My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts Ch 10

My Thoughts Are Your Thoughts 10

When Elaina came back home I told her all about my adventure with the missionaries, and how I'd, 'converted,' them instead of them me. She found it hilarious, not to mention exciting, and so we spent the day of her return having fun as I described what happened with the two horny evangelists.

A few days later something extraordinary and unforeseen happened, which came as a surprise to me, but on hindsight it really shouldn't have been. We had been invited to the opening of an exhibition by an emerging Japanese artist at our local City Gallery. Fumiko Moshizara had already had critically acclaimed exhibitions in Tokyo, and London, before agreeing to exhibit in our home town. This was quite a coup for the local gallery and happily we had managed to get an invite too.

The exhibition had been preceded by a little party, a few glasses of wine and some savoury nibbles; the usual sort of thing, before some local, 'big-wig,' had declared the exhibition open. We circulated and mingled, admiring the paintings, which had a highly erotic content. Some were similar to my own erotic works, but these contained both male and female figures, whereas mine were exclusively female nudes, and she worked with a much richer palette of colours, verging onto the abstract in places. Mine were much more figurative.

The artist herself was a small woman; maybe about five foot two, very slim, and I reckoned she was about 30 years old, although sometimes I find it hard to tell age with Chinese or Japanese women. She was dressed very simply in a black dress, knee length, with very little adornment, but she could have been wearing a sack for all that it mattered. It was her face that drew all the attention, and especially her dark eyes, which seemed to glow and flash with intelligence and vitality. She giggled and laughed a lot covering her mouth with fine, elegant hands as the Japanese are wont to do. She was beautiful we both agreed, and we joked about how wonderful it would be to have her share our bed.

As we wandered round the rooms, we met many people we knew from the local art scene and as I spoke to another artist, Elaina and I became separated for a few minutes. Moving on, I was standing on my own looking at one of the paintings when Elaina hurried up to me, looking flushed and confused.

'What's wrong, you look upset?' I asked her.

'I feel as horny as can be, and I can't explain it, it just happened. One minute I was looking at a painting, and then I felt something. You're going to think I'm going mental or something, but I could have sworn that someone touched me between my legs. In fact, it felt so real, I swivelled round to see who had done it but there was nobody there. It just kept on, like someone was stroking me, and I'm so wet now, I can't explain it. My nipples too, and I was thinking the filthiest thoughts, it's a lovely feeling, but scary. As she spoke, I looked around trying to see, who else was in the room, or if anybody else was looking at us, but I couldn't see a soul looking in our direction. My heart was racing, could there be another psychic here with similar abilities to my own? I anxiously scanned the people there but could detect nothing untoward.

'Is it still happening?' I asked Elaina. She shook her head.

'No, it's stopped, but I'm still feeling so horny. Promise me we'll leave as soon as we can, I need it and I mean really, really need it, now!' I promised we would, but I was also determined to try and find who was manipulating Elaina's thoughts. Suddenly she said, 'I need to go to the toilet, will you excuse me for a moment?' and she turned to go. I held her arm restraining her gently.

'Bear with me a moment sweetheart and stop to think for a minute. This may sound like a strange question, but do you really need the toilet right this instant, or is it just something that popped into your head?' Her brow furrowed in concentration for a moment or two.

'You're right, I don't feel the actual need to go to the toilet, it was just a whim. James this is scary, what's happening to me?' So, I tried to explain as best I could.

'I've never told you this, because I rarely even think about it myself, but I have some slight psychic powers. Her eyes opened wider.

'What?'

'Psychic powers, they really do exist. For instance, if I find something, and object that's been lost, I can often get a mental picture of the person who owns it. Elaina, you have to believe me, and do what I say without any more questions, do you understand? She nodded, but she was breathing quite heavily. 'Is it happening again?' I asked her.

'Yes,' she gasped out. 'A gentle rubbing sensation, quite exquisite actually,' she closed her eyes for a moment the better to enjoy it as I casually scanned the groups of people in the gallery. I still couldn't see anything, or anyone who might be significant, so decided to play them at their own game.

'Do you still feel the need to go to the toilet?' I asked her. She nodded her head vigorously.

'Mmm... Oh yes.' I held both her arms and shook them, distracting her. Making her look directly into my eyes and concentrate.

'Here's what I want you to do. Make your way directly to the toilet, but when you go in, turn around and come straight back out again. This is very important, do you understand, do you?' She nodded. 'OK, go now, I'll be very close, but remember, go in and come straight back out again.' She assured me that she understood and made for the toilet. I tried to look casual, following her, but slowly, and not with the same urgency.

I looked around me trying to see signs of any movement, seeing nothing, but as Elaina entered the toilet, I caught sight of a slim figure deftly weaving her way between the small groups engrossed in conversation, just yards behind Elaina. Could it be Fumiko? Just before she reached the door, it opened, and Elaina emerged hurrying back to me. Fumiko hesitated, looking at Elaina intently with a slight smile on her face, and Elaina slowed down, faltering.

Attack is the best means of defence I thought, and immediately launched my own assault on Fumiko's pussy. I saw her eyes open wider, her mouth open slightly, as I mentally opened her pussy lips, releasing her wetness and rubbed her clitoris. Her eyes closed momentarily, and then opened wider, was that panic I saw as she looked all around the gallery to see who was doing this to her?

Before her eyes looked in my direction, I looked away but kept her within my peripheral vision. I don't need, 'line of sight,' to work my, 'magic,' and I never let up, stroking, rubbing and, 'fingering' her sweet little pussy. I could see she was succumbing to my attentions, as she leaned against the wall, eyes closed. Even from twenty feet away, I could see she was turned on, and of course, given that she'd been trying to seduce Elaina, she was pretty horny to start with. I stopped, 'touching,' her as Elaina came back to me and gave me a hug.

'Are you OK?' I asked her.

'Still as horny as it's possible to be. What's happening to me James? If you know I want to know too,' she demanded.

'Yes, I know what's happened to you. Someone here has taken quite a shine to you, someone with the psychic abilities to make you feel horny. I know this sounds unbelievable, but it's the absolute truth,' I finished.

'Who is it, who's doing it then?' she asked.

'Our hostess for the evening I'm pretty sure. She doesn't know that you would probably let her rub your pussy anyway, does she?' I grinned.

'Fumiko? She's gorgeous, beautiful, too damned right I'd let her. Let's go speak to her,' she suggested.

'OK, but let's not tell her we know what she's been doing. Let's just have a chat and see what happens,' I suggested, and so we drifted and mingled, wending our way slowly through the crown until we found the lovely Fumiko.

I introduced myself and Elaina, and we told her how much we liked her work, and I was most pleasantly surprised when she told me she was familiar with my own work and how delighted she was to meet me, and Elaina, she added. Close up she was even more beautiful and neither of us could take our eyes off her. I could see that Elaina was quite taken with her, and knowing how horny Elaina was naturally, and with the attentions her pussy had received earlier, I decided to make a move.

As Elaina was chatting to Fumiko, I gently tickled Fumiko where it would do the most good. I saw her eyes open wider, with surprise, but that was the only outward manifestation. I asked what she was doing after the reception, and she told us she was just going back to her hotel. I promptly asked her to come to our place for a glass or two of wine, adding, 'I know Elaina would like that.' She thought for a moment or two and agreed, and so it was that Fumiko came home with us.

I drove and the two girls sat in the back talking quietly to each other, but soon the chatting ceased, and the moaning began. I knew if Fumiko was as horny as I thought she might be that it wouldn't take her long to seduce Elaina, and sure enough, I could see Elaina in the rear-view mirror, head back, eyes closed, gasping with pleasure. Fumiko sat as close as possible, and I just knew she had her hand under Elaina's skirt rubbing her all too eager pussy.

'Are you girls having fun back there?' I asked. Elaina was too far gone to even hear me, but Fumiko answered.

'Oh yes James, she's wonderful, you're a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and sexy girlfriend.'

'I know that, but she's not the only woman in this car who's an amazingly beautiful and sexual person, is she?' I asked. 'Maybe you're seducing Elaina, but you are just as horny as her, aren't you?

'It would be silly to deny it James. You know, don't you?' she said, throwing it out there into the open at last. 'While I was mentally seducing her, you were seducing me, it was you wasn't it?' she asked, a little doubt still in her mind.

'Oh yes, it was me okay - so what do we do now?' I mused.

'Touch me again, it felt weird, but wonderful,' and so I reached out mentally and stroked her wetness, and she moaned quietly, even more when I thought of opening her lips and sliding two fingers inside her. So, when we finally arrived at our place, I had two beautiful and very aroused women to contend with. I dealt with it by sending them upstairs while I parked the car, locked up and followed them upstairs.

They were already naked and well into it by the time I arrived, Elaina almost at bursting point as Fumiko, kneeling between her legs, sucked and fingered her lovely pussy. She came very quickly, and it was something glorious to hear and see. I quickly undressed and got on the bed; my cock as stiff as a board. I knelt behind the busy seductress and pushed my cock against her wet, open lips, and she let me know it was fine by pushing back against me and impaling herself on my cock.

Her delightful pussy was trimmed, but unshaven. It seems to be an American and European custom to shave, wax, whatever, but the Japanese prefer the natural look. I knew she was bi-sexual from her paintings, but it was nice to have my suspicions confirmed in such a positive way. She was so slim; her bottom was tiny, with skin as smooth as silk. Her pussy was tight, but very, very wet, and my cock slid into her easily enough, filling and withdrawing, pumping her mercilessly, as she continued to suck and fuck my Elaina. Within seconds of filling her gorgeous little pussy, she started to moan excitedly with that peculiar high-pitched sound that only Japanese women seem to make.

It was very exciting for me too, but the two girls seemed to love it as much as I did, so I stopped thinking about it, and concentrated on acquitting myself well with Fumiko. She seemed to be entirely engrossed in the moment; fucking and being fucked with equal effect. Soon her high-pitched moans got higher still, until it could only be described as a continuous keening sound as she thrashed about on the end of my cock, pushing back.

A torrent of Japanese erupted from her, and I could feel her, 'ripple' internally, sucking at my cock, and I knew she was coming. I reached for her mentally, telling her it was going to be the best orgasm ever, just enhancing her excitement. It seemed to work as her climax went from peak to peak for what seemed like minutes on end until she fell across Elaina, oblivious to her surroundings. Elaina squirmed from under our guest and reached for me, stroking my cock with her hand,

'Fuck you're cock is so wet,' she said just as she opened her beautiful mouth and took me between her lips. I disappeared entirely until she gagged and pulled away. 'Fuck, she tastes so good. I can hardly wait to get my tongue in her little hairy cunt, she said, smiling up at me wickedly while rubbing my length...

'I'd like to see that,' I agreed, 'but first things first,' and I grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her mouth onto my cock again. It wasn't long before I succumbed to her treatment and pumped my come into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed, finally opening her mouth like a porn star to let me see it was all gone. I took her in my arms and hugged her, just to let her know how much I loved her.

Fumiko joined us, making it a group hug, kissing us both passionately. She took me in her hand, feeling my now diminishing length, smiling at me, before she kissed Elaina again, reaching between her legs with her other hand, stroking her once more. Elaina returned the favour and Fumiko moaned with pleasure as she kissed me. I lowered my head and kissed Fumiko's tiny breasts, with such dark areola, and big nipples, erect and responsive. I suckled her, hearing her moan, stroking her arse cheeks and Elaina's at the same time. I smacked Elaina's bottom knowing she loved it,

'Oh yes, smack me please. I've been so unforgivably bad tonight, haven't I?' and I obliged, smacking her gorgeous arse until it turned bright red. Fumiko joined in, helping to give Elaina's beautiful arse cheeks a good spanking.

'Hey, you two, don't forget about me. I've been very bad too, don't I get my bottom spanked as well,' pleaded Fumiko, adding, 'please,' very politely. I didn't need a second invitation, and made her bend over while that old favourite, the kitchen wooden spoon was pressed into service against her incredibly neat and beautiful bottom. She yelped in pain at first, but with Elaina rubbing her pussy at the same time, the yelps of pain soon turned to whimpers and moans of pleasure. Afterwards she thanked us most sincerely for her spanking - they're very polite people the Japanese.

I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the bedroom curtains, but it was the sound of Elaina and Fumiko fucking next me in the bed that really did it. I turned over on my side and watched them getting it on. It's a pleasant thing to waken up to, but I just watched, avoiding the temptation to join in, just letting them enjoy each other. I must admit, I did send them thoughts of super sexual excitement, sort of ratchetting up their natural sexiness to fever pitch. It seemed to work, I've never seen two women so excited and orgasmic.

Orgasm seemed to follow orgasm as they touched, licked, sucked, probed, rubbed and did whatever it was possible for two women to do to each other. After a while, I got up, went down stairs and made us some tea, carrying it back up to them. They had calmed down a bit, but I don't think it was possible for them to continue at the rate they were going without suffering cardiac arrest or some such. They still clung to each other like limpets, and there was a decided aroma of sex in the room - lovely.

Both were flushed and sweaty after their exertions, and the tea seemed welcome rather than intrusive. I went for a shower, and had hardly started when the two giggling, excited girls joined me. It was a bit of a crush, but I couldn't possibly object, because it meant I was surrounded by slippery and sublimely smooth feminine skin and gentle hands and mouths seemed to be everywhere. It was definitely a sensory overload, and it wasn't long before I was coming again. The girls laughed and giggled, ganging up on me, but it was something I happily endured.

Later, we took Fumiko back to her hotel and were met on the steps by her frantic manager. It seemed her flight back to London was scheduled for that afternoon and he was just on the point of calling the police to report her missing.

'I wasn't missing,' she explained. 'I was merely spending some lovely, relaxing time with my new friends Elaina and James. James is an artist too you know. Turning to us she said, 'Come on in, and Elaina, perhaps you can help me pack? I'll order room service, breakfast perhaps, or something lighter if you wish?' Anxious to stay with Fumiko as long as possible, we agreed and took the lift to her room, only it wasn't a room, it was a suite, and very luxurious.

Fumiko threw a suitcase on the bed and started taking things out of the closet and chest of drawers. 'I'm hopeless at packing,' she confided, so Elaina sort of took charge, and began folding various items. Fumiko took a beautiful silk scarf from a drawer and gave it to Elaina. 'I want you to have this my darling Elaina. I made and designed it myself and it will be just perfect with your hair and colouring.' Elaina thanked her profusely, hugging the diminutive Fumiko, both girls with tears in their eyes.

'It's too much Fumiko, it's lovely, a work of art, it's too much,' she repeated. Fumiko just shook her head.

'Nothing is too much for you Elaina. You're such a lovely friend and lover. You've both made me very happy, made me feel loved and wanted. I know we'll always be special friends, and I want you to have this. Just think of me each time you wear it; will you do that for me?' Elaina burst into floods of tears. I must admit, my own eyes filled up as the girls embraced each other.

Fumiko turned to me. 'I have nothing really suitable as a gift for you James but know that you are very special to me. I'd love to test our little secret, "gift," with you one day and see if I can influence you as you have influenced me. It felt strange, but wonderful, and it's lovely to know that I'm not alone.' She came to me, embracing affectionately. I felt a strange, warm sensation, as if my cock was being sucked and fondled. We broke apart just a little, and her eyes fairly twinkled with merriment. 'You felt that?' she asked, more of a statement than a question. I nodded, knowing I had a silly grin on my face. 'I think we could have a lot of fun with this,' she whispered in my ear. I just nodded, knowing she was right, and knowing the promise was there for a future time. We'd meet and make love again I had no doubt.

'Are you two fucking each other mentally?' Elaina asked, laughing, but we assured her we weren't, it was just a goodbye caress, one friend to another. She came and embraced us both. Just then the phone rang, it was reception to say that Fumiko's taxi was waiting, and so we hurriedly scooped all her thing together, and took the elevator to reception. We loaded her luggage into the cab, and kissed and embraced her one last time, and then she was gone, waving through the back window of the taxi. Elaina cried.

That afternoon, I started a new painting of Elaina and Fumiko together, drawn from memory. It was hot, it was horny, and very erotic, or it would be when finished. I had already planned to paint two versions, one for us and one for Fumiko. Before that was accomplished though, a large parcel arrived a couple of weeks later. Much to our surprise it was an exquisite nude self portrait of Fumiko, with a note which read, 'My dearest James, I promised you a gift and I painted it especially for you. I hope you like it. With all my love, Fumiko.'

I, or rather we, were totally overwhelmed. To have a Fumiko Moshizara painting was way beyond our means financially, much as we loved her and her work, but to have a Moshizara, painting, created especially for us was beyond our wildest dreams. It was signed, 'Moshizara,' to authenticate it, but there was another special dedication written on the back of the canvas. 'To my dearest James, two minds as one.' I was truly stunned. I made sure I kept her note, not just for sentimental reasons, but I knew in one hundred years' time the note would help to prove provenance and authenticate the picture as a real Moshizara and not a forgery.