Message-ID: <18052eli$9812170430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tiramixu@my-dejanews.com Subject: {assm} {Tiramisu} contest entry: "Black Silk Camisole" (A Christmas Gift forCeleste) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <759qhb$l54$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If it is either illegal where you are, or you are not of legal age to view such material, please stop now. The Black Silk Camisole (A Christmas Gift for Celeste), by Tiramisu. MF, con, mild Mdom/BD theme. Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for archiving in ass and assm. Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com. The Black Silk Camisole (A Christmas Gift for Celeste) by Tiramisu Copyright 1998. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without written permission of the author. The Black Silk Camisole (A Christmas Gift for Celeste) December 10. Fifteen days till Christmas. Ten days till the deadline. Rich Grayson figured what the heck, shut off the engine, and got out of the car. He looked at the gray sky. Snow flurries. But nothing serious. He left his overcoat on the back seat of the car, turned up the collar of his well worn corduroy sportcoat, and walked the short distance to the mall entrance. He hated wearing the overcoat. Too bulky when driving; too warm in the mall. He came to Victoria's Secret, hesitated, then went in. He looked at the lacy bikini and bra sets, the thongs, the silk teddies, and wished he had someone to buy them for. This really made no sense. What was he doing here? He wandered past the nightgowns and peignoirs, idly searching for nothing in particular, and heard a soft voice behind him, "Can I help you, sir?" "No," he muttered nervously. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that sometimes men are a bit shy when they come in here. Is there anything special I can help you with?" She was very pretty. About 5'5", blonde hair which just touched her shoulders, blue eyes, and a slim body. She was mid twenties, and looked much too innocent to be selling, or for that matter, wearing, the sexy things on display. "Not really," he said. "A gift for someone?" she persisted. "Celeste," he said without thinking. "Is Celeste your wife? Can I help you find something for her?" "No," he said nervously. "I really am sorry. A lot of men come in to buy gifts for girlfriends or wives, and they are a bit nervous or shy, and sometimes I'm able to help them overcome it. "Is Celeste your girlfriend?" "That's okay. Thanks. No, Celeste isn't my girlfriend. In fact, I don't know her." "Oh." "I'm sorry. That sounds terrible. It's a contest." "Ah, well, now I understand." Rich heard the smirk in her voice. "This was a bad idea. I should explain." "No, you really don't have to...." "You see, I'm a writer, and there's this contest, 'A Christmas Gift for Celeste.' " "Ah, well, that does make more sense. But who is Celeste?" "Celeste is a reviewer. What I write is on the Internet, and Celeste reviews the stories. Well, she did, but she's kind of retired now." "So were you going to buy something nice for Celeste?" Again, he thought he heard a smirk in her voice. God, she was pretty. "No, I guess it was just for inspiration. Like I said, this was a bad idea." "I hope you don't mind, but I'm intrigued by this. I've always wanted to write. I've written a few short stories, science fiction, but never had the nerve to submit them to anyone for publication." "Oh, I've never been published, but you can post things on the Internet. I'm sure there are places to post science fiction, too, though I've never looked for them." "What kind of stories do you write?" "Erotica," he said simply. "Oh, my," she said. "Now I see why you came to this particular store for inspiration..." "Yes," he said, grinning sheepishly. "Look, I need to get back to work, but..." She hesitated. "I'm sorry. I'm usually not so forward, especially with strangers, but I really am intrigued. About the writing, that is," she added hastily. "Anyway, I have a break in 20 minutes. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee? I'd really like to hear more about writing stories for the Internet." Rich couldn't believe it. Was this pretty young girl coming on to him? She was too young, really, maybe fifteen years younger than he. "Sure," he said without further thought. "Great," she said enthusiastically. "I'll meet you at Starbuck's at four o'clock." Rich looked on in awe as she turned to walk toward the next customer. She looked great in a Christmas-y red skirt and white blouse. The skirt hugged her slim hips and perfect ass. He wondered what she'd look like in the black silk camisole and bikini set he was admiring a minute ago. Enough of that foolishness, he thought, and left the store. The twenty minutes seemed a lot longer, but finally it was four o'clock, and there she was at a small table in front of Starbuck's. "Hi," he said. "Hi. By the way, I'm Cathi, with an 'i'. And a 'C', for Catherine." "Hi Cathi, my name's Rich." "Uh huh," she said suspiciously. "A pen name I suppose." "No, my pen name is Dick." "Oh, no!" "Oh, no?" "A rather obvious pen name for a writer of erotica. What is it? Big Dick or something like that?" He was embarrassed. "No, Dick Long." Cathi laughed. "Oh no, really? That's so obvious. You can do better than that." "Like what?" he asked, not sure whether to be annoyed. "Oh, I don't know, something sensual, like 'Red Silk', or maybe something sinfully delicious, like 'Tiramisu'." "Hmmm." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be critical. It just struck me as kind of funny." "That's okay. And maybe you have a point." As they sipped their coffee, they got to know each other. The conversation flowed easily, and they laughed a lot. Rich explained that he was a self employed financial advisor, divorced, no kids, loved to ski, play tennis, and travel. Cathi explained that she was never married, though a long term relationship had ended a few months ago. She was working part time at the mall and going to graduate school for her masters degree in art history. She was freelancing as a graphic designer, too, but really wanted to be a museum curator. She also loved to ski, play tennis, and travel. She was 26, and she didn't seem at all concerned about the 16 year difference in their ages. He hoped he'd see her again. And she teased him, and he loved it. "So, Dick Long," she said, "were you fantasizing about Celeste in that sexy black camisole you were looking at when I came up to you?" The truth was, right now he was fantasizing about Cathi in that black silk camisole, fantasizing about sliding the panties down over her hips, caressing her thighs, sliding the camisole up.... "Well, Dick Long? Lost in fantasies about Celeste?" He blushed. "No, no." She giggled. A cute, friendly, teasing giggle, with a warm smile. "So, Rich, tell me about writing for the Internet.." Rich explained how he'd discovered the newsgroups and archives, explained that Celeste was one of the regular reviewers of stories on the Internet, and how over the years, the stories had gotten quite literate. Many were quite well written, with characters who could be real people. Even some of the wilder, less believable stories had some artistic merit to them. Cathi listened intently, then asked, "And what kind of stories does Dick Long write?" Rich took a deep breath, then replied. "Well, I often write stories with a light bondage or domination and submission theme." Cathi flushed, then gave her nervous sexy giggle. "Whips and chains, huh?" Was she turned on by the idea of bondage stories? Was the giggle a nervous attempt to hide it? "No, nothing like that. S and M is different. I don't write about pain, just pleasure." "Ohh. I see. Like how, for instance?" He was a bit nervous talking about this, but she asked. He explained, "Well, perhaps a man will have a woman get naked, tie her up, and tease her. Make her beg him to let her come, and keep teasing. When he finally lets her come, it's incredible of course." He watched for her reaction. She swallowed, then said simply, "Of course." "Or perhaps," he continued, "the woman would tie the man up and do the same to him." "Uh huh." He decided to explain further. "Actually. I've never done most of the things I write about, but I've always found that such stories were a turn on for me. To me though, the best thing is when two people are really into giving each other as much pleasure as possible. The idea of one person surrendering to another is quite exquisite. The idea of not knowing what to expect is very exciting. And the idea of one person using his or her imagination to create a scene to drive the other wild is really something special." Cathi had grown quiet. But she seemed very interested. "Yes," she said. "I see." She thought for a moment, then added , "Tell me about one of your stories." "Well, there is one story I'm working on. These two people see each other from time to time in a business context. Over the years they've become good friends. Helped each other get through difficult divorces, etc. There's been an attraction for a while, but they never acted on it, but finally, one day, he asks her out to dinner. She accepts." "Yes." "The story is written from her point of view. She is nervous and very excited. Over dinner, the conversation turns to his divorce and it turns out he wanted a fuller sex life, wanted to explore some of the more interesting things, you know, like I talked about before. On the other hand, our heroine had always been content with a very simple sex life, never really thought about anything kinky, but she was intrigued. She wanted to explore, and he could sense it. And so she became submissive and he drove her wild." "Oh no you don't! Now you've got me all curious. Give me details!" "Okay. Well, they start flirting outrageously over dinner. It gets very sexy. Eating oysters, feeding each other. Things like that. You'd have to read it. Anyway, she is getting turned on and he senses it and decides to go for it. He asks what she's wearing under her dress and she tells him. He tells her go to the ladies room and remove her underwear. She does. There's a lot about what's going on in her head. He tells her she can stop anytime, that they'll still be friends, but if she stops, then this part of their relationship will end." "And she agrees to go on?" "Yes." "And?" "Well, she is really excited now. He tells her he wants to taste her. She is confused. He tells her to touch herself, then let him taste her on her finger." "Oh my." "All through dinner he teases her. It builds gradually. He explains that she is not allowed to come unless he tells her to. Maybe, he won't let her come, because the not knowing will make it more intense for her. That sometimes, it will be just about his pleasure, but mostly, it will be for her. He wants to learn how to drive her crazy, give her the most intense pleasure possible." "Ohh," she said. Was she was getting turned on? "He tells her he might tease her all through dinner. Maybe linger for a long while over coffee. Maybe he won't let her come, or maybe he will." "Right there, in the restaurant?" "Yes." "Oh, wow. And?" "At the end of dinner, well, you'd have to read it, but things get really hot. She is touching herself as he instructs, and he is kissing her and whispering to her what he wants her to imagine he is doing to her. She has a shattering orgasm right at the table, fighting not to scream" "Oh, God, Rich." Suddenly, Cathi looked at her watch. "Oh no. I'm fifteen minutes late." Hurriedly, she got up to leave. He called after her, "Wait, Cathi, can I see you again?" But she was gone. *** Cathi found it nearly impossible to keep her mind on her work, and being surrounding by all the sexy things at Victoria's Secret didn't make it any easier. She couldn't get that story out of her mind. She'd gotten wet hearing about it, and now she couldn't forget it. Would Rich want to actually do something like that? Would he want to do it with her? Rich was older, but that was good. Maybe 40, or so. His touch of gray made him look even more handsome. His blue eyes were awesome. And he looked hot in his corduroy sportcoat and faded jeans. Cute butt. And the guys her age were just so selfish in bed. Well, anyway, Joe certainly had been. Hell, he'd been selfish about everything, which is why she'd finally broken up with him after four years. And before Joe, well, there hadn't been much... Imagine, that woman in the story, fingering herself in that restaurant and coming like that. She could never do anything like that. But it had excited her. She realized she wasn't sure if she was more turned on by Rich or the story. Both, probably. Damn. The way she'd run off. She'd been surprised by her reactions to him, and a bit frightened. And the time had flown. She was so late getting back. But would she see him again? Well, he knew where she worked. But maybe he thought he'd scared her off. Would he come to the store? *** Rich sat at the table. She ran off so fast. Maybe she hadn't heard him when he called after her. Or maybe he'd made her so nervous that she had simply run away. Maybe she decided he was some kind of dangerous pervert or something. But he couldn't get her out of his mind. She was so sweet and pretty, and she did seem interested in the story. Or in him. Well, only one way to find out. He walked back to Victoria's Secret and spotted her arranging bras near the back of the store. "Cathi," he said softly as he approached her from behind. She jumped when she heard his voice. "Oh!" she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. You ran off so fast. I called after you but I guess you didn't hear me. I was hoping I could see you again." "Okay," she said quickly. "When?" he asked. "I get off at 8." "I'll meet you here then?" She hesitated, then said quickly, "No! Here, let me give you my address. Can you come at 9:00?" "Sure." "Great," then impulsively, she added, "Maybe I'll help you write that story for Celeste." *** At precisely 9 PM Rich appeared at her door. He held out a single red rose to her when she answered the door. She still wore the white blouse and red skirt. Perfect. "Hi," she said. "Hi, Cathi." She just stood there in the doorway. She seemed nervous. He broke the silence. "Cathi, if you're nervous about this..." "No, please, I'm sorry. Come in." He smiled. "Thank you." He was still holding the rose. Finally, she took it. "The rose is beautiful, Rich, thank you." "You're sure you're okay? Would you like to go out for a drink or something?" She hesitated. She was nervous. "No. I have to admit, I am nervous. Actually, I couldn't get that story out of my mind all day. My reactions to it were kind of scary." "The idea of submission like that turned you on." She took a deep breath. "Yes." "Would you feel better if we went out. So we weren't, you know, alone?" She thought for a moment. He could feel her tension. Her inner struggle. He knew what she wanted, or he thought he did. But he knew she was afraid. He knew what he wanted, too, but he wasn't foolish enough to rush her. Maybe he should insist they go for a drive or something. "No," she said, interrupting his thoughts. "Can I get you a glass of wine?" "That would be nice." They were still standing in the entry hall. She led him into the living room where she showed him to a nice overstuffed sofa which faced a wall unit with a TV, stereo, and bookshelves. There was also a coffee table, and an arm chair with a table and lamp next to it. She left him and went into the kitchen, and returned with an open bottle of chilled Chardonnay and two glasses. One glass had just a bit of wine remaining in the bottom. She filled the two glasses, and gave him the fresh one. She slipped off her shoes and curled up on the sofa next to him, tucking her legs in under her. She held up her glass. "To Celeste," she said. He grinned. "To Celeste." "So," she said. Again, she seemed nervous. "Tell me about the story for Celeste?" "What about it?" "What are you going to write about?" He thought for a moment. "How about a guy who goes into Victoria's Secret, and meets this absolutely beautiful, charming, sweet young woman." She blushed. "Uh huh." He decided to take a chance. "The problem with the story is this. It's easy to create sexual tension. But we can't just have these two people who don't know each other jump into bed. It's certainly believable enough that the guy would want to, but stories about women who'll jump into bed with just anyone are a dime a dozen, and not very believable. No, this woman has a sweetness and innocence. She won't just jump into bed with this guy, and if the story drags on and on about how they get to know each other over a period of time, well, the reader who wants a sex story will lose interest long before they get to the good parts." "I see. You're pretty serious about this writing." "Yes, I am." "And you post these stories on the net?" "Yes." "I have a computer. Can I read the story you were telling me about?" She led him to the bedroom, where the computer sat on a desk against the wall. She signed on, and he directed her to the newsgroup where she found the story, "Rebecca." Nervously, he sat on the bed as she read. The story was pretty short, but it seemed to take her forever to read it. His only clue to her reaction was the occasional "oh" he heard hear mutter. Finally, she finished. She turned off the computer and stared at the blank screen for a few moments. She turned to him. Her face was flushed. "My God, Rich. That was incredible." "Thank you." "I've never read anything like that. It was..." He smiled. "Wow. So," she added, "what about this story for Celeste?" "Yes?" "Well." She hesitated. "Perhaps..." "Yes." "Well, maybe this woman talks to this guy about these stories he writes, and maybe it touches something deep in her soul. Maybe something she never quite realized was there, or never quite admitted. Maybe she has some guilt about sex because she was raised Catholic." There was a long pause. Cathi bit her lower lip. Darkness descended over her face. "Maybe..." she continued. "Maybe she's only had a few relationships with men because she's uptight. Maybe the only two guys in her life she trusted enough to be intimate with were selfish pigs and never really cared about her." Cathi paused again, then said softly, "I dunno, maybe she's never had an orgasm..." She was visibly upset. He stood next to her, put an arm around her. "Are you okay, Cathi?" She rested her head on his chest. Took a deep breath. "Yes." Then she went on, a little more calmly. "So, maybe she is ready to explore." Rich looked at her, looked into her eyes, trying to read her. "Do you think she's ready? he asked finally. Cathi looked at the floor, then slowly looked up. Her eyes met his. Slowly, she reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the black silk bikini. Then she began to unbutton her blouse. As she undid the buttons, the black silk camisole came into view. As she undid the last buttons, she exposed the bare flesh of her smooth stomach above the bikini. She stood before him. Stockings. Camisole. Bikini. Black. Sexy. She took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and said simply, "Yes." END Copyright 1998 Tiramisu Author's note: The Story "Rebecca" can be found at http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17980.txt -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----