Mental Telepathy Ch. 1

As she settled down her eyes once again opened to look directly at John. A questioning look on her face he smiled and looked away. She bumped into two tables as she worked her way down the aisle and he could see her grip was tight on the doorframe as she worked her way through the door.

He was convinced that he had that effect on her. The timing was just too perfect for all of her reactions. How the hell had this happened to him? Was it the result of the accident? How did that set him up for this? He noticed that she had left her book sitting on the table as she had left in haste. He walked to her table and noticed that it was a romance novel. He picked it up, allowed it to open to the last page she had read and read a phrase or two that told him of the hero of the novel ravishing the heroine. Had she gotten a head start? Could he get to a woman that wasn't already thinking of sex? Sounded like another experiment was on the way.

As he walked to his apartment he noticed that a woman stood waiting for the elevator. He moved to the back of the elevator as the doors slid shut and leaned against the back wall. He looked at the woman's back, nondescript a little overweight, bright yellow thin fabric shirt, with pastel green shorts. He imagined sliding his arms around her and trailing his fingers around to her nipples. As he imagined his fingers coming in contact with her she jumped as if startled and turned to look at John. He was still leaning against the back wall as she glared at him, with a questioning look on her face. John smiled uncertainly at her and she finally smiled back.

Ok, John was starting to learn the rules of this gift he had been given. If the woman was thinking sex then she would probably go with it, but could you expect her to be any less annoyed at this mental stimulation than she would be if he just walked up behind her and slid his arms around her? A new twist to the discoveries he was going through. He made a decision to be careful with this gift, to use it carefully and only in the right circumstances.

The next day was John's first day back at the office since the accident. As was his custom John worked hard and diligently, taking only a few minutes to eat his lunch at his desk as he worked. He was behind before his accident and things were worse now. Everything was going fine for him until he took his afternoon run to the lobby for a candy bar. Always a chocolate craving late in the afternoon which he typically tried to ignore but today he felt as if his stomach was eating itself by 3:00.

As the door of the elevator began to close he heard a shout and the clicking of a woman running in high heels "hold the elevator, Please!" he barely got to the door open button before the door came to a close.

He gulped down a breath with a hiss as Nancy turned the corner and got on the elevator. Today was different than all the others before. He was afraid to think, afraid she would feel his thoughts, but he was captivated by her as he always had been. Her short dark blue skirt highlighted the fact that she had a flat stomach, a nice tight ass, with no panty lines. Her white blouse allowed the outlines of her bra to show through her blouse, stark against the darker tones of her skin, the lines lost as they slid down under her dark blue blazer. Her hair like silk, fine, resting gently on her should as it flowed down her back.

He tried to think of baseball, who won the 1972 world series anyway? Why had they chosen 90 feet between the bases? Who had played the most consecutive games? But his eyes lingered on her. He tried looking at the door as he always had. But his thoughts turned to how much he'd love to take her into his arms, to hold her tight to him, to lean slowly over and gently kiss her eye lids, trail kisses down the ridge of her nose, a gentle peck on her cheeks to feel her soft lips finally meet his. He looked over at her to catch her pursing her lips just slightly. Almost a kissing motion. A deep breath taken and held just a moment before sliding out of her slowly, but not quite silently.

The door to the elevator opened and he followed her out. He was several steps behind her thinking that he had escaped as he noticed her ass swaying down the hall. He watched as it floated away marveling at its firmness, thinking of what it must look like naked, convinced, actually feeling its firmness under his fingers as he felt it. Nancy turned quickly with a smile on her face that disappeared the instant she saw John standing well behind her.

Well of course he was perplexed. Had she smiled as she turned thinking John had actually touched her ass. Was the instant disappearance of her smile due to the feeling of having her ass felt by a relative stranger, or because she had realized that she had only imagined his touch. He wanted to ask her out, to try his luck but he was terrified about his gift that seemed more like a curse. If he couldn't get through a simple elevator ride how would he get through an entire evening with her. If she wore clothing that got him fantasizing at the office what would she wear if they went to dinner? Would he ever forgive himself if he didn't ask her out?

These questions and several thousand more wear flashing through his head when he heard a knock on his door frame. As he looked up he was shocked to see Nancy standing at his door.

"umm hi, John?" she asked.

"Hi, yes I'm John."

"Hi I'm Nancy from marketing, um, we're working on a project for a client and we're not sure what we can offer him. He wants some special stuff and we needed some input from an engineer that can think outside the box. Do you have a couple of minutes?"

"I'd love to help you Nancy, but I'm kind of in the middle of something. Can this wait a couple of hours?" he responded.

"Well, I was kind of hoping to get a start on it and then wanted to try to get out here almost on time, its 4:00 and I was hoping to get out of here by at least 5:30."

"It's gotta get done today?"

"No it can wait till tomorrow" she said with a slight frown on her face. "I'll jot down a few ideas, maybe it's best if I organize my ideas first anyway. How about early tomorrow morning then?"

"I'll finish this up tonight and be ready with a clean deck tomorrow morning, I promise." And he flashed her the best smile he could muster.

"Great! till tomorrow then" and she flashed him a smile that played at the corners of her eyes, flashed her bright white teeth, a few creases giving her face character and endearing her to him just a little more.

She spun from the door and the last glimpse he had of her was the flash of her skirt and she scurried away, almost like she was afraid. The aroma of her perfume lingered in his office. He tried to concentrate on finishing the design job on his desk but every so often he would get a whiff of her scent. It smelled sensuous, womanly, with a touch of sex thrown in.

The hours passed and he slowly but surely finished his project. He finally rose from his desk and glanced at the clock, 11:13. It was late and he had to be in early the next morning to meet with Nancy. He checked his memo box out in the connecting lobby of the offices and noticed that he had a message. As he skimmed through it he found that it was the ideas that Nancy had thrown together before she left for the day. He wondered what she was doing right then. Had she left for a date? Was it a steady or a first date? Did he kiss her, did he run his hands down the soft skin of her neck, down the firm lines of her back?

As he thought about her he found that he was taking the place of the imaginary suitor of Nancy's. Again, his lips gently caressed her forehead, slid down to place a gentle kiss, soft as a snowflake on each eye lid, kissing her gently on her cheek, to kiss her neck softly, lingeringly, sliding up over her chin to finally feel the softness of her lips against his, her lips parting slowly, her soft tongue, the tip of his sliding slightly into her mouth to wrestle slowly, seductively with hers.

His hands held her head, the soft brown silk of her hair cascading through his fingers as his hands gently caressed her head, held like a treasure between his fingers. His kisses trailing down her neck, feeling the swell of her breasts against his chin as he slid lower. His hands sliding down the fabric of her back, still tangled in her soft brown hair pulling her chest tighter to him as his chin gently separated the confines of her blouse, his tongue licking trails along the edges of her bra.

The sound startled him as he stood in the middle of the foyer to the office complex. It sounded like a... well a moan. He looked down the two halls he could see. No signs of anyone. He quietly walked to the end of the hallway to the farthest reaches from his office and as he turned the corner he saw an office where light was spilling from a partially opened office door. He snuck quietly down the hallway to pear through the crack into the office.

Her chair was leaning back, her feet on the edge of the desk. It could be no one other than Nancy. At first he wondered why she was there? Didn't she say she had plans this evening? Didn't she want to leave early?

He could smell her scent coming through the crack and again that moan... "ohhhh...." He could see her chair moving rhythmically as if she was, well masturbating. He wanted to see her, wanted to view her as she ascended her pleasure. He could see her only in his mind as his view of her was from behind and was blocked by the chair she sat in. He thought of how he'd love to feel her. How he wanted to slide his hand down her trim toned flat stomach. Her hair was trimmed and sparse, her legs spread wide. He imagined he was kneeling between her legs as she leaned back in her chair, her ass forward in the chair offering herself to him.

He imagined kissing the insides of her thighs gently sliding his tongue up to the joint between her body and leg. He could feel the sinew of her tendons as he suckled on then so close to her lips but never quite touching.

"Oh shit... It's happening again" it seemed so loud as she said it but it was whispered.

He could taste her as he imagined his tongue reaching out to gently trace her lips. He could feel them separate as his tongue traced her from her opening up, slowly, tongue flat like a cat's to a gentle flick at her clit. He watched as her body twitched the tingles of the contact of his tongue with her clit shooting through her body. He fantasized about sliding up her body, her blouse was open and her bra with a front closing clasp was pulled to the side. Her nipples were a light pink and were long and very hard.

As he imagined the head of his ragingly hard cock coming in contact with her wet lips he heard her gasp, and felt tingles rush through his body. He could feel her wetness and the resistance of the walls of her pussy as he slowly slid deeper into her. He looked down as he pulled his cock out of his recently unzipped zipper but it did not look wet. He stopped and reversed his motion to pull out just an inch then to return the pressure as he slid deeper into her. The feelings while he stood in the hallway as he watched her were so real, as if he was actually making love to this woman.

Her hands fell to her side almost touching the floor as he began to imagine thrusting deeply into her. Pulling almost all the way out, with a little pause then to slide deeply inside again. The tingles were building, he could feel them beginning at his crotch, racing down the shaft of his cock. He could feel his testicles pulling up tightly against his body as he prepared to shoot. It felt so good and he knew he was racing to an orgasm without even touching his cock.

Nancy, pushed even further back in her chair, leaning back so far that John could see that her nipples looked exactly as John had imagined them. He watched as her body began to shudder, tenseness coursed through her body and she began to grunt with each wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hands were laying at her sides, hanging down almost touching the ground as her orgasm raged through her body.

He struggled to keep from grunting as the first streak of his hit white cum burst from his cock. He reached down to grasp his cock and stroked through his orgasm. He opened his eyes to see Nancy's arm moving rhythmically again. Stroking herself through another orgasm. His being finished he was able to observe her more intense second cum.

Her body was tense and quiet moans slipped from between her lips, their tone and intensity rising as she neared her release. Her head went back pushing deeper into her chair. The chair vibrated with tension as she reached the edge of the abyss of pleasure. She was pushed so far back he could look down her chest and could see her nard nipples thrusting out, about ¾ of an inch long and pink. Her breasts shook with the movements of her hand as she drew rapid circles on her clit. Then as he watched her mouth fell open and her body froze, just for a second or two but she seemed so tense.

A burst of sound starting with her grunt, "ohh!... unnh unf ohhhhh....." and her body jerked forward hiding her from John's view. He watched as the chair jerked again and again accompanied by her moans long drawn out, punctuated by grunts that telegraphed such pleasure to John's ears that his reaction was instant and almost violent tingles coursing through his body. Her orgasm ended with a long sigh as she let the air slowly trickle from her lungs.

John snuck quietly down the hall back to his office. He quietly put his things away, turned off his light and snuck to the stair well, thinking it would be best if he went down a flight or two before getting on the elevator.

As he lay in his bed he could not get the visions of Nancy out of his head. He thought she was beautiful and now had an idea of how beautiful she was in the throes of sexual release but he hadn't been able to see her face, a full view of her body. He wanted her worse than ever now. But how would he get through his meeting with her without thinking of her in that way. Would she be receptive or would she freak.

The next morning came with trepidation. John sat at his desk as 7 came and went and then 8. He tried to get some work done but couldn't seem to concentrate on anything. He was tired and nervous.

Finally Nancy popped her head around the corner and said "Hi! How are you this morning, sorry I'm late, didn't sleep well."

She did look a little rough but still was the most attractive woman John had ever spoken to. She sat down and they began to discuss the project. John did pretty good at concentrating on their work and they actually got a lot done. She had a lilting laugh which she bestowed on John freely. He enjoyed making her laugh. She had a silky voice and turned out to be bright and articulate. He enjoyed working with her.

As they finished up their preliminary work on the new project she thanked him and told him he had some great ideas.

"It's great to finally work with someone who knows what the systems are capable of. " she said as she rose to leave his office.

"I've really enjoyed working with someone who is pushing the edges of the system. You're ideas have been great, I've ummm really enjoyed working with you" John said to her in a timid voice. Her stretching as she rose was enough to highlight her body to him. John imagined reaching out and caressing her breast as she held her arm behind her head. She had a look pass across her face and John knew she had felt his touch.

"would you like to... Ummm I mean do you have plans for lunch?" John couldn't believe those words had come out of his mouth.

"No I don't have plans, but, well I haven't been feeling so great the past couple of days. I don't know what it is but, well I've been.... Oh never mind, you wouldn't understand."

"You know what? I probably would understand, but we can't talk about it here. Lunch?"

"Ok, lets go" Nancy finally relented.

As they sat at the quaint quiet restaurant located far enough from the office that the majority of the employees would never go there, John leaned over the table and whispered to Nancy; "Do you feel at times like someone is touching you?"

"Yes! How'd you know?" she responded with shock and surprise in her eyes.

"I don't know how to tell you this Nancy, you know the past few weeks that I've been out of the office?"

"Yeah I noticed that, I noticed that you weren't in, I thought perhaps you were traveling"

"No I was in an accident and something happened to me."

"What happened?"

"Well, I've always thought you were cute, always wanted to get the chance to ask you out but I was afraid you'd think I was nuts, I mean until last night we'd never really spoken to each other." He told her, blushing with insecurity but he'd gotten so far now he couldn't turn back.

"I probably would've said yes to lunch you know, I thought you were cute too, I was really excited about this project and the chance to get to know you a little." She said as she looked down at the table.

"Well, you probably won't think so after I tell you what's going on..."

"What are you talking about? She asked with some alarm in her voice.

"The accident I told you about, well it seems like... well it's kind of like... ummm, I can sort of fantasize about somebody and they seem to feel it, I mean feel it for real, ever since the accident."

"You're so full of shit John your eyes are turning brown..." she said.

"No really! You said something weird's been happening to you, like someone has been touching you, that's been, well its been me! I'm really sorry I don't know how to control it yet."

"No way John, that's really too far out to be real." Her curiosity overriding her sense of anger.

"Really," John said. "Close your eyes"

As she closed her eyes he thought about kissing her neck and as his imaginary lips made contact with her skin her eyes flew open. "It HAS been you!" and she just looked at him. "But last night I was in my office, and, well, I felt... touches."

"I know, I was in the hall outside of your office, I was thinking of you at the mailboxes and I heard a moan and when I went to investigate, well your door was slightly open, and I umm, saw you..."

"I don't know whether to be mad or to throw myself at your feet." And she smiled at him, a warm deep smile, with her eyes more than her mouth, looking at john differently than she had before. "if, as you say, you watched, well what did you see..."

"ummm well you seemed to have a really good time..." and John couldn't quite keep the smile of his face.

Now that she believed him she fired off a series of questions, how, when, where, can he turn it off? All the obvious questions.

"I'm still learning to control it, and I can feel what I imagine"

"Last night, when I was close to coming, I felt, ... Umm... I felt like someone was, well, making love to me."

"I was, and I felt you too..." John replied shyly.

She reached out and touched his hand, taking it in hers on the table. She ran her long slim fingers over his and he couldn't help it. He began to think of what it would feel like to trace little circles over the skin of her arm as he held her hand. Her breasts hanging pendulously as she leaned over the table almost begged to be touched. His imaginary hand reached out and touched her breast, her nipple began to harden under her blouse.

"Are you doing it now?" she asked.

John's face turned beet red as he said "I'm really sorry, I just can't seem to control it yet, I'm trying not to"

Nancy looked John in the eye, and said "I don't want you to stop. It feels good."

John was able to watch her face as her breathing changed, as her nipples rose to their full height, he imagined reaching down to trace little circles on the insides of her leg. As the circles grew and slowly but inexorably traced higher and higher she moaned and slid down on her seat, her legs spreading to give him access. He could feel her silk panties as he pulled them to the side and slid his finger under them to touch her lips. They separated as if by magic as he traced their length, feeling the moisture seeping slowly out. He gathered some moisture with his finger tip and gently traced circles around her clit rubbing it side to side as his circles decreased in size but increased in speed.