I wasn't quite sure what category to select for this story.
Even I didn't know my secret talent was transferable. My name is Dave and I am able to see what people are thinking, more than see really, I could feel it, be part of their subconscious desires. It doesn't work on everyone either, only those whose libidos are on overload. I could sense it by the look in their eyes, by their demeanor, by they way they moved, by the way they looked at me or someone else. It was not just one thing but a multitude of body signals that I felt. I lived and felt their fantasies and while it felt like real time, it lasted less than a second. In the time it took an object to fall to the ground, I lived that person's innermost thoughts. I won't go into the history of my talents but I recently discovered that I could share it with someone by simply holding their hand and getting them to look at the person that I was reading.
I was to meet Red for what might be dinner. I only know her name as Red because we had never met before, in person, that is. Red and I communicated by e-mail. We had shared erotic e-mail and seemed to be excited by the same things. In the adult personal's web site where we met, I was luv2taste and she was pusse4u, that makings of a perfect match.
After many, many months of communicating we decided that we might take a chance and meet. It had to be somewhere public and either person had the option of ending it immediately. Since we lived in the same town, we planned to meet in an adjoining town. I was to sit on a bench outside a popular restaurant. Red told me that she would be wearing a business suit, jacket, white blouse and skirt. She already knew that this type of attire was one of my turn ons. She would see me and if all was okay then she would head into the restaurant and if I thought everything was okay then I would follow.
The day came and I was nervously perched on the bench feeling very conspicuous and nervous when a woman approached. Her hair was red and she had on a business suit. Red once described herself as having perky breasts with hard nipples and a wet pussy. This woman coming towards me was more than I expected. Her fabulous red hair framed a cute face and an easy smile as she stopped in front of me. That wasn't the plan but she smile seductively and said "well Dave. like what you see?"
I couldn't help myself as my eyes traveled down her body. Her jacket was open and her blouse strained against her breasts causing little spaces to appear between the buttons. Her skirt rested a few inches above her knees and her legs were long and inviting.
"Shall we?" she asked and held out a hand. I rose quickly, gently grasped her hand and raised it slowly to my mouth. I gave her hand a quick kiss, held it close to my mouth and looked into her eyes. She gave me a knowing smile as I surrounded her middle finger with my lips and slid my tongue over it.
In one of our erotic e-mails, I once kissed Red's hand just after she had pleasured herself and commented on the sweet scent of her lotion and licked her fingers.
She remembered and commented, "I'm sorry I washed up before I came." We both laughed and headed inside.
The brought us to a corner booth that had a wrap around padded seat and Red positioned herself to sit on my right. She removed her jacket and once we squirmed around close to each other, I asked her why she wanted to sit on that side. Instead of answering, she thrust her chest out and straightened her back. This caused her white blouse to strain. leaving tempting lines of sight through the stretched material to the swell of her breasts. I just smiled and said "thank you."
We communicated easily and didn't seem to mind the delay before any restaurant employees came to our table. I finally moved my attention away from Red and noticed a woman walking towards our table. Red's eyes followed mine and we watched as this woman with bouncy brunette hair was carrying a pitcher of water. She was about thirty but her firm breasts seemed to keep in rhythm with the bounce of her hair. She was looking at Red and I felt it, that look and it was directed at Red. Red was also looking at her when I grasped Red's hand. The waitress's step slowed, the bounce became slower as time became slower. I knew I would experience what this woman was thinking as her right foot slowly came forward and seemed to freeze in the air.
In an instant my line of vision became that of the waitress. I was looking directly at Red through the eyes of another woman. she was walking normal now but this was in her fantasy, in that split second it would take for her next step to start, she would reveal her secret thoughts.
She moved quickly towards us and then suddenly she stumbled. A mere foot from our table and the water that was once inside the pitcher was hurtling towards Red. She had no time to react and the wave hit her on her face, soaking her hair, her face and drenching her blouse.
The waitress regained her balanced and looked horrified at what she had done. "I'm so sorry" was all she could say over and over as she helped Red from her seat. "Please let me help" she whispered and she took Red's hand. She turned and towed her back towards the kitchen.
The waitress turned and smiled at Red as they went through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. Inside was a busy place. On the right there was a long counter about eye high. Behind it were cooks busying themselves with customer orders. Pots clanked in the steamy kitchen that bustled with activity. Red was led to the far end of the counter out of the way of the waitresses rushing in and out, picking up their entrees.
Sally, at least that's what her name tag read, turned Red so that she faced the doors and again apologized. She then had a clean towel and was patting Red's face dry. Red just stood there, hands by her side and let Sally try to correct her mistake. Sally looked directly into Red's eyes as she began patting the front of her blouse to soak up the water. A few of the cooks noticed as she spent many minutes applying pressure to Red's chest. The blouse was still very wet and Sally slowly started to unbutton the blouse as she whispered "I'll fix it baby, I'll hang your top near the ovens and it will be dry in no time."
Red never moved as Sally tugged the opened blouse from the skirt. Finished, she moved off, presumably to hang it up, as Red stood in the busy kitchen, drawing many eyes to her bra clad chest. She was beautiful, in Sally's eyes, and the swell of her breasts rose and fell with every breath. Red made no effort to cover herself and soon Sally again stood in front of her, patting her chest with the same towel.
Sally slid down one of the bra straps and dried the exposed skin with her soft towel. She did the same to the other side.
"I'm so sorry, honey. I've soaked your bra. Want me to dry it?" In Sally's innermost mind, Red tenderly nodded yes and let Sally's fingers work the clasp that held the front of her bra together.
