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I could tell Spring was here, because the working women in the city were all beginning to shed their many layers of protective clothing, and show their legs. The sight was very pleasing to me, and one of the best things about the changing of the seasons.
I am a leg man going way back. I have always enjoyed a nice walk on a Summer beach, or an evening in a dance club, where the girls feel comfortably inclined and even strongly motivated to show off their legs and asses. I almost never missed an opportunity to catch a glimpse when one was offered, as I am at heart a true gentleman.
Most of the time, I've found women who show off their legs do so with at least a little knowledge that someone might be interested.
Many pretty women simply (and naturally, I might add) want to be seen as attractive, so they are inclined to put their best feature(s) on display to get a little positive attention. Nothing obscene about that, and nothing to write home about.
But there are certainly some men who, when given an inch will try to take a mile. That is, they will be forceful, even rude, in their so-called "appreciation" of women who like to show off. Their frustration at wanting and not having what these women put on display, turns them into monsters of a sort, and they can be anywhere from embarrassingly over-eager to downright abusive and violent. I have always been ashamed that men could behave like that, and I myself have never wanted to offend (or frighten) any woman with my "appreciation" of her beauty.
I know at times I have bordered on embarrassing myself with my behavior, but I have saved myself by following my strict guidelines of respect and deference for women. I do not knowingly cross these lines, and I never would. In my opinion, it is not sexy for a man to be crude or abusive, but it is very sexy for a woman to flirt and for a man to respond in kind. That is one of my favorite games, as a matter of fact, and it is what I like most about the warmer weather.
One particularly nice day, I found myself enjoying the view on a local oceanside boardwalk. Public places are best, because the presence of a crowd makes the little leg shows even more titillating.
There is an element of risk, in whether or not others notice what's going on. And there is an element of security, in that the women will know they are not in danger when there are plenty of people around. I was enjoying the pleasantly warm weather and the splendid view, as a gorgeous young lady in high heels and spandex shorts walked by my bench.
She was so hot, I got an instant boner and my head turned uncontrollably to follow her ass, as she walked gracefully past me. I should have seen the writing on the wall, but I was momentarily too far gone. The warm weather had weakened me, and I was too relaxed - my defenses were down, and I just gave in to my animal instincts. Yes, dear friends, I got up and followed her. You might think it rude or flagrant, or even downright offensive, but by the time I was up and in stride with her, there was no turning back without embarrassing myself.
For that brief, pivotal moment, I was no longer thinking, no longer concerned with my better nature. What I didn't know then, was that she had wanted it this way.
I quickly maneuvered to within a few feet of her to get a clear view, trying to be inconspicuous, but not wanting to miss a step. I wanted so badly just to watch her ass as she walked, swinging it back and forth in that cute, sexy way women have. She really had style, I had to admit that right from the start. I could see her delicate panty lines in the spandex shorts she was wearing, and the sight was a total thrill to me. Without realizing it, I had fallen into a perfectly matching stride with her, oblivious to my surroundings and completely fixed on her beautiful, swaying ass.
If I had been a bit more aware of my surroundings, I might have noticed her glancing back over her shoulder to see me, and I might have dropped back just a bit to be less conspicuous. I might have seen the knowing smile on her face, and thought to myself how she seemed to want me to follow her and fix my gaze helplessly on her swaying ass. I might have suspected something, and remained wary or detached in order to safeguard myself. I might have, but I didn't. I had gone completely on automatic, and I was no longer in control.
As I said, she had glanced once or twice over her shoulder, and she must have been secretly pleased at what she saw. I was staring intently, walking in perfect unison with her, and unaware of anything but the sway of her beautiful ass, going back and forth as we walked.
Back and forth.
She turned off the boardwalk, and I followed her without losing a step. If you were to ask me why, I couldn't have given you any coherent explanation for my behavior. I just couldn't look away, and my legs were in total agreement with my eyes.
She kept walking, occasionally glancing back to make sure I was still in my trance, still mesmerized by the lovely globes of her gently swaying ass. And she kept swaying it back and forth, as she took each deliberate, graceful step. Swaying it back and forth. And my eyes kept following it, back and forth as she walked.
People might have been looking at me, but I didn't notice. They might have seen me walking purposefully with my eyes glued to this woman's behind. They might have wondered what was going on with me, and with her. They might have gotten a brief chuckle as we both swooshed by, on our way to wherever it was she was leading me. They might have noticed, as I said, but nobody tried to stop me. Nobody tried to help me. Nobody had any idea that although I appeared to be the hunter, I was actually the one captured. Nobody knew, or thought to consider, that this woman had me under her spell, and she had plans for me.
She turned again, this time walking up a stairway that led to a side street. I followed her, of course. As I took my first step up the stairs behind her, my face brushed close to her ass, so close I almost touched it. I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to lean forward just an inch or two and kiss it, but I was barely able to hold back. The magnetism was almost overpowering. Her beautiful ass, swaying gently back and forth, only inches away from my face as we walked up the steps. Her panty lines showing through, my lips drawn forward. Her ass, my lips. Her ass...
Just as I was about to give in to my urge to take the plunge, the steps came to an abrupt end, and her ass was suddenly out of reach. A moment's disappointment was instantly replaced by my renewed trance, as I got back into step with her, and she kept walking.
My eyes never left her ass, not for an instant. But now I wanted more. I was now convinced that if given another opportunity to lean forward and kiss her ass, I would not have the strength to resist. I was begging, praying that I would not be put in that position, but secretly hoping that I would.
She stopped for a moment at a street light, and suddenly, for an instant I became awkwardly aware of my surroundings. I did not know where I was, or how to get back. I was using all my remaining strength, trying to focus on landmarks, when she abruptly started walking again, and my entire body, in a single reflexive movement, obediently continued following her. My eyes found their place again, watching her ass, dreaming about the soft, delicate panty lines etched out in her spandex shorts. Following her ass as it swayed gently, like music, back and forth.
She made her way to a complex of buildings, and turned toward a small staircase leading up to the landing. I thought to myself, here's my chance! She's going up another staircase!
I moved a foot or two closer to her, as I followed her, and prepared myself to "accidentally" bump my face against her ass on the way up the stairs. I was ready. I was really going to do it, this time for sure.
She took her first step, and before I could lean forward far enough and execute my carefully laid out plan, the steps had ended and she was moving ahead swiftly on the flat walkway. The stairway was too short! My heart sank, and in my disappointment I missed a step or two before getting back into stride behind her. Now I was absolutely determined to kiss her ass, the next time anything close to an opportunity presented itself. I was on the verge of going out of my way right then and there, in mid-stride, but I just didn't want to risk stumbling and falling behind her, and letting her get too far ahead of me.
She paused for a moment and turned to her side, looking off over the railing toward the beach. I wanted to pause too, but I was suddenly very aware of how conspicuous I was, and in order for her not to notice me, after my momentary jolt, I kept walking by, but slowed considerably as if planning to stop. Then I hesitated as if lost in thought, and came to a full stop to look over the railing a few yards ahead of her. She looked over at me and smiled.
"Nice view," she said, and I wasn't sure if it was directed at me, and if she wanted a response from me. I tried to look at her face, and not to let my eyes drift to her lower body. I kind of pretended not to acknowledge what she said, wondering if she'd follow it up or something.
She continued after a brief pause to take in my ambiguous reaction, "I love the breeze, don't you? The beach is so sensual, so relaxing."
I knew she wanted a response this time, so I mustered my strength and said "Yea, relaxing."
She looked at me with a killer sweet smile, knowing the secret source of my awkwardness, and loving it. She had wanted to hook me, and now she knew she had been successful. Totally successful.
I looked back at her and smiled, then looked off to the beach again, feeling uncomfortable, and noticing that when I looked in her direction my eyes were being drawn almost helplessly to her bottom half. I didn't want to let that happen, so I forced myself to look off at the beach.
She moved away from the railing, and began again to walk. I paused a moment to let her go by me, and then slowly made my way back into stride behind her, this time a few feet farther behind. I had almost made myself obvious, I thought, and I didn't want to risk being discovered. I was really fooling myself in a big way.
We walked past a few buildings on the platform, and then she turned and went into one of the alleys leading to a set of stairways.
Almost at once, I was back in my trance, and totally committed to my plan. I was moving in behind her, ready to follow her as close as necessary in order to brush my face against the soft, round globes of her panty-lined ass.
She glanced back at me briefly, noticing how I was positioning myself. She then turned into a stairwell and started up the stairs. My heart was pounding out of control. I was going to do it. I was going to kiss this woman's lovely ass right there! Nothing was going to stop me!!
I moved up behind her on the steps, and in one sudden, small movement I leaned forward and brushed my face against her ass. She kept walking, and I wanted to try it again. The stairway wrapped around, and as she turned the corner she looked at me smiling at my total helplessness. She entered the next section of stairs, and I proceeded to move into position once again, completely focused on my mission. I had already brushed my face against her ass once, and she hadn't reacted. I wanted to go further this time. This time I was going to give a little peck, a small but unmistakable kiss right in the middle of her fanny.
As she took her third or fourth step on the stairs, I leaned forward and executed my plan. I DID IT! I clearly gave her a peck on her ass, an unmistakable kiss right between the two soft, round, swaying globes of her magnificent ass. For an instant, I felt the total pleasure of having my nose cradled between her cheeks, and then I backed off as she took her next step forward. I DID IT!!
When she got to the top of the stairs, I almost expected her to stop and confront me, and ask me what I did, or why I did it. I almost expected it, but I was too proud of my success to think about that. I was in heaven, and my thoughts were drifting so far into the delightful sensation I had just felt, that I wasn't aware of anything at all but my own feelings of bliss and joy.
I wouldn't have noticed when she stopped outside her door, and got out her key, except for the fact that her (my) lovely, swaying heavenly ass had stopped moving, and I had to stop along with it. So the moment I noticed she had stopped, I stopped dead in my tracks. But this time, unlike the time she stopped to look out over the beach, I was unable to recover. I stood there senselessly, looking at her ass for a moment, and her legs, and then, feeling utterly horrified, up to her face.
She was facing me, smiling sweetly, but for a moment she feigned a look of puzzlement beneath her smile.
"Have you been following me?" she asked innocently.
I could not lie, I could not even think. All I could do was mouth the words "Yes, I -"
She cut me off, thank heaven, before I betrayed myself and admitted the full truth. But then she continued, "You were looking at me, weren't you? You were looking at my body."
"Yes, I -"
"What is it you were looking at, hmmm?" she asked, leading me on.
"Your beautiful ass. I was looking at your beautiful ass. It's just sooo beautiful." I was in her complete control, and my mouth was speaking with a mind of its own - it belonged to her now.
"Why were you looking at me?" she asked gently, not judging but just wanting to know. "Why were you so interested in my tushy?"
"I want to kiss it," I helplessly admitted.
"Well now, that's not so bad, is it?" she replied, as I breathed a strangely refreshing sigh of relief. "Why don't you have your wish right now then, huh?"
I was horrified, but helpless. I couldn't believe where this was going, but I couldn't stop it either.
"Why don't I just bend over a slight bit, and let you have your dream come true?" she said, playfully, acceptingly.
"I, uh -"
And she interrupted me only by bending over the slightest little bit, and turning her soft, enchanted ass toward me, as a kind of silent invitation. After only a moment's hesitation, mostly out of disbelief, I got down on my knees right there in the hallway, buried my face in her beautiful bottom, and began kissing to my heart's content. All my dreams had suddenly, magically, unmistakably come true.
(END CHAPTER ONE)
She stood there out in the hallway for several minutes while I willingly, indeed eagerly kissed and sniffed her ass. I felt the soft fabric caress my face, as I nuzzled my nose into her crack, and I felt her thrust back almost imperceptibly each time I pushed my face forward. We had developed an unspoken synergy, a perfectly harmonious dance between her ass and my face. I kissed and nuzzled, she thrust everso gently and wiggled. It could have gone on forever.
Without any warning, in the middle of my sublime bliss, I felt her shift and suddenly heard the door open. I did not stop, and did not even think of looking up, until I heard her exclaim to someone in the apartment, "Hey Julie! Hey Brenda! Look what the cat dragged in!"
And to my utter horror and embarrassment, two girls (women, actually) bounced up gleefully to look. There I was, on my knees with my face buried in her ass, for a moment oblivious, and then suddenly all too aware of my surroundings. I looked up, but I could not find the strength to stop what I was doing.
One of the girls came out and walked around me and said "Why Angela, I do believe you've found yourself the perfect man!"
And Angela, not moving her ass as much as an inch away from my face, replied, "Yah, he really knows what he wants, doesn't he?"
"Yah, and where to look for it!" she snickered. "No stopping him, eh?" she added, as I kept my face buried, and kept right on sniffing and kissing.
Angela replied sympathetically, "Oh, don't be so hard on the guy, Brenda. I think he's just got a bad case of Spring Fever."
Brenda replied "Spring Fever my ass." And then chuckled, realizing what she'd just said, and quickly corrected herself. "I mean, YOUR ass."
Julie came over to see what the fuss was about. "My goodness,"
she exclaimed with a smirk. "What in God's name is he looking for??"
"I don't know," Brenda said, "but whatever it is, I think he's found it!"
"Then why hasn't he stopped looking for it?" Angela chimed in.
"Huh? Can you answer me that? If he found what he wants, why on Earth is he still down there, on all fours, lost and preoccupied like he's still looking?" She paused, as if expecting a reply, but not really waiting long enough for either girl to think one up.
When noone answered, she continued playfully, "Watch what happens when I wiggle my butt a little." And she wiggled it.
I instantly responded exactly as she must have expected. I repositioned myself slightly and shoved my nose and lips closer and deeper, feeling her ass almost engulf me right there in the hallway.
And Angela added, "If he's found what he's looking for, why doesn't he stop? Eh, Miss Smarty-Panties??"
"I think Angela's right," Julie interjected, turning toward Brenda. "I think he's still looking for something, and it looks to me as though he won't stop until he finds it."
"Well then," Brenda shot back, "Let's take him inside and see if we can HELP him find it!"
With that, they all agreed. And much to my heart's dismay, Angela abruptly stepped away and removed her butt from my face. My bliss had suddenly come to an end. She crouched down next to me, patted me on the head affectionately, and looked me right in the eyes, and said, "Time to wake up, darling, we have to go inside now."
She reached for my hand, which had been supporting my body up to that point, and grabbed it gently. "Come on now dear, it's okay." She seemed genuinely sympathetic and understanding, sensing my loss. She was also confident, and fully in control. I trusted her completely.
We all went inside together, and she shut the door quietly behind us.
"This is going to be fun," Brenda said, bubbling over with girlish joy.
"Oh, keep your panties on!" Julie retorted playfully, but with a slight edge.
"Like hell I will," Brenda shot back immediately. "Like HELL I will." And as she said it the second time, she reached under her miniskirt and slid out of her panties. "Like hell I will," she echoed once again, as she now raised them up near Julie's face, waiving them in defiance.
"Get your stinking panties out of my face!" Julie exclaimed, pushing Brenda's hand away. "HE's the pervert, not me. Make HIM smell them!"
Brenda looked at Angela, who was just holding my hand and smiling in amusement at the situation. Then she turned to me and held up the panties in my direction. "Do YOU want these?" she asked, tauntingly.
I sort of half reached out with my free hand and tried to speak.
"I, uh -" But I couldn't manage any real words or sentences.
She could see the look of longing on my face, the need, the weakness. She looked a little closer, still holding the panties up but keeping them barely out of reach. She spoke to the others. "I think he's in a trance or something."
"WHAT?!" Julie blurted.
"I said, I think he's hypnotized or something. I think he's under some kind of spell. I read about this kind of thing once."
"Be serious," Julie remanded. "Angela doesn't know hypnosis.
This guy's just a panty pervert, that's all there is to it."
Angela was listening thoughtfully, still holding my hand, and smiling at the two women as they tossed the matter back and forth.
"Let's try something out," Brenda said. "I want to try to plant a hypnotic suggestion. Are you ladies with me?"
Julie nodded and said "Sure, I guess." Angela just smiled and watched.
"What is your name?" Brenda asked me.
"Peter," I replied softly.
"Well, Peter," she said, looking right at me and holding the panties a bit closer for emphasis. "Do you want to smell my panties?"
"I, uh -" I still couldn't quite put a sentence together.
"Then let me answer that question for you," she continued. "Let me tell you what you want."
I was still looking, listening, and helplessly weak.
"You DO want to sniff my panties. You want to sniff them very much. In fact, that's just about all you can think about right now, isn't it, Peter? Sniffing my panties. That's ALL you want to do."
"Yes," I heard myself say.
Tell me then, Peter. I want you to answer me in your own words this time. Do you or don't you want to smell my panties?"
"I do," I admitted. "I do want to smell your panties." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I just had to tell her. "I can't think of anything else I want to do."
"There you have it, ladies," she said to the others. "He's hypnotized, and there's your proof. I've given him his first directive. Do you see how easily he obeyed?"
Julie was suspicious. "But he's already a panty pervert, we knew that when we first laid eyes on him. All you did was get him to admit it."
Angela was loving this.
Brenda said "Then let's try something else, something different to prove he's really under." She stopped to think for a moment, and as she did so she let her arm fall to her side, along with the panties. I let out an almost imperceptible moan at the disappearance of her (my)
panties, but kept my eyes on them. I could still smell Angela's fragrance on my face from before, and I was still holding her hand.
"Okay," she continued. "I've got an idea. It might sound weird, but you've both got to trust me. We want real proof, right?"
Angela and Julie looked at each other and nodded, and in unison said "Right."
Brenda held the panties up again, as close to my face as before, and looked into my eyes. "Peter?" she asked, just to see if she had my attention.
"Yes," I replied, my eyes still following the panties.
"You want my panties, don't you?"
"Yes, I want your panties."
"And what do you want to do with them?"
"I want to smell them."
"Very good, that's right." She smiled, now back in stride and ready to try her idea. "I will let you have them soon. You have nothing to worry about."
I sighed, relaxed and smiling at the prospect of at last getting to smell my beloved panties.
"But I want you to remember one thing for me. Will you do that?"
"Uh-huh," I said as I nodded.
"I want you to remember, your name is not Peter, it's Pamela.
Your name has always been Pamela. Can you remember that for me?"
"Yes, I can remember that." I didn't know what I was saying, but I know I meant it.
"Good. That's fine," she continued. "Your name is Pamela, and it has always been Pamela. You cannot remember ever being called anything else but Pamela. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," I responded. "That's right."
"So what is your name, dear?" she asked me directly.
"My name is Pamela," I replied, honestly believing it to be the absolute truth.
"That's right, dear," she said, offering me her panties as a reward. "Your name is Pamela, and I'm Brenda. This here is my friend Julie, and the lady holding your hand is Angela. You may now smell my panties, as I know how much you want to do that now."
Julie looked a bit thrown, like she was no longer sure if maybe I hadn't really been hypnotized after all. Angela just smiled, knowingly and confidently.
I held the panties up to my face, rubbed them against my cheek, held the crotch over my nose, and began sniffing them deeply and lovingly. Nothing else existed for me but my panties, and nothing else mattered to me but smelling them.
The girls all smiled at each other knowingly, for there was no more doubt about it. I had somehow been put into a deep trance, and I was completely at their mercy. They watched me curiously, completely lost and content in my private little panty world. They looked back at each other in amusement, wondering in unison what they were going to do with me next.
(END CHAPTER TWO)