14.  Cindy Meets Jim

Cindy on the way to the bar, regretted the outfit she had put together that morning to meet Jim.  She enjoyed watching Gene get beside himself when she held up the dress to fuel his imagination.  She had gotten the dress out of the back of her closet from her college days almost 15 years ago, and admittedly it looked very short.  “But how short can it be since I used to wear it” had run through her head as she held it up and watched Gene’s imagination go ape-shit.  She knew his imagination could have a more powerful effect on him than her actual body in the dress, so she had not tried it on.  As she had folded the dress and put it in her bag, his hips had involuntarily jerked, and she had experienced a small orgasm.  It was a first for her; she had never had an orgasm from someone lusting after her from a distance. It was made sweeter knowing Gene was desperate to get off and couldn’t.  Seeing him stutter and the robot-like motion of his body as he tried to be cool had kept her on the edge of a second orgasm.  Her sex life was just not that hot, well until this sick game had opened all these crazy doors inside of her brain.  Behind each door was an idea so bold that she felt like orgasms were lurking for her around every corner.  It wasn’t like she had never had the ideas before, but something almost magical had occurred between her and Gene.   It felt to her like their two groins were connected.  She could feel the pressure build in Gene’s groin along with the sensitivity of his penis.  She even felt his urge to push against something, anything, to get relief.  And emotionally, she felt his desperation to escape urges and compulsions that were too difficult to endure.   

The flow of feelings seemed to go both ways.  When she had come, Gene’s face had experienced a level of pleasure that mostly registered as pain on his face.  The wave of sensations had rippled back and forth between them.  Her groin had never been connected to a man’s groin that responded to not only what she did but what she felt between her legs.  It was as if she could feel his desperation between her legs.  She had never felt a sex drive as powerful as she was experiencing every time she saw and felt Gene red-line;   what she felt was a mix of pure animal lust and a desperate agony to release an orgasm that demanded release no matter the circumstances in her life at the moment. It was as if she could feel Gene’s penis slamming against the end of the cage and his muscles tighten in his groin and buttocks as he tried to resist fucking the air.  It was overwhelming the desire that built in her groin and demanded to be released in some decadent show of sexuality.  Knowing that she only could get relief from the lust building between the two of them intensified the urge in her to where despite her best efforts she gave in and did what was necessary to come.  She got two waves of endorphins from what happened as she came.  The first wave was her own powerful orgasm, the second came from Gene as a wave of agony went through him when his body tried to come with hers but only a sharp pain shot back to his balls as his ocean of semen hit the kink in his penis because the cage folded his penis downward.  She got smaller waves of endorphins as aftershocks went through his body, and the sexual tensions inside him raised to a new higher level.  Seeing the contortions on his face contrasted to the waves of joy that flowed through her.   It was almost too intense pleasure to endure.  She didn’t understand what was happening but she wanted it more with each day that passed.  And even when Gene wasn’t there, she could see his body contorting as his psychic pushed pleasure from him to her.