The Hypnotist- Part 2
Note: This is a story that is complete fiction and only includes individuals who are eighteen years of age and older. I am keeping the parts short to be able to provide you with regular updates. Let me know what you think and, in the meantime, enjoy...
As they sat having breakfast, after the brief encounter with Marvin, Michelle stared out the large panoramic windows overlooking the ocean. It was a beautiful day with a blue cloudless sky with a bright shining sun -- it was going to be another amazing day of laid-back resort luxury.
But overshadowing it all was her reaction to the large over-weight black man. She realized that her body and not her mind had a pure sexual reaction as if her body had immediately prepared for mating. Even twenty minutes later the feelings disturbingly lingered.
"Are you alright?" her husband asked.
"I'm fine Gerry! Why do you ask?"
"Well you've hardly touched your breakfast and you seem distracted. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Just feeling a little out of sorts this morning that's all. I'm sure it'll pass," she added getting to her feet, "I have to go to the lady's room. Be back in a minute."
"Alright then," he said smiling watching her sexy ass tightly contained in shorts that emphasized her sexuality.
Gerry wasn't the only male in the packed restaurant admiring the view of his wife's backside, and frontside for that matter.
The washrooms were situated at the opposite end of the large spacious resort restaurant from where they were seated. As if to test a theory she stared at a young black man and a middle-aged black man on her way to the washroom. Nothing she thought worried that she might have developed some lurid fantasy about black men. A few friends of hers, Judy Graham, in particular, had raved about the sexual highs she was experiencing with what she described as a very well hung middle-aged black man. Judy, who had been recently divorced, would go into explicit detail about what her new lover did to her and how she had lost control every single time. She added that she couldn't stop thinking of him and, as a result, was always wet...ready to go she called it.
Michelle dismissed the notion as ludicrous but she needed to understand why she reacted like she had. She wished that Judy had kept those details to herself but if her little experiment at staring at a couple of black men were an indicator then she was surely not a BBC hot wife. On top of it all she would never sleep with a black man nor would she sleep with an unhealthy overweight man regardless of how good they were in bed. Marvin would have failed both of her tests but her husband Gerry passed with flying colours although she wished that he were a little more creative in bed and had a bit more staying power.
Michelle spotted the washroom through the throngs of resort guests moving among the numerous breakfast stations. She quickly headed in that direction as quickly as she could as she felt a trickle on the inside of her left thigh. As she rounded a corner which would take her to the washrooms she bumped into Marvin. When he realized who it was there was a momentary panic on his face which he managed to quickly get under control.
"We meet again!" he said with a nervous grin but this time his body took over recalling what he had done to her the previous night and his pants visibly obscenely tented. Michelle had tried to look away and in doing so glanced down. She was audibly shocked at the pointed tent in his pants aimed at her. Her cheeks reddened but worse was that she felt her pussy lubricated like never before. She felt the trickle increase in volume as a tiny stream worked its way to her knee.
"I have to go," she said anxiously as she disappeared into the woman's washroom.
Marvin turned around and headed back into the men's washroom entering a stall until his erection subsided. But the more he thought of her the harder he became. He was resigned to the fact that he would be there for awhile.
Michelle looked toward the stalls pleased that they were all available an uncommon occurrence in a woman's washroom. She raced into the first stall pulled her shorts and panties down and sat down. "My God!" she thought. She was dripping like a leaky faucet and her panties were soaked through. She had been moments away from it soaking through to her shorts. She felt dizzy thinking about how embarrassing it would have been if anyone had noticed.
She spent the next few minutes using half a roll of toilet paper to mop up the lubricants but the flow wouldn't stop. To make matters worse every time she wiped her open pussy her arousal flared. What the hell is wrong with me?
She patiently waited for the flow to stop but it just went on and on. She had to clean herself up but each time she mopped the excess up her arousal soared higher increasing the flow especially when she brushed her bloated clitoris. She began to panic before deciding that there was only one way to bring this to an end.
She reached between her legs and thrust two fingers in deep while strumming her bloated clitoris with her other hand. She tried to stifle the moans and groans that were rapidly building but it was impossible to quiet herself. Anybody on the opposite side of the stall door would have known what she was doing but at the moment she didn't care. As she fucked herself her hips rose off the toilet seat replicating fucking a man. She closed her eyes and envisioned a faceless man fucking her with a level of roughness that she needed at that moment. Seconds later a massive orgasm hit her so hard that she felt that she was going to faint. She grabbed the toilet seat with the hand that wasn't occupied to steady herself and avoid crashing to the floor. Her pussy gushed out an orgasmic squirt that caused her body to shake in ecstasy. She sat there for a few minutes trembling with the force of the orgasm that had been so overwhelming.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal and the squishing sounds of an abused wet pussy disappeared as she stopped fucking herself. Once again she began to clean up. Finally she thought as the lubricating flow had seemingly come to an end.
She bunched up the soaked panties and put them in her purse. She hoped that no one would notice that there was no longer a panty line visible in her shorts. She moved quickly through the restaurant praying that she would not run into Marvin again which seemed to be the catalyst to her unexplainable physical reaction.
She sat down across from her husband looking back pleased that no one seemed to have noticed her.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked.
"Gerry you don't have to ask me that every few minutes," she said with exasperation.
"Well you've been gone for quite a while and I was getting worried."
She glanced at her watch. She had been gone almost fifteen minutes.
