Part 5

It was early December. Six weeks had gone by since Mark visited the Blackthorn family in Vermont. Not a day went by when he didn't think about the remarkable family and vowed that he would revisit them as soon as he could. However, now he was involved in another consulting job that had taken him to Vancouver, British Columbia.

Mark loved this area of the Northwest. Vancouver was a thriving, international city and like any dynamic city, had many construction projects underway. One such project was a new civic building being built on the waterfront. The building was to be constructed over water on concrete pilings that sunk into the water making specifications for concrete a critical factor. Mark, an internationally known specialist in the field of concrete, was hired as a consultant to the project's engineering team. Mark estimated that the consulting job would be about one week.

Mark was staying at the Vancouver Hotel, a large, majestic building in downtown Vancouver. The hotel was gaily decorated for Christmas and had a festive aura about it. Mark's contract with the city included the furnishing of temporary quarters. The city provided Mark with a suite at the Vancouver Hotel. The suite was tastefully decorated and Mark was very pleased with the accommodations. In addition to the spacious bedroom with a king sized bed, there was a large sitting room containing a fireplace. Facing the fireplace were a beautifully upholstered sofa and two arm chairs set on an oriental rug. The room had a bar and small refrigerator stocked with various beers, wines and soft drinks. There were small bottles of various liquors.

Mark had just finished a full day of going over specifications regarding the mixture of concrete to be poured in the pilings. He was tired and ready for a good meal. He decided to do a little research on restaurants in the area. He loved Asian food and decided to ask the Concierge regarding good Asian restaurants the hotel might recommend.

It was exactly 7:00 p.m. when he took the ornately decorated elevator down to the lobby seeking the Concierge. There was a Japanese couple at the Concierge desk inquiring about the local sights.

Mark waited patiently until the Japanese couple finished their inquiry. The Concierge, a woman began writing in what appeared to be an appointment book of some sort. The ornate name plate on the desk indicated her name was Janet Godfrey. He walked to the desk and waited for her to finish. She continued writing in the book and he patiently waited.

Mark apprised the woman before him. She was a petite woman. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun on top of her head. She was wearing large eyeglasses that Mark thought were a little outdated. The spectacles covered much of her face. Her skirt came down to her ankles. She was wearing a high collared, loose fitting silk blouse with a frilly front. Mark thought she looked like a librarian or schoolteacher. She was dressed very conservative and wore little makeup. Mark estimated that she was in her late thirties to early forties. Mark looked at her hands and saw a gold band and assumed it was a wedding ring.

Clearing his throat to get her attention, he gave out a loud, "Ahem!"

The woman looked up at Mark. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was so preoccupied I didn't realize you were standing there."

"No problem," Mark replied. He looked at the woman's face and realized that behind the glasses, she was quite attractive. She just looked like one of his elementary school teachers. Her body was covered from head to foot and Mark wondered what lie delights lie underneath. He chastised himself momentarily for his lascivious thoughts.

"I was wondering if you had a recommendation for an Asian restaurant?" Mark asked.

"There is a very good Asian restaurant within walking distance of the hotel," she said. She took a map and marked the location.

Something about this woman intrigued Mark. He looked at her wedding ring again and wondered if the woman was capable of any passion. He also wondered if she was married. He wanted to strike up a conversation her.

"This seems like an interesting job. Have you worked here very long?" he asked.

"I've worked here for six years," she replied. "It is interesting. I meet people from all over the world."

"Have you lived in Vancouver all your life?" Mark asked.

It was almost as if she was uncomfortable answering the questions that Mark was posing to her.

"I've lived here for about fifteen years," she replied as she pretended to look at some brochures on her desk.

"I love this part of the country. I've been thinking about going to Victoria Island when I finish my work here," Mark offered.

She did not return a comment. Mark just stood there awkwardly. He came to the conclusion that the lady did want to engage in any more conversation. Mark thought that perhaps the woman was under the impression that he was hitting on her. Maybe she was right. He thought about the vial of Love Potion he had in his room.

"Well, thanks for the information," Mark said.

"You're welcome sir," she replied curtly.

The next day, when Mark returned to the hotel around 5:30 p.m., he noticed there was a man working at the Concierge desk and felt a pang of disappointment. He decided to order Room Service and stay in this evening and catch up on his email.

The following day, Mark returned to the hotel around 6:15 p.m. and noticed that the woman was back at her desk. He smiled as he walked up to the desk. She had her hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a white turtle neck sweater that was a bit more form fitting than the blouse she wore two days ago. The sweater revealed the contours of her body and Mark liked what he saw. She wore a long woolen, plaid skirt. He could see that she had on brown, leather boots.

"Hello," Mark said. "I was just wondering what time the Concierge Desk closed. I need some information that I was hoping you could help me with."

"The Concierge Desk closes at 8:00 p.m." she said. "What information do you need?"

"I need info on Victoria Island and the ski areas north of here." Mark replied. "I'll be back down before 8:00 p.m." She replied that she would gather some information for him.

Mark went back to his room and laid down on the bed. He thought about the aloof Concierge woman. There was something about her that intrigued him. He wondered if she was married and wondered if using the potion on her would be unfair not to mention unethical. He enjoyed the power of the potion but did not want to cause harm to anyone. He closed his eyes and thought about her and the more he did, the more he became excited. He wondered how she would look without her clothes.

He decided to freshen up and went into the bathroom. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and combed his hair. He splashed some cologne on his face. He put on a fresh shirt and covered it with a sweater he had bought a few days ago in a department store downtown. In the dresser drawer, he noticed the vial of potion he kept in a special leather case. He put the vial in his pants pocket.

He took the elevator down to the lobby still unsure of what he would do regarding the potion.

She was at her desk arranging some brochures when she saw him approach. He sat down in the chair next to her desk.

"I have a few brochures for you that might be helpful. I also have the ferry schedules. I presume you are taking your car to Victoria Island," she stated.

"Yes, I am. The ferry schedule will be helpful," Mark replied. "Thank you very much..is it Mrs. or Miss Godfrey?"

"Actually, it's Miss Godfrey, Miss Janet Godfrey," she answered without looking up.

"Nice to meet you Miss Godfrey. My name is Mark Livingston," he replied.

Mike felt a twitter of excitement when he heard she was single.

The woman reviewed the brochures with Mark. As she went through the different brochures, Mark studied her face. Mark was sure that behind her veneer of aloofness was a woman who had passion and other wonderful secrets. Miss Godfrey recommended that he stay at the Empress Hotel, a beautiful landmark on the island. After a few minutes of reviewing the brochures, Mark decided to excuse himself.

"Excuse me," Mark said. "Where are the restrooms?"

She pointed to where the restrooms were located.

"Thanks. I'll be right back," Mark replied.

Mark went into ornate restroom. The room had marbled walls and the fixtures were gilded gold. Mark removed the vial from his pocket. He turned the vial over wetting the bottom of the cork. He pulled the cork out of the vial and licked the moist bottom of the cork. He immediately felt the now familiar explosion of minty flavor on his tongue. He replaced the cork and put the vial back in his pocket.

It was 8:05 p.m. when Mark returned to the Concierge Desk.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting," he said.

"That's quite all right," she replied as she tidied her desk.

"You've been very helpful. Can I offer you a drink?" Mark asked.

She was very quick to reply. "Thank you but I'm afraid I can't this evening. I have two cats at home that require my attention."

"I understand. I hope you don't think I'm being too forward but I just thought we could discuss Victoria Island over a drink," Mark explained.

Mark moved closer pretending to look at the brochures she had gathered for him. As he looked down at brochures, he silently exhaled in her direction. Mark lingered at the desk slowly leafing through the material on Victoria Island. Mark looked at the woman and saw that she appeared fidgety and nervous. Her face suddenly became a bit flushed. She put her hand to her hair as if she were putting some loose strands in place.

She looked at him and said, "On second thought, perhaps a drink would do nicely. I've had a long day. The hotel has a wonderful lounge."

"Wonderful," Mark replied. "We can discuss all the great things to do on Victoria Island."

She turned off the desk lamp, gathered her purse and coat and led Mark into the hotel lounge which was half full with patrons. Mark selected a small table at the back of the room. The room was very British with leather chairs and dark paneled walls. On the walls were crests denoting lines of royalty. The ceiling had ornate tiles with two old fashioned ceiling fans that were not turned on.

"Is this okay?" Mark asked as he pointed to the small table.

"This will be fine," she replied putting her coat in an empty chair.

A waitress came up to them and took their drink order. Mark ordered a Glen Livet Scotch on the rocks with a splash of water and Janet Godfrey ordered a Gin and Tonic with no ice and a squeeze of lime.

Mark tried to start a meaningful conversation. He knew that the potion had caused Janet's change of mind to have a drink. He wondered what else it would lead to.

"You said you had two cats at home. Do you have any children?" Mark asked.

"Mr. Livingston, I told you I wasn't married. I have never been married," she replied quite matter-of-factly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry into your personal life," he said.

"Oh, that's all right," she replied. "I didn't mean to snap."

The waitress brought the two drinks with bowl of salty snacks.

Mark lifted up his drink and held it up. "Cheers!" he toasted.

Janet Godfrey picked up her glass and touched it to Mark's and replied, "Cheers to you, Mr. Livingston."

"And, where are you from Mr. Livingston. I presume you are American," she stated.

"I'm from Austin, Texas," Mark answered. "Please call me Mark."

"Oh, a Texan," she replied. "Someday I'd like to go to Texas. I've heard so much about it. I enjoy watching Austin City Limits on television."

"Did you know that the show is produced indoors. On television, it appears that the performance is taking place in a courtyard of some sort. But actually, they're indoors," Mark explained.

"Really? I didn't know that," she replied. "I really like the music they play. I love Willy Nelson!".

They finished their drinks and ordered another round. Conversation began to flow easily. They ordered a second round of drinks. Mark studied this woman and was intrigued by her. He knew behind the conservative facade a real woman lurked. Mark felt that she was a lonely woman.

"Mark, excuse me for a moment. I'm afraid I need to powder my nose," she said.

Mark smiled to himself. He thought no one ever used the term ‘powder my nose' any more.

"Of course," Mark said getting up from his chair.

Mark retrieved the vial of potion from his pocket and turned it upside down. He wasn't sure if she received the full effect of the potion from his exhaled breath so he decided to give her a second dose. He took the cork out and rubbed the bottom of it around the woman's glass. He felt a pang of guilt as he did this but could not stop what he was doing. He knew he was taking advantage of this woman but could not stop himself. He wanted this woman and perhaps, she wanted him.

Janet returned to the table and smiled at Mark as he got up, helping her to her seat.

She began the conversation. "I'm sure you'll enjoy Victoria Island, Mark," she said. The Empress Hotel is such a grand place. You must do the High Tea there."

After sipping her drink, she licked her lips. "This drink tastes a little odd. It has a peppermint flavor."

Mark did not reply. He continued to study the woman.

"What about you, Mark Livingston. Are you married?" Janet asked.

"No, I'm quite single. I travel so much that it's difficult for me to maintain a meaningful relationship," Mark explained.

"I haven't had a meaningful relationship in my life," she admitted. "I dated a man briefly a few years ago but the relationship went no where."

"Do you mean that you haven't dated since that time?" he asked.

"No, I haven't," she said.

"Janet, you're an attractive woman. I'm surprised you haven't been sought after by a suitor," Mark offered. Janet looked embarrassed after Mark's statement regarding her attractiveness.

"Perhaps, I haven't made myself available," she replied. "I've always been a little shy and not very sociable. Perhaps my introverted personality scares men away," she said looking intently at him.

Janet took another drink and smacked her lips as she were tasting something strange. She began to fidget in her chair.

"Do you know that I have not had a man in such a long time that I can not even remember when the last time was," she admitted almost in a tipsy sort of way.

Mark was surprised at this admission. He had mixed emotions about taking advantage of this woman because he felt some sort of pity for her. He thought she was a lonely woman and he was about to exploit her. He knew the potion was working and was torn about whether he should excuse himself or continue to pursue his plan of seducing her.

Mark noticed that her drink was empty. "Would you like another drink?" he asked.

She looked at him intently and said, "I think I would like to go to your room."

Mark knew the potion had taken effect. He motioned for the waitress to bring the bill. When the bill was presented, he signed it to his room and stood up. They both stood up. Mark picked up her coat and gave it to her. He took Janet by the hand as they walked out of the lounge. She removed her hand from his when they entered the lobby.

She gave a quick glance at the registration counter. There was only one desk person and he seemed pre-occupied with some guest on the telephone. They briskly walked to elevator. The elevator was open and they walked in. Mark pressed his floor number, the door closed and she moved closer to him. He felt her body next to his and she felt warm. He put his arm around her as if to steady her but she appeared to be alert and lucid.

When the door of the elevator opened, Mark quickly escorted her to his room. He took her coat and threw it on one of the chairs. Mark walked to the fireplace and turned it on. The fireplace had an automatic starter with artificial logs. In a few moments, a bright, cheery fire was blazing.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

"I would love a glass of wine," she replied.

Mark opened a bottle of Chardonnay and poured her a glass.

Janet sat on the sofa in front of the fire.

"Mmm," she said gazing into the fire. "Nice. This is so cozy."

He brought the wine to her and sat down next to her with his drink.

"Janet, how do you feel about being here?" he queried.

"I really don't know how to answer that question. I can't explain it, but something compelled me to be here. " she almost whispered.

Mark took the drink from her and put in on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He took her in his arms and brought his face to hers.

"Let me take off my glasses," she said. "I can't see too well without them, but I don't think I'll need them." She removed the glasses and put them on the table. She looked completely different without her glasses.

"Janet, you're a beautiful woman. Do you know that?" Mark asked.

She put her head down embarrassed. "Please don't say that."

"Janet, I mean it. I think you're beautiful. I want you to know that I was quite taken with you from the first time moment I set eyes on you."

He took her in his arms again and brought his face to hers. Their lips met and she eagerly welcomed his kisses. Her lips parted and he entered with his probing tongue. He tasted the wine on her tongue and relished the deliciousness of the moment. Leaving her mouth, he kissed her cheeks, her brow, and the tip of her nose. He kissed her under her chin and down her neck.

She closed her eyes savoring the attention she was receiving from this man. It had been so very long for her.

He moved his hands down to her breasts. She gave no indication of resistance. On the contrary, she moved closer to Mark. He felt her breasts through the sweater and knew they were substantial. They felt so good in his hand. He wanted to see more of them. He continued to kiss her neck and moved his hand to her waist. She was wearing a belt which he unbuckled. He pulled the sweater out of her skirt and put his hand under it. He could feel her trembling in anticipation. He felt her silk slip and felt disappointment there was a garment between his hand and the breast he was seeking.

"Janet, please take off your sweater and skirt. I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good." he stated.

She stood and removed the hairpin from her bun causing her brunette hair to fall below her shoulders. She shook her head as a lady will to straighten her hair. He looked at her in utter amazement. The transformation from a mousy looking woman to an exotic beauty was simply unbelievable to him.

Janet turned her back to Mark and asked, "Please unzip my sweater."

His hands were trembling as he unzipped the sweater. She pulled the sweater over her head. He sat on the sofa and watched in fascination as these delicious moments unfolded.

She turned to him and looked in his eyes. Her hands went down to the button on the back side of the skirt. She unbuttoned the skirt and pulled down the zipper. The skirt dropped to the floor. She sat on the sofa and removed her boots. Standing up once again, she dropped the slip straps off her shoulders and let the slip fall to the floor.

Mark watched her undress and marveled at the beauty before him. His penis had been erect from the moment in walked into the room but now it seemed to get bigger and harder as he watched her. This woman disrobing before him was truly enchanting. She was wearing panty hose. She pulled the hose down exposing her sheer red panties. Mark was somewhat surprised at the panties. He could see her pubic area through the fabric. His hunch regarding her breasts was correct. They were beautiful size 36D breasts. Like her panties, her bra was also red and the nipples were clearly visible.

Mark stood up and removed his sweater and shirt. He was not wearing a tee shirt.

"Sit down next me, Janet," Mark softly instructed.

She complied and Mark took her into his arms again. Her nakedness felt good against his naked chest. He put his hands on her bra and felt the nipple through the thin fabric. She shuddered as he plied the woman's breasts. Their mouths met again and she kissed him very hard.

Mark reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. He pulled the straps off her shoulders fully exposing them. Mark gasped as he looked at the things of beauty. Her breasts seemed as if they were happy to escape the confinement of the bra. They stood out proudly and exotically. His hand went from one breast to the other. He wanted to put his lips on the beautiful things. She wanted him to put his lips on them even more than he did. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing brought on by ecstatic anticipation. Her nipples were cherry red and hard, the delicious center point of her light brown areolas. The breast beckoned his lips and he obliged by lowered them to the nipple. His lips played with the protruding nipple by flicking it with his tongue. He then began to suck it and pull it into his mouth with his lips. He heard her breathing heavily as she let out an animalistic whimper.

"Oh Mark, it's been so long," she almost cried.

"Shh," Mark whispered. "Let me make you feel good."

His hand went between her legs and immediately felt the wetness. Her juices were flowing freely and the crotch of the panties were extremely moist. It was his experience that anyone who was exposed to the potion became very wet. He wasn't sure if this was a coincidence or if the wetness was brought on by the potion.

Mark got up and hurriedly went into the bedroom. He returned with a light blanket. He spread the blanket on the sofa.

"Stand up, Janet," he instructed. She obeyed and stood before him.

He began kissing her tummy while teasing her by rubbing her wet crotch with his fingers. Finally, he pulled her panties down exposing her pussy. She did not shave down there and he loved that. He could feel her trembling in excitement.

Mark continued to kiss her tummy while he moved his hand down to her hair line. He put his arms around her and brought her close while he put his hand on her labia.

"Oh, Mark. Oh, my goodness," she said.

Mark used his index finger to part the puffy lips. He inserted his index finger in the wet opening. He felt her wetness and was turned on by the lubrication. He began to kiss downward.

"Mark, I feel I need to wash myself," Janet said in a pleading voice.

Mark continued his pursuit with his tongue. He sat her down on the sofa and spread her legs.

"Mark, please. Let me wash," she repeated.

Mark continued to ignore her requests. He moved his face between her legs and smelled her musk. He wanted to taste her sex. His tongue found the lips and he licked then entered. He heard her moan and gasp.

"Mark, I've never had a man do this to me," she admitted.

Mark stopped his pleasuring of the woman's pussy. He looked up at her.

"Janet, do you mean to say that you've never had a man make love to you this way?"

"No!" she almost cried out.

Mark stood up and unbuckled his trousers. He allowed the trousers to fall to floor. His erection was evident through his jockey shorts.

He pulled his shorts down exposing his cock. It was rigid and heavy. He took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom.

"Janet, we're going to take a shower together. If you want to wash, let me do it to you," Mark said.

Janet followed Mark into the large, marbled walled bathroom. The bathroom had an oversized bathtub. Mark turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. Janet pulled up her hair and covered it with the hotel furnished shower cap.

Mark looked at her body admiringly. Her body was simply stunning. She had creamy white skin that appeared to have never seen the sun. Her breasts were firm and round with little evidence of sag. She had a flat stomach with womanly hips. Her pubic area was covered with a substantial amount of soft, brown hair. Her buttocks were firm and round. In a word, she was a splendid specimen. Mark thought it was a shame that she hid her beauty by wearing conservative clothes, her hair in bun, large glasses, etc, etc. Mark was proud of himself that he sensed something special in this woman. Now he found that she was practically a virgin. He wondered how much of her passion was attributed to the potion and how much to her true feelings. Mark felt he was unlocking something in this woman.

"Janet, you are simply stunning. I'm sorry I keep repeating this but you are so beautiful."

Janet just smiled. Mark got into the bathtub and Janet followed him. Mark closed the glass door to the enclosure. They allowed the hot water to flow over their bodies. He took her into his arms feeling her beautiful, bountiful breasts against him and kissed her. She responded passionately, hungry for his attention. Their mouths opened and tongues met and played. His hands went to her buttocks and he pressed her into his erection. She reached down and felt his hard penis. She began to stroke it as they kissed.

Mark reached for the perfumed liquid soap and put some in his palm. He moved from under the shower stream and began to lather her body. Mark rubbed the soap in her breasts and felt the nipples respond to his fondling. The nipples stuck out through the soapy suds. He could not resist. He stooped down and kissed the breasts. First the right one and then the left .He loved the heavy feeling of her breasts in his hands. He turned her around and soaped her back.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," she purred.

Mark dropped his hands to her buttocks and began soaping between the cheeks. His hand kept going downward through the crack until he reached her labia. He began washing between her legs and he heard her gasp and moan. His finger entered the canal and he fingered her for several seconds. He searched and found the clit and began stimulating the organ into excitement.

"Oh, my God! I'm climaxing Mark. I'm climaxing! I can't remember when I last climaxed! I forgot what it felt like!" she almost screamed in ecstasy.

He kissed the back of her neck. "Please put soap on me Janet," he asked.

She took the bottle of liquid soap and began soaping him, beginning with his chest. She applied the soap lovingly.

"You have a nice body, Mark," she said as she applied the soap.

She soaped his chest and stomach. Mark's hard on was very pronounced and he wanted her to touch it. He gently brought her hand to it. She complied by taking the organ in her soapy hand. She soaped the cock and gently rubbed the testicles. Mark wanted her to suck his manhood and gently pushed her down.

"Mark, I have never done this but I want to do this to you," she admitted.

The hot shower stream hit their bodies. She got on her knees and took the cock in her hand. She moved her face closer to it tentatively. Mark pushed his pelvis closer to her and she opened her mouth and took him.

Janet had never felt a cock in her mouth. She liked the softness of the skin combined with the hardness of the cock. She was not sure how she should pleasure him but instinct took over. She began sucking and licking Mark's soapy cock.

"It tastes soapy!" she giggled. "But it feels good in my mouth." She continued to pleasure Mark for a few minutes. Mark was getting close to a climax but he did not want to have an orgasm just yet. He wanted to prolong this wonderful feeling. But he remembered he had his special capsules that the Blackthorn family gave him. The capsule contained a special mixture of herbs that gives the male amazing sexual restorative powers. Mark found he would be restored in a matter of minutes after taking the capsule. Mark knew that he would cum before he got out of the tub but was reassured that he would be restored. He wanted to maximize this encounter with Janet.

"Janet, turn around. I want to enter you from behind. Just spread your legs darling," he instructed.

She turned around, bent over and spread her legs. Mark moved his hands over her soapy back and buttocks. He put his hand between her legs and soaped her pubic area. Mark moved closer to her, feeling her slit with his fingers. Using his fingers as a guide, he slipped the head of his cock between the labia. Mark then gently pushed in her and heard her gasp.

"Are you all right?" he asked concerned.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine. It feels so good...so wonderful Mark. Please give me more of you," she responded anxiously.

He continued to enter her. The sensation of him entering her was wonderful. She was very tight and he had the feeling that he was taking her virginity. In a sense, he was.

Janet felt him enter her. It was hard for her to imagine that this was really happening to her. She had masturbated before and used various objects to stimulate herself. But this feeling was sublime. He felt so delicious in her. She was sure that she climaxed once or twice already but wasn't sure because her sensations were like one constant orgasm. His organ was large but comfortable to her. This man was different from men she had known. She had intercourse before but nothing like this. The prior intercourse was always a big disappointment to her. It was always over so quick...before she really got started. This man seemed intent on pleasuring her. He was considerate and gentle. She reveled in this encounter but did not seem to understand how it all started. She tried to reflect on how it began. As usual, she her guard up but her caution was thrown to the wind after the first drink. Suddenly, the overwhelming and uncontrollable desire to be with this man overtook her and she could not help herself.

Mark felt the water spraying over his body as he penetrated Janet. He used slow, hard strokes and felt her tightness around his rock hard organ. Mark knew that he was close, very close to climax and picked up the pace. As he thrust, slapping sounds resonated in the enclosed tub. His testicles began to draw up and he felt his penis become ultra sensitive in preparation for the explosion.

He felt wonderful in her. Janet moved back into Mark as he thrust relishing the delicious feeling. She loved it when he reached under and played with her breasts as he thrust in her. She felt her clit respond each time he withdrew and thrust again. She moved down on it in order to feel make it rub against Mark's organ.

"Oh, my God!" Mark almost yelled. "Oh Janet, I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming. You feel so good Janet." Mark exploded his semen into her. First one spurt, then the second and the third. He continued slowly thrusting making sure every drop had been expended.

Janet felt his cock engorge in her vaginal canal. She climaxed as he thrust and sent his semen in her. She swore that she could feel the hot sperm fill her pussy. She tightened around the member, not wanting him to extract it from her. Her legs felt weak and she was almost in a state of collapse but she wanted more from this man.

They rinsed off and stepped out of the tub. He toweled her off and she did the same to him. She took off her shower cap and allowed her hair to fall freely. He bent over and kissed her and loved the smell of her. The perfumed soap lingered on both of them.

They both put on the terry robes furnished by the hotel and walked to living room. The fire was blazing. Mark poured two glasses of wine. The moment was perfect for both of them and Janet wished the evening would never end. They sat on the sofa with Mark's arm around Janet. Mark suddenly thought about something.

"Janet, I forgot to ask you if you are taking any type of birth control bill," Mark asked.

Janet was touched that he would be concerned about her. "Don't worry, I'll take the morning after pill. They are the birth control measure of choice here in Canada and are dispensed with a prescription."

"Good," Mark replied as he kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Mark, you've made me feel like a woman again," she said. "I didn't realize that it could be like this. What am I going to do when you leave?"

"Janet, I'll come back as frequently as I can. I don't want this to be a one time affair," he said seriously.

Janet cuddled closer to him and Mark wanted to be ready for her again. He got up from the sofa and went into the bathroom and opened his shaving kit. He took the bottle of restorative capsules he received from the Blackthorn family and opened it. He removed one capsule and consumed it with about ¼ glass of water. He went back to Janet on the sofa.

She immediately moved closer to him and took the initiative. She reached in his robe and felt for his cock. It was still flaccid in her hand. As she played with the organ, he undid the belt of her robe and the garment opened exposing her breasts. He loved the feel of her in his hand. They felt so heavy and inviting.

"You're getting harder. I can tell," she advised.

"I know I'm getting harder because you are so beautiful and sexy," he replied.

"I love your hands on my breasts," she said.

"You're breasts are as close to perfection as they can be my sweet, sweet lady," he replied. "I can't seem to keep my hand and lips off of them."

By this time, he was semi-erect again. The capsule was working as advertised.

She began to lovingly caress Mark's organ. She stroked it slowly and took pleasure in feeling it respond to her touches. She bent over and kissed it. She opened her lips slightly and dropped down on the head, feeling the ridge. Her lips clamped down and she slowly withdrew and inserted the head between her tight lips. The sensation was almost overwhelming to Mark. Janet allowed the organ to penetrate deeply in her mouth. She felt him move his pelvis toward her making the organ go in deep as she sucked it lovingly.

Mark closed is eyes in rapture as Janet performed fellatio on him. If this was the first time she ever engaged in this sex act, she certainly learned quickly. He thought about Janet and her transformation. If was analogous to a caterpillar turning into a butterfly or an ugly duckling evolving into a graceful swan. He wondered about the potion and whether it was the only reason for the woman being in his room, in his arms, and making loving to him. Or was it something else that just lay dormant and was awakened by Mark himself. He was sure it was a combination of both and he had no regrets for using the potion. The woman seemed genuinely happy to be with him.

"Let's go the bedroom, Janet," Mark softly said.

Janet reluctantly allowed the Mark's cock to be withdrawn from her mouth. She walked with him, hand in hand, to the bedroom.

Mark pulled the covers back from the bed. The white bed sheets looked crisp and inviting. He removed his robe then hers. They both laid down, enjoying the feel of each other's warm body.

Mark put his hand between her legs and felt her wetness. He wanted to taste her again. He began by kissing her breasts and stomach.

Janet closed her eyes as Mark showered her body with kisses. She felt her own wetness and wanted him in her. But she knew that he would pleasure her with his tongue before putting his cock in. The feeling she was experiencing was the most wonderful sensation of her life. She put her hands on Mark's body as he moved downward to her pubic area.

Mark smelled the perfumed soap on her and mixed with the odors of her wetness, was intoxicated by the aromas. His face felt the pubic hair and ran his fingers through it. Her inner thighs were moist from her secretions and Mark began to lick them. He saw the labia pouting through the hair. The lips were engorged to the maximum, nature's way of preparing the female organ for penetration of the male organ.

He licked and tasted the musky secretion. He pursed his lips and kissed the distended labia. His tongue found her slit and he opened it by inserting his tongue. The clit was clearly evident under the protective hood. It was as erect as his own cock. He put his lips on the tiny organ and began to suck and flick. He felt her respond and heard her shriek in delight. Mark knew that clitoral stimulation was the primary cause of climax in a woman, not penetration of the vagina. She was experiencing a series of constant orgasms, one after another, rising in intensity. He wanted to be in her.

He knelt between her legs and she spread for him. With his cock in hand he approached the hairy love box. He inserted the head and pushed in. The organ went in smoothly, enjoying the lubrication. His cock fully penetrated her until his testicles were resting against her buttocks. He felt her put her hands around his buttocks and push him in.

Janet felt the organ go in her. He was so big in her and she constricted around him.

"Mark, darling, you feel sooooo good in me!" she exclaimed. "I want this to last forever."

Mark began the piston-like motion of lovemaking. He slowly penetrated then withdrew until just the head remained. He then thrust firmly in her. It went like this for several minutes.

Janet felt the slow in and out thrusts of Mark's cock. She wanted him to go faster and harder. She moved up and down under him encouraging him to quicken his pace. Her urge was maddening and the only relief was faster and harder thrusts from this man.

Mark complied by quickening the pace. He placed Janet's legs on his shoulders. Mark picked up the pace of his lovemaking thrusts.

For a full minute, he rapidly thrust in and out of her. Her breasts were heaving and moving in rhythm to his in and out movements. Her eyes were tightly closed and her face was contorted in pleasure.

Mark rolled off of her and onto his back. He pulled her to him and asked her to sit on his stomach. He could feel her wetness between her legs. She rubbed her pussy on his stomach as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. Janet bent over and began sucking on Mark's nipples. She rubbed her swollen labia on his stomach as if to satisfy an itch.

Janet could stand it no longer. She needed Mark's hardness in her. She raised her bottom above Mark's erection and lowered, impaling herself on the organ. She blissfully felt the cock go in her and the feeling was sublime. She now felt she was in control and her lust was built up to a fever pitch. She began to move up and down aggressively on Mark's cock, feeling the hardness penetrate fully in her vaginal canal. She adjusted her body so that she enhanced the stimulation of her clitoris. Feeling the head of the cock rubbing her sex button was giving her an intense pleasure she had never experienced.

Mark looked in wonderment at the woman on top of her. Was this the same woman he met two days ago? He was totally amazed.

Janet continued to pleasure herself on Mark's organ wondering if she could ever be fully satisfied. She wanted more and more of him.

Mark pulled her down to him so that her breasts were close enough to suck. He opened his mouth and put the cherry red nipple between his lips. He tugged on it, feeling the rigidity of the appendage. The woman continued to move up and down on him. He felt he had total control since his first climax. After satisfying the nipple which was now distended, he moved to the other one. With her hand on the breast, she guided the nipple to his mouth. He gladly accepted the gum-drop sized nipple and began sucking and tugging at it.

Mark pushed Janet back so that she almost lying down on legs. He looked at his cock deep in Janet's pussy. He had a clear view of the protruding clit and he began to rub it with his thumb as he thrust in her. This gave Janet maximum stimulation of her sensitive sex organ. She now was reaching even loftier heights of passion.

Mark instructed Janet to lay on her back once again. He mounted her, feeling her breasts close to his chests. He brought his lips to hers and they kissed passionately while making furious love to each other. Their tongues played with each other as his organ thrust lovingly in her. He was close to climax once again. He stuck his tongue deep in her mouth as he frenetically thrust.

She felt him harden inside of her and knew it was the prelude to his climax. She held on tightly to him concerned that this may be the last time she held him this way.

She knew he was climaxing and felt his orgasmic spasms.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," he said each time as he thrust and expended his semen into her.

He rolled off her and onto his back. They were both exhausted. Mark pulled the covers over them and they quietly held each other in the afterglow of the lovemaking session.

They stayed in a lover's embrace for thirty minutes or so. All of sudden, Mark was famished.

"I'm going to call for room service. What would you like?" Mark asked.

"Just a sandwich would do fine," she replied.

Mark got out of bed, put on his robe and ordered two club sandwiches. Janet lingered a while longer in bed until she heard the knock on the door indicating that the room service meal had arrived. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

The waiter carried the tray to the table and Mark gave him a $10. tip. A few minutes later, Janet emerged from the bathroom. She was dressed, had her hair pulled up in a bun and was wearing her large framed eyeglasses. She had reverted to the first Janet he had met. However, she had a glow about her. She walked in and kissed Mark tenderly.

They sat down and ate their sandwiches and drank wine quietly.

"Mark, I want you know that I had the most wonderful evening of my life. I will never forget what happened tonight. I know you're leaving in a day or two but you'll be in my thoughts always," she said almost tearfully. "You have been so kind and gentle. Most of all you have been such a wonderful lover. I've experienced things tonight that I'll never forget. Thank you."

"Janet, I said it before and I'll say it again. You are a most remarkable and beautiful woman. You have so much to offer. I wish you much happiness in your future because you deserve it. I will come back to you and I'll come back soon," Mark truthfully declared. "I just hope you feel the same way toward me when I return." Mark thought about the potion and wondered if she would feel the same way after the effects of potion wore off.

"Why wouldn't I?" she replied. "I am already missing you," she said.

"I truly hope so Janet. I want to be your friend and possibly more," Mark said. "Will you promise to keep in touch with me?"

"Of course I will," Janet replied. She looked at her watch. "I really have two cats that need feeding. "Thank you again for a wonderful evening. When are you leaving Vancouver?"

"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow," he replied. "I'm going to Vancouver Island and take in some sights. Why don't you come with me?"

I would love to but I'm afraid I can't. I depend on this job and I just can't off right now. Perhaps we can plan a trip together in the future," she offered.

"I've got a better idea. I will arrange for you to visit Texas. Would that be okay with you?" he asked.

"That would be wonderful," she smiled in reply.

She went up and kissed his hard knowing that she may never see him again.

Mark escorted her to the door and kissed her again. She briskly walked down the hall to the elevator.

*****

Mark was on his way back to Texas after a wonderful trip to Victoria, the country's capital on Vancouver Island. He closed his eyes and his thoughts were with Janet. He vowed he would have a reunion with this remarkable woman and hoped that the flame that was kindled by the love potion would be rekindled someday without it. He closed his eyes again and drifted to sleep with a smile on his face thinking about Janet.

The End.

Stay tuned for Part 6 of the Love Potion.