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The Unfolding Ch. 01

By: mtwain4u



This is part one of a story about a happily married wife who slowly discovers how much more there is to sex and arousal. This story has a slow build up, and is only the beginning of her long journey.




Six weeks was all it took! Not that she considered herself a finished product, but glancing in the restroom mirror while re-applying a little lipstick Camille couldn't help but be pleased with the results of her exercise routine over the last month and a half. Popping the lid back onto the gloss, she twisted left then right, letting her gaze take in her shapely hips, firm buttocks, and well-proportioned chest until her eyes met her own, and the confident hint of a smile now beneath them. 

She found the woman she was scrutinizing to be pretty darn attractive for forty-six, and she was delighted with how she looked and felt in her dress: a silky thin, spaghetti strapped number that hugged her hips and butt before flowing easily and loosely down to just above her knees. The décolletage was accented with longer straps and a slight curvature providing an inviting view of her bosom while maintaining the class Camille would demand of any wardrobe selection. She looked good, and that made her feel good. Dave thought she looked great, and that made her feel heavenly.

Heavenly and naughty. Camille was working with a healthy level of arousal all evening. Between her husband's soft and hauntingly suggestive whispers in her ear, and the hand that spent the better portion of dinner tracing her knee and caressing her thigh, she was looking forward to the moment when the key would disengage their hotel room door.

She and David enjoyed what she thought to be an excellent sex life. A private person, with a principled foundation, Camille's sexual thoughts almost always focused on David. Oh sure, there was the occasional masturbation after watching a steamy movie or reading a particularly erotic chapter in a book, but her sexual energy was mostly saved for the love of her life. However, any creative eroticism for the couple fell solely on David's shoulders – like tonight, for instance. David had convinced her, after some sensuous kissing to her nape while getting ready this afternoon, to attend this brouhaha sans panties. He reasoned that here they were, at a boring but obligatory business banquet 2,000 miles from home, with 1500 associates whom he never met before and would never see again, so why not add a little spark? Besides, he grinningly explained, she wouldn't have to worry about panty lines. Her dress was plenty long, and her bare bottom would keep their thoughts throughout the evening appetizingly on each other.

Camille knew by the horniness and tingling she'd felt all night that David, as usual, had been right. Glancing once more at the mirror as she set the lipstick back in her purse she closed her eyes and stole a deep breath. She imagined David standing behind her in the hotel room, softly and carefully pushing her spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting his hands follow them slowly down her arms until his fingers grazed her nipples. She sighed and smiled inwardly, realizing that in addition to having one too many Cosmopolitans, her erogenous zones were communicating to her that it was time to grab David, make haste, and head back to their hotel.

They walked with their arms locked together to the foyer of the moneyed, west coast country club where David slipped the valet a ticket to retrieve their rental car. He wandered over to an unused hallway, admiring the artwork adorning the walls, and beckoned Camille to come over and join him. Camille was wondering what he was doing as he began muttering about this or that artist, brushstrokes, composition, and other artistic matters of which Camille knew David didn't know the first thing. She quickly found out after following David as he calmly ambled farther down the deserted hallway. David reached behind her, turning her so that his back was to the foyer and hers towards the far end of the empty hallway, and pulled her in close for a deep, long kiss. Her senses exploded as their lips met and their tongues took turns exploring the other. David's hands slid down to cup her ass before returning to the small of her back. As they roamed down a second time she felt David's right hand drop even farther, then slowly climb her thigh, raising her dress and her excitement level with its ascent. David felt the soft skin of her thigh, and lightly traced all the way up until his fingertips brushed the outer folds of her bare womanhood sending a tingling shock through her core. In concert with Camille's barely audible moan, David gripped her ass – his left hand on her dress, and his right on her bare, exposed, left buttock. Their mouths parted, and with arms draped over David's neck and eyes staring deeply into his blue irises, Camille whispered "I need you in me." David smiled, relaxed his grip allowing her dress to fall back over her backside, took her hand and placed it against his groin so she could feel his growing penis, and laughed "definitely time to go."

**********

"The company is paying so why not?" David answered as they pulled away from the portico of the refined country club. Camille still wondered about the wisdom of renting a Mercedes SL550 Roadster. She worried how it looked for David and her to be cavorting about in such an expensive, sporty, 2-seat sports car.

"Look honey" David began, "the company doesn't care one bit about this. We're never going to be able to afford one so why not, just once, rent one? Just sit back and let's enjoy what this puppy can do." They had a healthy drive in front of them. Part of the panache of this affluent country club was that it was exceedingly private and remote. Ordinarily being forty miles away from civilization would be the kiss of death, but in this particular case it only added to the allure; an allure that David and Camille could do without. Of the 1,500 guests at tonight's function, a safe guess would place a minimum of 1490 staying on the property through the weekend. An invitation to this club was just as coveted as a weekend in the Lincoln Bedroom. That is, except for David and Camille. They wanted to be wherever the other 1498 people weren't. Ego stroking is not the stroking they envisioned. Just leave them undisturbed so they could suck, tease, nibble, and fuck however and whenever they wanted; weekends away were too precious to waste on glad-handing. 

As they drove off into the night, trading glances, David began explaining what he was going to do to Camille at the hotel. Very softly he intoned that restraints, a blindfold, and feathers were involved. The journey was dark and desolate as they sped through the tree-lined road. As much as he was enjoying the handling, David was soon regretting this particular choice of rental. The high center console separating the bucket seats instantly became a major inconvenience as he couldn't see – let alone reach his hand onto – Camille's inviting thighs. Camille became equally frustrated. She had managed to twist her body and undo David's fly – finally giving some relief to his hours long hard-on. But because of the center console any chance of her being able to surround him with her lips, and tease him with her tongue would have to wait. She couldn't comfortably reach to take him in her hand either. David extended his arm, rubbed and lightly squeezed her breast, causing her spaghetti strap to drop over her arm, as it - much to her displeasure - had done many times through the evening.

"Masturbate for me sweetheart" David whispered just loudly enough to be heard over the purr of Mercedes' V8.

"David!"

"C'mon honey. I can't reach you. I won't even be able to see your hand, but I will be able to see your face. I want to think about your fingers rubbing your hardened clit, and glance over to see your eyes, face, and body respond to your touch. Do it, honey. Cum for me here so I dive this cock into your pussy the minute we get back."

The words, the passion, the cosmos...Camille needed no more coaxing as her hands easily slid her light, soft dress up her thighs. As her finger found her labia her wetness confirmed the arousal she already knew. Her juice was hot, and her slickened finger moved easily; slowly circling and massaging her already hard and pronounced clit. She quickly felt the familiar pleasures reverberate through her body's skin. Her head turned and relaxed on the headrest so that she could gaze at David and she mouthed the words "I love you". David looked at his wife, her cheeks reddening, her eyes shut, her mouth open, and watched as her right bicep methodically contracted ever so slightly, causing the soft, gelatinous tissue of her right breast to jiggle with every stroke. Left hand on the wheel, his right hand instinctively dropped to his waist, and, with his thumb on top and index finger beneath, began slowly tracing his fingers up and down the length of his six inches. Speeding around a corner, his index finger slid up over his cock's soft head to meet and spread the first drop of precum.

**********

"Shit" David suddenly exclaimed as he quickly began braking.

"Wha...oh my" Camille uttered as she snapped out of her amorous trance, thrust her right hand onto the dash to brace herself during the hard stop, and tried to focus on the road ahead.

David slid the stick to manual and downshifted, causing the engine to roar as the lower gear helped grip and slow the car. He quickly put the car as much off the shoulderless road as possible, and threw open the door to inspect the scene. A 7 series BMW had apparently lost control, spun, and skidded into a tree. Camille overcame the fear fluttering in her stomach, flung her door open and began running towards the Beamer. As she ran her boobs began fighting a battle with her dress that the delicate material would never win. Arriving on the scene of the accident, unbeknownst to Camille, her right breast had fully exited the dress using the fabric as a bustier of sorts.

David peered inside the car but no one was there. The damage was substantial, though not catastrophic. He saw no signs of blood, no torn clothing, or other signs of serious injury.  Just as he was about to wander into the woods they heard a cheerful call from sixty to seventy yards up the road.

"My lucky day! I didn't think anyone would be coming down this road until morning" Seth Ducere shouted, without any hint of trauma in his voice. Walking briskly, briefcase in tow, he closed the distance fast. With David a half dozen paces behind her, Camille was steadily walking towards him, and as she got within 20 yards his handsome countenance and 6' 1" athletic body came into focus. This was not at all what she expected to see when they first stopped. Save for a slight bruise on his cheek, a rumpled suit coat, and dress chinos freshly torn at the knee, the strapping hunk of man looked like he just emerged from the August GQ cover. 

A woman was emerging from the blur of darkness and Seth's attention was quickly drawn to a perfectly shaped breast gracefully rippling with each step she took. Entranced by the natural undulations that seemed to spiral around a taught, large, protruding nipple, Seth's thoughts were quickly shifting from relief to intrigue. 

At five paces, his well-trained decorum restored, a relieved and natural smile easily spread as Seth held out his hand. "How do you do? Seth Ducere."

"Camille McKay" Camille replied, noticing this debonair stranger's eyes confidently and easily eying her body – particularly her chest – before casually extending his gaze over her shoulder to her arriving husband.

"And this is" Camille started as she turned "my husband David."

When David's eyes left the stranger and focused on her chest the instant she turned Camille immediately felt the heat of her cheeks reddening and the cool air of the night on her chest before glancing down to confirm her state of undress. While David and Seth were exchanging introductions she attempted as nonchalantly as possible to correct her wardrobe malfunction.

Seth was effusively thanking the two of them for stopping, and David was equally adamant how lucky Seth was to have escaped serious injury from the crash. Camille looked on, occasionally nodding and smiling, forcing the necessary words when need be, but her mind was drifting trying to reconcile her embarrassment and fascination at having given this handsome stranger a very clear view of her breast.

The discussion turned to what the next appropriate steps should be. Seth informed his samaritans that cell coverage was nonexistent where they were, by design. The club wanted a "dead zone" for miles around, adding to the allure of exclusivity. Of course, coverage existed at the club, but only by signing on to their private piece of network backbone. Once off property, you'd better have a sat-phone, or hold your calls for the next forty minutes. They resolved to give Seth a ride to town where he could talk to the police and make arrangements to have his Beamer towed. Camille gave Seth a pen and paper so he could leave a note on his windshield with his contact information should a policeman happen by, and then headed back to the Mercedes.

"This is one exceedingly beautiful automobile, David"

"That it is, Seth. That it is. Unfortunately, it's a rental. And, we seem to have overlooked the sad fact that this car only has two seats for three people. Tell you what, if you're feeling up to it, do you want to drive? Camille can sit on my lap then."

"I'd be happy to, but I don't think I can, unfortunately. I've been fighting a little dizziness since the crash, and to be perfectly honest I was having some lightheadedness the last few weeks that I'm afraid might have contributed to the accident in the first place."

"You're right. Even if you felt fine after a jolt like that it's best you don't drive. Tell you what, if you don't mind, could Camille sit on your lap? I won't leave her out here and she really prefers not to drive at night. Honestly, she doesn't weigh as much as she looks" David quipped with a wink and a smile to Seth.

As soon as the words escaped David's mouth Camille's emotions and senses were in overdrive. How can she sit on this stranger's lap – in this dress, without any underwear! Didn't David remember?

With an easy smile and striking eyes that peered so directly into Camille, Seth said "Oh, I'm quite certain her weight is not a concern. David, you are to be complemented..." gazing again directly at and through Camille, "...Camille, you are a most beautiful woman."

As she gazed back at Seth her core instantly felt a quiver. Was it apprehension or excitement? If it was excitement, why? Why were this handsome man's eyes so captivating? This evening's liquor and foreplay blended with the adrenalin of the accident and recovery left Camille fighting her composure. And, other than those private times with David, Camille Roberta McKay was always composed.

"Thank you Seth, but perhaps your head is bothering you" she smiled.

"I'm sorry honey, is that alright with you?" David asked. "This car certainly isn't very big."

Camille wanted to glare at David and scream "No, it isn't fucking alright! I'm a 46 year old woman with no underwear; I'm not going to sit on some man's lap that I've never met before!"

"It's fine, Seth needs to get to town" is what came out of her mouth.

**********

"Let me move the seat back so you have more room" Seth said as he bent to slide back the controller on the side of the bucket. He noticed a small, oblong area on the new leather that was slightly darker and glossier, and reflexively ran his finger over it. It was wet. Instinctively, he looked up to see if there was an open water bottle in a cup holder or on the floor to avoid potentially spilling more while getting in. David had opened his door and was climbing in the driver's side when, with the aid of the interior lights, Seth noticed that David's fly was open. Seth smiled as some basic societal arithmetic became clear. Perhaps it was the accident, or perhaps it was related to the lightheadedness he'd experienced the last few weeks, but this new information, coupled with the surprising sight of Camille's succulent breast a few minutes earlier produced a delightfully mischievous idea in Seth's mind.

Seated in the car, briefcase in hand "David, would it interfere with your driving if I place my case on the center console? I'm afraid my leg is becoming a bit more painful to bend so I'd rather not put it on the floor" Seth lied.

"Go ahead, no problem."

"Thanks. Ok, Camille, let me make room here" Seth said as he lifted, turned, and placed the upright case onto the center console, strategically blocking David's view of them from the shoulder down.

Apprehension, her previous arousal, cosmopolitans, a wardrobe malfunction, and a strapping gentleman with a crashed 750il cast a surreal milieu. Camille felt as if she were both spectator and actor in an erotic thriller as she lowered her head and bent her knees to slide into the car and onto Seth's lap. Seth held out his hands to brace Camille as she lowered herself. Camille felt his hands connect with her sides, lightly gripping her ribcage. The edges of his index fingers were positioned just below the sides of her breasts, and as her buttocks came to rest on his thighs, she was very aware of the slight compression of her breasts against his fingers. It fleetingly reminded her of the sensual feel when her masseur comes into contact with her fleshy tissue while kneading her back and sides.

"How's that? Are you ok?" Seth asked

"Yes, I'm fine"

"You look like you'll bang your head on the roof the first time we hit a bump" Seth said as he released his hands from her sides, letting them fall to the top of his legs. The outsides of his hands came to a rest against the door handle and the center console, and the inside of his hands – the thumbs and index fingers – rested ever so slightly against the thin material of the dress concealing Camille's thighs. "You need to be able to lean your head back" he quipped and Camille sensed Seth's quads tighten, flex, and slightly lift to adjust himself in the seat so that her head could recline back to his left shoulder.

"Thanks, that is better" Camille admitted as she was able to rest her back against Seth's shoulder.

"Are you two situated?" David asked

"We're as ready as we'll ever be" chuckled Seth.

The first several minutes of the drive proved uneventful. The night was dark, and no one was saying much. Camille began to slacken and Seth could sense Camille's body becoming less rigid and sinking relaxingly into his chest. He waited a couple minutes more, and then the next time the car went over a slight bump he allowed his hands to bounce in concert with the car, letting them land lithely and innocuously more on Camille's thighs. He smiled inwardly as he felt Camille stiffen for a second and then quickly relax again.

Camille had become accustomed to Seth's hands lightly touching her legs, but felt a shiver when his hands settled onto more firmly on them. "Of course it's coincidental," she concluded. Camille didn't want to seem prudish or rude, and considering how uncomfortable this ride must be for Seth, as well as everything else he had been through, she thought it inappropriate to acknowledge Seth's resting hands, and was certainly not going to embarrass him by trying to move them. Maybe he was trying to fall asleep, she thought. And, after a couple minutes passed her relaxation returned, almost into sleepiness, her mind no longer aware of Seth's hands. As the drive continued she allowed her eyes to shut while leaning her head back on the stranger's shoulder. She recalled the electricity of the evening, and imagined David softly caressing her thigh under the table during dinner. Just a thumb, moving tenderly and slowly, subtly stroking her thigh under the hem of her dress. It had felt dreamy, it felt sultry, it felt wonderful, and it felt...real.


The Unfolding Ch. 01



Camille's mind raced and her body quickly came alive as she realized that Seth's thumbs were lightly caressing her. It felt calming, even peaceful, but it was inappropriate she knew.

Seth felt her suddenly stiffen. He thought it would be sooner, as he had been lightly caressing her for a couple of minutes. He felt her back tense, and her buttocks contract, as if in just another moment she would lift up and off of him. He paused a second, waited, then resumed...only moving his thumb and inch or two up, then down, ever so lightly against her soft skin. She hadn't stopped him yet, and now as his boldness and intrigue grew, he resolved that if this game was going to end, he would force Camille to end it.

Should she say something, tell Seth to stop? She didn't want to distract David, or make him worry and regret helping this otherwise very nice, and very handsome, stranger. She was confused. Too much liquor and too much natural testosterone from an evening of playfulness sent conflicting and strange signals through her. She knew it wasn't wise to let this continue. She was horny as hell earlier but she couldn't let that cloud her judgment; she had to do something.

"Seth?" she lightly asked.

A quick, uneven inhale and gurgled "ah, uh-huh, yes?" followed.

Camille didn't know what to say. Clearly, she had woken Seth up and why? Because she was uncomfortable with his soothing – and innocent she now understood – caresses. Feeling slightly ashamed of her intolerance she offered "oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you had dozed. I just wanted to see if you were comfortable and if blood was still getting to your legs." She tried to laugh slightly as she said it, but to her mind it came out somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm fine, but yeah, if you don't mind can you scoot up just a tad? My femoral arteries seem a bit pinched" Seth laughed.

Immediately Camille leaned forward, lifted her butt from Seth's lap, and pushed herself back towards Seth while lowering herself back onto his lap. Seth was prepared. The moment Camille began to lean forward Seth had taken hold of the edge of her dress. As her weight was lifted off of him, he immediately began to move his hands back, towards his beltline, undetectably bringing the bottom of Camille's dress with him. As Camille shifted herself back towards Seth she wouldn't – couldn't – interpret any unnatural movement. It had only taken a second for Camille to move, but Seth had expertly managed to hike the back of her dress almost clear over her ass, pulling the front with it delightfully exposing a couple more inches of Camille's thighs.

Once she had repositioned herself she could feel that her dress was bunched underneath, and heaven forbid, practically behind her. She hoped that between the darkness in the car and the undeniable discomfort Seth must be feeling with her on his lap for this long drive that it wasn't necessary to rise again just to adjust her dress.

"Do you two want me to stop? Maybe get out and walk around a bit?" David chimed in upon hearing the exchange.

"If it's all the same, I'd rather just keep going." Seth quickly interjected, placing the emphasis on the end to indicate a request.

Camille added, "Let's just get there so we can all go to bed – to sleep."

She regretted the clarification before it was even out of her mouth. "Dammit" she thought, the sentence was innocent enough, why did she have to go and try to make it so? The others chuckled – as she feared – the law of unintended consequences was again proven. David's mind was instantly brought back to the sight of Camille's flushed face and dreamy eyes as she sat next to him, less than an hour before, masturbating in anticipation of the fuck she'd receive once back at the hotel. For Seth, the instantly conjured image of the three of them in bed, and in particular of Camille's naked body writhing, gyrating, and responding as only a female can, further fueled his fiendish mind. And, now, he felt the first familiar hint of penile response. Seth tried to save her any further embarrassment by promoting the belief that Camille was intentionally trying to be funny by quipping "good one, no worries."

Seth was delighted. Camille had accepted that he was sleeping; something he would now use to his advantage. Camille hadn't said anything, which he knew meant one of three things: she is shy and embarrassed to bring the subject to light, she enjoyed it, or both. He was impressed with himself for the impromptu idea of getting her to move so he could hike her dress. "What a MILF this woman is" was all Seth could think, smiling as he fended off the urge to raise his hands and press them against the braless breasts in front of him.

After a couple of minutes Seth let his body go limp, and began breathing more slowly and audibly. Not a snore, but not entirely silent either. Relieved that Seth had dozed back off, Camille uncoiled from the embarrassment she had been feeling since her faux pas. Moments passed and Camille began to feel the same soft, rhythmic caresses on her thigh. Instinctively she tensed for a moment, but soon began to relax and ignore the intrusion as Seth's continued breathing indicated the touches were the innocent, calming movements of an exhausted and sleeping gentleman.

If fact, after a few minutes, she began to welcome the light touches, and within minutes found herself relaxing, leaning back further into Seth's chest, and resting her head on his shoulder while she absorbed the recurring strokes against her bare thighs. Soothing and relaxing, these sweet, soft caresses felt delightful, like the slow, prolonged foreplay that was so frequently missing in her otherwise great sex life. She began to anticipate each stroke, and her skin reciprocated by becoming more sensitive with each subsequent touch causing a familiar, if unplanned, commotion to gather within her midriff. 

Seth continued his slumbering seduction, planting painstakingly soft, slow, light caresses on Camille's thighs being careful not to move too fast. He knew the fish was interested, and a smooth and steady hand would be required to get the fish to bite. It only took a couple minutes more.

Without her realizing it, Camille's body began to betray her. While she outwardly and consciously fought an unwinnable battle to ignore Seth's strokes, her body was on its own path. An unplanned sigh escaped and, unbeknownst to her, those succulent legs of hers relaxed further causing them to fall a bit more open. The shift was imperceptible to her, but not to Seth. The fish had taken the bait; it was time to set the hook.

Suddenly, the caressing stopped. After several seconds Seth's arms raised. His left arm bent across Camille's body, causing his forearm to contact and slightly press against her breasts. His right hand also reached across, on top of his left arm, and began to absentmindedly scratch his off arm, all the while his breathing continued undisturbed in its napping cadence. Camille surprised but unconcerned, sat still so as not to wake her guest. When Seth stopped scratching and his hands lowered, a shot of unease quickly stiffened Camille's body. Seth's hands had dropped and were at rest squarely atop Camille's bare limbs. His fingers lay motionless and lifeless against her warm inner thighs.

"Shit, now what? Do I nudge Seth to wake him? That would embarrass him I'm sure. But he's so close to my pussy...to my bare pussy" she remembered as once again a flood of heat rushed through her face to greet her silent embarrassment. "Maybe I can pick up his forearms and move him hands back where they were." But this had its risks. What if Seth woke up while she was moving his arms? "That, too, would embarrass him. Or worse, what if he thinks I was the one directing his hands?" That could cause a whole slate of problems she didn't want to begin to contemplate. "No, just lie back, shut your eyes, and if he wakes, feign sleep. That will save him and yourself any embarrassment or awkwardness" she decided.

Seth continually monitored his even, but drawn breathing, controlled pulse, muscular relaxation, and other variables - thankful for his prior military intelligence training. He had played possum before, and under much more stressful circumstances. Now his subject – she really wasn't prey after all – was trying to deceive him. To his trained mind her sham sleep was sophomoric. Her pulse was strong and obviously elevated, the muscles in the small of her back were rigid, and her hands were still clasped too tightly together in her lap. With the steady hum of the road vibrating beneath them Seth decided it was time to double down on their game of pretense.

Camille's eyes were shut and she kept trying to talk herself into calm. It wasn't easy. Sitting bareback on an attractive stranger's lap while his large and gentle hands were resting curiously in her warming inner thighs created anything but a restful state of mind for the prim and conservative Camille McKay. Then it happened. A burst of adrenaline shot from her core to her toes as the gentle caresses suddenly began anew. Now, so close to her sex, Seth's fingertips were lightly stroking, teasing, almost tickling her; sending pulses all over her bod. Show implored herself to relax, to keep her eyes shut and her mind clear. But her rapidly dampening pussy was quickly filling any open space in her mind with a host of indulgent ideas.

She remembered David standing behind her, lifting her dress in the warm, moist air of a tropical garden and bending her forward while she reached back with one hand to find his hard, bare cock. He teased it against her butt cheeks, and slid it along the bulbous, yielding lips of her outer folds before she helped direct him into her hot, wet depths. And as David thrust into her that unforgettable evening on St. Thomas he brought his hands forward, around her ass and hips to her inner thighs, pressing into them ever so slightly to coax them wider.

It was so familiar, so realistic, so improbable, but it was happening now as it did then. And though her brain frantically intoned "no", her right leg helplessly fell slightly more open to the tender force of Seth's prodding.

Seth had to fight the urge to smile. He continued to regulate his breathing and pulse, and used such slight pressure that it would have been easy even for someone that was sleeping to resist. Instead, Camille's leg cooperated, falling waywardly toward the door, for all intents and purposes inviting him to explore her fruits. The game was still beginning, but he knew he'd already won.

Eyes closed, absorbing the delicate and delicious strokes, Camille recognized the moist heat between her legs and thought she might have caught the faint waft of her scent. She was flummoxed, unable to process what was real and proper from what seemed so dreamlike, yet delightful. Her mind was speaking to itself, but not understanding a word other than her repeated appeals to block everything out and go on as if nothing had, or was, happening. As the soft coaxing continued nerves were sending alarms throughout her body, but their message was an indecipherable mixture of fear, embarrassment, guilt, arousal, pleasure, and intrigue. It was all so surreal. Her thoughts returned to David behind the wheel, and the security and confidence he gave her. "What could really happen?" she thought. "The stranger – Seth – has had quite the day, and is obviously having a much needed pleasant dream. It feels good, it's innocent. Don't rock the boat, just ignore it and enjoy it all the same" was the best she could do to make sense of it all. They weren't far from town now, so whatever degree of horniness this handsome stranger created in her, she reasoned she could soon put it to good use fucking David.

That rationalization was the license she needed. No longer blocking out the sensations, she invited them in. Instead of fearing Seth's next stroke, her body anticipated it, welcomed it. She was being teased, she knew, and with her lover sitting next to her she came to accept the stranger's hands on her flesh.

The instant Seth felt it he knew his patience had paid off. The rhythmic, careful massage of her inner thighs was melting her. He sniffed her musk, sensed her heat, and without pressure or prodding, in one minute but suggestive movement, Camille's hips arose, and her thighs fell further open to meet Seth's fingertips' next foray. Seth made his fingertips so light that it was as if they were dancing across Camille's skin, floating from point to point with the sensitivity and fluidity of a goose feather. The slow, swirling motion began to move higher, inching farther up Camille's thighs. Camille knew it was close, expected it, wanted it, but when it came it still shocked her, causing an eruption of neurons to fire. She quietly gasped, and her hips reflexively tightened and vaguely bucked as his velvety fingers first grazed the hot, wet, engorged folds of her sex. Instinctively her head dropped further back into Seth, unable to remain still with the first blow of pleasure.

Seth had calculated every part of this game, but when he went to lightly brush her panties, all his fingers found was the soft, hot, slippery skin of Camille's essence. His now wet fingers coupled with her responsive buck and gasp quickly turned his intrigue into arousal, and his cock instantly swelled, pressing against Camille's ass. "I'll be damned, who would have thought a classy babe like this would be going commando" he thought. There would be no turning back now. Seth continued his breezily light fondling of Camille's outer labia; a stroke up the left fold, returning down the right. Then slightly separating his middle and index fingers, he ran them both up and down her lips.

Camille was awash in teasingly pleasant sensations, her horniness now palpable. She wished she could grab something to steady herself, but each hand only had the other for support as they clenched more tightly together. Her breathing, choppy and rapid, was no longer her own and allowed the murmur of a moan to escape when a particularly delicate caress brushed her inner lips and clit. She was so high, so exquisitely teased that her clit was ready to explode. Less had proven more and she knew despite her position, nature, or modest temperament that it would take scarcely more for her body to ignite in orgasm.

The feigned slumber had served them both, but the game – and Seth's cock – had grown to the point of ending the charade. Feeling his cock rigid against Camille's posterior, Seth slowly rotated his hips a touch upward, allowing his firm member's ultra-sensitive skin to move between his slacks and Camille's bare, warm ass as he continued to caress Camille's pussy and clit with a painstakingly soft touch.

Camille almost grunted but thought better of it when she first felt Seth's hard cock slide against her. Seeing stars, her conscious mind was lost, reduced to a trance like dream state as the jolts of pleasure rocked through her with each beautiful assault on her clit. She could sense the heat in her cheeks, and feel the beads of sweat on her face as she involuntarily let her tongue part and rewet her dry lips. She embraced the feel of Seth's cock and her body took over. Without prompting or thought her hips began to pivot, first up and back, then down and forward, allowing her ass to trace Seth's hard rod.

Her clit, hot and engorged, was filling with intensity as the sublime punishment of Seth's stokes continued. Camille's hips increased their pace wanting – needing – to feel that stiff cock between her cheeks. She was grinding herself against Seth as her desiring mind thought of David tying her hands to the hotel's bedpost and impaling her folds with his beloved cock until he would withdraw and climb above her just as his warm seed burst from his cock unto her tits. Seth's fingers were quickening, and her swollen clit was sending pulsing sensations out to every zone of her body. She no longer cared that she was grinding herself against a stranger's cock two feet from her husband. She didn't even recognize that a man to whom she had spoken only a handful of words was touching her, pleasing her, in incalculable ways and that all she desired was that it not stop. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum. Every cell in her body was bursting with electricity, neural connections were scrambling her senses; Camille was so close. An indulgent but soft whimper escaped her lips, begging for release. Her hands freed themselves from each other, and quickly lifted herself up to remove the last hint of bunched fabric between her and her stranger. She set herself down on the raised tip of Seth's cock, only the fabric of his slacks prevented him from entering her. Her hands found her knees and they braced her body while she dry-fucked her delicious stranger.

She was ready; her clit was preparing to explode as she felt the shrouded head of his cock dancing between the now open and soaked folds of her pussy. When she thought this fantastical ride couldn't reach any higher, Seth raised his left hand and rapidly tweaked her right nipple through the thin material of her dress. The areola of her right breast quickly restricted, her already hardened nipple shattered with pleasure sending riveting throbs on a straight line to her pussy. Camille's thoughts went empty; all she saw were waves of colors dancing through her mind as her clit erupted, surging decadent numbness to every organ, electricity to every pour, and her pussy violently and rhythmically contracted as her orgasm washed over her. She tried mightily to stifle her grunts as her torso involuntarily wrenched. Even her hands seemed to twinge as she unwittingly dug her fingers into her knees. Wave after wave came over her shuddering body as the pleasure swelled in her brain. On and on the orgasm rocked her, her head slouched forward as her vagina continued to spasm over Seth's hard cock. After what seemed an eternity the emerging hyper-sensitivity of her clit brought her back to earth as she reached up to tightly grab Seth's hand.

She collapsed into Seth, and under the sound of the Porsche's engine whispered "thank you."

David heard the grunt and quizzically looked at Camille. "Are you Okay?"

The darkness hid her flushed cheeks and glistening brow.

"Yes, just a cramp" was all she could manage.

Camille leaned up again, ostensibly to stretch, and discreetly pulled her dress back under her ass and over her thighs. They were pulling into the hotel, and she wanted to look reasonably composed when she got out of the car. Confusion and confliction would wait; still bathed in arousal, all she could think of was David, and how soon she could get his cock inside her. 

For his part, Seth was impish to the end. Upon Camille's remark to David about her cramp, Seth allowed "you must have endured a most unpleasant ride."

As Camille was exiting the car, she quipped back "oh, I've had better."

Seth was careful upon exiting to use his case to conceal his still hard cock, and the mark of Camille's juices and his pre-cum around it.

Proper thanks were given to David and Camille, and they patiently helped Seth to the concierge so that he could begin to make arrangements. When they finally parted Camille put her arm through David's and whispered in his ear "David, when we get to the room there are to be no words. Listen very carefully; tie me up, blind-fold me and fuck me like you've never fucked me before." David's lips curled into a smile in concert with an appreciable increase in his stride as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.

Seth turned and looked over his shoulder, taking in the delicious sway of Camille's ass, and unnoticeably raised his hand to his face to delight in her scent. The concierge informed him that a tow truck was on its way to retrieve his vehicle, and that the hotel's private car would gladly take him to his hotel. Seth turned back to face the concierge and said "can you arrange for a room here? My plans have changed."




The Unfolding Ch. 01



Seth had discerned many things about Camille and David McKay from this ride. Indeed, his plans were just beginning.



The Unfolding Ch. 02



A narrow ray of light wrestled its way through the closed curtains sending a band of bright warmth up the bedframe and across the rumpled sheets of the king-sized mattress. Camille sensed the warming, comforting glimmer on her right cheek as her head lay atop an oversized, feathery down pillow. She fought off the genial ray's calling despite it interrupting her dream with an unwelcomed reminder of the consciousness that awaited her. Her nostrils flared as she drew in the familiar invitation of freshly brewed dark, Brazilian roast. With her senses beckoning her to the new day, she succumbed to the inevitable and let the remnants of her pleasant dream dissolve from her mind. 

Sated, yet hungry, she opened her eyes knowing what she wouldn't find but surprised at what she did. David had left a note. 

"Good morning, my love. I'm the luckiest husband in the world! You're beautiful and so damn great to make love to. Hope your wrists aren't chafed, lol. It will be hard (pun intended) to work today knowing your naked form is getting rubbed down. Yes, that's right. Enjoy your day just make sure you are back in the room and freshly showered at 3pm for a massage I've scheduled for you. I love you and I'll see you tonight. Sorry again about the call to duty. David." 

David had gotten a call shortly after they returned to their room last night from the head of North American sales. Apparently the chief's "wingman" for today's break-out sessions fell ill, and he needed a last minute substitute to help him with some of the more detailed product questions during the Q&A sessions. Whether David was actually happy about this or not, he was 'only too happy' to lend a hand; when the head of North America Sales asks, one best answer in the affirmative. The call put a mild damper on Camille's evening, but nothing that didn't melt away the moment the teasingly soft silk of David's tie began to wrap and bind her wrists. 

Camille rolled on her back and let out a long sigh as her night with her lover replayed in her mind. Her hand, still holding David's sweet note, rested on her forehead as her other hand felt the empty space beside her. Without David there to paw at her, she saw no better use for this early morning than to allow herself a couple more hours of much appreciated sleep. She rolled back on her side, wrapped one of her arms around an extra pillow and pulled it into her bosom. It was a poor substitute for her David, but something to hold nonetheless. 

A cool, greyish mist enveloped her consciousness as thought opened the gates to dream, as she found herself drifting down a warm, café flavored river in a high-bowed gondola...drifting...drifting... 

THUMP THUMP THUMP! 

Lifting and shaking her head side to side, synapses fired evaporating the fog from her brain. Camille up righted herself and, for reasons attributable only to her previously dazed state, felt a rush of panic shoot through her body by the rap at the door of their room. 

The maid this early? Did David forget something? She shook the remaining cobwebs from her mind and leapt off the bed enroute to the front of the suite. 

"Just a second," she yelled in her gritty, unused voice as she glanced at her naked form before bending over in front of the vanity mirror. As the cool water hit her cheeks from her cupped hands a jolt of reality returned to her. Having made sure there was no remaining sleep in the corners of her eyes she turned to the closet and covered herself with the cushy, terrycloth robe sporting the hotel's emblem over the left breast. 

"Oh, how fucking embarrassing," she thought as her brain processed the distorted image through the peephole as none other than Seth Ducere. 

Opening the door she deliberately clutched at the top of her robe. Unlike yesterday, there would be no dubious beginning to this encounter. 

The door now open, the splendidly handsome Seth Ducere stood before her in a light pink pinpoint oxford Polo and well pressed Khakis supported by perfectly formed moccasins under his sockless feet. 

"Good morning, Camille McKay," Seth cheerfully blurted in a voice with a strength that portended someone who was several hours into his day despite the early hour. 

As she returned his greeting, Seth stood and drank in the beautiful woman with the unsettled hair before him. He noticed her hand clenching her robe preventing any glimpse of the well-formed cleavage he knew hid beneath. Her right leg, exposed through the opening of her robe to just above her knee, didn't escape his gaze either. He needed his concentration now, as the dreamy memories of yesterday poured into his brain. It all came back, just as it had last night as he lie naked on his bed, slowly teasing the rim of his penis, trying fervently not to come in order to prolong the memories playing out in full color before his closed eyes. Her heat, her wetness, her arousal taking over and leading her hips to grind against his hardened cock, trying to fuck him through his trousers; Camille McKay wasn't a girl or a thrill, and certainly not a pending notch on his belt; she was the epitome of a woman. 

"I'm so sorry, obviously I've rousted the two of you from a much deserved sleep," Seth opined. 

"Please, heavens no," Camille responded, "it's just me, David had to leave early this morning for more meetings and I, well, I'm just being a little lazy. Please, come in for a minute," she said as she opened the door wide and retreated into the room, hoping she wasn't too obvious with her emphasis on "for a minute." 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about David having to leave. Poor guy, having to leave a room filled with the likes of you was no doubt quite disappointing," Seth said sincerely as he watched her ass, the ass that was rubbing his cock yesterday, sway against the flared sides of her terrycloth robe. 

Camille politely smiled then turned and spied the bottle in Seth's hands. "It's a little early for a party, isn't it Seth," she chuckled. 

"It's never too early for a party," Seth smiled back, "but in this case any party will have to wait until your groom returns." Then, turning the bottle upright and twisting the label outward he continued with feigned erudition "may I present to my rescuers, with sincere humility and appreciation for their selfless aid, the finest Bordeaux I know, the 1990 Cos d'Estournal." 

Looking straight at Camille he waited for a second and then offered "It is a beautiful, full-bodied wine with concealed flavors that only," he again paused for a moment before continuing, "come alive when given an opportunity to breathe. It is, in a word, irresistible." 

"Oh, seriously, Seth, this is so unnecessary," Camille said, flattered by the largess and pretending not to have registered his metaphor. 

"Not at all. The two of you did me a great service yesterday. In fact, I absolutely insist on taking the two of you to dinner. I'm leaving this morning but I must, and don't say no, hook up with you both in the future and take you out for the best steak in the land." 

"Really Seth, we were happy to help you out. Thank you, but it is so..." 

"Please, don't insult me. I insist," he interrupted. 

She paused, "Well, if you insist," she laughed, "then of course we'd be honored. When did you have in mind?" 

"I'm not entirely sure. I know I'll be on the go for the next couple of weeks but imagine we can work something out after that. Let me have your contact information so I can get in touch with you." He reached in his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. 

Camille smiled and felt herself relax. She admitted to herself she was not sure what to expect when she saw this man outside her door holding a bottle of wine. "Let me grab my phone, it's charging on the vanity." 

Seth turned in a calculated way as he pulled out his phone so that the thumb drive he also had in his pocket effortlessly fell to the floor by the room's desk, outside of Camille's field of vision. 

"Let me have David's number as well as yours, I'd like to send him a text of thanks," he added. 

As they traded information Camille noticed that Seth didn't seem to enter the numbers correctly in his phone and instructed "Seth, that's wrong." 

Seth chuckled and responded "Oh, it's perfectly correct. I tend to passcode everything. If I lose my phone I wouldn't want any of my contacts' information, including yours, to get out." 

"But how can you remember all the passwords?" she asked. 

"Oh, it's simple. For easy things like this I use simple substitutions; trade a letter for a number or vice versa. For example, Camille might become C-4-M-1-L-L-3." 

"I see," she said with a fair amount of respect, if not amazement. "And it's so simple." 

"I started doing it long ago. Anyone with half a brain can decode it, but most people that lift phones tend to steal more than one so they'd rather hack the personal information from the, um, low lying fruit shall we say?" 

"Well, I will keep that in mind, Mr. Ducere," Camille said with an easy grin. 

"Great," Seth said, "But make sure you keep our future dinner in mind as well. Seriously, thank you for yesterday." 

He had chosen that phrase carefully, allowing her to read in whatever she chose. And, rather than risk her reply he continued, "but I've taken far too much of your morning and have a plane to catch." Smiling in that innocent, sincere manner that Seth had mastered over the years he asked again that she relay his thanks to David and then, in what seemed a strange action to Camille, he laid one hand against the mirror over the desk while ostensibly fixing his hair with the other. 

"Sorry, vanity check," he laughed. "I'm heading straight down to a car and wanted to make sure I'm put together before heading out." 

"You're put together just fine," Camille retorted, the regret of her comment filling her even as the last syllable was still escaping her breath. 

"Oh, flattery, flattery" Seth chuckled erasing the momentary tension she felt. He turned and headed towards the door saying "Thanks again, Camille. You and David enjoy an evening with the wine, and I'll get in touch in short order to set up a dinner." 

She followed him to the door and said "thanks Seth, we're looking forward to it." 

With the door open he turned to face Camille one more time, grasped and gently shook both her hands then bid her goodbye. 

After the door retracted, Camille turned and leaned against it letting out a long sigh. She allowed herself a relieved smile and thought "that is one handsome man." 

She quickly texted David to let him know that a great vino awaited him compliments of yesterday's damsel in distress. She knew David wouldn't get the text for a couple hours, but was excited by the prospect of her and David enjoying a romantic evening alone with the Bordeaux. Having inhaled it for the last half hour, she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the desk. 

It was then she noticed the blue thumb drive resting on the floor by the leg of the desk. She didn't recall David having a blue drive, but assumed it was his and worried that he meant to bring it with him this morning. She flipped open her laptop and plugged the drive in, hoping to discern if David had anything on it that he might immediately need. Strangely, all she saw on it was a folder called SAD. She double-clicked and watched as her screen flickered strangely for a couple moments before the folder opened. It was populated with files. Then it dawned on her, the drive was Seth's. 

There were several documents and many photos which she quickly learned were mostly of Seth. Some showed him shirtless. A couple others showed him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Another was a brilliant silhouette of a naked Seth looking out the large window of a high-rise at sunset. Camille sighed again and realized there were tens, perhaps hundreds of pictures. 

She saw a lone folder sitting atop the subdirectory entitled "BstEvr." Curious, she double-clicked, only to be disappointed when the prompt appeared on her screen inviting her to supply a password. Grinning, she thought better of trying to hack in, and pulled the drive out of the computer. She phoned down to the front desk and let them know if Mr. Ducere called looking for a lost drive to inform him that the McKays had it and would return it at their dinner unless he needed it sooner. Then, figuring she had had enough excitement for so early in the morning, she poured herself some of David's thoughtful brew, pulled out her Kindle and returned to bed. 

********** 

Her book, The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield, was riveting. Filled with intrigue and twists, the modern Ghost story was right in Camille's sweet spot. But, after only a handful of pages on this lazy morning she found herself wavering, unable to keep her concentration. She fought through a couple more pages, but eventually gave in and allowed her eyelids to touch her cheeks. She dozed, falling easily into a dream with her lovely David. But it was hard to sustain. The emerging day brought too many distractions: too many voices in the hallway, too much light fighting its way into the room. 

Her body and mind were relaxed, but restless. She found herself trapped on the edge of sleep, drifting off but never away. Time seemed to stop. Vivid thoughts or dreams, she could no longer distinguish, danced through her mind. The more they danced, the more they returned to the heat and pleasure she felt hours before. Increasingly her dreamlike thoughts centered on David and his hot, rigid cock impaling her while she submitted on all fours the previous night. 

She was on her knees, the side of her face resting on a pillow, noticing the soft silk tightly gripping her hands, keeping them immobile, as they rest on the small of her back. She wanted to see her lover, run her hands over his chest, and squeeze his pectorals while flicking his nipples. But she couldn't, her hands were bound and her face was down on that pillow, with her ass and pussy sticking up in the air offering - submitting - themselves to the will of David's cock and the guile of his imagination. She absorbed the varied thrusts of David's assault, his pace constantly changing. Her sopping pussy welcomed each drive. And with each plunge of his delicious rod, her vaginal walls parted with delight. His hands were on the side of her hips, steadying him as he pressed on. His hips smacked against her buttocks, and she could feel her boobs bouncing and swaying beneath her, wishing there were hands to hold and knead them. 

She loved being submissive. Her pleasure, and the anticipation of it, was simply intoxicating. When David took complete control her arousal would immediately accelerate. There is nothing more arousing than being the object of desire - the personal fuck toy - to someone who you know and trust truly loves you, Camille thought. She relished being this man's fuck toy. 

With each subsequent thrust she could feel David's cock lengthening and hardening as he approached his orgasm. She hears the faint, abrupt whimpers, and recognizes the voice as her own as she anticipates his cock exploding deep within her folds. She longs for his cum, waiting to feel the stiff contractions of his release, his juices - the juices made possible by the pleasure her body was supplying him - shooting deep within her, bouncing and lubricating her already slick vaginal walls. He started to groan, she loved it. She reflexively began tightening her pussy around his cock as it pulsed and quivered inside her. "Fill me," she thought. Quickly relaxing then retightening, she made her pussy suck every drop out of him. The rush was unmatched. The pleasure of her vaginal walls being stimulated and massaged by his cock, and the knowledge that those walls were providing him a climax was a delicious combination. 

Camille felt the urges and recognized the provocation. The prospect of sleep was ever less likely as her thoughts continually drew back to David and sex, like a paperclip fighting a magnet. She thought of her sex, and with the hint of a smile guessed at the saturated mixture of her current arousal and David's cum from just a handful of hours ago. She allowed herself to drift in thought while images and sensations were bouncing in and out of her mind she found that at some point, without her awareness, her hands had moved. 

Lying on her side, her right hand was pressed firmly against her warm, damp pussy. Perhaps in some way hoping that applying a little compression would relieve the pressure building within. Her left hand cupped a breast, offering the support, the feel, the presence she wished she felt the night before while her raised buttocks opened herself to the welcomed pounding of David's cock. She only recognized the positions of both of her hands when she inadvertently (or was it?) flicked her finger against a surprisingly stiff nipple. 

Sleep no longer possible, she rolled on her back. With an abundance of time and no commitments for many hours, her hands began to indulge her thoughts. Lying naked and uncovered, her manicured fingers floated down her soft stomach extending their path around the outside of both her hips. Camille raised her knees toward her chest and, spreading her fingers, let their tips slowly rake up the sensitive back of her thighs. The heat from her upper thighs and buttocks brought comfort to her hands against the cool air of their suite. 

The solitude of the room provided her with the personal comfort that is so fleeting at home. David had often implored her to take "me" time, time to explore her body and pleasure zones, and time to find what made her body respond. Altruistic as it was, it was also self-serving. David wanted her help in discovering how he could best pleasure her. Alone and secure in the magnificent bed of this brightening, ornate hotel suite, she lie naked inhaling a mélange of her own sex, David's cum, and dark roasted coffee. All it took was one innocent swipe of her hand across her slit and the instant shiver its warm, slick wetness sent to her brain made Camille relent. Today will, finally, be a "me" day. 

Her horniness guided her as her hands began to explore her body. She imagined herself a tour guide of exploration and discovery. Gently but purposefully squeezing her breasts and pressing them together Camille began to descend into a reality of relaxation and exhilaration. As the unrushed seconds ticked into minutes she began to understand how slow, playful, and at peace this journey could be. So often over the years her masturbations had been little more than a sexual release valve, or a sleep aid to be accomplished as quickly as possible when her horniness or insomnia, respectively, beckoned. 

"Not today," she thought aloud, as she savored the intimate breast massage her hands provided. Her fingernails delicately glazed up and over her stomach, breasts, and areolas delivering a tickle up her spine, and her already alert nipples hardened further birthing goose bumps all around them. She fought the urge to reach for her clitoris, "just hold out a little longer," as she traced her nails down from her neck to her sternum, then outwardly around the underside of each breast. Her arousal was building, but she was committed to basking in it, not yielding to it. 

She rubbed her buttocks, enjoying the dual pleasure of her cheeks being squeezed and of her hand feeling the meaty, rounded flesh. An image flashed through her mind of her knees resting on their bedroom carpet, David standing in front of her, and her lips surrounding David's cock as her hands lifted and pressed David's ass. She massaged her temples and scalp, letting her mind further relax while exciting the complex nerve endings of her mane. Leisurely, she played with her nipples with no ascribed goals or results in mind. Watching them respond and grow hard, Camille was enjoying herself, her self, and her touch. This foreplay of one was enchanting, and she realized that this is what David meant on all those occasions where he implored her to explore and reward herself. She now understood that this voyage was as much about discovery as pleasure, or more appropriately, pleasurable discovery. 




The Unfolding Ch. 02



Finally, naturally and unforced, her hand slowly slid down to her fruit. She anticipated her wetness, but was still surprised by its excess. She ran her wet fingers up and down her labia, occasionally opening her slit and delicately plying her finger against her hot inner lips. Both ticklish and pleasurable, her walls called for more. The ache was building; she let it grow. Her fingertip brushed against the hood of her clit and the ache spilled over into raw desire as a hum of delight shot down her thighs. And she let it build - never giving in to expediency. She wanted to see how far she could take herself, appreciating that the destination, while splendid, need not diminish the journey. She recalled a time when David had blindfolded her and drove her crazy with anticipation for over an hour with nothing more than the soft vane of a long feather. 

Now, for what seemed an age, she teased her sex: changing patterns, altering pressures and strokes, all the while never neglecting or forgetting her breasts. She reveled in her heightened horniness, pleasure, and the authenticity of desire she created within and by herself. With peaceful and slowly building pleasure she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was making love to herself. She was - finally - respecting herself as much as a would be lover. This wasn't about getting off, it was making sure she communicated and delivered as much pleasure as possible to her lover - Camille McKay. This understanding empowered her and validated her. She was worth loving, she was worthy of her own attention. It was this acknowledgement of love, self-love, which allowed her to finally and completely let go: to allow herself to slide into a thrall of simple, yet vivid and intense pleasure. 

She longed for David's pristine cock to thrust deep within her, to feel it fill her, and without hesitation or thought she plunged two fingers into her soaking, sultry pussy. Rarely, if ever, did she do this, but it felt so heavenly, so natural, and so right that the regret of missing David's cock was quickly supplanted by her finger's cadence. 

"Umm," faintly escaped her lips as she began rhythmically driving her fingers inside herself, each thrust deeper than the last. She visualized David's cock, that steely rod encased in its supple skin, its veins protruding when fully erect, and she swirled her fingers as they drove in, simulating David's head spearing her folds. She recalled how his cock's barbed head so delicately brushed her flesh with each withdrawal and, in kind, began curling her fingers and teasing her G-spot each time she retracted. The sensations were so real, so pure. Her sensitive walls expanded, warming and feeling the pressure of fullness with each thrust. She loved being fucked, and her warm fingers took on a life of their own as they explored her inviting contours. Unconsciously her hips began to rise to meet each of her strokes, her one hand now cupped beneath her buttock, helping to keep her outer lips spread open. Her pace was slow, deep, and methodical. It was delicious. 

She continued on with her deliberate regiment of delight. Her breathing quickened, and disguised behind her bliss she could occasionally hear the sound of her purrs. Camille adjusted her left hand to better accommodate the flexing of her hips, and found the tip of her finger resting against the tempting bud of her ass. This, too, reminded her of David; how he'd tastefully and provocatively toy with her ass as her arousal would grow. With each advance of her fingers into her pussy - driving, pumping - her wetness would drip down toward her ass allowing her finger to glide smoothly over her delicate bud. And with each lift of her hips, her bud would rest on and explore the finger beneath it. Camille was driving herself silly with pleasure. She felt the heat, the ticklish buzz of pleasure building and expanding in her middle. Her synapses began discharging at a frenetic pace, her pleasure zones confidently shifting into overdrive. With each insertion she felt a quivering wave of pleasure wash through her core, each ripple heightened by a secondary surge emanating from her now profoundly sensitive and lubricated ass. She was most definitely not a woman speeding through a results-oriented masturbation. She was turned on, hot and wet and slippery and consumed by the pleasure pouring through her. She was being ravished, and she loved it. 

There was something that only David had done, but now in her restless delight she couldn't stop herself. Burying her right hand in her pussy, her left hand middle finger began to circle, tease, and ultimately enter her slick ass. "Oh," she loudly moaned as the first triggers of fullness flooded her brain. Two fingers now in her pussy and one toying just inside the opening of her ass; she felt it to be divine, electrifying, and inviting. She needed to know. She rolled onto her back, effectively forcing her finger to enter her ass up to her first knuckle. It all felt so full, almost distracting, as her other fingers continued to tease her pussy. What ordinarily might be discomfort, in her enraptured state revealed itself as pleasure. After adjusting to the sensation she came to associate it with the feelings of pleasure in her pussy - a pressure and fullness causing tingling against her internal walls. Captivated by the possibilities her digit probed deeper. Her thoughts muddied, she closed her eyes and began to move her hands. Slowly at first, and then as her anal walls relaxed and conformed around her digit, she picked up her pace as the last remnants of her previous perceptions dissolved into delight. 

As if owning two pussies, each was being assaulted in the most gratifying of ways. She fucked herself hard, curling and playing with her G-spot, letting her core begin to yearn and tremble as her fingertips raced over her spongy, engorged roof. Her confidence and arousal up, she began to more quickly and roundly wiggle her index finger inside her ass - confusing the synapses - as her other fingers drove hard in and out of her pussy. With every undulating fold that her fingers careen over, a new wave of pleasure extends through her body. Her core rocks from the thrust against her G-spot, and that intense pleasure is blanketed over by a new delight - the warm, dull groundswell rippling outward from her ass. 

Mesmerized and lost the warmth of her pleasure expands through her body. Her mind leaves her, as if looking down on her surrendered form as her pleasure zones melt and merge into a single, blissful orb burning within her core. She begins moving her single finger against the roof of her anus while the dual digits of her right hand explore the bottom of her pussy, effectively letting the two hands meet within. Pleasure bursts through her, the skin of her whole midsection feels consumed by a hot, sizzling buzz, and she hears herself audibly grunting as she drives her hips, not only up and down but also side to side, guiding and directing her pussy and ass to further fuck her fingers. 

It's intoxicating and blurring, almost surreal. The fullness and completeness of the pleasure she feels throughout her foundation begins to explode. Involuntarily, her thighs are shivering, creating and adding a vibration to the already exquisite pleasures consuming her. Exploration be damned, she can't stop - it's too addicting and its returns too complete. 

Her whole body feels like shaking, her whole being singularly focused on the next wave of pleasures her pussy and ass will simultaneously trigger and, for the first time in her life, she realizes the real, true appeal of double penetration. Floating in her bliss, she is called and urged towards the rushing falls of orgasm. Exulted, fucking herself in both holes, hearing the slapping pop of wetness each time her hand drives against her labia. David has been in her mind all along, the visage of his expert rhythm and firm cock delighting her just as it did as she lay prone the night before. 

But her thoughts drift, morph, and she's too lost in her desire to make sense of them now. Inebriated with want, and confused by arousal, Camille feels Seth's cock pressing against her ass as it did during last night's drive. She can feel it growing as it had under the subtle vibrations of the road below. 

In her mind's eye she can picture it, slightly larger and thicker than David's. Surprised and momentarily ashamed at her thought, her swarming desire quickly overtakes her as she suddenly imagines Seth's cock boring deep within her, stretching her swelling walls in a way that David's could not. She writhes as she is consumed with the heat in her core beginning to rupture and overflow as Seth's envisioned cock repeatedly pierces her womanhood. 

Far away from consciousness, drifting in her trance of bliss, she begins to also feel David's familiar tongue knotted with her own as he lies beneath her, his hands holding and compressing her breasts, his cock pressing and intruding upon her ass. Entwined in this convoluted cocktail of wanton arousal, in the precipice of her emerging orgasm, David's comforting, loving presence is joined by the feel of Seth's cock powering into her. She wants that cock. She wants that wide, firm, warm cock that she felt growing and teasing her pussy yesterday. It moves her, it spills her arousal. She feels it thundering within her. She wants it to burst within her so she can feel its wonderful, rippling contractions pulsing against the walls of her swollen, drenched pussy. 

The feeling is unequaled - so arousing. Her body is rolling from side to side, like a ship in beam seas, her hips acting as waves, undulating in the rhythm of her indulgence to meet her probing hands. If feels so good. Awash with unabashed desire, enthralled in pleasure, she grinds faster and harder against her hands. She's losing it now, her thoughts only dreamlike, her arousal at a level she can't fairly compare. 

Her skin burns against the air. Her toes are hot against the footboard; she accepts the heat at her core. Like an electric blanket over her belly, the vibrating heat of pleasure has reached a level she can no longer bear. Her fingers relentlessly and vigorously continue to fuck her pussy and ass. She feels David beneath her, holding her and kneading her tits while plowing into her ass. She sees Seth above her, driving hard into her pussy. She feels their cocks meet within her, plunging in and out like pistons, forcing pleasure to shoot through and out of her in every direction. All it takes now is a couple seemingly innocuous brushes of her thumb against her clit and Camille explodes. 

The warmth and tingles wash over her - the whole of her. She repeatedly convulses in pleasure. Her mouth agape, her eyes rolled back, she involuntarily arches her back allowing her fingers their deepest yet penetration into her depths. She crunches forward as the fast, pulsing contractions overwhelm her. Whimpering loudly, she feels her internal walls riveting and pressing hard against her fingers. Her orgasm still builds, becoming stronger, as she feels the pulse of her anus twitching rapidly against the finger within. It rushes over her, still building, her moans and whimpers giving no end to the pleasure emanating from her core. Her thoughts are lost; blank and empty. 

Only pleasure now. Pleasure pouring out from her pussy and clit and extending over her diaphragm and into her arms. The intensified hyper-tingling of nerve endings spills down her thighs, seemingly directly out of her ass, through the back of her knees to her curled toes. She no longer understands what's happening to her - she only knows it's the deepest pleasure she has ever felt. A fleeting thought of fear races through her as she wonders how much of this beautiful, neural chaos her body can take. The thought is only a flicker, as she moans once more hoping this ecstasy never ends. 

Her mind goes black, Camille's arms, hands, and legs go limp. Her body is left to quiver and absorb the titillating explosion of fiery numbness engulfing its entirety. Literally shaking, she can almost feel her juices pouring out onto her hand. Finally, as if taking pity on her and preventing her losing consciousness, she senses the apex and the subsequent slow, waning contractions that lead her back to awareness. 

Camille lay motionless, feeling hot and sweaty despite the room's cool air. Her breathing is still hard, her body still periodically quaking. Depleted and spent, her mind is awakened to the realization that she has provided herself an experience and a pleasure that is completely new - a full body orgasm. Reflexively, when she feels sure the involuntary quivers have safely departed, she removes her hand from her doused pussy and, for reasons she won't contemplate until later in the day, surrounds the digits with her lips tasting her pleasure. 

Exhausted, she rolled back on her side. Her pussy is still soaked, having produced more wetness than she can ever recall. Naked and confused, her brain begins to piece together the delights it experienced and the thoughts that accompanied them. Why? What drove those flickering thoughts throughout her masturbation? Moreover, she thought, were those bewildering, wondrous, and thunderous sensations that she created within herself real? She only need trace her eyes over her motionless, consumed body for her answer. 

Exhausted as she was, and as sexually sated as she should have been, Camille knew only one thing for certain: she was hornier now than she had ever been. Looking down across her breasts, and seeing the residual wetness still glistening on her inner thigh, Camille drew in a deep breath. After a long, slow exhale the questions vanished. All that remained was serenity. She raised a sheet and cupped a breast for security. Within moments, two hours of peaceful sleep found her.



The Unfolding Ch. 03



This is the third entry in a long series. I would recommend reading the previous two chapters first to gain a better understanding of the characters in the story, though that is not required to enjoy this piece. While erotic, this chapter does not contain in depth descriptions of sex. This chapter is used to further construct the main plot of the overall series, and lays an important foundation for what is to come. I placed it in Mind Control because there is some general hypnosis in it, though it is not rooted in that category, per se. Please rate more on the writing, concept, and style and less on the sex since it is intentionally not the main component of this chapter. Enjoy. 

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Lounging in bed as the morning begins to wane, insincere recitations of the babbling cable news anchors leaking through the TV speakers, Camille's thoughts are still blank. Lucidity periodically invades, but without fail quickly fades. She tries to read but is constantly interrupted by the soft feel of her fingers tracing down her side, lightly running up her thigh, or circling the areola of her breast. A mess of delightful, wanton horniness, she wishes it was evening so her beloved David would be here, with her, in her. She breathes deep and imagines them enjoying a dark, quiet dinner in their room, and by dessert David would command her to remove her skirt, leaving Camille to enjoy her carrot cake wearing only her semi-sheer blouse, and the silky black panties, garter & stockings David bought her on their anniversary the year before. While sharing a bottle of wine David would move behind her, enveloping her in his arms while his warm hand slides into her blouse. Moving around her, she notices her blouse loosening, eventually falling to the floor, while his head draws slowly down her chest and belly until his soft tongue meets the puffy tissues of her silky, panty-clad sex. She sighs, placing her palms to her cheeks, and realizes she needs some normalcy or she'll never make it until evening. Resigned to her wait, she endeavors to dress and go downstairs to the restaurant for an early lunch. 

The salad reminded her. Not the crispy, fresh spinach or the raspberry vinaigrette, but the name of the salad itself: The Roadway. It was listed as one of the house specialties on both the main and daily specials menus. Staring out the floor to ceiling windows of the restaurant, overlooking the forested grounds of the resort, what was tumbling through her head was the name. She remembered that the flash drive she popped in her laptop that morning had a folder called "Roadway." At the time it seemed random and its name too innocuous to draw her attention away from the provocative photos of Seth she viewed, but now she put two and two together and for reasons she didn't understand became both excited and fearful of the files that folder might contain. After summoning the waiter, she signed her bill, picked up her glass and its accompanying bottle of Chardonnay, and returned to the elevator bank in the lobby. She couldn't help but notice the large RC embossed on the brass elevator doors while waiting for its arrival, and as she stepped inside and pressed the button for her floor a pensive smile crept onto her countenance. The doors shut and the elevator lurched upward towards her suite on the top floor of the Roadway Club Resort. 

Camille jerked in surprise at the sound of her suite's door closing behind her, snapping the trance she slipped into since leaving the restaurant. Out of nervousness her eyes swept the room from left to right, verifying what she already knew - she was alone. 

Striding over to her bag she bends to her knees, letting her hands rummage through her remaining unpacked items until her fingers grasp the flash drive she had tossed in there earlier that morning. Camille walks over to the desk by the bed and inserts the drive into an open USB port on her laptop. When prompted, she clicks "View Folder" and sits down at the desk as the drive's file directory fills her screen. Scanning quickly, near the top of the page, she finds her target - a yellow folder icon named "Roadway." 

Without hesitation she double-clicks the folder to reveal a single file inside titled "chat." Camille pauses, a sudden wave of unease washing over her. She slides the chair back from the desk, rises, and walks over the window as her mind is suddenly racing. Her pulse quickens and her conscience starts to wage a fierce battle against her voyeuristic instincts. Looking blankly out the window her head bows; she knows she's defeated. Curiosity wins - it always does with her. The rationalizations flood through her, the one most effective in assuaging her conscience is that this would be a safe way to get to know this mysterious man a little more before she and David go out to dinner with him. 

For all she knows, she reasoned, he might be a wanted criminal. And, especially because of how easily she let her guard down yesterday, she wants to know more about this man so that 'yesterday' never happens again. Seth is charming and handsome, but also an unknown, and she'll be damned if she'd allow Seth closer to David. Her imagination revving up, she thinks of Seth manipulating her beloved David into caving on a fictitious business deal and jeopardizing all that David has worked so hard for. No, she better get a healthier understanding of this man before allowing him any closer to David. 

She pauses. Maybe she was just upset with Seth, probably more with herself, for how easily her desires and her dress yielded yesterday. No, she realized, it was more than that. She knew so little about this man - this man that less than a day ago had his brick hard penis pressing between her buttocks, this man that without her even resisting was able to finger her fruit and titillate her to an incredible orgasm. She needed some understanding. 

Besides, she allowed, if what is in the file is too personal she will just turn it off. She took a deep breath, arched her back allowing her breasts to press and form against the front of her blouse, exhaled and returned to the desk to continue what she had resolved to do since eating her salad in the restaurant. 

Camille's index finger rapidly double-twitched against the portable mouse button until she saw her screen blink and the border of her video player begin to appear. She froze in anticipation, unable even to remove her finger from the mouse as she waited for the video to load. As it began her hands involuntarily dropped to her knees, her body leaned forward, and her attention piqued as the image populated the screen. 

There was Seth, seated at the desk in his hotel room - just as she was now - wearing nothing but a robe that was indistinguishable from the one she donned this morning when he knocked on her door. His hair was wet and out of place, his cheeks reasonably flushed after a warm shower. His head was slightly bowed as he dabbed his face with a hand towel. When he looked up to face the webcam, peering directly at Camille, he said "oh, good, you're there." 

Panic raced through Camille; was Seth talking to her? 

She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard "I appreciate you being flexible and pushing back our appointment, but I had a most extraordinary day." 

"Yes, you said you were unavoidably detained. Extraordinary in a good, bad, or simply odd way might I ask?" said a sultry, yet professional female voice across the ether. 

A half chuckle followed by "all of the above" was all Seth could say. 

"Well," the voice began, "with it being later than usual I have no other appointments, so we have some extra time. Why don't you fill me in, give me the broad strokes." 

Allowing himself a long exhale, and then rubbing the hand towel through his mane once more, Seth began "Well, I made a boatload of money in the morning, wrecked a car in the late afternoon, and had what I can only describe as an out of body erotic experience in the evening. All in all, a pretty extraordinary day." 

"Why so?" the sultry, but now clinical voice asked. 

"What do you mean 'why so'? That doesn't sound like an extraordinary day to you?" Seth asked. 

"Hmm, I'm not so sure when it comes to you Mr. Ducere. It's not the first day you've made a large sum of money. Hardly. And, regrettably, it is also not the first time you've destroyed a very expensive piece of property - yours or otherwise. Lastly, my dear Seth," as all hints of professionalism temporarily disappeared from the voice, leaving only the most wickedly, sultry utterance Camille had ever heard, "you and 'erotic experiences' aren't exactly strangers." 

Camille quivered. A jolt of nerves ripped through her mind, pupils dilating, and her fingers suddenly began fidgeting with each other. An all too familiar tickling in her pit of her stomach proved her interest. Eyes wide, and with her mouth involuntarily agape, Camille grabbed both sides of her chair with her suddenly clammy hands, and pressed her legs against the carpet to move a little bit closer to her screen. 

"This was beyond extraordinary" Seth said. 

The voice replied "Seth, it's your story darling, but tell me...is this more something I want to hear, or you want to tell?" 

A hearty laugh was followed by "Well, I want - no, I need - to tell this to someone, but you will definitely be wet and squirming in your chair once I tell you. That is, if you want to hear..." Seth teased, knowing the voice on the other end would take the bait. 

"I have no time for your nonsense. Give me the short version and let's move on" the suddenly very clinical and professional voice replied. 

"OK, well, the accident is actually what started it." Seth described how he lost control of the car and then continued. "I was out on what is basically a deserted road, alone, with a wrecked car and facing a several hour walk when this couple came upon my car and stopped to help. I was pissed off at myself, and wholly relieved at the prospect of getting a ride. Seriously, anything sexual was the farthest thing from my mind. But this woman, Camille..." 

Camille's defenses weakened like a school girl, and she suddenly became even more alert, subconsciously rubbing her hands against her thighs wiping the imagined sweat from her palms. 

"...she greeted me completely unaware that her boob was hanging outside of her evening dress. And it was just a perfect, perfect breast. But, what really triggered something in me was her reaction. When she realized that her tit was exposed, she was embarrassed, but not entirely. Her face, beyond the obvious awkwardness, hinted at something, hid something...something much closer to nervousness...energy with a very sexual vibe. All I could think while meeting her husband is that she must have been turned on before they stopped because that momentary, split second glance just oozed sexuality." 

Camille couldn't believe her ears. Was she that easily read? She must have; she was wet and well on her way to an orgasm prior to their stopping at the accident scene. Hearing Seth tell the story, and realizing he knew of her horniness began to further stoke the budding feeling between her legs. Part of her was embarrassed hearing someone she just met speak to someone she couldn't even see about her sexuality, arousal, and boob! But, for another part of Camille, this was only adding to her growing wetness. There was something innocently flattering hearing this gorgeous man describe her in such glowing, sincere terms. And there was a certain spice, a hint of exhibitionism perhaps, in knowing her adventure of yesterday was being told to someone whom she didn't know and would never meet. 

"And you're sure of this? You are sure that this woman...what was her name again?" the professional asked. 

"Camille." 

"Of course, you're sure this Camille was aroused?" 

"Well, if I wasn't then I certainly was after what transpired in the car." 

Camille heard what sounded like tapping at a keyboard and then the woman sighed and said, "OK, you got me. What happened?" 

"Hmm, it started innocent enough" Seth said. 

He proceeded to explain how the ride started, and he shocked Camille when he revealed that he had a sense about something from the moment he placed his briefcase in an upright position on the center console, effectively and intentionally blocking the view of David. 

"You dirty bastard" Camille whispered to herself. But it was said with more wonder than anger. 

Camille was still mulling the possibility of her triggering the events of yesterday by some ethereal vibe when Seth brought things to a much more palpable reality. There was another tell, Seth allowed. Within a minute or two of Camille getting situated on Seth's lap, Seth could sense, feel, and smell the heat between her legs. Seth explained how he was captivated by his steamy stranger, and how he had to employ some mental gymnastics prevent what would have been an embarrassing and unexplained hard-on. 

Camille was fascinated as Seth began to relive yesterday's encounter in full, complete with details of how he feigned sleep so as to cloak his touch of Camille's skin. 

"I was like an awkward teenager all over again" Seth recalled. "She was so beautiful, her scent so intoxicating, her heat so divine that I simply could not control myself. The hum of the engine and the road beneath the tires made her ass, oh such a gorgeous ass, vibrate against my cock from the first moments of the drive. I couldn't help myself. So," Seth chuckled, "I did what any inexperienced, klutzy nineteen year-old would do. I pretended I was asleep, and while 'napping' I began to run my finger lightly on her wondrously soft and warm thigh." 

Recalling yesterday's car ride was arousing enough, hearing it told in intricate detail from the point of view of Seth, and hearing how she - Camille - was the source for this elegant man's desire and arousal was poignant. To top it off, as if she needed any more confirmation, the professional voice on the other end now seemed deeper and quickened as it asked Seth to continue. Camille unknowingly moved one of her hands between her legs, pressing it tightly in her haunch to release some of the building pressure within her loins. 

Seth continued on in descriptive detail about yesterday's encounter, and Camille was resigned to slowly and involuntarily rock her pelvis against her firmly planted hand as his story continued. As Camille's ears heard Seth's third-person portrayal of her actions - and reactions - her eyes noticed a subtle change in Seth's robe. She could clearly see that Seth's cock was hardening under his robe, and she rocked ever so slightly faster with anticipation that this cock that she had felt but had not seen might soon unveil itself. 

Camille turned her hand slightly, allowing the knuckle of her thumb to jot out a bit. This provided a more defined ridge for her clit to rub against as she continued to rock her body against her hand. 

Just as Seth was recalling the culmination of their journey, explaining how Camille's wet, steamy labia opened and folded around his hardened cock as he fingered her clit, the voice on the other end injected in a distinctly authoritative and clinical tone "Enough!" 

Shocked, Camille immediately came to, realizing she had been humping her hand the way a school girl would hump her pillow. Her face was flushed, but she, too, was drawn to attention by the commanding sound of the voice. 

"That is enough frivolity for today. Let's move on to something much more meaningful, shall we?" 

Camille found herself absentmindedly nodding as she saw Seth do the same. 

"Darling, I want you to watch this short video, and pay very close attention to the words you see and hear. You will do that for me, yes?" 

After Seth agreed, the video call changed. As Camille watched, her player was now a darkened grey, with the shot of Seth in his chair occupying just a small rectangle in the lower, right-hand corner of her screen. Some spa music began to play, and the background seemed to become disjointed before Camille realized an image was slowly coming into focus. Some bouncing light balls appeared on the screen, moving repeatedly in a fixed pattern. Then words began to appear and disappear, forming a one directional dialogue. 

IT'S TIME TO RELAX 

JUST TAKE SLOW, DEEP BREATHS AND WATCH THE BALLS 

WATCH THEM AS THEY MOVE 

SO EFFORTLESSLY 

THAT'S RIGHT 

JUST BREATH DEEP, AND RELAX 

GOOD 

AND AGAIN 

IN 

...AND 

OUT 

AHHHH 

THAT'S PERFECT 

JUST BREATH AND RELAX 

WATCH THE BALLS 

JUST CONTINUE RELAXING AND KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE MOVEMENT OF THE BALLS 

WATCHING THEM MOVE IS RELAXING 

SO RELAXING THAT AT SOME POINT YOUR EYES MIGHT START FEELING HEAVY 

IF AT ANY POINT YOUR EYES FEEL SO VERY HEAVY 

JUST RELAX FURTHER 

AND SHUT THEM 

NO WORRIES, EMPTY YOUR MIND 

JUST A RELAXED, EMPTY MIND WATCHING THE LIGHT BALLS MOVE ABOUT 

SOOOOO RELAXING 

SOOOOO HEAVY 

Camille was paying attention to the balls, but also saw that Seth's eyes were starting to droop. She continued watching as the mysterious woman's voice patiently continued giving instructions to relax and breathe. After a couple more minutes Seth's eyes were shut, his chin bowed, and Camille noticed the heaviness of her own eyelids. But, she continued watching the balls. 

THAT'S GOOD 

AS THE BALLS MOVE LET THEIR MOVEMENT ERASE ALL WORRIES, ALL THOUGHTS 

JUST RELAX 

EMPTY YOUR MIND 

SO EMPTY 

SO RELAXED 

SO OPEN 

THAT'S RIGHT 

SO OPEN AND RELAXED AND PEACEFUL 

JUST YOU AND THE BALLS 

AND MY VOICE 

SO PEACEFUL, OPEN, AND RELAXED 

JUST SLEEPILY WATCHING THE BALLS 

EYES SO HEAVY 

SO HEAVY YOU CAN'T WAIT TO CLOSE THEM 

BUT YOU CAN CLOSE THEM, WHENEVER YOU WANT 

ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS RELAX 

YOU JUST WANT TO RELAX AND HEAR MY SOOTHING WORDS 

FROM MY SOOTHING VOICE 

SO OPEN TO THE WORDS FROM MY SOOTHING VOICE 

SO RELAXED 

THE RELAXATION WASHES OVER YOU 

YOUR ARMS SO HEAVY HEARING MY RELAXING WORDS 

SO SLEEPY 

JUST NICE, DEEP BREATHS 

THAT'S RIGHT 

JUST RELAX 

YOU LOVE RELAXING TO MY VOICE 

YOUR EMPTY MIND RECEIVING MY WORDS 

OPEN TO MY WORDS 

EAGER TO LISTEN 

SO RELAXING 

SO PEACEFUL 

SO PLEASURABLE 

JUST LISTENING TO MY WORDS 

DOING AS I SUGGEST MAKES YOU EVEN MORE RELAXED 

MORE CONTENTMENT 

DOING AS I SAY 

BREATHE DEEP 

AND EXHALE 

SO NICE, ISN'T IT 

IT'S SO PLEASANT TO FOLLOW MY SUGGESTIONS 

LISTENING TO MY VOICE 

CLEARING YOUR MIND, SO RELAXED, TO HEAR MY SOOTHING VOICE 

TO FOLLOW MY SUGGESTIONS 

YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO MY VOICE, MY SUGGESTIONS 

MY VOICE MAKES YOU FEEL SO GOOD, SO PEACEFUL 

THERE IS SO MUCH PLEASURE TO FEEL, JUST LISTEN TO MY INSTRUCTIONS 

OBEY MY VOICE 

GOOD 

JUST SLEEP 

SLEEP DEEPER...AND LISTEN 

Camille's eyes - and Seth's - were long shut. She sat in her chair in complete peace, listening to the spa music in the background and this mysterious woman's voice. Her mind was completely open, awaiting each new word as her lithe body slumped motionless in her chair. 

LISTEN TO MY VOICE 

YOU LOVE LISTENING TO MY VOICE 

JUST THE SOUND OF MY VOICE GIVES YOU A PEACEFUL, PLEASURABLE FEELING 

FEEL THE PEACE AND PLEASURE NOW 

FEEL IT THROUGH YOUR ARMS, SO RELAXED, SO HEAVY 

FEEL IT IN YOUR LEGS, WASHING THROUGH 

YOUR TOES, SO RELAXED 

IT'S NICE, ISN'T IT? 

ANOTHER DEEP BREATH NOW, AND WHEN YOU EXHALE... 

FEEL THE PEACE 

FEEL THE TINGLES OF PLEASURE DANCE THROUGH YOUR ENTIRE BODY 

VERY NICE 

JUST MY VOICE, MY INSTRUCTIONS, AND YOUR PEACEFUL PLEASURE 

IN A FEW MOMENTS I'M GOING TO PUT AN IMAGE ON THE SCREEN 

NOT NOW, BUT SOON I WILL TELL YOU TO OPEN YOU EYES AND LOOK AT THE IMAGE 

YOU WILL REMAIN IN THIS PEACEFUL, PLEASANT TRANCE, AND... 




The Unfolding Ch. 03



YOU WILL REMAIN COMPLETELY OBIDIENT TO MY WORDS 

AND WHEN I SAY THE WORD "SLEEP" YOU WILL AGAIN SHUT YOUR EYES... 

AND RELAX EVEN MORE DEEPLY THAN YOU ARE NOW 

WHEN I INSTRUCT YOU, YOU'LL OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AT THE PICTURE 

YOU WILL LOOK AT THE PICTURE AND LISTEN TO MY WORDS 

AND WHEN I SAY "SLEEP" YOUR EYES WILL AGAIN CLOSE 

YOUR EYES WILL CLOSE AND YOU'LL GO 10 TIMES DEEPER THAN YOU ARE NOW 

FEELING 10 TIMES MORE RELAXATION 

10 TIMES MORE PLEASURE 

10 TIMES MORE PEACE 

VERY SOON I'M GOING TO TELL YOU TO OPEN YOUR EYES 

AND WHEN YOU DO YOU WILL LOOK AT THE PICTURE ON YOUR SCREEN 

YOU WILL LOOK AT THE PICTURE AND LISTEN TO MY WORDS 

YOU WILL WANT TO HEAR MY WORDS AND LISTEN TO MY SUGGESTIONS 

AND WHILE LOOKING AT THE IMAGE AND LISTENING 

TO MY WORDS 

YOU WILL HEAR ME SAY "SLEEP" 

AND YOU WILL CLOSE YOUR EYES AND GO INTO A TRANCE 10 TIMES DEEPER 

YOU WILL BE SO DEEP, 10 TIMES MORE RELAXED THAN YOU ARE NOW 

OKAY, WHEN I COUNT TO THREE OPEN YOUR EYES 

OPEN YOUR EYES BUT REMAIN IN TRANCE, LISTENING TO MY WORDS 

ONE 

TWO 

THREE, OPEN YOUR EYES 

Camille opened her eyes and quickly registered the familiar image on her screen. The woman began speaking again. She commanded that whenever her voice was heard, or whenever this object was seen, it would be accompanied by a sense of confidence, uninhibitedness, and an immense sense of arousal. Camille listened as the woman explained, ostensibly to Seth, that these feeling will be embraced, not fought. Lastly, the woman instructed that when her voice was heard, that all her commands were to be obeyed. "Now, SLEEP" the woman directed and both Camille's and Seth's eyes and chins dropped. 

The woman reiterated the commands, and added a couple more, along with a command to not remember - ever - anything about the file played during their session today. However, she explained that this session was recorded and named "chat," and that there will be an intense desire to re-watch this session every day. 

Camille opened her eyes. She felt great - thoroughly alert, and alive. She wondered if she had dozed off, but felt too awake to be coming out of a sleep. She remembered the computer, and hearing Seth recount their exploits yesterday, but that was all. She glanced at the screen and abruptly a surge of arousal rushed through her. She didn't know if it was reliving yesterday's events, or the constant state of horniness that seemed to be with her all day, but that recognizable buzz began radiating her inner thighs again. Her screen suddenly switched, and she once more saw Seth. 

Seth was seated in his chair, staring at his screen. Camille looked at this attractive man staring directly at her, and just as she lifted her arm toward the mouse to click off the video, she noticed Seth's robe begin to reshape. Her hand immediately stopped, and she peered in as she saw Seth's legs begin to spread gracefully, exposing the flesh of his inner thighs. His stare was blank as his hands lifted to untie the terrycloth strap of the robe. As he opened his robe Camille was in awe as his fit chest, firm abs, and growing cock were revealed. She sat in wonderment as Seth reached a hand between his legs, cupped and lifted his cock and balls. A moment later, his hand surrounded his member and began slowly stroking it. It was a magnificent cock. Camille watched as it continued to harden, confirming what she imagined yesterday, that Seth was bigger than David. She calculated that Seth was somewhere between 7" and 8". 

As Seth began more purposefully working his cock, Camille was lost in her arousal. She knew her mouth was dry, but she was too mesmerized by Seth pleasuring his cock - masturbating right in front of her - to have any other sense of her surroundings. As his pace accelerated, clearly nearing his climax, Camille began to feel one of her own approaching. Seth's face contorted, and his hand stroked furiously as cum began to shoot from his cock. His release, and the sound of his cum slapping and squeezing between his beautiful cock and his piston-like hand sent Camille over the cusp. She writhed and involuntarily buckled at the waist several times in succession as her abdominal muscles continuously contracted, acting as a repeater to send the tingling overflow of orgasm throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back, and she sat motionless riding the pleasure, absorbing the startling aftershocks as her orgasm slowly subsided. 

She looked back at the screen hoping to watch Seth's cock retract back to flaccidity, but the video had ended. It was then that she looked down at herself and noticed. Her blouse was terribly awry, possibly torn, and her left hand had her right breast tightly cupped. Her skirt was raised, panties pushed to the side, and two fingers of her right hand were buried deep in her pussy, her thumb against her clit. Without thinking she retracted her hand and brought her fingers up to inhale her scent. Her mouth then surrounded her two fingers, and as she pulled them out she delighted in the taste of her juices. A deep sigh followed, and then she noticed the time in the bottom corner of her laptop. Quickly, she did a mundane google image search, and for reasons she did not know or even contemplate, changed the wallpaper on her computer. With that she lifted her disheveled self up from the chair and walked to the shower. She had only an hour before the massage David had arranged for her. 

In another hotel, in an equally attractive suite, Seth Ducere sat on his bed next to his laptop. With a handful of open file folders filling his bed he picked up his cell phone, put in a voice encryption code, and dialed a number. After several rings the lines connected, Seth uttered two innocuous words, "it's done," before ending the call and dropping the phone onto the bed.