Message-ID: <20883eli$9903310437@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ovidsmeta@hotmail.com Subject: Stop it (part 5) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7drlg0$db5$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> I pulled the bathrobe up off my wrist to see the time. One-thirty. Fuck. I should have gotten my clothes and left. She's going to be there all night the kid. I took another drag from the cigarette and exhaled, staring at the cigarette. Keep it up, asshole. You're going to start, again. Who the fuck cared? I shivered, seated on the cold, hardwood floor. It was chilly in the dull light of the hall-way. They hadn't even noticed my exit. I smiled. Sue would be grateful, amazed, I'd left her alone with the kid. Selfish bitch. What was the point? Why fuck someone over . . . I jumped, the cigarette falling from my hand into my lap and I pushed it away, startled at the sound of thousand pieces of hard objects hitting the floor. Glass. Ice. I turned and a woman was staring at me, breathing heavy, at her feet a bucket, overturned on its side, small cubes of ice scattered in all directions. I took a deep breath. Shit. "I . . .I. . I'm sorry," she stuttered, out of breath. "I didn't see you there." I picked the burning cigarette off the floor and got on my feet, a little unsteady, myself. I waived her off, taking a drag. "Don't worry. I'm sorry I startled you." She smiled, relieved, and tugged her bathrobe more tightly around her neck, her hair astray, just off the pillow. "The ice machine," she began, motioning down the hall. I nodded and she stopped. Thirty-five, maybe. Short. She smiled, again. "Better clean this up, you know." I nodded and she got down on her knees in the mess. Nice, junky legs. That wasn't right. Leave it alone. Good grief. She's a mom, I thought, and saw her wedding ring. I walked towards her and she looked up, apprehensive, ready to jump. I shook my head. "No. No. Simply leave it alone, okay." She continued trying to pick up the slippery, cold ice, the task apparently important to her. Clean up your messes or some such nonsense. I watched her. It was getting ridiculous. Come on. Get lost. Leave me alone, in peace. Go back to sleep. It was too much. I bent down, almost bumping her head with mine and took the bucket from her and walked a little down the hall. "Heh," she called out alarmed. I turned the bucket upside down, letting its remains scatter over wider area on the floor and turned back to her, bucket in hand. "There. They'll take care of it tomorrow, okay," I said, handing the bucket to her. She was standing. She was short, pleasant, plain, dirty blond hair. She had a big, brown eyes. She took a deep breath and smiled. "I suppose you're right." I nodded, smiling back. She looked around, uncomfortable. "Uh, why were you. . . I mean, you know, what are you doing out here." I lifted the smoke in my hand and motioned towards the door to Sue's apartment. "My wife, hates it when I smoke, so, you know. . ." She nodded. "You live here?" She looked puzzled, and took a step back. "I mean, I thought there were only private apartments on this floor." "Oh," she nodded, knowing. The robe was a little open now and I couldn't help but notice she had fabulously large breasts. In fact, the robe, itself, came down to about her mid-thighs. Short, stubby legs. A little chunky. A mother, I thought. "No, see, we're in a room on the floor beneath this one, my husband and I and the ice machine . . . anyway. . . whatever." I nodded, smiling, my eyes wandering. She must have noticed my exploration and closed the robe around again, pretending to shiver as we scoped each other out, sniffing, trying to . . ." "Uh," she broke the silence, "I'd better . . ." "Yeah, you'd better get some more ice." She started walking away. "Thanks again." Do something, idiot. You've got nothing else to entertain yourself with for the next eight hours. I extended my hand. "It was nice meeting you." She returned the gesture, nodding, and I held her small hand. "Yeah, nice meeting you, too." We released our light gribs. Nice, warm hand. "I better get . . ." I nodded and then a loud moan mixed in a stifled scream came from Sue's apartment. The short woman dropped the bucket. I shook my head. Sue. Sue. I could see her, between the kid's thighs, sucking, biting, sweating, swallowing. I noticed the poor woman staring at me, backing away. "What . . .what, what was that?" Two incredible bitches in heat. Right. I turned away, trying to act embarrassed. This . . . why not. Get a reaction. I turned again, facing her, blurry eyed. "My wife," I began. I took a deep breath. "My wife is, uh, in our apartment. She's, uh . . ." The poor dear looked horror-stricken, ready to scream and run away. Quick. Quick. Fast. Think. "She's in there having sex with another man." Her eyes widened, as she looked past me at the wall behind. Behind. There. yes. She blinked a few times. I backed away from her, finding the wall and slid down, the robe riding high on my legs, revealing almost everything. I lowered it, sitting down. She continued staring and was about to say something, when another moan greeted us. She shook her head. "Why?" "She likes to do that." And then I noticed a two, diverging, wet streaks down her thigh, coming form beneath the robe. What? Oh fuck. It couldn't . . . It has to. . . "But you," she was continuing. She shook her head. No doubt, her foundation was shaken, confused. "Why?" I suppressed a smile. Same reason you just fucked your husband, baby. She like to get off. "It's what she wants." She took a breath and walked to the wall opposite me, carefully seating herself on the floor, the robe tightly wrapped, protecting her. "It's none of my business, but, I mean, why do you let her do that? My husband. . . " She shook her head. I was getting into it now. He was asleep. A couple of quick thrusts, splurt, splurt, splurt and snoring. She was probably up, all wired, wanting to cool down with a drink or whatever. I shook my head. "I don't want her to do it, but I love her. I don't want to lose her." It still wasn't making sense. Why should it? It was goofy, of course. "But . . . have you ever, you know, you know, watched?" This time I couldn't help smiling. I wanted to roar. I shook my head. "No, of course not. It makes me sick thinking about it and . . ." Another soft moan escaped to the hallway. She shook her head. "God. I'm sorry." I nodded, letting the lit cigarette fall to the floor. Fuck it. A little mark. No big deal. She was coming to her senses, looking around, getting reacquainted with her surroundings. I was relieved. Leave her alone, asshole. Leave her alone. But still she wasn't getting up to leave. Go. Come one. Get out of here. It was still too horrifying. She had to get it out before she could return to her sleeping husband. Go ahead. "I mean, my husband and I, we . . . I don't know. He's, you know, enough for me." I smiled. The neckline of the robe was loosened. The poor thing was getting warm, suffocating. "Some woman want more." "But how do you feel about that? I mean, do you, you know. . ." I shook my head quickly, pretending shame. This is boring. Get lost stumpy. Come on. Go. She took another deep breath and exhaled. "Well, I mean, God this is so weird. I'm sorry. I mean, do you have. . ." I smiled. "No, I have no problems like that. She just wants more. Some women are like that." She shook her head, defiant, self-righteous. "I'm not like that. I've only, I mean, well, I've only been with one other man besides my husband . . ." I raised my eyebrows. Hypocritical little bitch. "No, no. Before I was married. And I loved him, but it just didn't work out." I nodded. "What can I tell you? The only way I keep sane is knowing that she'll always be there for me in the morning, after it's done. I mean, it's not like she does it every week or something. Two, three times a year. That's all." "That's all? What do you mean. Are you . . ." "Look, the act itself is irrelevant. What? Skin on skin. Nothing more." "Nothing more? How can you say that." "The bottom line is she loves me, and that's what's important." "So why are you out here and she's in there banging some other guy." Now I laughed. She was getting mad. "And it's not just skin on skin. It's love, it's, you know. I mean, what if she got pregnant?" "That's not happening . . . you know." She nodded. I took another cigarette out of the pack. I motioned to her more to tease than anything (as if she'd smoke) and to my surprise she nodded. Come and get it, darling. She got up and walked over, a little stiffly. Knees behind your ears, baby? She wasn't that bad, really. Not bad at all. I handed her the pack as she stood over me. She took out one and handed the pack back. I lit her cigarette and she inhaled and closed her eyes. "Wow," she said, exhaling and seating herself next to me," I haven't had one of these in ages. I don't know what's got into me?" I laughed, a gently nudged her, lighting my smoke. "Well, I ususally don't smoke either, but, well, you know." She laughed for the first time. "I'm sorry. It's not funny, I know. I just couldn't help it." "It's okay. I understand." We sat side be side in silence, smoking. The robe was much losely tied on her now. She's trying to tempt me, to see whether I would do anything. Why? Who know? Who the fuck cares? She had massive tits. That was obvious now. That's why she looked short, really. With normal tits, she'd looke pretty thin, but . . . She saw me staring and punched me on the arm. "I can't help you," she grinned. "Your wife's your problem." I smiled back. She was leaving the robe open, daring me. "Do you really think sex, I mean, you know, do you really think it's just skin on skin contact? That's all?" "Very pleasurable skin on skin contact." She giggled again. "I'm kidding." "I know," she said looking at me with her big eyes. -----------== 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 | ----