Part 6

Mark looked at the bottle of potion and saw there were only enough in the vial for maybe two more episodes. He wondered if he could find the little shop in Bangkok where he had purchased the potion several months ago. The potion was so important to Mark that he would make a special trip to Bangkok to replenish his supply. He felt comforted there was potion remaining and he wondered how and when he would use it again. He would be very judicious in using the potion and wanted to maximize the benefit derived from the precious liquid.

Mark finished packing and carefully put the vial containing the potion in his shaving kit. For added safety, he wrapped it in tissue paper. His next assignment was in San Francisco. An international company named Pyramid Construction Limited was building a new skyscraper in the downtown area. Concrete specifications were absolutely critical given the ever present earthquake exposure. They needed Mark's expertise and were ready to pay him very handsomely for it.

Mark enjoyed going to the Bay Area. First of all, he enjoyed the weather. Mark was from Austin, Texas and appreciated the temperate climate of San Francisco. Secondly, he enjoyed the scenic beauty of the area and had many activities to enjoy in the city when he wasn't working. He loved going to Fisherman's Wharf to partake of the seafood and other culinary pleasures.

Mark was instructed by his able assistant, Teri Dixon to report to a Mr. S. Chen, the company's Senior Vice President. The address was in an office building near Nob Hill, a very affluent section in town. Mark was pleased that the company office was so close to his hotel. The firm furnished Mark a room at his favorite hotel, The Fairmont. The hotel was world-renowned with its reputation for impeccable service. Mark loved the hotel because it was located near Union Square and Fisherman's Wharf. The famous cable cars were just outside the hotel. Mark checked in to the hotel at 6:30 p.m. the day before his appointment. His room was on the tenth floor and afforded him a great view of the city and bay. He was very pleased with his accommodations.
 

Mark's appointment with Mr. S. Chen was scheduled to take place the next morning at 10:00 a.m. Mark had a rental car but decided he would take a taxi to his appointment. It was a ten minute taxi ride and the driver seemed perturbed with the short fare. Mark gave him a five buck tip and that seemed to make the cabbie happy.

Mark entered the building and looked at his notes. The office was in Suite 1201. He got in the elevator and pushed in the 20th floor button. The elevator door opened to the lobby of Pyramid Construction. Mark walked up to the receptionist and introduced himself.

"I'm Mark Livingston with Livingston Consulting. I'm here to see Mr. Chen," Mark announced.

The receptionist smiled at him and said, "Welcome to San Francisco Mr. Livingston. Lisa is expecting you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought it was Mr. Chen," Mark responded.

"That's all right. But I can assure you that Lisa Chen is really a woman," the receptionist replied smiling. "Won't you have seat? I'll inform Lisa that you're here."

Mark sat down, picked up an Architectural Digest magazine from the end table next to his chair and began leafing through it. In a few minutes, Lisa Chen came to the reception area to greet Mark.

"Mr. Livingston! So nice to meet you. We've heard so much about you and your area of expertise!" the woman declared.

Mark was momentarily speechless as he got up to shake her hand. First of all, he was not expecting that Mr. Chen was a woman and secondly, he was not expecting such a beautiful woman.

"My name is Lisa Chen," she said shaking his hand. "Come. Let me show you around."

The Asian woman had shoulder length black hair and classic oriental looks. She had high cheekbones and beautiful oval eyes. Her beauty was stunning and Mark could not help but stare at her features. Her cheekbones were accented by makeup blush. Her eyes were dewy brown, bright looking and almond shaped. Her nose was not typical oriental. It was more Caucasian than Asian and Mark wondered if she had her nose fixed. Her lips were full and almost pouting. She stood about five feet, nine inches and was slender. She had small but nicely proportioned breasts. It was difficult for Mark to estimate her age but he guessed her to be in her mid-thirties. According to Mark's assessment, she was movie star quality. She was wearing a mauve colored blouse and tan skirt that came half up her thighs. On her feet were tan colored, high heeled pumps. She wasn't wearing hose on her tanned legs.

Mark followed the lovely Asian woman as she led him around the office showing him the different departments. The office was a large one and everyone seemed very busy. There were several rooms containing drafting tables with several people bending over them reviewing blueprints. After the cook's tour, Lisa Chen invited him to her office.

Lisa Chen's office was decorated beautifully. The office was large and offered a view of San Francisco Bay. There were flowers throughout the office and the decor was decidedly oriental and feminine. Lisa's desk was an exquisite piece of furniture with hand carvings of dragons on each side. The dark wood appeared to be teak or some type of exotic wood.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" Lisa asked.

"Water would be fine," Mark replied.

Lisa went to the bar area of her office and opened the small refrigerator. She retrieved two bottles of water and gave one to Mark.
 

"Please have a seat," Lisa said motioning Mark to the sofa. She sat in a chair facing Mark. When she sat down, she crossed her legs and Mark could not help but notice her substantially exposed thighs.

"Is your hotel room okay?" she asked.

"It is absolutely perfect. Thank you for arranging such a beautiful view," Mark replied.

"Wonderful. We requested that particular suite and I'm glad it was available," she said. "You're from Austin. I've been to Austin and I love the city. When I was there, I ran along Town Lake every morning. I really enjoyed it." Town Lake was located in the middle of downtown Austin and had a popular jogging and bicycle trail that ran around it.

Lisa Chen was the daughter of the owner, Lee Chen. Mr. Chen made a fortune in the construction business in Hong Kong and moved his offices to the United States in 1975 with his wife and two sons. Lee Chen was a naturalized U. S. citizen. Lisa was born in the United States in 1981 and of course, was an American citizen. She received her Bachelor's Degree from Harvard University. She attended Stanford and received her Masters and PhD there. All of Mr. Chen's children worked for the firm with the two sons taking care of business in Europe and Asia. Lisa was Mr. Chen's main person in the United States.

Mark was enthralled by this woman's exotic beauty. Her uncommon beauty combined with her supremely confident manner made her a creature to behold. Mark stared at her in wonderment and thought what a tremendous advantage she would have when calling on potential clients. Who would deny an audience to a woman as beautiful as Lisa Chen? Mark was already thinking about his love potion as he sat in her office.

Mark spent around an hour in the office with Lisa Chen. She gave him a summary of their construction plans and a file containing information he would need for his work on the project. After meeting with Mark, Lisa said she wanted him to meet one of the key people on the project he would be working with.

"I want you meet our chief engineer, Todd Westfield," Lisa said. "You'll be working with Todd on the project. I need to catch a flight to L.A. tonight for a meeting I have tomorrow. I'll see you the day after tomorrow."

Lisa went to her phone and dialed Todd's extension and asked him to come to her office. In a few minutes Todd walked into her office. Lisa introduced Mark to Todd Westfield. After a few minutes of chatting, Mark followed Todd to his office to begin work on the project.

In a way, Mark was disappointed that his meeting with this remarkable woman was over and was already looking forward to seeing her again the day after tomorrow. Mark was sure that he would be finished with his work in a couple of days and wondered if he would have the opportunity to spend time with her outside of the office. He already decided that he would ask to dinner. Perhaps it was Lisa's plan to take him to dinner but that was wishful thinking. Mark thought about the love potion again. He was sure he would use it on this lady and he felt a stirring in his loins just thinking about ravishing this Asian beauty.

Mark spent the rest of the day going over the plans of the project with Todd. Mark estimated that he would be finished with his specifications in a few days. More plans would be available for his review tomorrow. For today his work was done. At 5:30 p.m., Todd gave Mark a ride to the hotel.

*****

After checking his voice mail and freshening up, Mark decided to take a walk around the area. It was 6:15 p.m. He thought it would be fun to take the cable car down to Fisherman's Wharf and then walk around. He put on a light jacket and headed outside. The ever present doorman held the hotel entrance door open for him and tipped his hat. Mark walked toward to the cable car stop, a short walking distance from the hotel. His timing was perfect because the cable car was just approaching. He smiled as he watched the cable car clang to a noisy stop. Mark got in for the ride down the hill. The cable car traveled past Chinatown and Lombard Street, the windiest road in America. The cable car continued it's downward trip to Fisherman's Wharf.

Mark walked around the wharf area which was filled with tourists from all the world. He looked into the bay and saw Alcatraz Island. It appeared so close and he thought about the history of the prison and it's prisoners who tried to escape by swimming to freedom only to die in the cold water fraught with terrible currents. After walking around for several minutes, Mark selected a seafood restaurant that had been recommended by the Concierge. He had a delicious dinner of Bouillabaisse (fish stew) and sour dough French bread. For dessert he had an Irish Coffee and a piece of strawberry cheesecake.

It was around 7:45 p.m. when Mark walked out of the restaurant into the chilly San Francisco evening. The weather was invigorating to him and he felt like walking. He set out at a brisk pace along the waterfront. For no apparent reason he took a left onto a street which was somewhat deserted except for a few bars. The bars looked as if they catered to the locals.

He went past a storefront and heard music coming from inside. In the window was a sign that said Revival Tonight 8 p.m.- Come Hear Sister Rebecca! - Everyone Welcome. He peered in the window and saw that the store was set up with rows of folding chairs. There were many empty chairs but Mark estimated that around twenty or thirty people were attending. Curiosity got the best of him and he went into the establishment.

A very plain looking woman in a black satin robe came up to him smiling and said, "Welcome. Please have a seat. Sister Rebecca will join us in a few minutes."

Mark was not a particularly religious person and he wasn't sure what compelled him to enter the revival site.

"I heard the music and I was just curious," Mark said. He looked around and saw the music was coming out of two large speakers located on each side of the room. There was a faded burgundy colored velour-type curtain in the front of the room. On the curtain was a large wooden cross. In front of the curtain was a lectern with a spot light shining down on it from track lights situated above on the ceiling.

"We're glad you came in," the lady stated. "Just have a seat anywhere. Make yourself at home. Help yourself to refreshments if you wish." Her attention was directed to some other people who entered the revival site.

Mark did not want to stay but for some reason, he was curious about the revival. He had watched revivals on television and was somewhat cynical about revival preachers. He wondered what Sister Rebecca would look like. He looked around the room and saw the people attending were a mixture of male and female. Some of them appeared to be street people who apparently wanted to get out of the chilly night. He noticed that there were refreshments consisting of coffee and donuts on a table near the entrance. Mark sat on the back row and listened to the taped gospel music. Suddenly, the music stopped. The spot light over the podium went out. The spiritual song Jesus Draw Me Close began playing. The curtain began moving and from behind it came Sister Rebecca. It was quite dark up front and Mark could not see what she looked like so he strained forward in his seat.

Sister Rebecca made her way to lectern and the spot light came back on illuminating her presence.

"Halleluiah! Welcome Brothers and Sisters!" she exclaimed.

Several in the crowd yelled out "Halleluiah!"

"Today, is the first day of the rest of your lives!" she exclaimed.

Mark looked at the woman. She was wearing a white flowing robe. Her hair was long and completely white. The hair did not match her face because she looked fairly young. Her face was pale as if she did not venture into the sunlight very often. But she was very attractive. At least Mark thought she was. Her eyes were light blue and Mark noticed that she wore eye makeup. Her lips were painted bright red.

Sister Rebecca took the microphone in her hand and walked out front. Mark thought that the microphone really was not needed since the room was quite small and only partially full. In any event, Sister Rebecca walked around as if the room contained hundreds of people.

Mark leaned forward to see her better. She appeared to be in her mid thirties or early forties. The white rope cord around her waist was pulled tightly and Mark could discern a shapely woman beneath the robe. The woman was tall..close to six feet. When she smiled, she revealed beautiful white teeth.

She walked back to the lectern and picked up a bible. She opened it to a certain section and studied it for a moment. She then began to preach to the crowd about the sins of the depraved world we all lived in. She preached against the sins of gluttony and excess that surrounded us. As she spoke, she looked at the people before her as if studying them. There were many "Amens!" She then made eye contact with Mark. Mark stood out in the crowd because he was the only person who appeared to be out of place. Unlike most people there, Mark was well dressed and one could tell that he certainly was not a street person. Mark felt her eyes make contact with his and he felt compelled to look away for some reason. He quickly looked up again and saw she was still staring at him. He felt the connection between her and him. He wasn't mesmerized but she certainly commanded his attention. Then, she blinked her eyes and looked elsewhere, resuming her preaching to the sparse crowd.

The woman spoke for about an hour. At times she was loud and forceful in her mannerism. But mostly, she spoke softly and her delivery was very pleasing to Mark. He sat watching her transfixed. He wondered how a woman such as this would become involved in this type of work. When the sermon was over, a basket was passed around. Mark put in a twenty dollar bill. After the sermon, many people went to the table and helped themselves to the remaining coffee and donuts. Mark stepped outside, and began walking back to Fisherman's Wharf.

Mark pulled the collar of his jacket up and felt the cold chill. It had been quite warm at the Revival and now the cold, damp weather made it seem colder than it really was. Mark began walking and turned down an alley. He stopped and looked around disoriented as to what direction he was walking. Then he noticed two young men walking toward him and Mark suddenly felt a pang of fear. It was dark and he was in this dark alley. The two young men walked past Mark. Mark kept walking, not really knowing where he was going.

Then he heard, "Hey man! Where you goin? You lost?"

Mark stopped and turned around. "I'm not lost. I'm fine."

"You look fuckin' lost, man!" the other guy said.

"You got any money, dude?" one asked.

Mark did not reply. His heart was pounding.

The two men began walking toward Mark. "I bet you got a lot a fuckin' money!"

Mark began to panic. His heart was racing wildly. He wasn't sure if he should begin running or stay and fight. He looked at the two young thugs and did not see any weapon. Mark decided he would kick one in the groin the try to elbow the other one. He heard that using your elbow was a lot better than using your hand. The punks began to close in on Mark. Suddenly, the lights of a car shone and the horn blew. The thugs looked at the approaching car and began running leaving Mark standing there, staring into the headlights of the car. Mark put his hand to his eyes trying to shield the bright beams from blinding him. The door of the car opened.

"Come here!" a woman's voice said.

Mark walked toward the voice. He saw that the car was a limo as he continued to walk toward the woman's voice.

"What are you doing here by yourself? This is not a good place to walking alone!" she asked in a chastising tone.

Mark was still slightly blinded from the headlights.

"I got lost," Mark said squinting at the bright lights. Then he saw who the woman was. It was Sister Rebecca! "Your timing is great. Thanks a lot!"

"It's quite obvious that you're lost. This really is not an area that you should be walking alone. There are a lot of waterfront bars in this area and some mean characters make their home around here. Get in. I'll take you home," Sister Rebecca said.

Mark got in the limo and noticed that the lady in the black robe who greeted him was driving the limo. The limo was an older vintage Lincoln Continental. He got in the back seat with Sister Rebecca.

"Where are you staying?" Rebecca asked.

"At the Fairmont Hotel," Mark replied.

"What are you doing down here?" she asked.

"I just wanted to take in some sights but most of all, I felt like a walk," he answered.

"What made you to attend the revival tonight?" Rebecca queried.

"Just curious," he replied.

"You were the one who put in the twenty, right?" Rebecca asked.

"Yes."

"You care for a drink?" Rebecca asked. "Name it and I've got it."

Mark looked at the portable bar build into the seat. "How about a Vodka and Tonic?"

"You got it," she replied as she retrieved two small pony bottles of Vodka and handed one to him. She opened an 8 oz bottle of tonic, and took two plastic glasses out of the portable bar. "Sorry, I don't have ice or lime," she said.

"That's okay," Mark said.

Mark opened up the bottle and poured it in the glass. He held the glass to Rebecca as she poured some tonic in it. Rebecca opened her bottle of vodka and poured it in her glass. She topped it with just a splash of tonic.

"God bless," she said holding her drink up in a toast.

"God bless, Mark replied.

Rebecca pushed a button and an opaque glass partition separating the back seat passengers from the driver went up.

"Do you want to see some of San Francisco's sights?" she asked.

"Sure," Mark replied.

Rebecca pressed the intercom button and spoke to the driver. "Alice, just drive around honey. We want to show Mark some of the sights,"

The dome light dimly illuminated the back seat. Mark saw that Rebecca was wearing a long, black dress that buttoned up in the front. The dress was form fitting and Mark could not help but notice she was quite shapely. She was wearing black sandals and Mark saw that her toenails were painted bright red. He noticed that she had a tattoo of a small cross on the inside of her ankle. Mark also noticed that Rebecca had just about finished her vodka.

"Well, you know my name is Rebecca. What's yours?" she asked.

"Mark. Mark Livingston."

"Where are you from Mark?"

"Austin, Texas."

"Ah, Texas. Good revival state!"

"What brings you to San Francisco?"

Mark explained why he was there.

"How did you get involved with revivals?" Mark asked.

Rebecca smiled. "My husband was a well known evangelist in California for many years. He was a private pilot and flew his own plane to the revival sites. Five years ago his plane crashed while in route to a revival site in Simi Valley, California. Normally, I would have been on that plane but I had business that required me to stay in town that day. My plans were to take a commercial flight after I attended to business. I think it was the Lord sparing me to do his work. My husband left me with a sizeable life insurance policy that enabled me to be financially sound for the rest of my life. I decided to dedicate myself to preaching the good word of the Lord and that is why I'm involved in the revival business, as you put it. We don't make any money from the revivals. I subsidize much of the expense with my own funds. This keeps me busy and I love being involved in this type of work. I bought the store where we had tdhe meeting tonight a few years ago. It was a little supermarket at one time." She reached for another bottle of vodka and twisted the metal cap off. She poured the clear liquid into her glass and splashed a bit of tonic on top.

"No kids?" he asked.

"One. He is an Ensign in the Navy. He's an aviator. He has the love of aviation from his father, I guess," she replied.

"You've never thought about remarrying?" Mark asked.

"Heavens no. Men seem to be intimidated by me. I date occasionally," she said. "How about you? Are you married or do you have a significant other?" she asked sipping her drink and looking at him intently.

"I'm single but someday I want to settle down. My business keeps me moving around too much," he explained.

Mark noticed that they were now driving over the Golden Gate Bridge. The bridge was beautifully illuminated and he could see the city's skyline.

He felt the vial in his pocket. When he left his hotel room, he slipped the vial in his pocket for some inexplicable reason. Maybe it was divine providence he thought. Should he or shouldn't he? He looked at her and felt an excitement growing in him. Her breasts seemed to be straining against the front buttons of the garment. She had one leg crossed over the other and he could see the contours of her long,shapely leg through the fabric. He could her nipples protruding. This was a very attractive woman and something about her was extremely alluring to Mark. He thought about the potion and felt a pang of guilt. Then he thought back to the old man who sold him the potion and what he said. ‘Potion make woman do what they want to do in first place.'

Wicked and lascivious thoughts were racing through his mind. He slipped in hand in his pocket and felt the small vial. He fingered the small glass cylinder, then removed it from his pocket.

Rebecca got on the intercom again and gave instructions to the driver where she should drive. While she was doing this, Mark removed the cork from the vial and licked the bottom of it. He immediately felt the burst of the potion on his tongue. He quickly replaced the cork and put the vial back in his shirt pocket. He began to discretely blow his breath toward Rebecca.

"Did you just take a breath mint?" she asked. "I smell something minty."

"I just put a Tic Tac in my mouth," he lied.

In about five minutes, Mark noticed the telltale signs. She was beginning to get fidgety. Mark watched her in the dim light. She took three or four quick sips of her drink and finally drained the glass. She turned to Mark and stared at him.

"Do you know you're an attractive man Mark," she quietly murmured.

Mark did not know how to reply so he said, "You're a very lovely woman Rebecca."

There was a long, awkward pause and then she said "I haven't had a man in a long time. I almost forgot what it feels like to have a man hold me in his arms."

"Would you like me to hold you?" Mark asked.

"Yes," she murmurred.

Mark looked out of the window and saw that a fog was rolling in. The headlights of the limo seemed to cut a swath through the haze.

Mark was continually amazed at the effectiveness of the invaluable potion he possessed.

"Come closer to me," he instructed reaching out to her.

Rebecca slid over the seat until she was close to him. He took her in his arms and felt the warmness of her body next to him. He heard her heavy breathing and smelled the vodka on her breath.

She faced him and their lips slowly met. Mark knew that she would receive another dose of the potion when they kissed. Their lips pressed and she opened her mouth welcoming his tongue. Mark tasted a curious mixture of the potion and the vodka and tonic. Mark felt her tongue probing for his. Their tongues played with each other teasingly. As they kissed, Mark's hand went to her left breast. He felt the heaviness of it in his hand and it felt good to him. He wanted to touch bare skin. Mark thought about his surroundings. It had been many years since he had made love in the back seat of car. Mark had no idea where they were in San Francisco and frankly did not care.

Rebecca felt his hand on her breast. She could not remember when she had been this excited. She began to unbutton the front of her dress.

He held her close as she unbuttoned the garment. Mark slipped his hand inside and felt her bra filled breasts. Her nipples were protruding and his fingers played with them. Her breasts were large and heavy. His hand went inside one of the bra cups and he heard her moan as his hand touched the sensitive nipple. He felt the appendage immediately become erect to his touch.

She moved her hand behind his head and pushed him down to her breast. He hungrily took the nipple between his lips and began sucking it. His manhood was straining to escape its confinement as he excited the nipples with his mouth.

Rebecca unbuttoned the dress down to her waist and Mark pulled the garment off her shoulders. She reached behind and unfastened the bra, freeing her lovely orbs. They were large but surprisingly firm and Mark loved the feel of them in his hand. He resumed his suckling of the breasts. Her heard her moans of pleasure.

His hands started exploring downward. He slowly guided his hand under her dress and she opened her legs inviting his intimate caresses. He felt bare leg and for some reason was surprised that she was not wearing hose. His hand went to her knee and then her thigh. Her legs were firm and did not have the least trace of flabbiness. He continued to hear her heavy sighs and breathing. As he pursued the woman's wetness, he felt her hand go to his crotch.

"You're so hard. I feel you through your pants," she whispered in a barely audible voice.

"You make me hard," he said while he kissed her neck and continued his pursuit with his hand.

His hand went to her panties and he immediately felt the wetness between her legs. Her inner thighs were already moist, an indication of her excitement and oozing from her love box. He slipped his finger inside the panty and felt her dense, curly pubic hair.

"Oh God, Mark! Oh my dear Lord. Thank you. Thank you Lord!" she exclaimed as he probed her pussy.

"I want to be a naughty girl tonight," she declared with authority.

"You are being naughty," he smiled.

"I needed this," she said. "Let me feel you." She began to unzip his fly and reached in for Mark's cock.

"Oh, this feels so good in my hand," she declared. She slipped the organ out of the fly and began stroking it.

"May I kiss it?" she asked.

Mark thought that it was strange that she would ask such a question.

"Yes, you may," he answered.

Rebecca bent over and studied Mark's erection intently. She stroked it hard five or six times before putting the organ to her lips and kissing it.

"May I put it in my mouth?" she asked.

"Yes, you may," replied.

Rebecca opened her mouth and allowed the organ between her lips.

"Mmm. You taste good," she said as she began sucking the cock noisily as if she were making up for lost time.

She allowed the cock to slip out of her mouth for a moment and said, "My husband used to love when I orally satisfied him. I haven't done this in years." Rebecca went back to sucking Mark's organ as Mark leaned back into the leather limo seat with his eyes closed. After several minutes of being pleasured, Mark decided to reciprocate. Mark instructed her to removed her panties which were down to her ankles. She reached down and took them off. Mark asked to pull up her dress and again she complied.

Mark got on his knees in front of her and opened her legs. He looked down and saw that she did not shave. Her pussy was hairy and natural and Mark liked that. Mark began kissing her between her thighs that were silky moist from her secretions. He continued kissing upward until he reached the hairy Promised Land. Mark spread her legs wider and saw the brown labia pouting at him. He put his lips to her pussy and tasted her sex odor.

"Oh, my dear man! You are making me feel divine," she said. "Thank you Jesus! Thank you Mark!"

Mark inserted his tongue between the swollen, protruding lips and entered the wetness. Again, the potion seemed to make women extremely wet. This occurred every time he used the potion and knew it was no coincidence.

Suddenly she declared, "Oh my God, I'm cumming Mark! I'm cumming Mark! Please don't stop! Oh Jesus, thank you, thank you," she said as Mark sucked on her highly excited clitoris.

Mark was ready to put his cock in this evangelist. The back seat was extremely roomy as she laid on her back and pulled Mark to her. His cock went in the lubricated pussy smoothly and she moaned in pleasure as he penetrated fully. Mark felt her constrict around his cock and he began thrusting in and out of her. With each thrust, she cried out gleefully and raised up to meet his penetration.

Rebecca raised her legs high amazing him with her flexibility. His cock felt her extreme lubrication. He heard the slurping sound as he penetrated deeply and aggressively into her love box. They fucked contentedly for several minutes with her exhorting many "Thank you, Jesus!"

Rebecca was in state of blissfulness. She wanted more. "Please do it to me from behind. It's my favorite position."

Mark withdrew his penis from the lady's pleasure hole. Mark was ready to explode and wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back. Rebecca kneeled on the seat and Mark mounted her from behind. Mark could hear the cars passing them and wondered if anyone could see in their vehicle. His mind went back to what he was experiencing. He continued to penetrate her from behind. As he penetrated, his hands reached for her suspended breasts and he began to tweak her nipples as he fucked from behind. As he thrust, Rebecca began rubbing her clit and began to scream loudly. Mark was concerned that the driver would hear the screaming and wonder what was transpiring. However, if the driver heard anything, she did not react and just kept driving.

"Please fuck me harder Mark! Oh Jesus. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I love your cock in me! Keep that cock in my cunt! I feel you ready to cum! Please don't cum yet! Please don't cum! " she implored. Mark was surprised at her outbursts that appeared to be so out of character.
 

"I can't hold it much longer," Mike grimaced trying to hold back the ejaculation process.

"Just a little longer, Mark. Please!" she repeated.

Mark held back as long as he could. Finally, he declared that he was ready to cum.

"Give it to me Mark!" the woman screamed.

Mark felt his cock becoming ready to expel the semen. His testicles began to contract and he knew holding back was no longer an option. He thrust manically into the wetness enveloping his cock and let it explode inside of her.

"I feel it going inside me!" she gasped.

Mark was not sure how she could feel in the semen going in her wetness but it wasn't important. He just concentrated on what he was doing.

He knew that he shot a tremendous amount of semen in her. With her head resting on the seat and her ass up in the air, she constricted as tightly as she could around the cock impaling her.

"Oh Mark, that was glorious!" she declared. Rebecca then allowed the coupling to be undone and felt compelled to take Mark's member in her mouth. She began sucking him dry.

"I want to taste you again so I won't forget what you taste like, Mark," she said.

Mark felt his erection subsiding in her mouth. Rebecca then gave out a big sigh as if she were disappointed the love making session was over. She got back in her corner of the limo and leaned back with her eyes closed.

"Mark, I don't know what compelled me to do what I just did, but I'm glad I did it. I needed that so badly. Thank you for indulging me!" she said seriously.

"My goodness!" Mark replied. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. You were wonderful."

Rebecca straightened herself out. She deftly connected her bra and began buttoning her dress. She looked for the panties on the floor, picked them up and them on. She pulled her dress down and tried to fix her hair. She then removed another pony bottle of vodka and poured into a plastic cup. Again, she splashed it with some tonic. She took a long drink from the cup.

Mark looked out the window and saw his hotel. It was almost as if the entire episode was timed to end at the hotel. The limo stopped in front of the hotel and Mark saw the doorman immediately approach the car to open the door.

"Mark, it was wonderful meeting you. Good luck on your job assignment and enjoy the remainder of your time in San Francisco," she said shaking his hand.

Mark took her hand and shook it and opened the door of the limo. The door man immediately held the door open for him. "Goodbye Rebecca. God bless you," Mark said. After he said it he didn't know why he did but it didn't matter. Mark walked slowly went to his room. He was exhausted.

*****

Two days later, about three p.m. the afternoon, Lisa Chen walked into the office that Mark was working in. She was wearing a sleeveless pink sweater and black slacks. She looked as ravishing as ever.

"Well, Mark, how are things going?" Lisa asked.

"Great. I should be finished by the end of the week," Mark replied.

"Todd told me is very impressed by your knowledge and expertise," Lisa said.

"Well, thank you. I've enjoyed working with Todd," Mark retorted.

"Are you doing anything this evening?" Lisa asked.

Mark was excited by the question. Perhaps this would give him the opportunity to be alone with Lisa.

"I don't have any particular plans this evening," Mark replied.

"Would you join my father and me for dinner this evening?" Lisa asked.

Mark was immediately disappointed that her father would be present but was careful not to show his disappointment. Perhaps this dinner would present an opportunity for Mark.

"That would be wonderful, Lisa," Mark said.

"Good. I'll pick you up at the hotel at 6:30 p.m. then?

"Sounds good. I'll be ready. How should I dress?

"Oh, dress casual. I'm going just as I am."

"Okay, sounds good."

******* Mark was chatting with the doorman when Lisa pulled up in her Lexus SUV.

"Have a good evening, Mr. Livingston," the doorman said as he opened the door of the SUV for Mark.

"Hi," Lisa said with a gorgeous smile. Mark thought that Lisa was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She looked so exotic.

"Hello," Mark replied as he buckled up.

"We're going to my dad's favorite restaurant in Chinatown. I hope you like Asian food," she said.

"I love Asian food," Mark answered truthfully.

"Great. You'll love this restaurant then," she declared.

When Lisa and Mark walked into the restaurant, the owner of the establishment recognized Lisa.

"Ah, Lisa. You are getting more beautiful every day!" the owner exclaimed. "Your father is already here at his table."

Lee Chen stood when he saw Lisa and Mark approach the table. He smiled broadly at his daughter as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Dad, this is Mark Livingston. Mark is working with us on the Omni Centre project," Lisa explained.

Lee Chen was a small, distinguished looking man, who appeared to be in mid-sixties. He was wearing a very light pink dress shirt without a tie. Over the shirt was an expensive blue blazer. He had on gray slacks.

"Very nice to meet you Mark," Lee said in an Asian accented voice as he shook Mark's hand.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Chen. I've heard so much about you," Mark replied.

"Please call me Lee," Mr. Chen requested.

They sat down and immediately, a waiter approached Lisa and Mark asking if they would like a cocktail or a glass of wine. Mark ordered a Stoli and tonic and Lisa ordered a glass of California Chenin Blanc.

Mark liked Mr. Chen immediately. His easygoing manner made Mark feel at ease. Mr. Chen's demeanor betrayed his wealth and power.

After enjoying a cocktail, Lisa asked her father to order for them. Lee Chen signaled for the waiter who appeared in seconds. Mr. Chen ordered several dishes speaking Chinese beginning with a special Hot and Sour Soup. He asked Mark if he liked white wine with dinner. After hearing that Mark liked white wine, Mr. Chen ordered a bottle of special Chardonnay that the owner stocked for VIP guests.

The dinner included everything from special crab meat egg rolls to specially prepared duck. There were dumplings and other dishes that Mark never had tasted before but all were delicious. They used chop sticks including Mark who was quite proficient with them. Lisa commented at Mark's expertise in using the wooden utensils.

Mark was wondering how and when he should introduce the potion to Lisa. He was very enthralled with this beautiful creature and as always felt somewhat guilty about using the potion but no so guilty as to not use the elixir. He knew that he had only enough potion for one more time and Lisa was the person he wanted most of all.

The dinner lasted a two hours. Mark thoroughly enjoyed the food, the conversation and the company of Lisa and Lee Chen. Now it was time to leave and Mark wondered how he would introduce the potion to Lisa. Lisa excused herself and went to the bathroom. Mr. Chen excused himself saying that he had a call to make. Mark jumped at the opportunity before him. He took the vial out of his pocket, shook it so that the cork would be moistened. There was a miniscule amount of liquid remaining. It was just enough to wet the bottom of the cork. He pulled the cork out and rubbed the bottom of the cork on Lisa's wine glass.

In a few minutes Lisa returned and so did Mr. Lee. Mark wanted to make certain that Lisa took another drink of wine.

"To a wonderful evening," Mark said raising the glass in a toast.

Lee and Lisa raised their glasses and touched Mark's wine glass and everyone took a sip of their wine. Mark took a deep breath and wondered if he pulled it off.

He could see Lisa smack her lips with a quizzical look. She ran her tongue over her lips again.

"This wine glass tastes odd," she said. "Kind of minty. I don't remember it tasting like this before." She just shrugged it off.

Mr. Chen rose and said he had to leave. He shook Mark's hand and Lisa got up and kissed him goodbye. They all walked out together. Mark was studying Lisa for any telltale signs and so far there were none.

They walked to Lisa's car that had been parked next to the curb near the restaurant's entrance. Mark heard the remote unlock his door and he got in. Lisa took her keys out of her purse and put them in the ignition. She stared ahead for a several seconds then turned to Mark and kissed him lightly on the lips. Mark smelled her fragrance as he returned the kiss.

"I enjoyed our dinner this evening, Mark," she said dreamily.

"I did too," Mark replied softly.

Lisa started the car and pulled out into the street. Mark knew they were only a few minutes from the hotel and he wondered what was going to happen next.

Lisa drove by the hotel without saying a word. Mark did not say anything either. Lisa just kept driving until she reached a luxury high rise condominium building. She drove into the garage with her pass card, parked in a space labeled L. Chen. She turned off the ignition and looked at Mark.

"In case your wondering, we're going to my condo for a nightcap," she stated.

"Fine," said Mark smiling to himself. "I could use a nice nightcap."

They got into the elevator and she inserted a card into the slot and pressed the 20th floor button. Mark saw that the 20th floor was the top floor.

Lisa stared into Mark's eyes and moved closer to him. She pressed against Mark and he put his arms around her. No one said anything but Mark knew that she felt wonderful against him.

The door opened and she took Mark's hand. They walked to the end of the hall and with the same card she used in the elevator, opened the door of her condo. As they entered, Lisa pressed a button and drapes electronically opened revealing a stunning view of the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay area. She pressed another button and special lighting came on in the sitting area where the large window offered such a breathtaking view of the city. Another button pressed and soft music started playing.

"I love gadgets," she said. "Do you like my toys?"

"Very impressive," he replied.

"Let me get you a Stoli and tonic. Make yourself comfortable," she said.

Mark walked in and sat on the huge leather sofa. He looked around the magnificently decorated condo. There were large oriental vases everywhere as well as other Asian art. The floors were covered with Oriental rugs. There had to be several million dollars worth of decor in the room.

Lisa came back into the room holding Mark's drink and glass of wine. She put the drinks down on the large, black enameled table in front of the sofa. She kneeled on the sofa next to Mark and kissed him very hard. Mark could smell her lavender aroma and was aroused by it. Mark opened his mouth and welcomed her tongue. She kissed him passionately.
 

"Wait here," she instructed.

She got off the sofa and went into what Mark surmised was her bedroom. In a few minutes she returned wearing a silky, light oriental robe. It was a short robe that came down to her knees. He could tell she was not wearing anything underneath. Despite not wearing underwear, her breasts remained firm and perky.

"I wanted to get a bit more comfortable," she advised. "Are you comfortable?

"Very much so," Mark replied. He wondered if his erection was visible.

"Your condo is lovely," Mark said.

Lisa did not reply. She just moved close to Mark and began kissing his neck. While she kissed him, her hands moved down between his legs. When she touched his cock, she stopped kissing him and looked down. Without speaking she unzipped him and reached in.

"You are nice and hard," she said barely audible. "Take off your trousers."

Mark could tell she was accustomed to giving orders.

Mark slipped off his Gucci loafers and socks. He stood, unbuckled his belt and removed his trousers. His erection was clearly visible through his Joe Boxer shorts. She sat on the edge of the sofa watching him. Lisa pulled his shorts down and his cock uncoiled inches from her face.

Lisa parted her full lips and opened for Mark to enter. Mark gasped as she took his organ in her wet mouth. Using her thumb and forefinger from each hand, she stroked as she sucked Mark's engorged penis. She noisily slurped and sucked with an intensity that Mark relished. After a few minutes of sucking and licking the organ, she allowed the cock to withdraw so she could excite it even more with long and deliberate stroking. Lisa began playing with his testicles as she stroked. She tenderly manipulated his balls while stroking and Mark found this to be highly erotic and stimulating.

"Come," she ordered. She took him by the hand and they walked into her bedroom.

The lighting was subtle and indirect. The effect of the lighting to produce shadows that danced on the walls. Mark looked up and saw that above the bed were mirrors. The entire ceiling was mirrored!

Lisa pulled back the silk covers.

"Untie my robe," she instructed.

Mark complied by loosening the silk sash. He slowly opened the robe and almost cried in delight when he saw her body. She did not have large breasts and although Mark loved huge breasts on a women, they would have been out of place on this creature. Her small breasts were magnificent. Her nipples were large and gum drop size. Her areolas were almost black. They were firm with no sag. Mark thought that she almost looked like a virginal teen with developing breasts. However, this was no teen and she was fully developed. Her long legs were slim and bronzed and Mark could not wait for them to be wrapped around him.

They both climbed in the bed. Mark continued to study her body. Her light brown skin was perfection with only one little mole under her right breast. Her stomach was flat and hard. She took Mark's hand and put his finger in her mouth. She held his hand and sucked on his finger like she sucked his cock a few minutes earlier.

Mark pulled his finger from her mouth and traced a line from her lips, down her chin. His finger continued to trace a line between her breasts, down to her tummy and finally to her pubic hair line. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed to accommodate a bikini.

Mark teased Lisa with his finger. Lisa's eyes were closed, allowing Mark to do what he was doing at his own pace. She began spreading her legs as invitation for Mark to penetrate her. Mark playfully rubbed her labia and she moaned quietly, appreciating what he doing.

Mark put the tip of his finger between her lips and suddenly without warning she grabbed his hand and pushed him in her. Mark knew she would be wet. They were always wet when they were exposed to the potion.

"That feels good, Mark," she purred.

Mark began to finger the beautiful women. He heard her oohs and ahhs of pleasure. Mark wanted to taste her.

Mark spread her legs a bit more and began kissing her pussy. The perfume she was wearing was evident between her legs as well. He stuck his tongue in and tasted her. Her juices were oozing out and Mark lovingly lapped them enjoying the unique taste of a woman in the height of readiness and passion. Lisa spread her pussy inviting Mark to tongue her and he complied. Her pink pussy was in stark contract to her brown labia. His tongue started probing and rolling and he knew women loved it when he did that. Mark looked at her pussy and saw that her clitoris was erect and excited. The organ, about ¼ inch erect was covered by a brown, clitoral hood. Mark took the clitoral hood in his mouth and began tugging on it to her gasps of pleasure. Mark wanted her to climax and knew that clitoral stimulation would enable her to do so. He began flicking the organ with his tongue. Slowly at first, then he increased the rapidity of the tongue pleasuring. He felt her lift her bottom off the bed and push into his face as he continued the clitoral stimulation. She almost violently convulsed as her orgasm enveloped her entire body. She had climaxed and now Mark was ready to enter her with his cock.

"Oh, Mark, you've made me feel so good," she exclaimed. "I want you inside of me."

Mark positioned himself between her legs and took his cock in his hand. He moved closer so that his cock could enter the wetness between her legs. Mark put the organ between the labia and slowly pushed in. The fit was perfect. He felt the wet tightness envelope his organ. Now he began the wonderful in and out motion of fucking. Each time he withdrew, he could feel the head of his cock being stimulated by her tight vaginal canal.

Mark wanted to change positions. He got on his back and looked up at the ceiling. Seeing the nubile Asian on him in the ceiling mirror was astonishingly erotic to Mark. Lisa was light and lithe as she straddled Mark, lifted her bottom and settled on his erect rod. She reached under and put his cock head first. She then wiggled her rear until the cock was fully penetrated. Mark looked up and saw the small breasts with their erect nipples. He could resist playing with the erect nipples. With both hands, he took the nipples and began tweaking them. She responded by moving up and down on him faster. She was as a light as feather. Her breasts could not be larger than a size 32 B cup but Mark was enjoying them. He pulled her down to his mouth and began sucking the nipples as she moved up and down on organ.

"Suck my nipples very hard," Lisa commanded. "Suck them!

Mark began to suck very hard. He was literally pulling on this with his lips and the nipples seemed to double in size. He did this to one and then the other.

Mark asked Lisa to turn around and face the other way. Lisa complied. Mark did something that he had never done before. He wanted to stick his tongue in Lisa's ass. Lisa turned around and Mark pulled her back to his face. He lifted her slightly and had her hover over his face. He began to lick her pussy and then spread her cheeks. He could see the brown ring around her asshole. Lisa lowered herself and Mark put his tongue in her ass. Lisa was so wet from her vaginal secretions that it was difficult to discern her pussy taste from her asshole taste. It didn't matter. Mark penetrated the brown hole with his tongue.

"Oh my God!" Lisa screamed as Mark tongued her asshole. Oh, I have never, I have never, never," she kept on repeating. Mark continued pleasuring the brown orifice. After several minutes, Mark wanted to be in her again. He wanted to mount from behind.

Lisa bent over on the bed and Mark raised her ass. Her butt was perfectly shaped. Everything on this woman was perfect as far as Mark was concerned.

Mark saw the pussy lips between the brown legs. The lips glistened with lubrication. Mark inserted and easily slid in the hole. Mark began deliberate strokes...long and hard.

Mark was ready to cum. "I'm ready to cum, Lisa. How do you want it?"

Lisa, without speaking got off the bed and leaned on it with her elbows. "Fuck me from behind like this," she said.

Mark complied and mounted her. He took her hips in his hands and began stroking. He began to pick up the pace and heard her urge him to go faster. Faster and faster he fucked. Finally, his sperm shot into her. She felt him engorge and knew that he was cumming. He thrust in her again and again expending all he had.

"Eeeeeeh!" she screamed as she climaxed in concert with Mark. "Oh my, oh my! This feels soooooo good!"

Mark waited a full minute before slowly withdrawing from her. Lisa got back on the bed and Mark joined her. He took her in his arms and held her close. Lisa reached out and pushed a button and the lights went out. They fell asleep in each other's arms flush with contentment.

Mark woke and wondered what time it was. He looked at the clock radio on the bed stand and saw that it was 1:30 a.m. His stirring caused her to stir as well.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"1:30 a.m."

"Do you want to spend the night? I'll drive you to your hotel in the morning and you can clean up before coming in to the office."

"Okay, that sounds like a plan," Mark replied.

Mark got up and went to the bathroom. He relieved himself of a full bladder. He washed his hands and his cock. He always washed his cock after he made love. After a few minutes, he went back to bed. Almost on cue, she got up and went to the bathroom. He heard her tinkle, then heard the bathroom sink and assumed she was also washing. She got back in bed and snuggled up to him. This woman felt so good next to him.

Mark woke up around 5:30 a.m. with another erection. He just had to fuck this woman again before he left. They were both nude and she felt his erection against her. She smiled and took him in her hand.

"You want more?" she asked.

"Yes. I can't get enough of you," he replied.

Lisa got on her back and welcomed Mark in her. She put her arms around him and held him closely as they made love. Lisa then got on her side and Mark entered her from behind. Mark liked this position because he could feel her breasts while he thrust from behind. It felt so good being inside this beautiful, sensual creature. Mark lifted Lisa's long black hair and kissed the back of her neck while he pleasured her. They made love for about ten minutes when Mark climaxed once again.

"I'll make some coffee. I need to get ready," she advised.

"Sounds good."

Mark drank his coffee while Lisa got ready. When she emerged, she looked as beautiful as ever. He was always a little concerned that when the potion wore off, some type of animosity might be present. However, he detected none.

It was 7:30 a.m. when they left the condo for the hotel. Lisa pulled in front of the hotel and they kissed. The ever present doorman was there to open the car door.

"Good morning, Mr. Livingston," the doorman declared.

"Good morning," Mark replied. "It is indeed a fine morning!"

"Yes, indeed, Mr. Livingston! It is that indeed!" responded the doorman.

***** Mark's assignment was over. He packed his clothes for his return flight back home. He double checked for all his belongings and noticed the love potion vial. He held it up to examine if any of the precious liquid remained. It was empty! He pulled the cork and could hardly detect the tell tale minty odor. It was really empty!

Mark was on his way back to Austin via Dallas Fort International Airport. He smiled as he thought about his San Francisco trip. He wondered how the evangelist was faring and what she was doing. He thought about the Lisa and felt a stirring in his loins thinking about her. He was also thinking about when he would fly to Bangkok. He wondered if he could find the shop that sold him the potion. He wasn't sure if he could find it again, but he knew he must try!

Part Seven will be coming soon!