Message-ID: <6490eli$9712161638@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweets1140@aol.com (Sweets1140) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Sweets Stories: Tom Tries Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971216203900.PAA28567@ladder01.news.aol.com> Sweets Stories 1297e Sweets really liked Tom, the man who ran the toy and comic book store even though he was younger than Charlie. He let her touch his fingers where the tips were missing and he said he like her doing that. She had not seen him since that time he leaned against her and held her hand on his hand. She decided to go to his store and visit him. When the door bell signalled that she had entered, she saw a boy come out from between those counters where she knew Tom sat. The boy brushed by her and went out while that bell was sounding, then Tom's face appeared somehow in the mirror up high and in back at the same time that he looked toward the door. He seemed glad to see her. She walked back to where his chair was and stood in front of the comic book and toys rack on the wall across from him. He had taken his seat behind her. She started to reach up for a comic on the shelf above her while she said, Hi, Tom, how are fingers today? He laughed out loud, you remembered! Sweets said, of course. Tom rose to stand beside her and held out his hand. Would you like to see for yourself how they are? Sweets looked at his hand and noticed the scars were red today. She asked whether they hurt. Tom replied, some days, the weather, some days, the cleaning solutions make them sore and hot. Would you like to make them all better? Sweets paused and touched one with one finger, Tom said, right there, that is just where it hurts! She stroked the scars on that finger with her smaller finger and thought she felt a squirt. She hoped he did not notice that touching his scars made her squirt. He held out the other fingers for her inspection. Then she touched each one, one at a time while his eyes closed and he leaned against her. She did not feel afraid. She liked watching him smile that way with his eyes closed and she liked how he smelled of men's cologne and sweat so close to her. She kept on touching and stroking the scars as one whole finger pointing straight at her. It reminded her of something...Tom spoke very softly, you know how much I like this, don't you? It takes all the soreness away and makes them cooler when you do that. You are such a good girl to do that for me, did you know that? Sweets blushed. Tom said, you are so pretty when you go all pink like that. His other hand reached for one of her braids laying on her chest. Tom took his time lifting the braid, then pulled her toward him and she barely balked. He was so nice and round and soft to be near, the bottons of his shirt had threads hanging from them, the button holes were frayed, she wondered if he was married and guessed not. He probably lived with his mother or maybe by himself. He pressed her face against his chest while looking down the aisle toward the front door. She felt a little squished and tried to wriggle away. He held her fast. He said, you are such a sweet thing, is there anything you would like? Is there anything I could give you for being so nice to my sore fingers? Then he released his hold and looked down into her eyes. She said, can I use your bathroom? I have to go pee right now. Tom said, sure, it is in the back. Don't mind the mess, New stock arrived and there are boxes everywhere, don't trip, the light is on the right as you go into the toilet room. She found her way and closed the door and sat down to pee. She looked straight ahead at the door which had holes in it all in a row. She thought she saw movement but then light changed as if someone had passed it. She figured Tom was out where those boxes were piled all around. She had to wait for the pee to start, then she finished, pulled up her underpants and turned to flush. The door opened. Tom stood in the doorway. He said, hold on a minute, Sweets, your dress seems to be caught in your panties, here, let me help. He was behind her before she could turn around. He spoke into her ear. Sweets, can I look at your bum? Sweets did not move. He repeated the question and without answering, Sweets bent over and pulled her pants down, then held onto the seat while he moved her dress up out of his way. He went down on his knees and put one hand on each part and opened her wide. She said, Tom, is that looking? He said, yes, pretty girl, this is looking, now hold still, I have something for you. She stood bent over quietly waiting for what he had. She felt his tongue enter her anus and tried to move away from it. It felt stuck there. He pushed more of it in, then out and said, relax, little girl, let Tom in, let Tom tongue your little hole. She did not want to relax, she wanted that tongue to get out of her. He began to move it in and out and was pushing her head against the toilet box. She said, Tom, please, my head hurts when you push in like that, please stop doing that? Tom withdrew his tongue and kissed her buttocks one by one and stood up. She pulled up her panties, he pulled down her dress and he left the room. She stood there remembering the part that did not hurt when her head hurt. The hole felt nice and wet, maybe that was not so bad. He did stop when she told him to stop and he was really nice and she felt sorry for his scars on his fingers and wanted him to smile like he did while she was touching them. She felt confused. Why would Tom want to put his tongue in there? That was where she pooped. She could not understand why Tom, gentle round Tom, would want to put his tongue in where she pooped. Old men were strange, she thought, Charlie and Sam wanted her pee hole and Tom wanted the other hole. She walked out to the main store and could not see him right away. He had returned to that seat out of sight. She passed down the aisle without looking at him and let the door with bells ringing slam.behind her. Sweets Stories 1297e -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |