The Hypnotist- Part 1
Author Note: Here is a little taste of a new story to help fill the time before I ramp up the printing press to extend existing stories...
It had been a long tiring day at the all-inclusive oceanfront beach resort. Michelle had gotten too much sun and had imbibed more than her fair share of alcoholic beverages. She had insisted on making the short walk up the beach to the closest bar ordering drinks for her husband and their family members who were with them.
Truth be told it gave her the chance to show off her amazing body in her new red bikini -- a body she was very proud of. She beamed at the stares and wolf whistles of men of all ages many of whom paid the price when caught by wives or girlfriends. She could feel her nipples harden and pussy swell and moisten at the attention. While she would never have willingly acted on any of the overt attention it confirmed her suspicions that she still had it at thirty-two years of age.
It was the early morning hours when she awoke suddenly. Her attention turned to the alarm clock alongside the bed. It read "2:00am". She quietly rolled out of bed knowing it was important not to wake her husband who was softly snoring. She moved to the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the light. She removed all of her clothes -- pyjamas and panties -- and reached into the closet for a resort bathrobe which she put on tying the chord at her waist tightly. She looked at herself in the mirror, rinsed her face in warm water and brushed her thick shoulder-length blonde hair. Lastly she bent down and put on a pair of throw-away slippers provided by the resort.
She turned off the light and walked back into the bedroom. She stared down at her husband. He was fast asleep. She turned to the door to the room slid a room key card in the pocket of the bath robe and walked out into the deserted hallway. At first she stood there uncertain what to do. A full minute passed before she began to move as if on a GPS tracker. She moved quietly through the resort stopping and ducking out of sight at the sound of nearby voices then moving again as the sounds receded. Finally she stood before a door marked 842. The door was wedged open an inch by the open deadbolt that prevented the door from closing. She pushed the door open and walked in. She turned back to the door disengaged the deadbolt and closed the door hearing the lock click in place.
She stood in a short hallway in the dark.
"Here!" a male voice out of view said.
She moved towards the voice which called out again at the end of the hallway. She turned left and came face to face with a heavy-set black man sitting naked in a leather chair with a sizable heavy erection bobbing side to side.
Her instincts immediately kicked in telling her to run but as those thoughts were developing they were crushed by something else. Instead of turning and running she smiled, untied the bath robe sash and removed the robe letting it fall to the floor behind her.
"Fuck me!" the man said, "those tits are better than what I expected. Have a seat Michelle," he said patting his lap.
The last thing Michelle remembered was straddling the strange man, feeling an intense pressure between her legs and a smooth wet bouncing on the lap ride and rhythm as something bumped the deepest part of her with an explosion of intense pleasure that radiated throughout her body from the tips of her toes to the tips of her nipples and fingers. She felt a sense of surrendering to a sensuous warm wetness that blossomed from her left nipple as it disappeared into the mouth of the stranger.
"Worth every fucking dollar!" the man exclaimed as the couple began to thrust against each other.
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Some time later she felt someone shaking her. She tried to shoo away the annoying hand but to no avail.
"Time to get some breakfast sleepyhead," said her husband.
"What..." she replied stretching her arms wide overhead.
Her husband stared down at her doing a double-take, lust in his eyes.
"Wow!" he said watching his wife's large naked breasts stretch invitingly before him. He had never seen her like that.
"On second thought breakfast can wait," her husband said starting to unbuckle his pants.