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From: Butych Rambo <butch_rambo@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Story: You and Me, Babe (MF)
Date: Sat,  3 Feb 2001 19:10:08 -0500
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   WARNING!

   This text file contains sexually explicit material.  If you

   do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are

   under age, delete this file immediately.


   You & Me, Babe (MF)


   Let me explain this.  First the lady and I have been friends for some
years.  We are

   both married to someone else and have families.  I have grown to love
her and even lust after

   her (hence this fantasy).  I wrote this fantasy in order to share with
her one day if she ever

   indicated a willingness to share the same feelings.  This has not
happened, in fact, she has

   rejected the option of ever having these feelings with me.  So, I
thought I would share it with

   others and see what you think of my fantasy.  Let me know -
Butch_Rambo@yahoo.com


   . .

   I call you up.  We have not spoken for over a year as I have been in
another city working.  It is time for us to have lunch again.  I do so much
enjoy our lunches, our conversations, watching the animation in your face,
your ups and downs, and your concerns over my problems, your sharing of
yours.  I am looking forward to having lunch with you again and being close
to you.  Maybe even another kiss.  Yes, we have shared just some kisses and
they have been both memorable and lasting.  I am looking forward to being
able to touch you again.

   You readily agree.  You are interested in how I been and what I plan to
do now.  I hope you want to see me as badly as I want to see you and maybe
for some of the same reasons, but you have never given me a real hint.

   A couple of hours later, after having made the luncheon appointment, my
desires for you are building.  The truth will out and I can not contain
them much longer so I call you back.

   Me: "Hi, sweet lady.  Hope I am not interrupting anything?"

   You: "No, not at all.  Have you had a change of plans?"

   (Do I sense a hint of disappointment in your voice?)

   Me: "Well maybe, it depends on you?"

   You: "On me?  What depends on me?"

   Me: "The change in plans!"

   You: "I don't understand?"

   Me: "Well, just listen to me for a minute and do not interrupt.  Maybe I
can explain this well enough that you will not be offended or put off by
it."

   You: "Okay?"

   Me: "Hey, now, don't interrupt.  I do not want you to say yes or no
until you have thought about this.  I am not sure I can get all this out as
I am not a bravado kind of guy but I have to try.  Sweet Lady, I really
want to have more than lunch with you.  I have wanted for sometime now to
make love to you, hot, sweet, passionate love.  I have wanted to say that
directly to you for so long.  Anyway, that is the change in plans I would
like to make.  I would like to take you to a motel with me during the
lunchtime, so we can really enjoy each other and as I said, make wild, hot,
sweet and passionate love for at least an hour.  Now I know this sounds
incredulous for me to be saying this to you, but I needed to say it, and I
would like it to be so.  So...  if you are the least bit interested in
this, think about it.  Do not say yes or no now as I asked previously.  If
this interests you, call me back later or tomorrow with the name of a motel
somewhere around your place of work where we can meet and we will go from
there.  If I do not hear from you and I really want too, I will be at your
place for lunch as originally planned.  Bye for now."

   (I hang up and you still have the phone in your ear, not believing that
I could have even said such things to you.  Who did I think I was to say
these things?  But as I had hoped you do not have a fit nor laugh.  You
think about it.

   On the way home that night, you unconsciously are looking around for
motels, which you never have noticed before.  Now you see many that you did
not know even existed.  You turn off at one exit not to far from your place
of work and drive down its main road for about a mile.  There you see a
motel that does not look seedy nor does it look too noticeable.  You copy
down the name and address of the place, slip the paper in your purse and
return to the route home.

   That night you are strangely distracted.  You know why but your family
has no idea.  You try to be calm and as normal as possible but that piece
of paper in your purse keeps flashing in your mind.  Should you call me
tomorrow with the information or not.  You fall asleep poorly that night
not sure what you are going to do.  Not sure of the steps ahead.  Not sure
of me, not sure of you.

   I, too, keep listening for the phone the rest of that day.  No call, at
least, not from you.  Sleep for me comes slow as I go from fantasy
fulfilled to fantasy dashed.)

   Me: (To myself) "What have I done?  Have I ruined a good friendship? 
Have I offended you beyond repair?  I hope not.  I hope my honesty will at
least count for something with you.  I will just have to wait and see.  If
there is no call tomorrow, then I will have to wait two more days before
seeing you for lunch and not for each other."

   (The morning comes.  Your drive to work goes past faster than usual. 
Your mind is still a mix of emotions, questions, answers, and wonder.

   You: "What would it be like to make love to him?  Can I really do that?
How could he ask me to that with him?  What have I done to make him think
that I even might be interested?  Would it be as exciting as my emotions
are telling me?  Why am I asking all these questions of myself?  Oh, what
am I going to do?"

   (And you find yourself in the parking lot, parked in your space, just
staring out the window.  The day needs to start, so being the businesswoman
you are you put on your professional demeanor and walk into the day ahead.

   I wake up early, which is usual for me and go into my office and begin
work on the challenges ahead of me.  In the back of my mind, I am thinking
about you and praying that you are okay and you are not totally ashamed or
disappointed in me.  About an hour after you have started to work, I think
about calling you and telling you not to worry about any of what I said.  I
will be there in two days to take you to lunch.  You can scold me then. 
But I don't.  Hoping against all hope, I wait for your call.

   At 10:30, you get a call at your desk.  You have to reach into your
purse to get something you need.  There is the piece of paper with the
information about the motel.  You take it out and slip it almost under the
telephone and stare at it as you try to get yourself back into the
telephone conversation that occasioned the rediscovery of the note.  After
the phone call, you try to turn away from the phone and get back to the
work on your desk, but the piece of paper now stares at you from under the
edge of the phone.)

   You: (To yourself) "What am I going to do?  I can call and give him the
information and then if I change my mind or even make up my mind later, I
can always cancel.  I need to get this out of my mind so I can concentrate
on the work of the day."

   (You pick up the phone . . .)

   You: "Hi, you doing alright?"

   Me: "Yes, but probably as distracted as you have been.  Are you all
right?  Have I made you mad at me?"

   You: "No, of course not.  I can not be mad at you.  But I am not sure
about this."

   Me: "I understand perfectly.  It is quite a puzzle isn't it?"

   You: "Yes, you could say that.  Here is the info."

   (You give me the name of the motel and its address.)

   Me: "Great.  I will take care of everything then.  I will be there at
11:45 AM.  I will leave a folded note on my windshield under the wiper.  It
will contain the number of the room I have rented.  Just come to the door
and open it and come in.  I will be waiting inside.

   Me: "Okay, I will see you then in a couple of days.  Right?"

   You: (shakily) "I guess.  I am still not sure I can go through with
this?"

   Me: "I understand.  But I will be there, waiting, because I really want
to be with you.  If you do not come, I will be hurt but not mad.  I will
call you later."

   You: "Okay."

   Me: "I love you and I want you, remember that.  And I hold our
relationship at the highest level.  Do not be afraid, I will not let any
harm come to you."

   You: "Okay."

   Me: "See you in a couple of days."

   You: "Okay."

   (Your are so stunned by what you have just done you can hardly speak. 
After we hang up, you take the piece of paper, fold it firmly and place it
in the bottom of your purse.  Then you take it out and throw it away.)

   You: (To yourself) "There, that's over with.  I will not go."

   (You get back to work and find your energy level increased because of
the emotional high you are on.  You think to yourself...)

   You: "I have never been this tense and excited about anything for such a
long time."

   (The day goes fast.  The next day comes and goes without you hardly even
thinking about it.

   Meanwhile, I have driven out to where the motel is.  I get their phone
number and look over the layout of the units.  I want to be as discrete as
possible in this so we do not have to worry about others.  My days go
slowly.  My mind again moves from the potential of the encounter to the
disappointment of rejection.  It is a risk, but it is a worthwhile risk to
be with you.

   The day arrives.  You wake with a start.)

   You: "Oh, my what am I going to do?  Today is the day.  I still do not
know."

   (These questions haunt you as prepare for work and get your family ready
for the day.  But you are extra careful in the selection of your under
garments and your clothes.)

   You: "Maybe, if!"

   (You push yourself through the preparations and drive off for work.

   I am still questioning.)

   Me: "Will she come or won't she?  If she comes, what if we do not
fulfill the dream?  It will be all right.  Whatever happens it will be all
right."

   (I dress for our encounter and work the morning away trying not to think
about the possibilities facing me and the dream being fulfilled.  Only
hoping.

   At 11:25, I pull up to the motel.  I check in under an assumed name and
pay cash.  The clerk does not even look at me.  He hands me a key and I
leave.  I pull around in front of the room.  I get out of the car bringing
with me the items I have prepared and I enter the room.  I make sure the
air conditioner is on.  It is a clean and comfortable room.  I step back
out side to the car and place a note on the windshield under the wiper,
just like I told you.  Then I go back into the room, leaving the door just
slightly ajar.  I sit in one of the chairs, close my eyes and wait.

   At 11:30, you are still trying to make up your mind if you are going to
come.  You look for some excuses to keep you there at work longer but you
have so ordered your day that there is nothing to do right then but to go
lunch.  You turn to the girls in the office.)

   You: "I am going out to lunch today.  I may be back in an hour or maybe
more."

   (Or maybe less, you say to yourself.  You nervously pick up your purse
and get into your car.  It is 11:40.  You have the key in your hand; you
look at it and the ignition.  Your hand steadily goes to the ignition
inserts the key and turns it without conscious thought on your part.  The
car air conditioning turns on, then the cool air strikes you across face
like a gentle breeze.  You are aware that all the nerves of your body are
at a heightened awareness.  You back out and head for the highway.  It is
11:45.  If you were going to be there, you should be there now.  Maybe you
should just turn around and go back to the office.  But what would you tell
the girls in the office for being back so soon.  You drive on.  There is
the turn off to the road on which the motel is located.  You consider
driving on past but then you find the car almost taking the turn off by
itself.  You are on the main road.  Ahead of you, you see the motel.  Your
breath checks for a moment.  Maybe you will drive on by, but then you find
yourself pulling into the drive of the motel.  You look for my car.  There
it is.  You stop.  Park.  Turn off the engine.  Breathing deeply you
unfasten your seat belt, reach for your purse and step out of the car.  You
see the note under the windshield.  You walk around the back of your car
and between them reaching over quickly pulling out the note.  You hold it
in your hand for a moment and then open it.  The room is just to your
right. You see that the door is slightly open.  You glance around.  Nobody
is watching.  You approach the door, step in, and close it behind you.

   The contrast between the day and the darkness of the room blinds you for
a second and then you hear me stand up to your left and you glance over to
see me standing next to you.  I pass behind you and secure the room door.)

   Me: "I am so glad you came."

   You: "I hope I am."

   Me: "You will be."

   (I take you in my arms.  We have never held each other this way before.
You hold on to me because you are slightly shaking your emotions, your
nerves, are all in over load.)

   Me: "It's all right, babe.  You are fine."

   You: "Oh, I don't know.  You do not know how many times I thought about
not coming here today."

   Me: "Oh, yes, I do.  Remember this is my fantasy."

   You: "Yeah that's right."

   (I take the back of your hand and kiss it lightly.  Then I kiss the
inside of your elbow.  This makes you shiver.  Then I pull you close, put
my arms around you, and kiss your eyes, which are shut by then, one at a
time.  Then I begin what is to become one of the best kisses you ever got,
by simply brushing your lips.  Gradually my tongue comes out and I just
touch your mouth.  But your mouth opens as if I had used a key.  I move
slowly, increasing the movement and depth of my tongue, flicking your
teeth, touching the inside of your upper lip, pressing your lips harder,
going deeper into your mouth.  By this time you are clutching me as if for
dear life.  When I finally pull back, you open your eyes.  I am smiling. 
Then I simply kiss you again, this time without the very gradual approach.
You feel as if you are going to lose consciousness.  You are actually
dizzy. Inside, you feel like a bottle of carbonated water.  [You ask how I
know this, remember it is my fantasy.] I break the kiss again; you could
have stayed there indefinitely.  )

   Me: "Come, I want to see you.  Now we must take off your clothes."

   (Without a moment hesitation, I reach and begin unbuttoning your blouse.
You just stand their staring into my eyes, watching me as I begin to open
you to myself.  I unbutton your blouse and tug the ends out of your pants.
As I am watching you becoming more and more revealed to my gaze, I notice
you have worn a bra with a front clasp.)

   Me: (To myself) "How convenient."

   (I deftly unfasten the bra and lay it away from your breasts.  I am
seeing for the first time those orbs that have fascinated me in the past. I
remove the blouse and bra from your shoulders.  I know you are terribly
self-conscious about your body, even more so than the average woman.  For
some reason, every woman I've ever known has felt she has to live up to the
latest supermodel flavor of the month.  But there aren't any supermodels
that would give me the time of day,

   So in my book, you are the last word in beauty, all the more so because
you are real.  Knowing that you probably do not believe your body structure
to be that beautiful, as most women believe, I look into your eyes . . .)

   Me: "Beautiful, absolutely stunning!"

   (You are not too sure.  I reach to your side and unbutton the clasp on
your pants and move the zipper down.  Your pants slide smoothly down your
legs and you kick them to the side as you step out of them and kick off
your shoes.  You are standing before me now in only light blue French cut
panties.  I let my breath out quickly as your beauty has entranced me.)

   Me: "You are much more beautiful without those clothes.  I would really
like to see you in a beautiful gown, but now I think this way is better."

   (You are flushed, but now into the seduction that has begun."

   You: "Now it is my turn."

   (As you reach to unbutton my shirt.)

   Me: "My pleasure, love."

   You: "And mine also."

   (As you disrobe me, I, too, am conscious of my body realizing that it
has aged some but I have tried to keep it in the best condition that I
could.  I am now 40 pounds lighter than the last time you saw me and you
are attracted to the fullness of my body and the smell of excitement that
is coming from it.)

   Me: "I want to touch your breasts, but I will wait until we are in bed."

   (When you have accomplished on me as I have left you, with just our
under pants on, I take your hand and lead you to the edge of the bed and
sit you down.  I sit down beside you and we hug each other as if we need
the other one to support us in this final movement.  We lay back on the bed
and I begin kissing you.

   Holding you again very gently, I kiss your brow, your eyes, your neck,
then your mouth.  Still holding this wonderful kiss, I run one hand up and
down your back, over your buttocks, back to your shoulders.  You arch your
head as I kiss your neck.  You arched your back as I begin to kiss your
breasts, all over.  As I sucked an erect teat between my lips, a soft moan
escapes your lips.  From my particular vantage point, your breasts do not
seem petite at all.  As my tongue traces playful circles around your
areola, I face a difficult decision of continuing to rub your tummy fur
through your panties, or to take your other breast in hand.  Your hands
caress my back and run through my hair lovingly as I partake of your body.
Your deep, irregular breathing and ever so slight flush were all the signs
I needed to know that you are enjoying this every bit as much as I.

   I kiss your stomach as I headed south.  Then your waist.  You definitely
anticipate where all this was heading, and you part your legs for me as I
remove your panties.  I maneuvered between them.  Such a beautiful sight to
behold.  Your scent is intoxicating.  I briefly kiss your outer lips to
complete the pattern, then gently part them.

   The world before me explodes in brilliant scarlet pink.  You "oh" with
anticipation as your hands rubbed my shoulders and back.  I let my tongue
partake of you as I run it teasingly inside your outer lips.  The taste of
your anticipatory wetness is the sweetest nectar.

   Playfully, I lightly suck your soft fleshly inner lips, then let my
tongue roam freely around them, making a slow spiraling circles on your
vagina.  I find your tight entrance and attempt to insinuate my tongue into
your cunt.

   When your hips begin to rise to my gentle tongue fucking, I let my
attentions wander upward.  Your clitoris, by now, is fully extended to
greet me.  I let my tongue play around it, just briefly, but you had long
since passed the point of appreciating anticipation, and with unrestrained
eagerness I suck the beautiful bud between my lips.

   You moan.  Your fingers stiffen and dig into my back.  Your hips rise
and fall with increasing fervor as I grind my lips against you.

   You move, I follow, never once loosing my grip.  )

   You: "Don't stop!"

   (Like the thought would ever enter my mind.)

   You: "Don't ever stop!"

   (As your hands pull my head into you, your orgasm shaking you like a
leaf in a hard gale.

   One definite orgasm, either that, or you are a better faker than Meg
Ryan is.  I want so much to pleasure you with at least two, maybe three.  I
didn't stop.  I didn't want to stop any more than you do.  Finally after
reaching number three...)

   Me: "I love the way you taste."

   (As I slide up next to you.)

   You: "Hmmm.  I love the way you taste me."

   (As you run a finger along my arms.)

   You: "What about you?"

   Me: "What about me?"

   You: "I want so much to pleasure you, also."

   Me: "Be my guest and my fantasy lover."

   (You turn in the bed, getting on your knees.  You grasp my shorts and I
assist you as you pull them off my legs and toss them carelessly on to the
floor."

   You: "Oh look at this.  It seems you are happy to see me."

   Me: "Happy is an understatement."

   (You take hold of my harden penis stalk and slowly move your hand up and
down it in the familiar jacking motion.  A pearl of pre-seminal fluid
gathers at the top of my now purple cock helmet.  You touch it with the
finger of your other hand causing it to string between my cock and your
retreating hand.  Then you look at me with a gleam in your eyes and I watch
as you take your finger and place it at your lips.  Your tongue snakes out
and licks gently the man juice that is on your finger.)

   You: "Mmmm, good enough to eat."

   (Again your eyes are on mine as you lean down over my erect rod, stick
your tongue out and lick the tip of it.  You are enjoying watching me enjoy
it.  You then proceed to kiss around the head of my cock as more pre-cum
leaks out.  You open your mouth and envelop the purple helmet and hold it
in your mouth swirling your tongue around the tip.  It is now my turn to
moan.

   You suck on my cock lightly then move your head up to let the helmet
make a smacking sound as it pops from your mouth.  Still your eyes are on
my face.  I am riveted to watching you play with my cock.  Part of my
fantasy coming true.  You then take my cock into your mouth and begin to
descend on it taking over half of it into your mouth and throat.  I am
tense with the feeling of the warmth and wetness of your sucking mouth.  It
feels so good that I squirm a little under your administrations.  You move
up and down on it a couple times and then cocking your head a little you
began to descend on my cock until your lips were pushing against my pubic
hair and bone.  [Okay, maybe you can't do this, but remember, it's my
fantasy.] The squeezing of my cock by your throat muscles was beginning to
tempt my resolve to make this time last as long as possible.

   You must realize at my age, one good come in an hour is about all I can
muster.  So I wanted to make sure you achieved as many opportunities to
orgasm as I can give you.

   I reached my hand down to your cheek and stroke it lightly.)

   Me: "Enough of that for now.  You will soon have me going before I am
ready."

   You: "Why not?  You have pleasured me so well."

   Me: "Because I want to have you in as many ways as possible before our
noon affair is completed."

   You: "Okay, what do you want me to do.  It's your fantasy."

   Me: "Ride me, lover.  Mount my cock and ride me to another of your great
orgasms.  I want to watch your whole body explode on the pleasure it gets
from my cock.  And, I want to be inside you now."

   (You rise up, moving one leg over my thighs and sit down on my legs.  My
cock is standing rigidly up against your belly leaving trails of spittle
and pre-cum across your belly button.  You move up on my cock holding it
against your stomach as you rub your clit against its base.)

   You: "Mmmm.  That's good.  Is this okay with you?"

   Me: "Yes.  Have your fun with me."

   You: "Oh I am having fun, all right."

   (After several humpings of your clit on the base of my cock, you raise
up on one knee.  Holding my cock at the entrance of your wet pussy, you
lower your body onto my cock for the first time.  I can feel the tightness
of your velvety sheath as it closes around my hardness.  You can feel the
bulk of my cock as it begins to fill you up.)

   You: "Oh, yes!"

   (As you slowly lower your entire body down over my disappearing cock.  I
watch intently as it is slowly swallowed by your vagina and your face shows
the exquisite pleasure that it is causing you.)

   Me: "Oh, lover, it feels so good.  I love my cock in you."

   You: "Uhhh, huhhh."

   (You settle completely on my pubic bone with the entire length of my
cock inserted up into your tummy, prodding against your womb.  You rub your
belly and I can feel the movement from inside of you.  You squeeze you
cuntal muscles causing me to flinch with joy.  Then you move yourself
around me in tight little circles causing my cock to churn inside the
tight, hot, sleeve of your cunt.)

   You: "Mmmm.  This is lovely."

   Me: "Ride me, babe.  Fuck yourself on my cock."

   (With that encouragement you rise a little on your knees and then
descend again, allowing my cock to feel the pulling and tugging of your
pussy.  Two more times you do it slowly then you place your hands on my
chest, drop your head forward a little and take off in an orgasmic ride. 
Up and down, around, up and down, you begin to fuck yourself.  I raise my
hips some to create deeper penetration.)

   You: "Oh, god.  It's good.  It's so good."

   Me: "Keep it up, babe.  You are doing great."

   (I am doing my best to hold back my come as you build to another body
racking orgasm.  As it comes on to you, your hands move behind you onto my
legs, you arch your back up and drop your head back.)

   You: "Lover, I am going to come.  I am going to come again."

   Me: "Do it, babe.  Do it.  Come all over me."

   You: "Oh, yessssss!  Here iiittttt isssssss.  Umphhhhhh!"

   (After the onslaught of your explosive come, you move back over me to
lie down fully upon me as you come down off of your high.  You are like a
rag doll lying on my chest.  I run my hands up and down your back and over
your thighs.  You are beginning to gain strength again.)

   Me: "Lover, I have another way I want to take you!"

   You: "How, anyway?"

   Me: "From behind.  I want to hold on to your tight little buttocks and
slam my cock up into you until you scream."

   You: "Oh, do it.  Do it to me."

   (You move off of me and my cock comes out of your tight pussy with an
audible pop.)

   Me: "Sweetheart, get on your hands and knees."

   (You quickly comply.)

   Me: "Now, one of my favorite parts of my dream.  I get to hold your
firm, small ass cheeks in my hands."

   (I move up behind you.  Take you gently in my hands.  Squeezing lightly
your ass cheeks.  Running my hands down through your ass crack to your
soppy wet pussy.  I tickle your clit a little and then run my finger back
up through your pussy and your ass.  I stop briefly at your puckered dark
hole and rub it gently with my finger.)

   You: "Ummm.  That feels good."

   Me: "Maybe someday!"

   You: "Someday?"

   Me: "Never mind."

   (I crawl closer to you and hold my cock up to the entrance of your
pussy, which is winking at me from between your legs.  I lay my cock at the
tiny slit that is your pussy hole and press in gently.  My cock insinuates
itself slowly into your grasping cunt as I move closer to you.  My pubic
bone comes up against your ass and I find myself deeply embedded into your
body.  I hold there for what I would want to be hours, but it is only
seconds.  Grasping your hips, I pull you even closer into me.  My cock
again bumps against the wall of your womb, seeking more room to operate.  I
let it soak in your warm cavern, enjoying the feeling of your body next to
me.  I use my fingers and stroke your thighs and ass cheeks running them up
and down your back.  I am trying to memorize every inch of your body to
lock it in my mind so I can dream clearer about you next time.  Dreams
never give you the smoothness, warmth or texture of the skin.  The way it
molds around your body creating your lovely shape.  I am afraid to move and
break the moment, but there is an urgency deep in my groin to pleasure you
more.

   So I begin to move slowly back and forth, in and out of you.)

   You: "That feels good.  So good.  Keep doing that way for a while.  I
love it."

   Me: "I love it too.  Wish I could keep this up for hours.  But you are
so tantalizing like this.  I love your ass.  I could hold it all day."

   (I lean over and grasp your teats and squeeze them against your chest.
Then I take each of the nipples between my fingers and begin to tease them
and tweak them.)

   You: "Oh, yes.  That does good for me.  Play with me while you fuck me."

   (I move my right hand down and under your stomach.  I reach in between
your legs and find your clit.  Hard and protruding.  I stroke it lightly as
I continue my slow stroking in and out of your cunt.)

   You: "Oh, lover, if you keep that up I am going to come again."

   Me: "Good, I want you too.  My pleasure is to pleasure you as many times
as possible."

   You: "Well, you are doing it.  And doing it well.  Ohhhhh!"

   (I increase the speed and power of my strokes into your pussy.  Your
cunt muscles are squeezing and rippling around my cock.  I can not keep
this up for very long.  I try hard to hold myself back hoping to bring you
off again.)

   You: "That.  That's it.  Harder, harder, deeper, yes, yes, yesssssss."

   (You come again.  I can feel you pussy convulsing around my cock and
your body shaking with orgasmic bliss.)

   You: "Stop.  Enough.  Enough.  I give up."

   Me: "Does that mean you have surrendered yourself completely to me?"

   You: "Oh, yes.  I am yours.  Just let me stop for a while."

   (I stop moving in you and bring my hands back to your lovely ass cheeks.
Again I stroke your ass cheeks and thighs as you come back from your high.
Finally realizing you want to lie out, I release you and you stretch out
under me on your stomach.  I move to lie next to you, playing with your
hair, your shoulders.  Running my fingers lightly around your face, again
trying to memorize.)

   You: "You haven't yet."

   Me: "Haven't what?"

   You: "You haven't come yet."

   Me: "No."

   You: "Why?"

   Me: "Well it is not from a lack of wanting to.  I wanted come in your
mouth earlier, but I am good for only one good come in about forty-five
minutes [Okay, so I said "an hour" just a few minutes ago, but you inspired
me.].  So I have learned to control and hold back waiting until you are
completely satisfied."

   You: "Where did you learn that?"

   Me: "Practice, just for you!"

   You: "Yeah, right.  Just for me."

   Me: "Didn't you enjoy it?"

   You: "Of course, I did."

   Me: "Well, then it was just for you."

   You: "Whatever!  What can I do to help you now?"

   Me: "If you are ready for me, just roll over on your back, part your
legs and hold them up and hold on."

   You: "You bet.  It's all yours."

   (You roll over and spread your lovely legs moving them up into the air.
There below me is your waiting and wanting pussy.  I lean over one more
time and kiss it, using my tongue to run through the entire length of your
inner lips.  I suck lightly at your clit one more time.  Then I position
myself between your legs and place my hands on the bed on either side of
your shoulders.)

   Me: "Guide me in, babe."

   (You gently take hold of my still hard cock and using the other hand to
push apart your pussy lips, you connect me to the socket of your pussy.)

   You: "You are there.  Take it now."

   Me: "You bet I will."

   (I sink my cock to the full depth in one deep move of my hips locking
our pubic bones together.  I thrust again, hard, trying to get even deeper
than I did with the first thrust.  You groan as our waists meet.  I am not
the only one guilty of seeing how deep I could go, your buttocks are arched
a good inch above the mattress as you rise to meet me.  As I pulled out,
you lower yourself, increasing the speed and the sensations, your love hole
contracts around my retreating member to add yet another exquisite
sensation.

   Your breathing is ragged now and the grunts and moans changed to soft
whimpers.  As your body flushed I feel your nails digging into my back,
pulling me hard back into your warm receptive pussy.  I may have been the
horny one at the start but now the fulfilling of my fantasy has been a real
turn-on for you.  I had been forcing myself to hold back just a moment
previously, but now you come with a passion just a few short seconds before
I follow you into that sweet rapture.  Our careful coordination shatters as
we each pursue our own ecstasy.

   The body perspiration from our exertion creates a smoothing lubricant
between our bodies as I collapse, spent, over your small body.  Trying not
to put too much of my weight on you, you pull me down to yourself and we
kiss again, deeply.  You up thrust your pussy at me as my cock begins to
deflate inside of you from its workings.

   We can feel the combined juices of our love making leaking down over my
balls and through you ass crack.

   I roll off you bringing you with me and lay you on top of me.  I again
run my hands up and down your back and buttocks, still enjoying the feel of
your body.

   You lean down and kiss my nose.)

   You: "I'm glad I came."

   Me: "And come you did."

   You: "Oh, you.  You know what I mean."

   Me: "Yes, I know and I am glad you came so you could come."

   You: "Cut it out!"

   Me: "Okay.  I am very happy you decided to join me today.  It was even
better than my dream or my fantasy."

   You: "Well I have had similar fantasies, and I can say that today
exceeded some of them."

   Me: "You will have to tell me about some of them, sometime."

   You: "Maybe."

   Me: "Maybe!  I shared with you my deepest fantasy and you say maybe."

   You: "I'll bet you have other fantasies."

   Me: "Oh, I do.  And someday, maybe."

   You: "See!"

   Me: "I did originally invite you to lunch.  Are you hungry?"

   You: "Oh, I don't think I have time now."

   Me: "Sure you do.  Here sit up."

   (You sit up on the bed and I reach out next to the bed and lift onto it
a sack you had not previously seen.  I take out some sandwiches, chips, and
diet cokes.)

   Me: "Here let's have a picnic right here."

   You: "In bed, in the nude."

   Me: "Hmm, not a fantasy of yours?"

   You: "Okay give me a sandwich."

   (We sit on the bed eating and talking and laughing like we usually do at
lunch.  But I am sitting with you now as my lover and one who has given
herself to me.  It makes the lunch time more enjoyable.  We finish the
lunch.)

   You: "I have got to go and get back to work."

   Me: "I know but not until you freshen up."

   You: "What do you mean?"

   Me: "We have the smell of sex all over us.  Can you not detect the
scent?"

   You: "Gosh, you're right."

   Me: "Can't let you go back to work smelling sexy.  All the guys in the
factory will start coming around you and sniffing the air."

   You: "Not funny."

   Me: "Come let's take a quick shower together."

   You: "Another fantasy?"

   Me: "Maybe!"

   (We hop out of bed and scurry to the bath area as I run my hands over
your body.  I turn on the shower and adjust the warmth.)

   You: "What about my hair?"

   Me: "There on the shelf is a shower cap.  Put it on.  You may need it."

   (I step into the shower and take your hand as you step in next to me. 
The warm water spraying down over our bodies, we embrace and kiss once
more. My hands go to your butt and bring you into me.  I take the soap I
have brought [I hate motel soap] and soap you all over.  I pay special
attention to your breasts and nipples, and of course, your vagina.  I use
my finger careful not to get soap inside to rinse your soft pussy to make
sure my spending will not be bothering you in the afternoon.  I wash your
back and your butt.  I stoop down and wash your lovely legs, feet and toes.
Once I am done I move you under the shower and make sure all of the soap is
rinsed off.  I then hand you the soap.)

   Me: "Now me."

   You: "With pleasure."

   (You soap me all over.  Playing with my cock and balls.  My cock begins
to harden again under your manipulations.)

   You: "I though you said . . ."

   Me: "It's got to be you.  It is coming alive for you." [See I told you,
you inspire me.]

   (You stroke it lovingly, but then proceed to do my back and my ass. 
Once you are finished I move under the shower and rinse all the soap off my
body.  As I turn around my cock is now hard, standing out in front of me.)

   You: "Well, look at that thing."

   Me: "Thing?"

   You: "I'm sorry, your cock."

   Me: "Yes you have certainly inspired it, haven't you?"

   You: "So what are you going to do with it?"

   Me: "If you will give me a few more seconds here, we can try something."

   You: "What?"

   Me: "Turn towards the back wall there.  Put your hands on it and push
your butt out here."

   You: "Okay."

   (You get yourself in the position and I move up behind you.  I reach
down and insert my now hard and ready cock back up your tight and clean
pussy.  You sigh and so do I.)

   Me: "It feels so good in there."

   You: "Yes, I know."

   Me: "Although it feels so good, I know it is going to take me a long
time to come again and I need to let you get back to work."

   You: "Yes, I have to go."

   Me: "Okay, then next time we will take care of it."

   You: "Next time?"

   Me: "Sure.  In a month or so I am going to take you to lunch again."

   You: "Oh, I am not sure about that."

   Me: "You weren't sure about this afternoon either."

   You: "Well, we will see."

   (I back away from you, extracting my still harden cock from the comfort
of you willing pussy.  I turn off the water and step out of the shower.  I
get a big towel and help you out of the shower.  I proceed to dry you off
gently, patting the water from your body.  After drying myself, I watch as
you dress yourself and I do the same.  We straighten ourselves up and
prepare to continue our day.  I take you in my arms...)

   Me: "Thank you so very much for such a delightful lunch.  I look forward
to doing this many times in the future.

   You: "I enjoyed it also but I am not so sure about the future."

   Me: "We will see.  Take care of yourself.  I may call from time to time
just to make sure you are okay."

   You: "Okay, but not too many times as I do not want others to begin to
question about us."

   Me: "No problem."

   You: "I have to go now.  It's been almost an hour and a half."

   Me: "I know, but I hate to let you go."

   You: "I know also but we have to be sensible about this."

   Me: "Oh sure, let's be sensible."

   (I take and turn you toward the doors and gently paddle your butt.)

   Me: "Go now little girl.  You are now my sweet lover also."

   (You walk to the front door, pick up your purse, open the door, turn and
smile.)

   You: "Bye for now, lover."

   (You turn and leave shutting the door.

   Outside, the bright afternoon hits you into another reality.  You begin
to hum the tune "A dream is a wish your heart makes."

   Arriving back at work, the girls of the office welcome you back.  You
watch to see if they notice anything new about you.  They do not say
anything.  You go into your office, sit down your purse, turn to your day
timer and highlight today's date.

   The rest of the afternoon goes quickly and you have a lot of newfound
energy.  The "lunch" has energized you far beyond your understanding. 
After everyone has left, you sit in your office with your eyes shut
remembering the activities of our "lunch." You begin to feel the wetness
returning between your legs.  You stand, close every thing down and depart
for the day.

   On the ride home you become anxious to see your husband.  Your need to
make love again has come strong upon you.  Upon arriving home, he is fixing
the supper and you step up to help him.  You playfully run your hand up and
down the front of his crouch.)

   You: "You know I love you, don't you?"

   Him: "Yes, I do.  What has brought this on?"

   You: "Well I am not sure, but I find that I am especially horny tonight.
Can we get the kids to bed early."

   Him: "Sure if you want to, I ready for it."

   (I drive to my house with my cock still as hard as a rock.  I rub it a
little to take some of the strain out of it.  I am in a slightly euphoric
state having just had the experience of a lifetime with you.  I can go back
to work not dreaming about what might be, but remembering what has been.

   That evening my wife is the recipient of my still harden cock.  I enjoy
her more than ever knowing that I truly love her and you also.  She is
happy with my performance and comments that I seem to have gotten a little
turned on today.  A little turned on is an understatement.

   Back at your house, the kids are in bed.  You almost rape your husband.
He is excited that you are so turned on and active.  He performs admirably
for you and you for him.  You love him greatly and now you love me also.

   In the after glow of your love making you are spooned with him with your
back against his stomach.  You can feel his deflating cock lying on your
hypersensitive thigh.  He puts his arm around you and pulls you tight to
him.  One hand on your breast.)

   Him: "Gosh, sweetheart, you were great tonight.  We need to do this
again.

   You: "I am not sure what got into me.  I was just especially horny
tonight."

   Him: "When do you think you will be in this kind of mood again.  I would
enjoy this more often."

   (You close your eyes and smile.)

   You: "I don't know.  Maybe in a month or so."


   End


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