Message-ID: <20982asstr$942325800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Keterea@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} Charles (MF+, cons) X-Post-Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 13:13:25 GMT Lines: 324 X-Original-Message-ID: <7s5btb$e12$1@nnrp1.deja.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 193.221.170.178 X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Sep 20 13:13:25 1999 GMT X-Http-User-Agent: Mozilla/4.6 [en] (WinNT; I) X-Http-Proxy: 1.0 x34.deja.com:80 (Squid/1.1.22) for client 193.221.170.178 X-MyDeja-Info: XMYDJUIDketerea X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -5 Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 08:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin A few months ago, I posted this story in French (my mother tongue). I have now translated it to English and I hope that it will please a broader audience. Keep in mind that this is my first story, but please, please, please, let me know what you think. Many thanks to Jen and Mike for proof reading this story. K. Let me tell you about something that happened to me the other day. Well, maybe it did not occur exactly the way I am going to tell it, but would it be as fun to write stories if the author wasn't allowed to change the way things happened? I'll let you guess what parts are only my fantasies and what really happened. First, I should tell you that I never wear pants, and only modest skirts or dresses, never anything daringly short. My friends keep telling me that it is a sin to hide legs as nice as mine. Of course, I really enjoy those comments. Yet I rarely wear skirts shorter than mid-thigh. You probably suspect by now that I never wear panties and would be terribly embarrassed if I walked downtown or went to work in a mini-skirt. Now, I don't want you to go thinking that I am some sort of pervert. If I chose never to wear panties, it is simply because since early childhood, I have always felt terribly uncomfortable wearing them. It has always been like this part of my body needs to breathe. Whenever I was forced to wear some, it seemed to me like my pussy was suffocating. During my adolescence, going to the swimming pool with the class was a real nightmare and so were our holidays at the beach with my parents. Fortunately, no one can force me to go to the pool any longer and I have decided to only go to clothing optional beaches. I share an office with three others. One of them also shares my first name. Sophie and I have been friends for a long time. We met in school and did all our studies together. All our experiments, the good ones or the bad ones, the ones we like to remember and the ones that we would rather to forget, we have done together. After graduation, we even managed to work for the same company and share an office. In school we were given nicknames to tell us apart. I still use mine, "Keterea," but she dropped hers. Most of the time, my friends simply call me "K." The luckiest two guys in the entire company must be Charles and Jacques, because they also share our office. Charles is thirty-something and a professional single. Jacques is married and will retire in a few years and we don't spend quite as much time with him. Charles and I have been playing a game every lunch break for a long time. You may have heard of it. It's called Magic: the Gathering and we played it long before we knew each other. I was very happy to find a new opponent when I joined the company. When a game begins, each player wagers one of his cards and the winner gets to keep both cards. So far, I have won about as many cards as I have lost and have never lost any cards that I really valued. Yesterday, I had to wager my only "Fork" card and I lost it. Those among you who play that game will know how desperate you can get when you lose a card that you like. Back in the office, I was unable to concentrate and get back to work. All I could think of was finding a way to get my card back. Even though he sits right in front of me, I sent an E-mail to Charles, asking what he would trade for the card. His answer came back in a few minutes and left me breathless. It said: "Your underwear! Take them off and bring them to me." I looked at him, trying to figure out if he really meant what he had written. The smile on his face left no doubt. I did not hesitate very long and, to tell the truth, I was quite aroused by what I was about to do. I think that when I stood up and walked to the bathroom, I was driven by my libido more than by my desire to get my card back. When I returned to the office, I went straight to Charles' desk. I walked around it, opened the drawer and dropped my lingerie in it. Then I closed the drawer as quickly as I had opened it and walked back to my seat. I felt like Jacques and Sophie were staring at me. They couldn't see or even guess that my breasts were now braless under my heavy sweater, but they had no doubt noticed that my stockings were gone and it wasn't hard to guess what I had dropped in Charles drawer. Charles waited a few minutes before checking his drawer. I could easily imagine that he would be pleasantly surprised to find, in addition to my bra, a pair of stockings and a garter-belt. Pantyhose are as unbearable as panties and, although I sometimes wear 'stay up' stockings, but I prefer garter-belts. I could also easily imagine his question. It came in an E-mail: "What about your panties?" I answered immediately: "I am not wearing any today." "Prove it!" was his answer. I considered the situation. I couldn't lift my skirt to show him my bare pussy because I knew that, even though he appeared to be starring at his screen, Jacques was really looking at us. This turn of events was really getting me aroused and I felt myself getting really wet when I noticed a box of tissues on Charles desk. I sent him a mail asking him to lay one on the chair next to his desk. Then, pretending to have a question to ask, I walked around to his desk and sat on the chair, lifting my skirt just high enough to not cover my vulva but not enough to reveal more than I wanted to show him. A few moments later, I returned to my seat, leaving the wet proof he demanded on the Kleenex. I knew that Sophie was dying of curiosity and when I sat down at my desk, I saw that an E-mail had arrived. It was as brief as a message could be: only three question marks. I sent her a long reply, telling in great detail what I had just done. I saw the smile on her face while she read my answer. She stood up and left the office. A few minutes later, she returned, walked to Charles's desk and dropped something in the drawer before returning to her seat. She was wearing an almost-see-through blouse and it was easy to make out her small breasts under it. I received a copy of the message that she sent to Charles: "Bring them back tonight at K's place." I had expected to get back my underwear more quickly because I don't like to remain braless for too long. Although not huge, my breasts are rounder and heavier than Sophie's. They are nice and firm and I must admit that I am quite proud of them and that I do everything I can to keep them that way. However, I had to admit that Sophie's idea was worth a little sacrifice. Sophie came directly to my place after work that evening. I cooked a light meal and she chose a bottle of wine from the cellar. When she returned, she left the bottle on the table and nestled against my back. She moved my long hair aside with one hand and slipped her other hand inside my sweater. My nipples got hard before her hand reached my breasts. With the possible exception of myself, Sophie is the person who knows my body best. She was the first person to give me sexual pleasure and the one who gives it to me the most often. I enjoyed feeling her hands on my breasts for a while. Then I turned around and wrapped her in my arms to kiss her. My lips found hers and my tongue sought hers… the doorbell stopped us. I put my sweater back in place and went to check my cooking again while Sophie went to open the door. I heard Charles' voice and I quickly joined them in the living room. Charles had brought each of us some flowers and a present. I opened mine and found a pair of stockings, a lace bra and matching garter belt. I checked the box that Sophie had just opened and it also contained lingerie, panties and a bra in her case. "I hope you won't mind," Charles apologized "But I have decided to keep the ones you gave me and I bought these to replace them." Charles had a lot more guts than I would have given him credit him. I put my hand at the back of his neck and brought my lips close to his, "Thank you." Then Sophie did the same. "The least we can do is to try them on," I told Sophie with a wicked smile. Then I turned to Charles and asked him, "Will you dress us?" He did not seem to understand what I wanted. I asked, "Haven't you ever undressed a woman?" "Of course, I have." "Well," I said, "I am simply asking you to do it in reverse." I saw his face brighten and he walked in my direction. "Begin with Sophie, " I said, "I must take care of dinner." I returned to the kitchen, just long enough to check that my sauce was doing well and that nothing was burning. When I returned to the living room, Sophie was naked. Her jeans and blouse had been dropped on the sofa and Charles was on his knees in front of her, slipping the new panties up her legs. Charles couldn't keep his eyes from my girlfriend's shaved pussy and it was with an obvious regret that he pulled the panties over Sophie's cute butt. Then, Charles took the bra and slipped the straps up her arms and up to her shoulders. He placed the cups on Sophie's breast, then did the bra in her back. Sophie asked him to adjust the cups and he did so very skillfully. Then he put on her blouse. Finally, he did the same with her jeans, but with greater difficulty. Charles then walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I have to admit I was terribly aroused by the contact with his manly body, especially by the hard thing that he pressed against my pubis. He unzipped my skirt and let it fall along my legs. Then he moved back and looked at my pussy. A smile appeared on his face. "I have often wondered," he whispered. "Wondered what?" He blushed. "If you were red everywhere?" "Silly," I told him, "You could have known by looking at my eyebrows." A bit embarrassed, he grabbed my sweater and started to remove it. I lifted my arms to make his task simpler. I was now naked in front of him and I enjoyed that terribly. He took the garter-belt that he had brought and closed it around my waist. Then he took one of the stockings and tried to slide it over my foot. He was very clumsy and I didn't want him to ruin the pair, so I decided to put them on myself. I pushed him on the sofa and after sliding the stocking sensuously up my leg, I put my foot on Charles' knee and fastened the stocking to the garter-belt. Charles was not interested in my stockings or my garter belt. With my leg in this position, my pussy was right in front of him and he couldn't keep his eyes off my wet lips. I put the other stocking on the same way. I even waited longer than necessary before removing my foot from his knee. I took the bra and gave it to him. He slipped it up my arms and placed it on my breast before fastening it at the back. He then put my sweater back on, letting his hands run over my breasts far more than was necessary. Then he did my skirt. Sophie came back from the kitchen and announced that dinner was ready. After the meal, I went to the kitchen to prepare coffee. When I returned, Charles and Sophie were sitting in front of each other, Charles in an armchair and Sophie on the sofa. I put the cups on the table and sat next to my girlfriend. I crossed my legs as I sat, letting my skirt uncover my thighs and the top of my stockings. I noticed a long time ago that a glimpse of a garter-belt has a very pleasant effect on men. As I expected, Charles' eyes immediately moved to my thighs. I said to Sophie, "Poor Charles, we are wearing his presents but he can't see them." "Do you think we should remove our clothes?" she asked. "I think that's the least we can do," I answered, as I stood up. Sophie removed her jeans and blouse and I slipped my skirt down my legs and removed my sweater. I sat, but this time I did not cross my legs. "Have you ever seen a red pussy before?" I asked Charles. "Only in movies or magazines." "And a shaved pussy like mine?" asked Sophie. "Neither." "Would you like to taste her?" I asked Charles. I did not wait for an answer. I moved the crotch of Sophie's panties away and ran my finger on her vulva. As I expected, she was wet from anticipation and I slid my finger inside her. When I removed it, I brought it to my mouth and I started to lick it. "Hmm," I said. I slid it again inside her pussy but this time, I offered it to Charles. He kneeled in front of the sofa and licked my finger hungrily. "You like?" I asked. "I love it." I slid my finger inside my own pussy and offered it to him. He took it in his mouth and licked it eagerly. "Delicious," he said, "may I have some more?" I smiled. I lifted my legs and put my feet on the sofa, offering my pussy to Charles. He put his head between my thighs and I felt the tip of his tongue probe for my clitoris, then lick it. Sophie stood up from the sofa and kneeled behind Charles. I guessed she was unzipping his pants and sliding her hand inside his briefs. Then the way she moved her arm left no doubt that she had started to masturbate him. Charles' tongue started to move back and forth across my clitoris and vaginal lips. He was licking them and darting his tongue between them before returning to my clitoris. That was good, but Sophie's pleasure was as important to me as my own. I suggested that she lay on the sofa and that Charles make love to her. She lay on her back, still wearing the underwear that she had received from Charles, with her head on my lap. Charles put on a condom that I gave him. Charles knelt in front of Sophie, moved the crotch of her panties away and entered her pussy. While he fucked her, Sophie moved her hand behind her neck and slid two fingers inside of me. She caressed the inside of my pussy at the same pace that Charles made love to her. I slid my hand inside the cup of her bra and fondled her breast in a way that only I know she enjoys. Charles did not last long, but we weren't surprised: we had put him in a situation where few men would have lasted very long. I removed the condom from Charles' now flaccid penis and made him lay on the sofa. I knelt between his thighs and I started to lick him slowly from his balls to the tip of his cock. Then I licked the back of his testicles, alternating with soft kisses on his shaft. At the same time, Sophie straddled Charles' face, pulled the crotch of her panties aside to reveal her pussy and sat on Charles mouth. It didn't take long before Charles' erection returned. I helped him keep it up by slowly moving my hand back and forth along his shaft as I eagerly licked his balls. Then I opened my mouth and slid his manhood inside it. First the head, then I took all of it in my mouth and I kept it inside as long as I could. The moaning I heard left no doubt about the pleasure I was giving him and that Sophie was receiving from him. I grabbed another condom and I covered his erect penis with it. Then, I stood up and impaled myself on his shaft, moving at the same pace as Sophie. This time, it took longer before he came and I came at the same time that he did. Slowly, I removed myself from his penis and Sophie got up from his face. Charles still had the condom on his now flaccid penis. I removed it and I also took the one he had used with Sophie with me to the kitchen where I got rid of them before returning to the living room with the coffee and the dessert. We took coffee as we were: Charles completely naked, Sophie wearing her bra and panties and me with my bra, garter-belt and stockings that were miraculously intact. We got dressed. Charles was obviously expecting to spend the rest of the night with us, but I looked embarrassed and I told him that I didn't want a steady relationship with a co-worker. "I'll always have pleasant memories of this evening and I don't regret what we did," I told him, "but I did not expect things to turn out the way they did." Of course, that was a lie and Sophie could hardly keep a straight face. Charles wished me good night and offered to drive Sophie home. "Thank you," she said, "but I am gonna help K. tidy up her place and I'll take a cab home." We both knew that she would not. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ Share what you know. Learn what you don't. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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