2 comments/ 44171 views/ 3 favorites Dutch Treat Ch. 01 By: ProfessorR Copyright 2002 by ProfessorR. All rights reserved. For comments, e-mail at the link below. All names, and most of the detail in this story is fictitious. If I've accidentally used your name, my apologies. Part 1: "This article says that hypnotists who achieve what look like quick results have sometimes "seeded" their subjects with the ideas that they want to get across... brought these themes up before the trance, in other words." My lover, Sophia, was flipping through a magazine at her work desk in our rooms at the Oxford Hotel. I crawled out from under the desk, where I had been trying to connect a computer cable. On the way up, I pushed her robe aside and "accidentally" ran my hand over her thigh. "For example," she deadpanned and continued reading, "introducing sexual themes as passing comments in the humor portion of a show, then finding a conservative subject who responds to that theme in a colorful or ribald manner under a trance. Or another example, the hypnotist refers to something that everyone knows and accepts, that the aroma of certain flowers will evoke particular reactions, but doesn't say what those are. When the hypnotist has the subject in a trance, then it's easy to insert the desired reaction." She straightened her robe, re-covering her knees. "Does that seem possible?" We were in for a serious discussion. It was not just possible, I had to admit. I had enjoyed the benefits of that approach. And with the right seeding, the subject might be eager for the fulfilling trance session. "Do you remember that I receive a card every spring from Doctor Dominique T_________ in Leyden?" I tried to say that in a matter-of-fact way, but wondered if Sophia noticed me straightening my legs out as I rose-- to make room for my swelling penis. This was a story that contained many sexual images. "Yes?" Sophia agreed and wanted to know more, all at the same time. "I remember it from last year. It was a flowery sort of seasonal card. It mentioned that she had another student assistant for the coming year." "That might not seem like news, but there's something special about the duties of her assistant. Do you want me to tell you a story?" "Of course, if it has a big ending... for me!" Sophia looked down demurely and then looked up at me with a wink. I grabbed the other chair and sat down opposite her. "We know how horny you get when I tell stories. Once upon a time...." I parodied. "You can skip that part. I've heard it before." She pulled her robe open, just a bit. My eyes slid inexorably down to her generous endowment. "Will this encourage you to get to the point?" I cleared my throat and shifted in the chair. I was feeling pleasantly uncomfortable again with the memories. "You remember about my European sabbatical back in '92?" "I recall that you referred to it a couple of times." Sophia thought for a moment. I liked the way that she pursed her lips. "Oh! She's the expert on Southeast Asian culture who helped you debunk the "Malay faith healer." "Yes. Nothing about him was true, except for his fees. He wasn't Malay, he exploited the faith of his clients and they weren't healed. He was an effective hypnotist, though." "And he was working in Holland, yes?" "A friend of mine who remembered some of my papers invited me over there to look into this. She introduced me to Dominique." "Isn't that more a French name?" "There's actually been quite a French influence on the Netherlands through the years, but I think that her mother had just liked a certain French film star. Anyway, it seemed to fit." Sophia raised an eyebrow. "Now you really have some possibilities with this story. How do you know that her name fit, eh? I never thought of you as the BDSM sort." "We never had sex." "Really? That's a letdown." We laughed at her inadvertent pun. "We never had sex with each other, that is." "You are avoiding my question. How do you know this? And what does it have to do with my question about seeding." Sophia teasingly pulled her robe tighter. I began to unfold the story. ======================= Dominique and I got to know each other well during our investigation. Her knowledge of her discipline, Southeast Asian studies, was invaluable. She was just a couple of years older than me, and so we had a lot in common to discuss. I was still learning about differences in their education system versus ours. One of the differences was that it was even more difficult for a woman to become a professor in some fields there than it is in the U.S. Dominique had plunged into her work, sacrificing chances for long term romantic relationships. Her love life was with her books and her passion was for her academic life. With most of her energy thrown into her career, she pushed ahead. She did take care of herself-- I had expected someone less attractive and out of shape. Swimming is popular in the Netherlands, for pretty obvious reasons, and Dominique was a mermaid in the water. In fact, sometimes she wore as little as a mermaid might. When our project came to an end, she invited me to stay over a long weekend and see Leyden, a city of which she was very proud. My time in the university guest residence was up, and the room was already guaranteed to someone else. Before I could come up with an alternative, Dominique suggested that I stay with her. It was a generous offer, not to mention intriguing. Of course, back then I was so sure of my own magnetic attraction that I barely wondered whether she would just be a hostess, sure that she wanted to offer something more. That Saturday morning, I moved from the guest house into her apartment. It was in a beautiful setting, with a view of a small, but well-traveled recreational canal. One could easily imagine sitting down on the balcony with a glass of wine and spending the rest of the day there-- had not the bedrooms been so close. Instead, she invited me to join her for a nude swim and I was caught off guard. Of course, I had been drawn as any man would be to her fit sexuality, but I had not made any approach that I was aware of. It turned out that the nude swim was a scheduled slot at the university community's pool. There was every age and physique represented, so it was not supposed to be erotic. I did notice, though, that there were a couple of guys, of various ages, whose eyes kept slipping back to Dominique's trim figure slicing through the water. She smiled pleasantly and let them enjoy her passing-- and kept on swimming. This woman was very comfortable with her own body, I noted. That does not just come from reading or writing books. It was almost dinner time by the time we returned to her apartment, but in the northern latitude, it was still quite warm. Air conditioning was a rarity in European residences. Instead, we moved out onto the balcony. My mermaid colleague turned up some cheese and crackers and a nice wine. We put our feet up on the railing and enjoyed the pastel colors lit by the low sun. A family floated by in their boat, dressed for an evening event of some kind. A canoeist paddled past. It was easy to get caught up in the lazy scene. I had not realized that Dominique had gone back into her apartment and returned with a big notebook. "I'd like to show you something," she said as she opened the book. I thought about how much I would like her to show me herself, but I said nothing. "It looks like your lecture plan and notes." I recognized the typical outline, even in Dutch, from the format. "Yes, but there's something special here that I need your help on ... with. Which?" "Either "on" or" with" - they're both good prepositions." I knew that prepositions were one of the trickier parts of learning a foreign language. Her English continually amazed me, but she knew that she could learn more. She nodded her understanding, and continued. "Now, you have seen the official copy of my lecture plan and notes. Here is the copy that I actually use in the class." She pushed the notebook back across to me. This did not seem very exciting to me. Then I realized something peculiar about this copy. "It has random words highlighted...." I remarked. "Not random." I read some of them aloud, getting the feel of the foreign words and phrases and recognizing the ones that were similar to English. "There's a pattern to these words.... let me figure it out...." I muttered. Dominique smiled seraphically. "You're talking about the use of flowers in religious rites or... in meditation? .... (she nodded that I was guessing the Dutch right) .... "And how deeply that relates to our natural sexual needs.... hmmm... and about the flow of time in their beliefs......" I turned the pages. "A deep.... uh... deeper understanding .... comes.... as the one who senses the aromas and the flow of time .... capitulates--- er surrenders, to their feelings....." I looked up at my smiling friend in amazement. "This is a hypnotic induction stretched out over a couple of months. Does that work? And what good is it?" Dominique smiled and tossed her hair back. "It's seeding. The class by now is used to the fact that dear old Professor Dominique T__________ has a time in her lecture where she wanders a bit. It's a time that they find quite useful for letting their own imaginations float around the room for a few minutes. Of course, being typical university students, they often think about sex during that time. I've heard that American students would do the same thing, yes?" She arched an eyebrow. "Yes." I had to laugh. "But what is seeding?" "Each week, I introduce them to some additional concepts that might lead very gently, but firmly, toward an understanding of their inner sexual needs, and how that might be influenced by the right setting." "And then? The class has an orgy?" Dominique's turn to laugh, with that. "No! But as the sessions proceed, I can see which students learn this lesson most effectively. Some of them just seem to ignore it, but each year, a few really internalize these ideas." Now it all made sense to me: "And so you can pick some to seduce with the least little bit of additional conversation or hypnosis!" "That's a typical male reaction." Dominique raised an eyebrow. "But I think if you look at as simply opening their minds to something that they would enjoy doing anyway..." We both laughed. "Let's go to dinner, and I can tell you more about it." "So we're not going to go into your bedroom right now?" I could tell that we were not, but I teased her. "No, I have to concentrate on this time window with my students. Tomorrow, late afternoon, is a key time." "So you've had experience doing this, eh?" I was impressed, although still not certain how this was worked out in practice. Dominique whispered her reply, as if keeping a secret. "Twelve years, now." "A different one every year? Every semester?" "I'm not greedy. Just every year. And during that time, they discover that their girlfriend or friends are more eager than ever for their company." The professor looked pleased about her students' progress under her tutelage. Or perhaps, just under her. "I'm very aware of the research that shows that women have a biological need for sex, not just the obvious psychological needs. Just because I'm deep into my work does not mean that I should ignore my femininity. And when I took conventional relationships in the past, the men always wanted to settle down and have me cook for them." ================ We found ourselves in an Italian restaurant down the street a few minutes from Dominique's apartment. The crowd had thinned out enough that we could carry on our conversation without too much concern. Or so I thought at first. Dominique had just explained to me that her field of choices had narrowed down to Jereon, an intelligent and sensitive young man who also enjoyed swimming. He had already responded, she confided, to her suggestion that he would enjoy participating in the nude swim. I could see that she was satisfied with what she had learned about him-- her light-complexioned face turned rosy as she described the young man and her soft bra gave away the power of her hardening nipples, as one would imagine. It was so easy to think of how wet she was becoming-- "try not to think of it!" I told myself. And then she mentioned how much fun it was when they brushed together while swimming! Just as my friend was outlining why tomorrow was so important, I realized that an older gentleman at a nearby table was stealing furtive looks at us. It was hard to see him, due to the way his chair was positioned. He seemed vaguely familiar to me, now that I took my eyes off of the glowing Dominique for a moment. As I watched him, the college-age waitress arrived at his table for his order. They spoke for a few minutes, and then I saw a strange transition. He flipped his hand toward his lapel, toward some sort of button or badge, and as he did so, a peculiar look passed over her face, and her breathing slowed to a steady pace. She stood motionless for a moment, and then I saw tiny tears forming around her eyes. She listened intently to whatever the man had to say, and then just as quickly as the look had come over her, she blinked and her posture changed. Before, she had been quite businesslike, almost brusque. Now, she smiled sensuously at him and leaned over to serve him-- it looked as though her pleasantly full breasts would pop out of her blouse-- it was that sort of leaning over. Other customers were ignored unless they demanded her attention. When she had to serve them, she looked back at the older man and licked her lips, as if already tasting him. I had to learn more about this. It looked as if some hypnotic action had taken place, but how could it have been so quick? I excused myself from Dominique for a minute and went over to the stranger. "Excuse me, there's something that I would like to ask you." "Well, Professor Williams, I would like to ask you a question or two, too!" My jaw must have dropped open. "You look surprised that I know you. I was in the lecture you gave in Ames a few years ago to our fraternity guys. I'm their alumni adviser, Frank Jones." We shook hands. Of course, now I recalled seeing him. He had said nothing during the event, just watched quietly and let the frat boys ask the questions. "Did my talk do any good?" I asked. I was supposed to convince them that being a male human being was more interesting to women than being some other type of male barnyard animal. "I think it did. At least with some of them. And a couple of them took an interest when I suggested they take a summer course out in Marin County with my group. So, for sure, they're doing great!" "Marin County?" I queried. "Yes, perhaps you've heard of the School for Social Expression? I'm a field representative for them." "You mean the School for Sexual Expression," I retorted. "Why yes," the businessman smiled. I reached out and touched his lapel, fingering the back side of the button hidden under it. "I see you know something about us." He calmly reached in his pocket. "My identification." He held up a card with an i.d. photo on it, showing me that he was what he said he was. "How about the other side of the card? Your graduation exercise." "You REALLY know some things about us!" he laughed. He pulled the card out of its holder and flipped it over. A hidden camera photo showed a nude 20-something redhead screaming with raw delight as she mounted him. Out of focus in the background were other entangled nude couples. "I know that you guys carry your graduation photos along with your i.d., or you have them on the backside of your diploma in your office. You have to prove that you paid attention in class by finding a willing sex partner that afternoon and getting them back to one of the locations where the hidden cameras will pick up proof positive." I rattled this off quickly, as I supposed that Dominique was getting impatient. His waitress came back, and I could see she really was HIS waitress now. She ignored me as he instructed her to come to his hotel room that evening; perhaps they were both showing off for my benefit. She stood as close to him as possible, short of embracing him. The owner, a woman in her mid-40's, glared at her from the bar. Obviously, she was enjoying some thought too much to worry about what another woman felt. "Quality control," he snorted after Kalee -- that was her name -- left. "I'm following up on some of our foreign students' projects. You know, we can yank a students' diploma if they try to pull our leg on the Seduction Reports that they file." I nodded, as if I already knew that, which I did not. I got the feeling that this was a case of pulling something other than his leg. "Is she the student? Or is she the project?" Frank laughed. "That's a good way to put it. She's the project, an American girl here for some overseas work and fun. A kid named Jereen... Jereon.... damn, Dutch is a tough language to get right... anyway, his uncle was an ace on seductions when the government sent him to our program to improve his counter-intelligence work. The uncle paid for Jereon to take our summer course. But we're not sure if he got it right or if he was just lucky on his finals." "Does that happen?" "Sure, everyone now and then. He did great on the sexuality part, but he was sort of mediocre on the pick-ups." "He's not from Marin County. Maybe it was his English." "Could be, but the Japanese kid from Amsterdam in the same class has a whole parade of hot babes coming in and out of his place now. The Dutch boy only has this one gal, the one I'm interviewing tonight." Frank licked his lips at the thought of interviewing her in his room. "Uh, I've got to get back to my friend over there." I nodded to Dominique, who was getting impatient. "Say, she looked like she was getting pretty hot for you. So, you're getting some with her, eh?" Frank winked heavily. I cleared my throat. "She's a colleague. We've been working on a project together." "Uh, right." I could see that he did not believe me, and wanted to know more. Back at our table, Dominique, in turn had questions for me. As briefly as possible, I explained what I knew about the School. Being as inquisitive as she was, there were questions from her that I did not know the answers to. And then there was the matter of Jereon-- I started to say something, but was interrupted by a new turn of events. "Look! Watch what's happening...." whispered Dominique. I turned to watch as the owner came over to talk with Frank. She was a slender brunette, attractively dressed, with a determined look on her face. Apparently she did not appreciate having production slowed down by what looked like flirting with her staff. We saw her standing squarely in front of Frank, hands on her hips, her jaw thrust forward. We could not hear what words were exchanged, or see his expression, but we saw what happened to her. Gradually, she relaxed and her hands slid down to her sides. We noticed her blinking, and then a pleasantly calm expression wiping the anxiety from her face. Tiny tears from each eye caught the romantic light in the dimmed restaurant. She stood as though frozen for a minute or two, listening intently. Then she blinked again and came back to her surroundings. She looked warmly at the American "educator" for what seemed like a long time, and then repeated what I later learned was a hotel room number. And then in the most casual way possible unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. Her fashion look went from business to pleasure with that little transition. The restaurant owner turned back to her bar, spinning in a way calculated to give Frank a good look at her silhouette in passing. He nodded pleasantly, as though this sort of thing happened all the time to him. Dutch Treat Ch. 01 "Amazing!" exploded Dominique. "He did in ten minutes what it takes me a month to do!" "Of course, he practices it all the time. And, you are teaching a class to your subjects-- in fact, you don't even know which ones ARE the subjects until you've put the class to sleep a few times." I teased her by calling it "sleep" instead of a "trance." She ignored that. Frank was finished, and came past us on his way out. He stopped to grinningly report: "The American girl at 9 p.m., JUST to interview. Her boss at 10 p.m. to spend the night. See you tomorrow?" I nodded my maybe. Dominique looked at him in a sort of admiration. We walked back to her hot apartment, discussing her methodical approach, in which her subjects were selected gradually from among her university class, seeded with thoughts that would open their minds to beautiful new possibilities, and highest among those possibilities was being chosen to be her student for the year. This contrasted so sharply with the quick seduction practiced by Frank Jones and the School. It was not until we were getting ready for bed that I was able to broach the subject of what I had learned about Jereon. It felt strange to be sitting on opposite sides of the bed, pulling our socks off and getting organized like an old married couple. I barely dared look at her, her toned figure highlighted by the Indonesian nightgown. With the light switched out, we whispered in bed. What she had just learned about Jereon intrigued her even more. She would go ahead with her plan. "Tomorrow afternoon, Jereon will meet me in the Hortus Botanicus to be introduced to some of the Southeast Asian plants. If you want to.. I think you call it stow away-- in it after hours, I know your interest, and won't mind if you stick around. Just for scientific observations, now, you understand." "Is he going to become your lover there?" "Yes, I think so. I know you still doubt that this works. I understand your skepticism, because I had the same questions when I learned this approach from my thesis adviser." I wanted to ask more questions myself, or pose hypothetical concerns, but Dominique was already drifting off into a blissful sleep. Occasionally she murmured sweetly in Dutch and licked her lips. I, on the other hand, tossed and turned. My flagpole erection got in the way of sleeping comfortably on my stomach. When I lay on my back, the sheet projected in a tentlike manner. When I lay on either side, the shiny stream that was meant to smooth my way into this intriguing woman left viscous trails in my pajama bottoms. It was a hard night. ============= "Hmmmm....." murmured Sophia, delicately fingering the hem of her parted robe. "That story has quite an effect when you think about it." "You feel I should stop here?" I teased. "No, I feel that you should start here... now..." She rose and regally slipped off her robe, showing off her mature curves and well-chosen lingerie. One advantage of working in a hotel room is that whenever you feel the need for a break you can set everything aside and hit the hay. And, to mix a metaphor, a roll in the hay is easy, too. Arching her eyebrows, my lover and patroness moved quickly to my embrace. I loved the little tremble of excitement that went through her as my hand slipped into her bra and freed her breasts. It was almost a shame, I thought, that such lovely pieces of artwork-- her bra and panties in a jungle print-- would have so few seconds to be admired. Almost a shame. A rolling wave of testosterone knocked me off my academic pedestal, and Sophia and I joined forces to take what Nature offered us through each other's awakened creative powers. ============= Continued in Part 2. Dutch Treat Ch. 02 All names, and most of the detail in this story is fictitious. If I've accidentally used your name, my apologies. Sophia and I tumbled over and under each other in bed. It was a delightful afternoon, but eventually we were tired and hungry, or hungry and tired. I was too bleary-eyed to know which came first. "Room service?" "Yes!" Sophia was eager to hear the rest of the story about my Dutch friends and their adventures. We washed up and robed ourselves in the time it took for our order to arrive. After we were down to desert, the Tiramisu I think it was, I continued with the story. It was doubly hard, aside from being tempted to talk with my mouth full, because Sophia shone so beautifully after our romp and our showers. She reminded me of Dominique way back in the Netherlands. "Did you know that you are glowing?" I paused to ask her. "Yes!" We laughed at her uncomplicated forthrightness. "Seriously, at the planning meeting yesterday, Katherine K_______ asked me where I went for a workout. I told her The Oxford, and she thought I meant the health club, not the hotel!" "Did you tell her who your trainer is?" We laughed again. "No!" She paused, as if remembering something wonderful from long ago. "Let's get started on the Netherlands, okay?" ============= At breakfast late that next morning, Dominique and I talked about all kinds of professional things. Anything to keep our minds off of sex, I suppose. We went bicycling for half an hour or so, working up a sweat in the humid, warm air. En route, we met Frank Jones and Kalee's boss. They were strolling hand in hand, looking very much in tune with each other. They both gave us smug smiles, as if they had enjoyed the evening more than we could imagine. We stopped for a moment and chatted-- Jones pulling me aside to tell me that he thought that based on his interview of last evening, Jereon was on the right track, and that Kalee seemed to be ready for something special today. Perhaps it was just the language barrier that Jereon had to overcome. It must have been in the high 70's, but being so close to the ocean, and surrounded by canals, perspiration came quickly. Back in Dominique's apartment, we showered - separately - and changed into clothes that at least for a few minutes would be dry. I was not very meticulous. The inventory in my suitcase was pretty well used up. Dominique, on the other hand, dressed carefully. Something about the combination of her bra and blouse did not work right, so she pulled off the blouse and unclasped the bra. For a moment she stood in front of the mirror topless, looking trim in her slacks. She ran her hands over her breasts. "Do you think he'll like them?" she grinned, half-concerned, half-knowing the answer. "He'd be crazy not to. You are in better shape than women half your age." I felt my uninformed hormones eagerly starting to circulate. "Of course," she murmured reflectively, "but half my age is how old he is." She pulled out a new bra, and then everything fit together the way that she wanted it. I struggled not to say anything. Then we just sat quietly in her living room, me reading some of my notes from a conference, her reading through her checklist of trance words for her afternoon project, as we sipped orange juice. It looked so thoroughly domestic! I looked up from papers and noted that Dominique had closed her eyes. She was taking a little nap, and she looked beautiful doing it. Her neatly cut blonde hair framed her relaxed face. It was hard to believe that she was older than I. Again, as in her dreams of last night, her tongue flicked briefly over her lips. Just when I had begun to wonder if I should wake her, she blinked and stirred. "Time to go, I think," she said with a smile. "You want to come with me, yes?" "I wouldn't miss this for anything!" I spoke the simple truth. "You're really wonderful to let me in on this." Ever the researcher, she was offering me a chance that she knew a fellow explorer would rarely share. Quietly we moved about, each deep in our own thoughts. Locking the door, down the stairs, along the streets, as if we were any other couple, and into the ticket lobby of the four centuries old Hortus Botanicus. The vast collection of plants was divided into climate zones, indoor and outdoor, but it would all be closing at 4 p.m., we were told. Dominique already knew that, and explained in Dutch that this was the only chance for her American guest to get in. We were waved through, without being charged admission. "Be sure to be out by 4 o'clock, though!" the attendant called out in fluent English as we entered. We strolled in a pattern that I did not recognize, passing exiting visitors who had come for the spring flowers. Eventually we bypassed the modern display areas and found ourselves at an old greenhouse. "Jereon should already have found his way inside by now," Dominique quietly explained, as she slid open the heavy door. A counterbalance on a rusty chain pulled the door shut immediately behind us with an authoritative "thunk!" We heard voices. "There may be some other visitors here," Dominique noted. "We'll just wander around, and if we see them, look at your watch a few times and they'll realize it's time to go home." She paused. "I have an arrangement with the maintenance people, and no one else will come in here after us." We wandered. It was quite a surprise, though, to find not an elderly couple of horticulture fanciers, but our waitress from the night before! Dominique blinked her surprise at me, and then reacted smoothly. Perhaps there had been unexpected contingencies in the past. "How wonderful to see you here." Introductions all around. Her name was Kalee. "Kalee, we noticed you working in the restaurant... You should join us... if you're here by yourself." I am condensing what she said, but that was the gist of her side of the conversation. "I'm waiting for Jereon to come back. He brought me here, but for some reason he just remembered something he had to check out, and he went deeper into the aisle back there." Kalee's words seemed a bit distracted, and an idea began to form in my head. Dominique nodded discreetly at me. "Why don't I go back and look for Jereon. The professor would surely love to learn more about you, and you two can wait right there on that bench. If you wait right there, then everything will be fine." It was a smooth hand-off. Dominique and I knew each other's thoughts so well! And it made sense to Kalee. As she disappeared into the simulated rain forest, I showed Kalee to the old bench. What Dominique had suggested was the kick-off suggestion for many more from me. "Isn't it amazing, both of us being from the States and turning up here? I guess that's not much of a connection, but it's amazing what we might find out when we swap stories." Of course, she agreed, and we began to go pleasantly deeper into synchronization with each other. As I guided her into a trance, I learned that Jereon had encouraged her to come here, that he had shown her how the spring flowers outside, and now the sensuous perfume of those inside, would remind her of beautiful times past.... and of her special place as a woman in Creation. "You can enjoy those feelings again and again," I assured her. "With me, the scent of flowers always brings up something good. It's hard to remember at times, it's hidden, isn't it.... but with someone who shares their energy with you... you can remember and enjoy." She licked her lips and her nostrils quivered a bit. She was almost ready to go under, deep into the flowery set-up that Jereon had introduced and that I simply had helped her to recall. She was just beginning to notice how the greenhouse was getting warmer and warmer, and then it only made sense that she now understood why we both would feel more comfortable without our shirts. And then our process was interrupted by a deep groan from back in the tropical forest, or perhaps two groans! Kalee stood up on tiptoes to see where the sound came from. Her eyes grew very wide, as through a random gap in the jungle branches she saw the trim and energetic Professor Dominique throwing her head back in sheer joy as she very obviously rode a man of great power to a shuddering climax. Only her partner's hands and arms were visible, cupping her breasts, tenderly caressing her arms, and then pulling her head down for kisses. Kalee turned back to me, amazed and puzzled. What should I say? "Wow!" I agreed with her unspoken reaction. "In this natural place, it's so easy to feel all the barriers between we fellow humans dropping away. And as you envy her pleasure, it will (not) be hard to feel your way toward the same joy." To myself, I added hope that she would not realize who the strong young man was who bucked out of our sight beneath Dominique. "Joy like that takes a physical action of some kind, yes?" She nodded coyly at me. "Deep inside you," I responded, "it's waiting, the feeling is waiting for the right way of opening to it... your subconscious knows what you need... now... you want to think about it more and more....? Perhaps you just want to enjoy the way that your body is already responding to your desire to capture joy like that?" "No!" Her response startled me. "Here I am, a child of Creation... full of the perfume that surrounds us... sensitive... growing sensitive... I need no longer think... just let myself respond..." she began pulling off her clothing as she recited thoughts that must have grown from Jereon's earlier suggestions... and yet they were her own, too. Perhaps he was more clever than I had realized. He was slower and more methodical than the man from Marin, but by finding Kalee's own mental keys, he would unlock and release the woman within her more certainly than the quick fling that he was supposed to seek. At that point, it all came to me. Jereon had subconsciously picked up the same natural themes that Dominique was offering him! With his limited experience at seduction, he had simply replicated the subconscious concepts that Dominique had installed in him and applied them to his own plan. "You must feel a special connection with me... to want to share your deep understanding of nature with someone here..." I worked to step into Jereon's place. I felt no guilt about it, he was needed elsewhere. And I trusted Dominique's promise that he would become a better lover than ever for Kalee-- or whoever else he might choose. "You may begin your inward journey with me... and build on the knowledge we are about to share..." I leaned slightly forward and enjoyed her instinctive move to lean back to receive my kiss. "As you become aware of your femininity... you will enjoy sensing your body's preparations..." I paced her through the steps, heightening her awareness of her sensitive breasts, the changes taking place now, the sexy wetness, the need to receive me. Kalee plunged into my embrace, nuzzling her full breasts joyfully against my bared chest. Her lips stayed glued to mine as best as she could, while my hands swept over her. It was time to stop talking and let our senses and the sexual mystery do the work. The heat of her body told me of her readiness. In short puffs of words, we worked out a pillow of our shirts, and a bench cover of our pants, and Kalee stretched out gracefully to become a part of Creation. For a moment I stood over her, hands on my hips, looked down over my erect manhood and wondered at her ready body. It was one of those perfect moments, my eager partner attending my next move, the feeling of my balls turning urgently, preparing to fill Kalee's need, the sense of our warmth and scents all blending together in perfect harmony. Then she spoke. It was dreamy and almost regretful, but necessary enough to overcome the trance that she was enjoying so deeply. "I've never had an orgasm...." She paused. "But, here, now, in this place, it seems so possible...." It just about knocked me off of my feet. I had only limited experience with this situation, years ago in my own university student days, but I knew this was not unusual, especially when her sex partners may have been in too big a hurry, crammed in some back seat or rushed in her folks' recreation room. Almost in desperation to stall for time, while I dredged up some recollections, I knelt at her side. Taking her hand, I caressed it lovingly and whispered reassurances to her. "You will with me, because you feel the right way about it... and as you relax here, you are becoming increasingly aware of how your senses are telling you all kinds of wonderful things... the scents of the flowers are sending sexual signals... the joyful moans of that other couple in the back... even the sound of the air rushing into your lungs.... makes you feel just as alive as my touch does for you....." My words were not necesarily making sense to a conscious listener, but she understood deep within. My hands grazed tenderly over her recumbent body, drawing her attention to each part. I wondered whether it would work out as well as I had told her, but all that I could go on was my past positive memories and the tender thank you's offered in intimate after-moments of cuddling. I felt her apprehension as I began to caress between her thighs, taking time for a sensual massage, knowing that Jereon and Dominique should be busy for a while. Tenderly, I worked from her outer nervousness to her inner tensions, avoiding her hungry vagina at first, concentrating with her on preparing her body. And then I felt her relaxing, and slipped my gentle hand to hold her vagina, capturing its hot eagerness. "With each stroke, you will feel warmer, and your excitement will focus.... focus.... in this special place, on the rainbow that you may now imagine leading almost to you....." My sweet young lover murmured her recognition of the imaginary rainbow. "The rainbow is so hard... to make out... completely," I assured her, "but as you focus your energy toward your own excitement, you can see it begin to take shape... some colors are only visible in the strongest rainbow... and I have a special magic liquid that will bring out those colors..." I stood over her again, and flexed my penis, swaying it soothingly over her... her eyes following it, watching as a silver stream rose from its tip. "How will you make all of the colors come out in the rainbow?" I asked. "With your magic...." she sighed. "Yes... you understand so well... it's only natural now... as I caress you with this silver magic....." and taking the stream onto my finger, I stroked along the discreetly hidden trail toward her clitoris, gliding on the magic liquid. "With each stroke now... you may see the rainbow growing more intense.... as you feel the power building in you... you can make out... more and more..." I felt her loins tighten around my hand. "I can tell, you are learning.... to bring the rainbow down on your end... to the Earth... to you..." "Yes!" she said huskily. Breathing and talking were getting in the way of each other. I knew now that she was on the path, and as my kisses descended over her, I felt the coiled sensation building, building deep in her. My caresses met my kisses at her clitoris, and in a minute of ecstasy, she cried out in delight. My fingers went deep into her, and brought the sensation into her deepest being. "Come... into... me!" Kalee panted urgently. I had one brief look at her eager, confident expression, sort of like the jungle animal that spots her prey. That was while I was rolling on the condom that I had retrieved from beneath her (it was in my shirt pocket). And then, she arched her back, as Mother Nature had taught her to, offering her open self to me and to the jungle around us. I knelt between her legs with my gift. I melted deep in her when her rainbow finally touched Earth, and the proverbial pot of gold flashed in the burning, intense light of our lovemaking. ============= Gasping, still glowing and still sneaking mischievous grins at each other, between lustful glances, we finished helping each other get dressed. "I've never had a man hold my panties for me while I stepped into them before," she cooed. "But then we just did a lot of things that I had never done before... or maybe hadn't understood as deeply as before." "How do you mean that?" I queried. I was still distracted by the sight of her damp curls disappearing inside of her thong. ""Oh... how we're really a part of Nature, yeah?" She smiled to herself as she remembered us making love under the giant leaves in this man-collected jungle. "And so once I relaxed and accepted that, everything just happened! And, cool, how did you know that my rainbow would touch me.... touch Earth, mean... when I focused on it?" "Uh, it's not too hard... I just remembered what a sweet lover once told me a long time ago... it was her way." "So you listened to what she said in bed with you afterward? Wow! That-- is-- radical." Before I could try to rationalize my unmasculine habit of listening in bed, Dominique and Jereon turned up. They looked just as dissolute as we must have. And they looked like they felt as positive as we did. "Oh, there they are! We were looking for you both," Dominique claimed. "I guess we just missed each other in this jungle," Kalee offered. Jereon looked at her with deep interest. Their eyes met. "I'm glad that you're here now." Jereon dropped his voice to a pleasant tone, tinged with his Dutch accent-- Dominique thought he might be from The Hague. "As all the experts say, there are deep connections that we can find in Nature... especially things that we can explore together..." Kalee blinked as she recognized her developing trance words, now integrating her feelings with her most recent experiences at developing previously hidden connections. She would build her rainbow again with Jereon. My colleague took me by the arm. "Come on, these two can stay here for a while!" I nodded agreement. "YOU two were sure noisy," laughed Dominique. "Hey, YOU two were waking up the jungle," I retorted. "Let's go get some dinner, and then back to my place." "Okay, and then I'm going to put you into a trance that has you eating orange slices off my navel." I had noticed how much she loved oranges and orange juice. "Ohhh, no...." she laughed, and in her cute trace of a Dutch accent, whispered "I have some orange food color, and I was just thinking of how once you're in a trance, you'll want to paint your body orange." And in that way, we laughed and chuckled through dinner and to her home. ============= "But what happened?!" Sophia wanted to know. "Did you put her in a trance and finally have your way with her? Didn't you say that you did not have sex with her?" "I'm not much of a hypnotist at all," I said, stating a real fact. "With me, it's just a situation of bringing out my lover's natural feelings, or making her aware of how good it is to let her lust out for exercise with a trusted companion. But, I woke up the next morning feeling great, rested, refreshed. And I did not have any more sex with her than Bill Clinton had with you know who." "And?" Sophia insisted, grinning. "We both had to shower to get the blasted orange dye off." Sophia laughed now, tears rolling down her cheeks as she pictured the two of us in the shower, orange dye running off our pink scrubbed skin. ============= I began to laugh with her, and soon we were holding each other closely. Whenever one of us would try to shape a kiss, we would start laughing again. "Let's try slowing everything down a bit, and maybe we can keep our faces straight..." Sophia laughed as she said it. But I took her up on it. Pull the shade and heavy curtains slowly against the traffic hum. Dutch Treat Ch. 02 At a measured pace, across the room to the big, inviting bed. Pull the covers back. My hands to Sophia's robe, very deliberately. She stood as if frozen, sensing the light touch of my fingers as I guided the robe from her warming body. Kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts intimately, slowly... we smiled a bit at each other, but no more laughing... Kneel to kiss my swaying penis... coaxing it... use your power to bring life to it... remember how it feels inside you... and then you will enjoy capturing it again... as Nature intends... One more laugh escaped both of us as we gave up the slow motion sensuality and plunged into the covers. It was a wonderfully full night. ============= With special thanks to the real Kalee and my Dutch colleague.