Lightning Strikes Twice I was sitting in the salon getting my hair cut when I noticed the hair stylist working at the next station over. She was maybe twenty years old with long brown hair, and I must say was rather good looking with a nice tight bottom and a magnificent chest. Her chest was her most outstanding feature. I'm no expert on size, but I would say she was at least a 36 C maybe D cup. I have this bad habit of noticing women's breasts since it's my favorite part of the female anatomy. I'm kind of attracted to them like magnets. Put a nice pair of tits in front of me, and my eyes are drawn to them like radar. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked. As I was looking at her, I also noticed that smug self-assured look on her face - that face that says, "I'm hot and I know it." A man much younger than my 56 years might have a chance with her after much courting and cowtailing, but someone my age had little chance unless he was independently wealthy. You know they say money talks. This got me to thinking about my life and missed opportunities. I definitely was a breast man, but, when I thought about it, I did a whole lot of looking and very little touching. I spent a lot of time on the Internet downloading pictures and movie clips. Actually my wife, who is deceased, was a 34 AAA so my fantasies weren't fulfilled there. Here at the ripe age of 56, it looked as if my chance of landing a woman with large voluptuous breasts was remote at best, until it happened. I was traveling from New York to Florida, returning home after visiting the kids, who are now all grown up and on their own. I like to travel on the back roads while traveling south to break up the monotony of expressway driving. It was right around dusk when the storm hit. The weathermen on the radio had been predicting severe thunderstorms all afternoon. Well, as luck would have it, my car broke down in the middle of that storm, and I couldn't get a cellular signal out there in the middle of nowhere, not even a roaming signal. I started to walk up the road to a little town that according to the map was only about a mile away. Luckily I had an umbrella to shelter me somewhat from the downpour. And that's when the lightning struck within feet of me and knocked me out cold. I would hate to think what would have happened if it was a direct hit. I know my dad was struck several times by lightning and lived to tell the story. I wasn't anxious to do the same. I woke up in the hospital. I was found by the side of the road unconscious by a motorist and taken to Carillon Roanoke Community Hospital in Roanoke, Virginia. Everyone there was very nice and attentive. I have always found Virginians to be some of the friendliest people in America. They always seem to have a kind word and are willing to extend a helping hand. Well, I was recovering quickly, or so I thought, and everyone else thought so too for that matter. Dr. Stephenson was very reassuring and explained what happened to me. "You were very lucky, Mr. Evans. You came very close to being struck by lightning during that storm. For a while there we thought we might lose you. You've been unconsciousness, but you don't seem to have suffered any paralysis or burns. Thankfully, your vital signs are stable, and you're progressing nicely. Our only concern is some irregular readings on your CAT scan. Other than that, you're doing fine." It was on the second day in the hospital that I discovered that I had changed somewhat. One of the nurses, Susan, was attending to me. She was fairly young, maybe mid-twenties, with a figure to die for. You've probably guessed by now that her most outstanding feature was her large breasts, 36DD's to be exact. (I found out later when I checked her bra.) She was tall with long blonde hair and legs that never seemed to end. "Time to take your blood pressure, Mr. Evans," she said sweetly. As Susan was taking my blood pressure, I was having my usual less than pure thoughts about what she might look like in the nude. I had fantasies of her offering her breasts to me to nibble on. I always played these head games with myself. You know the kind where the girls fall all over you. Unfortunately for me, it's all in my mind. This time it didn't seem to be all in my mind, for as I was having these thoughts, she started to complain of the heat. "It's mighty hot in here, Mr. Evans, ain't it?" she said wiping her brow. Actually, I thought it was comfortable. The air conditioner was on, and it was pretty cool in the room. Susan then started to unbutton her blouse revealing a great deal of cleavage for me to feast my eyes upon. My mouth fell open as I looked at her mountainous tits pushing out from her bra. She noticed me eyeing her cleavage. "You like what you see, Mr. Evans? Would you like to see more?" Susan whispered. Now, this wasn't normal. Girls don't just rip their clothes off for me, especially young beautiful girls. But I was adventuresome, so I pressed my luck. "I sure would, sweetheart," I said. "Not a problem," she said as she took off her blouse and leaned in real close. I had to be dreaming. This couldn't really be happening to me. I pinched myself. I didn't wake up. This was really happening. God, she was beautiful. I would love to squeeze those melons. "Would you like to touch me, Mr. Evans?" Susan asked in her sweet Southern drawl. She had to be kidding. Was she reading my mind? Would I like to touch her? I would like to do more than touch her. Susan took my hand and placed it on her huge tit. I felt the warmness of her breast and squeezed it softly. There was nothing fake about those babies. Boy, would I like to get a better look at them and squeeze those nipples. "Here, let me take my bra off. Then you can have an easier time playing with my titties," she cooed. Susan then reached behind her back and undid the clasp to her bra. Her breasts broke free, and she threw her bra on the floor. She took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed them. They became rock hard sticking out at least an inch. I tentatively reached up and touched them, afraid I might wake up and discover this was all a dream. These tits were fucking great. She had large areolas topped off with those luscious nipples. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard on it as I squeezed her other breast. This was like a dream come true. Susan moved her breasts back and forth rubbing them in my face. I licked my way up and down her cleavage, lost in a mountain of flesh. I grasped the sides of her breasts and squeezed them against my face as I kissed and sucked on the inside of her breasts. I was getting hard. My poor old dick needed some attention. If only she would suck on it for a while. She looked down and noticed that the sheet was tenting. She pulled the sheet back as she licked her lips. "My, my, what do we have here? It looks as if you're rising to the occasion. You must be feeling better, Mr. Evans," she said as she then grasped my cock and started to lick the head. She swirled her tongue all around the head of my dick driving me crazy. She then took more of my cock into her mouth, and I could feel it touching the back of her throat. "Oh, if she would only deep throat me," I thought. Susan then pushed forward driving the head of my cock past her epiglottis and into her throat. My cock was surrounded by warm flesh. Her throat was so tight. She then pushed forward taking all 8 inches of my cock down her throat. My pubic hairs were tickling her lips. She then got into a rhythm and started moving up and down on my shaft. She withdrew all 8 inches of my dick from her mouth and then took it all in with one swift motion. She continued doing this for about five minutes and was driving me absolutely crazy. "God, how I would love to have my cock between those tits," I thought. She stopped deep throating me and hopped up on the bed. She took the bottle of lotion that was on the nightstand and poured a generous amount between her tits. "Would you rub that there lotion in for me, Mr. Evans? I would be forever grateful if you did," she cooed. You didn't have to ask me twice. My hands were all over her mammoth tits rubbing, smearing the lotion all over those glorious mounds. She then took her gorgeous knockers and wrapped them around my cock. That felt awesome as she titty fucked my cock. Every time my cock would peak out of the top of her bosom, she would snake out her tongue and lick it. I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about why this was happening to me. I was too busy enjoying myself. I was really wondering whether she was going to go all the way and fuck me. I didn't have long to find out. "Ooohhh, I've got an itch down here that only one thing can satisfy. Do you mind, Mr. Evans?" she asked as she licked her lips and slipped out of her panties. "I don't mind, at all," I stammered. "Oh good, I was hoping you wouldn't. You just turn me on so much. I don't know what's gotten into me," Susan exclaimed as she straddled me and lowered her dripping wet pussy on to my cock taking it all in at once. She felt so good. She rotated her hips and then started moving up and down and impaling herself on my cock. She then leaned forward so that I could nibble and suck on her breasts. Her mountains of flesh battered my face, and I loved it. We both came to a glorious climax at the same time. I had a hard time believing that this really happened as she got dressed and rearranged her uniform. She then continued her business as if nothing had happened. After Susan left, I tried to make some sense out of what had just happened. And try as I might, I couldn't come up with a rational reason for any of it. It seemed that whatever I thought, she did. I figured I'd wait until tomorrow and see if I could do it again. The next day Susan again was on duty. She came in to check on me and was taking my blood pressure. I thought about how I would love to see more of her cleavage, and how I would love to squeeze her tits. "Mr. Evans, I don't know what got into me yesterday. I'm so sorry," Susan said with an embarrassed look on her face. "Don't be sorry, I'm not," I replied. "No, seriously, I'm not like that. I don't want you to get the wrong impression. I don't do things like that. It should have never happened. It's almost as if I was compelled to do those things," she explained. "I understand," I said. "I'm a professional, and I take my work very seriously. It's almost as if an outside force was directing me," she continued with fear in her voice. "I'm not sure why it happened, Susan, but I don't think less of you as a person because of it. Let's just think of it as an encounter between two consenting adults," I said. "I could lose my job if this ever got out," she stammered as she began to cry. "Susan, I'm not going to say anything to anyone," I said in all sincerity. "Thank you," she said as she leaned over and kissed me. Susan then left to go check on some other patients. That was the last time I saw Susan. The next day I was released from the hospital. My car, which had been left with a local mechanic, was fixed. It turned out to be the timing belt. I get back on the road and started heading south again. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the hospital with Susan. It wasn't normal. No woman had ever reacted like that to me before. By that evening, I made it to Georgia and stopped in a diner to grab something to eat. The place was small and not very busy. Actually I was the only customer in the place. The waitress was a knockout. She was maybe in her mid-thirties, tall with jet-black hair hanging down to her waist, and a nice pair of tits - not huge, maybe a 36 C. She took my order, and I wished I could see a little bit of cleavage. Her dress was buttoned all the way up. When she returned with my order, four buttons on her uniform were undone revealing a good amount of cleavage. "Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked sweetly as she leaned forward giving me a better view of her treasures. "No, I think I'm all set thank you," I said as I stared at the creamy white tops of her breasts. She smiled at me and went back to the kitchen. As I was eating, I again was trying to make sense out of all of this. Once again I thought something and the waitress did it. Could this just be a coincidence? Could the whole scenario with Susan have just been coincidence? I wasn't going to press my luck here in the restaurant, but I wanted to try one more thing out before I left. After all, the waitress could have just been hot and unbuttoned her uniform top. I thought how nice it would be if she brought me my check and had taken off her bra so I could get a better view of her tits. I finished eating. When the waitress brought me my check, her uniform was unbuttoned as before but she wasn't wearing a bra. I had a phenomenal view of her breasts as they swayed too and fro. I instantly became hard, but I was careful to control my thoughts. Sex in a public place would surely be frowned upon. I left there with many unanswered questions. The next day I made it back to Florida. I was home in Lady Lake, a small town in central Florida. On the way back I had a lot of time alone to think about my situation. I had developed a theory and decided I needed to put it to the test. A couple days later I made a trip to Miami to put my plan into action. I rented a motel room and then checked the Yellow Pages to locate a strip club. I figured this was a good place to test my theory. I arrived at The Pussycat Club at around 9 p.m. that night. There was a good crowd there, but I was able to get a table right up next to the stage. It was almost time for the main attraction when I ordered a drink. The headliner at this club was a feisty redhead that went by the stage name, Titanic Tina. When I first heard this name, I had visions of a babe with tits shot full of silicone, hard and as big as basketballs. That's why I was pleasantly surprised when Titanic Tina danced on to the stage with a real pair of 34DD's. The way those suckers swayed and jiggled back and forth, there was no doubt they were the real things. Tina danced seductively to the music and eventually stripped down to a g-string and a very skimpy top that barely covered her nipples. This woman was in fine shape without an excess ounce of fat on her body. She was very hot, and she knew it. She started to play the guys in the audience, many of whom could barely keep their eyes from popping out of their heads. They offered ones and fives for the privilege of placing the bill between her tits. A pro who knew how to play the audience, she didn't let any of the guys touch her. The moment of truth was coming as she worked her way down the stage closer to my table. She leaned over offering me a chance to give up some bills for the honor of letting her catch them between her cleavage. I was having no part of that, as I thought it would be nice if she removed that skimpy bikini top. It wasn't covering much anyway, except her nipples. Just as if she were reading my mind, she smiled at me and then reached behind and unclasped her top. She held it in place and teased me by not revealing herself. I thought it would be great to have those puppies rubbed in my face. A minute later she seductively removed the top exposing her luscious breasts in all their glory. Then, as she licked her lips, she leaned over and rubbed those puppies all over my face. I was in heaven. A gasp went up along with a few choice comments from the crowd. Evidently, everyone thought I was a lucky bastard, and they were right. As she rubbed her tits in my face, I stuck out my tongue and went for her nipples. I thought how nice it would be to go up onstage, having her dance seductively and offering me her tits to squeeze and play with while she danced for the crowd. Then, as if my word was law, she took my hand and led me on to the stage. This was no coincidence. Something definitely had happened to me that night when lightning struck. She danced to the music and offered me her body to touch and kiss with no holds bared. I had her take off her bottoms and spread her pussy lips for the crowd to see. The bouncers had to lock the door and pull the shades for fear of a police raid. She was dancing facing the audience as I stood behind her reaching around and tweaking her nipples and feeling her pussy. She was hot and ready to be fucked. I thought how nice it would be if she Frenched me, sticking her tongue down my throat and grinding her naked pussy into my crotch. A minute after I had this thought, she turned and did just that. The crowd went wild. A chant went up from the crowd, "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" I thought how great she would look on her knees sucking my cock. She then kissed my neck and worked her way down my chest. When she got to my navel, she undid my belt and lowered my pants as she tongued my navel. She grabbed my cock and started to stroke it. By nature I'm not an exhibitionist, and never dreamed I'd be up on a stage in a strip club receiving a blowjob from a stripper, but here I was doing just that. I was taken up with the whole situation and didn't want it to stop. I thought of her sucking on the head of my cock and then slowly taking the whole length in her mouth and down her throat, and she did exactly that. She was like a puppet obeying my every whim. Then, she went crazy and started to suck in earnest using her mouth as a cunt to receive my giant cock. She was squatting with her pussy fully exposed and dripping, she was so hot. Her hand traveled down to her clit which she started rubbing vigorously. After around five minutes of this heavenly bliss, she had an orgasm right there on the stage as she moaned and sucked harder on my dick, taking it deeper down her throat. I couldn't hold back and started to cum, gushing load upon load of cum down her throat. She swallowed it all without losing a drop. Then she sucked and licked my dick clean. She rose to her feet, kissed me on the lips, and thanked me. Wow! She thanked me! I couldn't believe my ears. I left there wondering what I would do with my newfound power. I now knew for certain that somehow, because of that lightning that almost hit me, I had this strange power over women to do my bidding. I still don't know why the nurse didn't respond to me the second day. The next night I went back to The Pussycat Club and again waited for Titanic Tina to put on her show. I was once more sitting up front and waited for her to approach me. I had several one-dollar bills in my hand waiting for her. Those yummy 34DD's looked mighty fine as she leaned over almost putting them in my face. I wished she would rub them all over my face and then remove that top, but she didn't! "Thanks for last night, honey. Tonight you get what everyone else gets," she said as she rose and moved on to the next customer. She played me like she played the rest of her customers, only interested in getting those dollar bills captured between her mammoth tits. I had absolutely no power over her. I left there trying to piece all of this together. What did my experiences with the nurse and Titanic Tina have in common besides the fact that they both had gorgeous tits? Well, they both fulfilled my every whim on our first encounter. They did just about anything and everything that entered my mind. What else? Well, neither one of them responded to me on the second encounter although they remembered what happened. Now, why was that? What happened from our first to our second encounter that changed how they reacted to me? I mean, I'm the same great guy. I took a shower and put on deodorant. Hmmmm, they both had a good time and seemed to be enjoying themselves. As a matter of fact, they both had orgasms. They both orgasmed! Maybe that was it. Maybe having an orgasm has something to do with how they react to my thoughts. Could it be that an orgasm released them from my powers of suggestion? That's crazy. What difference would it make? This required further testing. Right now this was only an unproven theory, and the only one I had. I had part of the answer but certainly not all. I needed another large-breasted subject to try this out on. On my way back to Lady Lake the next day, I thought about how to further test my theory. I had to be careful. I didn't want to take advantage of any innocent women. I tended to avoid the super highways. I didn't like the traffic, the accidents, and the delays that you often encountered. Why just last week a truck with five workmen was traveling south on I75 and crossed the medium and hit a northbound car and burst into flame. Five people were killed in that accident. I didn't want any part of something like that. As I traveled north on Route 192, I saw a small sports car over on the side of the road with a young lady standing in back of it waving frantically. I pulled over to see if I could be of any assistance. "Oh, thank you so much for stopping," the young lady said as I got out of my car. "What seems to be the problem?" I asked as I looked her up and down, taking in the gorgeous scenery. "I have a flat tire," she said. "Could you give me a ride to the nearest service station?" "Well, I could do that, or I could change the tire for you." "Oh, if you could do that, I would be so grateful," she said with a sigh of relief. "No problem," I said as I went to her trunk to get her jack and spare tire. As I changed the tire, I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful young woman she was. She had legs that seemed to go on forever, long black hair that hung down her back to her waist, and a rather large chest. Certainly not the largest I've seen and experienced lately, but a good C cup, possibly a D. After I finished, she couldn't stop thanking me for being so helpful. As I looked at her ample cleavage displayed in the small pink top that she was wearing, I couldn't help but think how nice it would if she lowered the zipper on the front of her top. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along. Thank you so much," she said as she reached for the zipper on her top and began to slowly unzip it, revealing more and more of her luscious breasts. I stared at those creamy mounds as they were exposed to me and wished that she would take that top right off. "It's such a nice day, isn't it? I love the sun," she said, as she completely unzipped her top and removed it. She stood there in front of me wearing only her shorts, her bra, and high-heeled sandals. I was in heaven and my pants began to tent. I would love to kiss those babies. Was this really happening? Why didn't I go out in thunderstorms years ago? "How can I ever thank you," she cooed as she reached around and undid the clasp on her bra. She then let it fall off those glorious mounds revealing large areolas capped off by two succulent, rock hard nipples. She put her arms around my neck and softly kissed me on the lips. My heart was racing as her nipples crushed up against my chest. However, this was getting out of control. We were in the middle of a highway in broad daylight. I had to stop this. Now. "You can thank me by having dinner with me tonight. My name is Bill, Bill Evans. What's your name?" I asked as I picked up her top and handed it to her. "My name is Samantha Sonnet, and I would love to have dinner with you," she said as she put on her top. I had to be careful to control my thoughts so that nothing further happened. "That's great. Do you live around here?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, Bill, I live right up the road in St. Cloud," Samantha replied. "Fantastic! It's getting pretty late, and I'm ready to stop for the night anyway. Why don't you give me your address; and, after checking into a motel, I'll pick you up," I said. Samantha gave me her address, and I left to find a motel and gather my thoughts. It was hard to believe that only five minutes ago this gorgeous woman was standing in front of me half-naked. If I could only determine the full scope of my powers, I would be able to better understand and control them. I picked Samantha up at seven and we went to a nice Italian restaurant located just outside of town. The restaurant was small and intimate, with candlelight at each table. Samantha looked absolutely ravishing. She wore a conservative knee length gray skirt with a white blouse and two inch heels. She wore her hair down with it reaching to her waist. A natural beauty, she didn't wear much makeup and didn't really need it. "I'm so glad you could have dinner with me tonight," I said. "Bill, I appreciate what you did for me today. You have no idea how many people just drove by pretending I wasn't even there. People just don't want to get involved today," she responded. We ordered dinner and a red wine to go with it. The waiter lit the candle on our table, which added to the ambience. I couldn't help but notice the creamy white cleavage exposed to my view as she sat across from me. How I would once again love to see more. As we continued to talk, she casually reached up and undid a button on her blouse and leaned forward giving me a fantastic view of her gorgeous breasts. Every time she moved, they shimmered, encased in her pure white bra begging to be free. I had to be careful to control my thoughts. After all, we were in a public place. I didn't want anything to happen that would embarrass Samantha or me. After dinner Samantha invited me back to her apartment. Now I know she was grateful, but it struck me as kind of strange that a beautiful young woman like her would invite an old man like me back to her apartment. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. It just seemed a little strange if it weren't for my special powers that seemed to attract young, voluptuous women. I sat at the kitchen table taking in the view as Samantha made coffee. God, would I love to see those delicious breasts naked again. No sooner did I think that, when Samantha turned around and walked over to me. She stood in front of me. My eyes were level with her chest. "How can I ever repay you, Bill?" she said as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I sat there staring at those luscious mounds of flesh. My mouth began to water. "Don't you want to touch them?" she whispered as she took my hands and placed them on the sides of her bra. I squeezed her breasts as she held my hands to them. "Oh yes, Bill, squeeze my tits. They love it when you squeeze them like that," she cooed. It would be much easier to squeeze them and kiss them if she didn't have that bra on. She reached up and undid the clasp on the front of her bra. The cups fell away, exposing her luscious tits. She pulled my head to her chest, and I kissed and sucked greedily on her nipples. My mouth was everywhere devouring every inch of her magnificent breasts. I was in heaven. As I licked and sucked and bit those glorious mounds, my hands reached around and rubbed the back of her legs working their way up under her skirt to her ass cheeks. "Oh God, I'm so hot. Let's go in the bedroom," she said. We retired to the bedroom, and both of us got naked. As I drank in her gorgeous body, I noticed that her pussy was neatly trimmed with a minimum of light hair covering her mons venus. I started where I left off in the kitchen and started to devour those gorgeous tits. I nibbled on her nipples alternating from the left one to the right one. I buried my head between Samantha's cleavage taking in her sweet scent. This was unbelievable. "Oh God, Bill, I love the way you kiss my breasts. You're getting me so fucking hot," she cooed. I continued my assault on her tits and then started working my way down her belly. I didn't totally abandon her tits as I continued to squeeze her nipples as I kissed and licked my way down her stomach towards her sweet smelling pussy. "Yes, oh yes, eat my pussy, Bill. Stick your tongue all the way up my fuck hole," she hissed as she ran her fingers through my hair. This was a girl after my own heart. That's exactly what I planned on doing, getting a taste of that sweet pussy. I spread her legs wide, which totally exposed her pussy that was begging for attention. I licked her labia and worked my way up to her clit. When I reached her clit, I blew on it lightly sending shivers up and down her spine, but I didn't lick it. I was teasing her and loving it. I worked my way back down, sucking on her pussy lips while listening to her moans of sheer delight. It was gratifying to know that I was turning her on so much. I then spread her legs wide and began kissing her inner thigh working my way back to her pussy. When I reached her pussy, I switched to her right thigh and did the same thing. I kissed all around her pussy, now avoiding even kissing her labia. "Bill, you're driving me fucking crazy. Eat me, please. I'm beggin' you, eat my pussy," she moaned as she pulled and squeezed her nipples. I smiled at her as I blew on her pussy lips and snaked out my tongue to tease her labia. She arched her back and tried to shove her pussy toward my mouth. I wanted Samantha to have a good time, but I didn't want her to cum. It was important that I leave tonight without her having an orgasm. I relented and began licking up and down her labia and finally took her clit in my mouth and started to suck on it. "Oh, yes, suck my clittie. Yes, I love it," Samantha groaned as she shoved her pussy into my face. I was so turned on. I lapped and sucked and devoured her cunt. I worked my way down and stuck my tongue into her fuck hole driving it as far into her as it would go. She bucked uncontrollably as I stabbed her hole with my tongue while my nose rubbed and excited her clit. "That feels so fucking good. You really know how to turn a girl on. Oh fuck, yes," she groaned as she gyrated her hips wanting more. I then sat up and smiled down at her. She looked at me with lust in her eyes as she rubbed and squeezed her gorgeous tits. "Lay down, big boy," she cooed as she got up on her knees. I lay down on my back, and Samantha straddled my head in a sixty-nine position. As her pussy approached my face, I snaked out my tongue and licked her clit. She groaned as she licked my cock head sending chills up and down my spine. Her cunt settled down on my face as she inhaled my cock working my shaft into the back of her throat. She continued to work my cock, sucking, licking, and repeatedly driving it in and out of her mouth. She was like a human vacuum cleaner increasing the suction and driving me out of my mind. As I continued to get aroused, I kept thinking of the importance of Samantha not cumming. It was important that she not cum if I were to test out my theory. I kept repeating this thought in my mind, hoping it worked as my other suggestive thoughts seemed to work on women recently. "I love your fucking cock," Samantha said as she once again took my shaft into her mouth, to the back of her throat, and then down her throat. My cock was in her throat and it felt great! Her throat was so fucking tight. I could feel my cock sliding up and down the walls of her throat. It was all too much for me, and I started to cum. Samantha's mouth stayed glued to my cock as I pumped load after load of cum down her throat and into her belly. She moaned as she drank my cum. At the same time she ground her cunt all over my face. My tongue was everywhere, licking and biting her clit and her labia, driving my tongue as deep as I could up her love canal. I finally shot my last load, and Samantha took my deflated cock out of her mouth. She lovingly licked my shaft and my balls. She then lifted her cunt off my face and turned around. I knew she didn't cum. I felt bad, for more than anything else, I wanted her to be fulfilled as I was. We kissed and she licked all of her juices off of my face. "You are an amazing woman, Sam," I said as I softly stroked her breasts teasing her nipples. "You bring out the animal in me, lover boy. I never lose control like this," she said as she continued to kiss me. After a few minutes, I got up and went to the bathroom. I felt like shit. I should go back in there and satisfy that wonderful woman. Instead I planned on getting dressed and leaving, leaving her unfulfilled and in need. I got dressed and told Sam I had to leave. She sat on the bed with a puzzled look on her face. I knew she didn't understand. What could I say to her? "Will you have breakfast with me tomorrow morning, Sam?" I asked. "Of course, I will, Bill. I just don't understand why you have to leave now. I thought we were just getting started," she said with a pleading look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. I'm not as young as I use to be, and this old body of mine can't take the late hours or the stamina of a vivacious young thing like you. Do you want me to have a heart attack?" I joked as I headed for the door feeling like a total sap. "No, I understand. Thanks for dinner and the wonderful evening," she said with disappointment in her voice. I kissed Samantha with heaviness in my heart, wondering if I was doing the right thing, but how else was I to find out what was going on with me. I didn't get much sleep that night. My dreams were plagued with visions of Samantha begging for release and not receiving it. She was so damn sweet. What did she think of me now? The next morning I met Sam at the diner. She looked absolutely gorgeous. I got hard just looking at her. She had this cute pink top on that was low-cut and buttoned up the front, and a pair of very short white cut-offs that showed off her beautiful, long legs. "How are you this morning?" I asked. "All right, I guess," she said as she looked at me. God, she was hot! I could see a good amount of cleavage but wished I could see more. Why was I thinking like a dirty old man? "I just don't understand why you left so abruptly last night," she said sadly, almost pouting as she undid two buttons on her top. More of her gorgeous cleavage was exposed to my view. I was getting excited. Could it be my powers of suggestions were still working on her? The waitress came and took our order. I had to control my thoughts until after we had our food and were more or less alone before I had any more suggestive thoughts. "Sam, I'm so sorry about last night. Believe me, the last thing I wanted to do was leave," I said, feeling like a total idiot. What happened, Bill? Was it something I said? Did I do something that you didn't like?" she said with that hurt tone in her voice. "No, it was nothing like that," I said now really feeling like a heel. "Oh, I see, then it was just me. I'm not your type," she said again with that hurt tone. "No, it was me, Samantha," I said reaching across the table and taking her hands in mine. "Look at me, Sam. You are an absolutely wonderful woman, and anyone would have to be crazy to leave you the way I did. I am so sorry. I wish I had it to do over again. Things would be different." "Well, I forgive you, although you left me pretty horny," she laughed. ""I know I did, Sam, but I promise I'll make it up to you if you'll let me," I said in all sincerity. "Well, I would hope so," she teased as we both began to relax. Her openness was refreshing. There definitely was something going on here. I felt it yesterday the moment I met her, and it wasn't just her gorgeous body. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her fabulous breasts but this was something much deeper - on a different level. Our breakfast came. As I ate I thought how nice it would be to see a little more cleavage. It would even be nice if Sam put her foot up and ran it up and down my leg. "You know, you were amazing last night. I was so hot," she whispered as she ran her foot up my leg. Sam had this mischievous look on her face. "Maybe we can continue where we left off, and you can finish what you started." I smiled at her knowing that more than anything I wanted her. "Do you really think that's a good idea, Sam," I teased her as she undid another button on her blouse. I got harder as I saw more of those luscious large breasts exposed. They shimmied as she moved slightly back and forth. She then took her sandal off and ran her foot up and down the length of my crotch as my cock continued to grow. By now I was feeling mighty uncomfortable. "I think it's a great idea," she said as she looked at me with her lust-filled eyes, her foot continuing to rub up and down the length of my now totally hard cock. "Really!" I continued to tease. I shouldn't do this after the state I left her in last night. "Really!" she retorted as she looked around to make sure no one was looking and then undid the clasp on the front of her bra freeing her magnificent tits. She then sucked on her index finger and ran her finger around her right areola as her nipple instantly turned rock hard. The strange thing was that none of this was done under the power of suggestion. Sam was doing this of her own free will. Why? Was it because she was sexually frustrated and left unfulfilled last night? I was growing more confused. As I was lost in thought, Sam again sucked on her index finger and then ran her finger around her left areola instantly bringing her left nipple to full attention. She maintained eye contact with me throughout all of this. I was highly aroused by the display going on before my eyes. God, what did I do to deserve this? I was doing something right. She was putting on quite a show, but it was quickly getting out of hand. If it continued much longer, she would be sitting across from me naked. She might even end up on the floor under the table deep-throating my cock. I had to act fast. "Sam, let's get out of here," I said. "Sounds good to me," she said as she reluctantly lowered her foot and did up her bra. As we left the restaurant, every head in the place turned admiring this extremely beautiful woman clinging to my arm probably wondering what she was doing with me. I was still highly aroused with her left breast pressing into my right arm. I could feel the warmth and softness of her luscious mound as we walked down the streets of St. Cloud. St. Cloud is a small town right outside of Orlando. They have a wonderful historic downtown district which has a great deal of character and charm. It's almost like taking a step back in time. As we were walking, we approached Mt. Peace Cemetery. "Let's go in," Sam said as she pulled on my arm leading me toward the entrance to the cemetery. "Are you serious?" I said as I reluctantly followed along. "Why not? It'll be fun. Plus, no one ever comes here during the week. We'll have it all to ourselves," she explained with a sparkle in her eye. "Well, all right, I guess," I reluctantly agreed, not sure that this was a good idea. Mt. Peace Cemetery was eighteen acres and beautifully wooded - a fine resting place, not that it mattered too much to the people buried there. Sam and I walked hand in hand like two young lovers taking in the magnificent view and the quietness and solitude of this place. You would have never guessed that I was 56 years old. We were walking in an especially thickly wooded area when I thought how nice it would be if Sam took off her blouse. "Isn't it an absolutely gorgeous day, Bill," she exclaimed as she unbuttoned her blouse. "I'm so warm and just feel so free here." Samantha took off her blouse and then proceeded to take off her bra exposing those magnificent breasts for my eyes to take in. There she stood in her cut-offs and sandals, a vision to behold. "Do you like what you see," she cooed as she looked at me mischievously. "I more than like what I see, Samantha. You are an extremely beautiful woman," I said. She turned towards me and put her arms around my neck while her lips touched mine; her tongue entered my mouth and intertwined with mine. I kissed her consumed with passion. This wasn't going according to the textbook. I did plant the suggestion that she take her blouse off, but the bra was totally her own doing not that I wouldn't get to that next. I decided to stop trying to figure things out and to enjoy the moment. I was still feeling guilty about last night, and I knew I wanted more than anything else to make Samantha happy. I slid my hands down her naked back and rubbed the sides of her voluptuous breasts which were bulging out from her sides. "Oh, that's nice," she said as she broke our kiss. I trailed kisses down her neck nibbled on her ear as my hands moved around to squeeze and caress her tits. I purposely avoided her nipples wanting to build up to that point where she would beg me to touch them. I then continued to caress and kiss those luscious orbs as Sam moaned and swayed slightly back and forth. Her nipples were rock hard and begging for attention, but I still refused to touch or kiss them. I kissed the undersides of her breasts and worked my way up the sides of each not sparing even an inch of her tantalizing flesh. I couldn't get enough of her. Then I continued my journey downward kissing her abdomen until I reached the top of her cut-offs. I squeezed Sam's breasts further exciting her neglected nipples. "That feels so fucking good, Bill. I love what you do to me," she moaned as I continued to kiss her. I noticed that as Sam got hot, she tended to use the word fuck a lot. That really turned me on when she told me how she feels, and I loved her graphic description. I was now on my knees still kissing her abdomen as she rotated her hips. Her hands reached down and held my head pushing her huge tits together as I squeezed and caressed them. I then worked my hands to her nipples and squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger. "Yes, oh God, yes, Bill! Squeeze them harder," she moaned as the pressure on my head increased. "You like that, sweetheart," I asked as I rose still holding on to her nipples. Sam's eyes were closed as I applied more pressure and rolled her nipples, trapped between my fingers. "Put your hands on your head, Sam," I said. She immediately locked her hands behind her head further pushing her mammoth tits out and into my hands. I continued to manipulate her nipples as her groans became louder and increased in intensity. She really loved to have those babies squeezed. I then leaned over and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked hard as I continued to apply pressure to her left nipple. My teeth grated lightly over her sensitive rock hard nipple sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. After several minutes I switched and sucked on her left nipple as I squeezed the right one. This was unbelievable. Who would have ever guessed retirement would be like this. If I knew it was going to be this good, I would have retired a long time ago. I stepped back and admired the view. Samantha was definitely hot standing there with her hands locked behind her head and her feet slighted spread, offering her magnificent body to me. I was experiencing sensory overload. I reached down and unzipped Sam's cutoffs which she quickly stepped out of. She now stood there in the middle of this wooded area of the cemetery in her sandals and a thong. I stepped behind her and started to kiss the nape of her neck as my hands once again reached around and caressed her tits. I couldn't keep my hands off of them. My hands were drawn to them like magnets. As I continued to trail kisses down Sam's back, I also continued to squeeze her breasts and nipples. "You're driving me fucking crazy, Bill. Your mouth and hands are making me so hot," she moaned. I was now kissing her lower back and my hands were everywhere as she groaned under my manipulation. I lowered her thong and she stepped out of it. "Spread your legs wider, Sam," I said as I kissed her luscious ass. I ran my hands up and down her legs and discovered that her pussy was sopping wet. Evidently, my ministrations were having the desired effect on her. Her neglected pussy was begging for attention, but I wasn't ready to accommodate her. She unlocked her hands from behind her head and reached for her aching breasts. "No, Sam, don't do that. I'll take care of those babies. Put your hands back behind your head and relax," I said softly as I moved around in front of her and reached for her breasts. She locked her hands once again behind her head without protest and closed her eyes. She moaned loudly as I squeezed her breasts and slowly moved my fingers down towards her nipples. "Yes, yes, squeeze them harder, Bill," she moaned. "Look at me, Sam," I said softly as I kissed her lips briefly while continuing to manipulate her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked at me with lust filled eyes. I kissed her again driving my tongue deep into her mouth. Then I backed off looking her in the eyes. "You like this, Sam?" I asked smiling at her. ""Oh, yes, I love it. I've never felt this good. I'm so fucking turned on," she moaned as I lowered my mouth to her right nipple and sucked greedily eliciting more moans of pleasure from her. As I continued to work on her breasts, I lowered my hand down to her pussy and discovered she was wetter then before if that was possible. Her body jerked as if struck by lightning when my finger came in contact with her clit. She was bucking against my hand trying to make better contact, but I wasn't ready to give that little nub the attention that it deserved. I once again stood back a foot or so and admired this beautiful woman. She looked at me pleadingly with her lust filled eyes as I stood there doing nothing but feasting my eyes on her body, drinking in her beauty. She was amazing, and the bulge in my pants ached as I gazed upon her. I then quickly undressed as Sam stood there watching. She licked her lips as I lowered my shorts exposing my cock to her view. "I'm really sorry about last night, Sam, but I'll make it up to you today," I said as I stroked my cock. I then kneeled down and licked her inner thigh. Her leg was shaking as I trailed kisses up and down her right leg and then her left. "Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me? Eat my pussy," she begged between moans of agonizing pleasure. I knew her pussy was begging for attention, but I wanted this to be really special for her so I continued to ignore that sopping wet cunt of hers and continued to kiss her inner thighs instead, just coming shy of those luscious outer cunt lips. Occasionally I'd lightly flick at her clitoris and then blow on it. I knew this drove her crazy. This continued for some time, but I reached the point where I couldn't resist that musky aroma from her pussy just inches away from my lips. The aroma was intoxicating. A man can take just so much. How long could I resist smelling the sweet scent of her nectar without diving in and tasting of it? My tongue flicked out and made contact with her clit once again. Sam bucked forward wanting more, but I lowered my lips and licked up and down her wet slit taking in her sweet nectar. I then sucked gently on her labia eliciting more moans of pleasure from her. I looked up and saw her breasts swaying on her chest which only further enflamed the lust which was consuming me. I couldn't get enough of her. I buried my tongue as deeply up her tunnel as I could sucking in her juices while my nose pressed against her clit driving Sam closer and closer to that point of no return. I moved my head back and forth trying to delve deeper into her love tunnel as my nose continued to tease her hard, sensitive clit. I wanted more. Sam couldn't control herself as her hands came down and gripped my head. She ground her cunt into my face pressing my nose hard up against her clit and driving my tongue further up her tunnel. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. Sam was close and I knew it, but I didn't want her to cum yet. I wanted her to reach new heights. I wanted her to climax like she has never climaxed before. I wanted to give her something to remember long after I was gone. I wanted her to remember this moment in time. I forced myself to stop, and I backed off sitting back on the ground leaning on my elbows drinking in the gorgeous sight before me. She was a goddess. "Don't stop now, Bill," she pleaded. "God, don't stop now. I am so close." She dropped to the ground and crawled over to me on her hands and knees. Her breasts swayed back and forth on her chest seductively. She reached for my cock and devoured it in one gulp taking it in deep all the way down her throat. She was out of control and there was no stopping her. She was once again like a human vacuum cleaner, sucking the life out of me. Memories of last night flooded back to me as she did things to me no other woman had done before. She moved her head back and forth causing my cock to feel every part of her throat. It was so tight. She then sucked hard as she withdrew my cock from her mouth, and when it was fully withdrawn she nibbled on the helmet of my cock using her teeth to send chills up and down my spine. Oh my God, was this really happening to me. What did I do to deserve this? It must be that good life I led for 56 years. Was there any other explanation? My thoughts were interrupted as Sam once again performed her magic act and my cock did a disappearing act. She took her time as inch by inch my cock disappeared in that warm wet tunnel that I so much wanted to call home. I can't describe to you how good it felt as she now started to use her mouth like a cunt and fucked up and down on my shaft with long and steady strokes. Her hands moved to her glorious tits and squeezed and pulled on her nipples as she ministered to my cock. She didn't need her hand as a failsafe because she wanted all that I had to offer in her hot little mouth, and I aimed to please as I met her bobbing up and down with my own thrusts into her mouth. I was so damn close, but it was too soon. This was supposed to be her moment not mine. I reached down gently and eased my cock out of her mouth. She fought me not wanting to give up one inch of my meat. "Easy, Sam. I'm so close. We don't want a repeat of last night," I said as a slid away from her hot mouth. "I'm so fucking hot. I can't get enough of you, Bill," she panted as she sat back and continued to caress her breasts. I lay back on the ground watching Sam play with her tits. I licked my lips and said, "I'm hungry, Sam." She smiled at me as she lowered her head to kiss me on the lips. "Well, Bill, I have a nice snack for you which should fill you up," she cooed. "I can't wait," I said as Sam straddled my head and lowered that sweet pussy towards my mouth. My tongue licked at her labia separating her lips and taking in her sweet juices. I then moved my tongue up finding that hard nub that gave Sam so much pleasure. I began to suck on it gently which drove her crazy. She held my head as she ground her cunt into my face. Once again my tongue sought out her fuck hole. I pushed my tongue up inside her as far as it would go, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. The irony of it was that there may not be a tomorrow for Sam and me. Sam was frantic as she pushed harder rubbing her cunt all over my face with my nose being a constant source of pleasure for her hard little clit. I knew she was close so I redoubled my efforts devouring her sweet smelling cunt with my mouth. I made soft moaning noises which reverberated in her love canal. Suddenly Sam went tense and let out a loud moan. "Oh fuck, I'm coming," she groaned as she continued to ride my face. I sucked up her juices as fast as I could realizing I never tasted anything so sweet in all my life. I wouldn't mind at all a steady diet of this sweet nectar. Sam finally slid over to the side lying on her back spent from the mind-blowing climax that she had just experienced, but I wasn't finished yet. I sat up and helped Sam onto her hands and knees as my hands roamed all over her body stoking the flames burning deep inside her. I wanted to keep that fire going. I wanted to strike while the embers were hot. I squeezed her firm ass cheeks and then started to kiss those luscious globes as my right hand found her sopping wet cunt. I ran my thumb up and down her slit just grazing her clit which drove her crazy as her hips undulated under my ministrations looking for something to fill that sweet pussy once again. "Take me, Bill. Stick your fucking cock in my pussy. I need you so bad," she moaned as she captured my thumb between her pussy lips and sucked it in. I drove my thumb in to the hilt feeling the inner walls of her pussy as I continued to lavish kisses on her. I then withdrew my thumb and worked it back to her anus teasing that sensitive bud with my thumb. "Oh God, yes," she moaned as I pressed against her sphincter muscle which resisted my attempts at entry. I returned my thumb to her sopping wet pussy and lubricated my thumb again bringing more lubrication back to her anus as I continued to tease that puckered bud. Her sphincter finally relented, and I gained entry to her ass slowing driving my thumb up her anal canal. "Oh fuck, that feels so good. You know how to turn a girl on," she moaned as my thumb continued its assault. Sam was driving me mad. As my thumb continued to saw in and out of her anus, I buried two fingers up her sopping wet cunt. I reached under her with my left hand and squeezed and pulled on her rock hard nipples. This was too much for her. Ahhgggghhhh, I'm cumming again. Oh fuck," she screamed and bucked against my hand as I continued to penetrate her. My fingers were drenched with the sweet nectar flowing out of her pussy. I removed my hand from her cunt but continued to lavish kisses on her back as she rode her second climax through to completion. My cock was throbbing and in desperate need of attention. I ran it up and down her slit teasing her highly sensitive clit and separating her labia allowing the head of my cock to be caressed by them. "Fuck me, Bill. Please fuck me. I need your cock so badly," Sam moaned as I continued to tease her with my cock. I couldn't hold off any longer. I reared back and buried my cock in Sam to the hilt. As I drove my cock in and out of her, the walls of her cunt sucked and squeezed my cock. She was like a wild woman bucking her hips up against me. I slapped her left ass cheek encouraging her on and then slapped her right cheek. This drove her crazy as she bucked up against me even harder with her cunt constantly sucking away at my cock, strangling it. At this rate I wasn't going to last much longer, but I didn't want to come yet. I smacked her ass cheeks one more time and then reached under her and caressed her large gorgeous tits hanging there begging for attention. I squeezed the meat of her tits and then went for the nipples rolling those rock hard nubs between my thumb and forefinger, knowing this would drive her insane. It was as if a bolt of electricity shot through her as she began to convulse uncontrollably. "Oh God, I'm cumming again. What the fuck are you doing to me," she moaned as she continued to convulse and ram her cunt back on my cock which was now rubbing up against her cervix. She ground her hips trying to draw me in deeper. "I don't want this to ever stop. You can fuck me all day and all night." I was ready to blow my load. I certainly wasn't going to last all day and all night. I had to think fast although right now my dick was doing my thinking for me. I stopped fucking Sam and just held my cock embedded deep in her cunt. I tried to settle her down as the orgasm continued to wash over her. I kissed her lightly on the neck and back as my hands roamed lightly over her breasts. I traced circles around her areolas, and I could tell it was having the desired affect. "Oh God, Bill, I love what you're doing to me. I'm so fucking hot. I'm going to cum again if you keep this up," she moaned as my hands continued to lightly manipulate her tits. "That's exactly what I want you to do, Sam. I want you to come and keep coming to make up for last night. I'm so sorry I left you like that," I said as I continued to kiss her. Sam turned her head, her mouth seeking out mine, and when she found it, she drove her tongue deep into my mouth as she moaned softly. My left hand continued to softly caress her fantastic tits as my right hand moved down her abdomen seeking out her hard throbbing sensitive clit. My index finger found its mark, and I rubbed and pressed on that sensitive spot. Sam was once more on fire as she started to buck underneath me. "Fuck me, Bill, fuck me hard," Sam screamed as she drove her cunt back against me. Her scream was loud enough to raise the dead. They say a cemetery is a grave place but right now it was alive with the heat and passion that Sam and I felt for each other. I reared back and pulled my cock out of Sam's cunt and immediately rammed it into her to the hilt. "Oh God, that feels so good," she screamed as I once more withdrew and rammed it into her again pushing against her cervix. I then started ramming her with short rapid strokes, and she met me stroke for stroke ramming her cunt back against my pole. I drove my thumb up her rectum driving her over the edge once more as she began to cum, convulsing on my cock as I too now began to unload a massive load of cum up her cunt. "Holy shit, I'm cumming again. I can't believe I am actually coming again. Oh fuck, this feels so good," Sam moaned as we both rode our climax out. Sam and I collapsed on the ground exhausted. I held Sam in my arms as we tried to catch our breath. "You are amazing," she said as she lightly kissed my lips and face. I lay there sated knowing that this was probably the end for Sam and me, but I didn't want it to be over. It was much more than physical. Even though we had just met yesterday, I knew immediately that it was much more than a physical attraction. Unfortunately, we were worlds apart - two different generations or should that be too different generations. We lay there quietly in each others arms enjoying the serenity and peacefulness of the moment. I was discovering that in a very short time I had developed feelings for Sam. Maybe there is such a thing as love at first sight. But it didn't really matter for I also knew that our time together was over when considering past experience and the pattern of my other encounters. I wasn't going to fool myself and think for one minute that this woman was now attracted to me. A sadness came over me as I thought of Sam passing out of my life almost as quickly as she had entered. Sometimes life wasn't fair. As this melancholy mood overtook me, I noticed that the sky had darkened. I could hear thunder in the distance. As was fairly typical in Florida, it looked as if one of those fast striking thunderstorms was about to hit us. This one was moving quickly. Probably in an hour the sun would be back out again. How appropriate - a downpour to match my dampened spirits. "Sam, we need to get dressed. It looks as if the weather has taken a turn for the worse," I said. "Oh, Bill, I just want to lay here and cuddle and enjoy the moment," Sam cooed as she nestled closer and put her arms around me. "We really should think about leaving, Sam. It's not safe to be out during an electrical storm," I said. Sam reluctantly got up and began to get dressed. I did the same. There seemed to be a heaviness in the air or maybe it was just me. I don't know. Sam took my hand as we started our long walk back to the entrance of the cemetery. I wanted to try out my powers of suggestion on Sam. Actually I didn't want to do that. When it came right down to it, the last thing I wanted to do was manipulate anyone ever again. The sky was getting darker and the sound of thunder was much closer. I was haunted with memories of another night not too long ago - a night that changed the course of my life. All I wanted to do right now was to get Sam safely home. Sam drew closer, and I put a protective arm around her. I felt a need to shelter her, to keep her safe. As we approached the entrance to the cemetery, it happened. There was a bright light... ________________________________ I woke up in a hospital bed. Somehow this all seemed familiar to me. What happened? How did I get here? Where was Sam? The last thing I remember was walking in the rain with Samantha, and we were just approaching the cemetery entrance. Then I recall a bright flash and everything went dark. While I was trying to gather my thoughts, a man in a white coat walked in with a big smile on his face. He picked up the chart at the end of my bed and examined it. "Good morning, Mr. Evans. I'm glad to see that you have joined us," he said amicably. "I'm Dr. Richards and you had us worried there for awhile." "What happened to me, doctor," I asked feeling at a distinct disadvantage. "You don't remember anything?" he asked. "Not really. I remember that there was a thunderstorm. One of those that Florida is famous for, and I was exiting the cemetery with Miss Sonnet when there was a bright light and then nothing." "Well, Mr. Evans, you were almost struck by lightning yesterday. You're a very lucky man to have lightning strike within ten feet and live to tell about it," the doctor said smiling down at me. Oh my God, this was incredible. What were the chances of having two near misses with lightning? Impossible! Was I in the twilight zone? This was an occurrence that rarely happened at all, let alone twice to one person in less than a month. And then I had a thought that terrified me. What about Sam? "Where is Miss Sonnet. Is she all right," I asked frantically, hoping and praying that nothing happened to Sam. "Fortunately, your body shielded her from any harm. She was a little shaken up but is just fine," the doctor explained. I breathed a sigh of relief. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to Sam. "How do you feel, Mr. Evans?" Dr. Richards asked as he checked my vital signs. "Well, other than being a little disoriented, I feel fine," I answered although I wondered if I still had my special power to influence women. I hoped not. It had been nothing but trouble plus the fact that I now realized I had no right to manipulate other people like that. "You do have some minor burns but not anything to be really concerned about. We ran some tests and you passed with flying colors. All of your vital signs are stable. You'll be free to check out later this afternoon," Dr Richards explained. "You found no irregularities?" I asked. "No, none at all. You were very lucky. Why, were you expecting us to find something?" he asked. "No, not really. I don't know if you're aware of this, but I had a similar experience less than a month ago in Virginia. They did find some irregular readings on a CAT Scan," I responded. "I'll certainly check on that. The CAT scan we took yesterday was perfectly normal. You know it's amazing that you're alive to tell the story after a near miss like that, but for it to happen twice? Mr. Evans, if I were you, I'd get on my knees and thank the good Lord," the doctor responded. "I know. I can't believe it myself," I said. "Now, at what hospital were you treated in Virginia?" he asked. "Carillon Roanoke Community Hospital in Roanoke, Virginia," I answered. "I'll check with them today. You relax and get some rest," Dr. Richards said as he headed for the door. "Oh, by the way, there's someone outside who would like to see you. Should I send her in?" "Sure. Thanks, doc," I answered as I wondered whether it was Sam or not. Who else knows me around here? It was Sam, and she looked absolutely radiant as she walked though the door and over to my bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers. "I was so worried about you. How do you feel?" she asked with genuine concern in her voice. "I'm fine, Sam, just a little bit shocked to find out I almost got hit by lightning again," I said half laughing. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "Oh God, I was so scared when you fell to the ground. I went hysterical," she said. "Well, not to worry. I'm fine." I was feeling uneasy. I needed to come clean with Sam and tell her everything that was going on. This wasn't going to be easy, but I had to do it for my own peace of mind. "Sam, we have to talk. There's something you need to know," I said. "Okay, Bill," she said with a questioning look on her face. "Remember when I stopped to help you on the highway, and after I changed your tire we were talking?" I asked. "Yes," she responded. "Well, I made you unbutton your blouse and take it off. I took advantage of the situation, Sam. I was able to influence your thoughts," I said. "Bill, you didn't make me do anything. I removed my blouse because I wanted to. How could you possibly control my thoughts," she said amused. "Sam, three weeks ago while traveling south through Virginia I was almost struck by lightning just like yesterday. I know that's hard to believe. Only it had a strange effect on me, and I discovered I could influence people's thoughts," I said. "Bill, you didn't influence my thoughts. You were staring so intently at my breasts that I thought you were going to burn a hole in my blouse. I am an exhibitionist. I get off exposing myself in public. It was thrilling for me standing there topless, wondering if I could get away without anyone other than you seeing me," she said. Now I was really confused. If what Sam was saying is true, then what about later that night at her apartment? What about yesterday in the cemetery? "Sam, what about the other night in your kitchen..." You mean when I walked over to you and unbuttoned my blouse and then took off my bra?" she whispered with a mischievous smile on her face. "Yes," I said trying to make sense out of all of this. "I was seducing you, Bill. I wanted you so badly. It just wasn't nice of you to leave me in that condition at the end of the night. You left me so horny that I didn't know whether to be mad at you or what. Look, since I've met you I haven't done anything I haven't wanted to do of my own free will. If you had any control over me, don't you think I would know it, silly?" she laughed. "I guess so, Sam," I said as she lightly kissed my lips. "I've never felt like this with any other man, Bill, and it's not just physical. It's you. You're so sweet and considerate, and I just want to explore these feelings with you and see where it takes us," she said as she looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "That is, if you want to." "Sam, it'll never work. I'm old enough to be your father for crying out loud. I'm 56 years old..." "and I'm twenty-eight years old, and in four years you'll be sixty and I'll be thirty-two. So what! I can walk out of here today, get on I 75, and be killed by a drunk driver that's had too much to drink. Age doesn't matter. Let's worry about today, and let tomorrow take care of itself," she reasoned. I was speechless. I had such strong feelings for this woman, and it was much more than physical. I wanted to care for her and protect her. I wanted to be her knight in shining armor. Could it work? Could we have a future together? "Your right, Sam, when all is said and done and we look at the big picture, age really doesn't matter, does it?" "No, it doesn't. We have something special. Let's just take it one day at a time and see where it leads us," she said as she leaned over and kissed me passionately. Sam sat up and looked back towards the door to make sure that it was closed. Then with that mischievous look on her face, she slowly started to unbuttoned her blouse exposing her absolutely gorgeous breasts. Next she undid the clasp on her bra freeing those glorious mounds. "I'm really excited. I've never done anything like this in a hospital," she said smiling as she leaned over offering them to me. _______________________________ Three years have passed since all this happened, and Sam and I are still together, still discovering new things about each other. Oh, by the way, I know you're wondering, and the answer is no, my power to influence beautiful large breasted women is gone. I now influence only one woman, and that's more than enough. All I can say is there is never a dull moment living with Sam, but that's another story.