Eric sat down at a table in the small, hip coffee shop a couple blocks away. He was slightly out of breath from almost sprinting here. Yet, it was hardly noticed. He wasn't sure why he had come here, he just had to go somewhere, and this was close and comforting. His mind remained abuzz, hardly capable of forming a cohesive thought. He couldn't believe what had just happened. It was impossible... Wasn't it? He needed a few minutes to compose himself.
It was midday, and he was the only one in the seating area. Soon, Angela, the barista who was the only person working the counter during the slow stretch came around the bar towards Eric. She was bored and making coffee would give her something to do.
"Hey Eric," she said, interrupting his thoughts.
"hmmm..." he mumbled as he turned to her. She was a sophomore at the university majoring in English Lit. And, while she could discuss Chaucer with anyone, it was her appearance that made Eric's brain go mushy.
She was gorgeous, and as often seemed to happen, it rendered him speechless for a moment while he processed her looks. She was above average in height, but not tall, maybe five-eight. And, while she was skinny, she wasn't at all waiflike. She appeared healthy with an athletic physique. Her shoulders and waist were narrow, but her arms and legs showed the tone of physical exertion.
She had dark red, almost burgundy hair that was a little wavy and would fall slightly past her shoulders if she wore it down. Today, as usual at work, she had it up in a messy bun. A pen was sticking out at an odd angle.
Her complexion was fair, not plaster white, but light enough to make it look like she glowed when the sun hit her right. Her eyes were a light shade of blue that gave off both the glint of intelligence, but also a sparkle of playfulness. Her lips were full and a little pouty. Her lipstick usually matched the color of her hair, but sometimes, just sometimes it was a blue, or orange, or other unusual colors.
While these physical features alone were enough to turn heads, what caused the most double takes, was her chest. She had the sort of glorious breasts that drive men crazy. They were large and plump and almost gravity defyingly perky. Even with her healthy size, the breasts looked just a little disproportionately large. Like when something just doesn't quite look right, and it really catches your attention.
Most of the mental image Eric (and nearly every heterosexual man) had of Angela's chest was based on their imagination. Angela, it seemed, didn't really grasp how attractive she was and was a little shy. She never wore provocative or exceedingly low-cut tops, even though it would have been a crowd pleaser. But despite the breasts never being accentuated, their large size and her frame made regular clothing fit irregularly. Today she wore a t-shirt with the store's logo on it that stretched and strained at the mounds of flesh protruding outward. The shirt was taught in the front from the pressure and seemed to be compressing her breasts just slightly causing them to look even plumper.
"Hh-hi Angela," Eric stuttered.
"You want your usual?" She asked, referring to the double shot espresso with the chocolate sauce he had a couple times a week, strategically scheduled to be when she was working.
"Sounds great," he replied, still basking in her appearance.
"Coming right up," she said with a smile as she started turning back towards the coffee equipment.
And now Eric was going to enjoy the view of Angela's backside. It was also a joy to see and would have been even more impressive if it weren't overshadowed continuously by her front. Her butt was firm and had just a hint of a bubble to it. Her light khaki work pants, while fitting nicely, were just not tight enough to properly accentuate the feature. This butt in something body-hugging like yoga pants would be fantastic.
"Shake that butt," Eric thought to himself just before she looked away from him.
Almost immediately, and without breaking stride, Angela shifted her hips sharply to the left, then equally sharply to the right, and then back to the left before rounding the end of the counter.
Eric closed his eyes, lowered his head and took a deep breath.
"It was happening," was all he could think.
He was pretty sure he was controlling people. He was making them do what he wanted with his mind. Somehow. It worked earlier, and it worked again with Angela. It couldn't be a coincidence that she would shake her butt immediately after Eric thought about it.
He continued taking slow, measured breaths. He had to be sure. He had to be sure this worked. And here he was, all by himself, with someone stunning like Angela. All sorts of wicked ideas began flashing through his mind. That butt... Those breasts! But before he could get too carried away, he remembered the video camera in the corner. It was angled to cover almost the entire interior of the shop and especially the cash register. The owner said it was for security since this wasn't the nicest part of town, but Eric suspected it was so the owner, Mr. Philban, could keep tabs on his employees. And maybe to remotely admire his mostly college-age female staff. Eric certainly didn't want Angela to get fired or even arrested for public indecency. Perhaps he could start with something more subtle and discreet.
Just then Angela came quickly around the counter with Eric's cup of coffee in her hands.
"Slow down," Eric thought as he looked deeply into Angela's eyes.
Without any delay, her normal light, quick pace slowed almost to a stop as she continued to cover the 20 or so feet to where Eric was sitting. Eric held his breath.
"Stop, let your hair down, shake your head while running your fingers through your hair," he thought.
Instantly, her slow pace stopped. She set Eric's coffee on the counter, reached up and pulled out her scrunchy and the pen. Her lustrous red hair fell in what seemed like slow motion. The ends of her hair stayed bunched in roughly the shape they were locked in with the bun. Angela quickly put the scrunchy on her wrist and set the pen next to the coffee cup. She started to shake her head, slowly at first but picking up speed. Her fingers then spread wide and starting at her scalp ran through her long, lustrous hair. As her head shook back and forth, her fingers caught some of the big snarls, and her hair fell loose. After her fingers finished their mission, she stopped shaking her head. Her hands still elevated and just off her shoulders hung in place. She looked to be just coming out of a daze, and her eyes started to lower and settled back upon Eric. Who sat there, jaw visibly agape.
"Oh, my gosh," she blushed. "I don't know what happened, my bun must have been falling out."
She reached forward and grabbed the coffee cup and pen. She started walking back towards Eric, but interestingly, it was still at a leisurely pace.
"No problem," said Eric, smiling. "It looks good down."
"Well thank you, Eric," she said, finally reaching the table and starting to set the cup down.
"Bend over at the waist and stick your chest out while setting the cup down." The thought popped quickly into his head.
And Angela started leaning forward. As she did so, her shoulder blades went back and in slightly towards her spine and her back arched. The breasts came forward and apart just slightly. Her bra was straining to the point of almost snapping. The breasts, now prominently on display, were precisely eye level for Eric as she carefully set the cup down.
As she slowly started to stand up straight, Eric thought, "grab your left breast and then lightly brush your nipple."
