Mary Wakes Up to a Surprising Temptation
It was the soft squishing sounds that woke Mary up more than the summer sunlight coming through the hotel window, and she fluttered her eyelids open in an attempt to locate the source of the noise only to let out an audible gasp when she turned over and saw Louisa in the bed next to hers with her sweatpants down around her knees and one hand between her legs. The other woman was facing away from her, lying on her side with her panties pulled out of the way and her fingers churning her slick cunt, but she must have heard Mary because she murmured, "Want to come join me? We've got another couple of hours before we have to get packed and on the bus."
Mary's face went bright red at the unexpected invitation, but she didn't manage more than a few incoherent sputters of shock before Louisa cut in. "If you're worried about what the other girls might think, you don't have to be," she murmured, her voice husky with arousal but otherwise relentlessly calm. "I've roomed with them before for away games, they're very… relaxed about this kind of thing." Louisa let out a little giggle, as if she was laughing at her own private joke. "They'll sleep until I tell them to wake up, or they can even join in if that's more your speed. But I think you'll probably want it to be just you and I, this first time out."
Mary's brain reeled at the implication--she didn't want it to be anything, she told herself, she wanted to get another hour or two of sleep and get on the bus and go back to Saint Mary's and the emotional security of her own dormitory--but somehow all her objections ran headlong into one very inconvenient fact. She couldn't stop staring at Louisa's rubbing fingers and her leaky cunt. "It's okay, Mary, you don't have to say anything," Louisa purred. "You can just relax and let go, and I think you'll find that certain things come naturally to you once you quiet that inner voice that keeps telling you to worry. Just picture me turning down the volume on that voice, one notch at a time, and you'll feel so much better, won't you?"
Mary didn't mean to nod. She really didn't. But when Louisa intoned, "From ten down to nine, just thinking less and less about what you're supposed to do and more about how good this can feel," her head simply moved on its own while her eyes remained fixated on Louisa's messy pussy. "Nine down to eight, enjoying that peace and quiet inside your head and watching me enjoy myself too." Mary understood what was happening to her, at least a little, but knowing she was being hypnotized didn't seem to stop the layers of enforced calm settling onto her like a blanket of falling snow. In a way, she almost welcomed the excuse not to have to think about what she was feeling right now looking at another woman masturbate for her.
"Seven, relaxing more and more, letting your body tell you what it wants now, down to six, noticing how quiet your head is becoming and how easy it is to think even less." Mary could hear her own breathing, settling into a smooth and sleepy rhythm that Louisa must have noticed, and she felt her feet hit the floor before she even realized she was clambering out of bed to cross the tiny gap between them. She barely even noticed the numbers descending after that, each one finding less and less purchase in her increasingly thoughtless mind, and the only reason she even realized she was hearing, "Zero," was because the word came out in a throaty moan and that was because Louisa was cumming all over Mary's relentlessly lapping tongue.
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