Message-ID: <21921asstr$945745800@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <991220235349.n0009121.mikewain@mail.freenetname.co.uk> From: Mark Reply-To: nexuswilson@nightmail.com Subject: {ASSM} {assm} Mark gets an offer MFF real rej Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 22:10:00 -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: newsman, IceAltar ##### WARNING ##### The following contains material of a sexually explicit nature. Do not read any further if you are under the legal age in the state/country in which you reside, or you feel that you may be offended by the material. Codes follow the title. If you do not understand them consult www.asstr.com for a full explanation. This story is meant for ADULTS ONLY and is a work of fiction. Or is it? If you're not of legal age, EXIT NOW. COPYRIGHT 1999. As the author of the following story, I claim all rights in accordance with international copyright laws. These rights are claimed legally by me under the pseudonym of Mark. All rights are reserved, including the reproduction of it in any form on the net or elsewhere without the written permission of the copyright owners, who may be contacted by e-mailing nexuswilson at nightmail dot com Mark gets an offer MFF real rej I was in a bar in Waikiki Beach with a group of about 10 men. We were on a business trip around the world, and having a ball. For those of you who don't know, which is probably almost everyone who ever reads this, Waikiki is a jungle of concrete towers filled with expensive shops and restaurants. It's almost $5 a beer there, but there are a few reasonable bars, and the whole place is packed with the young, beautiful, rich, all on holiday and determined to have fun. We were on our first night in town, none of us had ever been before, and we headed out of our hotel in search of fun, soon finding a sign advertising an amateur bikini contest. That sounded like a good place to start so we headed off for that, arriving just as the show was about to begin. The other thing I should mention before I start is that I love smallish tits, just about a handful, that stand up pertly on the chest with no need for a bra. It took my wife Marie almost 15 years to fully believe that anyone could really believe her tits to be the ideal size, shape and texture. Amateur was hardly the word I'd use. All the girls had solid silicon chests, their breasts straining to escape from skin that had obviously been put under a lot of stress the original design had not envisaged. The bikinis were so small that careful inspection showed that scars were visible, even in the dim light of the bar. Their chests bounced around like balls fixed to their chests and I find that really unattractive, but I managed to get into the party atmosphere by drinking a beer straight down on an empty stomach and concentrating my attention on their lower areas where, it has to be said, there was a full complement of perfect pins and not a trace of stubble or stray hairs to be seen. All six had perfect hair, beautiful faces and minds firmly fixed on the $300 first prize. They moved with the grace and poise of trained professionals, but one had a secret weapon which was in the form of two friends moving around the crowd chatting up any sizable group of guys and urging them to cheer for number five as they are on holiday and have run out of cash and really need her to win so they can party on tonight, with the implied idea that it might just be with you lot. Yeah, right. Well several groups went for it and she duly won the money. Personally I thought that within the normal parameters of such matters number four was putting on the best show, but I do tend to be a bit cynical about such matters and, to be truthful, there was so little between any of them that it would have hardly surprised me if any of the six had won with an equal playing field. Once the contest was over I dashed straight off for some beers as the bar emptied, having gone without for some time. It took about ten minutes and returning with two beers I found no-one I knew to be seen. Hastily I toured the bar before realising that they had left and would probably be well away by now. No-one had mentioned where we might be going next, indeed, none of us even knew which direction anything worth going to might be, although we had realised that virtually every bar has a cover charge. Unless I happened to meet them in the street I was on my own for the rest of the night. I guess I was stood a bit dumbly pondering this predicament with two beers in my hand and, no doubt, a thousand yard stare, as I suddenly noticed a very attractive lone woman leaning against the wall next to me and giving me a rather quizzical look. The conversation that followed was as unusual as it was unexpected and lots of you will say that I must have been mad and they would have done it differently and couldn't I just lie and make up something for the sake of the story. Well maybe I will one fine day! "Oh, er sorry. I was just pondering what to do now. It looks like I've been forgotten and left behind while I was at the bar." "Hey, that's OK. But how can your friend forget you?" "Oh, no, there were about ten of us, but I was in a round of just two. Makes for easier carrying. I suppose he's just about in another bar by now and noticing that I'm not buying him a beer." Apart from her very long, wavy hair she was physically just my type. I also noticed that she appeared to be without a drink. As I had a spare it seemed churlish not to offer it to her, so I did. "No thanks, I'm just waiting for someone, but it was real nice of you to offer." She was definitely American. I travel around quite a bit and mistaking a Canadian for an American is a bad mistake I've learnt to avoid. "What are you doing here? You sure are a long way from home." I explained a bit about what we were up to traveling around the world and put her right as it became apparent that she had in fact assumed from my accent that I was Dutch rather than English. After about five minutes conversation she broke into a brief description of the vineyards of Adelaide with the following, rather surprising, statement. "Listen, you're a really cute guy, and I just love the look of those tight buns, but I've just got to get out of here, and I think my friend is just about ready as well. How do you feel about coming back to our hotel and making out?" As she said this her eyes were wide open, staring into mine, and her hand slid slinkily out and along my thigh. It was only just gone ten at night, a stone cold sober and extremely good looking woman was offering a night of sexual athletics with her and a friend who was unlikely to not be at least fairly good looking, and she obviously liked me a lot, even though I hadn't a clue what 'tight buns' might be, except that they were obviously good. Now anyone who has read my web site will know that in fantasy I like to explore fem-sub themes and much of the rest of the myriad of human sexuality, but in the real world I am a pretty regular married guy who treats his lover with equality and respect. However, in that situation the pretty regular bit takes over and I got a severe hard on very, very quickly. "That's what I call an offer to concentrate the mind," I said, trying to retain my composure, as her hand started to slide round towards what I later discovered is my left bun. "Well, my girlfriend just came out of the rest room and she's coming over now. Her name's Lisa" Ignoring the fact that we had yet to exchange our own names I laughed and said "You know, that sounds really weird to an Englishman! If I didn't know how Americans speak I would think you were lesbians with you calling her your girlfriend!" She stood up as she said "Actually I phrased it that way on purpose as I know how you English speak. This is my lover Lisa, but we both love to share a fine, hard cock now and then." I was already thinking this has gone far enough and I'd have to start letting her down, what with me being married and happily monogamous, but in a polite, let you down gently kind of way. However, things were moving far too fast for me by now. As I turned to meet her, Lisa said "Yes, and you sure seem to have found a mighty fine one tonight." in a broad southern accent, but my eyes were directly confronted by competition number two's soccer balls, barely contained within a top cut so low I could actually see the top of one of her aureoles. I remember thinking that if she leant over any further forward they might fall out and bounce off under a table somewhere. My cock went back down faster than it had gone up and my obvious distaste for what would presumably have sealed the fate of many a man was unfortunately completely mistaken by the first girl for distaste at their lifestyle. All hope of polite withdrawal was instantly lost as I swiftly found myself on the receiving end of a fairly loud and public beration for being totally square followed by an explanation of how being gay didn't make them unworthy of my attention etc., etc. Of course muttering out "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant," at various intervals didn't help at all and I'm pretty sure "I just find the sight of Lisa's pneumatic chest a total turn off," would not have helped either. That was the end of that ten minute relationship. Fortunately, from that point the evening could only improve, and it did. Quite dramatically. So that's what rej stands for! Mark and Marie now have a web site where a writing project is in operation. 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