A young man who objectifies women meets a woman who uses objectification to her advantage.
|He had earned the nickname "Watcher" because he loved to watch women. He was particularly fascinated by the way women ate. Whenever he happened to see a particularly attractive woman at a restaurant he would longingly watch each morsel disappear into lipstick covered lips. There was a sensuous character to it. The plumpness of their lips and the way the food would disappear into their mouths to be swallowed. Certainly not all women were like that but he relished the occasions when he would see such a woman. He had occasional fantasies imagining he was being swallowed, wishing he was the one traveling down the long slender neck into her soft, womanly body. He would imagine himself dissolving into her, becoming part of her.
This night was no different. He was sitting at the bar when a rather stunning middle aged blonde walked in and seated herself at a nearby table. She was unusually tall for a woman her height further accentuated by the shoes she wore. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back off her narrow face with a clip and he wondered how she might look with it down. She was nicely dressed in a gray skirt and black sweater. After a few minutes it became obvious that she was by herself.
He had seen many attractive women but there was something different about this one. There was something about her, an aura about her that seemed almost feline. She ate her dinner with a deliberate sensuousness that made him ache. A hundred tired pickup lines went through his head as he tried to think of some way to meet her. "Hi, I really like the way you eat." It was direct but something more subtle was needed. In desperation, he finally settled for buying her a drink.
The waitress conferred with the stranger pointing in Watcher's direction. "I'm sorry. Could you please tell him I don't accept drinks from strangers," he heard her say. This was not going well at all. Without really thinking, Watcher found himself beside her table. "Hi. My friends call me Watcher."
The woman regarded Watcher coolly as the waitress made a hasty retreat "I didn't realize we were friends," she replied rather sarcastically.
Watcher stammered. "Pardon me ma'am. I didn't mean to offend. You seemed to be alone and I was just trying to be friendly. I couldn't help but notice when you came in."
"I saw the way you were noticing me." The tone of her response clearly indicated her annoyance.
"It's really not like that ma'am. Believe me, I'm not accustomed to being this forward. Hell, do you think I would be this clumsy about it if I did this regularly."
The woman smiled ever so slightly and sighed. "I'm Adeline. Since it looks like you're going to stay, why not at least have a seat." She gestured to the chair on the opposite side of the table. "So. What's on your mind Watcher?"
"Well, it's just that I couldn't help but notice the way you seemed to savor your food as you ate. I mean you really seemed to be enjoying your meal and I know the food here isn't that great."
"I simply enjoy the feel of food in my mouth. I don't see any thing strange about it."
Watcher felt the flush of embarrassment on his face. "Well I... I mean... That is, I have this thing about the way women eat." There was something about her that made him feel safe in telling her about his most intimate fantasy and gradually he shared the details with her as she listened intently.
"What you describe is really not all that unusual. I have come across other men who have had similar fantasies. If y'all talked to one another once in awhile you might realize that. I bet you've never told a soul about this have you?" Watcher shook his head. "Listen. I'm staying at the Marriott. Why not come over and we'll talk about this some more."
An image of Adeline's firm curvy body filtered into Watcher's head. Since he first saw her, he had wondered what she looked like under that skirt, and the thought that he might find out was almost too much. With the image of her naked body in his mind and lust in his heart, he eagerly agreed to follow Adeline back to her room.
The hotel room was typical for one catering to business travelers and upscale clientele. There was a small refrigerator with a bar, the obligatory round table and chairs, and of course the king sized bed. Adeline gestured to the table and chairs. "Please sit down and be comfortable." She poured a drink and handed it to Watcher. "You look like you could use this."
"As I was saying there are more men and women that share your fantasy than you think. I for one, also share your fantasy. Please; drink up."
Not wanting to alienate his attractive host, Watcher finished his drink and sat the empty glass on the table.
She continued. "I however prefer to be the predator rather than the prey." She licked her lips seductively.
A chill traveled up Watcher's spine. "I really think I'd better be getting on home." As he tried to stand, the floor felt like it fell out from under him and the room seemed to spin sickeningly out of control, then blackness.
Watcher sat up with a start, as if awakened from a terrifying dream. A bright light shown down on him from somewhere high above. He felt completely disoriented, and cold. His naked body lay on a smooth hard surface. Watcher slowly rolled to a sitting position and began to survey his surroundings. He was in some kind of container with clear walls. Before he could think further, a hand the size of a billboard grasped his prison and lifted it as a familiar voice said. "I'm so glad you're finally awake."
Adeline studied her little prize intently. "Yes. I believe you'll do just fine." She sat the glass back down on the vanity. Watcher's mind raced. What did she mean just fine? The memory of their conversation filled his head. She preferred to be the predator! As the ramifications of that statement began to run through his mind, Adeline laughed.
"A penny for your thoughts." She smiled.
"What have you done to me?"
"I took the liberty of putting a little something into your drink to make you a more manageable size. It doesn't work on clothing though so I put you in this glass for safekeeping." Reaching behind, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She slipped her hands under her shirt tail and began to roll her pantyhose off her hips and down each leg, finally pulling them off first one foot then the other. She placed the crumpled ball of nylon on the vanity beside Watcher. "Catching you was all too easy. Oh, don't look so shocked. Why do suppose you noticed me in the first place? Because I wanted you to."
"But at first you acted as if you weren't the least bit interested."
"All part of it. I needed to draw you in. Keep you intrigued." Adeline smiled. "Ever since I was quite young I fantasized about swallowing men alive. One day I got the idea of swallowing a live fish and pretending it was a tiny man. I wanted to know what it would feel like to swallow something alive, to feel it in my stomach. The first orgasm I ever had was when I swallowed that fish. I was so naive that I didn't even know what it was. I just knew it felt wonderfully delicious beyond words. I continued to swallow small animals, fish mostly, until the my best friend Jennifer's boyfriend, who was working for a large pharmaceutical company at the time, discovered the shrinking potion. A short time after that he disappeared rather suddenly and no one has seen him since." Adeline smiled evilly.
She undid the clip holding her hair and pulled the sweater off over her head. Her hair floated down over her shoulders in a blonde cascade. Adeline's body clad only in a bra and bikini panties was even more attractive than Watcher had imagined. Dark brown nipples peaked out behind delicate pink lace. Below her breasts, he could see the faint outline of her ribs. His eyes followed the soft contour of her belly noticing the deep elongated navel and the dark patch of pubic hair framed in her sheer pink panties. He felt himself becoming aroused at the site of her, his own body betraying him.
Adeline laughed. "Oh look, you're getting turned on! Shall I suck you off before I swallow you." She licked her lips and gently rubbed her belly. "Mmmmmm. I can't wait to get you inside me."
"You'll never get away with this!" Watcher shrieked. "Someone will come looking."
Adeline smiled. "In case you hadn't thought of this, one of the benefits to swallowing your victim is that there is no pesky body to find. The evidence just disappears and your clothes will be easy enough to dispose of. Nice try though."
Adeline picked up the glass and stretched out on the bed. She tipped the glass up dumping Watcher rather unceremoniously onto her abdomen, then placed her finger on her chest, just below her left breast. "You'll be right about here after I swallow you." Watcher could hear the muffled gurgling of her dinner as it digested somewhere underneath him. "That will be you in a few minutes." Adeline's hand swept past him and slipped inside the waistband of her panties. Coarse pubic hair gave way to soft wet flesh as her hand moved down into her crotch. She teased herself with the tip of her finger, tracing the soft folds of her labia. She pressed harder allowing her finger to slip inside her vagina and nearly came. "Not yet." She moaned to no one in particular. "Not yet."
She pulled her hand from her panties and reached for the little man who had managed to climb between her breasts. Wet, fingers covered with her musk scent grasped Watcher firmly. Moist red lips opened revealing Adeline's cavernous mouth. Her tongue, wet with saliva seemed to dance between the two rows of glistening white teeth. Although absolutely terrified, the shear erotic appeal of her open mouth aroused Watcher beyond anything he had ever experienced. She slowly lowered Watcher into her mouth, sucking her own wetness from her fingers as she closed her mouth over him. "Mmmmmmmm." She purred with delight.
As the moist, hot darkness of Adeline's mouth enclosed Watcher, sexual desire was replace by cold terror. This was no idle sexual fantasy. In a moment this woman was going to swallow him for real! For ever!
Adeline could feel Watcher struggling inside her mouth and became more aroused. She traced a path with her finger from her chin, down her neck, across her chest to the spot just below her breast where she new he would end. The thought of it nearly brought her to orgasm. Quickly she lifted her pelvis enough to slide her panties off and began again to press her fingers firmly into her labia with a slow circular motion. It was time.
Watcher increased his struggles when he sensed her preparing to swallow him but he was no match for her tongue which now pressed him firmly against the roof of her mouth. Adeline's body hummed with sexual energy as she teetered on the verge of orgasm. She tipped her head back letting Watcher drop into the top of her throat. Powerful muscles gripped him, pulling him down as Adeline swallowed. The feel of his tiny squirming body as it moved slowly down her throat was the last push Adeline needed. She whooped as intense contractions rippled through her pelvis sending electric tickles from her toes to the top of her head. She leaned back against the headboard and sighed.
Watcher struggled to get his bearings in the dank pit of Adeline's stomach. He was waist deep in what must have been the soupy remains of her dinner. Strange gurgling sounds and the muffled beat of her heart engulfed him. It seemed utterly hopeless, yet he knew he had to at least try to escape. He felt the ribbed wall of his prison and began to beat against it but the tissue simply gave with the blows, absorbing their energy. Watcher heard Adeline's muffled voice in the darkness. "Welcome to my stomach Watcher. You feel sooooo incredibly good inside me." Enraged, Watcher threw himself against his prison.
The electrifying feel of Watcher thrashing about the inside of her stomach seemed to connect directly to her sexual center and, for the second time that evening, Adeline was overcome with orgasmic rapture. "If you keep this up you'll just wear me out!" She rolled onto her stomach fairly purring with sensual delight.
A wave of hot vile stomach acid washed over Watcher. He felt a firm muscular opening but before he realized what it was he was pulled in. He found himself completely submerged in a narrow space that felt not much larger than her throat. He tried to push his way back but it was too late.
Adeline slowly rolled off the bed and padded over to the sink as she reached behind to unhook the clasp of her bra. Her breasts now free of their underwire cage, gently swayed as she put on her nightgown. She hurried through the bedtime ritual of removing her makeup and washing her face. The sensations had all but ceased, the last having been much lower, and she guessed Watcher had already been swept into her small intestine. Pity, she had hoped he might last longer. She fondly remembered the one that had survived inside her until the next afternoon. What was his name? It didn't matter. She slid under the cool sheets and turned out the light.