3 comments/ 8132 views/ 3 favorites Hal's Women By: magicwill It was new, clean and looked more like a collectible boutique than an adult store. It had caught my attention on this Saturday morning as I was out running errands. I stopped in and was just beginning to browse when a feminine voice asked, "Is there something special you are looking for or are you open to suggestions?" "Well, I guess I am listening," I replied. "Take care of yourself first and everything else will fall into place." "Um, what do you mean?" I asked hesitantly. The girl reached into a bag she was carrying, lifted out a small bottle, sort of "presented" it between the two of us and continued, "If your stimulate and harness your own libido then you will naturally be more attractive to your woman, and that begins a re-enforcing cycle that will enhance the environment for both of you." A bit confusing, yet intriguing. By now I had noticed that the girl was close to my age, tall, fairly attractive and looked somewhat familiar. I pushed her product presentation over into a corner of my mind and responded, "Hey, as you were speaking it dawned on me that you are somewhat familiar. Do we know each other?" "Sort of," she replied. "I think we were in the same business class at State University two years ago, but I am surprised you remember me. My name is Jane, and though it quickly dawned on me where I knew you from, I can't place your name." "Hal. Thanks for connecting those dots...and now back to your sales pitch." "It really wasn't much of a sales pitch. I was simply trying to explain how you might enhance your perceived attractiveness to your partner." Jane took the closed bottle, turned in upside-down against her middle finger and continued, "When you place a dab of this liquid behind your ear it has a positive influence on your sex drive and ability to perform. Think of it as a combination pheromone and Viagra. It stimulates your confidence and your actual abilities." "That sounds quite interesting, but I don't have a steady girlfriend at the moment," was my weak response. "Not to worry. Your improved confidence level will make you somewhat more effective in meeting new people," explained Jane. "Look, try this small bottle for a month and if you don't like the results bring it back and I will simply give you your money back." The price turned out to be a bit steep, but I was fascinated by the potential and, besides, the sales pitch had already won me over. Jane gave me some instructions regarding how and when to apply the liquid and how long it was effective (roughly eight hours). I left the shop and finished my errands before heading home. During the drive home it registered that my visit to the new boutique (I think I like referring to it that way. It has a better ring than "adult store.") had been pretty short and I really had not even looked over their selection of enhancers, vibrators and super-vibrators. Oh well, now I had an excuse to visit again another day. As I retell this story I am still impressed with my improved mental acuity. It must be an unintended consequence of the liquid, but I remember all kinds of detail that would have totally escaped me in the past. It is a shame I got my degree and am back working in the real world. This kind of recall would have been very helpful while getting my MBA, or any time in school for that matter. Home alone and pondering Saturday night I was now anxious to use a bit of the liquid and see what the results might be. I had a late afternoon snack, showered, dressed and prepared to head out for a couple of drinks at Shelby's, the local watering hole. I dabbed a bit of liquid on my right index finger, applied it gently behind my right ear, rubbed it in and then following Jane's instructions thoroughly washed any residue off my finger. At Shelby's I spotted some of the gang I sorta hang out with and joined them at a circular corner booth. Connie slid over to make room for me on the 9 o'clock side of the booth. The others present included Danny, George, Marilyn and Tanya. I had done my MBA with Tanya and George and had only met the others here at Shelby's. The evening was warm and a margarita with salt sounded good to me. Actually it was a Texas sized glass with quite a few ounces of refreshment contained within. The snacks were good and all things pointed to a rather uneventful Saturday evening shooting the breeze with uncoupled acquaintances while savoring a tequila buzz. Now it probably should have surprised me when Connie's hand found its way onto my thigh while we were all chuckling over the limp punch line of Danny's joke about oversexed geese. However, I chose not to overtly respond and simply continued in the table banter. People came and went from the table as the need to pee was strengthened by several beverage re-orders. The nature of a corner circular booth is that only the end occupants had easy egress, so there was frequent sliding and shifting of positions as people departed and returned. Somehow during the movement I found myself more in the middle of the circle (farthest away from the end). Connie remained on my left, but now Marilyn was immediately on my right...and she kept brushing her left breast against my arm and nestling her leg tightly against my own. Let me stop for a minute and clarify a couple of items. First, while I see Connie and Marilyn occasionally at Shelby's, I had no previous relationship with either, other than as friends. Second, while I am not a bad looking guy, I would definitely not describe myself as a stud and I don't have any special abilities (like licking my eyebrows) that would prove an attraction to women. Third, while they were not with dates on this particular Saturday, Connie and Marilyn were both attractive in their own way. I judged Connie as around 5'5" with nice legs and moderately sized breasts. She appeared to have a firm posterior, but I would have to leave that eventual judgment until a later time. Connie possessed sandy blond hair and very lovely blue eyes. Marilyn was more striking in initial appearance with smallish breasts that frequently featured firm nipples straining against her blouse or sweater. Her hair was almost jet black as were her eyebrows. Her lips were full and soft. Quite a nice little package. There were other things about these two that I found quite arousing, but now I am getting ahead of myself. I will try to get the story back in sequence and fill you in on those details later. Close contact with Connie and Marilyn was having another effect as I was now sporting an extremely hard prick that was becoming somewhat uncomfortable being bound up in my pants. It certainly seemed that Connie's soft strokes on my leg had progressed a bit closer to my crotch and Marilyn's hand also found its way onto my leg and joined her tit in making constant contact with my body. My mind drifted away from the conversation and began to focus on the very real possibility that if the two of them continued progressing on their tactical advances, I might find myself with an exploded bomb in my pants and my "tighty whitey" jockeys full of sticky crème de la cum. My predicament with the girls did not go unnoticed by the rest of the group and I became the target of the next round of humor. Connie and Marilyn used the laughter to continue their individual campaigns against my body. "Would you like to continue this 'discussion' at my place," I whispered into Connie's ear. I twitched pretty noticeably in my seat as her hand advanced all the way to my balls in reply to my question. Now I had to figure out how to exit the booth when Marilyn was occupying the end spot. Hell, I thought, let me just address this head-on. First, I leaned into Connie's ear and quietly said, "Give me just a moment to clear a path and then we will make an exit." My statement concluded with a quick tongue in her ear. It was her turn to twitch. "Would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow evening?" I asked Marilyn, again leaning into her ear and speaking as softly as I could. Her face expanded the grin that was already in place and she whispered in reply, "I'll do the cooking. I will text you my address...come over at 6:00." My inner being sighed in relief and I prepared for an awkward exit by Connie and me. I rather suspect there was considerable discussion after we left Shelby's, but at this point I really didn't care. Remaining in that booth wedged between two sexually aggressive women was no longer an option. We walked to my car and I promised to bring her back for her car later in the evening. I let her into the passenger side and climbed in behind the wheel. Before I could even reach the start button she had nearly climbed over the center console and was planting a deep kiss on my mouth while her hand became reacquainted with my balls. I guess we could have just fucked there in the parking lot, but I really appreciate the comforts of home. Thus, I disengaged from Miss Lip Lock, started the car and said, "My place is not far from here." She returned to her seat and buckled up, but her hand found its way back into my lap. The drive didn't take long, but it gave me a few minutes to twirl things around in my mind while Connie made some irrelevant chatter about the song coming from the radio. "Wow," I thought, "that liquid behind my ear really has me hot to trot. Or is it Connie that has me so hot? What got her going? And what about the similar reaction from Marilyn? Jane didn't say anything about this having an effect on women...only that they would be attracted to my self-confidence." I was definitely confused, but enjoying the process. Thank God, we arrived at my place and headed inside. Connie plopped on the sofa and I absently asked if she would like something to drink. "Not right now," she smiled. "Let's work on some other things first." I took that as a direct invitation, lowered myself next to Connie on the sofa and began to attack her body. Like many wars it was not a one-sided affair as Connie seemed as anxious to get her hands on me as I was to explore her features. A bit of ravenous kissing and a very few minutes later we were both in a state of semi-dress. My fly was open, but my belt was still latched, so I decided it was a good time for a change of scenery. I lifted Connie and carried her to my bed. I figured that waiting any longer would only serve to make the move more challenging as my pants would have been somewhere around my ankles. Once on the bed we were both able to remove the rest of each other's clothes and I had time to more fully appreciate Connie's body with my eyes, hands and mouth. Connie was definitely a member of the flat belly club and I really liked that. Her tits were firm, round and topped by delicious little nipples that acted as power magnets for my tongue. Her bush pretty closely matched her hair -- sandy blonde. The main difference at the moment was that her hair was soft and dry while her bush was soft, warm and oh so wet. My hands explored her pussy while my tongue continued to be totally enamored with those delicious nipples. I also liked that in this position I could clearly enjoy Connie's little sighs and coos as she offered cues to what she enjoyed most about our foreplay. I had definite positive reinforcement as my fingers traveled her slit collecting valuable lubrication and then settled in on her clit. My intent was to combine the sucking and rubbing to get her really turned on. It worked better than I had planned and she released my dick and slipped into an orgasm. Connie was lost there for nearly a minute and when she came down a bit she gently pushed me away from her tits, shifted her position on the bed and took my dick in her mouth. As I mentioned earlier, I am not especially endowed so there wasn't much danger of Connie choking on my pecker. She impressed me with the skilled nature of her cock sucking and blew away (pun intended) my dick with the soft caress of her tongue. I came rather quickly and was lost in my own orgasm. Connie stayed in place throughout my pumping spasms and did a wonderful job of softly cleaning my dick of every drop of cum without putting too much pressure on the over-sensitive little fucker. Speaking of fucking, we got to that following a period of warm nuzzling and cuddling that allowed me an unexpectedly rapid re-charge period. Ah, perhaps this is another benefit of the special liquid. Connie guided me on top of her and assisted my member into her very juicy pussy. Her internal warmth and moisture felt absolutely wonderful and I found a comfortable pace for slipping in and out. I was quite aware both of the unfailing hardness of my dick and my ability to stay the course following my initial orgasm. I was lost in the enjoyment of stroking my dick in and out of Connie when she picked up the pace and begged, "Stay with me, Hal, stay with me." I did, and even tried to alter my strokes just a bit to apply more pressure near her clit with my grinding strokes. She didn't just cum...she exploded and locked me in a clinch as her body convulsed. Well, liquid enhanced Hal had never been in a situation quite like this before. I had always been the one to cum first and, if lucky, maintain an erection long enough to get my partner off before suffering fallout. On this night I slowed my pace while Connie recovered and then accelerated once again and drove her to two more orgasms before intensely pumping my load both into her pussy and onto her thighs as I finally withdrew. That was some fun! We cuddled, exchanged whispered appreciation about how good that little episode had been and drifted off to sleep. Sunlight was already sketching its beams onto the wall of my room when I awakened to find Connie spooned in front of me. I couldn't resist and reached around to fondle her tits. She rolled over to face me and said, "I was waiting for you to wake up. I really don't know what got into me last night. I've never been that horny in all my life and, well, I kind of dragged you into bed." I lightly pushed my index finger up to her lips and said, "That was the best sex I have ever had and I'm not really concerned about how we got from point A to right now." I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her as passionately as I could -- morning breath and all. Connie returned the kiss, and relaxed her legs when I moved my hand to stroke her pussy. One thing led to another and she wound up straddling me for a brief ride. I used the word brief only because I came after only a few minutes and well ahead of Connie. It felt good, but I certainly wasn't up to the standards of the night before. Connie received a courtesy hand release from me as I stroked her clit and brought her to orgasm. We showered, dressed and I drove Connie back to her car. We pledged to connect again soon. Now I had time to reflect on the past evening, the morning after and some of the lack of continuity between the results of both. Then it dawned on me. Yep, it had been more than eight hours since the application of that liquid. That must be it. I was certainly the same person in both episodes, but I played the role quite differently night to morning. My upcoming dinner with Marilyn danced in my head and I held an extensive debate with myself as to how I could evaluate the effect of the liquid -- both on myself and on my "date." I finally decided that the time with Marilyn would be spent sans liquid. I was searching for answers and trying to develop an A/B comparison method, eliminating as many variables as possible. I needed to know if the liquid was directly influencing my "date" as well as me. In my head I could reconcile the Viagra effect and the improved self-confidence, but I did not want women to be "magically" attracted to me. I needed to know that I earned that on my own. Marilyn, as promised, had texted her address and reiterated the 6:00 pm arrival time. I went for a run in the early afternoon and then showered, paying special attention to the area behind my ear. I did not want any residue to influence the test. After picking up a bottle of wine I headed over to Marilyn's place. Marilyn greeted me cordially at the door, but didn't attack me. At the time I couldn't decide if that was good or bad. The wine I brought appealed to her, so she opened it and poured us both a glass. She indicated we were having salad, bread and lasagna. The lasagna needed about thirty more minutes of oven time, so we settled onto the sofa to enjoy our wine. Small talk progressed nicely, but Marilyn made no move to kiss or touch me. I also respected her space and continued to ponder the potential effect of the liquid. During my mental exercise I also spent some time admiring Marilyn. Her dark black hair set off a very fair complexion. I have often heard of full lips on a girl described as "pouty" and I think that term does a great disservice to a beautiful feature. Marilyn's expression was extremely pleasant and I found her lips to be attractive, sensuous, soft, full...but not pouty. I don't think Marilyn was wearing a bra under her cotton top as those familiar headlamps were full on. I allowed my eyes to soak in her other features in a manner I hoped wasn't perceived as staring. She had a slim build, a tight ass and legs that accented this lovely package. Last evening she was all over me and tonight it was as if she were waiting for me to make a move. My A/B mental list said that after dinner I definitely need to test the waters. The lasagna was ready just about the time we poured our second glass of wine. Dinner was great and I hoped I was careful enough to avoid wedging cheese between my teeth and adding a very un-sexy taste to a kiss. We set the empty plates on the counter and took our glasses of wine back to the sofa. I sat first and motioned Marilyn to sit close. She obliged, but still didn't grab for my zipper. About halfway through our discussion of Marilyn's favorite movie, I decided to make a move. It was time to test my improved self-confidence. I set my glass on the table, took her glass from her hand, set it near mine, and leaned in for a kiss. Those lips just cried to be kissed softly and that's the way I began. We explored each other's mouths at leisure while increasing our hugging and caressing. My hands found their way under Marilyn's top and while caressing the skin on her back I was able to confirm the absence of a bra. That revelation brought my hands, still under her top, around to her tits. I softly kneaded them and twirled my fingers around a pair of puffy areolas surrounding her very hard nipples. I would say Marilyn had sensitive breasts and nipples based on the way her tongue tried to carve a new path through my mouth as I fondled those soft mounds of flesh. As I began to lift Marilyn's top over her head she suggested we take our wine to another room. It felt good to warm my throat with a gulp of wine prior to resuming the unclothing of Miss Marilyn. While she allowed me to undress her one piece at a time, she never made a move to remove any of my clothing. I had Marilyn totally nude and reclining on the bed. I was not going to remain fully clothed, so I rather quickly and clumsily removed clothing so we could have matching attire. Her body was really lovely. She had legs like I love...feet on one end and a gorgeous pussy on the other. That pussy was surrounded by the fullest, softest-looking black bush I could have imagined. At this point I thought Marilyn reminded me of Snow White. Not that I have seen Snow White's bush, but the black hair, fair skin and sensuous lips imprinted on my brain. I was also reminded of a saying a Disney friend had told me. "Contrary to popular opinion, Peter Pan is not a hospital utensil, Mr. Toad is not horny and Snow White isn't." I then set out to prove the latter. Hal's Women Marilyn found some interest in fondling my dick while I kissed those lovely nipples and I could tell she was getting aroused by way she kept grinding her pelvis into my leg. It was time for a muff dive. I worked my mouth down from her breasts, paused to tongue a cute little in-button and then progressed to my target forest. That much hair could either be an impediment or an attraction. I chose the latter and took my time carefully working my tongue up and down Marilyn's slit. Each trip included a brief twirl around her clit before sliding south again. I found her opening and did my best to intrude with my tongue, but, alas, I couldn't get very deep. But, I certainly do love eating pussy. I love the taste, the feel, her arousal...everything. Marilyn, too, seemed to be enjoying it. As I zeroed in on her clit I wanted to take Marilyn to a rocking orgasm. That is one of the really great unwrappings during an initial sexual encounter -- to find out what drives your partner crazy and how her body reacts in orgasm. I was getting Marilyn closer to the mountain top and searched my brain for a unique way to add stimulus. I moistened a finger with her juices and headed for her asshole. My moistened finger pressed solidly, but gently on her tight opening. Bad move on my part. Marilyn was panting by this time, but her words were still clear, "I love that, but I want to be clean for you. Would you give me an enema?" I could think of a whole bunch of things I would have loved to do for Marilyn at that moment, but somehow I had overlooked giving her an enema. I felt bad, but the moment -- the evening -- was totally lost. It is not that I have anything against giving a lovely lady an enema or ass play in general, but to stop my dedicated efforts to drive this bitch to a mind-blowing orgasm and figure out how an enema was going to be worked into the process was just a bit unsettling. My hand was withdrawn from pressing against Marilyn's wonderfully tight sphincter, my mouth moved up to give a goodbye kiss to those delectable little tits and I dragged my now-limp dick along with the rest of my body into the bathroom where I absently washed my hands. "Hal, you got me really aroused and an enema would make me really hot," Marilyn pleaded from the other room. That was the last intelligible thing either of us spoke that evening. Dressing was the most uncomfortable act I have ever performed with a woman and the exit from her apartment yielded something between a grunt and silence. I wanted silence, but I am pretty sure I grunted something close to "goodnight, Marilyn." In my head I continued, "Maybe I'll see you at Shelby's and buy you an enema...I mean a drink," and then still in my mind continued, "If you wanted to be clean for me why didn't you douche your ass prior to my arrival? If you wanted an enema for sexual stimulation as part of foreplay, why not suggest it early on? Do you realize how quickly you deflated my determination to give you a shattering orgasm? Do you realize you found the perfect antidote for a raging hard-on?" Amazing that my mind had totally shifted from visualizing ways to please Marilyn to conceiving a series of insults that would have really expressed how I felt...all in less than a couple of minutes. When I got home I didn't even feel like whacking off. Monday came and I went to work, but my mind kept replaying Connie and Marilyn. I was no closer to any definitive answers about the liquid and certainly had not structured a viable A/B comparison model. I needed answers. Somewhere after replay 35 or 40 it was time to leave work. I am not certain what I accomplished during the day, but I was hopeful that people wouldn't pay a price for bad decisions I made while daydreaming. And now, what to do about those answers. I decided I needed to go back to the source and stop by the boutique to see if Jane could add some clarity. "Shit." That was the main thought that stuck in my mind as I got back in my car outside the boutique. The lady inside had been pleasant enough, but she informed me that Jane only worked part-time and wasn't scheduled again until Thursday. "Shit," I thought, "this is going to be a long week." Thursday afternoon finally arrived. I still had my job despite four days of zero productivity and it was time to go find Jane. When I arrived at the boutique Jane was just walking out the front door. She smiled, waved and waited for me to walk over to her. "Hey, Hal, how are you doing?" "I really need to talk with you, Jane," I blurted. "I have lots of questions about that liquid you sold me." "Whoa, slow down, Hal," smiled Jane as she raised both hands in front of her to halt me in my tracks and cut off my rapid-fire salutation. "I agree. It would probably be helpful for us to talk, but let's keep things in perspective...I don't think this is a world crisis." Jane's smile and her words disarmed me. "You are right. I am a bit worked up," I explained. "I originally came by to see you on Monday only to find you weren't working until today." "Let me clarify that picture for you," began Jane. "I only work part-time because I am going to school full time trying to complete my MBA. The company I work for has been great. They have paid my tuition and associated school expenses at State, as they agree an MBA will make me a better asset for them. However, while they have granted me personal leave to finish my degree, they don't give me a salary. "I had saved up a few bucks before I decided to go back for an MBA, and my family has chipped in a bit, but I am living on the cheap and working here helps pay rent, gas and food." "Oh," was all I could think to say in reply. Jane continued, "I was just leaving work and was ready to walk back to the house where I am subletting a room from some undergraduates who hold the main lease. I would invite you over to hear your questions, but the environment there is not exactly conducive to meaningful conversation. Do you want to go get a cup of coffee somewhere?" "I don't know about the coffee, but we could drive over to my place if you are up for it. Hopefully I can get some needed explanations and then I would be happy to drive you back to your place. Does that sound OK?" came my offer. "Sure," Jane said. "I am caught up on my school work and I can spare some time. I hope I can answer your questions -- you seemed a bit agitated when you arrived here and you look like too nice a guy to get yourself worked up that way." I think I felt better already. But, boy, I still had lots of questions rolling in my mind and I was hopeful Jane could provide the answers. The ride was quiet and a very short time later we were standing in my living room -- one tall, brown-haired MBA student/boutique sales person and one confused male/boutique customer. "Can I offer you a beer, some wine or something else to drink?" was all I could think to begin the conversation. "A glass of milk would be great," smiled Jane. "I am kind of laying off the alcohol for a bit after cleaning up behind my roommates last weekend. Watching them puke their heads off as the culmination of 'an evening of fun' darned near made me want to quit altogether." "OK, milk it is," popped out of my mouth as I headed to the kitchen. "You don't mind if I drink some wine...as long as I don't puke in front of you, do you?" "Nope, go right ahead," chuckled Jane. As I returned to the living room with two glasses it ran through my head that there would be no confusion on whose glass was whose -- one white and tall, one red and bowled. Such is the sense of humor of a man with no meaningful hobbies. Jane sat on the end of the sofa and I chose to sit in a nearby chair facing her from about the four o'clock position. Jane looked relaxed, crossed her blue jean encased legs, took a sip of milk and asked, "Do you want to begin your questions now?" "Sure," I said. "First of all I am curious about what the liquid you sold me does and doesn't do. You told me that it would enhance me physically and boost my self-confidence, but does it have any effect on girls? Let's start there and then depending on your response I think I have some follow-up questions. No, I know I have some follow-up questions. But go ahead and start there." Jane paused for a moment and then her face brightened with what was becoming a familiar smile as she spoke, "That's an easy opening question. Nope, no effect on girls when you are wearing it." "Look," she added, "we can dance around the edge of what's bothering you all afternoon, but it might be more helpful if you just tell me what happened and let me see if I can sort out the implied questions that have you so up-tight." It was at that moment that I noticed the sparkle in Jane's green eyes. The smile never left her face as she finished the milk, wiped the mustache with her finger, leaned back and waited to see where I was going to take the conversation. On my side of the ledger was a very hesitant individual, still looking for those answers, but not sure how best to unfurl the questions. I barely knew this girl. How much could I tell her without looking like a total idiot or some kind of pervert? Looking back there must have been thirty seconds or so that passed during the hour I debated with myself about what was the best path. At the end of the mono-debate I decided the only way for Jane to understand what I was wrestling with was to pass along as much of the story as I could. My mind told me the worst that could happen would be she would pull a gun out of her backpack and shoot me. No, the worst that could happen would be that Jane listened to my story and didn't like the person she saw there. It was then that I realized I cared about her opinion of me. My eyes had been wandering the room while I was thinking and I looked back at the sofa to see a relaxed Jane sitting there. "OK, here goes," I said. I launched into the string of events that transpired after I left the boutique last Saturday. Jane nodded several times, chuckled at a couple of my remembrances, murmured "Uh huh" many times along the way and generally paid rapt attention to everything I said. I don't know how to grade myself as a story teller, but I became more brazen as the words spilled out of my mouth. I couldn't sit still and wound up pacing around the room part of the time, but kept returning to my chair. Jane never lost eye contact no matter where I was in the room. At one point I thought that she must be doing well in graduate school because she was the best listener I had ever seen. I told Jane virtually everything I told you here. She didn't interrupt me and I didn't leave out many details. She heard the full Monty, so to speak. When I finished the story I headed for the kitchen and said, "I need a refill -- be right back." "I think I'm ready for a glass of wine, too," said Jane as she picked up her milk glass and followed me into the kitchen. I poured two glasses of wine and handed her one. Jane took my free hand, gave it a firm squeeze and then released it as we both walked back into the living room. She sat on the sofa and motioned for me to join her. "Hal, I am touched that you shared that with me," Jane began "and I have a confession and a couple of observations to offer that might well answer the questions you haven't asked as yet. First the confession, because after you hear it you might tell me to just take my backpack and walk home before I even get to the observations." Jane set her glass down, laid her hand on my arm in a very pleasant way and continued, "The reason I can be so certain that the liquid had no effect on the women you were with is that it was a sample bottle of skin softener given to me by a friend that sells cosmetics. But, if you will bear with me a minute there is a back story." I was already numb from having bared my sex life to a girl I hardly knew, and now came this bit of news. I figured, "What the hell. Jane didn't interrupt during the entire time I talked, so let's see where this goes." I motioned for her to continue. "First full confession is that I didn't just, quote, recognize you when you came into the boutique." revealed Jane, "I had a bit of the hots for you when we were in that class, but never found a way to follow through. Second confession is that I am quite comfortable with my body and sexuality. I'm not bragging -- just stating a fact. That is why I was comfortable taking a part-time job in the boutique. I actually enjoy helping people find things that help them explore their own sexuality...and gain confidence and satisfaction in their sexual relationships. "When you came into the store I saw an opportunity to enter into a dialog with you and perhaps make an impression. The idea of turning the skin softener into a different product popped into my head and I improvised from there. I may have told a lie, but the core intent was simply to boost your own self-confidence and, as I told you then, self-confidence is an attraction to the opposite sex as long as it doesn't stretch into conceit...which is a total turn-off for me. Self-confidence is the best potion going. I am fully convinced that 90% of sex takes place between the ears. The other stuff is just a response mechanism. "Connie and Marilyn were attracted to you and not some potion. There may have been other factors in play Saturday night at Shelby's, but I strongly suspect the aura you projected played the major role in what transpired." Jane squeezed my arm leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. That motion brought her breast in contact with my body and I was instantly aware that I was dealing with a grapefruit smuggler. Now, I may have just not been paying proper attention prior to this moment, but I honestly had not noticed the size of Jane's tits nor had she flouted them with the way she dressed. Anyway, I felt obligated to let you know that though I may be a bit slow on the uptake I can still appreciate reality when it brushes up against me. Jane finished the kiss and leaned back against the arm of the sofa and continued her explanation, "Let me offer a few observations at this point. I was impressed that as you took both Connie and Marilyn to bed your focus was on pleasing them. From your story I would surmise that Connie had a similar focus and I think that is why you two had such a satisfying experience. I have to tell you that your description of that adventure got me a bit wet. I was imagining what it would have been like had you shared that experience with me instead of her." That little tidbit was a surprise for me, but I think I shielded any reaction from my face. However, if Jane had noticed, my pants were suddenly a bit taut across the crotch. Jane continued, "You were confident with Connie, you were caring with Connie and from what you told me the sexual being that is Hal performed at a higher level. "Now let's look at what happened with Marilyn. First, you were probably more interested in analyzing the situation, looking for reasons the experience would be different simply because you had not applied the liquid. Second, Marilyn was all about Marilyn. Her focus was on fulfilling Marilyn and you were simply the tool. That, to me, is not a winning formula for a positive first encounter in bed. "I think your reaction to Marilyn's suggestion of an enema was as much a push-back from her whole attitude towards you. You obviously found her physical characteristics quite attractive and you were turned on and tuned to please her. A different response from Marilyn might have changed the whole outcome. Just a guess. "My next observation is that you shouldn't be too harsh a judge on a person's kinks. Marilyn's timing was atrocious, but the idea of communicating things to a partner that please you is certainly part of a positive game plan. I find a warm enema to be both relaxing and sexually stimulating, but there is a difference between sharing those kinks talking on the sofa and breaking the mood in the middle of sex play. "Hal, I hope you will forgive me for the confusion and discomfort you have felt. I also hope my explanation made sense," Jane said. "My final confession is that I would love to hold you and have your hands on my body." That was it. I had been spun, wrung and hung up to dry. There was only one next step and I took it. I wrapped Jane in my arms and began what seemed like an hour of passionate kissing there on the sofa. Hands roamed on both bodies, clothes were peeled off and two hot individuals got even hotter. I finally made the suggestion that it had been a full day for both of us and asked if she would like to take her glass of wine and join me for a soak in the tub. That met with her approval and we began the journey that I knew would shortly find conclusion on the sheets. I wished I had bubble bath, but, alas, that is not a staple in my bathroom. I was, however, thankful that I was renting a condo and not an apartment. The finishes here were very nice, including a large soaking tub. Jane sported what was a new feature for me -- a bald pussy. I was fascinated with it and looked forward to experiencing the feel of her smooth pussy lips. I suggested Jane sit between my legs and lean her head back against my chest. We both enjoyed the warm water that filled the tub as high as I could get it before the hot water met its end. We both sipped our wine and actually began a dialog about our lives. It was interesting that we should be in this position and only now sharing information that would normally be exchanged even before a first date. Her tits felt wonderful in my hands and I enjoyed lightly tweaking her nipples between each thumb and forefinger while kneading her ample breasts with the rest of my fingers. After a bit her hands worked their way behind her back and she ministered to my balls and now-rigid cock. Eventually the water cooled and it was time to head to our final destination. The sun had set by now and there was only a faint glow in the room as we settled in to better acquaint ourselves with each other's bodies. Neither of us displayed an urgency to arrive at a specific culmination. The process itself was the pleasure. Jane was a wonderful kisser and I was hoping she felt the same about me. Kissing and cuddling are such a huge part of love-making for me. Wait a minute. Why did I use that particular description and not just think "sex?" I was feeling genuine affection for this lovely creature and really desiring the whole woman. That was a new feeling for me. Intense, too. I wanted to ignite Jane more that I had ever wanted to please anyone before. I applied a bit of lotion to her tits and excused my mouth down to her crotch. In my new position I could lap at her wonderfully smooth pussy while massaging both nipples with my hands. Using my patented combination sucking and flicking action I attacked her clit and she came pretty hard with a wonderful chirping that was somewhere between a sigh and a cry. I loved it. I moved south of Jane's clit and worked my way up and down her very juicy slit. She tasted wonderful. "Come here a moment," Jane said softly. "I want to taste myself in your kiss." Scooting up a bit I held her as tight as I could, pressed my hard member against her crotch and kissed her mouth as deeply and passionately as I could. I was so high I didn't want it to end. It was time, however, to head into round two. I left Jane's lips, made an enjoyable stop at her right nipple and slid down the sheets to align my mouth with her pussy. I lapped, tongued and generally indulged myself while her head rolled to the side and she purred like a lioness. That, of course, turned me on even more and I slipped past her pussy hole to her back door. My tongue found the spot and I rimmed her with my tongue while my right hand took on split duties with my fingers working her clit and my thumb sliding in and out of her pussy. Hal's Women She came violently this time and cried out how much she loved me, God and the universe. When Jane had settled back to Earth she deferred from my attempt to cuddle and said she had to taste me. What ensued was the most mind-shattering blow job of my life. Jane had taken some of the lubricant I had set on the bedside table and transferred a dab from her fingers to my asshole. Without ever missing a bob up and down my shaft with her mouth she worked her finger into my asshole, reached forward and found my prostate. God, did I explode. Jane swallowed most of my cum, but some leaked out onto my abdomen. I wiped my abdomen with two fingers and then massaged her left nipple and areola with my cum. I was unbelievably turned on and followed up by sucking any remnants from her tit and then engaging in an interminable lip lock with a very sexual being. We were both quite spent. The fucking would come later in the evening and it would be just as satisfying, but for the time being we were both content to lie together, sip our wine and gently caress each other's bodies. Later, after I had experienced the best fuck of my young life, Jane looked over to me and asked, "Do you want your purchase price refunded now?" "You have got to be kidding," I grinned. "Well," Jane responded, "now that that's settled, what do WE do about Connie?"