The limousine had pulled up in front of the restaurant and one of the Valets had opened the door. Koa exited the vehicle and stood at the side with his hand offered in assistance. Now Hermione needed to preserve her public dignity by getting out of the car in this perverse dress and ridiculous heels. It turned out to be easier than getting in, although the Valet was in a perfect position to catch a slip if it was to happen. Standing with her hand in Koa's she strode her way to the entrance while the second Valet held the door for them.
As they approached the captain's podium the captain on duty looked up and smiled a warm friendly smile. "Mister Gameygal, yes, how nice to see you again. May I add that your date this evening is a particularly elegant young lady?" This was just one of his many trips to this restaurant with one of his conquests, she thought to herself. I wonder just how many panties he has tacked to his wall and if he has them ranked? The captain seemed to be focused on her collar, not her cleavage. Turning to Hermione the captain placed his white gloved hand, palm up before him. Somehow Hermione understood that she was to place her hand in his and when she did he gently brought her hand up and kissed it. Then he turned to Koa. "Your table is waiting for you Mister Gameygal and everything is arranged according to your preferences. If you will follow me please."
They entered a very large room with a high ceiling. At the far end of the room was a low stage occupied by a small orchestra that was playing soft music. Projecting into the room from the stage was a large circular dance floor that was probably capable of hosting fifty couples. Surrounding the dance floor in an arc extending from stage right, surrounding the dance floor, and terminating at stage left were round dining tables. Smaller more intimate tables were placed closer to the stage while the larger tables were located furthest from the stage. As the captain led them to their table they wound their way through the larger tables, onto the dance floor, then across the dance floor to their intimate table nestled on the edge of the dance floor and adjacent to the stage.
As Hermione strode through this enormous room, crowded with diners, she began to attract the gaze of all the male diners and, because she had diverted their attention, the female diners as well. If there had been the slightest level of doubt in Hermione's mind that she was the sexiest woman in the room that doubt was now exorcised. Her entrance was reminiscent of The Yule Ball when a juvenile Hermione first assumed her role as a desirable woman. This entrance diminished her Yule Ball performance into a decidedly amateur affair. She was playing at the very highest level now. Koa, of course, attracted some attention as well as the viewers questioned who was escorting this vision of sexiness. Dressed in a semi‑formal designer tuxedo and endowed with his textbook rugged physique coupled with his dark exotic looks he stood out emphatically as well. The contrast between them could not have been more acute, stirring whispered comments throughout the room.
Seated now, the Maître D' arrived as the captain wished them a pleasant meal and withdrew. There was a wine bucket standing next to the table with a bottle on ice. The Maître D' opened the wine, champagne actually, and after popping the cork presented it to Koa. After taking in the bouquet from the cork Koa nodded his permission and the Maître D' poured the sparkling beverage into their champagne flutes, filling them halfway. Hermione noticed that it was a Louis Roederer Brut Premier. Thinking back to the vacations she had taken in France with her parents she knew this was a premium Champagne but was not the over‑hyped Moet and Chandon. This spoke to the fact that Koa's preferences in wine were particular and sophisticated. He was a savage in bed who could also exhibit refinement of the highest level.
The Maître D' now arrived with their Amuse-Bouche. It was a small plate carrying a small jar of Caviar Russe Classic Osetra along with six crackers. The jar had been opened and the lid placed alongside so that the brand was displayed for the benefit of the discerning diner. Before they sampled the caviar Koa raised his glass and clinking with Hermione's he toasted, "To an unimaginably elegant and striking lady who has exceeded, in every way, my insufficient imagination. You are an Angelic vision of loveliness; I am grateful that you consented to accompany me this evening."
Hermione smiled, angelically of course, and raised the glass to her lips. Roederer is a somewhat yeasty brut and is not to everyone's taste but Hermione did find it pleasant. I wonder if he has my panties ranked at the top of his collection, she thought to herself. It was a pleasant fantasy. Then they scooped, spread, and fed the caviar to each other, reaching across the table and smiling at each other.
The waiter was back. "Mister Gameygal, can I interest you or the young lady in one of our exceptional appetizers tonight?" Koa looked at Hermione, who did not respond, and Koa answered.
"Perhaps not tonight."
"Then shall we proceed to the soup? The chef has exceeded himself tonight with the creation of a truly exceptional Oyster Bisque. As you are aware, our chef eschews the use of potatoes, preferring instead to produce a light, creamy broth to compliment these excellent fresh oysters. Of course, it will pair perfectly with your brut."
"Yes. That sounds delicious," Koa responded. With that, the waiter withdrew.
Hermione now addressed Koa. "You know Koa, I have been intrigued by this special gift of yours. I would like to know more if you are willing to share."
"For you, my Little Sheila, I will tell you what I am able but this may be a somewhat indelicate conversation to conduct in public. Don't you think?" Koa offered.
"I'm willing to risk it. This is an intimate table and, with the exercise of discretion, I don't think we'll be overheard," Hermione insisted. "You see, I discussed this special gift of yours with a trusted friend. I was not surprised that she had heard of this herself as she is an authority on matters related to intimacy."
Now the waiter returned with the Oyster Bisque and interrupted. Distributing the menus he asked if he should return shortly to take their order.
Koa was prepared. "I will order now. Please bring us each a plate of your excellent Matsusaka Beef sirloin, carved into medium rare slices. Pair this with a broiled lobster tail and strips of white asparagus drizzled with the chef's excellent Hollandaise sauce. Please include, also, cups of melted butter to supplement the lobster. I think that will be sufficient. Thank you." As the waiter withdrew Koa turned his attention back to Hermione.
Hermione continued, "As I was saying, she has some authority on related matters."
Koa interrupted, "Fascinating. You are a bundle of surprises. Will I meet this mysterious authority of yours?"
Are you prospecting for another rare trophy to add to your collection? Hermione mused to herself. She answered, "It's doubtful."
"Well, at least share with me her opinion on the matter."
Hermione had taken a moment to enjoy the bisque, which was excellent, and Koa followed her example. Dodging the question somewhat, Hermione answered, "She raised several questions and I want to make it clear that she was not suspicious. She's just curious and so am I. Can you help enlighten us?"
"I will explain whatever I can. I'm not a neurologist so I may not answer with the best technical explanation," Koa assured her.
"Well," Hermione began, "why does the strength, or effectiveness, of the connection increase in when certain parts of your body connect with certain parts of mine."
"It's a simple matter of the number of nerve endings I can access across the gap," he explained.
"The gap?" she interjected.
"Yes. The gap is the separation between your nerve endings and mine. It's caused by the thickness of the tissue covering the nerve endings, mostly referring to skin but also to mucosa. Mucosa is the blood rich thin tissue on your gums, inside your mouth, in your nose and throat, and of course in your…"
"I get it," she quickly interposed. "So, the smaller the gap the stronger the connection. Is that what you're saying?"
At this point the waiter appeared with their food. Whisking away the bisque cups he deftly served the Wagu beef, Lobster, and asparagus and then topped off their champagne before wishing them a hearty, "Bon Appetite!" Hermione cut a piece of the beef and put it into her mouth. Her eyes widened and an expression of delight came over her face. Koa noticed and smiled his sexy little boy smile at her before asking, "Do you like it?"
She nodded her head in ascent and continued to chew while savoring the juicy flavor, buttery mouth‑feel and total absence of toughness or sinew. The morsel seemed to want to sneak down the back of her throat it was so tender. Finally swallowing, she exclaimed, "This is amazing, Koa. I've never had anything like it." Then she cut another piece and put it in her mouth.
"Yes. Quite good, I agree. It's a type of Kobe beef. It's only produced in Japan. The cattle are raised in the Hyōgo Prefecture and a strict set of rules govern how the cattle are tended. The cattle are pampered so they never experience stress and are even fed beer in the summer. It is the rarest and most prized sirloin in the world."
Hermione was already on to her third mouthful, but paused long enough to prompt him again, "The gap? Say more."
Koa continued. "It's not entirely about the gap. It's two things: the higher the number of nerve endings in a given area, nerve density if you will, and the distance of the gap between my nerve endings and yours combine. My ability to project my stimulus across the gap is limited to a very small gap range. The hands are the one part that I did not understand at first. But I did not understand how many nerve endings there were in the hands. That's especially true on the finger pads. For instance, when I touched your temples, which are covered in fragile skin, the tips of my fingers could connect with a good pathway. Of course, my fingers can find stronger pathways when (leaning forward and speaking in a whisper) they probe into your pussy."
Hermione was not to be distracted. "When did you know that you had this gift?"
"The ability does not manifest itself until after we become of age. I slowly became aware of it when holding hands with my first girlfriend. I may have been fourteen. I didn't understand it at first. I was surprised by the effect it had on me."
Koa paused to enjoy his dinner and Hermione gave him some space to do so. While he was sipping his champagne and enjoying his beef Hermione sampled the lobster tail and asparagus. They had both been prepared to perfection. She knew that the lobster must have been caught that very same day and was as fresh as possible. The meal was so good that several minutes had passed before she continued the conversation.
"You say you were surprised, as you put it, 'by the effect.' Can you say more?"
"The signals express through smell. Probably a sense of smell is one of our most ancient senses so it kind of makes sense. Certainly we know that the animal life on the outback possesses a keen sense of smell. What they detect through their nose often causes strong reactions of interest or fear and they act out accordingly. It's basic survival skills in the outback. Hunters learn to approach their prey from downwind because of the sensitivity of smell."
Hermione paused her line of questioning for a few moments to allow him the opportunity to enjoy his meal. As she sipped her champagne she considered this exotic man. He was a man who possessed immense appetites: women, sex, wine, cuisine, fashion, and culture. Not prone to settle for the mediocre or the mundane he would pursue his interests to be always seeking the highest echelon of each. It would certainly be fair to categorize him as a hedonist and a player. Of course she did not know him very well yet but wondered if he had ever enjoyed the deeply personal intimacy that she had experienced laying snuggled in Ginny Weasley's embrace or the depth of friendship, trust, and love such as she had established with Harry Potter. From what she knew of Koa so far she had her doubts and despite all the conquests he had achieved, he seemed shallow in a way.
"Can you offer an example of how the smells work?" Hermione wanted to know. "What were the smells you detected in your first girlfriend?"
"Well, I was unsophisticated and less skillful at the time. The best way I can explain it is if you can imagine yourself in a very dimly lit room. A series of tables are distributed about the room in a semi‑circle. On each table is something that emits an odor or fragrance. Some are pleasant, some disgusting, and others somewhat in between. These odors can express or suppress according to constantly changing stimuli. If there is a smell you find attractive you can approach it. But, to a small extent, you can also suppress or express a few of the smells by force of will. So you are free to move about the room in near darkness guided only by your sense of smell and approach the sources of the odors where you can attempt to enhance them or suppress them."
Hermione thought she understood and worked to keep in mind that the fragrances were expressions of the primitive stimuli firing in the brain, perceived as smells, each smell representing a particular stimuli that triggered a response in the primitive brain.
"What did you smell with your fourteen year‑old girlfriend?" she asked.
"I was fourteen. She was twelve," Koa corrected her.
Of course she was. Why would I have assumed otherwise? Hermione snarked to herself.
"Well I remember the fragrance of ripe mango and durian. Mango is very appealing but the odor of durian has often been described in unappealing ways. I was unable to interpret this at the time but I was sensing that she was conflicted. It takes time to be able to discern the source and the possible explanations of the smells. I also remember we were surprised by a snake, not an infrequent occurrence in the outback, and I sensed a powerful change in the odors. Some of the strongest and most unappealing odors are expressed by fear and peril."
"What was that odor?" Hermione wanted to know.
"The smell of raw, burning flesh," he answered. "It was very strong and it's one of those that I am unable to suppress or otherwise influence. When basic survival is at risk a response is an imperative."
They concentrate on the delicious food now and looked at each other across the table, each enjoying their meal and the sex appeal of their partner. When their plates were almost empty the waiter appeared.
"Ah, I see you are almost ready for dessert. Can I tempt you? I can bring the dessert cart round in just a moment."
Koa, true to his pattern, had already decided. "We're going to indulge in your pastry chef's signature offering of Double Chocolate Decadence."
"Ah, yes. Of course and I presume you want it served on the chef's extraordinary raspberry sauce with a few fresh picked berries on the side?"
"Yes. And you will also extend my warm regards and compliments to the chef," Koa replied.
It was obvious to Hermione that was performing. In fact, he was always performing. Dressing her up like a runway model, including a BDSM kink collar, presenting her to a room full of high‑status and high‑income people, his seduction of her earlier in the week, his willingness to discuss his 'gift,' being a form of bragging, and the show of his easy familiarity with life's greater refinements all had a purpose and it could all be summarized as performative. From the moment she realized her panties had been taken Hermione knew that she was a trophy. Now she realized that all the accoutrements of his life were also trophies that he displayed, as he was displaying her, for the attainment of social status, seld‑affirmation, authority and control.
Soon their empty plates were cleared away and the waiter then returned with two servings of double chocolate decadence. Two snifters of brandy accompanied the dessert.
"I took the liberty," the waiter said, "of bringing your favorite, Cognac Croizet. Enjoy."
Hermione's was already a little lightheaded from the champagne and one nose full of the brandy in the snifter went straight to the top of her head and she hadn't even tasted it yet. She put the glass down and took up her dessert fork.
"Koa," Hermione cooed, "have you ever taught anyone?"
Koa looked up with a curious look. "Taught them what, Little Sheila?"
"You know, your 'gift.' Can the ability to sense the currents in the primitive part of another person's brain, can that be taught?"
He looked at her now as though he was looking at her for the first time. For a woman so young, she had a hidden depth within her, he thought. For Koa, the recognition of a woman as a capable entity was infrequent. Hermione had impressed him.
"I have not," he answered. "I wouldn't know how to start. But if anyone would know it would be the Ngangkari in my home village. He is a man of deep knowledge and learning. Perhaps you would like to meet him?"
Of course he would want to display me to his native village, she thought. But she could not pass up the offer. "Very much so, Koa, I would like to meet him. Can you arrange it?"
"Very well." With that he pulled out his mobile phone and spent several minutes speaking in an unfamiliar aboriginal dialect. When he was finished he said, "It's all arranged then. We leave together on a bush plane at 9:00 AM tomorrow."
They both concentrated on their dessert now. Koa was briefly distracted from time to time with a text message. Soon enough, they were finished. The table was cleared leaving them to their snifters of cognac, which Hermione avoided. After a time the check came to which Koa simply added an amount for a tip and signed, offering no credit card or cash, and then he rose to leave. Reaching across the table he picked up her clutch, extracted her room key‑card, and then offered his hand to assist her to rise from her seat. Accepting his arm he paraded her back across the unoccupied dance floor and through the room. The attention they attracted was equal to what they received upon their entrance. The limousine was waiting and the chauffeur was holding the door open. Hermione was a little less careful seating herself than she had been the first time. Soon they were on their way back to her hotel as Koa tenderly kissed her and breached into her decolletage to idly play with one of her tits. She did not resist but, instead, enjoyed the moment.
Once they entered the room Hermione took the initiative. Approaching him she put her index finger up against his lips. "Tonight," she said softly, "I am taking command. You are my toy tonight. You shall offer no resistance and you shall surrender yourself to my fancies. Do you understand?" Koa nodded. "Good. Now strip!" With that she sat in the chair and amused herself by watching him, making no effort to disrobe herself. Let's see how well he can arouse me without touching me, she smirked to herself. He was the first man to fuck me. Would I have fucked him if he were not able to fuck with my mind?
Koa stripped from the waist up first. He wasn't taunting or putting on a show. It was almost as if he had no skills of seduction or tantalizing without touching his intended conquest and probing their lizard brain. The suspenders and cummerbund of the tuxedo were next. When he was finally bare chested and naked above the waist Hermione felt her pussy dampen and her nipples stand at attention. He certainly has a sexy body and his muscular definition is so hot!
His shoes were the next to go. Then he reached for the waistband of the trousers. As he did Hermione slipped her hand through the slit up the side of her dress and began touching her damp pussy. Although he couldn't see what she was doing directly, the movement of her hand under the dress fabric and the motion of her arm told him everything he needed to know. Koa now lowered his pants and stepped out of them, his eyes being fixed upon her hidden activity. Standing before her in his boxers there was an obvious tent in his underwear. Hermione cherished the influence she could have on a cock and wondered how many cocks she stimulated in the restaurant tonight. Might she have raised fifty or more little peters to stand at attention?
Hermione licked her lips seductively as she scanned him up and down. Reaching in through her decolletage she began to massage a breast and increased the speed of her masturbation. She was wet now and her nipples were hard as stones. No doubt, I must admit, he's an exotic little fuck toy with a nice dick.
Koa finally removed his boxers and stepped out of them. His shaft was proudly erect. Momentarily removing her hand from under her dress she held it out in front of her in a loosely clenched fist and then moved it up and down in an obviously rude gesture. He knew what she wanted. Taking his phallus in his hand he began to slowly stroke it, pulling his foreskin back with each downstroke and exposing the eager little head. Hermione resumed rubbing herself and was content to enjoy the show for a while. She was lubricating generously and watched closely for signs of precum seeping from his dick. It really is a magnificent specimen of a cock! she acknowledged.
"Proud of your little peter, aren't you fuck boy?" she taunted him. In response he wagged it at her. She commanded him, "Step closer, fuck boy, but keep your hands at your side until I instruct you otherwise."
He came in close and stood with his feet apart straddled over her crossed legs. Removing the hand that had been caressing her tit she took his stiff shaft into her hand and stroked it lightly. So soft. So smooth. So beautiful and so hard underneath. This is a cock to worship. Hermione was content to play her fingers over it for a time and intermittently fondle his sack and balls. She was touching and fondling very lightly so he could not establish a strong connection into her libido. She could feel him probing but to a marginal effect. Merlin! His musky scent combined with a little sweat. This is getting me wet without his help.
Now she pulled his foreskin back with each of her down strokes, exposing the eager little cock head to her fascinated gaze. She inserted two fingers into her soaking twat and gave that naughty little cock head a quick lick every time it poked out. She was thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy and coating his dick with her drool. She was tasting his pre‑cum now and she grew impatient. Taking his shaft into her mouth she started to circle her clit with her thumb in rhythm with her finger fucking. The speed of her jilling increased as he finally established his connection into her brains primitive core. She sucked him with purpose as her passion rose and she knew he would come soon. His pre‑cum was leaking out more generously and the taste, the smell, and the hardness of him was enthralling to her.
In quick succession his balls tightened, his shaft swelled, and he began spurting his spunk into her mouth with grunts and moans. The speed of his release surprised Koa more than it surprised Hermione. She was swallowing as he spurted and when the shots stopped she ran her tongue across his head and into the corners and recesses of her mouth to savor all of it and swallow it down. The softening dick in her mouth struck Hermione as erotically empowering and that triggered her as his soft little soldier dropped from her lips. She came. She was no longer connected with him so her orgasm was her own, unenhanced by his meddling in her brain. Her cunt spasmed about twenty times and sent waves of ecstasy throughout her being. It was a great orgasm. Then she slumped back onto her chair and looked up, completely sated.
Koa was sitting on the floor with his legs spread and his deflated dick hanging mournfully. Residual cum continued to leak as it drooped down in its impotent state. Now Hermione was overtaken by the smell of sex from her own juices. She still had all her clothes on, including the fuck‑me pumps. Throughout the episode he never obtained even a glimpse of her boobs or her pussy and she had dodged his mind fuck for the most part.
Yes, definitely, I would have fucked him. Good to know. But Fleur was right; he's only a brief dalliance.
Standing up and balancing on those heels she looked down upon his spent form laying on the floor. Hermione was quite pleased with herself.
"You like dominant women; don't you fuck boy? You never knew what you were missing. Ok, then, fuck boy. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Let yourself out. I'll see you in the morning when you collect me for our adventure into the bush. And, I must add, thank you for a wonderful evening."
Hermione then pulled some clean underwear out of her luggage along with a night‑shirt. Then, stepping between his legs with her four-inch heel spike landing uncomfortably close to his groin, she stooped down to collect his boxers and then retreated to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Reaching into her decolletage once again she located the tiny pocket she had attached there. It had an extensible charm and was so small as to render it undetectable. She extracted her wand from the secret cache, touched the lock on the collar with her wand, and unlocked it. Removing the collar she dropped it onto the counter on top of his underpants. The first trophies of my collection.
It would take some time before she lost the goofy grin painted on her face.
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