Fourth part of an eight part series. I wrote this story to develop some themes more along the lines of "mind-influence" than "mind-control." The most erotic time in a relationship is often spent exploring the boundaries of trust and sharing. If that turns you on, then this story will have many molten scenes. At the same time, as the writing progressed, the characters grew and influenced each other in interesting ways. Is it better to get what you want, or learn what you want? I still don't know who really was in control. Maybe you will.
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I got back to work Monday, concentrating on finishing the communication design for the client. When I got home, I had a box by the door. Inside I found a container with some homemade cookies. The note read "For a sweet guy. Thanks seems too little for what we shared over the weekend. I am greatly looking forward to Wednesday! --Cathy"
"The cookies are great!" I said after she answered. "I have a fantastic weekend, and I get goodies afterward."
"Just afterward? Seems to me you were getting them all weekend."
I laughed. "I think you've got me there. Yeah, I've been getting some great goodies for a while now."
"Thank you. I have to confess, I've been getting them for a while myself."
We chatted about various things, including my trip over the weekend. We were both looking forward to Wednesday.
"Perhaps we can share a few goodies with each other on Wednesday?" Cathy asked as we were closing.
"I'd love to. See you then."
Fortunately, Tuesday and Wednesday brought some new design work, so I could concentrate and keep Cathy out of my head during the day. Tuesday night was slow, but I busied myself an errand for Cathy, a long run in the evening, and getting ready to leave. When I got home Wednesday, I changed, grabbed my bags, and headed over to Cathy's.
"Good to see you, Brad," she said before embracing me and fastening her lips to mine.
"You look fantastic, Cathy." Once again, she stunned me with her combination of elegance and sexuality. She wore a black dress that emphasized her toned upper body and long legs. A gold necklace led the eye down between her firm breasts. Her eyes danced as she watched me take her in.
"Why thank you, Brad!" she exclaimed as I handed her the flowers I had picked up on the way. "I love them!"
"They can be a reminder that I would have loved to spend some time this weekend with you." I replied.
"I was going to asked you about that. Why don't you drop off your things in the second bedroom? There's some closet space if you need to hang anything. Then we can talk."
When I got back to the kitchen, I found a glass of wine waiting for me at the bar.
"So now that I have you to myself, let's talk about your plans. Leaving early tomorrow morning?"
"Not too bad. The flight leaves around nine-thirty so I don't have to go until eight or so."
"Hmmm. Might be time for some morning exercise before you have to get going. What do you think?" she said, winking.
"I think I can wake up for that," I laughed.
"I don't think you'll have trouble waking up," she said, smiling. "And when are you getting back?"
"I land around nine on Sunday."
"Too late for any fun," she pouted. "I'd still like to continue our sessions, though. Perhaps we could try something during the week?"
"I could easily make a weekday work," I said. "In fact, Monday would work, or Tuesday..."
"Or any day?" she said, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah."
"Let's make it Tuesday," she decided. "I've already talked to Kelly, and she's free that evening."
"A little advanced planning?" I asked.
"Never hurts," she replied lightly, blushing a bit. "Now, let's see about some dinner."
Cathy had picked crab cakes. "Something light, so we keep our stamina," she said laughing. I helped her get the green beens cleaned and get the salad made while she put the cakes together. I took my seat at the bar and watched as she deftly fried the crab cakes and sauteed the beans, all the time keeping a lively conversation going while she sipped her wine.
"Brad, why don't you bring things to the table outside while I finish?"
I got everything out and she joined me at the table. We enjoyed another lively conversation over dinner, discussing movies, music, and shows we had seen. Once again, I found myself captivated by Cathy's wide-ranging interests and tastes. Clearly, she loved life, and she brought intellect, passion, and humor to her experiences.
"Even with such a beautiful evening," Cathy said, looking into my eyes, "we probably want to make sure you get enough sleep for your trip tomorrow. Let's clean up and get you to bed."
"Excellent idea," I agreed, my cock rising.
We cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen. Cathy pulled a box out of the refrigerator and then walked over and took my hand. "I've heard these truffles taste better in bed. Care to find out?"
"Why, I'd love to," I replied.
Cathy pulled me along to her bedroom and sat down next to me on the bed. She pulled out a truffle and brought it to my lips. I bit into half of it, and she took the other piece and put it into her mouth. As I chewed and savored the flavors, Cathy leaned in and fastened her lips to mine. The chocolate swirled in both of our mouths as our tongues danced. Cathy's breath was hot on my cheek when she broke away.
"Oh, that feels good," she said as she leaned in again. I caressed her back as we kissed. When I pulled back for air, I looked into her eyes.
"You're beautiful," I whispered. "You're so...alive."
"Thank you," she whispered back, her eyes sparkling. "You make me feel alive."
We leaned in and kissed again, and then I stood and pulled Cathy up with me. She molded her body to me, pressing her breasts into my chest and intertwining her legs with mine. My hands roamed up and down her back, occasionally wandering down to her ass. My cock strained against her hip as she pressed into me. I felt her fingers find the hem of my polo shirt.
"Let's get this off, shall we?" she said, stepping away and pulling the shirt over my head. She pressed herself back, and I felt the nubs of her nipples press through her dress. I longed to feel them directly, so I reached down and slightly gathered the drape of her dress.
"Yesss," she breathed, and I stepped back and used both hands to pull the dress upward. Cathy raised her arms as the dress came up, and I saw that she wore black lace panties and no bra. I gently set the dress aside and gazed up and down.
"Wow."
"You like?"
"I like."
Cathy laughed and pressed into me again. This time, I felt her nipples drag against my chest as she twined against me. Her hands found my slacks and unfastened them. I stepped out of my shoes as she knelt down and pulled my slacks from my legs, draping them over the chair. She finished with my socks and then kicked off her sandals as she joined me. I kissed her lips some more and then trailed across her face, nibbling at her neck before kissing the hollow of her shoulder. I leaned over and slid my tongue down her chest, gently kissing the swell of her breast.
"Ohhh," she breathed as my tongue and lips lapped the sensitive flesh. I worked to the side and below, carefully avoiding the stiff nipple begging for attention. When Cathy started thrusting her chest forward, I had mercy on her and moved inward.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed as my tongue brushed over the stiff nub. I licked, then nibbled, then sucked as her excitement rose. With my other hand, I fondled her other breast, working up to rolling the hard nipple between my fingers.
When the scent of Cathy's arousal hit me, I trailed my tongue down her abdomen and nibbled at her panties. She pushed her hips forward, so I reached up and slowly pulled the waistband down. Her arousal now washed over me as I revealed her hot pussy. Cathy lifted her feet as I kneeled down to get the panties off. I reached up and cupped her ass as I trailed kisses between her legs. Cathy gyrated above me, trying to angle her pussy onto my teasing tongue.
