On the Three Days of Birthday...
Chapter 2: Session #1
The door to her birthday box slid open with a soft “whoosh” and, PJ’s and all, Jennifer stepped inside.
As the door closed, she felt a momentary surge of panic, but forced herself to relax in the total darkness, trusting her fellow employees and Carol’s words. For a few seconds, nothing happened, and then there was a torrent of light and color that seemed to envelope her, coming at her from all directions, tearing at her senses and perceptions.
Jennifer thought she might throw up at first, but that feeling almost instantly left her as the light began to solidify, and as she began to see and feel things with more structure, more clarity.
And then, everything was just… there.
She found herself in a one-piece swimsuit, lying on her back on a towel, on some beach she didn’t recognize. Next to her on the sand were a radio, her beach hat, and a bottle of suntan lotion. The sun was shining, the sea was still, and there was almost no one else around.
Feeling the heat soaking into her, Jennifer felt so good, so relaxed, that she was easily able to feel all this as real.
That stunned her, too, as she knew, based on the shape of the box, that she must still be physically standing up inside it. But for all the world, it actually felt as if she were lying down. So she didn’t try to fight her perceptions, as what was the point of doing that, anyway?
Hot damn, this is neat! she thought, and almost immediately began to revel in her “trip to the beach”.
However, as she stared down her body at the placid, blue-green water, something was happening. Something... no, someone... was appearing... first their head, then their shoulders, and moving out of the sea toward her. Startled, Jennifer stood to get a better look, and better be able to run if the need arose.
It was a woman... that much was instantly obvious, as her one-piece swimsuit, and the way her curves filled it out, left no doubt about her sex.
Like Aphrodite rising out of the sea, she was blonde, her wet hair draped to her shoulders. Whoever it was, she was totally feminine, and with an air about her that simply transcended the closing distance between them. Her mouth and eyes seemed to be smiling, but that was less certain, as those parts of her face were all Jennifer could see clearly.
The rest was covered by a golden half-mask... a gleaming, ornate thing that rested against the top of her forehead, then down past her eyes, and halfway down her cheeks on each side.
As the woman drew closer, Jennifer could only stare. She couldn’t tell age, but sensed someone older, certainly older than herself, despite the lithe, toned physique, and the raw sensuality of the way this stranger moved over the sand toward her.
Always a bit bicurious, Jennifer tried to sort out the way she was feeling, the tingles growing inside her as this sultry, seeming Goddess walked up and stood directly in front of her. The stranger was definitely smiling now, and somehow the ocean water had already dried from her skin and hair. They stood there in the blazing sun, on the hot sand, neither saying a word until Jennifer’s visitor finally spoke.
“Hello, Jennifer.”
“Y... You know me?”
“Yes, I know you, Jennifer, and I’m here to learn more about you, to learn as much about you as I can.”
Jennifer could barely speak, much less put a coherent thought together, basically overwhelmed by all this.
“Why?” she finally whispered.
“Because it’s the only way I’ll ever be as close to you as I desire. Because it’s the only way I’ll ever truly be able to show you what I desire.”
Even in the heat, Jennifer couldn’t suppress a shiver at that, at the implications of the other’s words.
“But I don’t know you. I don’t even know your name.”
“What would like to call me, Jennifer? I want my name to be something you enjoy saying, something you enjoy hearing in your mind.”
Is she serious? Jennifer thought. She wants me to name her?
“I... I don’t know.”
“I understand. Here, let me help you.”
The woman reached up and touched Jennifer in the middle of the forehead, the younger woman too stunned to move.
Lowering her hand, she smiled and said, “Very good. I will be Ariel for you.”
Jennifer could only nod, unsure whether, well... Ariel had taken that name from her mind, as it did seem to resonate within her, or had placed it there, as something that fit, as something that matched the woman perfectly.
“Ariel,” she whispered.
“Yes, Ariel. But now that you have my name, it’s time to begin to remove everything that stands between us, everything that separates us from each other.”
With that, the golden-haired woman reached up to touch the front of her own shoulders with each hand. Then she drew them downward. As Jennifer looked on in astonishment, her hands seemed to act like erasers, with Ariel’s swimsuit simply disappearing wherever they moved. Within seconds, her shoulders and breasts were completely bare, not a single tan line visible on her richly toned skin.
Then her belly was exposed. Then her hips and loins.
Stunned, Jennifer couldn’t help but stare, her eyes tracking up and down, from face to feet, and back again. Ariel looked more than human somehow, yet like the perfect example of a human female, as well. For a moment, still almost helplessly drinking in every aspect of Ariel’s body, Jennifer wondered how she’d managed to make her swimsuit disappear. Then it dawned on her, something she’d completely forgotten for the past few minutes....
This wasn’t really happening. She was in a large metal box, and it was creating what she was seeing, surrounding her and making her sense all of this.
It all seemed so real, though, so unbelievably real... the sea breeze gently moving their hair, the hot sand under her feet, the salty smell of the ocean, the cry of a seagull above them....
And Ariel....
“You’re not real,” Jennifer whispered.
“I’m not?” Ariel replied, the smile below her mask so coy, yet still almost unbearably charming. “Reality is what we perceive, and what we believe. Reality is what we feel....”
She reached up and across to slide the back of her right hand over Jennifer’s cheek, then slowly across her lips, actually dragging the back of her middle finger between them as they parted to accept it.
“Did that not feel real, my sweet?”
It had, and in spades, Jennifer’s cheek tingling, and her lips buzzing gently where Ariel had caressed them. She was trying to sort all this out, but her body felt paralyzed, her mind too filled with sensations and feelings to think clearly.
“There’s only one more thing left between us, Jennifer, only one thing keeping us apart,” Ariel told her, not waiting for Jennifer’s mind to clear. “Remove it... you can do it. You want to do it. Forget your doubts; forget your past. Do what you want to do right now and remove it.”
More confusion for Jennifer... Remove what? My uncertainty about how real this is? God, it’s almost realer than real. Maybe she means my feelings about being naked, about being... sexual... with another woman. She found herself staring at Ariel again—at her lips and neck, her soft, beautiful breasts, her firm stomach and rounded hips, her trimmed sex and toned thighs. As she did, she could feel her bi-curiosity turn into try-curiosity, and decided, why the heck not?“
“No, I’d like you to remove my swimsuit, Ariel,” she told her new companion. “The way you did it was so cool.”
“I see, and I agree. It was cool. But personally, I find the old, tried-and-true ways much... hotter. Here, see if you don’t agree.”
Before she’d even finished speaking, Ariel had raised her hands to grab the narrow straps of Jennifer’s swimsuit, pulling them off her shoulders and slowly, so very slowly, drawing them down along her arms. This stretched the neckline very tightly over her breasts, pulling them downward, too. Eventually, the top edge of her suit slid torturously over Jennifer’s nipples, then finally to the point where her tits pushed out over it and settled heavily to her chest.
Jennifer gasped, barely managing to suppress a moan as her breasts popped free, at the feel of the fabric sliding over them so teasingly and erotically.
“Oh,” Ariel said, with obviously faux sympathy, “Did I do something wrong? Please, let me try again.”
Without waiting for a response, the masked woman began to pull upward on the straps. The suit’s neckline now lifted and stretched Jennifer’s tits toward her chin, sliding along the undersides of them before retracing their tormenting path over her rapidly responding nipples. This time, when her breasts fell back inside the smooth, stretchy fabric, Jennifer did moan.
By the time Ariel had repeated her “pulling down” maneuver, and Jennifer’s large breasts had slipped free again, the younger woman was quivering, her eyes half-closed, her nipples on full, aroused display.
“Do I require more practice?” Ariel asked, that beautiful, coy smile back on her face.
“Ohhh…. I... I mean no! That’s quite enough,” Jennifer told her between soft, panting breaths.
“All right, dear. Let’s finish removing this final obstacle, then.”
Pulling down on Jennifer’s bathing suit again, Ariel continued, lowering her own body as she went. Her movements exposed Jennifer’s belly, then the tops of her hips. Finally, slowing down again as she did so, Ariel pulled the clingy fabric from Jennifer’s trimmed sex.
If Jennifer was quivering before, she was positively shaking right now. Nothing like this had ever happened to her, certainly not with another woman, and she was already so aroused. She couldn’t help but look up at the clear, blue sky as Ariel lowered her swimsuit to the sand, stepping out of it at the other’s command. When she did look down, Ariel was kneeling there, leaning forward, her face only an inch from Jennifer’s pussy, and taking a delicate, but obvious, sniff.
“Perfect,” Ariel said, looking up at her happily.
Jennifer could see her own very definitive tan lines becoming much less definitive as her whole body blushed in embarrassment. Fifteen minutes ago the thought of being with another woman was perhaps the furthest thing from her mind. Yet, here she was, standing naked on the beach, and the most alluring woman she’d ever met was smelling her excited and wet pussy?
“You’re killing me...,” was all she managed to groan.
“Oh no, Jennifer,” Ariel told her as she stood, “I need to protect you. Your skin is so white and beautiful where your suit covers, I must cover it with sunscreen just as soon as I can. Please lie back on your towel for me.”
Reeling a bit, and unsure what else to do, Jennifer complied, sitting down in front of the gorgeous blonde, then lying back on her towel. Very quickly, giving her no chance to change her mind, Ariel spread her legs and moved over Jennifer, straddling her hips and pelvis before settling herself on Jennifer’s most intimate area.
Totally in control of the situation, Ariel grabbed the bottle of suntan lotion, squeezed a generous dollop of it onto her hands, and said, “Let’s get you all lathered up now, shall we?”
Starting with Jennifer’s shoulders, Ariel proceeded to do just that, working the cool lotion into them, and then into the sides of her neck, her touch half-massage, half-caress. Lost in a world of new emotions and sensations, Jennifer could only lay there, the feelings inside her beginning to bubble to the surface. No matter how hard she tried to remain calm, to act as if all this were nothing special to her, the feel of their loins touching was a constant reminder that this was new, this was different.
Jennifer’s thin veneer of remaining control melted, however, when Ariel slid her hands lower and began to rub the tanning oil into her breasts. She pulled and squeezed them from base to nipple, over and over again, gently working them like soft, fleshy dough. For a few moments, not even aware she was doing it, Jennifer drifted into the sensual magic of that, moaning and arching herself up against Ariel.
She heard her partner’s whispered, “Yes, Jennifer... yess,” as commands to keep doing it... so she did, continuing to writhe and press herself into the masked woman’s hands and up against her humid sex.
“Please... ohhh... my tits...,” she moaned as Ariel massaged the fragrant lotion into them, pulling at her breasts, milking and using them until Jennifer thought she might explode.
Suddenly, though, that wondrous feeling was gone.
Already missing it, Jennifer opened her eyes to look down and see Ariel sliding lower... moving to sit on her legs. Then, Ariel’s began to oil up her belly and sides, her slick hands so strong and enticing. Jennifer felt wonderful and weak all at once, not wanting Ariel to stop what she was doing, despite the small part of her wondering if this was wrong, somehow. But the way Ariel was rubbing and stretching Jennifer’s abdominal muscles felt so good, too....
What’s happening to me? She’s working me like putty and it feels so damn good....
Then thoughts left her as Ariel moved even lower, no longer straddling her, but forcing her folded legs inside Jennifer’s, and began to rub the creamy lotion on the tops and insides of her thighs.
“Oh, Ariel, my god!” was all she could say, as the other’s hands moved higher and closer together, and began to massage her pussy.
“We can’t have you burning down here, can we, Jennifer?” Ariel told her, as she began to work her greasy fingers up and down Jennifer’s equally slick labia. “You need your pussy coated completely. You need it rubbed and covered with cream, don’t you?” she continued, as her fingers rubbed and squeezed and pulled.
Jennifer felt so helpless. She literally had no defense against how good this felt to her, even unaware she was clutching at her own tits as Ariel’s hands and movements make her buck and arch, her pussy so juicy now.
“I’m just working suntan lotion into you, Jennifer. It’s not like I’m actually masturbating your wonderful, wet pussy, is it?” Ariel purred at her. But her slick fingers never slowed, massaging Jennifer’s velvety, moist flesh up and down and side-to-side, occasionally even reaching up with one finger to gently tap her swelling clitoris.
Do it! Ohmygod, do it! Jennifer thought, her mind crying out the thoughts she couldn’t quite get her mouth to speak. Rub my pussy, finger it; that’s it... my clit... oh please!
“You love this... you need this, Jenniferrrr,” she heard Ariel say, the other’s voice suddenly so distant though, so echoey and thin and....
... Jennifer felt herself falling, felt her ass crashing onto the thinly carpeted floor of her living room with a spine-compressing thud.
As she sat there, totally stunned, watching the door of the box slowly closing, all she could gasp was, “Noo... noo... not now, dammit...!”
She was panting, sweaty, all sorts of hot, the signs of her desperate arousal clearly evident in the darkened area of her PJ’s between her thighs. On an impulse, she raise her hands to her face and smelled them, groaning when she realized she’d gotten this soaked without even touching herself. She had no way of proving she hadn’t been mauling her obviously aroused breasts, but she doubted that, too.
God... I was just standing in the box like a zombie while I let it masturbate my mind.
She shivered at that, at being so completely directed and driven by the SARAH. Pulled into the “reality” of the simulation, she’d been nothing more than a moaning passenger on a wild, sexual ride. She remembered the description of how it worked, and for a moment wondered how much of her... her... fantasy, and come from the machine’s programming, and how much of it had been pulled from her own brain.
Whatever the case or the reason, she was horny as hell and needing to do something about it.
Just then, she heard a pinging tone coming from the control panel, and something began to scroll across its small, single-line, digital display. Jennifer scrambled to her knees to read it, watching as it crawled across the display like a weather warning you might see on your television set....
Based on parameters used and recorded for Session #1, along with biometric readings from the system’s user, best results for Session #2 will be obtained if said user abstains from all sexually physical self-interactions in the interim...... Based on parameters used and recorded for Session #1, along with biometric readings....
Sexually physical self-interactions?
As the message’s meaning finally dawned on her, Jennifer actually cried aloud.
“Damn! Now SARAH’s telling me not to masturbate. I thought Carol said there’d be no ‘adverse reactions’!”
She knew in less than five minutes she could have herself cumming, and wanted to so badly her insides were throbbing. But the box was telling her she should wait, that Session #2 would be even better if she somehow managed not to orgasm for the next six hours or so.
“God... six hours!” she said aloud, again, wondering if she could survive the wait.
She found herself really wanting to follow the SARAH’s advice, and knew she would if she could. Her body was singing a different tune, however, and one that only got louder and more demanding when she began to think about what had just happened to her, and how it had made her feel.
After about five iterations of SARAH’s “recommendation”, the tone chimed again, and a new message started. This one turned out to be a question, however....
SARAH-3000 would like to know if user plans to abstain... Please push #1 for “Yes”, #2 for “No”, or #3 for “I Don’t Know”....... SARAH-3000 would like to know if user plans to....
Unsure of what was going to happen, Jennifer finally pushed button #3.
The scrolling question stopped. About five seconds later, there was another tone, and a third message...
Ariel requests you change your selection to #1...... Ariel requests you change your selection to #1...... Ariel requests you change your selection to #1...... Ariel requests....
Stunned, Jennifer pulled her left hand from her inner thigh, where it had inched down and begun to rub... her normal precursor to even more intimate manipulations. She didn’t know if she could keep from getting herself off, as she was literally trembling with lust.
But Ariel, as technically unreal as she might be, had asked her to wait. Though it might not be the case at all, Jennifer couldn’t help but think the idea of a “reward” in Session #2 was almost implicit in the golden women’s request. A vision of Ariel filled her mind... her strength, her beauty, Jennifer’s deep attraction to her and desire to please her.
Again though, could she hold off for six hours? Jennifer didn’t know, but was now determined to find out, to show the virtual vixen in her birthday box what she was made of.
She reached out and pushed button #1, surprised and happy when the chime sounded and the next message appeared....
Thank you, Jennifer...... Thank you, Jennifer...... Thank you....