****** The Touch by Mr. Cautious ******
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The Touch


I guess I never really understood until now the power of the 'touch'. Certainly
not when it was given to me and surely not the first few times I used it. The
power to drive women wild with only the tips of your fingers is something that
must be experienced to be appreciated. Now that I have it, I really plan to
live life to the fullest. But I get ahead of myself. Here's the whole story
from start to finish.

I am an attorney specializing in international law with a large law firm. My
job pays well but I am traveling 2-3 weeks out of each month, which does not
leave much opportunity for a social life. At age 32 I am the youngest partner
in the firm and have an income approaching the high six figures. By any account
that should have been enough. But it wasn't. Deep down inside I had a craving
for excitement, sexual excitement with no boundaries. My life had seemed empty.
That was until I met Mr. Sykes.

In the middle of winter I had just returned from 2 weeks in snowbound Toronto,
helping a client meet all of the various export/import laws. Back in the
office, I was daydreaming of being on a beach with a woman on each side of me
when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Arielle, my assistant and a
paralegal, entered the room and told me that my 3 o'clock was here to see me.
Arielle was not spectacularly beautiful but she was definitely exotic with
large brown eyes the size of saucers, braided hair to her waist and legs that
wouldn't quit. My thoughts turned to a frequent fantasy of mine where I was
taking her then and there in my office until the words of the firm's senior
partner came back to me when, on greeting me as a new junior partner, closed by
saying, "...and, no 'fstumphing' the employees here is permitted." Damn, when
was I going to get laid? I thought.

"Mr. Sykes is here to see you," she said.

"Who is Mr. Sykes," I countered, "I didn't have a three o'clock appointment on
my calendar."

"You know," Arielle said, "Mr. Sykes is that nice old man from my building who
needs help getting some import restrictions lifted. You promised you would meet
with him. And, at no charge."

"Bring him in," I said, dreading this meeting already.

Mr. Sykes was about 75 years old and looked like a cross between Albert
Einstein and Yoda. Long, snow-white hair fell about head in every way
imaginable. He looked like he had slept in his clothes and had combed his hair
with a garden rake.

"Sit down, Mr. Sykes," I said. "How can I be of assistance"?

For the next hour the old geezer spun a tale so convoluted that even a skilled
lawyer like me had trouble keeping things straight. I finally figured out that
he could get around the import restrictions on his agricultural products by
having them shipped first to Mexico, have them processed and packaged there and
then shipped on to the U.S.

When I explained to him how to go about this he was effusive in his thanks,
shaking my hand so vigorously I thought the old guy might have a heart attack.
"Thank you, thank you," he said over and over again as I ushered him to the
door. "Before I go," he said, "let me do something for you that you will covet
for the rest of your life."

Not wanting to hurt his feelings by rejecting whatever he had to offer, I had
him sit back down and tell me what it was he had in mind. "When you get home
tonight," he said, "take these two little orange pills and get a good night's
sleep. I promise you that when you wake up in the morning you will be a changed
man. Women will find you irresistible. Your touch alone will drive them wild.
You will be the luckiest man in the world."

He handed me the pills and briskly walked out the door. Looking back, I think I
saw him turn and wink at me, giving me a look that sent a chill through me,
right down to my toes.

Later that night, as I was going to bed, the two tiny pills fell out of my
pocket as I was hanging up my suit pants. Holding them in my hand, my first
thought was to throw them in the toilet but a voice inside my head convinced me
otherwise. Without another thought, I gulped them down. Waiting a few minutes
for a reaction, I was disappointed when nothing changed. Irresistible to women?
What did that mean? A bigger dick? A more muscular body? The reflection in the
mirror told me it was the same me, with no apparent changes.

In the morning, as I showered and shaved, my visit with Mr. Sykes was
forgotten. It was another day and I had a morning full of meetings, paperwork
and preparation for my next trip out of town, this time to Berlin for a client
importing BMW's and Mercedes.

As I arrived at the office my attention was on my first appointment of the day,
the CEO of company that had paid for a shipment of tractors but had not
received his goods. Apparently he expected me to recover them for him. As I
walked into my office, Arielle handed me a file on the matter. In handing it to
me, her hand brushed against my fingers.

It was as if an electric spark had passed between us. Obviously jolted, Arielle
first showed surprise, even fear, but her attitude quickly turned downright
amorous. Her face was flush with her female sexual arousal and she followed me
into my office. Without a word, she closed the door behind her. With the
quickness of a tigress, she knelt in front of me, unzipping my pants and
gripping my suddenly erect cock in her hands. Literally swallowing it, she
rocked back and forth as I swayed to her ministrations. It had been weeks since
I had sexual intercourse and I quickly came, Arielle taking every drop down her
throat. Rising, she tucked me back into my pants, poured me a morning cup of
coffee and returned to her desk. Dumbfounded at my luck, I could only wonder at
what had made her so sexually excited.

Halfway through my conference with the CEO it came to me. The pills! The old
man had said they would make me irresistible and damned if he wasn't right on
the money. But what if this was just a one-time thing? I had to find out.

Leaving work early, I drove to a part of town dominated by adult businesses.
Pulling to a stop in front of something named the 'Mons Venus' I glanced at the
neon sign announcing totally nude women. Paying the $10 cover charge I went
inside and took a seat near the bar.

In seconds a scantily clad woman in her 20's approached me, asking if would
like a drink. "Sure'" I said, "Bring me a screwdriver." She returned and placed
in front of me an overpriced and watered-down drink. I sat back to watch the
show.

The dancer on stage was a black woman, also in her 20's, with the most
magnificent set of tits I had ever seen. Store-bought or not, they were
spectacular. She had a taut body with curvaceous hips and legs, obviously from
athletic workouts when she wasn't dancing. I felt my dick harden as I watched
her gyrate on the stage. After about 5 minutes, she finished her act and left
the stage. As I looked around the bar at the women there I began to wonder if I
should try and see if the touch was still in me.

I felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to look directly into those magnificent
tits I had been watching on the stage a few minutes before. Up close and
personal they were even more impressive. The woman, whose name I later found
out was Aurora, asked me if I would like 'a dance'. "Only $25," she said.
"Sure," I said, and I followed her to the back of the bar where there were
several cushioned chairs for the patrons to sit in while the performer danced
for them.

As I took my seat Aurora wasted no time getting started. Straddling me, she
began to move slowly to the music, holding those heavenly breasts only inches
from my face. Gingerly, tentatively, I placed my fingertips on her hips.

The electric spark coursed through her body like lightning from the sky. There
was that first look of fear that I had seen in Arielle that was quickly
replaced by a look of erotic pleasure.

"What... what... what are you doing to me"? she said.

"You want me to stop? I replied.

"No... no... keep going, it feels great," she said.

As I worked my fingers and hands on her I could actually see the orgasms course
through her body. Now almost climbing on top of me, she began to undulate
faster and faster, jamming her pussy against my chest as I continued to apply
the touch. Over and over she came until the orgasms overwhelmed her. She cried
out in pleasure and demanded that I fuck her, right there in the bar.

She literally ripped my pants off and sat on my lap, cramming my erect cock
into her pussy. The other dancers and bar patrons gathered around to see what
the commotion was all about. As they realized that this ebony princess was
fucking one of the guests, they gathered around to watch.

Aurora was in such a heightened state of arousal that beads of sweat ran down
her forehead. She continued moving up and down on my cock. Wanting another
position, I lifted her off for an instant, turned her back to me and bent her
at the waist. I quickly inserted my cock back into her pussy and began pounding
to the beat of the hard rock music.

I had reached my limit and came inside her as she continued to experience one
long continuous orgasm. Finally, as I was pulling out, the pleasures overcame
her and she passed out right there in my arms. I gently placed her on the chair
and turned to see every person in the bar cheering us loudly.

Today, my life has changed as never before. In the next room, sleeping soundly
after a night of wild passion, is my beautiful girlfriend Aurora. Next to her
in the bed is Arielle who cannot get enough of my cock. As I stand looking out
the window of my apartment, I realize that the old man was right about the
touch. I AM the luckiest man in the world.

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