Message-ID: <20666eli$9903200427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: The Young Girl Erotica Repository Subject: TYGER: "The Framemaker's Shop" (Mf ped mast) AIM=555 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: <19990319213705.6159.qmail@nym.alias.net> WARNING! This article contains adult fiction and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 or under the age of majority and consent as defined by your community and government. I am not the author of this story, only the poster and archivist. If known, the author is credited. Copyright remains with the author and any copyright notices along with last known contact information for the author is included if available. This story is posted by and from The Young Girl Erotica Repository (TYGER). http://www.asstr-mirror.org/~tyger/ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger Contact tyger at tyger@nym.alias.net For an explanation of the ratings (AIM), see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/tyger/ratings.txt rating: Arousal=5 Inhibition=5 Mechanics=5 Synopsis: A young girl visits a framemaker in his shop regularly after school, and through body language and eye contact, they recognize their mutual desire. Comments: The only complaint I have with this story is that it isn't long enough. I want to know what happens next. The Framemaker's Shop >From the very first day I saw her I was sure that she was given to erotic mischief. Some gleam in her eye, or the way she would occasionally absentmindedly dig at her crotch, or perhaps her abandoned way of sitting with legs and skirt in sweet disarray first aroused my scandalous desire. She would come to watch me work in my shop in the afternoon after school. She was, I believe, in the fourth grade when I first saw her; long dark hair and short skirt. And always the faint odor of pencils and perspiration. I was twenty-eight, single, and a picture framer. Whenever she came into the front of the shop she would call out, "Hi! It's me, Angie." And I would always answer, "Hi, come on back here." The back part of the shop was not visible from the front showroom. While I cut and assembled the frames she liked to sit on my workbench, her bare legs dangling and swinging. The first time I actually did anything was not very bold. I asked her to stand on the bench and hold a part of a frame for me while I fitted another piece to it. She was happy to help, and not at all shy. She stood unconcerned in front of me, her thighs just at eye level. The piece was large, and I had her hold it in a way that made her lean over the frame, one upright piece pressing against her groin. As I fitted the other piece I "accidentally" moved the frame this way and that, causing part of it to rub and press against her. A few minutes of this and I saw her gradually shifting her position so that the frame rubbed more directly against her crotch. I was not surprised, but I was quite excited. I had guessed at once that she was a sensual child, and I saw that my suspicion was confirmed. Her eyes took on a vague, dreamy look as I continued the indirect stimulation. "Hold it tight, now, I'm almost finished," I said. And I placed my left hand on her leg as though to steady her as I pressed the pieces together. For just a moment I held my hand against the back of her upper leg and pressed her gently against the frame, still moving it against her crotch. And in that breathless moment I saw her eyelids flutter and close, her lips part in an unmistakable sigh. I wanted her to know that I knew, so as I removed my hand I slid it up her leg and just brushed my fingertips over her panties where they covered her crotch. It was the briefest of touches, but it elicited a tiny gasp and an involuntary glance. I met her eyes and the communication was instantly complete: she knew that I knew her desires, and she knew that I was mischievous in that way too. For the time being that was enough. Two days later she was back again, this time just as I was locking up. I had already thrown the catch on the door, so as I closed it behind her it locked. I'm not sure whether she realized this or not, but later on she seemed to have no fear of being interrupted. I noticed at once that she was quite agitated -- somewhat nervous and flushed -- eyes a shade too bright. She strolled into the back, but this time she headed for the couch. Sensing her intentions, I sat beside her at once. "Whew, am I tired," she said, in mock exhaustion, "I ran all the way." Somehow I knew this was not really true, but rather a gambit of some sort. Or perhaps a ruse to cover her flushed breathlessness. "My leg aches something awful -- I think I'm getting a cramp," she said. And I began to see her scheme. She had been thinking about my hand on her leg, and, at age ten, she had come back for more. Well, I certainly intended to cooperate. "Would you like me to rub it for you?" I asked. "Oh, yes. Would you please? It feels like it's all up in knots." As she spoke she turned on the couch and put her left leg in my lap. She was wearing white panties, slightly soiled at the crotch. I began massaging her calf gently, noting with no surprise that the muscles were soft and relaxed. "This may take a while," I said, "so just lie back and get comfortable." "Ok, I'm in no rush. I don't have to be home for over an hour." And she lounged back against the arm of the couch. My hand worked slowly up to her knee and down again. Her skin was perfectly smooth and soft. As the moments passed I could see her eyes taking on that dreamy look. This was obviously what she had come in for. How far did she want me to go? I was certainly aroused, though the evidence was hidden by my loose shirt. I moved my hand above her knee. "Is it sore up here too?" I asked, still playing along with the game. "Um hmm," she said. "You are making the ache go away, but don't stop yet." I moved my hand up to her lower thigh and continued a gentle rubbing motion, sometimes just letting my fingertips brush over her smooth white skin. The minutes passed, and it was becoming obvious that this had gone on far too long for a simple leg rub. The pretense was wearing thin. Moving my fingers higher on her thigh, I began what could only be described as a caressing stroke. "Does this make you feel better," I asked, in a new, quiet voice. "Yes," she answered, almost in a whisper. My fingers stroked her leg softly back and forth just below the hem of her short skirt. Gradually I eased my hand around to the inside of her leg, touching her inner thigh with a gentle caress. She was becoming very excited. I could see her chest heaving as she tried to hide her panting. The back of my hand was brushing against her other thigh. "Do you want me to stop?" Instantly, she shook her head "no". Slowly I pushed my hand further up between her thighs, going completely under her skirt. I saw her eyelids flutter and close, then she shifted her position and spread her legs farther apart. She also ended up with her left calf pressing against my swollen organ. Her thighs were now completely open, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her crotch. She lay sprawled back with her eyes closed. I slid my fingers up her thigh until I was almost touching her panties, then I touched her with teasing strokes all around her upper thighs. My fingers traced along the edge of her panties, just brushing the skin. She had begun to tremble noticeably. With my other hand I pressed her calf against my erection and moved it against me. She understood and kept up the motion when I let go. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed. Finally I let my fingers brush over the strip of white panties between her legs. I felt her whole body twitch in response. I did it again, lingering a moment for a longer touch. The cloth was soaked through. "Do you like that?" I whispered. "Oh, yes," she breathed. I moved my fingertips along her crotch and caressed her there. I could feel her swollen, pouting lips through the cloth. She was trembling violently. I took one of her hands and placed it against my penis, then I unzipped my pants. After a moment's hesitation she slipped her hand inside my pants and pressed against my penis through my shorts. She began moving her hand against me. I placed my hand against her crotch and rubbed the whole area with a circular caress. In a moment I felt her hand against mine at her crotch, then she hooked her panties with her fingers and pulled them partially down and out of the way. They hung limply between her legs. When my fingers moved back up her thigh they slid inside the loosened panties and up to her bare slit. With surprising wantonness she pressed my fingers against her and moved them up and down. She was very wet, and my fingers slipped between the soft lips and into the tender liquid folds. At the same time she found the opening in my shorts and I felt her warm hand against my aching penis. She did not try to take it out, which was just as well as far as I was concerned. Completely lost in pleasure, she pumped her hips as my fingers explored her juicy crotch. I found her clitoris and gently caressed the tiny swollen shaft between two fingers. This was tremendously exciting for both of us. She let her head roll back against the arm of the couch. Her hand inside my pants pressed and rubbed deliciously. She was a virgin, of course, but her opening was large enough for my little finger. I pressed it into her very slowly, letting her do it herself by pressing up with her hips against my hand. She was almost gasping as she felt it sliding up inside her a little farther with each thrust of her hips. Soon it was deep inside her, slipping in and out and exploring her tight channel. I put my palm against her clitoris and massaged it gently at the same time. To my delight her gasps were turning into moaning sighs. She seemed to be building toward an orgasm. Timing my movements to match hers, I continued fingering her. She was much looser than I had first imagined. I gradually removed my finger and quickly replaced it with the long middle finger. It slid in easily, moving up into her snug quim. This deep penetration suddenly brought her to the brink. With her free hand she pressed my hand hard against her and moaned loudly as she arched her back and pumped strongly. She grabbed my shaft and rubbed it up and down vigorously as she started to come. I just leaned back and let myself go. She came in a full-blown storm of lust and ecstasy. Spasm after spasm gripping and holding my finger. And my own climax peaked, the hot gushes flooding out inside my shorts against my lower stomach. We subsided slowly and lay resting, exhausted, still gently touching and caressing. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- an121124@anon.penet.fi (Danny_S) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----