Author's note: Again, I implore you to start at the beginning. Or, to at least read the first chapter first. Or, do whatever works for you. It's all cool.
I seldom actually live in my own house. I mean I've got one, and it's pretty nice, but I am out of town for business most all the time. Sometimes I go to the same places and sometimes I go to new ones, but most of the time I go someplace.
There is something I call sexual potential. There are places where it seems like sex is the last thing you would think of, like a grocery store for example, and other places where it is hard to think of anything else. Bars, beaches, pools and places where people are on vacation are all places where the sexual potential seems greater to me. Bars, because alcohol lowers inhibitions, are easy to figure out. Beaches and pools generally have people with little clothing on. They think about sex more. People are generally less inhibited when they are on vacation, too, since the usual social accountability is missing and because people are out of their routines and away from their usual social constraints.
Anyway, I like to go to beach towns where there are a lot of people on vacation without a lot of clothes on. I'm not always able to do that, of course, but I like it. When I'm not able to do that, I at least like to be where there is a pool and hopefully a bar.
This week I was someplace new. I had found myself at a motel with an outdoor pool, which was nice, especially since from my second floor balcony I was overlooking it and could appreciate the girls in their bikinis. There were several that were especially worthy of appreciation, and one of them who really got my attention.
I'm 30 years old, and these girls were all about 20 or 21, but I did not see a problem with that. I especially did not see a problem with the young redhead in the green suit. There was not a lot of green suit on her, and it contained, or should I say barely contained, a really nice set of tits and a perfect bubble butt. In between was a fairly thin waist and a nicely featured flat stomach. She was not thin or fat, but, well, she was pretty curvy.
She was under an umbrella, but I could still see her quite well. Her pale pink skin contrasted nicely with her suit, and her hair complimented it as well. She was a stunner.
Like I said earlier, there are pretty girls who know they are pretty and those who do not. This one was very pretty, and she was very aware of it. She was easy to pick up, even from this distance, and even with so many other women in the area. She was more sexually tuned in.
Everyone has some awareness of the potential for sex. All the time, we gauge that, even if we are not aware of doing so. Kind of goes back to sexual potential; our general receptivity to the possibility for sex varies from one situation to the next. Well, some people are more tuned into sexual potential than others. I'm highly tuned to it, as you can probably tell, but so are others. This gal very much was.
The hard part was getting her to come see me. I had been practicing influencing people without touching them, and with some physical distance as well. I had had some success as evidenced by my experience with Amy on the beach. However, this was with someone who did not even know I was here, and she was at least 40 feet away. A good challenge.
First I got in her head and looked around at the landscape a little. I can only pick up a little about who someone is that way, but it was clear that she had the kind of self confidence women sometimes get when they know they are attractive. It's like they know they are exceptional and expect to be treated like they are special. That was based on their experience because they usually were treated that way. I could not pick up any malice on her part, just that general sense of entitlement. I imagined that she got what she wanted most of the time.
She also reveled in the power that her looks gave her, power over men. She was very aware of putting on a show, and aware of how men reacted to her. Which is fair, I suppose. That is exactly why I was interested in her. She's the stuff wet dreams are made of.
She was very aware of the fact that people looked at her. Men and women, though for different reasons perhaps, all noticed her. And she not only knew it, she liked it. So, it was not at all hard to enhance that awareness. Which is what I did.
I also increased her arousal. I helped her be more horny. Again, not hard.
And then I let it build. As it did, perhaps after 15 minutes or so, she began to be curious about who was looking at her. She started to look around, but could not see whoever it was. After several times of looking around, something she did every five minutes or so, she finally looked up and saw me on the second floor on the little balcony where I stood leaning against the railing.
When she did see me and met my eye, it startled her a little. She looked away quickly, but in only a few minutes she looked back. I smiled, of course, and she looked at me for a minute, then smiled as well before she looked away.
She did not look at me after that, but she kept thinking about me. She now had a focus for her elevated arousal. Which I enhanced as best I could. Of course, while I cannot wind my own arousal up, being connected empathically via the resonance means I could feel hers, and so my efforts to increase her arousal did also increase mine as well. Which meant, when she did look again, my cock was starting to strain against the shorts I was wearing. Not full pup tent, but I'm sure a noticeable sight. She zeroed in on it and actually licked her lips. She looked away again, but moments later she looked again. I just smiled.
I slowly turned and walked back towards my room, allowing the profile of my bulging shorts to give her an idea what was hiding in there. Then I slid the door open and went inside.
It took about ten minutes. There was a tap on the door, not a loud one. When I went to answer it, my red head beauty was there, eyes dilated and glazed over a bit.
"Um, I, um, can I use your bathroom?" she almost whispered.
I did not say anything, but just stepped to one side. She entered the room, looked around, and then moved towards the bathroom. I closed the door and waited.
When she came out she still had a bit of a glazed look, and her gaze was fixed on the bulge in my shorts. She walked over and, still without looking at my face, asked, "Can I see it?"
"That depends. Are you going to show me yours?"
She did look up at me then, almost as if she had just recognized that I was there and said, "Oh."
She reached around behind her, unfastened her top, and let it fall to the floor. She then scooted her bottom down to her ankles, her magnificent breasts swaying a little with the motion.
She was fair-skinned and quite pretty. I had imagined that the suit was constraining her boobs some, but without it they looked just the same, not sagging an inch. Her mons was smooth. She was curvy with a narrow enough waist that it set off her top and bottom halves nicely.
