I had a lot to think about, and a three hour plane trip to think about it. The strangest thing to me was how happy I had been. And how content. I've never been able to sleep with someone touching me, and last night I had two people touching me, actually nearly laying on me, and I had slept great. It had to have something to do with having established the resonance, I was sure. I'd just left it intact while we slept, so I was probably picking up on their feelings. They both loved lying by me, touching me, and I picked up on that, was my guess.
I have always tried to keep some distance between my self and others because if they feel bad, I do, too. It never really occurred to me that the converse would be true as well. That if they felt good, I would, too. At least it always seemed a bit risky to me. It was apparent that just like good stuff, like sexual satisfaction, could create a feedback loop of sorts, so could other feelings. I had been quite happy with Susan and Kit. We had made each other happy by being happy ourselves. It's like with the sex, what is good for you is good for me. And, visa versa.
It was probably more powerful with three than with two. Just like the power of my own orgasms was so much greater with three than with two, I suppose the emotional stuff worked that way as well. It was much more noticeable when it was three of us.
The girls were both so happy to be able to share the experience with each other. Well, that and share my cock, I suppose. But I think it was in part the sharing that made them happy. It's what was making me happy, I think. It certainly made the prospect of just fucking strangers seem less appealing. The contrast between a good fuck with a pretty stranger and the kind of experience the three of us had was pretty noticeable. Just like the girls were spoiled by this new way of being sexual, and pretty interested in having more of it, I was impressed by how much better it was for me, too. I wanted to get back and spend more time with them, and I was less interested in just finding someone new to fuck. Not that fucking strangers was not a pleasant experience. It's just that it paled compared to what the three of us had experienced. When making someone else feel good makes you feel good, you are motivated to do what you can to make someone else feel good. If they are doing the same thing, we all spend a lot of time feeling good.
I thought of Kara's boyfriend and my present of excruciating pain. In that case, I made him hurt and it made me hurt. Sort of the same thing, but opposite. I wondered what the world would be like if every time we hurt someone, it hurt us, too, and every time we made someone feel good, we felt good as well. What would it be like if whatever I give you, I get some, too? Even if it is not quite as much as I give away, I still get the same thing myself. I bet folks would figure out how to treat each other well pretty quickly.
It's a little like my being able to give someone else a powerful orgasm, but I cannot go into my own head and create one like that. I can, however, experience theirs. Not as strongly as they do, but at about three quarters intensity, which ain't bad. So, if I can make them feel really good, I get to feel pretty good as well. If both of us are doing that, we both experience part of the pleasure of the other as well as our own. Having three people in the loop just amplified it for everyone. I began to wonder what it would be like to have four people, or even more. The prospect was intriguing but also a little scary.
Anyway, these were the things that occupied my thoughts on the plane. When I got to the airport, and picked up my bag, I started to go to find a rental car when I passed a coffee shop. I had had a cup on the plane, but another seemed like a good idea, and I had the time, so I wheeled my bag into the shop and found myself in a line.
They were pretty busy, so I wasn't going to get served immediately, but I was in a good mood and a coffee still sounded good, so I stood there. There was only one barista, a young woman who was pretty harried trying to keep up while the line was pretty long. She handed a woman her order and began to ring it up, when the woman began to loudly complain.
I really dislike the label "Karen" for a bitchy, arrogant, hard to please customer because I have known some Karens who were not "Karens" at all. I'd hate to have a name that had grown to have such a negative connotation. Though I suppose "John" also means rest room. Still, I feel sorry for women named Karen.
I do not feel anything but contempt for arrogant women who are willing to berate service personnel, however, and this woman was going at it. She had not gotten her drink just the way she wanted it. I did not even pay attention to what her complaint was. It was just the abusive, loud way she was talking to the poor woman behind the counter that I paid attention to. And it really pissed me off.
I began to set her up for one hell of a headache, even if I got one, too. I started to get into her head to set it up while she still railed at the barista, making her and the rest of us uncomfortable. But instead of creating pain for her, I had another idea.
I have gotten quite good at finding the spot to push on that creates an orgasm. Just like I did with Kit, I can get in there, ramp that up to epic proportions, and give someone the ride of their lives in seconds. And that was what I decided to do.
"Karen's" interior was not a place I wanted to spend a lot of time, but finding the spot was easy enough. I pushed, and I pushed hard. She went from pissed to horny to having the most powerful orgasm of her life. All in seconds.
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her knees got weak and she could barely stand. She dropped her coffee and then began to moan and gasp. She grabbed the counter with one hand. It made any porn scene you have ever seen look pretty underacted, pretty tame. She thrust her other hand in her pants and, nearly doubled over, rode out her climax in front of probably two dozen people. Coffee was all over the floor, and all over her. She was lost in what was now a 30 second orgasm. I did not let up. On and on it went. She was making such a scene even people from outside the shop were coming in to see what was going on. Several cell phones were out.
After about a minute and a half, which is a really long time to have such a powerful orgasm, I let up. She was gasping. It was still a while yet before she realized she had been frigging herself and removed her hand from her pants. She had not yet straightened up when I began to slow clap. Other people in the shop began to clap as well, and in just a minute I think nearly everyone was applauding her performance. She looked around in horror as she realized what she had just done. Instead of humiliating the barista, it was she who was humiliated. She had gotten what she had given. Of course she had also had a climax unlike any she had ever had and would be a while sorting that out, but for now, she just tried to collect herself while everyone in the shop looked at her. And clapped.
She nearly ran out of the shop. One person yelled "Bravo" as she left. Then it was quiet.
I walked up to the barista and asked if she could give me some towels. She was stunned, but reached over and grabbed several towels, which I put on the floor. I began to wipe up the mess using my foot, and others did the same. Several people pitched in and helped clean up until it was hard to see that there had been anything dropped at all. I gathered up the towels and put them in a plastic bag for her then just went to find the rest room. I washed my hands and returned. The line was still long, but I was content to wait. No one bitched at the barista.
When I reached the head of the line and got my order, she refused to charge me. I don't think she knew I had anything to do with what happened, but she knew that I had helped clean up. I left her a very generous tip, winked at her, and went off to find a rental car.
After things had calmed down and I was on the road to my hotel I had a chance to think. I realized that I probably pushed things too far with "Karen." A minute and a half was a really long time. And, there was a sadistic quality to my response I was not happy with. I did not need to get self righteous and hurt people simply because I thought they deserved it. At the same time, she was pretty over the top herself, and abusively so at that. I did hope she would be reluctant to treat someone else that way again. I'm certain this experience gave her a real sensation of shame, and I hoped it would make her a bit more considerate of others. All in all, I would not have done anything different, but I might have done it in a less extreme way. I was aware that when I was reactive, I did not have as good a handle on how much was enough. Like with the abusive boyfriend and my making him hurt by the pool. I'd gone too far. I needed to be more careful.
I did not have a lot of time in the car, and thus not a lot more time to think about it. I had to check in and get to a meeting, after which I was pretty busy until late that evening. In fact, I worked long hours the next two days, but I had some pretty significant success as well, so I'm not complaining.
Just like I've been able to use my ability to get in people's heads to get in their pants, I've also been getting better at using it to be financially successful. It's nothing to get someone to like me, trust me, and like doing business with me. They are quite receptive to suggestions that lead to more business and look for ways we can do more business as well. They are also sometimes able to give me some very valuable tips, tips that have led to business in other places. And some good tips about investing.
