Message-ID: <21738asstr$944899801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Tyrone Lamayer" Subject: {ASSM} Festive Shopping Lines: 107 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.3110.3 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 00:08:01 GMT Date: Sat, 11 Dec 1999 03:10:01 -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: IceAltar, dennyw Festive Shopping Fiction by Tyrone Lamayer Browsing around an old musty second hand shop in a mall on holiday I found a trinket which I bought as a present for my girlfriend. It looked like a brooch but where the pin should have gone was an almost illegible inscription "SHIFTER". It didn't look like much but it had lots of shiny stones embedded in the front and it looked mysterious. She likes stuff like that. We had come home and I was touring the local mall in our town looking for christmas presents. I spent ages waiting in checkout queues and was starting to get a bit bored when I noticed a particularly striking woman in front of me. Her turn came and she paid for her stuff and and I reached into my pocket to get my wallet. My hand fell on the brooch thing I had bought for Steph. I pulled it out and rubbed some fluff off one of the stones. Everything went quiet. Nobody was talking. There was no buzz from the till drawers. I looked around me. Everything was frozen in time. What was this? How did this happen? Would it return to normal? Was I the only one "awake"? Then I saw the girl I had been standing next to in the queue. She was frozen too, along with everything else. Instinctively, I reached out and touched her. Her arm didn't feel frozen at all. What did the rest of her feel like? I couldn't do that. What if things returned to normal as I had my hand somewhere I shouldn't? How would I explain that? I had to try something. I couldn't just stand around waiting for things to return to normal. I put my hand on her face and drew it away quickly. Nothing happened. No sudden return to normal time. No slap in the face for being improper. I grew brave. I placed the back of my hand against her lycra top. She felt warm against my skin. This was too weird. I traced my finger down the line of her breast, constantly checking her expression, looking for signs of a reprisal. Her look was the same. I got that feeling in my shorts. The one where you don't have to think about being turned on because your cock is shouting it at you. Dare I go further. Would she remember all this when things got back to normal? There was no time to think about things like that. I had noticed before how snug her jeans were. I was given a reminder when I looked down to see the thick seam in the croth of her trousers cutting into her. Her plump pussy was making the material on either side of the seam bulge out. Checking her face for an expression again, I undid the buttons at the front, one by one. White panties. With a thin lace trim at the top. What were the rest of them like? I struggled to pull the rest of her jeans over those wide, full hips. I got them down to her knees and stood back. She wasn't tanned at all. I was right with my guess about her pussy though, it sat very full, right there before me. Her thighs were slightly plump too and formed a perfect "Y" as they met the curves of her pussy at the top. Through the material of the panties I could just make out some dark pubic hair, not too much of it though. I've always enjoyed the smell of my girlfriends underwear so I sank down and pressed my nose up to the tight material where her thighs met her panties. I inhaled deeply. The warm, moist salty odours from her cunt filled my nostrils. I closed my eyes and drank in the beautiful aroma. I reached up and hooked my fingers behind the lacy trim of her panties. Still a bit nervous I pulled them away from her belly and peered down inside. Her pussy looked as though it had been shaved at one point but had started to grow back in. It wasn't patchy but the covering was very thin and stubbly. Even though I prefer my own girlfriend to be shaved I couldn't help thinking this looked amazing. My body was still shaking with the excitement of the situation but my cock had grown hard without me noticing and was begging some attention of its own. It would have to wait though. I pulled harder at the panties and they came down over her hips easily. The crotch of her panties was still firmly wedged between her thighs though. I pulled even harder at the underwear but it just stretched. I wanted to see that pussy, properly. I pinched the cotton gusset between my fingers and pulled it gently. It was warm and moist with a slight staining at the front. It wouldn't move. I pulled harder but it stayed right there. I gave it a good tug and all of a sudden it gave and sprang down between her thick thighs. She had been shaved. The dark fuzz stopped just above her slit. What a sight! Her thick lips stood out of the darkened skin around her cunt. I inhaled her scent again. This time the smell was a lot stronger than before. It stayed in my nostrils even when I exhaled. It was sweeter than before, warm and moist. I could almost taste it. I could only see the front half of her cunt as the other half was nestled away between her thighs, but I wasn't complaining. I darted my tongue out to taste her inner lips. It was then I noticed something move out of the corner of my eye. A light had flickered. Did this mean that things were going to return to normal. I wasn't taking any chances and hurriedly put her clothes back to where they were. I stood back to check and make sure everything was as it was before, just in time, literally for everything to snap back into place. Everything was as it was before and there I was, standing with my bags of gifts, people scurrying around me. I eventually found out what I had done to make the SHIFTER do what it did that day and as soon as I get the time, I will tell you all about what else I have been getting up to. More free stories at www.tyronelamayer.freeuk.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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