This is not a 'hard-core,' mind control story, no mindless zombie like woman being made to do something against her will. Just a little light hypnosis to influence a sensual woman into doing something she may well have done anyway. Perhaps a little reluctantly to begin with, but the gentle hand of hypnotic suggestion can help to break the ice and lead her in the right direction.
On the Saturday afternoon, after the matinee performance where she had been one of the volunteers taking part in our theatrical hypnosis stage show, I had a wonderful and very intimate meeting with Jane in my hotel. We had to part again temporarily in the early evening, reluctantly it has to be said, but I had to leave and do my evening show at the local theatre. She had gone home for a change of clothing, and to shower after a very pleasurable afternoon exploring her newly recovered sexuality.
I had left a ticket for her at the box-office, but told her if she got there before the performance had started, to come back stage so she could see behind the scenes. I wanted to see her again, and desperately hoped she would come as promised, and she didn't let me down. I heard a light knock on the dressing room door, about twenty minute before I was due to go onstage and opened it to find Jane there, smiling all over her beautiful face.
'Just me' she announced, coming into my arms immediately, turning up her face expectantly for a kiss of welcome. Well, she certainly got that as my tongue pushed against her lips and she opened her beautiful mouth to welcome me in. We kissed for long minutes, caressing and stroking until her breathing was totally out of control again.
I fondled her breasts through the material of her dress, and she moaned with excitement, reaching down between my legs and feeling the hardness of my cock through the material of my trousers. Encouraged by her eagerness, I quickly stooped a little lower and slipped my hand under her beautiful red dress, and up between her silky thighs, rubbing her pussy through the skimpy panties. I stroked a little higher, up and then my fingers slid down under the waistband of the panties, down, down over her pubic mound and then under, finding her pussy was already wet.
I caressed around her pussy, teasing her, before letting my fingers split her generous labia apart. A further deluge of her fragrant, slippery essence was released onto my fingers before I slipped them knuckle deep into her hot pussy. She almost collapsed, and I could feel her legs trembling and shaking. She clung to me helplessly, legs open, her pussy at my mercy as I fingered her more and more rapidly.
'Oh fuck... I'm coming...oh shit... shit, shit, ssshhhh...it...' She moaned loudly, thrusting her pelvis back and forth, fucking my fingers wantonly. She'd gotten a taste for it now, and I wanted to keep her 'on the boil,' as the saying goes, and she was most certainly hot for any kind of sexual action now that she had discovered just how wonderful it could be.
Unfortunately, time was short, and I had to leave her almost immediately to go onstage for the evening performance. Although she had a courtesy ticket, she didn't take her seat in the auditorium, but preferred to sit in a chair at the side of the stage, in the 'wings,' as they are known in the theatrical world. That's where the phrase, 'waiting in the wings,' is derived from; it's a theatrical term. It just means being ready and waiting to go onstage, and that's where actors wait before making their appearance in front of the audience. There were no changes of scenery, etc, for our show, so she wouldn't be in the way of the stage hands or anything.
I went on and did my twenty minute, warm up act, singing and playing guitar, cracking a few jokes, all designed to get them in a good mood. A slight interval as my musical equipment was wheeled off stage, and then Charlie was introduced by me, now playing the part of the MC this time, and off we went.
It was a well oiled and rehearsed show, so it went really well as usual. There were a couple of very attractive women volunteers, and any other night I would have been making a play for one of them. There was no chance of that tonight though, not with Jane waiting in the wings. We had unfinished business, and I kept thinkin of that Lionel Ritchie song, 'All Night Long.'
I was determined to work my way through as many different positions, etc, everything I knew, almost as if educating her sexually, and leave my mark when I had to leave Jane behind, as I inevitably would tomorrow. I would have preferred another day or two with her, but then maybe it was just as well I had to move on to 'another town and another show.' Otherwise I may have fallen head over heels for her, she was that kind of woman., easy to love.
When we got back to the hotel room, the first thing Jane did was reach up under her dress, and remove her panties. When she saw me looking at her, she laughed, but looking a bit embarrassed too and tried to explain.
'I've been desperate to take them off for ages. They are absolutely soaked and very uncomfortable, but I kept them on because I thought they'd maybe soak up some of my wetness, and act as a barrier rather than have it seep through the material of my dress when I was sitting down. Having a big wet patch showing at the back of my dress wouldn't be a good look now, would it?' she asked, laughing.
'I suppose it wouldn't,' I replied, agreeing with her. 'Maybe we should get that dress off, just in case. It's a lovely dress, and you look amazing in it, so it would be a shame to get it stained, and anyway, you will look even more amazing without it.' She laughed at my words.
'You dirty devil, you're not at all predictable are you?' she said, laughing again and turning her back to me. 'Unzip me please.' I moved in behind her as she stood by the bed, and instead of unzipping her dress, I put my arms around her waist affectionately, kissing her neck, making her shiver in the nicest possible way. I pulled her back against me letting her feel the hardness of my cock poking aginst her slim arse.
'Mmm...' she sighed, 'is that all for me,' as she reached round behind herself feeling for and finding my hardness, squeezing me gently. My hands had drifted up and were now squeezing her tits, massaging, finding the nipples, tweaking them gently, and making her even more excited. 'Zip!,' she reminded me breathlessly, and so I fiddled around with the little tag at the top of her dress, and once that was unhooked, I slid the zip all the way down until the swell and crack of her arse cheeks was just visible. I stopped to admire her body for a second or two, just perfection I concluded.
She shrugged out of the top part of her dress and it fell as far as her waist where the swell of her hips, and my hard cock pressing against her, stopped its decent. I was too busy unfastening her bra to notice, and within seconds the elasticated straps of the bra relaxed and I pushed the shoulder straps off, slipping my hands inside the cups onto the wonderfully smooth skin of her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed and pulled on her nipples in a 'milking motion,' adding even more to her excitement, and mine.
I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as she stood there, and she helpfully reached down to push the dress over the soft swell of her hips. It fell to the floor where she stepped out of it, and picked it up off the floor, throwing it onto a chair. With the dress gone she was left wearing nothing but her very strappy and feminine high heeled shoes. I'm not into shoes and feet, but it looked kinda hot I had to admit. I continued to kiss her neck and back, never letting up for a second, with my hands caressing and stroking her back and sides too. Meanwhile I had released and dropped my pants and unbuttoned my shirt while she was pushing her dress down, so I was naked too..
