Sorry I couldn’t finish this yesterday, but I’m sure you’ll understand I had to take the opportunity while it presented itself. So Karine DID have an appointment with another client. They were sitting on high chairs in a corner of the cafe, facing each other. She’d pulled up her hair in a nice blonde ponytail and I had a great view of her profile (and did I mention how great a profile she has?). I didn’t want to get her into too much trouble with her customer, but wanted something a little bit sexy to happen. I could also tell he “liked” her and (when she wasn’t looking) was stealing glances at her big chest. (She was wearing a big wool sweater, but even that big loose thing couldn’t hide the big knockers beneath it.) I decided that every time he stole a glance, I’d make her breasts and nipples more sensitive. After 10-15 minutes of this, her aura was betraying her rising arousal, though she did a good job of hiding it from her client. She eventually folded her arms across her chest and craned her neck right and left in a veiled attempt at controlling her desire. She crossed her legs and squirmed very discreetly. I doubt her client noticed, but I knew she was getting hotter. By the end of the half hour, I had to leave, but by then her breasts were hypersensitive and she must have felt every little brush of the wool shirt over her bra. I could imagine her nipples being very hard and puffy, and she must have been mortified at feeling this way while at work. I would’ve kept this up a bit longer, but as I said, I had to go to an appointment with my banker, so I couldn’t focus on her anymore. I hope she made the sale, though… (P.S. : I told this story to Jo this morning. She wanted me to shut up at first, but her rings soon got her moaning and groping her crotch in hope of resisting her incoming orgasm–she failed.) –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I’m not joking, you’re going to think I’m making this up, but here I am, sitting at a cafe, waiting for an appointment with my banker in 30 minutes, and who do I run into? Karine, the busty blonde sales rep for my new condo, who’s meeting a client. This is going to be fun. I’ll finish this later, for now, I’ve got a thrall to play with… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Small interlude from my “misadventures” with Jo: yesterday was Superbowl Sunday (but you know that, right?). With Martine and a few friends, we went to this place called “Quebec Broue,” the local version of Hooters. The shooter girl (left) and bartender (right) were wearing nothing but underwear, pasties, and body paint. they were kind enough to pose for a picture, bless their bountiful assets! Thought I’d share it with you. Needless to say, I ogled them a lot. Martine punched me in the arm, so I made her come. That was a fun evening. The game kinda sucked, but at least there were lots of boobs around… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I was at work early this morning (big deadline today), so I was pretty busy when Jo came in this morning. I didn’t pay her much attention until I noticed she had closed the door to our office and had come to stand next to my desk and waited without a word. Just like earlier this week, she was wearing a tight skirt. I looked up at her, but she was staring at the door, as if making sure no one was walking in on us. Her aura showed she was pretty aroused, as many women are when they fantasize about something. “What is it?” I asked. “I’ve got a deadline, I’m pretty busy.” She muffled a squeal and leaned a hand against my desk to steady herself. Her eyes stayed fixed on the door. “Do you… want something?” I asked again. Her free hand slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up until she bare the junction of her thighs. She was bare! The tiny ring was right there, clearly visible, ready to vibrate at the sound of my voice. “Ha!” I exclaimed. “Is that what you want?” She suppressed a moan, her eyes never leaving the door. She thrust her hips just a bit forward. “You’re actually ENJOYING your… problem, aren’t you? Well, I can’t blame you, I’d probably do the same thing if I had–” “Rub!” she ordered quickly, her voice breaking as she stopped another moan. She was leaning more heavily against my desk and her breathing was heavy. She was clearly trying to suppress her squirming in case someone walked in on us, but doing a poor job of it. Rubbing, now, hm? Sure, why not. So I kept talking and slipped my fingers between her thighs, as ordered. I don’t know how long she’d been fantasizing about this, but she was ready, if you catch my drift. I could feel the little ring vibrate hard above my hand and decided to press my palm against it. That elicited a yelp from her and her body grew very tense. I kept my hand there and, within moments, she was over the edge and quaking through a long orgasm. And it was over. She left the office, no doubt to clean herself up, and returned some time later. I can only conclude from this that she’s becoming a willing participant in this, whatever this is. Can’t wait to see what happens next… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

There was a Happy Hour last night at a trendy bar near where I work. I went there with a few colleagues (Jo didn’t join us, I’m sure you can imagine why). Attitude had come to work with me, though, and noticed a very hot girl dressed for the hunt, but apparently for the sole purpose of rejecting men who’d approach her. Apparently, her name is Kate and she dresses this way all the time to get free drinks, then shoots down any man who tries to hit on her. Attitude felt compelled to make her life more… difficult. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I left Jo alone most of yesterday (except a “have a good evening” at the end of the day, rewarded by a moan and a muttered “jackass!”), but after reading several comments here, it IS true that I’ve got the upper hand. (Bear in mind, though, that she knows karate, so there’s always that underlying concern that if intimidation doesn’t work, she’ll follow-through with punches and kicks that can break wooden boards.) But this morning, there was an opportunity for me to do something that was plausible and fun at the same time. We, along with a few other coworkers, got into the elevator at the same time. We work on the 10th floor and there were several stops before that. Some colleagues decided to chat me up and I figured I couldn’t NOT answer. Jo was leaning in the corner, head down, hugging herself and shivering hard until we got to our floor. Because everybody was facing away from her, I don’t think anyone noticed her predicament, but I knew. (Also, it was hard not to notice the intense arousal in her aura.) She made a turn for the bathroom as soon as we were out of the elevator. She was at her desk 10 minutes later. I sent her a message on the internal messenging system. “Got yourself off?” The response came quickly (much like she did, I presume). “Do that again and I’ll end you.” That was the end of our exchange. Interestingly enough, though, her arousal kept going UP, not DOWN after that, as if she had been fantasizing about something. Huh. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Wow. When she came in this morning, Jo was wearing a pencil skirt. With high heels. And long legs that just stretched forever. She got into our office, closed the door, and walked to me. Without a word, she spun my chair so I’d face her, then straddled my lap. Her skirt rode up to her hips and I saw she was wearing sexy black underwear (probably expensive stuff considering how little fabric it had). Still in silence, she slowly thrust her hips back and forth against my crotch and leaned in to kiss me, arms around my neck. I had a very nice glimpse of her cleavage before our lips met. The kiss was shorter than I would have liked, but enough to get me aroused. She separated us, then grabbed the back of my head and drove it between her warm, bountiful breasts. I mumbled something in protest, but all that came out were muffled sounds. Then she got up and walked away, leaving me wanting more. As she sat, she shot me a look I couldn’t quite decipher. For sure, she wasn’t very aroused, just a little. Her voice wasn’t hostile, but her tone was firm. “You ever pull a stunt like Friday again, I’ll make sure your balls are blue all day long.” Ouch. I was pretty silent all morning, I can guarantee you that. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

I haven’t mentioned this, but for the last 2 weeks, I’ve been shopping for a new condo. This morning, I met with a sales rep named Karine who had a unit left to sell in a new development that’s being built in my area. Young, fairly short woman, blond hair and a friendly demeanor. She was wearing a loose wool shirt and a big scarf that looped twice around her neck and hung in the front. I was a good boy and maintained eye contact, but I became quickly convinced there was something under that shirt she didn’t want to show so she’d be taken seriously. When she was looking away (or staring at the floor plans of my future condo), I glanced at her chest and confirmed there were some nice fleshy orbs hidden in there. One of them was even lying heavily on the table as she leaned forward to point something on the plan. But that’s not the “fun” part. The fun part is that she’s a thrall, one of these women that are mysteriously compatible with me and whose arousal levels I can manipulate. So as I noticed that heavy breast pushing against the table, I did some pushing of my own and triggered in her what must have felt like inexplicable sexual arousal in her boobs. I couldn’t see her nipples harden, but I know they did. She stammered and blushed, but managed to keep her voice steady despite the rising heat she felt. I kept it at a low but distracting level and enjoyed the next fifteen minutes as she squirmed and fidgeted on her chair. We finished our meeting and I promised I’d get back to her soon. When we shook hands, I sent a strong thrill through her as a parting gift. I’m sure she was very thankful (her face certainly was very red). I think I’ll bring Martine for the next visit and see what hapens… 😉 –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”