She stopped before she arrived at the stage, right in front of me, in fact, and I watched as she rem
She stopped before she arrived at the stage, right in front of me, in fact, and I watched as she removed the trench coat she was wearing. As an attendant grabbed it, I gasped. Under her coat, she was wearing (or not wearing, actually) a see-through body stocking, cut high on the hips. Since she was facing away from me, most of her ass was uncovered and inches from my face. She began swaying as I felt myself slipping. I watched for a bit as my eyes crossed and uncrossed. Very sexy music played in the back round. I was floating as I heard some talking. Does anyone want to be hypnotized, she said? Hands shot up all over the room, as I thought to myself, I would love to volunteer, but I don’t have the courage. Oh well, I mused, I have a table close to the stage. Maybe I’ll fall under out here in the audience and she’ll pull me onstage later. I kept watching her ass, and my body felt so relaxed. My arms felt kind of floaty. She picked a few people, but she seemed to still be searching for a volunteer or two (but it was hard to tell with my attention focused where it was. -- source link