"Oops, sorry." Shay caught Dayle's raised eyebrow, and quickly remembered what she had just as quickly forgotten...no surprises.
Thinking on that for a few moments, Shay shook her head slightly. Telling Shay not to act impulsively might turn out to be as near to impossible as it would be to tell the sun not to rise. But she supposed she could put forth a little more effort, or try to at least.
Dayle's explanation sounded a bit off the cuff, but Shay really had no reason not to believe her.
"Well of course I'm going to be looking at everything as if it were brand new, mainly because to me it is." Yet Shay still looked at Dayle a bit skeptically. She could have sworn there was more to it, than what Dayle said, but had nothing to back up the feeling.
"Maybe once I become used to the idea of having the ability, I'll be able to play with it like that, and learn better control. Like you said though...so much of what I still see and come into contact with has a new edge to it, that I forget I CAN do such things."
As if on cue, the moon roof on the car started sliding open, to reveal a beautiful inky black sky with the constellation Orion overhead. Appearing truly surprised herself, Shay giggled a little in embarrassment.
"Oops again...that wasn't planned either. I just thought it might be nice to have the sunroof open, and, well, there you have it."
Now that she was focused on her new talent, Shay did have several thoughts jump into her mind, all having to do with Dayle, and the pretty clothes she wore. Shay grinned a little mischievously as she wished Dayle had worn a shirt that buttoned, imagining how fun it could be to let her mind push the buttons from their holes. However, in lieu of that, Shay let her mental fingers trace the length of Dayle's collarbone, as it peeked out above her shirt, and traveled up to the soft skin behind her ear. But the minute she realized what she had done, she turned in her seat, and faced the movie screen again.
Control! Damnit, she needed to learn to control her mind, as well as her impulses!
'Night at the Museum': Not a first choice
Dayle looked over the movie choices as Shay paid for their parking spot at Nachton's new drive-in. She'd heard of them, of course, but never had the opportunity to visit one. Heyday or not, she thought they were a rather shady establishment, but upon seeing the newly constructed, grand opening vista of the Park and Nature Preserve's new 'theatre' she was willing to change her mind.
The only movie on the marquee, though, seemed to be 'Night at the Museum' starring Ben Stiller. Casting her thoughts about, she tried to remember which movie of his she'd seen first - 'Zoolander' or 'Something About Mary' - but she definately knew then that she didn't like his 'antics.' Antics which were duplicated and overstretched in 'Meet the Parents' and 'Fockers'. He was funny sometimes... but she couldn't help but wonder how badly he would butcher this obvious kids' movie. Feeling a bit disappointed that her first 'movie-date' 'date' with Shay would be a Ben Stiller movie, she glanced over at the blonde in the driver's seat and realized...
The movie didn't matter. It was the company that mattered. The tiny voice in her head spoke up and said, 'Hey, you might even enjoy it. Open your mind, you nit. You're almost dating a woman, after all.' She smiled, and relaxed her thoughts. This was going to be fun, dammit, even if she had to ignore the irksome actor.
A plastic brochure was thrust at her from across the seat; its poorly designed layout was laden with pictures and badly color-matched food descriptions. Blinking twice, she let her perception take over her vision and was able to actually read the extremely dark page, just before Shay accelerated from the 'box office' into a lit area. Squeaking in surprise as the words on the page virtually jumped out at her, Dayle cleared her throat and looked over at Shay.
"They have jujubees!"
Shay
17 years ago
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle furrowed her brow at Shay's instant apology. "That kind of surprise I didn't mind, really."
Glancing up through the now-open sunroof, Dayle's attention was brought back down to Shay before she could try to focus on Orion's belt. The Nebula was so pretty... Though in a vastly different manner from the blonde before her.
She smiled at Shay's explanation about wanting the sunroof open. "Quite alright, Orion is one of my favorihh...." Her voice trailed off as she felt the feather-light, teasing touch along her collar bone. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head as she felt that touch travel the soft skin of her neck... Then it was suddenly gone; Shay made the car rock slightly as she flipped violently around into her seat.
Dayle sat, her eyes closed as she breathed, then opened them and focused on the screen for a moment. She watched the skeleton of a dinosaur chasing a toy car around, before focusing back on Shay next to her. "Then again, perhaps it is not conscious thought that drives the power..." She winked at Shay. "Not all of our powers are mental, let alone consciously functioning. But that..." Dayle's voice got soft. "Felt good."
Glancing up through the now-open sunroof, Dayle's attention was brought back down to Shay before she could try to focus on Orion's belt. The Nebula was so pretty... Though in a vastly different manner from the blonde before her.
She smiled at Shay's explanation about wanting the sunroof open. "Quite alright, Orion is one of my favorihh...." Her voice trailed off as she felt the feather-light, teasing touch along her collar bone. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head as she felt that touch travel the soft skin of her neck... Then it was suddenly gone; Shay made the car rock slightly as she flipped violently around into her seat.
Dayle sat, her eyes closed as she breathed, then opened them and focused on the screen for a moment. She watched the skeleton of a dinosaur chasing a toy car around, before focusing back on Shay next to her. "Then again, perhaps it is not conscious thought that drives the power..." She winked at Shay. "Not all of our powers are mental, let alone consciously functioning. But that..." Dayle's voice got soft. "Felt good."
Shay
17 years ago
It didn't take Shay long to notice she really wasn't watching the movie, even yet. Instead she was seeing Dayle's face in her mind...the face Dayle had worn when she closed her eyes and seemingly enjoyed what Shay had been doing to her. For all the other things Shay had done, that had gone over like a lead balloon, at least she was still pretty confident that she could get through Dayle's British crust with touch...be it physical, or mental.
The corners of her mouth twitched upwards very slightly at first, but were soon turned into a full-fledged grin.
'...that...felt good'...was all the encouragement Shay needed to return to her original plan.
"Or...perhaps it is consciousness...and completely intentional..."
She didn't move, or blink, or even breath, but remained facing the movie...Shay's brain was anywhere but. In fact she closed her eyes the way Dayle, and yet still had a picture of Dayle before her. Shay had always thought Dayle was pretty, but when she had sat there experiencing pleasure, she looked radiant. Shay enjoyed seeing that look on Dayle, and even more so, being able to put it there.
Concentrating now, on the picture of Dayle, Shay used her mind like she did her fingers, and 'felt' Dayle's shin. Slowly, but with purpose, Shay's fingertips moved up Dayle's leg, and caused her skirt to ride higher, and higher on her thighs. Shifting in her seat, Shay licked her bottom lip, just as her fingers moved down between Dayle's legs, enjoying the soft, but firm flesh there. She moved very slowly, but also deliberately, ready to stop, or pull away, at the slightest sign of disapproval.
Not moving any higher for a few moments, Shay instead let her fingers travel over, and around Dayle's upper thighs, as if memorizing what she felt there. Back and forth, for several passes, until she had to press on...and upwards.
The corners of her mouth twitched upwards very slightly at first, but were soon turned into a full-fledged grin.
'...that...felt good'...was all the encouragement Shay needed to return to her original plan.
"Or...perhaps it is consciousness...and completely intentional..."
She didn't move, or blink, or even breath, but remained facing the movie...Shay's brain was anywhere but. In fact she closed her eyes the way Dayle, and yet still had a picture of Dayle before her. Shay had always thought Dayle was pretty, but when she had sat there experiencing pleasure, she looked radiant. Shay enjoyed seeing that look on Dayle, and even more so, being able to put it there.
Concentrating now, on the picture of Dayle, Shay used her mind like she did her fingers, and 'felt' Dayle's shin. Slowly, but with purpose, Shay's fingertips moved up Dayle's leg, and caused her skirt to ride higher, and higher on her thighs. Shifting in her seat, Shay licked her bottom lip, just as her fingers moved down between Dayle's legs, enjoying the soft, but firm flesh there. She moved very slowly, but also deliberately, ready to stop, or pull away, at the slightest sign of disapproval.
Not moving any higher for a few moments, Shay instead let her fingers travel over, and around Dayle's upper thighs, as if memorizing what she felt there. Back and forth, for several passes, until she had to press on...and upwards.
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle simply arched a brow at Shay's near-admission of her intentions, then smiled and shook her head lightly as she turned in her seat to focus on the movie. A pretty brunette was talking to Ben Stiller's character about her passions - history, knowledge - when she felt Shay's fingers on her shin.
When she looked down, though, she saw nothing but a minute indentation in her skin. "Shay's mental fingers?" she thought, then glanced over at the younger blonde. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed gently, but her lips were wide in a smile. Dayle was briefly tempted to admonish Shay for her insolence (and even heard a certain bald evil doctor's voice in her mind). But she realized then that this was exactly why the other woman had brought her out on what she now recognized was a date.
The intangible fingers trailed up her leg, pushed her skirt up somewhat. Wishing she had a similar talent to tease her accoster the same way, she whispered under her breath as she felt contact between her barely parted thighs. "Not... fair..."
Out of the corner of her other eye, in the car next to her, she saw a young male's head disappear below the window line of the back windows, and the head of the woman whom he seemed to be pleasuring tilted back, her eyes closed... Looking at the car in front of them, she saw a similar vista, with the female's head popping over the edge of the back seat, her back angled just so... She was tempted to call Shay on the beginning of her seduction of Dayle, but decided to sit and enjoy the movie.
And Shay's attentions.
When she looked down, though, she saw nothing but a minute indentation in her skin. "Shay's mental fingers?" she thought, then glanced over at the younger blonde. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed gently, but her lips were wide in a smile. Dayle was briefly tempted to admonish Shay for her insolence (and even heard a certain bald evil doctor's voice in her mind). But she realized then that this was exactly why the other woman had brought her out on what she now recognized was a date.
The intangible fingers trailed up her leg, pushed her skirt up somewhat. Wishing she had a similar talent to tease her accoster the same way, she whispered under her breath as she felt contact between her barely parted thighs. "Not... fair..."
Out of the corner of her other eye, in the car next to her, she saw a young male's head disappear below the window line of the back windows, and the head of the woman whom he seemed to be pleasuring tilted back, her eyes closed... Looking at the car in front of them, she saw a similar vista, with the female's head popping over the edge of the back seat, her back angled just so... She was tempted to call Shay on the beginning of her seduction of Dayle, but decided to sit and enjoy the movie.
And Shay's attentions.
Shay
17 years ago
Shay was panting lightly as she imagined what Dayle must be feeling, and somehow transmitting those feelings back onto herself.
She watched Dayle, as the adorable woman spoke of 'fairness', but merely grinned in response. No where had Shay said anything about playing fair tonight, and assumed her previous actions had already dispelled such thoughts.
No...Shay had something on her mind, and was finally on the path to accomplishing what she had set out to.
However, after a few more minutes of finger play, where Shay imagined those ghostly digits moving up against the panties Dayle wore, and which were now exposed for Shay to see, she realized she really wasn't feeling anything herself. Mental pictures competed in her head, against what she was witnessing with her own eyes, and she had worked herself up into a state of pending orgasm, but found there just wasn't enough ... something ... necessary to give Dayle true satisfaction, or herself either.
Smiling at Dayle, Shay removed her mental fingers, and turned again in her seat, to face her date. Before Dayle could rearrange her skirt, or get out of the mood Shay had been fighting to establish, Shay literally placed her fingers on the smooth, soft thigh skin. Her smile widened when she found her mental suspicions supported, and to further her agenda, Shay leaned into a soft kiss on Dayle's mouth.
Letting her tongue explore the warm, sweet, softness of Dayle's lips, and tongue, Shay's fingers pressed upwards teasingly. Back, forth, around, skimming lightly, then pressing more firmly, until they encountered the thin fabric barrier at the juncture of Dayle's legs. Shay's fingers halted then, long enough to concentrate a little more on the mouth to mouth play she was enjoying immensely. So wrapped up in the sensations she was finally experiencing herself, Shay was a little surprised to hear such moaning come forth. She was even that much more surprised when she realized it was she who was making all the noise. She didn't let that deter her though, and as her lips began to travel down Dayle's neck, her fingers...the real ones...moved upwards to squeeze Dayle's breast, through her inner shirt.
"Oh...did you want me to start playing fair?"
Her words were said so breathlessly, that had she not known she had spoken them, Shay would have attributed them to someone else.
She watched Dayle, as the adorable woman spoke of 'fairness', but merely grinned in response. No where had Shay said anything about playing fair tonight, and assumed her previous actions had already dispelled such thoughts.
No...Shay had something on her mind, and was finally on the path to accomplishing what she had set out to.
However, after a few more minutes of finger play, where Shay imagined those ghostly digits moving up against the panties Dayle wore, and which were now exposed for Shay to see, she realized she really wasn't feeling anything herself. Mental pictures competed in her head, against what she was witnessing with her own eyes, and she had worked herself up into a state of pending orgasm, but found there just wasn't enough ... something ... necessary to give Dayle true satisfaction, or herself either.
Smiling at Dayle, Shay removed her mental fingers, and turned again in her seat, to face her date. Before Dayle could rearrange her skirt, or get out of the mood Shay had been fighting to establish, Shay literally placed her fingers on the smooth, soft thigh skin. Her smile widened when she found her mental suspicions supported, and to further her agenda, Shay leaned into a soft kiss on Dayle's mouth.
Letting her tongue explore the warm, sweet, softness of Dayle's lips, and tongue, Shay's fingers pressed upwards teasingly. Back, forth, around, skimming lightly, then pressing more firmly, until they encountered the thin fabric barrier at the juncture of Dayle's legs. Shay's fingers halted then, long enough to concentrate a little more on the mouth to mouth play she was enjoying immensely. So wrapped up in the sensations she was finally experiencing herself, Shay was a little surprised to hear such moaning come forth. She was even that much more surprised when she realized it was she who was making all the noise. She didn't let that deter her though, and as her lips began to travel down Dayle's neck, her fingers...the real ones...moved upwards to squeeze Dayle's breast, through her inner shirt.
"Oh...did you want me to start playing fair?"
Her words were said so breathlessly, that had she not known she had spoken them, Shay would have attributed them to someone else.
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle leaned into the kiss in silence, her pulse thudding in her ears. She could hear Shay's, too, and that of the couple still locked in their embrace one car over. (The other couple, in the car in front of theirs, had since fallen asleep, or at least sensually quiescent.) She tasted a bit of the aftertaste of Marmite in Shay's oral crevices, and wondered briefly what her lips and tongue would taste like freshly brushed, since she had tasted them both blood- and beer-flavored. Heat flared in her body, though the sheer publicness of the "theatre" held her back from truly letting go, letting herself give in to the arousal she felt building. She knew if Shay continued much more, her panties would become soaked, and by extension, the seat...
Shay's moaning as her fingers brushed against her hidden center, then travelled up to her breast, made her quirk an eye open to first look at the blonde, then to look at the couple next to them; the girl looked surprised and her mouth hung open as she stared at Dayle. "Of course it's not fair," she said with a quick brush of her lips against Shay's. "The girl in the car next to us is probably wondering what I'm doing to you to make you moan like that, since she's obviously not getting the same from her boyfriend."
Shay's moaning as her fingers brushed against her hidden center, then travelled up to her breast, made her quirk an eye open to first look at the blonde, then to look at the couple next to them; the girl looked surprised and her mouth hung open as she stared at Dayle. "Of course it's not fair," she said with a quick brush of her lips against Shay's. "The girl in the car next to us is probably wondering what I'm doing to you to make you moan like that, since she's obviously not getting the same from her boyfriend."
Shay
17 years ago
Incredibly decadent, is how Shay would describe the way she felt at the moment. Sitting in a car, in a drive in, making out with a gorgeous blond...it smacked of a 1950's B movie, but Shay could only feel thrilled at the prospects of what she imagined to lay ahead.
She noticed Dayle seemed a bit preoccupied with people in the cars next to them, but rather than get peeved about it, Shay decided to put forth more effort on her part in an attempt to refocus Dayle's attentions.
Yet Shay herself was perplexed by the direction her mind went after Dayle's comment, for what was Dayle doing to her, that was making her insane with desire?
"Maybe she needs to re-examine her participation...you only get out of things in life, what you put into them..."
That had to be it...the more Shay gave to Dayle, the more she felt in return. Dayle really wasn't doing all that much on her own, yet Shay didn't seem to mind, since she was still receiving pleasure. It was a bit of a strange discovery Shay had just made, but rather than continue to think about it, she chose instead to continue participating in the actions.
Using her mind as an assistant to her fingers, Shay managed to move Dayle's shirt and bra away from her plump, and luscious breast. Her hand covered the soft, firm skin there, and the connection between Shay's hand, and Dayle's boob, somehow transmitted to Shay's body as well. Was she performing telekinesis on herself, simultaneously? Not that she was aware of, but there had to be some reason for the sensations she was experiencing.
Molding her hand to the spongy tissue beneath it, Shay moved to capture the tiny nubbin in the center of Dayle's breast. Making the necessary adjustments in clothing, she freed the bud to allow her own lips to close over it. Sucking the morsel inward, Shay let her tongue take over, to tease, and torment the nipple, in a manner she knew she, herself, would have enjoyed. Her hand wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, caressing, and sliding about Dayle's body, until it settled again between her legs.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Shay remembered there was something Dayle didn't like about sex, or a part of the act. Yet at that moment all Shay could think of was what she liked, and by association assumed Dayle would like as well. Therefore, as her teeth nibbled away at their treasure, Shay began massaging the mound below her hand, until the thin barrier became too frustrating to mess with any longer. Again she found her mind moving the material of Dayle's panties aside, and tenderly slipped her fingers inside, seeking, probing, sliding between the fleshy folds. Finding the waiting moistness, Shay moaned again herself, and suckled feverishly upon Dayle's breast.
Without hesitation, knowing Dayle would probably have to physically remove Shay's hand if she found it unpleasant, Shay began flicking the next small bud she found on Dayle's body. A shudder wracked through Shay's own body then, and she gasped to feel the small twinge of a minor orgasm.
She noticed Dayle seemed a bit preoccupied with people in the cars next to them, but rather than get peeved about it, Shay decided to put forth more effort on her part in an attempt to refocus Dayle's attentions.
Yet Shay herself was perplexed by the direction her mind went after Dayle's comment, for what was Dayle doing to her, that was making her insane with desire?
"Maybe she needs to re-examine her participation...you only get out of things in life, what you put into them..."
That had to be it...the more Shay gave to Dayle, the more she felt in return. Dayle really wasn't doing all that much on her own, yet Shay didn't seem to mind, since she was still receiving pleasure. It was a bit of a strange discovery Shay had just made, but rather than continue to think about it, she chose instead to continue participating in the actions.
Using her mind as an assistant to her fingers, Shay managed to move Dayle's shirt and bra away from her plump, and luscious breast. Her hand covered the soft, firm skin there, and the connection between Shay's hand, and Dayle's boob, somehow transmitted to Shay's body as well. Was she performing telekinesis on herself, simultaneously? Not that she was aware of, but there had to be some reason for the sensations she was experiencing.
Molding her hand to the spongy tissue beneath it, Shay moved to capture the tiny nubbin in the center of Dayle's breast. Making the necessary adjustments in clothing, she freed the bud to allow her own lips to close over it. Sucking the morsel inward, Shay let her tongue take over, to tease, and torment the nipple, in a manner she knew she, herself, would have enjoyed. Her hand wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, caressing, and sliding about Dayle's body, until it settled again between her legs.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Shay remembered there was something Dayle didn't like about sex, or a part of the act. Yet at that moment all Shay could think of was what she liked, and by association assumed Dayle would like as well. Therefore, as her teeth nibbled away at their treasure, Shay began massaging the mound below her hand, until the thin barrier became too frustrating to mess with any longer. Again she found her mind moving the material of Dayle's panties aside, and tenderly slipped her fingers inside, seeking, probing, sliding between the fleshy folds. Finding the waiting moistness, Shay moaned again herself, and suckled feverishly upon Dayle's breast.
Without hesitation, knowing Dayle would probably have to physically remove Shay's hand if she found it unpleasant, Shay began flicking the next small bud she found on Dayle's body. A shudder wracked through Shay's own body then, and she gasped to feel the small twinge of a minor orgasm.
Dayle
17 years ago
Eyes closed, Dayle simply sat still and relished the sensations Shay was giving her. Her legs barely parted to allow Shay's hand access, she felt cool dampness on her chest as tongue and lips laved from one of her nipples to the next. The presence of their audience briefly forgotten, Dayle sighed as Shay climaxed against her side, her hips twitching minutely against the hand between her legs. She had a sneaking suspicion: now that Shay had climaxed herself, as minor as it sounded compared to the one in the shower, the younger woman would likely do everything she could to make Dayle do the same. Except for the whisper of a radio communication she heard in the background...
Reaching between her legs, Dayle gently disengaged Shay's grasp of her womanhood and waited for her to look up. She whispered, "You've had yours, but mine will have to wait. A security guard is coming and we should be presentable." Dayle raised Shay's hand to her mouth and placed the blonde's digits between her lips, one by one, cleaning them each in turn of her moisture. Giving Shay a soft kiss before tugging her skirt and shirt back into place, she wrapped her hand around and between Shay's much warmer digits and palm.
Slowly, Dayle forced her breath and heartrate to slow as she held fast to Shay's hand. She wished they weren't in such a public place...
A tall, lanky 'guard' passed between their car and their neighbor, who also suddenly seemed to have stopped their 'activities'. Dayle smiled, squinting annoyedly up at him, as his flashlight played over her face.
Reaching between her legs, Dayle gently disengaged Shay's grasp of her womanhood and waited for her to look up. She whispered, "You've had yours, but mine will have to wait. A security guard is coming and we should be presentable." Dayle raised Shay's hand to her mouth and placed the blonde's digits between her lips, one by one, cleaning them each in turn of her moisture. Giving Shay a soft kiss before tugging her skirt and shirt back into place, she wrapped her hand around and between Shay's much warmer digits and palm.
Slowly, Dayle forced her breath and heartrate to slow as she held fast to Shay's hand. She wished they weren't in such a public place...
A tall, lanky 'guard' passed between their car and their neighbor, who also suddenly seemed to have stopped their 'activities'. Dayle smiled, squinting annoyedly up at him, as his flashlight played over her face.
Shay
17 years ago
About the time Dayle took hold of Shay’s hand, Shay sensed the approaching guard. However, she waited for Dayle to explain, afraid of assuming anything. That she had experienced a small pleasure was just a bonus, since it really hadn’t been intended or sought after. Shay only wanted to give Dayle a fantastic bit of pleasure, though hopes that it might lead to more for them both later, were definitely among the chief reasons. One thing Shay was coming to learn about herself was…she was a might greedy. However, she was also smart enough to know it was better to plan for the long haul, rather than just reap the more immediate rewards.
After Dayle had ‘cleaned’ up Shay’s fingers, her breathing becoming even more labored from such an inconspicuously sensual act, Shay grinned. Resting the side of her face against her car seat, she closed her eyes, and again let her ‘mental’ fingers resume their earlier teasings. Returning to the slick, wet button between Dayle’s legs, Shay began manipulating it via pressure and sliding movements. Crazy as it was, she too seemed to feel identical sensations on her own person, though in a much slighter form.
Her hand gripped the ones that held it, and her eyes blinked open enough to see the sweet beauty before her. When the light flashed across Dayle’s face, Shay stopped everything, and grew angry at the intrusion. Nine eleven or not, the depths some people went to today, under the guise of ‘protection’ were really getting to Shay’s sense of privacy. How dare this guy look into the cars at the drive in, as if they harbored terrorists or something. What the people there tonight were doing, Shay was certain, had little if anything to do with harming anyone.
“This is ridiculous.” She grunted out forcibly. Her lovely evening was not going to be disturbed by some creepy guy getting his jollies by peeping.
Releasing Dayle, from mental and physical contact, Shay pulled away, and turned to get out of the car. She was going to have a few words with this man first, and then his employer.
After Dayle had ‘cleaned’ up Shay’s fingers, her breathing becoming even more labored from such an inconspicuously sensual act, Shay grinned. Resting the side of her face against her car seat, she closed her eyes, and again let her ‘mental’ fingers resume their earlier teasings. Returning to the slick, wet button between Dayle’s legs, Shay began manipulating it via pressure and sliding movements. Crazy as it was, she too seemed to feel identical sensations on her own person, though in a much slighter form.
Her hand gripped the ones that held it, and her eyes blinked open enough to see the sweet beauty before her. When the light flashed across Dayle’s face, Shay stopped everything, and grew angry at the intrusion. Nine eleven or not, the depths some people went to today, under the guise of ‘protection’ were really getting to Shay’s sense of privacy. How dare this guy look into the cars at the drive in, as if they harbored terrorists or something. What the people there tonight were doing, Shay was certain, had little if anything to do with harming anyone.
“This is ridiculous.” She grunted out forcibly. Her lovely evening was not going to be disturbed by some creepy guy getting his jollies by peeping.
Releasing Dayle, from mental and physical contact, Shay pulled away, and turned to get out of the car. She was going to have a few words with this man first, and then his employer.
Dayle
17 years ago
Thanks to her taking control of the situation, Dayle's ardor had just barely cooled when she felt the shapeless caress of Shay's mental touch. She was about to ask Shay to please stop when the unfortunate appearance of the guard caused her to do so.
Shay's grunt and angry-sounding comment brought Dayle out of her amorous reverie to find Shay turning to her door to unlatch it. Reaching out, Dayle lay her hand against Shay's shoulder and asked pleadingly, "Please don't go, Shay. He's gone. I don't want you to say something and have you end up in gaol... If you really want to end up somewhere new and interesting I'd much rather you end up in bed with me, than the police department."
Shay's grunt and angry-sounding comment brought Dayle out of her amorous reverie to find Shay turning to her door to unlatch it. Reaching out, Dayle lay her hand against Shay's shoulder and asked pleadingly, "Please don't go, Shay. He's gone. I don't want you to say something and have you end up in gaol... If you really want to end up somewhere new and interesting I'd much rather you end up in bed with me, than the police department."
Shay
17 years ago
Anger,for the most part, was an emotion Shay rarely had to deal with. When she did, she was lucky to be able to let it go quickly, as well.
Dayle’s touch brought Shay up short, and she stopped herself from getting out of the car, but she still felt the need to reprimand the guard for his invasive behavior. An image of Jeannie came to mind as she grinned, and blinked, then watched as the departing guard lost his footing, and fell into the side of the car ahead. He wasn’t lucky enough to catch himself then, but rolled alongside the car, stepped away, and then backed right into the next car over. Much to his chagrin, his next contact set off the car’s alarm, as well as a hilarious chain of events involving, angry movie goers, and car horns.
Giggling, but trying very hard not to laugh out loud, Shay nodded to Dayle, thrilled with her suggestion.
“Sounds like a plan to me…but would you like me to play nice, so we can watch the rest of the movie…or have you lost interest in what’s on the screen?”
For Shay, leaving now would not be a bad thing; however, she did invite Dayle to the movies, and if she wanted to see the rest of the film, Shay wasn’t going to insist otherwise. Besides, Shay could easily wait, just as long as she knew what she was waiting for.
Dayle’s touch brought Shay up short, and she stopped herself from getting out of the car, but she still felt the need to reprimand the guard for his invasive behavior. An image of Jeannie came to mind as she grinned, and blinked, then watched as the departing guard lost his footing, and fell into the side of the car ahead. He wasn’t lucky enough to catch himself then, but rolled alongside the car, stepped away, and then backed right into the next car over. Much to his chagrin, his next contact set off the car’s alarm, as well as a hilarious chain of events involving, angry movie goers, and car horns.
Giggling, but trying very hard not to laugh out loud, Shay nodded to Dayle, thrilled with her suggestion.
“Sounds like a plan to me…but would you like me to play nice, so we can watch the rest of the movie…or have you lost interest in what’s on the screen?”
For Shay, leaving now would not be a bad thing; however, she did invite Dayle to the movies, and if she wanted to see the rest of the film, Shay wasn’t going to insist otherwise. Besides, Shay could easily wait, just as long as she knew what she was waiting for.
Dayle
17 years ago
Dayle was extremely relieved to see Shay settle back into her seat. Then she focused back on the guard as he walked away to peer into other cars, and she almost giggled, a quick exhalation the only indicator of her impending mirth, when he tripped over his own feet into that car. Some giggle-like sound did squeak out of her as he stumbled then righted himself only to fall against another car, triggering its alarm.
Arching a brow as she turned to answer Shay's question, she glanced momentarily out at the guard - now with a large burly man in his face, the two of them successfully obscuring Dayle's view of the screen - then back to Shay. "I didn't come here to watch a movie, I came to spend time with you. The movie'll come out on DVD. You're the chauffeur tonight, so if home is your immediate destination, then I'll be your Miss Daisy." She blinked and then shook her head. "Maybe we've both been watching too much telly."
Arching a brow as she turned to answer Shay's question, she glanced momentarily out at the guard - now with a large burly man in his face, the two of them successfully obscuring Dayle's view of the screen - then back to Shay. "I didn't come here to watch a movie, I came to spend time with you. The movie'll come out on DVD. You're the chauffeur tonight, so if home is your immediate destination, then I'll be your Miss Daisy." She blinked and then shook her head. "Maybe we've both been watching too much telly."
Shay
17 years ago
"Well, even if I have to pull out its plug, I'll guarantee there will be no 'telly' watching tonight."
The drive back to the domicile took no time at all, but it could have taken even less time had Shay just driven. Being who she was, and how she felt, Shay chose to continue playing on the ride back, and consequently drove a lot slower than normal. Casting seductive looks at Dayle, and trying to mentally touch her, took a lot of focus off the road, where Shay should have been applying it. Yet even with the self-imposed distractions, Shay managed to just clip the side of a hedge as she turned right down one street, and found she'd driven up onto the sidewalk.
Because she wanted to be home...NOW, the drive took exceedingly long, and yet with her mind quite well occupied with other things, the drive flew by. She parked the car without incident, opened the door for Dayle before she actually made it around to that side of the car, and pulled the sweet blond into her arms for a hurried kiss. Stepping back, Shay shook herself, as if to shake off her impatience, then took Dayle's hand in her's and began walking towards her home.
As badly as she wanted to run the rest of the way, Shay remained calm, and her steps deliberate. Taking her 'magic' fingers, she applied them to Dayle's nipple, and rolled it around, tweaking it ever so often. Now that she could devote all her attention to Dayle again, without the competition of the road, Shay began to bodily assault the woman, in what she hoped was an excruciatingly delicious manner.
Before they reached Shay's door, they had begun running again...or Shay had, pulling Dayle along.
(ooc - Shay and Dayle out and back to the Domicile.)
The drive back to the domicile took no time at all, but it could have taken even less time had Shay just driven. Being who she was, and how she felt, Shay chose to continue playing on the ride back, and consequently drove a lot slower than normal. Casting seductive looks at Dayle, and trying to mentally touch her, took a lot of focus off the road, where Shay should have been applying it. Yet even with the self-imposed distractions, Shay managed to just clip the side of a hedge as she turned right down one street, and found she'd driven up onto the sidewalk.
Because she wanted to be home...NOW, the drive took exceedingly long, and yet with her mind quite well occupied with other things, the drive flew by. She parked the car without incident, opened the door for Dayle before she actually made it around to that side of the car, and pulled the sweet blond into her arms for a hurried kiss. Stepping back, Shay shook herself, as if to shake off her impatience, then took Dayle's hand in her's and began walking towards her home.
As badly as she wanted to run the rest of the way, Shay remained calm, and her steps deliberate. Taking her 'magic' fingers, she applied them to Dayle's nipple, and rolled it around, tweaking it ever so often. Now that she could devote all her attention to Dayle again, without the competition of the road, Shay began to bodily assault the woman, in what she hoped was an excruciatingly delicious manner.
Before they reached Shay's door, they had begun running again...or Shay had, pulling Dayle along.
(ooc - Shay and Dayle out and back to the Domicile.)