While Jon was feeling more than a little aroused by being a helpless passenger in this strange woman's body, he did feel a little frustrated by the complete lack of control that he had over her body. Not that he wanted to be in complete control, mind you. His whole fantasy centred on him being unable to affect change, forced to live her life as she saw fit, feeling everything she did, while still having his own thoughts. A little bit of control, though, would be nice. He couldn't, for example, get her to lower her head and look at her body, or sneak a peak in a mirror to see who she was. Not only was Jon at her mercy, without being able to even move her eyes a tiny bit, he was a the mercy of a stranger.
Beneath the table there were very few clues as to who he was inhabiting. His whole experience so far had been between the knees of a strange man who, for some reason, was naked, at least from the waist down. The taste of the man's semen still lingered in Jon's memory, and while he worried that he would never be able to forget that taste, the experience of performing oral sex on him, or at least being forced to experience the body he was in performing oral sex, had been oddly exciting. He wished it hadn't been so, but it had.
"Happy birthday, baby," he felt his lips move around the words which came unbidden, the same lips that then leaned forward and kissed the still erect penis on the tip, then followed up by moving his lips slowly down the shaft, lovingly kissing its entire length.
Hearing the man shudder with pleasure, Jon hoped this sign of affection wouldn't lead to another blowjob, not that he would be able to stop it if that was what the woman had in mind. He was rewarded, though, as once she reached the base of his erection, she began to crawl backwards from under the table. Her eyes glanced down as she did, and he was able to see that the woman's hands were well pampered, long painted nails, soft skin, and a large diamond on the ring finger of her left hand.
"Candy," the man complained in a whiny voice, "come on! Don't leave me aching like this!"
Jon again heard the girlish giggle coming from the mouth he could feel but not move. The body he wore stood up and took in the man sitting at the table. He wasn't just naked on his bottom half, but his entire body was on display for Jon to assess through Candy's eyes. He was young, probably only eighteen or nineteen. Young and overweight. Thick glasses sat on his face, and large rolls hung on his torso. His light brown hair cut in an entirely unstylish fashion. The entire package was, by Jon's estimation, a very unattractive young man, the kind that probably wouldn't be able to get very far with any woman at all.
Candy, for some reason, seemed to think differently. As soon as Candy looked at this man, her vagina quivered and her nipples stiffened. Jon felt every shock of attraction, every wave of arousal. This fat nerd was, inexplicably, the sexiest man that Candy could imagine, and while Jon logically knew that this was nonsense, he couldn't help but feel what Candy was feeling at the same time.
"You're just going to have to wait, babycakes," Jon felt Candy coo, "because I've got a much better surprise coming. You'd better just relax and recharge your batteries."
Then Jon felt Candy's body turn and sway out of the room, leaving her naked lover alone at the table. With every step he could feel her excitement growing at what was coming next. He only wished that she would give him a clue as to what that was. Or that she would stop by a washroom so he could see who he was stuck inside. As it was, while the ride he was on was great, he hoped that any experiences he had while being inside Candy wouldn't change him too much.
