Message-ID: <24814asstr$961575005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Al Steiner X-Original-Message-ID: <8iopp8$uo7$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Jun 20 22:04:35 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW: I Remember Pearl Harbor by Al Steiner (FM,cheat)2/2 Date: Wed, 21 Jun 2000 04:10:05 -0400 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 I REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR 2/2 Send comments to steiner_al@hotmail.com We continued to sit at the table and talk for a while. For how long, I know not. When stoned time does not really have much meaning. To anybody overhearing our conversation we probably would have sounded quite insane. The topic shifted frequently and our words were often interrupted by bursts of spontaneous laughter that had little to do with what we were discussing. We talked about the problems of our students coming to class as stoned as we were now and that led to a discussion about driving under the influence of pot which led to a discussion about the safety of modern automobiles which led to a discussion of the petroleum industry which led to a discussion about the Persian Gulf War which led to a discussion about those Pop Rocks we used to buy in 7-11 stores. As we moved from subject to subject, as we laughed and giggled and chortled and shook our heads in amusement or hysteria, my eyes kept drifting to the skin on Emily's neck, or on her arms, or to her face. She was really a very attractive woman and I was suddenly very envious of her husband, who was able to regularly caress her and make love to her. I remembered how the skin of her legs had felt against mine, how the press of her breast against my arm had felt and a wave of lustful wanting of powerful intensity swept through me. I had forgotten that one of the effects of good marijuana was to make one horny. It was as we were discussing the pros and cons of aerosol cheese whiz that I noticed that Emily's nipples were clearly visible protruding from beneath her shirt, pushing the cotton material out in nubs. My lust for her increased and I felt actual goose bumps breaking out on my arms. Her nipples were hard! Just from that sight my sensory enhanced imagination could perfectly envision what those nipples would look like bare before me. They would be pink and firm and the size of a marble cut in half. What I wouldn't give to be able to put my tongue upon them, to suckle them like a baby, to... My thoughts were cut off at the knees as Emily, following my gaze, looked down at herself and saw where my attention was riveted. I had been busted! What would she do? What would she say? Would she slap my face and end our friendship for good? Would she storm out of the room in disgust? She did none of these things. She giggled a little more, obviously slightly embarrassed, and said: "Oops. I guess the headlights are shining a little brightly, aren't they?" "I'm sorry," I said, still unable to drag my eyes from this tantalizing sight. "I didn't mean to, you know... stare or anything. It's just that the pot has got me a little... you know?" "I know," she said, her face flushing a little. "Believe me, I'm feeling the same." "You are?" I asked, swallowing a little nervously but feeling the wanting increase. I wasn't surprised that she was feeling horny but I was surprised that she would tell me about it. In all the time I'd known her she had never said anything even remotely like that. "Oh yes," she said, shifting back and forth a little in her chair. "It's kind of a wonder that all of those Chinese pay all that money for ground up rhinoceros horn and tiger testicles and all that bogus aphrodisiac crap. I think this stuff..." she pointed to the bag of pot "is the true aphrodisiac. Wouldn't you say?" I nodded my agreement rapidly, my whirring brain taking note of the fact that her chest was now flushing and her nipples had actually gotten bigger beneath her shirt. What was happening here? What did this all mean? "Actually," she continued, her pink tongue making a little lick across her lips, "I'm kind of flattered that you would look at my boobs like that. Frank is always telling me they're too small. HE never looks at them with that shine in his eyes. Not even when he sees them bare." "Frank's an idiot," I blurted before my brain could trip the circuit breaker. I thought that talking shit about her husband would have made her mad. Instead the effect was quite the opposite. She started laughing again. "You're sweet John," she told me. "But maybe he would look at them like that if I got him stoned. What do you think? Would a little herbal aphrodisiac do the trick on him? Is that what it takes to get men to notice me?" "Not at all," I told her, my mouth once again moving ahead of my brain. "I've been noticing you all day." "Oh really?" she said softly, leaning forward a bit. "Well... uh..." I stammered, instinctively wanting to back pedal but knowing that doing so would constitute an insult. Just where was this conversation leading anyway? "Yes," I finally said. "I've been looking at you all day. It's not just the pot, believe me. You're a very attractive woman Emily and if I wasn't married and if you weren't married, you would have had to fight me off." "Fight you off huh?" she said, smiling dreamily. She cupped her breasts through her shirt, an action that caused a surge of blood to flow into my dick. "Do you really think they're nice?" "They're exquisite," I assured her, blushing, watching her hands squeeze and lift those orbs, pulling the nipples even tighter against the cotton of her shirt. What was going on here? It seemed we were flirting with the border of respectability and innocence. "Have you ever cheated on your wife?" she asked me next, nearly making me choke. "Cheated?" I said slowly. She nodded, her eyes probing my face. "No," I said honestly. "I never have." "I've never cheated on Frank either," she replied. "I was brought up to believe that infidelity is wrong, that it's a sin. Even though Frank is a lousy lover and not even a particularly good husband, I've never slept with anyone else." "That's uh..." I hesitated, feeling that border passing beneath us. I knew I should stop this conversation before it went any further. It was rapidly becoming clear where it was leading. "Uh... commendable." She nodded thoughtfully, her hands still cupping her breasts, the nipples still protruding outward. "Is it?" she asked me, tweaking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger now. "I suppose you could look at it that way. I used to. But you could also look at it another way. Maybe I'm being as much of an idiot as my husband. Why should I subject myself to a life of lousy lays and inane conversation? Why shouldn't I be able to seek out pleasure if I'm not getting it at home? Have you ever thought about that John?" Actually I had on many occasions. Sharon, when she had the time to make love, was a lousy lover as well. She was in favor of no foreplay. She liked me to just climb aboard, do my business, and then get the hell off so she could sleep. She did not like me to go down on her or suck her tits or stroke her body. A blowjob was beyond even suggesting. It is only natural that when a man is subjected to a monogamous sex-life such as that, his thoughts would turn to other women for fulfillment. Like Emily however, my upbringing had always prevented me from doing such a thing. That upbringing was screaming at me even now to put an end to this encounter right this second. "Emily," I said, taking a deep breath. "Listen..." She didn't listen however. She stood up and took a slow step towards me. "I want you John," she said softly. "It's wrong, it's a sin, and I might even go to hell for it, but I want you. I've wanted you since the first week I met you. Do you know how many times I've wished that I had met you before Frank, that I had married you instead of him?" I was trembling now, feeling sweat break out on my forehead. Once again I was looking at her bare midriff and her belly button. I was looking at her smooth legs. I could be running my hands over them in seconds. I could be kissing that belly button while I unbuttoned those shorts. I could sink myself into her alluring body. I could do that! But at what cost? What complications would arise if I did so? Would I be able to live with the guilt? Would I be able to live without Emily anymore? "Do you want me?" she asked, moving another step closer; so close that her bare foot was touching mine, her toes tickling mine. "Very much," I admitted, the tremble worsening. "But Emily... we can't." "You mean we shouldn't," she corrected, letting her hand touch my face. She caressed my cheek softly. "We CAN do it, but we shouldn't. But there are lots of things in life that we shouldn't do but that we do anyway. Your wife shouldn't have worked instead of coming with you. You shouldn't have come instead of staying home. Frank shouldn't have neglected my needs. All of these shouldn'ts have combined to add up to this can, do you see? Does your wife satisfy you at home John?" "No," I mumbled, feeling my resolve breaking under the touch of her hand on my face. "There's another shouldn't for you," she said, moving the hand to the back of my neck now. "Your wife shouldn't have neglected you. You see John, we're just victims of the system here, aren't we? We can't really help ourselves. Don't you want to touch me?" "Emily," I breathed pleadingly. "I'll do all those things that your wife doesn't do," she whispered, leaning closer to me, so that her knees were now touching mine. I could feel her body heat radiating off of her, could smell her feminine sweat in the air. "And I'll let you do all those things that she won't let you do. You're a great lover, aren't you John? I know you are. I can sense it. Let me feel it." "Emily..." I said again, softer this time. "Touch my legs John," she told me. "I saw you looking at them. They're yours. Put your hands on them." "Oh god," I muttered, feeling my hands reach out for her, feeling myself giving in. I did as she suggested and put my hands on her legs, grabbing the backs of her thighs just above the knee. "Yes," she whispered, letting her own hand slide down the back of my shirt and caress my upper back. "Run your hands all over them. Feel them." Obediently I moved my fingers over the tight, well-muscled flesh. It was smooth and slightly moist from the humid tropical air. She leaned into me a little, increasing the contact and the swell of her breasts was rubbing against my forehead, the points of her nipples still protruding. I let my hands move upward, beneath the legs of her shorts, touching the upward swell of her ass and the edge of her panties. Above me she was breathing heavily, encouraging me with little moans. In my own shorts my erection was now a full-fledged ramrod. "You have nice hands," she whispered as I squeezed and fondled her ass cheeks in the restrictive confines of her shorts. "I like the way they feel on me." I didn't answer her. The guilt at what I was doing was mixing with the excitement of it, creating an emotion of lust that I had never even imagined before. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, touching her, feeling her. But I was helpless to stop myself. I raised my head and let my mouth cover her left breast, right atop the protruding nipple. I sucked it through the damp cotton of her shirt, tasting her perspiration, feeling the nub with my lips. "Oh god John," she breathed as I switched to the other breast, continuing to savage it through her shirt. I pulled my hands from beneath her shorts and slid them instead up the back of her shirt, over the bare flesh and the bra strap. I removed my mouth from her nipple and stood up, pulling her to me. We stared in each other's eyes. "Make love to me," she whispered. "I want you so bad." "I want you too," I told her, continuing to touch her back, feeling the press of her chest against mine. "I'm yours," she said. "All yours." I leaned in and put my lips to hers, kissing her. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first but it quickly ignited into a tongue swirling, lip sucking kiss of passion. Her breath tasted of the pot we had just smoked and of the rum drinks we had consumed earlier. It was a kiss unlike any that I had shared with my wife in quite some time. I moved from her lips to her neck, tasting the salty tang of her flesh as I ran my tongue from her ear to the hollow of her throat. I sucked and nipped at her, savoring her as my hands continued to run up and down the skin of her back. After one last kiss on her mouth I slowly dropped to my knees before her, letting my hands go to the waist of her shorts. I was now looking at that belly button, at that bare midriff that I had so obsessed about earlier. I remembered wanting to kiss it. I did so now, leaning forward and putting my mouth right atop her navel. "Mmmmmm," she purred from above me, her fingers twining through my hair. I kissed my way downward, letting the back of my tongue trail through the fine red hairs, until I was tasting the material of her waistband. Continuing to nip and suck along its perimeter, my hands reached over and grasped the button of her shorts. I popped it open and then unzipped her, revealing her white panties beneath. I reached into the waistband and with a sharp yank, both the shorts and the panties dropped to the floor, revealing her sex to me. Her slit was open, the lips swollen and wet. Her clit was peeking proudly from its hood. A nest of curly, reddish brown hair surrounded the opening. The hair was wet and matted with her juices. The odor was strong and tart, very womanly, almost overpowering since we had been out in the sun all day. I didn't mind. I angled my head forward and drove my tongue directly between her lips, lapping up the taste of her and inhaling her potent scent. "Ohhhh," Emily cried, her hands pulling my head tighter against her body. She widened her stance, allowing me freer access. "Oh yesss." I lapped and sucked, running my tongue through her lips, through her coarse, kinky hair, over her clit. I took her little nubbin between my lips and sucked it, making her knees tremble and then wobble. She fell backwards to the floor, narrowly missing hitting the endtable next to my bed. I kept my mouth on target as she went down and continued to suck and lick. It had been so long since I'd last had enjoyed feasting upon a woman's vagina. I did not want it to end. I wanted to lap at her forever. Now that she was on the floor, her legs were able to open properly and she did so. "Yessss!" she cried, her pelvis moving up and down, my hands holding tightly to her waist. "Eat me John, eat my pussy! Oh god, it feels so good." "Mmmm hmmmm!" I grunted from around her clit. I slid my middle finger into her slit, feeling her grasp at me with her wet tightness. I added another finger and began to move them in and out rhythmically. She did not last long under this onslaught. Soon she began to buck up and down and her cries of pleasure echoed through the hotel room. Her legs came up around my back and pulled me tight against her, nearly suffocating me. Her fingers pulled painfully at my hair. When she reached her peak, every muscle in her body tightened up and she screamed my name. No sooner had the last spasm died away when she pulled herself out from beneath me and forcibly rolled me over onto my back on the floor. With a wicked, lustful smile on her face she yanked open my shorts and tugged them, as well as my underwear, down my legs, freeing my pulsating hard on. It popped up like a jack-in-the-box, the head purple with congested blood. As soon as my shorts were free of my legs, she grasped me in her cool hand, jerking up and down. The touch of her upon my flesh almost triggered an orgasm right there. "I'm gonna fuck you now," she told me, staring in my eyes as she swung her leg over my waist, straddling me. "I'm gonna put this in my cunt and I'm gonna fuck you until you come in me." "Uhhhhh," was all I was capable of saying. She hovered just above the head of my cock for a moment, rubbing it through the saturated folds of her pussy, wetting it and making me pant with anticipation. I tried to thrust up into her but she pulled away each time I did so, not letting me in. "Are you ready?" she asked, continuing to rub against me. "Are you ready to cheat on your wife with me?" "Yes Emily," I cried, "oh yes." "Are you sure?" "Yesss!" I nearly screamed. "Fuck me. Put my cock in your pussy. Do it now!" She smiled in satisfaction, letting her body sink down upon me. Her folds engulfed me, pushed me inside of her and for the first time in years I entered the body of a woman other than Sharon. The sensation was indescribable. It was more than the pleasant friction of intercourse. It was more than the emotional joining that went with such an act. It was a mixture of heaven and decadent hell as her pubis came down, as her membranes clutched at me, as my black curls met her reddish brown ones. I moaned out my pleasure at the junction. "Ohhh," Emily sighed from above me. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this," she told me. "I've always wanted to throw you down on the floor and climb on you and fuck you. And now I'm doing it, aren't I?" "Yess," I agreed as she raised back up, leaving a wet trail of her juices on my shaft. She sank back down again and then raised. "Do you like it?" she asked, sinking down again, a little faster, a little firmer this time. "I love it," I assured her, putting my hands beneath the front of her shirt and touching her bra-clad breasts. "Good," she said, moving faster now, her breathing picking up. "Because I love it too." She bounced and thrust atop of me, fucking me like I had never been fucked before. Up and down, in and out, each thrust accompanied by a wet squish and a drool of her juices down my shaft. Her interior muscles clenched at me, massaging my straining cock like a machine designed for pleasure. Sweat formed on her face and dripped down upon me, occasionally landing in my mouth. I tugged at her shirt and her bra, pulling them from her body and casting them aside, leaving her completely naked atop me. My hands found those tits and squeezed them, feeling the weight of them, the softness of them. I pulled her down a little, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking on it. "Yes," she moaned, her thrusts becoming firmer, less rhythmic. "Suck my titties. Suck them!" I did, alternating from one to the other, making the nipples swell and turn blood red. My hands found her ass and I began to squeeze her sweaty cheeks, guiding her up and down motion. "You want to come in me, don't you?" she asked breathlessly in my ear. "You want to shoot up into my cunt, don't you?" Actually I didn't want to come in her at just that moment. I was having an awful lot of fun fucking her (or having her fuck me I should say) and I didn't want it to end just yet. But, already on the edge to begin with, her crude words had the effect that she intended. The spasms began in my body as the machinery of orgasm kicked into gear. "Yess!" Emily said, bouncing harder upon me, clenching tighter as she felt the change in my rhythm. "Do it baby! Come in me! Shoot your come in my cunt! Do it!" "Ahhhhhh," I groaned as waves of pleasure exploded throughout my nervous system. It had been several days since I had last relieved myself and that, combined with the marijuana and the lurid, forbidden nature of what I was doing produced an orgasm of an intensity I had not experienced since I was a teenager having one for the first time. It seemed to go on forever, to hover at the peak for an eternity. My breathing actually stopped as my muscles tensed just below the threshold of pain. At last, at long last, the peak ended, pushing me over the edge. I began to spurt inside of her clutching chasm, blast after blast of hot sperm. "Oh yesss, Oh yesss!" she said with each squirt against her cervix. "Oh yesssss!" At last the spurting dribbled to a halt and my muscles relaxed. My cock began to wilt within her. She leaned down and kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth once more. I returned the kiss as she continued to rotate her pelvis atop of me. "That was soooo good," she told me, kissing my face, my neck, my ears. "That was the best fuck I've ever had." "Me too," I grunted, though I was speaking honestly. "But we're not done yet," she told me. "We're not?" "Not even close," she said, lifting herself off of me. My cock popped free of her in a drool of our combined juices. "We still have two hours before Frank gets back from his stupid golf game. Let's take advantage of it." "Yes," I said. "But don't you think..." "No," she said firmly, spinning her body around so that her ass was in my face. I could see her wide open pussy, swollen and red and drooling. "I don't think we should think at all. Now get to work." With that she lowered herself atop of my face, putting her slimy, steamy cunt on my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and began to eat. While I did so she lowered her mouth, taking my cock into it. I felt her tongue lapping me clean. Soon she had me back up to a turgid erection and I had her cunt nice and clean and ready for more action. She pulled herself free and assumed a hands and knees position before me. Her cunt gaped before me obscenely, swollen and red, looking like a picture from a porno mag. It was blackly exciting. I kneeled behind her and took my newly hardened cock in hand. I shoved it into her and thrust forward, sliding in with ease. Holding onto her hips I fucked her for the better part of ten minutes, until she screamed out two more orgasms. Only then did I shoot another load, weaker but still intense, into her body. After, we lay panting on the floor, me cuddled up next to her, both of us sweating in the humid air. "We never even moved away from the table where we started," Emily said softly, turning her damp face to mine and kissing my nose. We laughed for a moment, hugging each other. And then we started to kiss. Soon we found the strength to move to the bed. ++++++ There was an obvious advantage to my having come to Hawaii by myself. I had my own room. This led to several more encounters between Emily and I during the remainder of the vacation. Though her husband, as I've previously pointed out, was the type that didn't like to let his wife wander far, she was not in a bubble. When she found an excuse to break away from him for a few hours she would show up at my door and I would invite her in. Though I always felt guilt at what we were doing together the intense pleasure of the unions we would produce was easily enough to quell any hesitation. When she would show up at my door and I would see her body, her face, when I would smell her alluring feminine odor, I would step aside and allow her entry. But as the days went by and as the encounters rolled on I became more than just physically attached to her. I felt myself craving conversation with her, craving just being with her. Almost as much as that first encounter in my hotel room I found myself thinking about the day we had spent together at Pearl Harbor prior to this. We had had fun that day. We had been two friends out enjoying a day together. Two friends. +++++ "I'm in love with you you know?" Emily said to me on the day before our departure, as we lay entwined in my hotel bed after a particularly passionate encounter. Frank was off buying sports souvenirs for some of his colleagues and Emily had pleaded illness to avoid going with him. "Love?" I asked, without much surprise. In truth I had been feeling a little bit of that myself. "Love," she confirmed, twirling her finger through the hair on my chest. "I've always been attracted to you John. Always. I've always suspected that you were the person that I should have married. We're compatible with each other, we fit together. That's what a relationship should be based on, don't you think?" "Yes," I admitted. It was true. After spending time with Emily, after laughing with her, playing with her, my relationship with Sharon seemed a sad joke. Where I was mellow, Sharon was driven. Where I was empathetic, Sharon was ruthless. Whoever it was that coined the phrase "opposites attract" must've been a moron. "At school," Emily continued, "we never had much of a chance to talk. I mean to REALLY talk. Our relationship was never allowed to blossom. That's why I talked Frank into going along on this trip this year. That's why I sat next to you on the plane. That's why I engineered that little trip to Pearl Harbor on the day that Frank was golfing. I wanted to be alone with you, to BE with you. I wanted to see if what I thought about you was right. And you know something? It was." She looked at me meaningfully. "You are the man for me John. You are the soul mate that I didn't use to think existed." I breathed deeply, hearing all that she said and even agreeing with it. She was right. Though we had not even begun to scratch the surface of what we could be to each other, the tug of affection, of compatibility, of love was as clear as the words on this screen. But there were some complicating factors. "Emily," I told her. "We're both married to someone else." She gave me a small smile and kissed my forehead. "So what?" she said. I was confused. "So what?" I asked incredulously. "What do you mean, so what?" "I mean so what if we're already married. Marriages can be dissolved, can't they? Hell, it's almost as easy to get out of one than it is to get into one." I shook my head a little. "Emily," I said. "It all sounds very easy I know. But I've been married to Sharon for six years. We have a house, we have cars." "I notice you didn't say anything about love," she pointed out. That gave me pause. No, I hadn't said anything about love. "But..." "There are no buts," she said. "I'm not going to have an affair with you John. After today we will no longer sleep together, we will no longer see each other at all outside of school unless you file divorce papers on your wife and separate from her. If you do that then I will do the same to Frank." She looked meaningfully at me. "I want that more than anything John. If you don't do it, I will understand, but I want you to think about something before you make your decision." "Okay," I said. "I think we have true love in common with each other," she told me. "I think we can be one of the few couples on Earth that are truly happy if we get together. But in order to do that, we have to make a clean break. I will do so if you do. I promise you that." +++++ I thought about what she said all that night and all the way home on the airplane. When the cab brought me back to my house and I entered it, Sharon was not at home. I had been gone for ten days and she had not even bothered to be at home when I arrived. When she did get home I had a long talk with her. The next day I saw a lawyer. A week after that, Emily and I moved into an apartment together. Our divorces will be final in another two months. We have a wedding date set for the day after. Though the divorce proceedings have been painful, stressful, and something that I would never care to go through again, it is almost over now. Never once have I regretted my decision. Never once has Emily regretted hers. The chain of events that began last December at Pearl Harbor has been liberating for everyone concerned. Al Steiner 6-10-00 to 6-17-00 Send all comments to steiner_al@hotmail.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+