Taboo

Keywords: At, Ch., the, Summit, 08,

*by Prof. Richard W.

(formerly of the University of ____________)*

"Contributed by Richard Williams for the enjoyment of Literotica's readers. This fictional story is copyrighted and may only be used for your personal pleasure. It may not be sold, distributed, or posted on another website without the author's permission."

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Later in 1997

"Tell me more...." Sophia whispered. I noticed my lover trying to surreptitiously adjust her well-filled bra, as if it was becoming uncomfortably full. I was hard now myself, and that made it harder to carry on, but I tried to continue the tale of agent Dean and his new acquaintance, the dark-eyed Greek-American girl, Maria.

Before the Summit in 1997

Dean suggested that Maria could sit up and still remain relaxed by resting her head against the cushions. She did so.

"Maria," Dean continued, "you regard me as someone who is older and more experienced than you... if that is true, you will blink your eyes."

"You will find that if you share your own thoughts with me, that I can help you. If you would like that, you will blink your eyes."

"In fact, you are not sure that you should have sex with me tonight, but it would be very sexy if you told me some of your experiences... if you read some of the notes from your diary to me. If that seems like a good idea, you will blink your eyes."

"You would like to feel sexy with me... if that seems like a good idea to you, and you are comfortable with that idea, you will blink your eyes."

Of course she blinked her eyes, because she was still working her way along the edge of a deeper and deeper trance, and her own accidental agreement, Dean knew, would urge her eagerly into it.

After testing to see that she was deep under, Dean began to make suggestions. It seemed apparent that Maria expected some kind of sexual aspect to their time together, at least subconsciously. He had come quickly to a plan as to how to divert that feeling.

"It will be very sexy when you read notes from your diary to me.... and as you do, you will enjoy a pleasant feeling of warmth... quite satisfying... it will be very relaxing to read to me... and you will enjoy my response to your reading... you may want to act out some of the parts for me so that I will understand better... and be able to help you understand them yourself.

"When I say "act out" to you, you will enjoy the liberty in dramatizing your own thoughts... but it is only acting.... so it will be okay... everything will be fine.... you will feel at those moments that you are in a play called "Maria's Diary" and you will enjoy me as the audience.

"You are confident that I will set safe limits... that you will not be harmed... and that you will feel better and better about your performance as the night goes on. You will cease acting out any scene when it becomes too stressful for you.... but you will find it difficult to remember these instructions in your busy conscious mind, so your subconscious mind will retain them for you.

"You will find that it is too difficult to remember these instructions as you rise out of your deep trance. As I count to five, you will awaken certain that you want to read to me from your diary, comfortably, relaxed, with a clear mind, and enjoying your time with me just as you planned."

"I guess this train IS relaxing... I dozed off there for a second, didn't I?" Maria grinned sheepishly as she roused from the trance.

"Don't give it a thought... we need to find something else which will keep us up a bit, " Dean suggested.

"When you came for me, I was putting some notes in my diary. Would you like to hear what I wrote?" Maria said it so simply that no one would have thought of it as a suggested act. It was just what she herself wanted to do, but would not have done due to her social conditioning through the years.

Maria reached into her bag and pulled out the diary.

"Would you like me to read what I wrote about you?" She grinned impishly.

"Sure... I'm as vain as the next guy. Hope you spelt my name right," Dean teased.

Maria opened to the most recent entry, and cleared her throat.

"Tonight I met a really interesting old guy in the dining car. Well, he wasn't really THAT old, but he was older, anyway." Maria looked over at Dean. "I didn't mean that you were REALLY, like ELDERLY. I meant older than my regular friends. I mean, I have older friends, too.... help!"

They laughed at her embarrassment. Dean motioned for her to go ahead. He would pass on asking her to act this one out.

"It seems to be getting warmer in here... do you mind if I...?" and she coyly began unbuttoning her blouse.

"Just one button ought to do it!" Dean urgently suggested. She complied.

The single open button revealed just enough more of her curves that in combination with her soft eyes and hair, she was even more alluring. It occurred to Dean that maybe she had some blemish somewhere - she couldn't have gotten any sexier than this with her clothes all the way off. But he quit while he was ahead.

Maria raised an eyebrow archly, and then returned to her narration.

"He seems to already know me... I need to be a part of him somehow... or perhaps I already am. Another life? Just a reminder of someone else? A desire for the President, and this man's just handier? Duhhhh?!" She showed Dean that there were a bunch of question marks across the page.

"It would be way cool," she continued, "to find out how he feels. It would be like when I was with Bernard, except you know how that turned out. This one has some secret, too. They all do, I guess, all the older guys, they pile them up through the years. It would be fun to be a femme fatale and be able to pry the secrets out with a kiss, but that's not me...." she started to continue the put-down.

Dean could not resist.

"Act out!" he commanded, and held his breath.

At once, Marie adopted a comic-book seductress pose, looking boldly across at him with her chin down. As she did so, she undid another button, and then stood and advanced on Dean, her breasts thrust forward, letting them sway slightly to and fro as his eyes locked on her. Her lips were pursed temptingly. And then she parted them....

"Tell me your secrets, Mr. Dean" she murmured, "and I am yours..." She undid another of her buttons. Only her waistband held her blouse half-closed now.

"You'll never get them out of me!" he chortled in the play-acting tone. He rose to meet her. "Try!"

She took him in her arms and her lips approached his indirectly, swaying slowly like a lazy serpent. Maria parted hers slowly, and gently planted them over his. Their touch on his was almost unidentifiable at first, and then stronger... and stronger. Dean's penis struggled and his balls rolled wildly against the cotton briefs which held them. He wanted to take her right there, now....

Later in 1997

"Richard..." Sophia interrupted me. She was breathing heavily. "Touch me right there...."

She took my hand below the table, and guided it to the warmth that was radiating from her sex.

"Richard, we NEED to pay the bill and get out of here NOW."

"I think you are warm enough that we could go off right here."

"Yessss, dear Richard," she whispered hotly, "but I am going to be so loud that they will call the Fire Department. That was funny in 'Harry Meets Sally' when she pretended an orgasm in the restaurant, but YOU'LL be the one they are staring at here." I nodded as I felt my own stiffness.

Desperately, I flagged down the waiter and charged the tab to our room. And then we were off.

He watched our departure with professional detachment, and his mouth hanging open.

The elevators were too slow in the Oxford -- actually, they would have been too slow anywhere. We pounded up the ancient wrought iron staircase -- how many lovers had raced up these stairs ahead of us? -- and chased each other to our room.

I barely had the door closed before Sophia was at me. We eagerly tugged at each other's clothing, struggled to obtain a random state of nakedness. All of Victoria's Secrets entered the public domain. I tugged Sophia's lacy bra up off her burning breasts, covering their fullness with hot kisses as she grabbed at my waistbands. The bra kept trying to do its thing, but I pushed it out of the way, where it rested on top of her chest, still securely fastened and totally useless. I knelt and whisked her pants and panties off in one sweep, her hot scent urging me on as I rose to embrace her.

We struggled to kick off our shoes, and somehow we tumbled on the bed, me still in my open shirt and with my socks on, she with her bra still on, our clothes in a trail across the floor. I mounted Sophia, and rode in her wild charge into the battle, finally breaking her runaway motions and bringing her with calm and powerful thrusts into deep and deeper union with me, whispering encouragement to her inner sensuality.

As we rode with each other, as we firmly brought each other to sweet synchronicity, THEN I felt the wave building in her, rolling towards me, sweeping over us. Our wildness returned, set loose for our shattering orgasm. Inevitably, I squeezed and squeezed again, filling her deepest places while she cried out.

We lay together, drenched in our sweat, a string of silver stretching out from my lazy penis.

"I want, I WANT, to hear the next part of the story..." Sophia began hoarsely as she drifted off. She trembled in a moment of post-coital relaxation, mumbled something about "Barnard...." and then was sound asleep.

I understood why she was trying to think of that name. It was a name out of our past, our past shared with a woman named Karen and her special ring, a past which was being drawn back into the present by Dean's unwitting revelations as he probed Maria's Diary. And then I was hard asleep, too.

* Today *

In the next chapter of "At the Summit" we will rejoin Dean as Maria shares more. And for readers who joined this series with the "California Zephyr" stories, the ring circle begins to close.

Keywords: At, Ch., the, Summit, 08,