Message-ID: <26943asstr$972043803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20001020033141.6417.qmail@web10303.mail.yahoo.com> From: One Gallus Subject: {ASSM} Swede Ola 2 of 3 Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2000 08:10:03 -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: gill-bates, IceAltar __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Swede 2.txt" begin> {ASSM} Title: SWEDE OLA Part 2 Author: Gallus Long, galluslong@yahoo.com (MF, Rom, Oral, Intercourse) Disclaimer Not to be read: by anyone under the age of 18, or if it violates the standards or laws of your community, or if adult erotica offends you. Not to be posted on any other site, or changed, or used in any way without author's permission. SWEDE OLA Part 2 The next day was pretty much a clone of the previous one, except for the bathroom incident. I noticed, happily that day, that I had accomplished more in the last three days than I had in the previous seven combined. While Ola put Mother to bed, I went to the living room and turned on CNN for the news. She came to the living room at 8:00, her purse hanging from her arm. "Ready to go?" I asked. She stepped forward and offered her hand. As I shook it she said, "Charles, this came along just at the right time in my life, thank you so much." "You are mighty welcome," I said, "I should be thanking you, Ola." She did not respond. I could see by her eyes that she was reaching some sort conclusion. Then she said, "Charles, I need to ask you a favor." She sat down on the couch next to me. "If you say no, that's OK. OK?" "Sure," I said, apprehensively. She wrinkled her forehead, "I'm having a difficulty with my ex-husband." I thought, "Well, this is exactly what I need, to land myself in the middle of a domestic dispute just when I thought all my problems were solved." I said, "What is it, Ola, what's going on?" "He's harassing me," she said. "This time he's carrying a gun." "A gun!" I said, incredulously. "Well, last time he tried to slap me around, I...I beat him up, Charles." "You did?" I asked, surprised, a pleased lilt to my voice. Then I thought, why should I be amazed at Ola's prowess, she was big enough to take care of herself. "Yes, I put him in the hospital with a skull fracture," she said, her face as innocent as a child. "Ola, you're kidding me!" I said. I felt a grin forming on my face. "No, No, I really did. He tried to prosecute me, but the judge was a woman, and she threw the case out. Now he's out for some real revenge." "What are you saying?" I asked, my smile vanishing. "I'm afraid to go home tonight. I've been staying in a motel the last two nights. I will have to again tonight. My bags are in the car." "Ola, what can I do for you? Do you need money?" "No, Charles, I need to locate another apartment. I've been looking during the morning hours. He doesn't know I'm working here, there is no way he can trace me. That's why I insisted that you not tell the nursing home about our arrangement. He would threaten somebody there and get the information somehow. It might be a week before I find another place, and motel's are expensive." "You need a place to stay!" I said. "I'm sorry Charles, I don't have any right to involve you in this. If you can't do it, I understand completely." "Go get your bags from your car, Ola. You can stay here as long as you need to." "Oh Charles, thank..." and she choked up on tears. She reached for me and pulled me into the most wonderful hug I have ever experienced. I felt the tears on her cheek against my lips. When she pulled away, I licked my lips and tasted the salt. "There's an extra room next to Mother's and it's yours," I said. "Hey, you can work off your rent by keeping the night watch!" I said happily. "Charles, you are so sweet. I sensed that from the first day I met you," she said. I went with her to the car and helped her carry three large suitcases inside. The back of her Escort was packed with boxes. "Those can wait till tomorrow, she said, I may find a place." "Nope, I'll do it tonight, but first, put your car in the garage, Ola. Let's not take any chances." After setting her up in the guestroom, I was quite sweaty and retired to my own bedroom and bath to get ready for bed. I put on a pair of leisure pants and a tee shirt, my usual attire for bed, and went to the living room to watch a little TV. On my way, I passed the hallway bathroom and heard the water beating against the shower stall. I thought of the beautiful giant inside, standing under my own waterfall. I sat down on the couch turned the TV on to the Travel Channel. I only half watched, thinking mostly about my good fortune as well as Ola's run of luck. For a week, at least, I had someone to stay with Mother, almost around the clock, a real professional caregiver. For Ola, there was that blessed measure of safety from her violent husband, and though my mother couldn't speak, I knew she was happy. I looked through the living room, down the hallway, past the guest bedroom and saw the bathroom door come open. Ola stepped out. She was wearing a light summer robe, blue in color, held together by a lap-over tie. She was barefoot. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She saw me looking, and brightened in that high-cheekbone smile of hers. As I hoped she would, she walked past her room and directly toward me, glancing at the TV. "Oh, the `Lonely Planet' she said, my favorite program!" "Really? It's my favorite too! Sit down Ola." She glanced at the recliner, the love seat, and then the couch where I was sitting. She chose the couch. She sat down on the other end, and when she did, I knew she'd realized her mistake. To see the television from the couch, you had to be at my end, or in the middle. "You can't see from there, Ola, move over here. I held out my hand. She gripped it in her own and as she rose, I pulled her quickly in my direction. I had not realized she was lunging my way. With my pull, plus the momentum of her huge body, she landed half of her great buttocks on my unsuspecting abdomen. The air shot from my mouth, and for the first time since falling off a fence in childhood, I lost my breath. "Charles?" she said, "Charles!" she wailed. "My God Charles!" what did I do? I don't know how I looked, but I felt as if I would never breathe again. I was stricken with the realization that, while I could expel my breath, I could not draw any air into my lungs. A searing pain radiated from my belly up through my chest, and down through my thighs. A darkness began to splotch in around me and all I could see was Ola's agonized face. "Oh God, Charles! What have I done?" she cried, "Oh God, I'm so sorry." After a moment, the dark spots around her face began to fade. I knew I must have been getting better because I caught myself worrying about waking up Mom. Ola was still in a panic, cajoling me to come to, slapping at my face. I caught a little breath and said, "Shush, darling, shush," Then catching another breath, "Don't wake Mother." Her eyes were wide and tearful, and her face was anxious, but I could see her relaxing a bit. My breathing was evening out, and I finally was able to say, "Wow!" and smile. Then she smiled. As I finally came back to focus fully on things, I took note that Ola had hold of my right upper arm with both her hands. Her robe and gown had slid up to her thighs. Her bare left leg was flexed at a right angle and lay along side of where I sat, her knee pressing into my hip. I looked at her bare foot, and realized that it must be a size 12. A dusky red polish glowed on each nail. My right hand, I found, was resting on the inner thigh of that leg and I felt a twitching between her thigh muscle and the soft place that I was touching. Her robe had parted and the simple lap-over tie had come loose entirely. Her large breasts heaved through thin material and I noted the dark circles beneath. I was too weak to move, in both senses. "Oh Charles, I'm such a cow!" she said, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Ola, don't say that. You are the most beautiful woman I know," I said. Her wide face came for me, cheekbones aflame and eyes flashing. Scarcely did her lips touch mine, when her tongue was lapping in my mouth. Our bodies squared themselves toward each other. My hand slid from her right thigh, and turned to grasp the left. I had already fallen in love with that soft undulation of flesh just below her pubis. My left hand rose to her left shoulder, and I held her, kissing and exploring her mouth as she probed into mine. My full strength was now almost recovered. I pulled her up toward my lap, my right hand still on the sweet meat of her thigh. She helped by lifting her body and sitting on top of my hard penis, hidden only by the fabric of my light pants. My hand, which was trapped between her legs, continued to knead the smooth tender place. My left hand now rubbed the wide plane of her lower back. I felt the depression between her buttocks. She continued flooding and filling my mouth with her saliva and her squirming tongue. I hated to leave her thighs, but I pulled my hand loose, trading them for her breasts. I pulled down the loose neckline and captured the vast softness in my hand, kneading it, and tenderly pinching her nipple. Finally I broke away from her hungry mouth and groaned, "Ola, please, let's lie down on the floor." "Oh God, Charles, I haven't made love since last year." "Neither have I, darling." "I'll do anything for you Charles, I mean it, anything you want." She was smiling, but tears were streaming from her eyes at the same time. She kissed me again. In a moment I said, "And you can do whatever you want to me, sweetheart, except for one thing." I said. "What?" she asked, looking through her tears into my eyes "Please don't beat me up like you did your Ex!" I smiled. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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