Message-ID: <16893eli$9811040537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Caterinka@aol.com Subject: Frankie and Adam III (mf, cons, rom?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: You know the standard disclaimer. If you don't belong here, go away or we'll tell your mother you read erotic stories on the internet. Comments are always welcome: Caterinka@aol.com "Hey, Doll," Frankie heard when she answered her mobile phone. She hadn't expected to hear from Adam so soon, and she felt her heart race like a teenager. Geeeez! "Well, hi there!" she said softly. "Whatcha doin'?" he asked her in that sexy voice that made her tingle. "Working, silly," Frankie replied, trying to keep her breathlessness under control. It had only been four days since she'd seen Adam, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. Her husband and kids had noticed that she was in a very good mood, and that she was walking around grinning like an idiot. They had assumed it was because business was going well, and she didn't bother to correct them. "Oh?" he responded, dragging that one syllable into both a suggestion and a question at the same time, making Frankie giggle. He liked the way her voice traveled a full octave's range when she giggled, going from low to high. "Well, maybe we could play a little pool this afternoon, if you're not too busy." Frankie quickly looked into her Palm Pilot to see if she had any critical appointments. What woman needed to have her teeth cleaned when she could meet her lover? "That sounds like a lot of fun, Adam," she said, her voice growing husky. "Unless we could just dispense with the pool and fuck like greased, crazed weasels in a hotel somewhere." Adam burst out laughing. "I think we could arrange that," he replied. He named a hotel in a town between the two they lived in. It seemed like neutral territory, where they wouldn't be likely to run into anyone either of them knew. Frankie agreed that she'd be there in 45 minutes. "And Frankie?," he said before hanging up. "Mmmmhmmm," she said. "I really want to slide my cock into that tight, virgin ass of yours, OK?" he suggested in his raspy, sexy tone that made the prospect sound delightful. "Well........," she said hesitantly, "I still don't know, but maybe." "Fair enough, Frankie," he said easily. "We'll just have to see, then." As she was getting into her car to leave, Frankie started thinking about the prospect of anal sex with her newfound love. Hmmmmm. She'd been thinking a lot about it since they'd seen one another a couple of weeks ago. Honestly, she'd always heard that it could hurt pretty badly, and she'd had a pretty serious case of hemorroids since her since was born a couple of years ago. But in their phone conversations, Adam had talked about it in his sexy, sweet voice, making it sound very attractive indeed, especially since he wasn't being too pushy about it. Then again, it was a tremendous amount of fun to tease him with the prospect, too. Perhaps she'd just tease for a while longer, to see how much he could endure. The late summer air was hot inside the car, so Frankie pulled up her flowing skirt to let the airconditioning reach her crotch. Actually, her pussy was already hot, weather notwithstanding. The moisture and heat began to accumulate quickly whenever she thought of Adam's thick cock. Thoughts of him made her nipples stiffen, her cunt quiver, her clit throb, and even made her mouth water. Those same thoughts, however, did absolutley nothing for her asshole, which made Frankie consider the anal sex prospect once again. She was positive that it had to have been a male's idea to begin with. She imagined some neanderthal fucking his female from behind and thinking to himself, "Hmmmm, I'll bet it would fit in THERE, too!" whereupon he promptly jammed it into the unsuspecting female's ass, thereby forever giving anal sex its reputation for pain. Frankie giggled to herself, contemplating pre- historic sex as she pulled into the hotel parking lot. She had hoped that Adam would be waiting in his truck for her, lending her the opportunity to flash him as she got out of the car. Unfortunately, he appeared to have already gone into the hotel. Frankie wondered to herself if it was obvious to the hotel staff that this pudgy woman (she preferred to think of herself as built for comfort rather than speed) in the sapphire blue business suit was meeting her lover. Let's face it, how many people checked into nice hotels without a suitcase on a Wednesday afternoon? Because of her ruminations, she was loath to ask the desk clerk if Adam had checked in when she failed to see him in the lobby. She feared he might have checked in under another name, and she didn't want to mortify herself by a discussion with the clerk. She wandered over toward the hotel bar, feeling that all this clandestine nonsense certainly livened up her days. There was Adam, nursing a Guiness in a booth in the corner of the bar. It appeared that he'd ordered a Glenlivet for her, thoughtful man. "Did I keep you waiting long?" she asked as she slipped into the booth next to him, deliberately mashing her breast against his arm and sliding her palm up his thigh as she kissed him. "Well, it seemed like forever, but my watch says about 10 minutes," Adam replied. Good answer!, thought Frankie. He was really great at saying what would please her most without being insincere in the least. "I've already checked in." Frankie picked up her scotch and drank it down smoothly in one gulp. "Then let's go upstairs!" she said as she set her glass on the table. Adam laughed uproariously. "Mind if I finish my beer first, amorous one?" This woman never ceased to amaze and amuse him. Her directness was a bit unsettling at times, but very refreshing. Frankie heaved a mock sigh of resignation, "Oh, if you must!" Adam chuckled and pulled her close, kissing her lingeringly. Frankie was quite certain that at least the bartender and the few other patrons in the bar knew they were lovers by now. "So how's business been?," Adam asked Frankie innocently as his hand slid up her stockinged leg to her soft, smooth thigh. Frankie cleared her throat in an effort to control her breathing. "Oh, it's great. We've .....ummm.......got some great....mmm.....projects working.....right now." His fingers had found the soft folds of her shaven cunt and were lightly, playfully stroking them. "Adam?" "Yes, Frankie?" he asked as he slipped a finger into her drenched pussy beneath the rose colored tablecloth and nibbled discreetly on her neck. "Can we go upstairs now?" she whimpered. The forbidden thrill of Adam's digit sliding in and out of her cunt where no one else could see was getting to Frankie very quickly. "Nooooo," he replied. "I'm still not done with my beer." He leaned toward her for better positioning, slipped another finger into her cunt and began to massage her throbbing clit with his thumb. Frankie looked around frantically, hoping no one else could see what he was up to. No one seemed to be taking any notice of them, and from all outward appearances, they looked like an affectionate couple having a drink. Except for the rapidly rising flush to Frankie's cheeks, that is. Adam continued trying to get her to make conversation as his fingers continued their expert manipulation of her pussy. Frankie was biting her lip and giving monosyllabic answers, trying to maintain a modicum of composure. "Cum for me, baby," Adam whispered in her ear, "and I'll take you upstairs to the room." Frankie struggled not to moan or thrust her hips against his hand, but it was taking all her concentration. This was the most exquisite torture she'd ever been subject too, and she could tell that Adam was nearly as excited by it as she was. His fingers continued their assault on her poor, aching, sodden puss, stroking slowly in and out with two fingers while his thumb worked her swollen clit. Frankie was trying desperately to preserve composure as Adam felt her cunt clasping desperately at his fingers. "That's it, baby," he whispered to her, "Cum hard and I'll reward you with the fucking you deserve." That did it! Frankie's head rolled back as her eyes closed and she whimpered, desperately trying to keep quiet as her orgasm shook her entire body. She was in grave danger of screaming out Adam's name and begging him to fuck her here and now, but she managed to only whisper, "Oh, shit, Adam. Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes." As Frankie's spasms subsided, Adam slowly withdrew his hand and made a great show of licking his fingers clean somewhat surreptitiously. Frankie looked around the bar, but no one seemed to be paying any attention. She found it difficult to believe that she could have had a tremendous orgasm right here in public, and no one in the room was any wiser. "Can I get you two anything else?," the bartender asked as he approached their table. Frankie blushed furiously as Adam said, "No, I think we have everything we need for now." "Adam," she whispered after the bartender retreated, "I'll get you for this!" "Oh, God, I hope you do!," was his fervent reply. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----