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{ASSM}{Smiley59) NEW "The Trance"
(MFM,exhib, Hyno)
The following story is intended only for adult reading. It portrays the
actions of consenting adults. Those under the age of eighteen or those
bothered by sexually explicit language or depiction of sexual events
should not continue. Some readers may deem the actions and attitudes
portrayed offensive.
This story is copyright (c) Smiley59 2000. No reposting or archiving
without permission. ASSM has my permission.
Oh, and if erotic fiction is illegal for you, either because you're too
young or because it's just illegal where you are - then please go and do
something else. This story contains explicit adult sexual materials.
This story is fiction.
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My wife (PJ) is 46 years old, but acts in her 30's when it comes to
sensual play. In that regard, I am a VERY lucky man. She is 5'7". 143
lbs, 36C-30-37, auburn hair, brown eyes, with large 1/2" nipples. Her
only flaw was a slight tummy bulge from childbearing that I'd grown fond
of, but it still made her hesitant to wear anything too provocative.
We had been doing occasional M-F-M threesomes for about a year,
preceded by 2 years of "soft-swinging" before we met a man who changed
our sex-lives.
It started in a chat room when she and I were looking for someone to
play online with our camera. We found a man and soon PJ was
masturbating for him as her masturbated for her. We all had a great
time that evening, and a couple of weeks later he emailed me about
coming our way for a vacation and possibly meeting us.
I ran him through our screening questionnaire, and a dozen emails
later felt that I had a decent grasp on who he was and I was interested
in meeting him. When writing one email, he commented about a story I
had written and told me that he was very interested in my fantasy.
With weeks between then and his 'vacation' in our area, I pressed him
for his interest in my story, one about hypnosis. He stated that he was
an expert hypnotist with over 20 years of medical, theatrical, and
sexual hypnosis behind him.
I found it all hard to believe, considering myself to be decently
educated, non-superstitious, and relatively current on the true
potential of hypnosis.
Still, I was very curious and when his 'vacation' time arrive, I
arranged for us to meet with him.
I told PJ everything about him, showed her his pictures, but withheld
the hypnosis aspect, which he and I had mutually agreed upon. I
withheld the information for two reasons; 1) I didn't want to scare her,
and 2) I really didn't see the information as important. I wanted to
meet him for a screening and to possibly learn more about hypnosis in
general.
Fortunately, PJ seemed attracted to his images and what I told her
about him and she agreed to meet him. When the time came to meet him,
luck was on my side. Often our "screening" meetings were fairly mellow,
"hi, how are you" affairs; but as our date rolled around, PJ had
accumulated some significant debts to me of the sensual kind. I pressed
her to take this opportunity to pay me one of my "anything goes" days I
had won from her. Surprising, she agreed.
On the evening of the meeting, I picked out her attire, which
consisted of a turquoise mini-skirt that cling to her hips, a sheer
beige blouse, and 3" heels. The blouse was see-through under any decent
lighting, and the mini had a tendency to climb up her hips when she
moved. I was looking forward to a wonderful night of voyeurism and
exhibitionism, even if the meeting was a short affair.
We entered the hotel lounge where we had arranged to meet "Lee." I
recognized him right away, sitting in a booth that was located up one
step and beyond the tables that encircled the bar. We all greeted each
other, and I immediately enjoyed his eyes taking in my wife's form.
"I worried I might not recognize you with your clothes on." he smiled.
PJ smiled back. "I wore as little as I could." she exaggerated.
I went to the bar to order us two beers and a drink for Lee.
Fortunately, the barmaid knew what he was drinking. I returned with our
round and took a seat across from Lee, next to PJ. Her skirt barely
covered her pussy and I was excited to get things going, get her moving
so the skirt would make it's magical climb.
"You didn't tell me he was a hypnotist." PJ said as I got comfortable.
"I don't know that I believe in hypnosis." I admitted, "I didn't think
you cared."
"That's understandable." Lee confided. "Hypnosis has a lot of stigmas
associated with it, positive and negative. Most media attention focuses
on the extremes of hypnosis, and not the day to day applications."
We talked more until my hypnosis story came up in the conversation.
It was one PJ had not read.
"You wrote a story about me being hypnotized?" she seemed amused.
I shrugged.
"What was it about?" she asked.
"Tell her." I said to Lee.
"He wrote about you getting hypnotized to be more sexual and then
taking you out while 'under' and having a good time." he surmised.
"Can you do that?" PJ asked, to my utter amazement.
"I've never tried anything that extreme," Lee confessed, "but I'd love
to try!"
My heart skipped a beat. PJ smiled at me, then turned to Lee; "Do
it."
Initially my heart leapt, my cock twinged, then the doubts and
questions began to fill my mind. I watched silently as Lee began to
tell her to relax. PJ initially was chuckling and grinning, but slowly
closed her eyes and began to just say "um-hmm." Lee continued to talk
about relaxing and breathing and the sound of his voice for over ten
minutes. My beer was empty and I went to get another one, laughing
inwardly at the events occurring at my table. Still, what did I have to
loose?
I returned with a fresh beer, lit a cigarette, and observed PJ sitting
motionless.
"I think she's under." Lee spoke softly to me. "Are you sure you want
me to continue?"
"Sure." I replied, thinking again, what could I loose? "How do you
know she's 'under?'" I asked.
"Watch this." he smiled. "PJ?"
"Yes?" she cooed.
"Show me your tits." Lee commanded.
To my utter amazement, PJ lifted her blouse up almost instantly.
"That's enough." Lee said a few seconds later. He looked at me as PJ
lowered her blouse. "Don't want to attract the wrong attention." he
noted.
Then he began speaking to her about being confident, being in control,
being daring, and about my appreciated of her body, her actions, and our
total devotion to each other. He went on and on, saying basically the
same things in different ways. After two cigarettes he tapped my
shoulder, I had been watching the big screen TV across the room.
"I think she's ready." he smiled. He then talked her out of her
trance telling her that her first though would be to go to the
restroom. When PJ opened her eyes, she smiled.
"Am I hypnotized?"
"How do you feel?" Lee asked.
"Relaxed, but no different." PJ replied. "Excuse me, I have to use
the ladies room."
I watched in amazement as she got up from the table and walked away,
towards the lobby and the restroom. I noticed she hadn't tugged down on
her mini skirt and it was barely covering her ass as she walked. Many
men noticed her as she left the lounge.
"She seemed willing at the surface, but I encountered some deep
resistance." Lee told me. "I don't know if it will work, but since you
all do some sexy stuff already, it might work."
"Thanks." I shrugged, not sure if I did believe what I was hearing.
"To get her in a trance, you need to get her to relax - if you can -
and then tell her 'I love that sexy body.' That should then put her
susceptible to your suggestions. To take her out of the trance, say
'It's time for breakfast.'"
"Then what?" I muttered. It was a stupid question, but I was trying
to absorb what he was saying.
"Don't abuse the power." he answered. "She's only more willing to do
what you already do; flirt, tease, threesomes, etceteras. If you force
her into situations that go against her deepest fears, she'll snap out
of her trance and will probably never be susceptible again."
His words echoed in my mind. I had wild thoughts and fears
simultaneously crowding my head. Was she truly hypnotized? Was she
going to do more than previously? Was I interested because of 'power'
over her?
"Will she remember me asking her to do things?" I pondered aloud.
"She'll only remember making you happy." Lee replied.
I lit a cigarette and watched men's heads turn as my wife entered. I
noticed that she was the only female in the bar aside from the barmaid
and she was definitely attracting their attentions.
I noticed that her mini still barely clung over her ass cheeks as she
sat down. "So when do we begin?" she laughed.
"Begin what?" I asked.
"To hypnotize me dummy!" she seemed more open than I expected this
evening.
"Why not now?" Lee grinned. He nodded at me.
"I love that sexy body." I started. I looked at her for a change, I
did not notice one. "Why not go get us a beer?" I pulled out some
money. "And don't fight the skirt if it climbs up your ass."
"Everyone might see it." she noted, as usual.
"And everyone would love it!" Lee added, "Especially BJ here." he told
her referring to me.
She smiled, getting up. "I love to tease BJ." she said to Lee.
She walked to the bar, the skirt no longer clinging over her ass
cheeks, but hanging there, the rest gathering about her abdomen. When
she got to the bar and leaned against it to place her order, the bottom
of her ass cheeks peeked out.
"How's that?" Lee asked.
"She's done that before." I noted. "But it's always a wonderful
experience to see her showing off."
"So what do you want to see her do?" he asked me as we watched her
collecting the beers and paying for them. I wasn't ignoring Lee, but
trying to watch my wife's body and observe the men who were also
watching her intently.
"I don't know." I replied honestly, my mind racing with images and
fears.
"May I make a quick suggestion?" Lee asked.
"Quick." I replied watching PJ turn to head our way.
"Let me finger her?" he asked.
I looked at him and shrugged. I'd love to watch that - I thought. PJ
returned with a round and sat down.
"No leg crossing." I quipped.
PJ paused in mid-cross and set her legs down.
"Too close together." I observed.
She smiled and parted her legs. Lee and I could easily see her hairy
pussy.
"I think they were all staring." she noted as she passed us our
drinks.
"Can't blame them." I smiled, leaning over to peck her on the cheek.
"You're hot!"
She smiled.
Now was time to test Lee's theory. PJ had let men finger her before,
but not someone we had just met and never in this lounge. "Let Lee see
how hot your pussy is." I suggested.
Lee took that cue and moving his chair to her knee, he put his hand on
her bare thigh. PJ's legs parted even further to my surprise and in
seconds he had a finger at the entrance to her vagina.
"This is much better than Netmeeting." Lee commented as he slowly
inserted a finger in my wife while I watched.
"Ummm." PJ sighed. "And more fun."
Instinctively I began caressing her other thigh while I watched our
new friend insert another finger into my wife's pussy right at our
table! My cock began to swell with blood, my heart with pride. My wife
was being very cooperative!
For five minutes, Lee fingered her slowly, curving his fingers, moving
them slowly around her entire inner pussy and PJ seemed to be enjoying
it.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
PJ sighed. "Wonderful."
Lee stopped abruptly as his pager went off. He pressed a button and
mumbled. "Damn, I have to go."
"Really?" PJ said, her legs still spread wide; her pussy staring us
both in the face.
"Family matter." Lee looked genuinely disappointed. "I'd love to meet
with you all again and try to hypnotize you sometime, PJ."
She smiled. "I'd love to see if it works."
We stood up as Lee left and sat back down to finish our beers. PJ
looked as pleasant as always, and I tried to maintain my exterior that
way as well. Inside; however, I was a jumble of nerves and fear. I had
always been happy when PJ paid off a debt to flash a guy or let one hit
on her and even when we started swinging there still was always a streak
of resistance, manifested by way of being choosy.
Now, for the first time since I'd known her, she seemed uninhibited.
Part of me wanted to know how uninhibited, part of me was scared to go
too far; for fear of getting into a bad situation or doing something one
or both of us might regret, or worse, breaking the trance!
We continued chatting and drinking our beers. I could still clearly
see her pussy from under the stretched out hemline of her mini. An
amazing thing began to unfold... My cock continued to swell as my mind
played out possible scenarios and my fears and resistance seemed to
subside. I wanted to get things going!
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"It's your day." she reminded me.
I smiled. "I'd love to see you get hit on or even hit on a guy
yourself." I fantasized aloud.
PJ turned around to assess the lounge. There was a table of three men
chatting avidly about something, a lone man at the bar, and a lone man
at a table, watching the race on a big-screen TV.
"Want to have another round here?" I asked, getting an idea.
"You're choice." she responded.
"OK," I inhaled deeply, ready to take a plunge, of sorts; "go order a
round about two feet to the right of the man at the bar. While waiting
for the beers, bend over to adjust the heel, giving him - and me - a
great view of that gorgeous ass."
She shrugged. "I can do that." Without hesitation, she got up, her
skirt already an inch over the cheek-line and walked to the bar. Every
man in the room (except the one at the bar with his back to her) watched
her every step. PJ has dancer's legs; muscular calves, well-formed
thighs, and a small inner thigh-bulge just below her pussy that was
common in her family. The bulge wasn't visible in the mini, but in a
tong, it gave her crotch a nice accent.
As directed, she stopped about two feet to the man's right and ordered
two beers. The man looked at her and said something, I could not hear
over the background jazz music. She smiled and held up a finger, the
"one sec-" finger. We all watched as she bent over to partially remove
her heel and slide it back on. The skirt obediently crawled up to her
mid-ass, and if any pussy showed, only the man at the bar, and maybe the
table of three men saw it.
She attempted to pay for the beers, but the man at the bar offered to
pay instead. They talked some more and suddenly he got up to follow her
to our table. I stood up when they arrived and PJ introduced "Ned."
"It's OK for me to join the two of you?" he asked.
I assured him it was.
"I had to ask her why she flashed me." Ned smiled as I lit a
cigarette. "She told me you told her too, that she lost some bet and
has to do whatever you say."
I confirmed PJ's statements.
"Wow," he sighed, "I've read about that stuff, but never saw it in
action until now - and it was great!" He turned to PJ, "You have a nice
ass my dear."
PJ smiled. I noticed a lack of blushing as was common with outright
statements like that. "I've always told her that." I encouraged him.
"And that's a very nice blouse." Ned added, "I can barely see your
nipples, and they look quite inviting."
"Thank you." PJ smiled again, lighting her own cigarette. I sipped my
beer and watched.
"What else did he tell you to do?" Ned asked PJ.
PJ exhaled slowly, almost sensuously. "He told me to either let
someone hit on me, or I would hit on someone."
"How about both?" Ned perked up. "I could hit on you, then you could
hit on me!" He looked at me, "If that's what you really want."
"As long as you understand the word 'no.'" I stated, amazed at how
open things were on this occasion.
"NO problem." he assured me, turning back to PJ. He pulled his chair
next to her and put his arm around her back. Now he and PJ had their
backs to the rest of the room, only I faced the occupied area. His
other hand rested on her lap.
"Are you swingers?" he asked her.
"Yes." she replied, matter-of-factly. I was stunned. Sure, we had
done some threesomes, but usually arranged, screened, delayed, and with
many missed opportunities.
"Alone or together?" he continued.
"Always together." she smiled.
His physical response was obvious disappointment. "What do you like?"
he continued.
PJ shrugged. "Massages, foot massages, and long thick cocks."
I almost aspirated the beer in my mouth. It was the truth, but she
had never been open like that with a stranger before.
"Like this?" he asked, taking her hand and placing it on his crotch.
"Ummm." she sighed, "very nice. I'm impressed." she smiled at him. I
watched in amazement as she took his hand off her lap and placed it on
her pussy. I found myself growing more exited by the moment!
Ned wasted no time exploring my wife's pussy with his fingers. I give
him credit for patience, though. He took his time, gently toying with
her hairs, pulling on them lightly, and tracing the outline of her vulva
before placing his finger at her entrance. His actions had a marked
affect on my wife, who's breathing was becoming shorter and raspier and
her nipples became erect, pushing against the sheer blouse material.
PJ continued to amaze me when her foot came out of her heel and landed
square on my crotch. As his fingers entered her, she moaned softly and
began rubbing her toes into my groin. I watched this man finger my wife
for three minutes until her hips started bucking and a sharp inhale
broke the ominous silence. Her body tensed as I recognized that she was
having an orgasm!
Ned wasn't done. His hand came out of her pussy and worked under her
sheer blouse. I watched as his hand moved up to her nipples. I stared
in amazement, as he expertly worked her nipples; almost as if he already
knew what she wanted. He wasn't rough, didn't grab and squeeze or pinch
her. Instead, her gently kneaded her nipples between his thumb and
forefinger, grabbed her breast and slowly caressed and compressed it,
then returned to her nipples again.
My cock started hurting. "Damn." I muttered.
Ned paused. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"No, no-" I stammered, "everything is right. So right, I've got a
raging hard-on."
"Isn't voyeurism great?" he smiled at me, returning his attention to
my wife's tits.
"How about a little elevator action?" I though aloud.
PJ opened her eyes. "Great idea!"
"I'm game." Ned snapped.
PJ and I downed the last of our beers and she stood up, her ass still
half exposed. We walked out, PJ in Ned's arm, I on her other side. We
waved at the barmaid who probably saw for the first time the slut with
the two men.
The elevator was just outside the lounge, and upon pressing the
button, it opened up - empty. As the doors closed, PJ worked open Ned's
zipper and fell to her knees to engulf his cock. It was massive! Not
much longer than mine, but far wider. I experienced penis envy for the
first time in my life!
I looked over the elevator panel and pressed 5, the topmost floor. It
didn't give us much time. As the elevator began it's ascent, PJ stood
up and pulled her skirt up and began to mount that huge penis. Ned
backed her to the wall and as she leaned against it, he slid quickly in
what I saw was a wet cunt.
"Ding." Second floor.
"Hurry." PJ smiled at Ned.
He began fucking her into the wall, fast and furious.
"Ding." Third floor.
"Mmmmm." PJ moaned aloud.
"Veeeeery nice" Ned grunted as he continued to thrust in and out.
"Ding." Fourth floor.
"Cum in me!" PJ moaned.
Both were breathing heavily, caught up in the passion. I wondered who
would be waiting on five for us.
"Ding." Fifth floor.
PJ stopped and pushed him back. "Better put that away!" she laughed
as she pulled her skirt down over her ass. The doors began to move and
Ned moved behind PJ and folded his hard-on up under his trousers.
Zziiiipp. The door opened to an empty hallway.
"Shit." Ned groaned.
PJ laughed.
"Stand guard in the door." Ned suggested, feeling my wife up from
behind. "If someone approaches, cough." Ned was working PJ's blouse
up, exposing her tits to me, and anyone who happened by.
The elevator door opened to a small alcove and I couldn't see around
the corner well enough to prevent someone from walking in on us. And I
wanted some of my wife too!
"Can't see." I looked back at my now topless wife, whose tits were
engulfed in his hands. She looked hot enough to start without me.
I quickly dashed to the alcove's corner and peered up and down the
hall. It was semi-dark and quiet.
"I know a place." Ned perked up, "Follow me." He took PJ's blouse in
one hand, her hand in the other and led her into the hall completely
topless. She smiled at me and followed along. We walked down the hall,
almost laughing aloud like kids playing hooky.
Ned led us to the end of the hall where an ice machine and soda
machine sat in another alcove.
"What about that room?" PJ asked as Ned began licking at her nipples.
"No one's in there." Ned replied between licks.
The danger and erotica had my cock spasming up and down.
"How do you know?" I asked as PJ seemed to pause to revel in the
pleasure Ned provided her.
"It's my room!" he said as his mouth began to encircle her nipples.
I glanced down the hall and turned to see him working her breasts like
a magician, seemingly knowing her every preference, and fingering her
clit with the other hand. I picked up her blouse and set it on a plant
stand and knelt down to pull her dress up, completely exposing her pussy
and ass.
"Fuck me." my clean-mouthed wife groaned softly.
Ned wasted no time exposing his massive cock and placing PJ against
the Pepsi machine, began fucking her as avidly as he did in the
elevator. PJ brought one leg up around his hip, her heels still on. It
was a Kidak moment for a man who left his camera in the car.
Suddenly, both whispered their groans and I watched their bodies
shudder in unison as he deposited his sperm deep in my wife's cunt. I
was ready for my turn, but to my amazement, he kept on pumping. I
figured he'd pump until he got too soft, but after two minutes of
constant, paced, methodical thrusting, PJ was again tensing. A mixture
of cum and pussy juices began dripping to the carpet below them.
This time PJ's orgasm escaped her lips in a more pronounced
"Aauuuggghhh!!!"
Ned paused, his cock still hard and buried deep inside her. He looked
at me with a sheepish grin. "She's fuckin' hot man!"
I smiled, my cock pain temporarily disguised.
Then PJ amazed me again. She pushed him back and down, laying him
along side the machine, barely off the hallway carpet and sat on his
still erect cock. I pulled my own cock free, no longer able to not let
it bounce around.
I watched my beautiful wife moving up and down on his cock, knowing I
would soon get my turn. She looked so content, so into it, so erotic, I
forgot that I had her in a trance. It never occurred to me at that
moment how much was real, how much was suggestion, or how much was
previously subdued desire. Whatever, she looked radiant and slutty.
Not slutty like a prostitute or hustling bimbo, but slutty as in a
beautiful woman, in control, enjoying herself in a very sexual and open
way.
She looked at me as I admired her and waved me over. I quickly
glanced down the empty hallway and moved my cock to her mouth. She
began sucking me in ernest, with a passion I'd not experienced in months
and months. I looked down as Ned fondled her breasts as she moved up
and down his shaft. My balls immediately began to twinge in
anticipation of orgasm. I began to fight it, but as I felt I was
getting control. Ned gasped, PJ moaned and the two came together. She
continued to moan as she sucked me and the experience became
overwhelming and I began to cum.
She directed my cock to her tits, and I sprayed them (and the vending
machine) with load after load of jism. Tingles ran up and down my
spine, cascading to my scalp and neck. My toes curled up in my shoes.
PJ leaned back as my ejaculations began to subside and began caressing
herself, massaging my cum into her breasts. Ned gladly helped her, his
cock still buried somewhere in her cunt.
"Switch?" he asked me.
Duh - was my first thought. "Yea" I mananaged to mutter politely,
controlling my excitement.
I laid down where Ned had been. PJ lifted a leg and lowered her
soaking wet cunt over my still semi-erect penis. As I watched Ned
continue to massage her tits he began kissing and tonguing my wife, a
sight I've always loved. I was no longer semi-erect.
PJ began to rhythmically move up and down on my cock as her and Ned
continued to swap spit. She appeared genuinely passionate and aroused
as if she hadn't had sex in months. I was in much better control of my
physiology, controlling the urge to accelerate her thrusts, enjoying
each motion she made, no longer caring if we were caught in the act or
not.
Ned stood up to allow PJ access to his cock, which was still
relatively erect after two orgasms. She found it difficult to take into
her mouth because of the width, but she continued trying, alternating
attempts to engulf him completely with licks and sucks along the side of
his massive head.
As she did this, I felt her compressing her inner vaginal muscles
which accelerated my build-up.
"Mmmm" she moaned, and speaking in a normal voice, the whispers gone,
"Cum on my tits. Make them sticky and wet!"
I was loosing control.
Ned bent over, taking his cock into his own hands and resumed kissing
my wife.
He pull back. "You want me to cum or your tits?"
"Yesss!" PJ would reach out to him with her tongue.
I couldn't hold off anymore. I came, squirting load of cum I didn't
know I had. PJ arched her back as she and Ned remained in lip-lock, his
penis now squirting his cum onto her tits. He was a much better aim,
not hitting the machines, but soaking her breasts and neck.
Her tits were already glistening with my cum, now streaks of jism laid
scattered about her breasts in an abstract design of art and
sexuality. It was a brief art-lover's moment, as she engulfed her own
tits with her hands and began massing his cum into her skin.
I noticed her leg rise up and I took the cue to exit before getting my
own trousers soaked with all her cunt droppings. As I stood up, dizzy
from the physical and mental exertion and ecstasy, I noticed we were
still alone.
My legs seemed weak and rubbery as I leaned against the alcove's
corner.
PJ remained on her knees, all but nude as her pussy began dripping
onto the carpet.
I pitied the oncoming housekeeper.
Ned has begun assisting her in her breast massage, her tits and his
hands making slight smacking and popping noises and their skin contact
changed during the massage.
"Want to go into my room now and fuck some more?" Ned asked.
PJ caught me shaking my head and sighed. "I'm all sexed out. Maybe
another time?"
Ned leaned over to kiss her. "I was thinking more about just cuddling
for a few hours, but you're right." He handed her a business card,
which she promptly handed me. "Call me." he said, standing to put
himself away.
"We will." PJ assured him.
He stuck his hand out to me. "Great to have met you!"
"Likewise." I smiled, wondering why I suddenly felt small. PJ took
some napkins from the condiment counter next to the vending machine and
stood up, holding a napkin between her legs. Large wet spots remained
on the carpet where she had knelt.
I scooped up her blouse as she pulled the napkin from between her legs
and dropped it in the trashcan. She adjusted her skirt and reached for
the blouse.
"You'll get it all sticky and stained." I grinned.
"True." She smiled, ruffling her hair with her hands, still topless in
the hallway.
Ned opened his door. "If you two change your minds, I'll be here all
night."
"Thanks." PJ said.
"No," he paused, "thank you!"
He closed the door and we stood in the hallway, my topless wife and
me. I started towards the elevator and she caught up and walked side by
side with me. We entered the elevator without incident and exited the
building unseen. Outside, as we walked to the car, I recalled her state
of mind and announced "It's time for breakfast."
"I'm not hungry." PJ announced, reaching for her blouse. "But I am
cold."
I walked to the car silently, wondering what she'd say or ask. She
said nothing.
I started the car and headed off the hotel's property. "Have a good
time?"
She hesitated. "Yes. It somehow seems like a dream, a very nice
dream. Did you enjoy it?"
"Hell yes!" I replied, wondering where we would go next. But that is
another story.........
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