Hypnotryst - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Hypnotryst - Part 2

... it. TW: That’s great. Now we’re going to drift on the wind. We’re going to drift toward that time. Okay? SR: Okay. TW: Good, Susan. That’s great. As you drift, I want you to let go of the balloons one by one. And with each balloon you let go, you’ll be a year younger and a year closer to twenty-one. So have you let one go? SR: Uh huh. TW: Now you’re going down. Slowly down towards twenty-one. Can you let another one go? SR: Okay. TW: You can still see all the way to twenty-one, but now you’re closer. Keep letting go of the balloons one by one and we’ll drift, and we’ll get lower. Are you getting closer? SR: Uh huh. TW: Okay, I’m going to count down from ten, and when I get to one we’ll be there. We’ll be at your college when you’re twenty-one. Okay? SR: Okay. TW: Here we go. Let go of some more balloons. Ten … nine … eight … seven … we’re getting close now … six … five … four … almost there … three … two … one … and here we are. It’s the day of the party, and you’re getting ready to go out. Are you ready to do that? SR: I guess. TW: Take a look in the mirror. Tell me what you see. SR: Oh wow, I’m so young! My hair’s still long and I’m wearing way too much make-up. Oh, and a to-die-for little black dress! It’s short and slinky and makes me look like I have hips. The bodice is really low-cut in a shallow vee that stays up on its own, but it has these sheer chiffon shoulder straps so you can dance without having your boobs pop out. TW: Wow, it sounds sexy. Are you planning on a ...

... good time tonight? SR: I hope so. I think … TW: What do you think? SR: I think tonight might be the night. Last night I let Ryan put his hand under my dress. And I felt his cock through his jeans. TW: You haven’t had sex with him before? SR: I haven’t had sex with anyone before. TW: But you think now the time is right. SR: I think so. We were both pretty excited last night. It was hard to stop, but I wanted it to be special. TW: It wasn’t special last night? SR: Not really. We were just making out in his car. TW: Okay. Now I want you to fast-forward to the party. Tell me what’s happening. SR: Oh, umm, okay. Well, there’s lots of people and it’s at someone’s house. There’s music playing – it’s The Rolling Stones, Sympathy for the Devil – and there’s lots of couples dancing and more on sofas and arm-chairs necking and feeling each other up. TW: What are you doing? SR: We’re dancing. Slow and sexy. Ryan has both arms around me with his hands on my backside. I’m holding him tight and I can feel his cock pressing into my stomach. I go up on tiptoes to kiss him, but I really just want to feel it move against me. I’m so horny. TW: Do you think you’re going to have sex? SR: Uh huh. I’m just waiting for him to ask. TW: What do you think it will be like? Do you have any expectations? SR: I’m not sure. I’m expecting some pain. Everyone says it feels good, so I guess I’m hoping it does … but I’m a bit frightened. TW: Frightened? Of what? SR: Oh, of everything and nothing. What if I do it ...