"Oh my God!" she gasped with a wide eyed look of shock. "What have I done!" You need to be calm Carrie, you wanted this remember, I thought. I could see her face calm. Then a look of confusion came over her face. She was torn, her mind was racing. She was trying to reconcile why she had woken up in bed with me. My mind was racing also. I couldn't believe that I had awoken in her bed either!
"I have to get going now," I said as I begin getting dressed. She just sat there, still trying to piece together what was going on.
Tell me what you thought of our night together Carrie, I thought. I saw the expression on her face change. "Last night was the most amazing sex I've ever had," she said. "I can't believe it happened and I'm not sure how I feel about it today but last night was a night I'll remember for a long time," a contented smile coming over her face.
That was all I needed to hear to free my conscious. I finished dressing, leaned into her and gave her a kiss. At first she was reluctant but then she returned my kiss with a passionate kiss of her own. I pulled back and drank in her naked body, savoring the moment. I knew I should feel bad, remorse, even disgust at what I had done to this poor woman but I told myself that if it was that bad she wouldn't be blushing now as she realized she was still naked in her bed. She had wanted me as much as I had wanted her. I gave her one more kiss and left.
I discovered it quite by accident, this gift of mine. You see, I am quite an ordinary man, with quite an ordinary life. Walking out of a married woman's house after having just spent the night with her is not something I would have considered possible a mere three weeks ago.
I had been in Carrie's office three weeks ago having a regular work discussion. Of course, I was having a hard time concentrating. I was standing in her small little office, it wasn't much more than a glorified cubicile, really. She was showing me something on her computer screen, however, being a typical male my attention was being diverted to the cleavage that was showing from her top. Carrie was not the most well endowed woman but her breasts were ample for my liking. Carrie, I wish you would move your arm so I could have an even better view, I thought. To my delight, just then she moved her arm across her desk giving me a glorious view of her milky smooth, soft breasts as they were squeezed together into her tight fitting top. I quickly diverted my eyes back to her face and tried to focus on what she was saying. The rest of the brief conversation was more off the same, me trying to look down her shirt every chance I could get.
I felt bad, as I walked back to my own office. I justified it by telling myself that all men did the same. I couldn't help myself really. Carrie was an extremely attractive woman. She was in her late twenties and had worked in my office for a few years now but I had only recently started to have regular interactions with her. It wasn't that she was incredibly gorgeous or anything. She was pretty and of average height and build. She did have a gorgeous butt that she showed off in her tight jeans all the time. And her tiny waist gave her a very appealing figure. She had a way of moving, almost like a belly dancer, that I found got my blood boiling.
You're an idiot, I thought to myself. Even if she was the slightest bit attracted to me it didn't really matter as she was a married woman. The thought of even one night with her set my mind racing with possibilities but I knew I was too shy to ever act on my thoughts and far too fearful of what others might say. I went back to my work and had an otherwise uneventful day. That was the earliest incident with my gift that I can remember and I had yet to realize what I could do with it.
The next day I began to realize what was happening. Carrie had come into my office to discuss something. It was Friday so she was looking extra fine in her jeans. She reached to scratch her stomach underneath her shirt and it instantly drew my attention. I wish you would scratch a little higher I thought. Almost instantly, she did just that showing off her flat belly to me. My eyes must have been bugging out of my head because she quickly realized what she was doing and pulled her shirt down. She continued to chat for a bit but I was too preoccupied to really listen. Scratch your stomach again, I thought. Nothing happened. I was about to dismiss it as coincidence then something occurred to me. Carrie, scratch your stomach, I thought again. This time she did just that, reaching to scratch her stomach absentmindedly. I couldn't believe what was happening. "I should get back to work," she was saying to me as my mind came back to the conversation. "Thanks for being such a good listener."
I smiled meekly and said, "No problem, anytime." She turned to leave my office and I had to try to figure out if I was crazy, but the first thing that leaped into my head as she turned was what a great ass she had. Carrie, bend over, I thought as she was almost out of the door. She reached down as if to pick something up giving me a great view, then realizing there was nothing there, she straightened and headed of to her office.
That was more than coincidence I knew, and my mind started to fill with possibilities.
