Virtually Anything part 1

Terrence maintained a covert surveillance of the subway station entrance. A crowd of commuters filled the station during morning rush hour on a beautiful springtime Friday morning. Many of them were men in suits or work uniforms that he ignored. Some were beautiful, smartly dressed women who always attracted an admiring look from him. But they were not his target of his attention; that was reserved for one very special woman.

Jasmine was an apartment neighbor, and probably never suspected the intense desire he had for her. She was a quiet and gorgeous twenty-something, never appeared to date, and was both considerate and talented. She worked in Manhattan as a technical writer at a prestigious company and made her morning commute the same as millions of others did. It didn't take long for him to fall for her, and she hadn't been difficult to track. The fact that he was more than twice her age didn't occur to him.

While Jasmine kept a low profile, Terrence was just the opposite. He thrust himself into the spotlight as a renowned psychiatrist that specialized in hypnotism. After he established himself as an expert in the field he sold his practice and now worked freelance. There was a considerable amount of work available in law enforcement, hypnotizing potential witnesses and victims in an effort to dredge memories from them that could provide a valuable source of information for a criminal investigation.

He constantly perfected his skills. He had sharpened them to the point where it took only a brief immersion in total relaxation and precise vocalization to hypnotize a patient. Once hypnotized, suggestions were spoken and acted upon willingly. Some were resistant to his methods and others fell under his spell with relative ease. There was no way to anticipate how a patient would react.

Terrence spotted her in the sea of humanity as she descended the concrete steps into the station. She looked straight ahead and down with her sparkling green eyes as she picked a path through the crowd of moving bodies. Her stylish, shoulder length silky auburn hair bounced with each step.

The look on her radiant face was intent, as if the act of commuting was a serious event and no pleasure was taken in its completion. Her cherry lips were pursed and glistened with lip gloss. Her lips occasionally parted and the tip of her tongue extended and slowly moistened them with saliva.

When the surge of bodies separated at the foot of the stairs the remainder of Jasmine came into view. Her slender body was clothed in a short black skirt, a short-sleeved white blouse and black vest. A small white leather purse was clutched between her chest and right arm securely, fully aware of the constant threats that existed in the concrete jungle. She received both brief and lingering glances from the men she passed but appeared unaware of the male attention she attracted.

Terrence intentionally placed himself in her path as she approached the subway platform. Jasmine automatically changed trajectory to avoid him but he caught a whiff of the sweet, elegant scent left in her wake. He stopped and watched from behind and enjoyed the view of her tight round ass as it swayed from side to side. It unintentionally seduced him.

She walked to one extreme end of the platform, avoiding much of the crowd, and waited. He positioned himself closely behind and waited as well.

An express train barreled through at full speed, and pulled with it a blast of warm air that swept down the platform. It acted like thousands of tiny fingers that tugged at her clothing. When her short black skirt lifted up completely her left hand immediately dropped to hold the front down, but that never stopped the back and it fluttered up on the strong breeze. Terrence glanced down and admired the view of her shapely ass and thin black lace panties that were revealed by the train's passage. It reminded him of the famous Marilyn Monroe clip.

Screeching forewarned of another approaching train, this time braking to a stop. The lead car passed by them and continued to the opposite end of the platform. The doors hissed open and discharged a few passengers. Jasmine stepped up to a door and stepped inside. Unbeknownst to her, Terrence followed in close pursuit. The wall of bodies reluctantly cracked and allowed her to slip through to the rear door. Terrence took advantage of the blazed trail and easily tracked her like a hunter stalking deer.

There was no danger of losing her even if she disappeared from his view. She was a creature of habit and her destination was no mystery to him. They continued to the end of the end car, where she stood at the read window and gazed into the dark tunnel behind. The train lurched to a start and accelerated. Evenly spaced, concrete-encased steel supports flashed by in a rhythmic pattern of light and dark. Jasmine stared through the window, relaxed and soothed as she tuned out the noise and crowds.

Terrence hesitated. He was confident in his abilities, but just then a knot formed in his gut. If she wasn't the susceptible type, she'd think he was crazy or weird. He'd never be able to approach her again.

He closed the distance between them and stood directly behind the woman. He could see the reflection of her sweet, beautiful face in the window. Certainly she could see his as well, but Jasmine never looked directly at him nor acknowledged his unexpected presence. He felt invisible.

"You are completely relaxed." He spoke the words in a calm, quiet voice "You're feeling sleepy. Close your eyes."

Terrence watched her reflection and observed her compliance. She appeared very relaxed and serene, in contrast to the anxiety displayed upon her initial arrival in the subway station. The transition bolstered his self-confidence, but a final test was needed before he would attempt anything else.

"The purse is getting heavy. Your right arm is getting weaker and weaker."

The purse she carried in such a guarded embrace slipped from her grip and tumbled to the floor. Jasmine remained upright and left it on the floor. This unnatural behavior confirmed his suspicions. His hands reached up and gently caressed both of her shoulders.

"Tell me how good this feels." In his statement he inferred that anything she felt was good, and expertly programmed her for pleasure.

"Your hands are warm and it feels very relaxing." Terrence never heard her voice before, and he discovered it sounded soft and alluring. It was laced with need and desire as he had broken through the shell that kept her trapped inside.

His hands lifted up, and now the index finger of both hands lightly traced up and down from her shoulders to the elbows. She twitched and giggled softly. "That tickles, but your fingers feel so good."

"Tell me what else you feel."

Jasmine giggled again as more fingers traced the same path from shoulders to elbows. "I'm getting all warm and tingly down there. It feels weird."

He continued for several more moments and allowed her time to develop a sense of trust and bonding in their new relationship. Their bodies moved from side to side together with the rocking of the train. Terrence then took things a step further.

"The vest is making you uncomfortably warm."

Her hands reached up and loosened the three buttons that held the vest closed. It fell open and revealed the swell of the small, perky breasts contained within the blouse. Terrence looked down over her shoulder and enjoyed a peek of her mounds as the blouse was slightly open at the top, providing the slightest glimpse. They looked glorious.

"Your blouse is clinging to your neck. That must be uncomfortable."

Jasmine tugged at the neckline of her blouse. Her fingers popped the top two buttons open and pulled it apart. The imagined pressure was released and left her perky breasts partially revealed. Terrence looked down over her shoulder and gazed at the small mounds. A hint of her pink nipples were visible.

Terrence knew he had to plant a trap door before he lost the opportunity. As much as he wanted to feel those gorgeous breasts in his hands, he smartly planned for future opportunities. There was no way of predicting when they might get interrupted. The danger of a back door was using words or a series of letters or numbers that might be innocently encountered, launching her into an unintended trance-like state that could place her in harm. His mind considered the available options.

"Raza is your friend. You trust Raza." It was a suggestion, not a command or a question.

"Raza." Her voice was soft as the name was implanted in her mind. It was barely audible over the consistent clacking of the car's steel wheels on the tracks. "Raza is my friend."

Terrence lusted for her as no other. His hands reached around and opened an additional blouse button. It created an opening in her clothing that revealed a black lace bra. Her creamy flesh and a hint of the hardened pink nipples showed through.

He was surprised that the bra fastener was in front and so temptingly available. Terrence knew he could suggest that she unfasten it, but his desire was so strong that he popped the black plastic clip free. He looked down as it pulled away from her breasts and revealed two perky mounds of gorgeous, creamy flesh.

His palms moved towards her breasts, then hesitated. As much as he wanted to feel them against his fingers, he knew that a threatening move could jolt her from the trance.

"Your breasts are beautiful." The words were carefully selected. The pitch and tone used elicited a response.

"Touch them." Jasmine offered in an invitation that could not be declined.

Terrence closed his eyes as his palms cupped them. He gently squeezed and caressed the soft, perky mounds and felt as the pink nipples swelled and hardened. Fingertips roamed upon along the bottom of the swells, and his thumbs rubbed on the pulsating, rubbery nubs. She softly moaned.

The train squealed as the brakes were applied. The cars jerked as they slowed, and Jasmine leaned against him for support. Terrence grabbed a support pole with one hand to keep his balance. When the train stopped, the doors hissed open. Passengers filed out as others piled in and maintained the equilibrium. Terrence monitored his experiment to see if the commotion would jar her from her current mental state, and was satisfied it didn't. They were invisible to the riders, who had their own needs and interests.

The doors closed and the train lurched to a start. He knew it would take ten minutes to reach the next station, where Jasmine would disembark. It was essential that she continue her normal morning commute.

He caressed her smooth, silky breasts. For Terrence it was a dream come true. His fingertips glided over the perfect skin, and lightly pinched the swollen nubs. Their bodies swayed in unison as he gazed at the reflection of her chest in the window. It was the most erotic moment of his life. Her entire body shuddered against him, and her angelic voice emitted soft moaning. He leaned forward and kissed the base of her neck. Her scent was fresh and alluring and stirred his penis.

"Tell me how you feel." He whispered the suggestion into her ear as his tongue lightly traced the exterior of the lobe.

"I'm all hot and tingly down there. I think I might be wet. It feels so incredible. When you touch me it feels like jolts of electricity coursing through my flesh. My legs are weak and trembling."

Terrence tugged at the bottom of her blouse, pulling it free from the top of the skirt. His left hand held the blouse up as his right reached down and caressed her smooth, warm belly. Jasmine arched her back and groaned aloud, excited by the touching. His fingertips traced the skin along the top edge of her skirt and occasionally dipped beneath the elastic waistband. Jasmine shifted position; she placed her weight onto her left leg and slid her right leg out.

He hadn't planned on doing anything more than kissing her lithe neck and touching her incredible breasts, but the temptation of more was too great. Terrence had watched and followed and lusted after her for too long and wasn't prepared for the invitation she offered when her legs parted.

"Touch me down there." Her whisper opened a door that pulled Terrence inside with an invisible hand.

He knew only a few minutes remained. The fingers of both hands slipped beneath the elastic waistband of her skirt and panties simultaneously and sifted through the soft curls of pubic hair. Now it was Terrence who felt all warm and tingly down there, and his penis suddenly roused and swelled to its full size and pulsated against her lower back.

A wide grin appeared on his face as he closed his eyes and savored the glorious feel of the silky strands between and under his fingers. Her love mound was soft and warm and inviting. His hands dipped down further. As the fingers of one hand stroked and teased her left inner thigh, the other lightly touched and explored the soft, moist folds of her pussy. She moaned and leaned back against him. Her hips thrust forward, pressing herself harder upon his fingers.

"Tell me how you feel." His words were soft and broken, for all control had been lost at this point. Terrence feared she would not respond as anticipated.

"My pussy is so hot and creamy. I feel an intense tingling all over. My legs are so weak I can barely stand. Your fingers feel...incredible. The way you touch me makes me feel so sexy and hot."

The tips of his fingers traced along the moist folds and were smeared with her lubricating nectar. A middle finger pushed between the folds and dipped into the narrow canyon within. Her body twitched as he explored the length of her juicy slit. When his finger neared Jasmine's enlarged clit she moaned loudly.

He teased the flesh around the clit and she melted in his hands. Another finger pushed into her slit and rubbed at the opening of her canal. As her hips frantically thrust against his hands Terrence gently pushed the tip of his finger into her hole. The doorway reluctantly opened and sealed around its circumference. It oozed with wetness and was steamy hot.

"You like this." Terrence spoke in a weak and broken voice. His blood-engorged penis throbbed in his pants and his semen-filled balls ached for release.

"I love you touching me like this. Rub around my clit faster. I'm so close." Jasmine pleaded with him in a breathless whisper, eager to savor a wonderful orgasm that wasn't self-induced.

He complied. His fingers pushed and held the folds apart and his middle finger rapidly stroked around the hooded clit. Her body twitched and writhed against him and his erect prick. The stimulation teased his penis as the head rubbed against her lower back through their clothing. The semen in his balls started to rise.

Terrence looked at her gorgeous reflection in the window. Her half-unbuttoned blouse revealed perky breasts that jiggled with the motion of the train. He stared at the supple mounds and nipples as he fingered her wondrous pussy. More of Jasmine's creamy wetness seeped from her crotch and coated his fingers. He wanted to be inside of her so badly that it hurt.

Jasmine reached her left hand back and looped it around his neck for support. Her sweet voice groaned louder as her slender frame twitched and jerked in sheer ecstasy. She ground her body against his as an orgasm approached. When she climaxed her whole body tensed and jerked wildly in uncontrollable pleasure.

Her throes excited him as well as her lower back rubbed on the tip of his penis harder and faster. Terrence tried to hold back but couldn't, and as her gyrating body quieted his balls released their contents. Thick wads of milky semen was ejaculated into his underpants and quickly soaked through his clothing.

They were both shaken and breathless after their sexual release. Jasmine withdrew her left arm and leaned against the glass window. Her gasping slowly ebbed and her gorgeous body quieted.

"You're awake."

A look of fear and confusion appeared on her face as if she had awakened from a dream and discovered it to be true. She tried to hide herself as much as possible and refastened the bra and blouse buttons. Terrence watched her reaction and disappeared into the crowd. Once she was dressed she turned and looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

Had she done this herself or had she been some pervert's victim? Jasmine still felt dazed as the train squeaked to a stop. She tentatively stepped from the train after the doors hissed open and joined the throngs of other commuters.

Despite what had happened, a feeling of intense pleasure lingered. Jasmine knew she'd been fondled and had climaxed into her black lace panties because the crotch was wet and sticky. She couldn't remember the details, but that wondrous feeling of having an orgasm stuck in her mind. It had felt so incredible. But the thought of having lost all control like that frightened her, as well. Was she being stalked?

Part Two

Terrence recognized the sound of Jasmine's apartment door being opened. He listened for her footsteps and when he knew she had walked past he stepped from his apartment and trailed his neighbor. A load of clothes filled a plastic hamper that she carried in both arms. A small cloth bag dangled from her right wrist, bulging with several large bottles he guessed to be laundry detergent and fabric softener. She was casually dressed a pair of denim shorts and a white pull-over T-shirt.

Four days had elapsed since he'd approached her on the train. He constantly replayed that first encounter like a video tape. He watched it over and over in his mind; the look and feel of her sumptuous breasts and juicy pussy. He had been waiting for another opportunity to be with her in more private surroundings, and hoped this might pan out. He wanted to be inside of her so bad that his intense need caused physical pain.

He followed her to the basement, where two washers and dryers were set up in a small laundry area. Jasmine opened the door and walked inside. She placed a load of clothes in both washers. As she added soap and softener Terrence silently moved in behind her. He closed and locked the hollow wood door.

"Raza." He carefully repeated the phrase he'd implanted in her mind and hoped that the door would be opened.

Jasmine had just closed the washer lid and stood upright, frozen in position. Terrence waited several seconds and realized that she had fallen into a trance-like state, exactly as he'd intended. He filled with excitement and wondered which approach should be used.

"Your T-shirt is soaked."

She glanced down at her completely dry T-shirt but in her mind she saw and felt wetness. Her fingers un-tucked it from the shorts and she slipped it off over her head. She bent down and tossed it into a dryer, where it would be joined by other clothing later.

"Turn towards the voice of your trusted friend."

Jasmine turned around and faced him. His eyes drank in the beauty of her bare perky breasts. They silently beckoned. A quizzical look appeared on her face, as if she was aware of what she did yet failed to grasp the reasoning. When he stepped forward she made no defensive retreat.

Instead, she placed her palms on the front of the washer that stood directly behind her and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Once seated her luscious lips formed into an alluring smile, her creamy thighs slid far apart, and her hands reached out and drew him forward.

She softly sighed as their lips met. They kissed lightly and drank in the fragrance of one another. When Terrence's tongue pressed against her lips they opened, and her own tongue temptingly lured it deeply into her wet mouth. The sweet taste and warmth of their oral embrace sparked passion. The smooth muscles entwined, teased, coaxed, probed, and skirmished in battles of dominance. When his tongue thrust fully inside, she wildly bit and sucked.

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