Message-ID: <20546eli$9903140440@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: miramalin@aol.com (MiraMalin) Subject: Can I help you (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: <19990313110806.25152.00000128@ngol06.aol.com> Can I help you She looked around the terminal gazing intently at each couple that passed through the sliding doors and then glancing back at the photograph that she held in her hands -- a slightly crumpled photograph that had been much looked at and one that on one side seemed a little tear stained and cried over. She rubbed the surface of the picture and remembered that low time when it had all been too much for her, when he seemed to be turning away from her and when she seemed to be losing everything. That, however, was the past. Now he was coming to her, not alone, but at least his presence would be a reality rather than the intangible relationship that they had led over so, much time via their computers, the exchange of sweet words and jests, pictures and poetry and even the occasional surreptitious phone call and the rare Christmas and other special occasion mail. She looked up again and blushed suddenly as if caught in a wicked thought at her first glimpse of him in the flesh. There were no wicked thoughts though -- just an overflow of emotion at his presence at last and a hot trembling concern that the reality would be so different from the animalistic creation of her mind that she had shared so many torpid hours with in her bed and her shower, so many moments lying in those intangible arms and feeling the heat of his phantasmagoric breath on her face. She wanted to run towards him and hold him tight to her when she saw the curly head bobbing out of the terminal, loaded down with luggage, talking to someone out of her sight, who even had they been visible would not have turned her gaze for a moment, so fixated was she on the man she saw in from of her, the man whom she craved and desired - yet would physical proximity bring intimacy in reality or merely the banter to which he often resorted when "she" was in the room as he exchanged another telling anecdote with his net friend. She steadied herself and began to walk slowly towards him, thinking of the possible opportunities that this physical reality could afford her. Twenty paces for twenty-thousand fantasies and role-plays to pass through her mind, before reaching over to kiss him in friendly greeting and to shake her hand, observing all the formalities. Twenty paces to consider how she would usher them both into her car and seat him in the front with her to enable her to casually and unnoticed slip her hand from the handbrake to brush his thigh and squeeze him gently, feeling the flesh on him and wishing that his trousers were not so thick. If only it had been summer then there would have been shorts perhaps and bared flesh, under a silky covering of fine masculine hair. Her hand could slip up and down that thigh unnoticed save in his trembling and then, rising up she could squeeze higher, almost touching his intimate zones, feeling the turgid genitalia growing under her firm ministrations, pandering to his fantasies and her desires. She would look in the rearview mirror and see his partner, tired from the journey, sleeping reclining in her seat and her own little boy, who had been so chirpy and excited on the way to the airport slumped against her, sleeping too. Well he had said that she was good with children and even in slumber she looked so caring for her boy that she flushed again feeling slightly guilty at her clandestine fondling of this man, her fantasy lover and the other woman's husband. Things had gone too far for her to relent though. She knew that she was totally in the wrong, yet a moral vacuum seemed to fill her mind as she slowed the car to a halt outside the motel that she had pre-booked for the travelling couple and, on a hurried instinct for her and the boy too. They didn't know this and didn't ask why she was staying too as sleepily "she" booked in for them and retired to her room, apologizing for her lack of sociability. Looking down at the boy and realizing that he was in no state to stay up either "she" took him by the hand and, despite his muted protests, ushered him quickly to brushing his teeth and hurrying to bed, leaving the two of them in the muted light of the motel lobby, silent and alone with their thoughts and their now realizable fantasies, more wide awake than ever before. The desk clerk really didn't want to give them the time of day and the bar staff were closing up, only interested in checking their till rolls, before the night shift came on, and in returning to their own homes, leaving the couple to tryst unnoticed. She took his hand and pressed it between hers warmly, sitting next to him and snuggling up into his arms, like the couple they had so often been in their imaginations. Even though they were roughly the same height, she slumped back in the comfortable seat, enabling her to look up at him, knowing that this would bring out the masculine protective instinct in him and possibly an arm around her shoulder. She was duly rewarded by the advance of his limb sinuously curving around her soft shoulders and hugging her. she leant back, almost pinioning him to the seat, the encircling arm his prison rather than a captivating embrace. she looked up into his green eyes and rested her hands innocently enough on his lap, slowly rubbing her fingers up and down to excite him a little more. squeezing and probing, feeling the contours that she longed to lap with her moistening tongue, the kitten who had finally got her cream. She was almost purring as she pressed down on him, to feel the swell of his turgid member, virile and receptive to her caresses. She loved the idea that a simple touch of her hand could make him so hard for her for real. It made her want to melt and to rub her legs together to reduce the itching sensation between her legs, only to exacerbate the moistening sensation in her panties. After such a long wait she really did desire him now and this was her opportunity, her chance to taste and feel the excitements that nearly two years of on and off flirting had brought out in her. She glanced at the surroundings and saw the night clerk was obscured by the plants around the alcove in which they sat, gazing out onto the gardens behind the motel. She looked up at him, with his eyes half closed in the moonlight and slowly slipped out of his arms to kneel at his feet and again look up at him, teasingly submissive, not to his desires but to her own unbridled passions. She reached up to his zip and held it in two determined fingers for a moment, before slowly pulling it down, hearing the metallic clicking like a sheet of paper tearing, the musky aroma of his concealed sex like the smell of an exotic flower opening its petals for her to enjoy. she reached up to unbutton his trousers and slapped his upper thigh gently to have him lift himself up so that she could pull the garment down. He gasped as she boldly took his briefs down at the same time, leaving his naked bottom in contact with the cool leatherette sofa. She giggled at his whimpering and then gazing down at his exposed sex resolved her features into a serious and determined look, reaching down to stroke the growing pillar of her desires. She stored the shaft gently at first and then, taking it, like courage, in both hands began to rub the foreskin up and down exposing the head to her lascivious view. Her mouth watered as she lowered her head slowly until it was just inches above the desirable protuberance, wanting to apply herself to him and to taste his sex, but hesitating still at bringing the barriers down. She licked her lips and the tip of her tongue just touched the pink head of his organ, giving her a tantalizing precursor of the excitement to come as she absorbed that stiffness into her willing mouth. She could resist no longer and he could not bear her tantalizing him any further either. Even as her head descended to devour his sex, lips spreading to take it into her salivating mouth, she felt his hand on her head, pushing her down onto him, in a gesture of mastery and a belated endeavour to try to control the situation. Yet, with her clever mouth she knew that she was in charge. She knew that her tongue sliding across that hardening male member would rouse moans in him to be cut off in almost fearful dread at alerting one of the staff. She knew that her nibbling teeth on his foreskin, would bring little whimpers from him, like feeding a dissatisfied baby with the most desired foodstuffs in the world. He tousled her hair as her head dipped and rose, in a mechanical cycle, rhythmically bringing him to the peak of excitement. His hands reached down to stroke her neck and she murmured, pausing for a moment from her labours to hum luxuriantly and then continuing to pleasure him with renewed vigour. She knelt lower this time, so that her skirt rucked up. He could see her bare upper thighs glistening with moisture and the small of her back pressing down against the edge of the sofa, led her bottom to bulge out, almost overflowing from her clothes. She watched his wandering gaze even as she continued to suck on the cock standing firm in front of her. She surreptitiously undid the top buttons of her blouse so that he could gaze at the firm swell of her bosom, the blouse flopping away baring the fleshy mounds to his view. He looked down and had the impression of his shaft sliding between her breasts in a curious interconnectivity, a sensation reinforced by the connection of her lips to his jutting manhood and by the eyes staring up at him burning into his soul.... ....as she bent down to pick up his case and looked at him. Her eyes twinkled merrily as she turned from the man to the woman and embracing both of them, murmured: "Welcome to America, I'm so glad you could come at last and I really hope I can help you enjoy your stay." Love and Light Miramalin 3/99 Slip into these folds and be lost with me -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----