The Drunken Skunk (part two)

Sam realizes that he must have appeared to drift off.  “Ya Tony…..” pausing briefly in an attempt to recover his senses, “Just thinking about going back to work tomorrow.”

“You were just kinda sitting there staring at the wall.  Can’t be that bad, it’s Friday after all”

“Ya just got a lot to get done is all.”  Sam’s connection to his would be target now lost, and his sensing bubble returned to the normal resting sphere, he decides the experiment will have to wait until another night.  “I better head out. Glad to hear you are doing better. Maybe I’ll see you around this weekend.”

“Alright, thanks for the drink Sam.”

Sam settles up at the bar and heads to the front of the bar.  He takes one last look at the woman, whose only mystery to him now is her name, and heads through the heavy oak door to the cold bite of late fall.   After getting a cigarette lit and putting the pack and lighter away, he pulls his jacket tight around him and begins the short walk home.

Well that nearly worked.  Or at least nearly had a chance of working.

I wonder if I do push those emotions on somebody….how long will it last?

Do other people question every emotion they get like I do?

If Tony hadn’t broke me out of it….I wonder what would have happened?

Glad Tony is doing better.  Maybe I should have scanned him down to see if he really was, or if he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear.

Note: Have a better conversation with Tony next time.  

Also next time I try this experiment….DON’T TALK TO TONY!.

That is the first time I’ve pushed those colors….wonder what the colors mean?

Blue is my safe space... my shields and armor are all blue.  Gold is when I am trying to comfort somebody. Purple and Pink must be love, lust, and passion.  Well at least that is what I was trying to push out.

Man….experiment or no experiment she was definitely somebody I would like to get to know more.

Sam realizes, while lost in thought, he had been autopiloting himself home.  He had undressed and found himself laying in bed contemplating the events at the Drunken Skunk that evening.  Working with his senses often left Sam drained physically and mentally. Even just his normal shield seems to take a toll on his energy level throughout the day.  More so if he has reason to block out hostility or other negative emotions.

Sam collects the swirling gases of emotion that are scattered throughout his body.  He has found that certain emotions are usually connected to certain areas of the body.  Love, passion, caring lay in the chest of course. Some emotions can be found in different parts of the body.  Greed for example can be found in the throat and sometimes in the lower abdomen. It is difficult for Sam, at the end of the day, to sort out what is actually his own emotions and what he has picked up from others.  He formed a ritual that he performs every night. He gathers them all up and stuffs them in his lower abdomen. This is his vault where he can pull them out one at a time and inspect them. He questions the emotion on where it came from and what reasons he would have of his own to possess such an emotion.  Sometimes just saying “this emotion is not mine” is enough for the emotion to go away. Sometimes he has to place that emotion with the individual it belongs to before it will fade. Many times though it is his own, and he must claim and deal with it accordingly.

Tonight though the sorting went quick.  Sam was anxious to get back to thoughts of the mystery woman.  He would have never expected to find a woman at the Drunken Skunk that made him feel this way.  Especially this fast, without talking to her. Drifting between sleep and arousal. He imagines she smells of lilac and spring time.  

Her skirt falls to the floor, exposing her well rounded hips, and strong thick thighs.  Pulling her close with one arm around her waist, he begins pulling awkwardly on the suit jacket with his free hand, not quite helping her out of it.  A button breaks on her blouse from the effort and exposes the creamy skin beneath. Sam’s face instinctually dives between her breasts. Nibbling slightly at her cleavage he works up to her collarbone.  The arm around her waist slides down as he cups her buttocks, sending a tingle up her spine as his hand slides across the shear of her panties, and fingers find the crease where ass meets thigh. Then he finally finishes removing her jacket and in one fluid movement swings her around onto the bed.  He straddles her, again working his mouth down to the milky valley her bra contains. She can feel his excitement pressed against her building warmth. With one hand Sam restrains one of her arms at the wrist, with his other he begins undoing buttons on her blouse. He arches his back to make room for his hand as he works downward.  Each button exposing a little more skin, and Sam follows with his mouth. Finishing with the last button Sam is biting at her right nipple through her bra. He brings his other hand up and slides it from her outer thigh up her side to get a full grasp on her left breast. Sam then works his mouth down to the creamy skin of her stomach, kissing and nibbling.  As he works, his hips slide down her legs still straddling them. The distance between them lets a coolness blow across the warmth and wetness that had built with their crotches pressed together. He releases the wrist he had been restraining, and Sam sits up on his knees. He reaches behind himself and begins pulling his shirt over his head. With a bit of clumsiness, he frees his head and shoulders and tosses the shirt to the side.  Now exposed she can see Sam’s subtle pecks and perfect tiny nipples. His lean athletic abs flexing with his breathing. He takes in the view from his perch, still straddled on top of her hips. Her milky breasts heaving in their inclosure from the passion built inside of her. Sam runs his hand behind the nape of her neck, her light brown hair still fanned on the bed below her. He lifts her neck and head gently, ever so slightly, then leans in and kisses her passionately, grinding his full erection into her and grasping her still trapped breast with his other hand.  Running his thumb inside the padding of the bra and coming dangerously close to grazing the nipple. When his tongue slides from between her lips, he bites her lower lip as his body begins to shift back.

She grabs the back of his neck so he can’t pull away.  “My Turn.”.....