The light was bright shinning in the entrance of the cave. the warm breeze blowing across my skin reminded me of how naked I was. Only one sock remained. I looked over at Oliver to see him in the same state though not even a sock was there to cover him.

The breeze carried with it a whole new sensation. The smells were simply overwhelming.

"Do you smell that?" he Asked.

I wasn't even sure how to respond as I was barely able to comprehend it myself. It was as if I could smell every flower, every tree, every animal as if it were right under my nose.

"I... I don't know" I manage to stammer out.

Out of the confusion from my nose my belly reminds me how long it's been since I've eaten. In our trailer we find our clothes and some protein bars that Oliver had brought but they don't quite satisfy.After eating some, the normal feeling of hunger subsides but there's another, deeper urge that neither of us can quite identify.

Searching through my mind to find what I need I keep drawing images from last night. still wondering if it was a dream or really happened.

"So.... what happened last night?" Oliver asked.

"Hell if I know." I respond. "Are you as hungry as I am?"

"Yeah." He adds, "Lets go into town and get some supplies."

The drive into town is comfortably quiet. my mind still trying to make sense of the previous night. There were other women back there. But what ever that thing was it was keeping them whereas it let us leave. They seemed real unlike the 'woman' that seduced me. How long had they been there? Was it keeping them alive? For what reason?

"There, on the right." Oliver said, jarring me back to reality.

Seeing the people at the market was a strange sensation. Almost as if I was viewing the whole world in back and white but the people were in bright, 

vivid color. We grab a shopping cart and start down the isles. There's so much food yet nothing looks like it would satisfy. Smells surround us, so many, so intoxicating but it seems like our bodies have developed an appetite for something and neglected to tell us what it is.  I try to focus on these new senses. It's like listening to an orchestra and trying to only the oboe but this orchestra is using instruments that are unknown to us. Then our cart bumps into a young woman.

"Oh I'm sorry!" She says with a shy smile and hurries past us with a brief glance. it's as if the orchestra quiets to give a single instrument a solo. All the color fades from everything but she seems illuminated and so far beyond beautiful. She is younger, probably around 20 years old with dark, curly hair coming down to her shoulders. Her petite frame is well conditioned, she's probably a runner or just takes care of herself. Her blue and white striped sun dress compliments her figure quite well with spaghetti straps showing just a hint of a tan line. The hem flows lightly around her thighs as she continues down the isle. We are both left silent just trying to figure out what is happening but we can't deny that we both have the same, singular thought.

"Something ... " I start,

"...About her." Oliver finishes.

We know there must be something in her kart or around her that is simply wonderful. She's already past the corner of the isle so we go around to try and cross paths again. Two isles over we come to her again. She sees us but quickly looks away clearly trying not to draw attention. We stop and I approach her.

"Hi, sorry to bother you..." I say gently as if trying to approach a deer in the woods, "But something in your cart smelled wonderful when you passed us. May I ask what you're getting?"

"Oh.. Umm... Nothing much." She mumbles nervously, "You're welcome to look."

There isn't much in her cart but it seems to take forever to look over it all because it's so hard to look away from her. The light pink nail polish on her toes that matches her pink flip-flops draws my eye and leads it up her smooth, soft calves and thighs. I try to hide my interest in her though Oliver seems to be taking the less subtle approach and hasn't looked away from her since we walked up.

"So... are you new in town?" She asks trying to ease the tension.

"Yes," Oliver answers, "We've been brought in to study some cave formations just outside of town."

"Oh, so you're geologists?" She asked.

"No, actually I'm an anthropologist and she's an archaeologist."

I quietly watch their conversation while trying to identify this wonderful smell that has us drooling like Pavlov's dog during carol of the bells. It had been gradually intensifying and I started to realize it was more familiar than I had thought. I searched through my mind; where had I smelled that before?

I focused on it letting my mind draw whatever images it could associate. Sheets... pillows... hmmm... astro-glide? That muscular line on a man where his hip meets his waist or the gentle slope of a woman's neck leading down her collarbone... I remember it more firmly now. From my dirty panties and my fingers when I've been touching myself.

... she's aroused...

She's become far more wet since talking with us. The larvae from the cave... their smell made us loose all control. Could that smell be on us and having that effect on her? She shifts her weight, rubbing her thighs together as she does and I notice a small droplet dripping down her inner thigh. She is incredibly wet. I can see the bulge of Oliver's rock hard cock as she flirts and since I've started getting slippery myself, I decide we should take this somewhere else.

"Oliver!" I said interrupting the girl, "Maybe you should help take her things to her car."

"Oh would you?!" She said excitedly, "That'd be sooo nice!"

"Of course! I'm always glad to help a beautiful young lady like yourself." He added.

In the parking lot Oliver and I are on either side of her. She seems increasingly distant and distracted, she's clearly being overcome by her body's desires. As we get closer to the end of the building I see an area partly surrounded by tall bushes. With a nod to Oliver we turn in that direction.

"Wait... where are we going?" She asks. Clearly she knows we're no longer heading to her car but she's too overcome to resist.

Trying to be subtle and not arouse suspicion from anyone else around I lead her around the bushes while Oliver loads the bags in the car to make sure we're not seen. I pull her around, she's in an absolute daze. I take a moment to run my hands along her curves. Through her hair above her ear, across her cheek, down her neck, across her breast, down to her hips and I pull her into me.

"wha..? what are you...?" She says as my cheek rubs against hers. She knows she should resist but she can't. Our lips meet and I taste her deep. Her arms, rather limp, try to push against me. I reach down, lift up her skirt and slide my hand under the elastic of her panties. I push her panties down as my hand moves around her leg finally reaching her sopping wet pussy. She lets out a gasp as my finger moves across her clit and slides gently inside her. As I do, Oliver comes around the bushes. He furiously begins undoing his pants. I turn her around make her lay down on the ground. I'm not certain if she even know what's happening to her but she spreads her legs with no resistance. My whole body quivers with excitement to see his rock hard cock. He wastes no time plunging balls deep inside her. She squirms and moans with pleasure. I begin fingering myself watching this. He thrusts shallow and fast for a few moments then stops taking long, deep thrusts. I try to mimic his movements with my fingers, imagining my pussy being stretched to the limit by his massive cock, trying to convince myself that I am, in fact, NOT jealous of her at that moment.

His thrusts get faster, more erratic. He starts breathing harder and then with one hard, deep thrust he arches his back and reaches climax. He's cumming for what seems like an eternity. He finally relaxes and begins to pull out of her but then thrusts in, cumming again. I can see his cum pouring out of her. Her pussy is actually overflowing with his cum. He stops and relaxes again. he pulls out of her but can barely catch his breath before he begins cumming again. He sprays so much that it splashes across her and even hits me. Seeing and feeling it makes my pussy quiver, I excitedly scoop some with my hand and lick it off but Something is different about it. It's less sharp tasting, more sweet, it reminds me of the larvae from the cave.

"Wow" Oliver says, collecting himself. We both sit in amazement looking over this woman with cum splattered over most of her body. A pool of cum has formed beneath her and slowly continues to pour from her pussy as she slowly squirms and moans, still in a daze, clearly having no idea of what has just happened to her.

"We need to get out of here" I say suddenly remembering the public place we are in. "Her address must be on her driver's license, I'll bring her car around. You load her in and then get our car. We need to get her home."

Pulling up to her house we're grateful to find no one else home and a driveway that goes around to the back of the house. We help her walk inside since she's still almost completely entranced.

"Lets put her in the shower, clothes and all." Oliver suggests.

"Do you think she'll remember anything?" I ask.

"You ask that as if you think I'd know...."

I give him a dirty look and we set her down in her bath. We run the shower on her for a few minutes to wash away the cum then we leave as quickly and inconspicuously as possible.

The car ride is silent as we both try to figure out what to do next. My brain flashes images of him fucking her and it makes my body burn with desire. But why did he cum so much? And while I've always enjoyed seeing a man cum, this time it thrilled me to a whole new level. Whatever that thing in the cave is, it changed us. How and why I don't know but we have to find out before this goes any farther.