I had planned on getting her to take off her bottom for my viewing pleasure, but decided instead to try and reward her for the show she'd given me. After the subtlest of suggestions, her hand snaked down into her bikini bottom, finding the lips of her cunt. As she stroked it lightly, I tried to access her body's chemical controls, much as I accessed my own. Incredibly, I found that I could! I increased the flow of blood to her sexual organs and her sensitivity to her touch. Responding, she began rubbing herself harder, her fingers clearly outlined inside her bikini bottom. As she neared her peak, she penetrated herself, her finger directly stimulating her clit.

As I watched through the binoculars, she tensed and drew her legs up in a shuddering orgasm, which I shared in her mind. My cock throbbed in time with the mental sensations, but I didn't want to let go of the binoculars to give it a final release. As the last tremble swept through her body, I could begin to sense a feeling of guilt building in her. I helped her rationalize it away, and led her into a deep sleep. It was only a dream, I suggested. I instructed her to waken in 20 minutes, feeling refreshed and beautiful.

My experiment had been totally successful! Not only could I suggest that someone do something totally against their common sense, but I could control their sensory and emotional functions as well as I could my own. It was then that I determined that, whenever possible, I would return the favor with the women I visited and help them to feel some extra pleasure. Thus I set the stage for some glorious mistakes.

My next stop that day was at the local mall. I wanted to practice my suggestion skills on a number of strangers before taking the next step to a fully interactive sexual situation. I started by suggesting to various women that their breasts itched and they should scratch them immediately. Next, I had several lean down to tighten their shoelaces, giving me a good view of their asses. Outside the Victoria Secret store, I suggested to some very pretty girls in skirts that they buy some new silk panties and wear them out of the store. At my direction, they sat on the bench opposite me with their legs open so I could spy their new purchases.

While many adults think that the entire mall is under camera observation, most teenagers know that there are a number of places that couples can go for a few moments of privacy. I headed to one, an employees-only hallway that led to the dumpsters. On the way, I spied a petite young lady wearing short-shorts and a white tank top which only partly covered her pert tits. Though she was walking with her boyfriend, I quickly plotted a way to separate the.

Tell him to go on to the Gap, I instructed her. Tell him you need to stop at the ladies room. I watched from the doorway as she sent him farther into the mall. Now take the "shortcut" to the ladies room through the employees-only hallway. She didn't even question herself, although I hadn't even bothered to set up a very good reason for her to go that way. Once behind closed doors, she almost walked right past me before I suggested that she take a good look at me. As she appraised me, I looked her over, wondering what it would be like to fuck such a magnificent body. But that would have to wait for another time.

Instead, I projected that she felt attracted to me, and wondered whether I kissed as good as I looked. Without hesitation she stepped up close and planted a long, wet French kiss on me. When I wrapped my hands around her waist I caught a flicker of doubt, which I blocked by suggesting that she deserved this, while at the same time I sent a burst of adrenaline through her. At that she leaned in even closer, her tits pressing hard against my chest. We Frenched for a few minutes longer while I caressed her ass and waist with abandon. See if you've gotten him hard, I suggested, gasping into her mouth when her hand squeezed my already stiff rod.

With our lips still locked I pressed her up against the wall and raised her top, revealing her perky boobs. I let my hands roam over them, at the same time projecting waves of pleasure into her. She moaned and writhed against me, her hips beating a staccato rhythm on the wall. Her eyes became hooded as her head thrashed about. It was evident that she wanted, no, needed a good fucking. Again I cursed myself for picking such a public place.

Still, I could make good use of my situation. Taking a tit into my mouth, I reveled at the soft smoothness of her skin, the pebbly texture of the aureola, and finally the delicious hardness of her nipple. I forced even more of it into my mouth, until the base of her breast ground against my teeth. She reacted as I programmed her, by pushing herself fully into me. I could've chewed and eaten her tits all day, but I knew the clock was racing. I didn't want her boyfriend to come looking for her and find me as well.

There was time for one final exploration. Reaching down, I pushed my hand into her panties, finding her slit to be hot and wet. I twiddled the lips briefly, wishing I could watch my cock disappear between them. Instead, I had to be content with licking her juices from my fingers. She tasted like honey.

Finally I released her, suggesting that she stop at the ladies room to clean herself up. I didn't know if her boyfriend would notice, but to me she smelled like sex. Before she left, I grabbed her address and phone number from her mind. She was definitely worth running into again.

I spent the rest of the afternoon getting into various encounters, though none as intense as the first. I found that I didn't need elaborate reasoning to sway people's actions. Most would do something with only the barest of rationalizations. When the mall finally closed, I had one big headache and one big set of blue balls. But I was ready to take the next step.