Tala's Powers

The storm sky-blue Denby mug tipped itself over to meet Tala's soft, full lips. Her eyes gently closed, she took a long, slow sip of the jasmine green tea. Soft sighs followed the warm tang that spread across her tongue. Work really did a number on her today. an hour unpaid overtime in the office. Fuck.

Her supple nylon feet ached in smart, shining brogues. The pulp romance novel she read proved intriguing enough that she hadn't noticed her shoes were still on her feet. Every once in a while a slender finger would absent-mindedly burrow down the sides of the brogues, caressing her soles. Tala looked like an ancient goddess, perched with legs tucked to the side on the green-velvet armchair. Her dark lebanese curls were pulled behind large, curvaceous ears that twitched when she was excited. She regretted learning to move them - they had taken on a life of their own and she could tell when guys were staring at them, mesmerised by them. She coveted the privacy of her living room.

They twitched on either side of her head. Cascading thumps echoed through the ceiling followed by a familiar voice, 'Hey wonder, missed you today'.

Doran's shoulders kissed the top of the architrave. His fresh male musk called out to her. He'd just come back from a run. Mmmff. Yes.

Tala slapped the book closed on her thigh and stretched out her arms, twisting like an Indian classical dancer.

Doran nodded to the mug beside her, still suspended in mid air. To anyone else this would be serious cause for alarm, but for Doran it was just another quirk of Tala's powers. Tala, as it happened, was the world's first and only true telekineticist. 'ooh, sorry!' She plucked the cup from the air and set it on the stool to her right. Their eyes met. Doran raised a beckoning finger to his partner.

Tala didn't pull herself out of the chair.

No, no.

She rose up from it into the middle of the room, legs still tucked beside her, like there was an invisible chair pushing her forward. she turned her bent legs toward Doran, feet dangling, and took a deep breath. The laces of her brogues slowly began to untangle themselves simultaneously. The soft hiss of fabric on leather accompanied the shoes leaving her feet and clunking on the floor beneath her. The salty tang of her damp feet sang in the space. The air welcomed her female scent and so did Doran, whose grey cotton shorts had risen up like a tent toward her. After a day on her feet Tala felt liberated setting them free. She flexed them in the air, releasing more of her sweaty feet perfume.

She hovered there for a moment before correcting her posture.

'Do the thing' Doran said coyly.

Tala giggled as she stood upright in mid-air. She straightened out her left leg and bent her right knee slightly. Tala's moist, black pantyhose-clad toes pointed to the hardwood floor. She was the perfect imitation of superwoman making a gentle landing. Thick, white precum dripped onto the floor around Doran's feet.

'mmm. Fuck, honey. You're incredible. I could watch you fly all day.'

A grin crept across Tala's beautiful, tanned face as she hovered effortlessly in the air several feet away from her husband. Her skirt slid down her calves and onto the ground, 'I want you to ask me to pleasure myself here, babe. I want you to BEG me to'. Her shirt buttons popped off violently and the garment fluttered away behind her like a leaf in the wind. Next, she held her arms out in front of her and the bra clasp, delicate and precise, undid itself. There Tala floated, small breasts exposed and slender legs encased in diaphanous black nylon pantyhose. Doran drank in her vinegary female stink like a free diver coming up to surface for air. All he wanted was to bury his chiseled face in her womanly soles.

Doran dropped to his knees like a stunned acolyte, 'Tala, my angel, my goddess, my world. Please, do me the honour of letting me watch you pleasure yourself while you fly in the air in front of me. I am in awe of your natural gifts.

Tala lowered her eyelids, slowly breaking gaze with Doran. Her hands stretched out parallel to the ground against her full hips. Her breathing became heavy and sensual. It might have looked like nothing else was happening, except for her moans and writhing limbs as she stood in the air.

Tala's sweaty toes began to curl as a dark circle grew in size rapidly around the crotch of her Wolfords. She grabbed her perky breasts as the cooing grew louder, yearning for release. Books began falling off the shelves behind her. The chair started shaking.

Opaque liquid began cascading off of her toes onto the floor.

'Your turn, honey' she grunted

Tala's libido bolstered her powers. Doran was lifted up into the air in in front of her, clothes flying off and sticking to the ceiling. His foreskin was pulled back and forth by some unseen hand.

There they hovered, naked and moaning together, intimate yet apart. Doran released a guttural scream as fountains of hot cum pulsed from the tip of his veiny, thick shaft onto Tala's bare chest.