Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Dec 4

As mentioned, I went to the restaurant and a movie on Friday night. It's not unusual for me to go to the restaurant alone and I generally mind my own business. I had promised myself to use my Friday ability to have some mild fun with my waitress, but I changed my plans when a couple a few tables from mine started to give her a hard time (food taking too long, not being hot enough, not properly seasoned, etc.). It was both of them, too, so I shifted my attention to them.

For the guy, I had his underwear gently wrap themselves around his shaft and give him a slow-but-constant rubbing. For the lady (who, if you're interested, was pretty girl in her early thirties with no chest to speak of), I wedged her underwear in her crack and had them do a nice back-and-forth motion. It was fun to see them look distracted while trying to keep a normal conversation. Unlike them, I was able to to see what was happening to their partner under the table. He got a quick hard-on while she pressed her legs together. At some point, they each excused themselves to visit the bathroom (no doubt to fix their underwear malfunction). When they returned, I sped up the motion of their underwear, increasing the intensity of their predicament. And when the waitress finally returned to check on them, I maxed it out.

The guy came first, his face red and his hands gripping the edge of the table with desperation. His body jerked like he was being electrocuted. I think the very sight of him cumming publicly sent his date over the edge and she too came hard. Everybody cheered as they quickly got up, paid the bill and rushed out of the restaurant.

Later, at the theater, a girl two rows ahead of me kept checking her phone while the movie was playing. I hate people who do that, so I got her bra to unhook. She couldn't fix that in the theater so she went to the bathroom to hook it back on. When she checked her phone again, I made it so her bra groped her boobs like a hand was doing it. As soon as she turned her phone off, I stopped, and restarted the groping if she checked her phone again. She proved to be a tough customer, so after the fifth time she checked her phone, I shaped her panties so they could finger her. At some point, I remember her opening up her phone and not checking, leaving it on for a full three minutes before turning it off at last. I think she might have had a small public orgasm and actually enjoyed it.

So that was my Friday.

Yesterday, my faerie advent calendar gift was to give up to four people the ability to see others naked (an ability that would end at midnight).

Needless to day, I was the first one to give this ability to. Now, there's a big downside to that ability: there are a lot of unattractive people out there so you see stuff you wished you could unsee. Not everyone's hygiene is top notch. On the positive side, bras (though invisible) keep all boobs nicely supported. And when you find a girl (or boy, I'm not judging) you like, it's a real treat.

I decided to return to the German market I mentioned a few days ago. It was somewhat comical to see all these naked people mingling casually (some even cheerfully) in -15ºC weather (that's 5ºF). My attention fell on two girls who were drinking mulled wine. They were stripper hot, with fake boobs, trimmed bushes, and plenty of expensive tattoos. I couldn't help stare at them, and even though I was some twenty feet away, they eventually noticed what I was doing. They looked at each other in disgust and one even gave me the finger. I gave both of them the "gift" and enjoyed the reaction.

Shock! One yelped, the other spat out a mouthful of warm wine. They covered their presumed nudity as best the could, looking around them in panic for a place to hide. They then noticed everybody around them was naked and fled in horror. To everybody else, they just looked like two crazy girls having a spontaneous mental breakdown. They quickly returned to their activities, shrugging their shoulders. Meh. Tourists are weird.

I had one gift left and decided to give it to the first homeless person I saw (along with a $2 coin). I suppose these guys don't get much action and don't have great access to porn, so it felt like the charitable thing to do.

In hindsight, I should have given that to Father Robert. Maybe seeing some hot parishioners might have distracted him from his preference for children. Who knows? Maybe my next gift might be useful that way.

--Jaycee