Message-ID: <21922asstr$945749402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: www1@aol.com (Andrew Webber) Subject: {ASSM} NEW {Kristen} Rose Bowl Sunday (MF, rom, exh, y2k) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <19991220202332.23280.00000389@ng-ff1.aol.com> Date: Mon, 20 Dec 1999 23:10:03 -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, gill-bates, newsman Posting this for Kristen - W... Rose Bowl Sunday (MF, rom, exh, y2k) by Kristen Kathleen Becker December 1999 ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright © 1999 Kristen Kathleen Becker -- Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ University of Wisconsin vs. Stanford -- The 86th Rose Bowl Game January 1, 2000 Sheri knew what they were doing was wrong, but she loved Michael so much; all she wanted to do was please him. As she did a little pirouette in front of the camera, she could hear Michael's appreciative sigh. She was stripped naked -- posing for him in the sports- caster's booth high above the playing field at the Rose Bowl. In a way, it was thrilling to be doing something so wrong and yet so exciting! What if someone came in on them while they were both naked like this? Sheri liked to exhibit herself; it was a secret fantasy that she'd had all her life but had never acted on, until now. When Michael had invited her to come along to watch him test the equipment the week before the big game, she hadn't thought that things would get so out of hand. But after several hours of watching her handsome boy- friend lying on the floor under equipment, and twisting his body to fit behind bulky camera controllers, Sheri had become both a little bored and aroused. It was his body that had attracted her to Michael in the first place. And watching him lying spread-eagled on the floor with his bulge potentially at her mercy or bent over intently working on a piece of audio equipment with his firm butt pointed at her had brought rude thoughts to mind. When Michael had suggested that Sheri be his model so that he could test the hand-held interior camera, she had flashed him playfully. Being a small-breasted woman and not always having to wear a bra had its advantages. A quick pull on her sweatshirt up over her bare breasts and she had his total attention. One thing had lead to another and Sheri soon found herself talked into posing nude. Michael was shooting his beautiful girlfriend's luscious body from every angle with his eye glued to the viewfinder. Sheri looked so sexy to him as she was sat there on the counter with her lovely legs drawn up. He could see her dusky-pink pussy lips peeking out from between her shapely ankles as she smiled shyly at him. She giggled as Michael quickly discarded his clothing while still trying to capture her on film. Her heart rate quickened as his swollen manhood bounced into view. Sheri knew what was going to happen next and the excitement of it all made her instantly wet with anticipation. Sheri swallowed, she realized that she loved Michael more than anything and at that moment she wanted to make love to him more than anything in the world. The thought of having sex in the newsroom with him was an exciting bonus. She got off the counter and moved toward him. As she reached Michael Sheri grasped his wonderfully erect pleasure shaft and he moaned. He said in a breathless voice, "Wait a second baby, I've got an idea." He reluctantly disengaged her cool slim fingers from his boner and ran naked over to the camera, quickly setting it on its tripod. Sheri looked on as he set the auto-record and quickly came back to her, pushing her down to the floor atop their pile of clothes. "Michael, what if someone comes in?" Sheri had a sudden fear of being caught. She also hadn't figured on being filmed while having sex with him. She trusted Michael, but it still made her feel vaguely uncomfortable to have their most intimate acts on film, or should she say digital disk? But as he settled his body on top of hers, she shivered as a thrill ran through her from her head to her toes, like nothing that she'd ever experienced before. Every- thing was so bright, so intense, even his smell was sexual -- her mind was reeling with lustful thoughts. Even before he moved, Sheri was wiggling underneath him, trying to position his swollen tool for her pleasure. "Don't worry Sheri, the chances of someone coming all the way up here today are just about nil, and I've got to have you sweetheart! You've been naughty teasing me like this and now you're gonna get what's coming to you." Then Michael positioned himself, (with substantial help from Sheri) at her opening and plunged deeply into her wet warm receptacle. "Oh, yes... that feels so good baby," Sheri moaned as she spread her legs wide raising them a little to allow Michael full penetration. They made passionate love as they always had. Only this time the fear of being caught and the fact that Michael was filming their love-act heightened their sexual passions. Sheri performed for the camera, she moaned and bucked letting her cares drift away as she humped back at each thrust of her lover's hips. She was enjoying the freedom of giving herself to the moment and to hell with the consequences! After only a few minutes, Sheri heard Michael groan as his body tensed and then she felt his throbbing release as he came deeply into her. The knowledge that his pleasure was filling her up made Sheri buck harder to milk her lover of all he had. The extra friction of this brought her body over her own lustful peak and she screamed, "God! YES!" as she held on for dear life, riding up at Michael's slackening body as waves and waves of delicious orgasm fired her mind and body with sweet passionate love. Finally, both bodies slumped together, breathing as if they'd just run a five-mile marathon. Sheri whispered into her lover's ear, "Michael, I love you, that was the most wonderful orgasm that I've ever had." Michael could only manage, "Hmmm..." as he lay there trying to recover from his wild ride. *** Game day came -- Michael was responsible for all the feeds and hookup to the national networks. He was running around with his head in the clouds. This was his first really big job and things were coming off just as he had planned. The 86th Tournament of Roses Game was in progress and everything was working perfectly. Michael had been a little worried about the rollover to January first. All those worrywarts talking about possible Y2K equipment failures had come to nothing. Of course he hadn't taken anything for granted, he'd checked and double-checked all of the equipment. He laughed quietly to himself as he thought about Sheri and himself in the broadcast booth earlier in the week. Yes sir, he sure had double-checked *that* equipment! The memory of their love making session in the control booth made him hard again. Even though he was having the time of his life today, it would be nice to get home to his sexy little honey and jump in bed with her, he thought. Michael's mind was brought back to the present when one of his co-workers yelled, "Okay, two minutes until half-time. Hey, Michael, could you check camera 16? Its been acting up and we'll need it for the half-time field events." He knew that it was something that he'd have to take care of, but the score board graphics were just about to come on-line. He quickly calculated how long it would take to get down on to the field and reboot the camera and decided that if he didn't leave right away then it would be too late. "Okay Marty, you're in charge of the half-time graphics, I'll head down to the field now and if you have any problems call me on my cell phone." Marty said nervously, "I don't know the controls, all I can do is turn the thing on. What if it's out of focus?" "It won't be, I checked the settings last night. I gotta go or it'll be too late." Michael turned and sprinted to the elevator. Less than a minute later the announcer signaled Marty to turn on the score board half-time graphics. He pressed the engage button and looked out at the huge score boards that stood five stories tall at each end of the stadium. As the score boards lit up bringing the dead white surface of each screen alive his jaw dropped and Marty's brain went blank. *** This year, New Year's Day was different. This year, Sheri had a boyfriend who worked at the Rose Bowl, and because of that she was spending time with both Michael's friends and some of hers watching the event of TV. Normally she wouldn't be watching football at all, but this year she was at least interested in the technical aspect of the event if not the game itself. Sheri was hosting the Bowl party at their apartment on their 45" color projector TV set. Halftime was coming up and she and her best friend Carol were heading for the kitchen to refill the snack bowls when she whirled around, almost tripping at the sound of male howls. "Goddamn will you look at that!" Jerry, Carol's boy- friend yelled. All the guys where whistling and yelling in glee. Sheri and Carol hurried back into the living room to see what all the fuss was about. And in the 10 seconds before the screen when dark, and as the large glass bowl slipped from her numb fingers, Sheri saw herself in all her naked splendor on the Rose Bowl score board, with Michael thrusting away wildly between her outstretched legs. *** Much later that night, after having ushered all of their mutual friends from the apartment, and fending off one of Michael's drunker buddy's who kept leering at her after the display he'd seen on TV -- Michael came home. He told Sheri about the Y2K time/date glitch that apparently caused the storage of their sex play in the digital system and its retrieval for display at just the wrong moment. "Goddamn it, who would have thought something like that would happen," Michael moaned. Sheri was embarrassed by what had happened, but there was nothing that they could do about it now, she thought. Later that night she had another wonderful orgasm while Michael was making love to her. The thought of the world seeing them doing "it" wasn't that bad after all, at least for their sex life. Sheri dreamily thought about the possibility of doing something similar to their Rose Bowl experience again sometime -- as she drifted off to a sated sleep. --------- --------- Thank you "Professor" Stephen for proofreading my little story. --------- --------- MY STORY PAGE http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kristen/www/stories/ = or = http://kristenstories.web1000.com/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I SUPPORT ASSTR - YOU CAN TOO http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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