Message-ID: <17690eli$9811302035@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: Let the tears fall slowly pt 3 - A loving sob (m/f romantic) 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: <19981124105256.27795.00001185@ngol06.aol.com> A romantic tale following on from two previous tales on a.s.s.m and I think a.s.s. There is a little sex but mainly passionate kissing in this piece of fantasy. Don't be too corrupted by paragraphs 23 onwards - smile. And if you have the patience then, I hope you enjoy it all and remember if you forward it/repost it or whatever to give credit to Mira and Milady J A loving sob The train journey, rushing me ever closer to her was a journey of pure pleasure and total distress, tearing me apart and making tears flow from my eyes as I sat and looked out the darkened train window -- tear of joy, tears of anxiety. I had to blink them back when the steward came by with coffee. Even then, I'm sure that he noticed my red rimmed eyes. Oh the pleasure to be with her; oh the pain to have to wait all that time to be able to hold to her. I paused and thought back to how I seemed to have so much more energy since she came into my life, and I yearned for the day when we'd be able to let the world know of our mutual, unique love. It would not be denied for we both hungered for each other on every possible level. Nothing could change things since I had held her in my arms and we had felt the future together. I doubted if anything could have changed things now. I loved her customary vivaciousness, rushing over the paving stones outside her house and jumping on and off the low walls of the fountains in the nearby square. Sometimes she even ends up splashing through the shallows, laughing as the water sprinkles over her face and hair, shouting as she tumbles down, weighed down by waterlogged clothing. She likes me, I know and I hope she loves me too. And thinking of the way she always hugs me a little too long, in her dreamy way, I know this for certain. I was overjoyed to see her waving wildly at me on the platform as the train drew in, knowing she was mine to love and that she loved me too. She looked so fresh and though it was a cold night I could see that under the open furry jacket she wore a little top and shorts or hotpants as she called them. So inappropriate, yet so sweet. Her mouth turned toward mine and our lips touched lightly for a moment. Then again, for a second or two. Then, the third time, her mouth opened and her tongue gently stroked my lips, which then parted to allow her into my mouth. She hesitates, almost slipping over, when she leans to kiss me again on the cheek. There is no one else to kiss for the station is nearly deserted now. Suddenly she pulls back, still and thoughtful - so unusual. It makes me even keener to watch her for it seems fitting on such a gloomy evening. She often makes it seem as if there isn't anything to know about her beyond her public face ever present focussed - no past, no background, no future? But I realise that I don't know her at all for all that I may wonder about her a lot. "It's so good to finally see you!" she said finally, hugging me tightly against her. "And you don't know how good I feel to see you." I stood back and looked at her, commenting to her how sweet she looked. She smiled and looked away shyly. "Come on, let's go," she blushed. As the cab drove along the rain slicked night roads, the quiet purring of the engine put a spell on me. I was relaxed, but alert. And as I looked at her fondly, my passions began to simmer, quietly bubbling and awaiting the hours and hours to do anything and everything we wanted to do! Every once and a while I'd glance over at her, sometimes catching her with her hand clasped to her chest and her mouth half open, lips glistening, like the water drops spattering the car window. When I did, I reached over and wrapped my hand around her shoulders, gently squeezing her to me. She snuggled up, under my arm. "I can't wait to be alone with you..." she murmured, the delicious thought flowing gently out of her mouth as she closed her eyes and gave a quiet moan at the thought of having me again. In many ways, this was the first time we had had the opportunity to fully experience each other, almost a honeymoon for us. The lights from the occasional vehicle passing by the other way added romance to our journey. I started out of my relaxed mood when she, in playful mood, leaned over and whispered very suggestively "I want you to feel my bottom against you as you take my tightness as fast as you can." I took her ever more closely into my arms and shushed her, indicating the driver, who was glancing into the rear view mirror, eyes taking in our proximity and looking jealously at the cuddling couple he was returning to pleasure. If she had been driving, I think that we would have pulled over there and then to pleasure one another protected from the rain and by the rain from voyeuristic motorists. Her hand came to rest in my lap and she made me start with anticipated excitement. I gently lifted her hand to my mouth and kissed her, smelling my excitement on her palm. "Darling," I muttered. " The best things come to those who wait" "Yes," she whispered back, giggling. "They say to be patient is a virtue and my your little nurse hotpants can't wait to doctor your excitement, my dear patient." I groaned at her feeble puns, but had to withhold a moan as she reached down to squeeze the part she seemed most to want to care for at that moment. Then she slumped back next to me and I felt intoxicated with the pleasure of her proximity even though in my imagination in my travels I seem to have seen her kiss a different lover every day. I lean towards her, bearing down, regardless of these concerns though, disregarding these worthless regrets. I rest my eyelashes against her cheek and brush her smile line with my finger. My lips rest on the dimple of her cheek. Another inch and I could just touch her lips. No, I don't need to move my mouth. She moves her lips to me. They are so welcoming; they are so entrancing and they are so, very moist damp..... Time freezes although the traffic still passes by. I feel that I could watch her for ever, with my lips engaged with hers. My eyes remain wide open. I gaze at her awed by her proximity and passion, even as she closes her eyes to absorb the feel of my lips within her body and to savour the taste of the kiss in her memory. The kiss never seems to end as she balances her head on my shoulder. She looks comfortable as she caresses my arm. I didn't think she'd be so gentle, but she is. She doesn't really expect anything of me. She doesn't care. Regret and . . .no, some intangible feeling, wells up in me, threatening to make me choke in my emotion. She sits up, adjusts herself a little and, ever insouciant, she kisses my shoulder through the fabric. I respond by kissing her suddenly when she raises her face to me. I put my hand on her waist, squeezing her to me for mutual warmth. She sees something in my eyes, something that makes her dig into me. Her tongue is wet and warm. We duel for a moment, tongues like dancing rapiers. Her hand snakes its way under my jacket. My flesh quivers through my shirt. It always does at her touch - even a handshake. Her touch is firmer now as she runs her palm against my stomach, within my shirt. She pushes herself closer to me so that we are almost joined, like siammese twins. Her breath is warm on my face, a contrast to the cool night beyond the car window. I watch her, and the thrill of the sight of her gentle breath is my sole pleasure. My breathing quickens as she parts her mouth. She slides that tongue out and runs it around her lips. then she raises her hand to her plundered mouth, kissing the very tip of her fingers and then pressing them firmly to my lips. I place one hand behind her head and pulling her firmly to me. I arch myself against her, the dominant masculine ego, overwhelming my control and the residue of any sang-froid or English reserve. I feel like undulating on the cab seat, riding the leatherette, even as I might have ridden her were this a little more private and less exposed - oh the modest, prurient Englishman straining to keep his hips from writhing - staying under control. I suddently open my eyes and look around, realising that familiar landmarks are appearing outside and I turn back to reality and the driver, with a quiet sigh of regret. "Is this it?" I asked the driver as we pulled off the main highway and onto one of the towns side streets. "Yeah, we're almost there" he replied quietly, containing his jealousy. And then, suddenly, we were there, arrived and out in the shivering wind filled night. I would have payed him quickly and rushed into her house, but when she emerged from the car I had to stand back to admire her from the curves of her hip to the smile on her face. I took her in my arms, just feeling her against my body as her warmth flowed into me. Coquette as ever, she looked over my shoulder at the driver and then planted a kiss on my lips as she began to rock against me. I wrapped my arms around her as we began to kiss passionately, we took turns teasing each other's tongue as I made my hand slipped down to cup her bottom. As I squeezed her taut backside, I relished in hearing her moan and whisper in my ear about how much she wanted me. The driver hooted his horn, and we turned to see him laughing and mouthing 'Good luck' to us, as he disappeared into the cold night. And in the almost eerie quiet, we gradually became aware that she and I were alone and she suddenly looked so sad. Even though it abutted the most public garden square in the town, she stood silent there, looking up at the fountains, playing against the darkening evening sky. So pretty a moment ago she now seemed almost dulled by the reality of the damp night. It's seemed almost ironic, given her habitual liveliness. She turns toward me, eyes glistening in the puddles of light cast down by the streetlamps. Her face is surrounded by dark shadows. She nods and rests her head on my shoulder. I glance down and watch her as she shuts her eyes, and . . . opens them again very slowly, gazing up opaquely at me. Even so we knew we had our own house and our own time and so eventually broke that passionate stare. The lights were off in the empty house and we scrabbled through the hallway. She left domestic arrangements to me, sitting down in the dark in the lounge. I gazed at her shadow against the dark garden window, watching her hug herself tightly in worry? anticipation? I could not be entirely sure, but I could be sure of her prettiness with the only light being the glow of the moon making itself known past the thick curtains. And that soft light that suddenly made me want to see her in all her loveliness. I went to the table lamps and switched them on, to cast a romantic warm glow around the room. Enough light to make our way around and see each other clearly, but not the blinding glare of the the harsh station concourse or sulphur orange of the street lamps, under which I had seen her since my return. She slumped on the sofa, watching me potter around the room, a half smile cemented to her lips -- looking at me amused and lovingly perhaps. Unbothered by the proximity of a man in her house, she looked enraptured, not a care in the world except for the love that she had for me, the love she so wanted to treasure and keep. I glanced over to her and then held still for she looked perfect. I just stood there, transfixed again by the beautiful, seductive woman, who had brought me into her home. My mouth gapped open as she spread her legs and beckoned me invitingly over. Soon I knew I would be pulling down her tight shorts, revealing her panties, soaked as if they had just come out of the wash. For the moment she slid her hands over those enticing shorts, running her hands gently up and down arching herself, rolling back in forth, pressing her fingers to the beloved vee and mimicking me pressing against her as she blindly waited for her finger to be replaced by my throbbing, pulsing maleness. I padded over to her, trying to avoid breaking her trance. I knelt in front of her, looking at her closed eyelids, wanting desperately to kiss them. I waited for her lips to part during another soft moan, then I made my move as I slid my lips against her unknowing mouth. "Mmmmmm, can I suck you now?" Her honeyed voice came deliciously from her mouth as she opened her eyes, smiled and eyed me with hungry desire. She didn't wait for an answer but wrapped her arms around me and unzipped me slowly, sliding the jeans over my hips and pulling at my pants, feeling the bulge through the material. Then her mouth opened wider, my pants gathered under my maleness she leant forward and began to devour me. Her tongue was soon tickling the underside as she took it all in her throat. After an eternity, she pulled back from me and looked up at me with smiling eyes. "So sweet but am I going to be able to swallow the rest you?" "There are other pleasures besides swallowing my love," I smiled. She laughed gently and kissed the tip of my erection, holding me tight in her hand. She giggled: "After you stretch me a little, will I still have to wait?" I shook my head at the ravishing creature and bending down towards her, lifted her up, pulling her over the arm of the sofa, her bottom raised in the air and her head muffled in throw cushions. She seemed to relish this position, as she could just close her eyes and enjoy the sensation. I moved my head close to her bottom as I used my hands to spread her lovely cheeks. I reached behind her and unbuttoned the shorts, pulling them down to rest, empty and forlorn around her ankles. Then standing back, I smiled to see her eager fingers disappearing into her panties, for the sight of her pleasuring herself made me feel so tender and empassioned for her. "My pleasure perhaps my love," I murmured and knelt down behind her to engage in an ecstasy of kissing and licking, of tasting and delighting in her, as she lay against the cushions. Her panties were so tempting...blue silk alternating with white lace in a V-shape over her mons, revealing bits of her dark-haired mound to my eyes. Her scent grew stronger and I lost control, burying my face into the cleft of her panties. With her eyes shut tight, her mouth twisted in delighted excitement letting out little mewls of pleasure. Her hair lay in a glorious sheen across her back, the ends trailing down to the sofa, and I remembered that her fair skin, and her soft hair and her body was mine to pleasure wherever, whenever and however I wanted. I gathered the thin cotton in my hands and lowered the thin garment to the floor to see that gorgeous pink curve that I had so long anticipated. So sweet that I could not resist kissing her on the crown of each elevated buttock. She wiggled tenderly and engagingly, encouraging me to rest my lips there a while and to taste the saltiness of her skin, to feel the softness with my hands as they slid up the parted thighs. So soft and smooth, so warm and so exhilarating to touch! My hands moved up and down her side, then down her thigh. I clasped my hand over the fold of her thigh, squeezing her tightly, those delectable pillars of womanhood that I would cherish for ever -- so kissable, so elegant and so mine. She reached round behind her and parted her behind so that I had a view of the lovely cleft. It was as if she was offering me the treasures of a secret valley, lost in time, but taken for an eternity. The pinkness, giving was to a darkened fuzz and the tanned crinkling of her flesh near her centres of pleasure. I leaned forward to kiss those offering and to place my lips of her glistening nether lips in a binding kiss, that made her shiver with delight. My tongue slipped out from between my lips and I licked and tasted her excitedly, slipping in and out of her, encouraged by her wrigglings and squeals. My fingers began to move back and forth over her sex. I watched her body intently, waiting for that sudden gasp, as if she had been holding back to let the pleasure build. A viscous fluid gathered on the puffy lips and I massaged it into the drier bud above, watching as her little hole opened and closed, in response to my gentle probings. I knelt there behind her, my face inches from her sex and waiting for her to make the next move. She growled in irritation, wriggling her little sit-upon that stuck up in the air so fetchingly, so spankable. I laughed at her visible frustration and stood up, gazing down on the sweet creature. I bent down to lift her up into my arms and to hold her half clad form close to my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and lifted her head up to kiss my lips - lips still wet with the taste of her sex. We broke the kiss reluctantly but breathlessly. I snuggled her in my arms and, lifting her up, lay kisses all over her neck, despite her giggling. She pushed her chest up to encourage me for her top had slipped up leaving those mounds veiled from my sight by only the silkiest of brassieres. "Patience, my love, the night is young," I reminded her and leaned over to kiss her again. She didn't hesitate to plunge her tongue into my mouth and kiss me with all the passion within her. We parted from the kiss and I smiled as she twisted erotically in my arms. My energy would power to new heights of excitement as I turned the light out and carried her up the stairs to our bed of passion as we lay besides one another, or would time lie heavy between two people in the depths of the night. Before I lose myself completely in the warmth of her kisses, would I hear her gasp and sense her tighten against me. Would she cry softly as if she's trying not to. All through my lovemaking I knew she would murmurs to herself. I know it in my heart for she is forever saying indistinct things in my head too. I will hold her, my heart pounding. The erotic delight will build around us, drawing us together. Then all that remains is her. I know the feelings will be dissipated when the sun rises in a few hours. There will be nothing further to discuss ardently, passionately. There will be no role for intellect to play. Nothing to concentrate thoughtfully on. Time is caught between us and she doesn't seem to care anymore. Does the world wait for us or are we just leaves caught in the wind of time? She knows the answer as she sinks into my arms. Her head is again on my shoulder when she sobs her recognition that a kiss, even an eternal one, cannot last for ever and yet, and there is always warmth of knowing we would wake together in the morning, a loving sob of joy as we find one another in each others arms again.... Miramalin 24/11/98 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----