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Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Enjoy.
It was a warm day in L.A., so Teri Hatcher figured she'd spend a little more time indoors. It was a nice cafe, air-conditioned with tables spread out so conversations didn't intermingle. It was popular for meetings in Tinseltown and also with the young Generation X types. Teri sat quietly at a table, sipping at her coffee. She wore a loose-fitting shirt with a skirt and was enjoying a little down time in between projects.
Her attention was caught by a man who sat down at her table. "Hello, Teri," he said. "I'm Peter, I'm a huge fan."
"Um, well thanks." Teri was slightly taken aback by the way Peter just appeared at her seat. "Do you want an autograph?"
"Actually, I wanted to show you something." Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out his dependable watch. He began to lightly swing it from side to side, pleased to see Teri already following it with her gaze. "It's a favorite of mine," the dark-haired handsome
man explained. "I like the way it shines as the light hits it, shines as it swings. Swing and shine, back and forth, back and forth, the shining drawing your eyes to it. You can't help but watch it swing, back and forth, back and forth, in front of your eyes, flashing all the way. Flash, flash, swing, swing, back and forth, back and forth, it's very relaxing, don't you find it relaxing,
Teri?"
"Yes," Teri said softly. Her facial muscles had relaxed and her eyes were glued to the swinging watch.
"Yes, very relaxing, Teri. So relaxing, it feels like sleep. That's what it rather feels like, sleep. A nice, sleepy state, coming over you, you feel sleepy as you watch it, sleepy, Teri, you feel so very, very sleepy. Close your eyes. Just close your eyes and go to sleep. A nice, peaceful, deep sleep."
Teri's eyes sank shut and her head sank onto her chest.
"Listen carefully Teri," Peter said. "I am about to give you some very important instructions..."
Teri was happy that her apartment was so cool when she finally returned to it. She wiped at the sweat that had begun to stain her shirt. Before she could kick off her shoes, her phone rang. She picked it up with a quick "Hello?" The sound of chimes came over the line and Teri's eyes instantly glazed over as the post-hypnotic suggestion sent her right back into a trance. Her normal thoughts were gone, replaced by decisions on what to wear when her master arrived.
Peter knocked on the apartment door, adjusting the collar on his shirt, loosening it up a little more. His shirt and pants felt hot but that was all right. He wasn't planning on wearing them for long.
The door opened to reveal Teri standing on the other side. Her face was blank and she wore a dark satin gown with a nice dip in the cleavage. Peter entered, pushing her inside. He led her to the bedroom and quickly stripped himself. He stood before her and hooked his fingers under the straps of the gown. He lifted them up and slowly lowered them.
He smiled at the sight of her breasts. "Seinfeld" had been right: They were real and they were spectacular. He pulled the gown off the rest of the way and embraced her, kissing her long and slow.
She responded slowly as well, her tongue working its way into his mouth. He entered her still standing, his cock diving into her pussy. She moaned as he began to work himself in and out of her. They pushed against one another, Peter working his cock up and down in a motion to please her as much as he could. He picked her up and collapsed onto the bed, rolling around, finally coming with her on top. She rocked back and forth on top of him, her breasts bouncing as she gyrated. He cupped them in his hands, squeezing them, pinching the nipples. He pulled her close to him with each forward motion and grunted as she squeezed her thighs against his cock. She arched back as she came, releasing herself totally upon him. She finally collapsed on top of him, her breasts right over his face.
Peter began to lick at her tits as his hands squeezed her ass. Teri was a great find. She was definitely going to keep him occupied for a while. Oh, well, Peter had nothing better to do. Nothing better at all.
THE END
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