The Wish - Part 1
written by:
Lynn McD

The Wish... Part 1 ©2006 by Lynn McDouglas

Chapter One - The Encounter

The summer rainstorm hit early that evening, painting the cobblestone streets of town shiny and fluorescent, the neon signs doubly piercing the steamy evening. The young couple dashed and dodged here and there, seeking shelter under tattered awnings and ornate wrought-iron balconies along the mostly deserted street, laughing at the refreshing raindrops soaking them to the skin as he chivalrously tried sheltering her under his soaked dinner jacket.

"Let's try here" she said, laughing at his attempts to keep her sheltered, any dry shelter from the storm a welcome one at the moment.

She dashed towards the open door of the shop, him following her close behind. Upon reaching the dry shelter of the shop, she stopped and turned to him, not realizing how close he was. His arms instinctively wrapped around her as their bodies collided, barely avoiding sprawling all over the floor.

It took a moment to catch their breaths, but, arms around each other, dripping just inside the door of the shop, as the smiles grew to a giggle, to a chuckle, to whole-hearted laughter. Something about him had captivated her, touched her, and held her with his manners and desire to please her. And now, here they were set to enjoy themselves on a holiday away from family, strangers in a strange and alluring town, just a few months before their wedding back home.

"I can't believe we got caught in a storm on the way back from the restaurant! It looked like a nice night when we left the hotel!" she said animatedly, throwing water droplets off her fingers as she waved them making her point in mock frustration.

He tentatively reached in and gently kissed her, drawn to her charm, her appeal, correctly reading her feigned anger, and as she smiled, he turned to admiring her fun-loving nature, the way she made him want to do his best for her. He was willingly captivated by her beautiful green eyes and ever-present smile. "I wonder what she is thinking." he thought, not for the first time...

The wind caught the open doorway and blew at the couple, reminding them of their soaked condition. His hand was tracing down her back as he realized that her dress was stuck to her like a second skin, with a momentary afterthought that his clothes probably made him look like a soaked dog. He chuckled at that thought as he stepped back to admire just how well the dress clung to her, his hand moving up her side to caress the side of her breast, his thumb poised to tease the prominent shape of her hardened nipple, realizing that she already knew what he sought, smiling mischievously at him as she leaned into his caress...

"Mah goodness honey chiles! Y'alls wet through an' through! Let's git yawl some dryness!" The big friendly shopkeeper, startling the couple out of their euphoria, took them in back and gave them some towels to dry off somewhat, and a hair drier to help her dry her curls out some.

The bathroom was small, but the couple managed to dry off. As he wrung his dinner coat out over the toilet, she paused in running a towel through her hair to admire his backside, the moisture helping his shirt cling to his back, highlighting his broad shoulders, and then further down as she admired his well-proportioned tush, reminiscing how that feature had originally caught her eye. As he grabbed a towel to dry off, she quickly resumed drying her hair, and then stepped out of her dress.

As he dried off, he slowly realized how exposed she was, and instinctively backed up to the door, barring entry to anyone. He continued toweling his shirt off as she wrung her dress out, his thoughts drifting back to dinner tonight... They had to be the cutest couple at the restaurant tonight. The waiters were VERY attentive - too much so for his likes, but he figured he was biased.

She had been flirting with him all night, and shortly after they had ordered, she excused herself for a visit to the powder room. He was very surprised when she returned, kissed him, and handed him a pair of hunter green satin panties with a smile. In fact, he still had them in his coat pocket. He smiled, remembering that during dinner she had removed a shoe and had proceeded to torment his aching cock, gently and mischievously caressing it with her stockinged foot, well hidden from view by the long tablecloths the establishment had chosen for their tables.

His cock was again as hard, as he took in the view of her standing in front of him, in nothing but her soaked hunter green satin bra. He quickly shifted to toweling off his pants to hide his growing hardness.

She rubbed her bra some with a towel, her nipples obviously pointed from the wet coolness of the bra covering them, and then shrugged. "It's still wet, and going to be quite uncomfortable for me, so I might as well just take it off." she said matter-of-factly. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra and took it off, now naked in front of him, patting down her bra some more before placing it in her purse, drying her chest off, then, after blow-drying a few wet spots on her dress, slipping her dress back on.

He realized that his toweling was not working on his pants, just stimulating his growing desire. He removed the comb and wallet from his pants pocket, placing them in his sport coat, and then begrudgingly removed his pants, then rolled them up to wring them out as well.

She started the hair drier to cover for her as she stole several glances his way. It was obvious to her that her unexpected nudity for him had had the desired effect, and she tried to hide her mischievous grin.

True, they had been dating for over a year, but she had remained firm in her convictions about sex until they had gotten engaged. Since they had taken their relationship to a more intimate level last month, they had found little time to explore each other's bodies or passions, mostly because it was a small town they were from, and she did not want it to get around. She reflected that the fact that they had made sweet love twice before this trip was a tribute to his persistence and ingenuity fueling her growing addiction to the orgasms she had with sex. Neither time had they been able to take it slow and enjoy each other, and how this trip was definitely providing that opportunity.

The trip - what a boon! Her girlfriends had suggested the trip, but had had to back out at the last moment. As far as her parents knew, she was on vacation with them still, completely oblivious to whom she was actually spending time with.

Here in a big city, far from home, she was anonymous and she felt unencumbered by reputation, wanting to try things that were more overt - like removing her panties at the restaurant tonight, or in the pool yesterday where she had playfully worked his manhood inside her without anyone else noticing. Being away from home with him made her want to try things she would typically not do back home, to explore her budding sexuality. Plus, the lure of this city, as it had for many others before them, made her want to be wild and adventurous with him. Right now, more than anything she wanted to tease him, flaunt herself for him, ready for a wild night of passion. She hoped he would be up for it.

As he finished putting his pants back on, he stood back admiring her as she brushed and dried her hair out. Too bad her dress was not highlighting her every curve any more, now that it had dried some. However, he enjoyed the bounce and sway of her breasts now that he knew they were unrestrained beneath her dress, seeing a hint of nipple. At least his clothes didn't cling to him any more, he thought, chuckling as he remembered their adventure to this point. The thought of taking advantage of this private moment passed fleetingly through his mind, lingered... His body was way ahead of him in this, ready for action.

Straightening her dress, she glanced his way at the chuckle, wondering not for the first time what was going through his mind. She was fairly certain of his intentions when they had just stepped inside the shop, realizing now how her dress had highlighted her every curve, the look in his eye one of bottled-up passion waiting to be released. At least she thought so. Heaven knows his kiss and caress had worked their wonders on her, and she looked forward to some private time back at the hotel.

She took a look at herself in the mirror, and then took a deep breath. "Ready. "

The vision of him settling in behind her, raising her skirt and entering her from behind dispersed in his mind, and he searched for a response...

"Shall we head back to the hotel, or continue on with our plans for dancing?"

Placing her hands on her hips, and playfully putting on a scornful face, she answered. "I know what you are thinking Dave, but this girl didn't come all the way from her home to not take in some dancing to the music this city is famous for! Plus look, our clothes are pretty much dried out now... A bit of dampness can only help keep us cool in this heat - and keep you on simmer 'till we get back to our room."

Trying hard to ignore the last comment, an obvious tease she had thrown his way, he took the opportunity to look closely at her, reaching his hand out to caress the back of her dress, down towards her ass... "Hmmm... yes, it appears so. Amazing how synthetics dry out so quickly." His thoughts were out there on some dance floor with her, watching her dancing, her body moving naturally to the music, turning him on. His attention then refocused to the present, drawn to her front, hoping for a good view of cleavage, a hint of nipple. What a wonder it would be to see her body moving to the music, with only a dress to cover her sexy body...

There was a knock and the door opened. "How's y'alls doin'? Gitten al dried off?"

"Yes, Ma'am, thank you" they both said in unison. They looked at each other and smiled at their stereophonic response.

"Well then, y'alls had bettuh git a move on then. Y'alls needin' directions?"

He politely asked for the quickest way to the club they had selected, and after being handed a local tourist map with a marker trail to their destination, they both thanked her again for her hospitality, and started out the door before he stopped, and on impulse asked "How much for a set of these?" He held in his hand a set of green, gold and purple beads offered as trinkets to tourists.

"Five dollahs, Hon..."

Putting the beads around his fianceˇ's neck, he handed the shopkeeper a twenty. "Here, keep the change."

They stepped out the door before the shopkeeper could protest, and headed off down the street and disappearing into the multitude of people who had appeared once the rain had dissipated, hand in hand into the steamy evening.

As the shopkeeper watched the couple walk away, she heard the voice of her neighbor next door comment "They all's a nice couple."

"Yeah, s'pposin' so. Theys in for quite an adventure, tho'... Ah kin feel it..."

"Me too...."

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Although the bars and clubs were open to the wee hours of the morning, they had plans for romance back at the hotel. She was aware of the effect she was having on him every time they danced together. And leaning over offered him a nice view down her dress, where she hoped it was more his imagination and hope than what she was actually showing that kept his eyes glued on her chest. Just once she would love to really know what was going through his mind when he saw her like this... or for that matter feel what kind of urges he was obviously happening so she could compare them to what she felt like. The satisfaction of knowing her dancing, her teasing was making him hard for her, lust for her...

The drinks were having their effect on him. He was not a regular drinker, and he so wanted to just go back and make love all night with his sexy fiancˇe. Much more would make him sleepy, and he did NOT want that! He tried to keep his focus on her, but the alcohol hindered his need for full focus. He kept catching himself noticing other patrons stealing glances at his fiancˇe, others outright staring at her [mostly men, but amazingly there were a few women too] . Somehow she was oblivious to it, and he wondered how she could be. This served to make him even more protective than usual.

She was [by his book, at least] the hottest gal there. There were other hotties out there as well, and it seemed the more alcohol he consumed, the more he was aware of just how sensual and revealing each of them were. Two at the bar were obviously "working." A group of young ladies were together, an obvious night out, with several of them on the prowl... He even noticed when one woman coaxed her date in back to the restrooms, his imagination going wild with the possibilities of what they could be doing back there, together in the restroom... and then his attention would come back to his fiancˇe, the sway of her breasts, the rock of her hips, and he couldn't imagine being with anyone as sexy as her. How had he been so lucky....?

The band took a break from the set, the canned music kicked in, and she leaned over to his ear and over the music said "Although the night is young, I am ready to head back if you are..." His thoughts were to go to the bathroom, but the one couple his imagination had followed back there was just coming back out, the guy with a silly grin on his face, and his gal with a very flushed look... "Ok, let's go..."

It was amazing how many people were about, even on this side of midnight. They had been told the crowds would get larger into the early morning. The street was full of tourists and locals, there specifically for the music, the dancing, the food, the ambiance of being in that part of the city. Getting his bearings, he led them on foot back towards the hotel, towards the border between the hotels and the tourist area, past some more adult-themed clubs - establishments that would stand out in contrast to neighborhoods in other cities, but tied in seamlessly with the club/tourist section of this town, augmenting the aura of party, decadence and abandon.

"I wonder what ever happened that made those women want to do that for a living?" she stated as she walked by one club, several women standing on the balcony above dressed like 1800's dancing girls... It was obviously a strip joint by the posters announcing amateur night, and security standing outside.

"I don't know - maybe the money?" He realized after he said it that it sounded just like a typical guy, and he cringed inwardly, hoping she would be gentle on him, surprised after a few seconds when she did not retaliate, lost in her thoughts...

She let it drop. She knew she could never do that - there was that ugly feeling deep in the pit of her stomach just considering it... Just the thought of her being that exposed in front of a group of men, most old enough to be her dad... or her granddad! Eww! What ever it was that made guys like that sort of stuff, especially when they knew that there was no chance of getting into the gal's pants afterwards, she would never know...

Meanwhile, his semi-drunken mind whirled at the question... does that mean she would like to try stripping for an amateur night? She certainly could flaunt it like she had tonight, and she had been wonderful doing a private, sensual striptease for him in their room the first night they had arrived. He would have loved to been in the audience to see her do a routine. Even better yet, have her doing the routine for him, making everyone else in the place green with envy. He had no doubt she could win such a contest if she put her whole heart into it. Her mood though, made him wonder what would cross her mind if she did do that, and he felt a flash of jealousy at the possibility that she might enjoy showing off to other men, what he would do if other men approached her sexually...

Their walking took them away from the lighted party atmosphere of the main street down the street that led them to the grand southern-style hotel, complete with white columns out front of the white four-storied hotel in the hub of the district, its one concession to the style of the city the scalloped wrought-iron balconies each of the exterior rooms had. She cuddled closer to him, feeling the darkness closing in around them as the hair on the back of her neck started to tingle...

As they approached an alley before the hotel, they heard: "Gibb'em to me!"

"Ah don'no wha' y'alls talkin' abo'... Ungh!"

"There... Serves you right! Ah knows you has 'em! Gibb'em to me or I'll cut yah"

Silently he pressed his fianceˇ up against the wall of the building by the alleyway and pressed a finger to his lips. A look of panic crossed her face as he left her and sneaked his way into the alley.

She quickly glanced heavenward and prayed for his safety, as sounds of a struggle ensued. The clang of something metallic dropped on the pavement. A startled scream of a woman. An ugly muffled cracking sound, followed by a sharp scream of pain. Footsteps, hurried footsteps, coming out of the alley. She watched the huddled shape of a man holding his limp and useless arm emerge from the shadows, take a hurried glance over his shoulder back into the alley. Then, in a panic, he ran off down the street across from the alley, towards the lights of the casino and sounds of the river as the sounds of music from the clubs nearby played eerily in the background.

Her focus was brought back to the depths of the alley as the sounds of sobbing reached her ears from within the alley...

She could stand it no more... She took a deep breath for courage, and hurriedly moved into the alley. "Dave?"

In the darkness, she could make out two shadows, one on the ground, one kneeling over the other. As she cautiously approached, she could tell the one on the ground was sobbing. And Dave, the other shadow, appeared to be consoling or helping the person on the ground. Relief flowed through her as she made her way to them and knelt down beside them. As she drew even closer, her eyes adjusting somewhat to the dark, she could tell the shape on the ground was a large female. "Is she okay?"

"She took a foot to the stomach. I'm trying to convince her to go have it checked."

Shapes around her continued to become clearer as her eyes adjusted to the dark. Her eyes grew wide as she noticed a large hunting knife on the pavement a few steps away. "Dave, are you ok? My God, what were you thinking! You could have been killed!"

"I'm fine... Jist gotta git up'n go. Thanks Mister."

"I am fine, Lynn, and don't worry, I had the advantage of surprise." Then to the victim, "You're quite welcome. Here, let me give you a hand."

As the victim stood, it surprised and amused Lynn that standing in front of her was an approximately 6-foot tall spitting image of Aunt Jemimah. Her amusement finally burst forth as a chuckle when Aunt Jemimah, once fully standing, took that opportunity to give Dave a big bear hug as thanks, Dave's eyes bulging and pained expression under the pressure of a tight squeeze on him. Then the tall woman turned to Lynn.

"Y'alls got yerself one fine gentleman, Miss. Makes shure he's well tended to, yah hear?"

Smiling, Lynn nodded her approval. "Count on it, Ma'am. I'm gonna marry him in a couple of months."

Aunt Jemimah took a step back, reappraising her. Turning to Dave, she said, "I gots no reward fo' y'alls. Buts I sees the purty beads your future missus has on her. Please, take these here necklaces. Bayou watches over y'alls that way." She draped a leather thonged necklace with a pewter pendant around her neck. Lynn examined it, seeing it had a symbol that looked like a combination of "Mars" and "Venus" symbols, hers being more predominantly "Venus." Lynn looked up and saw that the lady had turned to Dave, and was holding out another necklace. This one was similar, but predominantly "Mars." "Takes 'em, please. Honor me, as it is alls I gots fo' you."

She could see he was torn. The Boy Scout in him was telling him not to accept anything for "doing his good deed." But her need to thank them, and her puppy-dog eyes finally won him over, and he relented. She placed the necklace around his neck, thanked him again, and then with an air of purpose turned and hobbled out of the alley.

Dave and Lynn grabbed each other's hand as they watched her go, and then checked each others' necklaces. The rush of adrenaline made them want to hold each other, but the smell of recent danger hung in the air of the alley, so they quickly turned and walked out into the main street. A glance up and down the street revealed that the little Aunt Jemimah had vanished into the night, hopefully safely on her way to wherever she was headed.

The adrenalin had flooded his body, and he felt alive and aware as rarely before. Unsure how, he could feel the presence of anyone within two blocks, his protective nature back as he searched out for any possible attacks on them. If his feet touched the ground as they walked, he could not tell, as he felt he floated on air.

She also had an adrenalin rush, but with a different effect. She was so proud of her man, but at the same time she was very upset at him. She was unsure how to express her feelings, the turmoil within churning to a rolling boil, until, as they reached the relative safety of the well-lit main drag, she hauled off and whacked him several times on the shoulder, each time as emphasis for her points. "What the HELL were you thinking?" WHACK! "You could've been killed!" WHACK! "Then what would I have done?" WHACK! "Why do you have to be such a Boy Scout?" WHACK!

As aware as he had been of their surroundings, the sudden attack had come as a total surprise. He raised his arms to fend off the blows, backing away from her, and tripped over his own feet. He fell to a sitting position on the sidewalk, his arms still flailing above his head to fend off her attacks, which had stopped. He opened his eyes, tentatively peeking up to see her standing there defiantly above him, hands on her hips, glaring at him. He couldn't help thinking "What the heck brought that outburst on?"

Slowly a smirk and then a brief grin came across her face as she contemplated his pitiful state. Quickly she tried to hide the grin, returning to what she hoped was an appropriately scornful appearance. As cute as he was, he had a lesson to learn!

From his position on the ground staring up at her, he remembered how naked, how vulnerable she was under that dress of hers. His eyes lowered to her legs, following them up into the shadows under her hem, and realized he was getting turned on, out here, sitting on the sidewalk, thinking about her sexy body. His eyes drifted upwards, hoping, wishing for a glimpse of hardened nipple under her dress...

Then he noticed she was waiting for a response from him. Somehow, he sensed that although she was on edge, what she needed most was reassurance. He slowly, tentatively extended his hand, and she helped him make his way back to standing. He then reached out and gave her a big hug. "I am sorry, Honey. You heard him attacking her. She needed help right then. I saw he was totally focused on her, and saw an opportunity. I made sure you were safe before I went in. I couldn't explain it to you before, as he could have heard us. Because of the surprise attack, I was completely safe... There, there..." She had collapsed to a sobbing wreck, clinging desperately to him. He had not realized how scared she had been. "I'm sorry I scared you, Hon, honestly."

She caught her breath and settled down some, having finally let her emotions out in the open. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand to her cheek and gently wiped a tear away, saying "I love you." Somehow, he had known that at this moment that was the way to disarm her. Without thinking, she sensed his face near hers and she sought the deep, loving kiss she knew was coming.

It had been a natural response for him, as much as it screamed against his internal defense mechanism to tread gingerly down this path. He felt her lips open under his, seeking his tongue, her body molding to his with passion, and unbidden, he felt the quivering response in his loins. His body sensed the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of the swell of her deliciously soft breasts...

A slight breeze came tumbling down the street from the river, making her remember she was wearing only a dress, the sensuality of it, how open she was to him. Her body flushed with heat. Although the brush with danger lingered in her mind, she felt her body responding to his kiss, to her awareness that there was only a thin layer of cloth separating her body from his hands, his eyes, and the eyes of anyone who should look her way...

His hands caressed her down her back to her ass, and she thought how wonderful his hands felt, how wonderful to be in his arms, enjoying his kiss... Then, unbidden, the image of him lifting her dress for complete access to her now highly swollen clit and pussy flashed through her mind, and although shocking to her, she was turned on by it.

His hormones raging, his need for her drove him on. He felt the desire to see her naked, lingered on that thought, then decided to proceed more conservatively. The delicious odor of her essence assaulted his nostrils. His hands, with a mind of their own, violated the borders of her dress, pulling slightly upwards, seeking to meet the urge to feel her warmth and wetness engulf his fingers. She gasped when he breached her entrance with two fingers, but immediately resumed her passionate soul kiss, signaling her approval.

A few blocks away, a bang of an engine backfiring, and then the racing motors of several cars as they made their way from stoplight to stoplight away from the downtown brought them temporarily out of their euphoria with a sudden realization of where they were. Regretfully they quickly separated, adjusted themselves and then awkwardly sought out each others' eyes. They were reassured that the passion of the moment had not fled, but still burned deep within their souls, bringing smiles to their faces...

"Let's get back to the hotel" they each said at once, then laughed at how the thought had sprung from their lips simultaneously.

The rest of the way to the hotel, she clung to him, mostly from the passion of the moment, but also partly from fear of losing him, partly from fear of being out in the city late at night any more [would there be a retaliatory attack?], and partly from pride - her man had thwarted a robbery in progress, and had saved a resident of the city... And scared to find out she had a whole side of him she did not know yet...

Around their necks, unbeknownst to them, their pendants had turned from a pewter grey to an amber color, catching and enhancing the reflected light. The symbols, male and female, began to morph as well into a blend of the two...

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Chapter 2 - The Wish

A while later, she stroked his hair as he lay sleeping, his head nestled peacefully between her breasts as they lay naked in their king-sized bed, sheets unraveled, the witnesses of the passion they had repeatedly expressed for each other since their arrival back in their hotel room, and even before that. In their month of intimacy, never had they been so open, so passionate, so desperate for each other.

Somehow, tonight had been different - he had been more willing to try things, take time to please her before seeking his own pleasure, feasting upon her nectar until it erupted all over his face.

She, on the other hand, had been more daring - showing more knowledge and expertise than her limited sexual background should have accounted for. She was more patient, showing him what her body desired from him, taking a more assertive role, letting him know what felt good, and telling him what she wanted, encouraging his hunger.

She, likewise, had surprised him. Attacking him passionately as soon as the elevator doors closed, unzipping him and mounting him on their way up to the room, insisting his hands rest on her breasts on their ride upwards... And then when they reached their room, she had again surprised him, offering her mouth and throat to him for the deep throat experience he had longed for since they met, fighting her gag reflex until she figured out the full essence of deep-throating. They had tried many new positions, and had not lost the passion after climax. Not for the first time tonight, she wondered what had gotten into him, wishing she could understand his thoughts, his desires better.

Laying there now, his head nestled peacefully on her chest, she thought of how demanding of him she had been tonight, and marveled at the thought that he had had enough stamina to satisfy her whims. No wonder the dear sweetheart was so tired... She mischievously thought how he was going to need it again once he woke up...

If only she could switch places with him, understand his drives, his urges, his thoughts and feelings... "I wish..." Her whisper lingered in the night, reverberating, forcing her to focus on what she was trying to say. Subliminally, the room stood still, expectantly anticipating her words... She felt a need to say what she was feeling, confess it to her sleeping lover. Unnoticed, her necklace turned a dark orange, like a fire waiting to escape and consume.

"I wish... I could feel what it would be like to be him for a day..." she whispered, brushing his hair from his forehead. Unbidden, the wish unfurled further. "I wish I knew what turned him on, what makes him think I am sexy and desirable." A thought formulated in her mind, and she smiled thinking of it. "And, I want to know what it feels like to be in his head and his body while he makes love to me..."

She laughed at the thought - "Yeah, right... not likely THAT will happen... Oh, well." With that thought she sighed, and contentedly her eyes closed as she drifted off into blissful sleep, cuddled next to his sexy naked body...

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It was still dark when he woke... His head hurt, with beating drums. Any other time, he would have appreciated Lynn sleeping with her head on his chest, sexy and intimate, but for now it was just a pressure he could not stand. He absentmindedly and gently moved her head to the pillow, rolling her body off of him, and sat up in bed. His equilibrium felt off, as he swayed to get up out of bed. Oh the head hurt... almost like the migraines Lynn had told him about. Thank God he was not prone to them - maybe it was just the extra alcohol he had had. Holding his forehead in one hand, and using the other outstretched in front of him to avoid running into things in the dark, he made his way to the bathroom, equilibrium giving him fits.

Shutting the door behind him so as to not awaken his fiancˇe, he reached for the light switch, closing his eyes against the impending assault on his eyes. Once his closed eyes had adjusted, he felt his way over to the shaving kit where he knew a bottle of Motrin was... He would need four at least... Success!

He very tentatively opened one eye, seeking the bottle, fumbling as if his hands didn't quite work right. There... bottle open, four... no, better make it five... Pour some water [ugh! - quietly!]. He brought his hand to his mouth and took the pills, and then raised the glass to his mouth. As he swallowed, something different caught his eye, and he gently shook his head in an attempt to get the fuzzies out. Upon opening his eyes again, his mind reeled at the sight, confused at what they saw. He drew in his breath, and the image in the mirror did the same - but it was not his image, rather, it was that of Lynn's.

He stood and stared for several minutes, trying to convince himself that it was all a dream. That speculation, that hypothesis, finally sunk in, and now that things made sense, he brought up the fantasies he had had as a boy, wanting to explore what it was like to be in a girl's body. Except this time, it was a woman's body, and not just any woman, but that of the woman he loved and was going to marry. "Accept the dream and run with it" he told himself, still a little groggy with sleep, his headache a lingering memory... No wonder his equilibrium was off!

He stepped back, and posed for himself in the mirror to get a better look. He noticed how the breasts swung free on his naked body, and marveled at the flow of their path, reminding him of her dancing earlier... He was getting turned on, but it felt different, like the sensation built like a tidal wave, encompassing his whole body Ð um her bodyÉ although it was HIS body nowÉ He noticed that the mirror showed the nipples on the delicious breasts were getting pointy, especially as a new feeling grew between his legs. "Is this what she feels like when she gets turned on?" he wondered...

He cupped his new breasts, felt their weight in his hands, and relished the feel of their support. Tweaking the nips between his index finger and thumb gave him a similar feeling as what it was like to have his male nipples fondled, but he found they were much more sensitive. He tried different touches, noting which ones felt good, which felt too rough, and which did nothing at all. It amazed him that a gentle caress from his armpit to the side of his breast all the way down under it, then up and around his nipple gave him fireworks.

He thought of getting the digital camera, but remembering his assertion that this was a dream meant he wouldn't be able to share afterwards anyway. Mentally he took this new body of his through a camera shoot, first doing some reasonable poses, then getting more and more raunchy, approaching some poses he had drooled over on-line and in his Penthouse collection.

The feel of the long hair on his shoulders and back was heavenly. Caresses on his earlobes and nape of the neck sent chills.... "I must explore more with her..." he thought, wishing to compare this dream to the reality of her body once he woke up.

The wetness and heat he felt from between his legs was now too much to ignore. Squeezing his thighs together and shifting his hips seemed to do nothing but stimulate his body more. Finally, he sat down on the toilet, and surrendered himself to an all-out exploration. With his legs wide, he saw the swollen lips of the labia over a familiar and neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair. As his fingers made their way lower, tingling desire shot through his body. He steered clear of the lips, finding himself quivering at the light touch of his fingers on the inner thighs... He brought an index finger up from the anus to between her lips, reaching deep like he had enjoyed placing his cock, slightly surprised to find it slightly crusted with cum, and then feeling cum leaking out around his fingers. Maybe this was his dreams' way of showing him what would be left over from their love-making earlier that evening. It was a weird feeling, so he started moving his fingers about. Almost by accident, he found the g-spot, sending quivers through his body, and finally a mind-shattering orgasm. As he regained his senses, he realized that nothing really compared to that in his experience... No wonder she liked being rubbed there..!

But the motion of his finger as it tugged at the outer lips gave rise to another yearning, somewhere just outside of her tunnel. Reluctantly he withdrew his wet finger from inside, up towards the need. His senses were flooded as his body began to quiver, as he found the clitoris. He worked and concentrated on this to understand what felt good, and what, he found out, was way to rough and hurt. Of course, in the process, he had managed several more orgasms. With this body, he realized, it seemed that each climax built upon the previous one, the whole experience of orgasms working together. Much different with his male body, in that it seemed the first orgasm or two interfered with any future orgasm...

His body was drained, wracked by the series of orgasms he had given himself. He was floating on a sense of euphoria that his first experience with multiple orgasms had brought on. He felt sexy as hell, and he loved it. The thought crossed his mind - once I catch my breath I had better take a shower, to show her that I do care about her body...

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In the dark, Lynn heard the shower running as her slumber drifted towards the sound of the water. She had been having a dream about exploring her body, and it had turned her on, building on the residual feelings from their earlier love-making, waking as she felt her body explode in climax.

Getting her bearings, she stretched, and immediately was aware that something was not right... Rolling over to the edge of the bed to get up, she felt a pull at her groin, a weird, addictive pressure as the blanket rubbed against her groin. She reached down, and was shocked to find that she had a big 9" circumcised cock that was hard and pulsing between her legs. Groping further, she found she had balls as well, and then her other hand ran across her chest, feeling the hair and the sculpted pectorals of a man. Finally, she sat up, swaying unbalanced, not used to the top-heavy chest of a man.

Once she had her balance, she stood, holding on to the wall. By the moonlight streaming in the window she made her way to the mirrored closet doors. They confirmed it. Here she stood, in front of the mirror, and it was Dave's body staring back at her. She hardly noticed that the whole time her right hand had not left her cock, stroking it absentmindedly, relishing the feel it gave as her hand worked up and down the shaft, pushing against the hardness to derive more pleasure.

Her eyes traveled down to it, as the need for release became more urgent. She felt like a voyeur, with control of the body she was watching, and was turned on. Her left hand found its way to his right nipple and started squeezing, her right hand building tempo, feeling the nerve bundle under his circumcised cock flood her senses with pleasure, her body feeling a hunger, a need much different than what she had felt before in her body. She could feel the building release as her focus narrowed to the feelings emanating from her cock. Her hand was now a blur, rhythmically stroking the raging hard-on before her. She was so focused she scarcely noticed her ragged breath, her shaking knees, the way her pelvis was convulsing, building to the final release...

When it came, it took her by surprise, as she had been building for what seemed like ages. She had tried kegels and squeezing the cock tight to fight the release, so sweet was the buildup and the urge to hold back, she felt that the release was somewhat of a letdown as she plastered Dave's image in the mirror with jets of cum.

"Oh, God, what has happened?" she thought to herself... "What is going on?" Her eye caught the reddish glow from the pendant around her neck. Looking at it closely in the mirror, the "Mars" symbol was pulsing, the "Venus" part of it constant, but dimmed. She could feel the energy emanating from the necklace. "Did I wish for... this?"

Just then, she heard the shower turn off. "Oh, no! I can't let Dave see me like this.... What to do?" Looking around the room quickly, she saw his clothes on the chair by the bed. She quickly grabbed his pants and shirt and put them on. Shoes were next, and then, making sure he had the key to their room and his wallet, he started for the door, then froze... She didn't want to alarm him, so she quickly scrawled a note saying "Darling, had to go check something out - back in a while. Hugs and kisses." Signed with a big smiley face. Writing so much more like Dave's than hers...

Where she was going, who knew? But she had to get out of there... Suddenly the craving for a drink hit her, and she knew where she needed to go... Quietly she slipped out of the room and shut the door behind her...

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He had decided to shave her neatly trimmed pubic hair, something she had refused to do for him. Finally after a lot of work, he had managed to shave her pubic mound smooth, choosing some lotion over his usual after-shave to help soothe the area. Now, the act of toweling off after his shower sent more tingles through his new body. He imagined going to Lynn in bed, waking her, either in her body or in his, and looked forward to exploring and trying out this new body he wore with her help, equipped with his new knowledge. Naked still, he turned out the light and opened the bathroom door, letting his eyes adjust before cautiously stepping into the room, searching for the bed.

The light of a full bayou moon streamed in through the curtained window, painting the scene of a well-used but empty love nest, covers hastily thrown back on either side. He whirled around to survey the rest of the room, but it was obvious he was the only one there in the room.

Two thoughts crossed his mind - first was a panic that Lynn was not there. Maybe she had stepped out to get snacks or a soda or something, and would be right back. The second, unbidden thought gnawing at the pit of his stomach, was that he needed to get out and look for Lynn, that she might need him. Two deep calming breaths... okay. "Let's sit and wait, make sure I am not panicking yet...." he said to himself, surprizing himself in that it was Lynn's voice.

"That's right... this is just a dream again... mmm..." he reminded himself, speaking out loud to hear Lynn's voice. He would sit in bed, and wait to see what his dream brought. Maybe he would dream about making love in this strange but familiar body. He propped himself up in a sitting position on the pillows, shivering a bit at a cool draft that touched him. He grabbed the covers, and covered himself for warmth, settling down to wait. Unbidden, the fingers of his right hand began caressing his stomach, feeling her smooth supple skin...

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"What'll it be?"

"Amaretto and sour please." It was an order she had been making for the last year now... Ever since she met Dave. How strange it sounded to have his voice in her ears when she spoke.

She sat at the bar to wait her drink, and did a double-take again, still not used to seeing the image of Dave in the mirrors where her image should be. She noticed that the crowd in the hotel bar was dwindling for the night - or maybe still out on bar and club row.... Hard to tell in a city where the bars were open to the wee hours of the morning...

"Here you go. Charging it to your room?"

"Yeah. Sure. Um, thanks." Usually she sipped her drinks. Tonight, she grabbed the glass and gulped. And sputtered, hacking.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just went down wrong. I'm okay."

"Just take it easy."

In her mind, she thought at top volume "Yeah, right! Easy for you to say!"

Calming down enough, she closed her eyes, took a few breaths, then opened them and grabbed the glass once more, taking a sip of the cool drink. Seeing the cherry in the drink, she grabbed it and remembered the routine she had developed with Dave, offering him her cherry in memory of their first time... Sighing, she wrapped her lips around the cherry and pulled off the stem.

"You know, they say men who can tie a knot in a cherry stem are great lovers."

She jumped out of her skin at hearing a woman's voice that close to her ear. How had she gotten so close? She glanced in the mirror, seeing a college-aged brunette climbing into the chair next to her. Although as her mind processed the pick-up line as an old one, her body had a mind of its own, as she felt the pressure of her growing manhood... Weird...

"Oh really? Have you tried this myth out?" Lynn countered, deciding to call her bluff. She had known several flirts like this one in school, and hated the type. In her mind, she was determined to ignore this bimbo. Her new body, though, was having different thoughts, and was reacting in a manner that was, if nothing else, distracting to her.

The barkeep, on some unnoticed signal, had made an orange-colored drink with some fruit in it, and deposited it in front of the brunette, then heading off to take care of other business. The brunette raised the glass, paused in a silent "cheers" directed at Lynn, and then took a sip, closing her eyes to savor the flavor as is slid down her throat.

"Yes, I have... so far, it appears to be true. How good are you... at tying knots?" The brunette grinned slightly, then took another sip, again closing her eyes.

As the brunette sat there, Lynn fought to remain aloof, but could not help being mesmerized by her enraptured face. Lynn's eyes then traced down the brunette's long sensual neck, her hair cascading off her shoulders and part-way down her back... the light catching the shine of her silky hair. Following the hair down further, Lynn was drawn to the revealing plunge of her dress, showing off more cleavage skin than Lynn would have ever considered showing in public, but subconsciously acknowledging the sensual appeal. Lynn's eyes returned to follow the drink as the brunette sat the three-quarters full beverage on the bar top, and then back to the brunette's face, where she made eye contact. Deep brown pools, drawing her in, relaxing her, luring her within...

The brunette giggling brought Lynn out of her trance. "I said, I will challenge you to a race - First one to tie a knot gets to call the first shot... What do you think?" That last query was punctuated with her hand firmly being placed on Lynn's thigh, very high and close to the groin. Lynn realized that the brunette could feel her body's hard cock pressing against the material of her trousers, but glancing down at the hand, she also realized that the brunette could even visually make out that the cock her hand was inching towards was large and circumcised.

The brunette followed Lynn's glance and smiled. She then leaned in, placing her other hand on Lynn's other thigh. Her perfume was as intoxicating as her proximity. "Would you like a sip of what I am having instead, Shug?" Lynn realized she had started sweating, her mouth dry, and nodded approval, too dazzled and intimidated to say or do anything else. The brunette held her glass to Lynn's lips for her to drink. Her pallet was dazed by the taste of orange juice, sweetened, with a mild after-kick that her taste buds couldn't identify. Lynn nodded as the glass was removed from her lips, torn between the pretty face in front of her, and the pressure of the hand on her upper thigh, fingers slowly stroking the head of her cock... Silently her mind screamed "This isn't happening... I am a woman, trapped in a man's body - I can't be this turned on by another woman!" Her body remained a raw bundle of nerve endings, blatantly ignoring her mind...

"I figured you might like it... You looked like a man who could appreciate a nice... sloe... screw..." The brunette's eyes widened playfully and sparkled as she placed the straw to her lips in an attempt to hide a small sensual smile to herself.

A small part of Lynn's brain registered the statement and was appreciating the combination of sloe gin and orange juice. Another portion of her mind realized that the brunette was flirting and may have offered her body for sexual satisfaction. However, another increasingly larger part of her brain was becoming more preoccupied with the feelings of the brunette sensually kissing her, tongue probing her mouth, pressing her endowments into his chest. Red flashing lights and an alarm siren turned on inside Lynn's brain when she felt the brunette's hand shift slightly, grabbing her hardness and beginning to stroke up and down. In a shock, Lynn found just enough energy to shift, and tumbled off the barstool, and while gasping for breath quietly managing to rasp out "No! Not here!" Then, looking around at the other patrons, Lynn realized nobody was paying attention, and with one last longing look at the brunette, sitting staring at her wide-eyed and open-mouthed in disbelief, caught her breath and hastily made her way to the back of the bar in search of the bathroom.

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In frustration, he wadded up the bra in his hands and threw it to the ground. He gave up. He had been trying to put it on for the last five minutes, but didn't seem to be able to fasten the bra correctly. It almost reminded him of his first time, tearing at the bra to try and open it, so impatient and frustrated that it worked against him then, as it did now.

Having found Lynn's note, and the cum on the mirror, Dave had deduced that his "dream" had switched their bodies. His hope was to get dressed in time for Lynn's return, and if she didn't show up soon, he would go looking for her.

"Oh, well... I will just have to go without." A smile crossed his face, as he recalled how much he wanted Lynn to tell that to him when they went out, and how rarely she did. He turned to the closet to look for a dress he could throw on, something he would have chosen for her... There. The nice tight black one and the high pumps... He'd be a knockout....

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Sitting in the stall reviewing what had just happened to her, Lynn tried to understand what was going on with her feelings. It was like her new-found buddy had a mind of its own, and it screamed "gimmie sex" as often as possible. Absentmindedly, her hand found its way to her cock and began stroking it. What had she found so appealing about that slut? Something about her attitude, the way she dressed, the shape of her body seemed to have its toll on this male body of hers... In her female body, she had found such urges towards the opposite sex easy to fend off, but not in this body....

As her hand worked its way up and down her shaft, her thoughts drifted back to the brunette. She was pleasant to look at, the smell of her perfume was intoxicatingly alluring, her attitude exuded sex... Her thoughts led back to a review of the brunette's body, appreciating the beauty and appeal, the desire to explore further... What a great kiss... How exquisitely delicious it was feeling her breasts pressed against him... How her brain had pretty much disengaged itself. These thoughts made her cock strain further, remembering the contact they had experienced, and all of a sudden, the feeling of impending pressure in her cock made her stop in an attempt to hold of release. A few deep breaths, and the climax had been averted, at least for the time being. Maybe she had learned some things to try later on with Dave. Absentmindedly, the pressure averted, she began slowly, gently caressing her cock once again.

The door banged open and footsteps could be heard on the tiles. The door to the other stall opened, and she heard someone close the door, then sit down and begin to tinkle. Looking at the shadow from the other stall, Lynn noticed the shape of pumps. In the back of her head this seemed to be strange for some reason, but she could not make out why...

Her mouth going dry, Lynn coughed, resounding the echo in the small hotel bathroom. It was time to get up and head back. The person in the stall next to her got up and flushed. The other stall door opened. Running water from the sink, towels being pulled, and the door opening and closing. Time to get out...

Lynn opened the stall door and looked up. She had barely enough time to take a breath before two arms draped around her neck and a big sloppy kiss was planted on her mouth. The shock of the unexpected embrace and kiss sent her backwards, stumbling onto the closed toilet seat.

The brunette squealed excitedly. "I am so glad you did this for me." She turned and locked the stall door. "The way you left, I thought you wanted me. Then, when I didn't find you in the men's room, I had doubts as to whether I had read you right, but I see you came back here into the women's bathroom to wait for me! How clever! You won't regret this Hon..."

Stunned, Lynn sat numbly and watched as the brunette lowered the straps of her dress, revealing a mesmerizing set of breasts that she swayed in front of her eyes, restrained by a delicate satin bra, her hardened nipples painfully obvious as they stretched the fabric, yearning for release. Then, the brunette took Lynn's hands and placed them on her breasts, coaxing her to caress and fondle them, as she attacked Lynn's trousers, pulling them down around her feet.

Slowly the brunette knelt down between Lynn's legs and, admiringly, took Lynn's brand-new cock in her loving hands and directed it towards her open burgundy-painted lips... "One of the larger ones I have had... Sit back and enjoy this, Shug..."

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His head still hurt from where he had bumped it on the dresser as he fell. He couldn't believe how difficult it was to walk in high heels. That had killed his enthusiasm for the knock-out dress, as it would look silly in combination with sneakers or sandals.

The pain his head felt brought him to the realization that this was not a dream, he was awake, and the urgency to find Lynn became that much greater.

He had finally settled on a casual knee-length denim skirt, a low-cut camisole with some built-in support, which helped show off the delicious swell of Lynn's breasts and the beginning ravine of cleavage. A matching casual button-down shirt over top, tied at the waist artistically framed and highlighted the cami. The ensemble was finished off with sandals. In order to not have any panty lines he had cleverly tried going without, but the slight roughness of the denim on his bare pubic mound made him decide for the thong he had gotten for her - the one she refused to wear. Granted, it did feel a bit uncomfortable having it pressed between his ass cheeks, but it did achieve the other aesthetic results.

He felt an urge begin to grow between his legs as he checked himself out in the mirror, but he had to resist the urge to touch Lynn's body, toy with the new urges and feelings of sexual abandon that came with this body. He reflected, Lynn's body looked as sexy as ever - he had done a good job. Well, time to go out and look for Lynn.

When he had come to the realization this was not a dream he had become worried for Lynn. He was worried about what had happened to them, and he wondered where she was and what she was doing...

Taking the key card to the room in his purse, Dave made his way out the door. Maybe a drink before he got too far along, might help steady his nerves in this weird reality that did not seem to want to end. It might even help his throbbing head...

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The brunette was rewarded quickly for her oral efforts. Lynn was so overwhelmed with the sensations and orgasm, she didn't mind when the brunette went back to work on her cock, licking and sucking to clean it off, keeping it hard.

"You're just too good to be true, Shug. I just gotta have you..." She smiled so sweetly, Lynn just nodded, unaware of the implications, just wanting the sensations to continue.

With that, the brunette stood up, unzipped what was left of her dress and let it puddle on the floor. Next she reached behind her, and unfastened her bra, removing the straps and then, ceremoniously revealing the naked skin of her soft breasts, her tight nipples. Lynn's attention focused on her breasts, pert, smaller than what she figured was proportionate for her body, but lovely just the same, topped with a set of hard, brown, candy kiss shaped nipples. Lastly, the brunette pulled at the strings on the side of her panties, removing them to reveal a smooth shaven puss. All she had left were her thigh-high stockings and pumps, which she left on. She quickly hung her clothes on the hook on the back of the stall door, then turned to Lynn.

Lynn had seen several naked women at school in the showers, and her sisters at home. But never had she experienced the view through the set of hormones she was now wearing. Dazed, she looked on, reveling in the sensations this body was sending to her mind.

"I see that you like." She nodded towards Lynn's cock, hard as could be, bouncing slightly as it throbbed with anticipation, pointing straight up at the brunette. "Come here and enjoy."

The brunette cupped her breasts and offered them to Lynn's mouth. After playfully tracing her nipples across Lynn's lips, Lynn gave in, and as if in a fog started kissing and sucking gently the nipples, one at a time as they were offered. The brunette moaned encouragingly at this, and then giggled. "You do that so good, Shug!" Finally, Lynn took her hands and used one to cup the breast offered, her other hand reaching around to the brunette's back, pulling her closer, holding her there. She began to nuzzle and suck on her partner's breast in earnest.

It happened unexpectedly for Lynn. The brunette had maneuvered herself to straddling her cock. A few motions of her hips rubbed her warm dampness across her cock, pressing against it. As Lynn's cock pushed back, the brunette rotated her hips and plunged down, engulfing the cock in her warm velvety moist womanhood. Lynn's eyes popped out in shock, her breath taken away by the feel. It was delicious. It was heavenly. It was addicting, and Lynn wanted more. Her focus was on the sensations she felt about her cock, enhanced by being engulfed in her soft sweet breasts and the feel of her ass between Lynn's encouraging hands, urging movement.

"Oh yes, Shug! Your cock feels so good! I'm gonna ride you hard, Shug, so look out!"

With that, the brunette braced herself on Lynn's shoulders and raised herself partially off her cock, then plunging back as deep as it would go. And again... and again while rocking her hips. Lynn joined in the dance, her hips rocking as well. Together, they developed a steady, driving, intoxicating rhythm, very much like the rhythm of the music drifting in from the bar outside...

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For some reason, he had wanted to order a beer, but had decided on an amaretto and sour. The bartender eyed him funny, like women didn't order that down here or something.

Then there was this feeling that he was being checked out by others at the bar. Were his nipples poking through? He checked himself in the bar mirror... Not too overtly, good... So why was he getting so turned on?

The drink was gone way too quickly, but he paid and tipped before getting up. Dave had noticed some patrons eying him hungrily, and was getting uncomfortable. He did not catch the look of surprise or the glance the barkeep made towards the back of the bar.

Well, Lynn was not at the bar, so better go check elsewhere. But first, he felt the need and decided to make sure his bladder was empty before doing more exploring. Conscious of his body, he selected the ladies room, momentarily and slightly disoriented by the lack of urinals, found an empty stall, and entered to do his business, remembering he had seen her sit to do her thing.

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Lynn was so totally focused on the sensations her cock felt plunging deep into her partner's puss that she barely heard the bathroom door open. Climax was so near, she could taste it. Or was that the scent, taste and feel of the brunette's body overwhelming her senses, her thoughts?

The brunette leaned over, stopping her motion, pressing herself into Lynn's male body, whispering in her ear. "Quiet, lover. Someone else is in here... I know you're close, but just hold on..." As encouragement, Lynn felt the brunette's puss motionlessly, rhythmically squeeze her cock.

In the silence, Lynn heard someone in the stall next to them. The proximity of her partner's naked body, and her warm moistness engulfing her cock fueled her desires. She did not want to wait... Lynn began to flex her hips, resuming the motion, as minute as it were, the driving need for orgasm her only thought. Gently Lynn took a deep look in the brunette's eyes and kissed her, soft and wet, and felt her respond back. She too felt the need, and helped silently pick up the motion.

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The sound startled him. He had been aware that someone was in the stall next to him. He had not expected the sounds of lovemaking, hushed as they were. He bent over slightly from his seated position. That confirmed it. He could see a set of black dress shoes and matching belted trousers puddled on the floor, so the guy was in a seated position [Guy? In here?!]. Less obvious was the woman's shoes and feet, pointed in the opposite direction near the wall. The sounds were unmistakable, especially when blended with the faint odor of sex. The squishy sounds, the restrained moan, the jagged breath. Someone was fucking right next to him! The thought both thrilled him and repulsed him. Before he could fight it, his hand had made its way to his clit, and the other was caressing his breastÉ

Dave broke the trance, startled at his response. He hurried to get dressed, wash his hands and leave. As he turned to leave, he took a glance through the slight opening around the door to the stall next to his. The brief glance confirmed his deduction - the sensual sight of a brunette, at least topless, was riding some poor guy to death, and from her motions, obviously enjoying herself. At least being brunette, she wasn't Lynn... As much as he wanted to stay and watch [and be turned on by the hormonal dance before him], he decided to leave, as the sounds of passion grew more intense. Better leave them alone to enjoy themselves...

As the bathroom door closed, Dave realized his body longed for orgasmic release. Closing his eyes to steady himself, he faintly heard the sounds of passion growing inside. He turned, steadying himself to walk away as the couple inside climaxed.

As he wandered out of the bar, his mind refocused, and he wondered where Lynn had gone to. The memory of what he had seen in the bathroom lingered in his mind, toying with him, turning him on, making it difficult to concentrate. It was still early by this town's standards, maybe she had forgotten something at one of the bars they had visited, and had left to find it. Lynn was always losing something -- her purse, her earrings, etc. He chuckled, remembering the time she had forgotten her vibrator in the bathroom at her parent's house, rescuing it just seconds before her mom had come in looking for something...

"Well, nothing left but to retrace our steps" he thought. Maybe she's out there. If not, then hopefully she will be back in the room sleeping, and we can see about my new body... With that, he stepped out of the hotel, focused on remembering where they had been earlier that day, not noticing the looks he got by the bellman and several couples as he walked by.

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Lynn washed her face once again in the sink of the men's room, still not believing what had just transpired; how some tramp [a very sexy one, given] had thrown herself at her, and Lynn [in Dave's body] had not been able to resist. Some mind-blowing sex, and an unsuspecting voyeur as well... Had it really happened? Tentatively, she reached into her pants pocket and felt around - yep, it was there. Slowly she withdrew the paper with writing on it. "Kelly, 438. Any time." Lots of little hearts and kisses adorned the edges of the paper. It was true...

The urge to have a drink became strong. She needed it to calm her nerves. But after what had just happened to her with Kelly, the hotel bar just did not feel safe. Music, alcohol called to her. She made up her mind to leave the hotel, return to the party street she and Dave had visited earlier. Deep breath. Hit the first bar that had any kind of decent jazz or blues... Hopefully a few drinks will give her the nerve to go back and face Dave. Show him how somehow she had screwed up and was now in his body. How would she give his body back to him? And where was her body? How would she get her own body back? Too tough a set of questions for right now, she decided. A few drinks and she would be ready to tackle whatever came her way.

Composed, and focused, Lynn left the bathroom, walked to the lobby, and proceeded out the hotel door towards the ongoing party sounds a few blocks away...

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Story to be continued... [Looking for feedback, suggestions as to what you want Dave and Lynn to do next...]