Ch 7: Back in the real world

Chapter 7: Back in the real world

He glanced up as the girl walked past him down the shop. Blushing a little at his thoughts, he picked up his cup and took another sip. The girl walked past again, heading for the counter, and dropped something onto Michael's table as she passed. He glanced down at it, puzzled.

It was her top.

Michael looked up in time to see her retreating back, naked down to the hips, disappearing through a door behind the counter. He picked up the top and followed her, glancing back to see that she had put the closed sign up on the entrance to the shop.

The little storeroom behind the shop smelled of coffee, but Michael was more concerned about the blonde kneeling in the middle of the floor, grinning smugly, her breasts standing to attention as she arched her back for his enjoyment.

"Come over here," she told him, and he took the couple of steps needed to close the distance between them. She reached up and unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock out with a sigh. Her lips enfolded the head and he jerked with the sudden sensation. Her tongue flicked over the end, and then down and around the shaft as she pushed him deeper into her mouth. He felt the back of her throat touch him for a brief second, and then she pulled him out.

Michael groaned, but she was by no means finished with him. She lifted herself up onto her knees and slipped his cock between her breasts, pressing the two globes together so that he was enwrapped in tit flesh. Then she began sliding his wet cock up and down between her tits; Michael entered heaven wondering how his day dream was coming true.

The girl suddenly released him and stood up. She reached down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Under it she was wearing a tiny white thong, which she pulled aside before sitting herself onto the edge of a small table. "Fuck me," she commanded.

Michael moved quickly between her legs and pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips. She let out a low groan. "Put it in, put it in!" she insisted, and he drove himself into her. Her hot flesh enveloped him and she groaned again, louder this time. He began pumping into her, and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist. Michael reached down to push his hands under her ass cheeks and straightened his legs. She yelped and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest.

Now she was suspended by his hands beneath her and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and hips. He began lifting her until only the head of his cock was still inside her, and then dropping her again until he filled her completely. Each thrust elicited a yelp of pleasure from the tiny blonde. Michael kept going like this for several minutes before her cant began to pulse around his cock and he knew his legs would give out if he came holding her up. He dropped her back onto the table and began to hammer himself in and out of her while her crossed ankles pressed into the small of his back, riving him harder and harder.

"I'm gonna..." she croaked out, and then, "oooooh!"

Michael felt his own orgasm rip through his body, and she jerked with each and every spurt that entered her. Eventually he stopped and pulled out of her. She lay back on the table, breathing hard and making her tits bounce and a most appealing way.

"Thank you," she said, "I haven't had a good fuck in weeks. You go sit down and I'll get you a fresh cup of coffee. Yours must be cold by now."

Michael blinked and smiled. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but whatever it was, it was great!

Michael undressed and climbed into bed that night feeling very tired. The afternoon had been spent learning how to enter the right trance state so that, when he slept, he would enter what Julia called the 'Near Astral Plane'. This, she assured him, was essential for successful use of their power.

He had not told her about the girl in the coffee shop and he was unsure why. He was sure that he had not entered a dream state in the shop, except a daydream, perhaps, but he was also sure he had somehow influenced her thoughts. For some reason he did not want Julia to know about that just yet.

He settled into his relaxation exercises, breathing deeply an evenly until he felt himself drifting into sleep.

"There," Julia's voice said in his ear, "I told you you were a natural at it. It took me almost a week before I could do that on my own."

Michael opened his eyes and looked up at his mentor. "Beginner's luck," he suggested and pulled the sheets aside, rising to stand beside her. He looked back, expecting to see his body in the bed, but it was empty. "I thought I left my body behind to come here?"

"Yeah, but this is the near Astral, not the real world. Here ideas are real, and the idea of you, your mind, has got out of bed. Back in the real world, your body is still sleeping. C'mon."

Julia opened the bedroom door and headed out into the house. Michael followed, down the stairs, past his mother (who was watching the late film) and out onto the street.

"She couldn't see us," Michael commented, "but we could see her. I don't get it."