Message-ID: <21632asstr$944259001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Allison George" Subject: {ASSM} RP: Black Tie Affair (mf) Lines: 477 X-Original-Message-ID: <8291ld$9u9$1@ssauraab-i-1.production.compuserve.com> NNTP-Posting-Date: 3 Dec 1999 18:20:29 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 Date: Fri, 3 Dec 1999 17:10:01 -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: Lambchop, dennyw, Vulpine, gill-bates NOTICE: This story contains descriptions of sexual activity that should not be read by anyone under the age of 18 whether you're an art lover or not. Any comments that the gentle reader has should be directed to me at: allison_george@hotmail.com This story was submitted as part of the "Sexy Tie Contest" and is being reposted as Mat Twassel has pulled the original site down. My lawyer wants me to advise all readers that this story is copyright under 17 USC Section 102. Permission is given to download a single copy of this story for the purpose of reading it off line. Permission is also granted to archive the text in its entirety on any non-profit web site. Any other distribution including posting of this story to a commercial web site without the author's permission is strictly prohibited. Black Tie Affair (c) 1999 by Allison George - Hey Bill, what's up? - Joan, the firm has some tickets to the museum opening this Saturday night, black tie of course. Marie already has plans for us; if you and Jack are not otherwise engaged they're yours. - Bill, we're free as of today. The weather looks like it isn't going to hold so we canceled our plans to go sailing. - Fine, just give Marie a call on Sunday and let her know how it was. She almost fainted when she heard that Jake Barnes was going to be there for the opening. He's on the cover of Cityscape this month standing next to one of his collages. - Oh my God, I saw that picture! Is he really going to be there? I've heard some really wild stories about him. - Well Joan, I don't now how true the stories are; but he's going to be there. Anyway, do me a favor and give Marie the full report. - Will do, and thanks for the tickets. Damn, I'd better run and give Julian a call and see about a haircut and makeup appointment... - Hi Joan, you didn't have to come over today. You must be tired after the late night at the museum. - Not really Marie, I've been kind of antsy waiting to tell you about what went on. I'll take a cup of coffee if you have some. - Sure thing, I just made a fresh pot for Bill to take to the office; he has some work that needs to be finished in time for a meeting tomorrow. A couple of my clients were in from New York for the weekend and I had promised them dinner a couple of months ago. It wasn't anything that I could back out of at the last minute. But damn it, Jake Barnes; how often will something like this come up. Here's your coffee; cream or sugar? - No thanks, black is fine. Ummm, this really smells heavenly, hazelnut? - Yeah, Bill likes the flavor. I'm more conventional and like a plain Guatemala varietal. So how tell me, how was the opening? - Really unbelievable. I talked to one of the women on the Board who told me that they wanted to keep it intimate. Only a 100 tickets were sold which I guess is a small gathering for something like this. I can imagine that the firm is out a pretty penny for this one, they bought six tickets. I saw both the Smiths and the Cabots who had the other two pair. Of course the mayor was there along with his latest girlfriend. I know how he sees her, I just don't know what he sees in her. She's a total airhead with pneumatic breasts to match. It's a wonder that she doesn't just float away. Anyway, the doc who did her boob job ought to use her picture in his advertising. She was magnificent in this black gown if you like that look, and it appeared that a lot of the men did. The shoulder straps kept slipping off showing a little more skin than I'd like to see but it didn't seem to bother her too much. - She really is a trip. We were at a reception for the city council six weeks ago and she didn't look at anyone except the mayor. It's that look of fawning adoration that turns my stomach. His honor doesn't look any the worse for wear. I'd rather imagine that he gets quite a workout each night. - Hah, I'm sure that she does too, but whether it's from the mayor I'm not sure. Anyway, we got to the museum about fifteen minutes after the reception started. It was a late crowd as is usual for these events, I think we were about the fifteenth couple to arrive. Jack went to get a couple of glasses of champagne and I started to wander around looking at the paintings and collages. Most of them I could do without; his work just isn' t my style. I think that Barnes is too derivative, but that's just my opinion. Anyway, I came to this one picture in a series. It was simply riveting, a woman reclining in bed dressed in a tuxedo, black tie and all. Her blond hair was cut short, slicked back and parted so it looked like a man's cut. Her hands were stretched above her head and tied to the bead post with a rather, in my opinion, garish looking tie... - Into such games are you? - Of course not! What makes you say that? Oh, excuse me I see by the tie you're wearing that you must be Mr. Barnes. - The very same, and whom do I have the pleasure of talking with? - Joan Rodgers. - Would that be Mrs. or Miss? - Neither, it's Ms. and I'm happily married. - Pity, I always pick out the unobtainable ones at these receptions. - I'm sure you're luck will change, there's bound to be some women here who enjoy this kind of thing. The woman's eyes in this painting they're both filled with anticipation and fright at the same time. - Yeah, well that's Brett for you. She's really quite a chameleon, eyes full of expression changing color at a whim. - Jake, here's your champagne. - Thanks love. Brett, this is Ms. Joan Rodgers, apparently she's quite smitten by your portrait. I'm going to move on and mix with the other patrons like a good artist should if he wants to sell some paintings. You two enjoy each other's company. - Don't leave without me this time Jake! Damn it, he's probably going to do it again! I'm sorry, hi. - Hello, does he always act this way? - No, only at openings. I guess it's the artist mentality; all these people here to fawn over him. He kind of goes off the deep end. Was he trying to hit on you? - Yeah, he mentioned something about the picture and whether it was my thing. Do you always cross dress? - No, just for museum openings or when Jake needs a 'man' for one of his paintings. - You mean that most of the paintings in this series are of you? - Yeah, they're all me. Sometimes the hair is a different color, sometimes I've got a mustache or a goatee, but it's me in the paintings. I've always been slender and with small boobs and all, men's clothes fit me pretty well. I'm his muse or so that's what he tells me; though I rather imagine that it' s some of these other women who put a spark in him more than I. - You two live together? - In a manner of speaking. I've got my own section of the house with a separate entrance; there's nothing physical between us, I'm into celibacy this year. I've got this weird cycle when it comes to sex: one year het, one year same, one year chaste as a nun. It really heightens the senses. I started this when I was eighteen and I'm finishing my third full cycle. I usually do OK during the year. December's the really tough month with Christmas and everything, but New Year's eve is unbelievable, all that pent up energy to be released. One year, it was the beginning of a same sex year; this girl and I didn't leave the house for four days. It was unbelievably intense. It's also fun having three sets of clothes to wear. It's pretty rare for me to dress like this during a no-sex year. Usually, its clothes more virginal in nature. - No nun's habits I presume? - That's rich! No, lots of white dresses; sometimes it's fun to get dressed up like a schoolgirl, you know a white blouse and plaid jumper, knee high socks. - It's been while since I was a schoolgirl. I'm not even sure what they're wearing these days. - I think it's mostly jeans, shorts in warmer weather. Of course if you're in a Catholic school it's another story. - Wouldn't know, didn't do that trip, wrong religion. - I didn't either though the religion was right, strictly a public school girl... - God Joan, that's some way to start off the evening. Good thing it wasn't her lez year, you would have been hit on twice from both sides of the plate. - Yeah that's an interesting thought, also a nice baseball analogy given how the Sox are doing this year. Anyway, she was quite striking, but it was the eyes that were intriguing. Even though she was in drag, I guess that's the right term, she had her eyes made up in manner that made them look more luminous to draw attention to what you should really be looking at. She really must be a natural blonde because her eyes were this pale shade of green, quite lovely; I've never seen anyone with dark hair and green eyes. Anyway, Jack finally made it over with the champagne and I introduced him to Brett. It was funny to see his reaction; he had approached us from Brett's rear, all he could see was a 'man' standing slouched against the pillar engaged in conversation with me. I simply introduced Brett as Barnes's companion for the evening. I thought that going any deeper about her would completely be lost on him. I don't think he really wanted to be there last night but was doing me a favor, given my interest in art. - It's funny how they expect us to be instantly excited when they come home and announce that they have a couple of tickets for Fenway later on in the week, yet when we want to go to a museum or a film you get that disdainful look in return. - Actually Marie, Jack is a pretty good sport about these kinds of things. I think deep down he is thrilled to be married to a woman who actually likes baseball and knows Pedro from Tino Martinez. He's really happy to indulge my whims most of the time. I just think he had is heart set on sailing this weekend and the combination of work and the weather got him down. Anyway, the three of us had a rather nice conversation about modeling. It turns out that Brett does high fashion stuff on occasion. She's semi-retired now. She met Jake a couple of years ago in Milan when she was doing some runway work during the spring shows. Jake was there hanging out with a photog friend of his trying to sleep with as many models as he could. Of course it was Brett's year for men from what she told me, so she was receptive to his advances. She moved in with him shortly thereafter. Jack could tell that we here involved in some heavy chick talk, he also saw that the mayor was trying to break free of the group he was in. Jack excused himself and managed to extricate the mayor from a conversation that was almost turning nasty something about some road development project ... - Brett, you'll have to excuse Jack, he always gets a little uncomfortable with girl-talk. He's an only son and had three sisters. His father usually worked late at the office so the four kids had their dinner by themselves you can imagine what the conversation was like. So answer the real important question, what was Jake's reaction when you told him of the annual change in your sexual cycle? - He laughed! 'You can't be serious,' I think were his exact words. I told him that I was indeed serious and that we had only a couple of months left in the year. Well, we had sex in more unusual places during those two months than I ever had before. It was probably the same for him. Anyway, the approaching Christmas season only inflamed our passion. He was inexhaustible, realizing that come the new year, I wasn't going to be available. That's when he asked me to move in for the long term. He even asked me to marry him. I declined. I told him that was a commitment I wasn 't quite ready for, I had to finish out this three-year cycle. Maybe in couple of years; let's give this some time and see if we still feel the same about each other. I think the fact that I told him that I wasn't going to be sleeping with any men during this period comforted him. Anyway, that December 31 was the most wonderful day that I have ever spent in the company of a man in my life. I thought that he would wake me early in the morning so we could make love as many times a possible but that wasn't the case. He rose, early as always, and came in about 9:30 with a breakfast tray. We had fucked like bunnies the previous night so I was ravenous and made quick business of breakfast. He rolled me over on my stomach and started giving me a deep massage. He has this wonderful citrus-scented oil that perfumes the air so wonderfully. Of course his hands began to stray. He started up at my shoulders, each downward stroke went a little lower until he slid his slick hand almost into the crevice of my ass. Each pass brought his hand a little further into that valley and closer to my cooze. By this time my own massage oil was oozing out. My legs were slightly spread and I couldn't control the seepage any longer. My oil coated his hand as it passed over my nether lips. At this point he lost all interest in the massage and I must say that despite how wonderful it made me feel, I lost all interest as well. He put his hands on my hips, signaling me to turn over onto my back. Assisted by a couple of drops of oil, his fingers brought my nipples to full erection. Slipping a pillow under my ass, he began kissing my neck giving the skin quick little licks after the brief suction of the kiss; it was all I could do to remain passive. Each time I tried to return his advance he would shake his head no. He moved south, lingering briefly at my already inflamed breasts, sucking each nipple into his mouth in turn where he would flick it against his teeth, first lightly, then with a little more vigor. This was getting to be too much. I tried to rise up and kiss him in return but he only pushed me back down shaking his head no as though I had been a naughty girl. Well, I was certainly prepared to be a naughty girl in more ways than one! He slid further down, moving from my breasts to my navel, and further to the first tendrils of hair that framed my puss. I began to shiver with the anticipation of where his tongue was headed, small moans, uncontrollably directed by the nerve ends that were being tantalized by his tongue, emerged from my mouth. It wasn't long before his tongue parted those two coral nether lips and began to lick up the nectar that was coating the entrance to my honey pot. He take a quick swipe upwards lingering briefly at my inflamed clit. With each pass he stayed a little longer at my love nubbin, stroking it with increased the pressure. Well, this was way too much for me to handle. A huge moan that began at the junction of his tongue and my skin traveled up my body and out my mouth while at the same time quick sharp contractions started to suck his tongue deep into my tender trap. I can't tell you how delicious this was, time seemed suspended at least until my body stopped shaking. I lay back against the pillow like a limp rag doll until a semblance of strength returned to my body. I sat up and took his cock, which seemed to be bigger than I remembered it. I moved down to take it in my mouth, giving back the love that had just been tendered to me. I was surprised when he pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me slipping his member easily into my channel. I was puzzled but have never been one to willingly turn down a good stiff cock, particularly when it is already in me. His hips and mine quickly found the magical rhythm. He surprised me once again by flipping us over so that I was on top. I made a quick adjustment so that my clit was exposed to the shaft of his cock, and pressed down ever further to build up friction. I started pinching my pussy muscles around his prick trying with each stroke to draw the love fluid out. I was getting closer to my second orgasm and told him that I couldn't last much longer. His prick began to swell and he nodded that he was ready as well. Well, we both hit at exactly the same time, come mixing with come in the juicy mixing bowl that was my own. I flopped down so that my mouth was next to his ear. I whispered to him that I had never had such a big come before. He hoped that I would remember this in two years and I told him that I didn't think it would be possible to forget. - God, if that was me I would have renounced any and all vows right then and there! - Don't think the thought didn't cross my mind! Any way we dozed off, interlocked in each other's arms. He woke me about 3 pm, telling me that he had just drawn my bath. I was pampered beyond belief the rest of the day. We had a wonderful dinner, rack of lamb with a chocolate truffle cake for desert. I told him that I would be pleased to stay on at his house but that I needed the freedom to come and go as I needed, no questions asked. He agreed to that and I said that in return over the next two years, or until he tired of me I would be his housemate on a platonic level. He said that there was one minor condition that he hoped wouldn't be objectionable, would I be willing to model for him? Of course I responded, I would be pleased to do so. That's what led to this series of pictures. There are a lot of photographs as well. He hasn't shown them yet, but I think there is a gallery in New York that's interested in an exhibition. - I hope that this isn't prying, you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. How in the heck do you deal with his sexual needs, knowing that you're not the one who will fulfill them? - I guess I'm accepting of this on a certain level. I know that he is sexually driven, you can see it in his work. I think that the two years of abstinence from one another will do one of two things. It will either make our love so strong that it can never be broken or after he fucks me on January 1st, he'll say it just wasn't worth the wait. I hope it's the first scenario that plays out. - I hope so too! I noticed that the paintings in this series all have this same tie. - Yeah, it was a present for him that I picked up in Milan shortly after our last night together. I was doing some fall shows and picked up the tie from Armani's show room. He thought it would be fun to use it as a prop. He also wears it to all the openings. - Excuse me Joan. - Oh, hello Tammi. Tammi, this is Brett, she's here with Jake Barnes tonight. Brett, this is Tammi Johnson, she's here with the mayor this evening. - Oh hello. Your husband told me to come and see if you were free; he has some people that he would like you to meet. - Go ahead Joan, it was nice talking to you. Perhaps I'll run into you a little later this evening. - See you later Brett, I enjoyed the chat... - God Joan, had I known that something like that was going to happen I would have canceled the silly dinner last night and gone to the opening! That's an amazing story! What I can't understand is how a woman like that can remain celibate for an entire year. It's one thing if you've never been fucked but this sounds too weird. She has gone both ways, seemingly with great fervor, and now reaffirms her virginity. Unbelievable! - Well if you think that part is unbelievable, wait 'till you hear the end of the story. The evening wasn't over by a long shot. - There's more? - Yes, the desert is yet to come. Can I have another cup of coffee? I need a little more caffeine to get through this part. - Certainly, let me give you some of mine instead of the hazelnut stuff. It 's a little stronger. - Thanks. Anyway, I went over to find Jack and make the rounds with him. I would like these affairs a heck of a lot better if everyone wasn't trying to mix business in somehow. I guess it's part of the price we have to pay. We ended up making small talk with the Smiths and Cabots for a while. I really can't stand Elizabeth Cabot. All she ever wants to talk about is that daughter of hers. You would think that this is the only child in the whole city of Boston. After about five minutes of what seemed to be an interminable conversation I excused myself to attend to some feminine business. An excellent time to change a tampon! For once I felt relieved to have my period. I was on my way to the ladies room... - Hey Joan, there's something I really need to show you. - Can it wait for about two minutes Brett, I need to go to the ladies room. - No problem, I'll come along. I'd really like to thank you for introducing me to Tammi, she's just what Jake needs tonight! - What do you mean? It was just chance that she happened over during our conversation. - No matter, Jake has taken quite a fancy to her. He came right over after you left. It turns out that he has this thing right now for women with big tits. It especially drives him wild when he's on a rush like tonight. The excitement of an opening usually gives him an incredible hard on. I'm in no position to help alleviate the problem. Come along with me and I'll show you! - Show me what? - You'll see soon enough but you've got to be really quiet because we're going to peek in. This is the back entrance to the storage room where they keep some of the stuff from the permanent collection that's not on display. I figured that something like this was going to happen tonight and that this was the logical place. Sure enough, I was right. Be careful with the first step down, it's a half step. After that it's clear. Follow me, we can look between those two crates over there and see everything. - Oh my God, I can't believe what I'm seeing! - Pretty interesting isn't it? This is where we get some of the ideas for the tie series. He only ties them up if they consent, it's a nice soft silk tie and won't leave any marks on her wrists. Jake doesn't want to hurt anyone! But look what he's doing with the paintbrush. Even though it's invisible paint, her nipples seem to be turning a deeper shade of red. - I can't see real well because his back is turned to us. Is he doing what I think he's doing with the brush? - Oh yeah, that one of his favorite tricks. He pumps out a little of his come on the brush and starts to draw on her. It goes on a little warm and then quickly cools when the air hits it. It's really pretty neat especially when your arms are hung over your head and you can only wiggle to the tickling of the brush and the drying come. Watch how he is going to paint her clit. I remember the first time he did this to me, he had me begging for his cock within two minutes. I think that Tammi may not last even that long. - God you're right, look at that, amazing. She's pumping her hips back and forth trying to get the brush. - Yeah, but he's not going to let her get off that way. She's starting to whimper, it should all be over in a couple of minutes, though it's going to seem much longer to her. He wants to let it build up and then he'll put the brush away and use his own paint tube on her. - She's ready for him! Oh my goodness, he's inside of her now! - We better get back to the reception, Tammi doesn't need to know that we're here. - If I see any more of this, I'll need to replace the tampon I just put in. How can you watch him and not get turned on? - Oh but I do get turned on. My panties are soaked through. I'm going to have to slip in the ladies and change them. You may think it's a bit weird, but this is part of the fun of being celibate. You can let this happen with the full realization that you're going to have the biggest damn orgasm in the world next January. - But don't you, you know- - Masturbate? - Yeah. - No, I keep as orgasm free as I can. I usually have terribly erotic dreams during the second half of the year, but because that's my unconscious working, I don't count that as a violation of piety. Well, I'm going to duck in and change. If I don't see you again tonight, I'd just like to say how much I enjoyed talking to you. - Same here. I hope everything works out with you and Jake. - I'm sure it will. I think he's probably shot his wad for the night. Doesn 't look like he'll leave me behind this time. Ciao. - See you... - Well you can imagine what I did then. - I can pretty much guess. You rounded up old Jack and beat a hasty retreat to your own bedroom. - Right on all counts. We did get one of the bath towels pretty badly stained with blood and come but it should wash out OK. Oh my goodness, look at the time. I've got to run to the store and pick up some things, I didn't get a chance to do any of the shopping yesterday. Are you up for some tennis later on today? - Sounds good to me, how about threeish? - It's a date. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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