You weren’t at the bar for more than ten minutes before the handsome stranger sat down next to you. He’s charming, offers to buy you a drink, and you accept, your eyes promising nothing more than conversation, for now.

He’s cordial and entertaining, and you start to warm up to him a little. You look away, coyly, and give him a flash of your smooth neck, just to keep him off balance. You may not be interested in a one night stand, but he might walk away with your number if he’s lucky.

Finally, he asks you if you’ve ever been hypnotized.

You scoff over your drink. You’ve heard worse pick-up lines.

You tell him no and you don’t think that will change tonight. He smiles and scoots his stool closer. You can smell the warm scent of his cologne as he drops his left hand on the bar in front of you. He’s showing you his ring, a ruby gem inlaid with gold, catching the light as he slowly twirls it around his finger. Around and around.

You smile, keeping your eyes on his ring. You know what he’s doing, but you play along for now. No harm in humoring him, and it is a very pretty ring.

He’s babbling about something, but you just keep your eyes on his ring, letting his words wash over you, his smooth voice so pleasant in your ears. Then you feel it. A warm hand on your thigh, hovering dangerously close to your mound. You almost tell him off, but he’s waving his hand a little faster now, making it harder to concentrate on the ring and almost impossible to follow what he’s saying.

Then he squeezes your thigh.

Squeeze…

A wave of warm pleasure washes over your body. It’s like a dose of anesthesia straight to your brain, spreading down your back and arms. It feels good, and you exhale, your eyes drooping slightly.

Squeeze.

He presses his hand around your thigh again. You smile as you exhale. It feels nice to watch his ring.

Squeeze.

You smile wider, your eyes heavier. Despite yourself, a little moan escapes your lips. He grins and brings the ring closer to your face, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. He’s telling you how each squeeze makes you feel soft, warm, peaceful.

Squeeze.

You melt into his side as the ring flashes in the light. The ruby shines like fire, and you feel the heat spreading through your body, spreading between your legs. His voice is so wonderful to listen to, even if you can’t really follow what he’s saying. His hand slides around to your lower back.

Squeeze.

You feel your body sinking down. The ruby dances in front of you.

Squeeze.

His hand moves to your upper back, right between your scapulas. You sigh deeply, your body feeling heavy as lead. His hand drifts to the back of your neck.

Squeeze.

Your head tumbles down, and your eyes close. You’re not asleep. You’re just resting and drifting as you lean against the nice man’s shoulder. His smooth, deep voice hums through your body, and you’re so happy to just listen and agree with him. Agreeing with him and listening.

Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, and you sit up straight, your eyes open wide, and your mind empty, clear as a bell.

“You are deeply hypnotized,” his voice whispers in your ear.

“I am deeply hypnotized,” you repeat. It’s fun to play along with him.

“You want to follow me to my car.”

“I want to follow you to your car,” you say, instantly believing the words from your mouth. Yes, you are excited to let this handsome stranger take the lead and follow him wherever he wants.

He gets up, his hand wrapping around your waist as he gives you a squeeze.

Squeeze.

You walk with him out of the bar, a blissful smile on your face.

He leads you through the parking lot to his well-maintained car, escorting you into the back seat. You sit down next to him, a little apprehensive, until he waves his ring in front of your face again. You follow the ruby with your eyes, back and forth, feeling his hand sliding down the back of your neck.

Squeeze.

He slips the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

Squeeze.

He unhooks your bra and pulls down your top.

Squeeze.

His hand is groping your breast, squeezing and kneading it as his voice whispers suggestions into your ear. It feels wonderful to be touched. You love his hands on your body. You melt every time he squeezes you.

He drops his hand with the ring and uses it to squeeze your hips and thighs while his right hand works your tits. A giggle escapes your mouth. You feel so happy and sexy.

You help him wriggle your panties off and hike your skirt up. He unzips his pants and puts your hand on his thick member.

He squeezes your breasts. You squeeze his dick.

He squeezes your ass. You stroke his cock.

He gently tickles your slit. You lean down and give his whole length a sloppy kiss, making sure he’s wet and slippery.

He helps you sit down on his cock, and you squeeze him with your pussy. Both his hands are on your tits as you bounce up and down on his cock, your hands bracing yourself on the car ceiling.  He pumps in and out of you, each thrust jolting your brain.

Pump

Squeeze

Pump

Squeeze

Pump, pump, pump

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

Suddenly, you feel his cock explode inside you,, and your pussy squeezes one last time before fireworks start shooting off in your head. He squeezes your tits as both of you moan and cum together, his amazing cock dancing inside of you.

He slows down and lets you slide off, gently laying you down against the yielding car seat. He brushes his hand over your eyes, making you sleepy, happy, sated…

You drift in a beautiful dream as he wipes your body down with wet cloths, making sure you are presentable and comfortable. He takes such good care of you. Your eyes are rolling in your head as he takes your hand and gently squeezes and massages each finger, sending waves of bliss through your mind.

Squeeze,

Squeeze,

Squeeze…

You walk back to the bar in a trance, completely unaware of your surroundings until you arrive at your barstool. The stranger is gone, but you’re still drifting in a cloud of pleasure as the lady bartender sets down a drink in front of you. You gradually wake up and thank the bartender, a little confused about what happened.

“Had a good squeeze, miss?” The bartender asks you.

“What?” You glance up to see the lady bartender giving your hand a knowing look. You look down and notice that his ruby ring is on your finger. You stare at it, a distant wave of heat and admiration passing through you as you remember his voice. You smile, gazing at the ring.

Then you look over and see the bartender is wearing a jade ring, the same style on the same finger. You cast furtive glances around the bar and see several ladies, some alone, some chatting with friends and dates, but nearly all of them wearing gold rings with expensive gems. You turn back to the bartender.

“Don’t worry,” she says, gazing wistfully at her own ring. “He’ll be back soon, ready to give all of us another good squeeze.”

You smile. That sounds wonderful.