Mike took Clare's hand as they walked down the High St in Stotwell, they felt a strange intimacy after the last two days. Clare was still wearing the stone bangle, although she had discovered that once outside, away from the thick stone walls of the converted church, the effects from it were waning considerably.
While wearing the bangle still gave her a deep insight into the feelings of others as they passed them, it didn't give her the power to enter their minds, or to hear the histories of any of the objects around her. In many ways this was a relief, while it was interesting to feel the histories of the objects in the museum, she wasn't sure that she could have coped with that level of mental stimulation as she walked through the town.
She glanced at Mike and was pleased that while she was holding his hand, she was still able to feel the warm glow of his arousal, of his attraction to her as they walked past the post office where the old crone worked. She remembered the threat that the woman had issued back at the museum to come with her friends and to finally destroy the bangle, and perhaps even the wearer. She knew that she really should be coming up with a plan on how to deal with the others should they arrive, but her knowledge of the bangle was so incomplete that she didn't really know where to start.
They arrived at the small stone cottage where Mike lived and he opened the door, it was cold inside, and Mike apologised as he let her through the small and messy lounge, the stone walls lined with strange oil paintings of fantasy scenes. She noticed more than one half naked woman sprinkled among the collection of witches, dwarves, and such like.
He ushered her up the tight steep wooden stairs into his bedroom which she was pleased to see looked spick and span, even the bedclothes look like they have been freshly changed. It rang an alarm bell as she thought that perhaps he been hoping to lure her back from the museum here all along. Well, she imagined to herself, I bet he never predicted the incident with the witch on the table.
'Erm... I hope I am not being presumptuous... I mean.... Bringing you up here... I mean after everything... I was hoping we could.' Mike looked at her a little nervously as they stood in the tight changing area in front of the bed, the thick wooden beams, dotted with wood worm were only just above his head as he looked down at her.
Clare grinned at him; it had also been in her mind that the first thing they were going to do was to finally enjoy their intimate pleasures in a real bed. She walked to him and touched his chin, ran her finger down it onto the sides of his worn jacket, then slipped it off his shoulders as she snuggled her body into his.
'Mike, you don't need to worry about that, you know that I want it, I wanted everything that we have done. I don't know how much you realised. You know of course that with the bangle on I can feel everything, that I can feel exactly how your body responds to my touch.' With that she looked into his eyes and pressed her breasts to his chest again, feeling his arousal tweak as she did so, feeling his cock twitch.
'But I owe you an explanation, so... when I am feeling you, I can. Well, I can't control you exactly, but I can help your mind make the right choices, I can encourage your actions so that we both have... well so we both have the nicest of times.' She explained as she played her body over his, revelling in the feelings it induced in her nipples and in his cock.
'So, Clare you mean, when I was there with you, when I suddenly found myself kissing you, and everything, that wasn't because I am actually the most seductive lover of all time, it was really because you were... encouraging me.' Mike grinned at her movements.
'Oh, don't be too disappointed Mike, I did want it, and feeling you, feeling how much you wanted it too just made me even more intent. You did a good job, and it's not many guys can say that they helped fuck a witch out of a possessed girl!' As she said this, she probed deeper into his mind, as she had already done back in the museum, felt his desire, his hardening cock and then imagined him undressing her.
He felt the urge again, just as he imagined it, he felt the almost irresistible urge to reach behind her, to undo the zip of the dress, then pull the shoulders off her white skin, admiring it as it slipped down her arms, exposing her breasts, the pretty pink nipples delicately encased in lace.
'That's you, isn't it, in my head.' He observed, not even the hint of irritation as he felt his hands moving as if they were the hands of a puppet, the strings dangling from above his head by a hidden puppeteer. He relaxed into the sensation, and let his hands move to her back, to the catch of the bra, unclipping it and letting it fall to expose her pretty b cup breasts, the areola already crinkled into a tight firm disk, hard.
He stood back and let the dress complete its fall to the floor, her knickers still a little damp, a dark patch at the meeting of her legs, from where she had rescued them from the floor of the museum and put them back on, her juices and his cum leaking from her abused body.
He made no effort to stop his hands moving to her knickers and then as he lowered himself to the floor he pulled them down, exposing her pussy to him, some of the goo from their pleasures in the museum still leaking from her shaved lips. He felt a compulsion to press her back onto the bed, and then to bury his mouth between her legs, opening her pussy lips with his mouth, tasting her and then licking her clit.
She felt the intense pleasure of his mouth on her clit, her arousal quickly reignited as she felt his mouth warm and wet on her lips, his mouth gripping the folds of her pussy, pressing between them, ringing her clit as it swelled under his enthusiastic devotions.
Clare wanted to share everything, like they had done in the museum but this time, just for the pleasure of sharing, of experiencing everything together. She relaxed and let her mind enter his, felt how it was for him to have his mouth between her legs, felt the sensations of his mouth, the way he tasted her as he licked, more intense flavours as he licked down to her opening, the dry almost lemony flavour of her juices as he let his tongue flick into her a little.
She opened her consciousness and felt in him for his, and then slowly let the two cloudlike beings merge, feeling his mind in hers, knowing that as they did so, he would be able to feel her physical response to his ministrations.
Suddenly for Mike, he felt the moment of their minds meeting as a huge expansion of his perceptions. Every time he licked Clare, every time he licked around her lips, over her clit, in addition to enjoying the sensations of her warm and wet body in his mouth, now he could feel how it was for her, the different levels of sensitivity, the way that rough movements sometimes felt too harsh, but then sometimes felt just right. The differing pressure levels that engender a whole rainbow of different feelings in her pussy and clit.
For the next few minutes they both lay there together, his tongue and lips moving over her pussy. Migrating from clit to opening, over her lips, sometimes licking up and down the cleft, sometimes swirling around the small firm nub of her clit.
They both shared their perceptions of it, her physical pleasures from his mouth on her body and the joy that he got from the ultimate intimacy of his face almost embedded in her most personal place
Her orgasm approached inexorably as his movements became more focused and steady. No longer roaming from opening to lips, just focused on her clit and he felt the moments of her increasing intoxication, enjoyed letting the waves of satisfaction approach and then wane as he slowed his licks.
