Message-ID: <28265asstr$978707407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Louis Nessus" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Jan 2001 02:31:37.0584 (UTC) FILETIME=[4C066700:01C0752D] Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP:A matter of Design Pts 13-15 (TG) Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2001 10:10:07 -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, kelly This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy scenes of graphic sexual activity. Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file. Otherwise ....enjoy! Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors A Matter of Design. by Nessus (Part 13) The first question of a new day, perhaps, a special day, was - what do I wear? For nearly two hours I sorted through the closet after my shower, trying this and that on until I made my choice. It was a short sleeved, knee length, white dress, buttoned down the front, with a flared skirt with pockets, cloth belt, pockets over my breasts and epaulettes. I wore white bra and panties and white sandals with no hose or socks. I spent sometime on my face and left my hair out, cascading down my shoulders and around my face so it looked naturally casual but took a lot of time to get it right. After spraying myself with some perfume, I twirled in front of the mirror and watched the skirt flare out. Not bad, I thought critically, not to shabby. The doorbell rang and fear swept over me. My god, I screamed inside, I'm going on a date. Nervously, I opened the door but was disappointed to see Victor standing there. "Good morning miss, "he beamed. "This was dropped off for you a few moments ago," he said, handing me an envelope. "Thank you, Victor," I smiled, closing the door. It was a note from the Groves Corporation advising me I would be picked up from outside my apartment at seven thirty tomorrow morning. Now, that's service, I thought. Nervously, I paced and looked at the clock on the microwave oven. Only ten forty five. What am I doing, I asked myself. I ran into the bedroom, pulled Barbara's card from my purse and dialled the number. "Hello?" her familiar voice sounded sleepy. "Barbara, it's me," I said urgently. "Lucy?" she said, immediately awake. "that you?" "Barbara, "I wailed. "I'm waiting to go on a date. A date!" I almost screamed. "Honey," she soothed. "Relax. What's he like?" In a rush, I told her about Neil, how we met and what he did. "He sounds just fine," she said. "Go and have a nice time. And relax." "But, what if, he.." "Wants to have sex?" she said. "Girl, guys want to have sex all of the time. You should know that." I slumped on the bed. She was right. "But," I whispered, "it's not the same." "I know that, honey. Look, Lucy," she said, all business like, "do you want to fuck the guy?" I was shocked. "No! Well, I'm not sure." Barbara laughed. "Lucy, you are a woman. Get to know him first and do what ever comes naturally. But, it's your call. Okay?" "Yes," I said meekly. "Now," she said slyly, "is he good looking? A handsome bad man?" "Yes, he is. A wonderful smile and eyes that are so deep." "Sure. And what about what's in his pants. Had a look at that?" "Barbara!" I exclaimed. "Lucy," she said and I could imagine her smiling. "You are one powerful beautiful woman. Do what feels right but always remember one thing." "What?" "Practice safe sex." "Barbara!" She laughed. "I mean it, girl. Enjoy yourself." The line went dead and I stared at the phone. The front door bell sounded again and butterflies did a dance in my stomach. Smoothing my dress down, I walked into the main room. It was right on eleven. The doorbell sounded again and I called out. "Just a minute." Nervously, I checked my face, hair and handbag. Then, taking a deep breath, I smiled and opened the door. "Hello Neil," I said gaily. The forced smile on his face melted away and his mouth dropped open. "Neil," I said, concerned, "Neil, are you okay?" He coughed and cleared his throat. "Lucy," he said hoarsely. "You look fantastic. Beautiful." Warmth ran through me and I wondered if my panties were moist. "Thank you, Neil," I said looking him up and down. He was in tight white jeans, a blue open neck shirt and boots. Very masculine and very, very sexy. And, I sent a mental message to Barbara, there was a bulge! We stood there for a moment in an awkward silence. "Okay," he said, gathering himself, "Ready?" I nodded and we walked to the elevators and out of the building. His red and white pick-up sat in the street and he opened the door for me. I gathered my skirt and slid in, noticing he had a quick look at my legs. The cabin smelt of Neil and things masculine. Rolled up plans were stuck behind the seats. "I cleaned it up," he said apologetically as he slid in, his knee brushing against mine, "but, it's probably not what you're used to." "Neil," I said firmly. "Will you please stop apologising. There is no need." He rested his hands on the steering wheel and looked glum. "I'm sorry. It's just, that, I keep feeling I'm out of my class or something. Your accent I suppose and, of course," he said blushing, "the way you look." "They way I look?" I asked coyly. I listened to myself aghast, I was acting like a schoolgirl on her first date. Well, I admitted to myself, this was my first date as a woman. "Your beautiful, Lucy," he rushed out. "I want to pinch myself when I see you sitting in this cab with me." I smiled at him and rested my hand lightly on his forearm, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Neil," I said, "relax and be yourself. I wanted to come. I looked forward to it." He smiled, started the pick up and we drove along the coast. Soon, the road was twisting and turning with the coastline and we had magnificent views of the ocean below, the city behind us. I realised that I had driven down this very road a life ago on my visit to GRL. Neil didn't say much but I managed to get him talking about Australia. It was obvious he was a little homesick. We turned off onto a side road. The pick-up climbed up a dirt road to a hill, a trail of dusting blowing behind us and stopped overlooking the ocean. "Here we are," Neil said, turning off the engine. I looked around and saw, for the first time, the framework of a house. "Is that yours?" I said, looking at the partly built house. Neil smiled excitedly. "Yes, my first. Here, I'll show you." He jumped from the cabin and held the door open for so I could slide out. The wind from the ocean rustled my skirt around me as I took in the view. The blue Pacific was rolling in to a small beach below us and a small boat chugged out to sea, disappearing into the haze on the horizon. "This is beautiful," I said. "Absolutely beautiful." He stood close. "Absolutely." I turned to smile at him and noticed he was staring at me. He blushed. "This is my favourite spot." He turned to the house. "The owner asked the firm to design this beach house. I got the job because no one else wanted to drive out here all the time. I'm glad I did, otherwise I would never have found this spot. Would you like to see it?" I nodded, smiling at his obvious enthusiasm and he helped me up into the skeleton, my heart surging when he held my hand. Room by room, he took me through the house, still holding my hand. I didn't know how to gracefully move my hand from his grasp and, strangely, I don't think I wanted to. "What do you think?" he asked at the completion of the tour of the little house. I looked up into his eyes and saw he was desperate for my approval. "Wonderful," I said softly. "It's a dream hideaway." "Yes, it is. I'd love to live here myself," he said. "Wouldn't it be lonely?" I teased. "Not with the right person," he said, staring at me. "Hungry?" he asked after a moment. "Yes, I guess I am," I said surprised. He helped me down from the building and we walked to the truck. Neil pulled a large box from the back. "I picked up some bread rolls, cold cuts and a few other things. Thought we'd picnic here. That is," he added hurriedly, "if you don't mind." "That's a great idea." Neil even had a rug and laid it out near the cliff edge so we could look out of the sea. We talked and laughed while we ate, enjoying the sun and each other's company. "Lucy, " Neil said suddenly, "do you have a steady guy?" Surprised, I froze while pouring some juice into a paper cup and Neil immediately apologised. "Lucy, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that." "Why not?" I laughed. "No, I don't. Do you have a steady girl?" He shook his head. "No. I don't find it easy to approach girls." "You approached me." "Yeah," he said ruefully. "I paced up and down my apartment all afternoon, trying to screw up courage to knock on your door. Other guys would've just gone on up and knocked. When I saw you on the beach from my balcony, I knew I had one chance so I ran down." "You shouldn't be shy, Neil. You have a lot to offer." A wry smile crossed his face. "I'm not much of a conversationalist with girls. And I'm not the coolest guy around, I'm a bit conservative." "You have no trouble talking now," I pointed out. "And I wouldn't say conservative, I'd say polite and charming. Those are all good things." I smiled at him and we sat in comfortable silence, watching the waves. We packed up the box, loaded it into the pick-up and back into the city as Neil had promised to get me back by three. I wondered why I picked such an absurd time but it was too late to change. Once again, he insisted on escorting me to my door but this time we walked hand in hand. I looked up into his eyes and smiled. "Neil, I had a wonderful time. Thank you," I said and waited. "Uh, that's okay," he said nervously. I made up my mind. "Neil," I whispered, "do you want to kiss me?" I moved closer and he wrapped me in his strong arms, holding me tight as his mouth moved towards mine. A little voice inside my head wondered what this would be like. We kissed. I folded my arms around his shoulders and held him as our lips met. It was like no other kiss I had experienced as a man. Warmth exploded through me and I knew I was wet. I kissed him again and pulled him tighter. That's when I felt his hardness pushing into my belly. My god, I thought, he's got an erection! Kissing me has gotten him hard! I was pleased, flattered and terrified. Gasping for breath, I pushed him back a little, smiling coyly at him. "I thought you weren't good with girls?" I could see he was trembling and probably embarrassed by the bulge in his tight jeans so I made sure I didn't look down when I pulled back. "Lucy," he stammered as I opened the door, "Can we go out again. Maybe a movie or something." "Call me," I smiled and shut the door behind me. I rang Barbara and told her all about it and went about my chores and preparations for the next day. After I cooked a light meal and watched TV, I went to bed. For the first time in Lucy's life, I masturbated, imagining Neil's cock sliding into me as I fingered myself to an explosive orgasm. Life was good. Life wasn't this full as a man. (Part 14) The Grove limousine arrived right on time and the driver held the door open as I slid inside. I had worn a dark grey coat and skirt with cream blouse, charcoal pantyhose and black shoes. Ear rings, gold chain necklace and a small bracelet completed the picture. As the car sped into town, I opened my bag and checked my face in my mirror. I had brushed my hair back over my shoulders and kept my make up to a very business like appearance. The driver's name was Robert and didn't speak at all until I leaned forward. "Robert, is this a special welcome to the Groves Corporation?" He looked at me in the rear-vision mirror. "I have instructions to pick you up and take you home every day, madam." I leaned back. Every day? Is Groves being thoughtful and caring or is he worried about something? I would bet on the later. Tarnish his reputation? Not go through with the arrangement? Well, he can relax, I gave my word and I'll follow through. The car pulled up at the building and Robert held the door open for me, surreptitiously watching my legs as I slid out. I stood on the pavement and stared up at the tall building, feeling apprehensive. Well, I thought, no one knows but Paul, Barbara and me. "Excuse me Mam," Robert interrupted my thoughts. "The security card at the desk will arrange your pass." I smiled at him. "Thank you, Robert." He handed me a card with a car phone number on it. "Call me when you want to go, Ms Paul," he said, touching his cap. The young security guard scrambled to his feet when I approached the desk. "Ms Paul?" he asked. "How did you know?" I smiled. "Oh, your description," he stammered. "What's your name?" I asked the young man. "My name?" he said, stunned. "It's Scot Hanson." I extended my hand. "I'm Lucy, Scot. Nice to meet you." Stunned, he briefly took my hand. "We'll be seeing each other every day, Scot," I explained. "Silly not to know our names, isn't it?" I smiled sweetly. "Yes," he mumbled. He led me to a small room where a photograph was taken and, in a short time, he handed me my staff ID with a chain attached. I placed the chain around my neck, thanked Scot and walked to the elevators, knowing he was watching me walk away. Soon, I was standing at Alison's desk, my desk, outside of the two oak paneled entry doors to Groves office. Right, I steeled myself, this it. Pushing the doors open, I saw Groves seated at what was once my old desk. I fought the feeling of anxiety, anger and confusion that flowed through me. I have to be strong, I said to myself, I can not, must not, cry! He looked up. "Good morning, Mr Groves," I said as calmly as I could. I could see he relaxed when he heard that. "Good morning Ms Paul," he said formally. "Welcome to Groves Corporation." I shut the door behind me and stood in front of his desk. "Please read this," he said as he handed me a folder. "It is a precis of your career which Personnel have on record. You are English, from Surrey with an Irish mother and American father. Parents divorced. Your last position was in London with British Petroleum where you were the Executive Assistant to the Managing Director of Research." I raised an eyebrow at that and he smiled thinly. "I was going to get my doctorate in England and I've had to modify the records. You were head hunted for this position by Colson Recruiting who were selected by Personnel on my instructions. You have a residential permit because of your American father who, incidentally, is dead. Your mother, Edith is still alive. " I looked up. "She's not real, Lucy," he snapped. "Please concentrate." "I think I've absorbed enough. I'll memorise the rest tonight. You have been busy." "I'm a very methodical person." "What do you want me to do now?" "Go through my schedule, check the e-mails and brief me on anything or anyone when you think I should know." "Use the computer?" I asked. Paul Groves had no idea how to use a computer or the internet. Groves smiled thinly. "You have excellent computer skills. It's in your design as well as an excellent attention to detail. I was going to do my doctorate, remember and I was going to be brilliant. I thought of everything." "Very good then. Anything else?" I held the folder close to me and waited. He leaned back in the chair. "Is there anything I should know?" "Nothing that springs to mind. Wait a minute," I smiled, " you might be interested to know why Alison is so angry with you." He leaned forward. "Yes?" "Apparently, you tried to fire her when she wouldn't suck your cock. Despicable man," I smiled. Groves surprised me because he smiled as well, leaning back, arms folded behind his head. "Yes, I can certainly see why I would do that. Now, how about some coffee?" "Certainly, Mr Groves," I said, spun on my heel, and walked out, closing the door behind me. Do not get angry, I said to myself as I tossed the folder on the desk. Do the job, serve your time, get the identity and get out. Looking down, I saw my staff identification resting on my breasts and smiled. The building of my identity had just started. "Hi, you must be Lucy Paul." I looked up, saw Alison smiling warmly at me and I nodded. "I'm Alison Jones," she said. "I used to do this job so I thought I would stop by and see if I can help you settle in." I smiled gratefully at her. "That's very kind, Alison," I said and we both sat. "So, " she gestured at the door. "Is he in?" "Yes. Oh God," I exclaimed. "Coffee." Alison laughed. "Let me show you." She led the way to a small cupboard and showed me how to fill the percolator. "You've met him before, haven't you?" she asked and I wildly thought through the information Groves had given me. I shook my head. "No, that was the first time. I was interviewed by Colson Recruiting. I knew what Mr Groves looked like from newspaper photographs but that was all." She looked at me strangely. "So, what was his reaction when he saw you?" "Fine," I said. "Directive but courteous. Why?" "I thought he may have done a back flip when you walked it. You're the answer to his dreams. Lucy, Paul Groves was a real sleaze." I looked surprised. "No, I mean it. Some day, I'll tell you the things he used to say to me and the other girls. But then," she lowered his voice, " a few weeks ago, he was involved in an accident." "A traffic accident?" I asked innocently and she shook her head. "No, an explosion at one of our labs. He hasn't been himself since. Everybody is worried." "Is he irrational?" "No." Alison moved closer. "Frankly, I think he's a much better person. Much nicer." "Perhaps he had a near death experience and has seen the error of his ways." "Hmm, you know, you could be right. But I doubt it. Leopards don't change their spots." I sat down at the computer and booted up. I watched in amazement as I unerringly flicked through the programs and ran down Groves schedule. Alison watched admiringly. "Well," she said, "I can see you know what you're doing. I'll leave you to it." I looked up and smiled. "Thank you for stopping by. It was very thoughtful." Alison smiled and pointed at the percolator. "Coffee's ready." "Oh golly," I exclaimed, clambering out of the chair and pouring a cup. "Black with one," Alison said and I smiled weakly at her. "Welcome to Groves, Lucy," she said and pecked me on the cheek. I waved goodbye to her as I knocked on the office doors, pushed them open and walked inside. "Your coffee, Mr Groves," I said, placing the cup on his desk pad. "Thank you, Lucy," he said absently. "My first appointment?" "Mr Newton at eight thirty." "Yes," he murmured. "Daniel Newton. He treats me like an idiot." "He thinks you are an idiot." Groves eyes flashed. "Because of you." I thought back. "You could be right. I didn't pay attention. I missed so much through not reading the signals." "What signals?" Groves asked, puzzled. I smiled. "Nothing. I'll show him in when he arrives." I was redirecting e-mail when Newton showed up, late as usual. "Jesus, who are you?" he demanded. "I'm Lucy Paul. You're Mr Newton?" He nodded and pushed past me. "I know the way." The doors closed behind him. At nine, I tapped on the door and reminded Groves he had a marketing meeting at nine fifteen. Newton stared at me and then back at Groves. "You've got a marketing meeting?" he said incredulously. Groves smiled coldly. "I'm going to understand this business, Daniel, with or without your help." "What's got into you?" Newton said. Groves stood up and walked to the window. "I've inherited a big responsibility. At first, I didn't realise that. Now, I do." "Yeah, right," sneered Newton, walking to the door. "Hey Paul," he said. "maybe I should introduce Lucy around. Seeing you have this important meeting." Groves waved us away and we walked to the outer office. "I'll take you through the departments. I'm sure you're interested," he said, a faint sneer in his voice. He walked on and I followed him to the elevator. "Is something wrong, Mr Newton?" I asked politely as the elevator doors slid shut. He shook his head and then exploded. "Yes, there is damn it! What right do you think you have coming here?" I reeled back. He knew! He has figured it out! I'm sure my face was white as I struggled to speak, although I didn't know what to say. "I thought," Newton went on, "that he was finally getting it together. He was acting more like his father's son. Then you waltz in!" The doors opened and he stormed out. I had no choice but to follow. He stopped in the corridor. "So," he sneered, " how long have you known him, sweetheart!" I understood in a blinding flash. He thought I was Groves latest girlfriend! "Sweetheart?" I hissed and he turned sharply. "Mr Newton," I snapped, "I met Mr Groves for the first time this morning! Please let me assure you that I am not or ever will be his sweetheart!" He flinched at the acid tone. "Well, I thought..." he stammered. "Obviously, you were wrong! For the record, I was recruited by Colson Recruiting from my position in London with BP. Apparently, Personnel audited and arranged the whole process." "She's right, Danny." We both turned to see Alison leaning against a door to an office. " And," she added, " I hear she's pretty good. The best." I blushed a little at that but I was still mad at Newton. "I think, Mr Newton," I said coldly, "you should provide me with an apology." Alison nodded. "I think she's right, Danny." Newton shuffled forward. "Ms Paul, I'm very sorry I jumped to conclusions. I'm a victim of my gender," he said grandly. "I thought the most beautiful woman I have ever seen could not be intelligent. I was wrong! Will you accept my apologies, Ms Paul?" "What," I said, mockingly, " no bow?" and Alison laughed. I had visions of Newton bowing low and kissing my hand. I smiled and extended my hand. "Apology accepted. And please, call me Lucy." Newton gratefully took my hand. "Please call me Danny. And, thank you. I made a terrible mistake. Now, let me show you around." "Perhaps not, Danny, " I said firmly. "Don't you think you should join that marketing meeting? I'm sure Mr Groves would welcome your trusted advice." Danny stared at me and then quickly looked up at the ceiling. "Yes," he said. "You're right. I should be there. Thank you Lucy." As he pushed the elevator call button he turned to Alison. "Alison, could you show Lucy around?" Alison did show me around and I met a lot of wonderful people. Obviously, a lot of them had thought I was Groves latest bimbo but with Alison's recommendations and my own communication skills, I made some good friends. At the end of the day, I felt I had achieved a new milestone in the life of Lucy Paul. Groves and Danny walked out of the office. Danny said goodbye and left. Groves smiled down at me. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For what?" "For Daniel. He's not fighting me now. He said he had a conversation with you. You obviously knew him well so you could manipulate him." "It wasn't like that!" I protested. "You're well on your way. I'll have your birth certificate and social security number tomorrow. Thanks again." I watched him leave. He had it all wrong but did it matter? He saw things his way and I knew I couldn't' change him. And tomorrow, I'll have a birth certificate and, more importantly, I'll find out how old I am. Smiling, I picked up the phone and dialled a number. "Robert? This is Lucy. I'm ready to go when it's convenient for you. Now? You are sweet. I'll be right down." (Part 15) Robert escorted me to the door and I thanked him and let myself in. Victor rushed over with a bunch of flowers. "Lucy," he said. "these came for you." I took the roses and breathed them in. They were golden yellow and full of scent. "There's a card," he prompted and I opened it. They were from Neil with a simple note that said: `Thanks for yesterday.' Victor handed me another card. "That's his phone number," he grinned. I smiled back at him. "Thanks Victor." Impulsively, I pecked him on the cheek and he went red. I swept upstairs and put the flowers in water. Suddenly, I wasn't tired any longer. The phone rang. It was Barbara and we talked about the day at the office and her day at GRL "I got flowers today," I said softly. "From Neil?" she asked. "Yes. Roses. Yellow ones with a glorious perfume." "Girl," she said sharply, "have you got condoms?" "I beg your pardon?' "Don't go Queen of England on me. Have you got condoms?" she demanded. "No," I said in a small voice. "Get some. Now. I can almost smell how horny you are." "Barbara," I said quietly. "I'm not sure." "Yes you are," she said warmly, "relax and call me when it's over." She rang off. I stared at the vase of yellow roses, the room heavy with their scent and dialled Neil's number. "Hello?" "Neil, I want..." "Lucy!" he exclaimed, obviously pleased to hear from me. "Neil, thank you for the wonderful flowers." "Do you like them?" "They are glorious." "I went to four different florists to get roses with a perfume. I guessed you would like the perfume. Do you?" "I love it. Thank you. It's a wonderful surprise after a long day." There was a pause. "Lucy, would you like to go out to eat? My treat." Thoughts ran through my mind but I knew I had to take the next step. Damn it, I wanted to! Needed to! "No," I said and I could sense his disappointment. "Let me cook for you." "You cook?!" I laughed. "Don't sound so surprised. Nothing special. Pasta and a salad. You," I said laughingly, "can help." "Lucy, that sounds great. What do I bring?" "Yourself. Maybe a bottle of wine?" And some condoms, I almost added. "I'll be there. When?" "In thirty minutes?" "See you then." When I walked to the bedroom to freshen up, I knew my panties were wet. There was no doubt I knew what I was doing. Let's be honest, I wanted to do it. I tried to recapture the memories of my maleness but failed and I realised I just could not imagine myself as a male. I stripped off my clothes and bundled them into the laundry basket. I rushed into the bathroom and had a quick shower, discarding my wet panties with a slight embarrassment but a lot of enthusiasm. Deciding on a short denim skirt and a blue blouse, I agonised on the underwear and finally chose a simple black lace bra and sexy black lace thong panties. My hair was brushed back and I sprayed perfume all over me. As I was moving pots and pans around in the kitchen, the phone rang. "You okay?" Barbara's voice came down the line,. "I think so." "He's on his way, isn't he?" "Yes." "You remember what I told you, girl." "I do." "Enjoy yourself. And..." "What?" "I love you, Lucy. Enjoy it." I replaced the phone and wiped a small tear away. The doorbell rang and I felt a surge of panic that was quickly replaced by a comfortable feeling. This was my life and I was going to live it, dam it! The door swung open. "Hi," I said smiling up at him. "Come on in." He sheepishly waved the bottle of wine and followed me in, dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt. I pointed at the salad makings. "Start splitting the lettuce," I said and placed the wine on the bench. It was an South Australian red I hadn't heard of from the Clare Valley. I made the sauce while he made the salad, happily chatting about all sorts of things while the pasta bubbled in the huge pot of the stove. There was no doubt, I had never felt as happy as I did right now. "Is that okay?" he asked, showing the bowl. The lettuce looked like it had been pulverised and the tomato squashed but I still smiled at him. "That looks fine," I lied. "Great." He put the knife down at looked at me strangely. "Lucy, " he said, "I'm gonna go for it. Don't stop me." He shook his head slowly. "Lucy, " he said looking steadily at me, "you are the most beautiful person I have ever met,. God knows, you look like an angel and you're so kind. Lucy, " he said desperately, " I can't help myself. When I'm with you I just want to hold you, to kiss you, to be really close." He stopped, flushed, embarrassed and sweating. My panties were soaked. I smiled lazily. "God damn it," I whispered, "I thought you weren't good with women." A half smile played across his face and he reached for me. Let me tell you, I just folded into his arms as willingly as any lamb to the slaughter, except, I wasn't about to get slaughtered. I think I was about to get fucked. His lips found mine and we kissed long and deep as the pasta bubbled and his cock pushed against my soft belly. Pushing him away, I turned the stove off. "Maybe," I said hesitantly, " We can eat later?" Neil wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again and, this time, his hands roamed over my bottom and to my breasts. It felt wonderful as he gently kissed my throat while hands slid under my blouse to gently touch my rock hard nipples through the bra. My fingers gently stroked the bulge in his pants as his cock strained against the denim. "Oh Lucy," he breathed in my ear and I could feel his heart pounding. Somehow, we made it to the cane sofa, still kissing. His fingers trembled as he unbuttoned by blouse and his eyes bulged when he saw my large breasts in the black lace. In an instant, he was kissing them and I held his head to my body. I pushed him back and slid down to his crotch, slowly pulling his zipper down as he groaned softly. His cock strained against his red briefs with its head just peeking out above the waistband. Neil lifted himself up as I pulled his pants down, hungry to see his cock. My fingers gently cupped his hairy balls and then lightly stroked his cock. He groaned and trembled when my thumb stroked the sensitive strip of flesh just under the head. I smiled up at him as I took his cock in my mouth, my tongue gently licking the head. It slid out of my mouth with a gentle plop and I started to slowly move my hand up and down his cock. Neil stared down at me with glassy eyes, his whole body straining. "Do you like this?" I whispered. "Oh Lucy," he groaned, his body shaking as his cock jumped in my hand. Cum spurted from his cock as I furiously jerked it, his body thrusting as he pumped his seed onto his belly until he was dry. "Hm," I smiled. "Obviously you did like it." I went to the bathroom and brought back a small hand towel. Gently, I wiped up the white puddle of sperm and threw it in the laundry hamper. "Lucy," he said, embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I tried to hold back but.....It was too much." Kissing him softly on the cheek, I looked down at his soft cock curled on his body. "Don't be sorry. I'm flattered. Besides, " I said, looking into his eyes, "we have all night." We kissed deeply. "Do you have condoms?" I asked shyly and he nodded. "You wait here for a moment and I'll be back in a moment. Get comfortable, "I smiled. "Really comfortable." Dimming the lights, I went into my bedroom and stripped off my blouse and skirt. The bra and panties can stay, I thought, as I rummaged in my underwear drawer. A matching black lace garter belt and sheer black stockings with black stiletto heels completed the picture. I took some time with my face and hair, making sure I had a more glamorous look. Finally, I was ready and, taking a deep breath as I opened the door, I posed in the doorway. Neil was naked and his mouth fell open when he saw me. "Well," I purred. "Do you like this?" I smiled sexily as I saw his cock stir. "Hm," I licked my lips, "I see you do." He held me in his arms in an instant, his naked chest squeezed against me. Then, he slowly kneeled and nuzzled his mouth into my soaked panties. I leaned back, softly moaning as my fingers ran through his hair. I gasped when pulled the panties aside and used his tongue. I led him into the bedroom and I lay on the bed while he stared down at me, his cock jutting from his body. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. In the early hours of the morning, I stood on the balcony and listened to the waves as Neil slept in my bed. We had slowly made love, then ate the pasta naked in the kitchen, laughing and giggling and then we made love again. It had been wonderful and I felt whole, an entire person. The wind blew my hair and I pulled the dressing gown tighter around me. Life was good and, I knew, I couldn't ask for anything better. I looked forward to a endless life of opportunity, open to me and the talents or skills Winston had impressed in me. Neil was wonderful, helping me to accept me but he was not the love of my life and he would always hold a special place in my heart. The waves rolled in, light coming across the sea and I suddenly realised I was happy. I was moving forward on that special journey, the journey of life. _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+