The Touch - Sex Stories

The Touch

Ed went to his window to investigate the noise he heard outside and discovered an old man in the alley, rooting through the trashcan for something to eat. He felt a little sympathy for the old guy, and opened the window. “Hey, do you want to come in here and have some real food?” he asked. The old guy looked up, startled, but then he nodded and dropped the empty can of beans into the cavernous pocket of his ratty trench coaat. He brought the older gentleman into his apartment and got him a frozen dinner into the microwave, then sat down in the living room with him. “So, what’s your story?” he asked. “Why do you have to dig through garbage for food?” The old man looked at him and chuckled. “What makes you think I don’t have any other options?” he said in a gravelly voice. “I can make anyone do anything I want, using only the power of my mind!” “Yeah, right!” Ed scoffed. “If that’s true, then get the brunette that lives across the hall to come in here and do us a striptease!” “Is that all you want her to do, tease us?” asked the old man. “Or should she let us use her body any way we want?” “Whatever.” Ed said wryly. “She’s an avowed lesbian, she told me. She’ll never come in here, let alone do anything!” The microwave dinged. “That’s your dinner.” Ed said. “It’s okay to eat it in here, as long as you don’t make a mess.” “Very kind of you, young man. May I have something to drink, as well?” “Of course.” Ed replied. “Would a beer suit you?” “Oh, that would be lovely!” he sighed. ...

... “While you’re getting it, perhaps you should answer the door, as well. I think you’ll find your lesbian neighbor there, ready for anything you want to give her.” “Yeah, right! I wish, because I haven’t been laid for over a month.” Ed went to the kitchen and brought the old man his food. The tray was taken gratefully, and then the old man looked pointedly at the front door. “I don’t think you should keep her waiting. It’s not polite, you know.” Ed went to the front door and opened it, and to his great surprise, his beautiful neighbor was standing there! He stepped out of her way, and she went right into the living room without a word. “Her name is Michelle.” the old man told him. “Tell her to do something. She’s yours to command.” “You really weren’t kidding, were you?” Ed asked in disbelief. “Michelle, tell me, why are you here?” “I don’t know.” she answered. “I just felt like coming over, I guess.” “Ed, tell her to do something! I want to know what you will do with such a beautiful woman at your disposal! What sort of man are you? I’m dying, and I need to pass this gift, or curse, this Touch I have, but I need to know that it’s going to the right person!” said the old man. “Tell her to do whatever you want her to do, so I can see if you’re the right one!” Ed looked at the strange old man, then at Michelle. She was standing in the middle of the room, wearing a blue summer dress that tied at her neck. He really wanted to see her take it off, but somehow it seemed wrong to make ...