A better world through chemistry!
Both characters are well over 18 years This story was originally a request from a reader for a 'Quicky Sex' story based on an aphrodisiac. Sorry if it morphed into something longer. I know there are plenty of similar stories out there, but this is my fantasy. If you enjoy, leave a comment for a part 2.
The college junior paid cash to the geeky chemistry major for the six capsules' only after he fully understood what he was buying.
"It's simple pal." The grad student said. "Empty the contents into someone's drink- it mixes instantly and after ingested, super arousal begins in under three to five minutes, and you better be ready!"
"How long does it last?"
"That's the fun part! It causes immense desire in the subject directed at whoever is arousing them and only after at least two orgasms' does it shortly wear off. Undetectable and they'll be enthralled with you for hours!"
"So, pick your subject with care and be close to a venue to facilitate copulation! Our testing is guaranteed 100% successful with no side effects.
"Copulation?" asked the buyer
"Yeah, fucking, screwing, whatever, got it? And I'd like a short report on your success."
"Yeah man, thanks!"
The junior turned and left, thinking to himself, "Wow! man! I've never really been laid! I've humped a leg or two but that did nothing for the chick and I was embarrassed! I hope it works!"
At a hotel nearby and thinking ahead, he got a room on the second floor that was convenient to the stairs-might not have the time waiting on an elevator.
The hotel lounge was not very crowded, and he took a seat at the end of the bar and ordered a wine and glass of water as he waited, placing the water slightly towards the next stool.
Some guy came up and started to sit next to him and he quickly said. "Taken man, my girls in the can."
"Got it! Bartender, a long neck please." And he was gone.
As the lounge began to get busy an older lady asked if the stool was taken.
"No ma-am, please sit."
She was pretty with a decent figure and nice legs and ass to die for.
She carried a small clutch that obviously held a cell phone.
The lady sat and ordered a vodka and water with a twist.
Looking at her watch, she grimaced and sighed to herself.
"Everything ok?" He asked.
Looking him up and down she said.
"I guess I'm so late, my date got pissed and left. Damn, I was looking forward to dancing and dinner, I'm starved."
She took a pull on her drink and looking him over said.
"what's a good-looking kid like you doing in here alone?"
Thinking quickly, he said. "I got stood up and wanted a drink to relax."
"I can help you with that dance or two if it'll help. Maybe even buy you a drink."
"Young man, are you serious?" I'm 15 years your senior!"
"So what?" He answered. "A drink, a dance, with a lovely lady who enjoys dancing."
"I don't see anything wrong with that."
Again, looking at him she spoke. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Well yeah. Why not?" I love dancing, and they play mostly slow danceable tunes that I like."
Appearing to be thinking about it, she smiled and spoke.
"If you're serious, buy me another while I powder my nose."
It was so easy he thought. She walked to the lady's room swishing her round tight ass as the bartender brought a fresh cocktail.
The bartender turned away and he deftly emptied the contents of the capsule into her new cocktail.
She returned, sat, and picked up her original glass, drained it, and they soon began chatting like old friends.
"So that was my day how was yours-Oh wait- I love this song. Were you serious about that dance?"
He stood and offered her a hand.
She finished her original cocktail and placed it on the bar. Picked up her clutch and was led to the darkened dance floor.
"I have my clutch, hope no one steals my drink." She said giggling.
"Me too! He laughed. "I've got my eye on it and my jacket is on the back of my stool-We'll be okay!"
