Message-ID: <30636asstr$991753803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!news2 From: Spoonbender@hotmail.com (theodore spoonbender) X-Original-Message-ID: <3b185f00.14376077@news.newsguy.com> Reply-To: Spoonbender@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} The Surprise (MF, rom, cons) by Theodore Spoonbender Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2001 11:10:03 -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: assm-admin The Surprise (MF, rom, cons) ******************************************************* An erotic short story (c) 2001 Spoonbender. If you are underage don't read it. It is based on characters developed by the late Dulcinea, which are used with the permission of her archivists. May be reposted freely (as long as it is complete including this copyright header) except on websites, or any other media, that requires payment to view it. This is definitely not my most comfortable genre. But I made the effort for a special lady. If you like this story then email Spoonbender@hotmail.com and I might be persuaded to write some more . Exskuses pleas for spilling the English Grandma and her Punk-Chew Asian. It no edited. I not got none. ******************************************************* This story is dedicated to and written for Lisala with whom I (verbally) went too far. Forgiveness is too much to hope for. ******************************************************* He sat watching her for a while, reveling in her beauty. The stray hair thrust carelessly behind her ears, her pearl white teeth chewing on her pencil. Even her slight frown didn't mar the delicate perfection of her face. She was in profile to him as she scanned the screen, occasionally tapping away furiously on the keyboard. "Darling," he ventured. "Shush," she waved her hand at him, her eyes not leaving the screen. He stood up and walked up behind her and rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. Feeling her tension he started describing small circles with his thumbs at the nape of her neck. At first he felt her stiffen further, then start to relax as he wove his magic. "Hmmm'" she moaned. "I have a surprise for you," he ventured. "Oh," she sighed, her eyes closed and her lips moist and parted. His hands wandered down to her breasts imprisoning them lightly. He knew that he had her full attention now. Her computer glared balefully at him as if it blamed him for the loss of its mistress. He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at it. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I said, I have a surprise for you." "I have to finish this," she murmured willing him to continue the soft, relentless teasing of her nipples. He suddenly drew his hands away and turned towards the door, "it won't take a minute," he chuckled. She swiveled her chair and tapped her fingers lightly on its arm. "Come on, I've got to finish this. Can't it wait?" "No, no, it's got to be now, I won't be a second." She felt like turning around and again pounding away at her essay, but a feline curiosity kept her attention focused on the doorway. She was slightly startled when he suddenly leapt into the doorway with a triumphant, "ta-da!" He was wearing his silk robe, the one he had brought back from that business trip to Japan. It came down to his knees normally but now it was curiously misshapen. Now he definitely had her attention as he moved towards her, the something that was under his robe seeming to have a life of its own. He stood before her for a second, her gaze on the level of his crotch; before flinging open his robe with a flourish revealing an exquisitely wrapped box poking out at her, complete with a big red ribbon tied in an extravagant bow. "Sorry I took so long," he smiled. "They wouldn't wrap it in the shop, so I had to do it myself." "What is it?" She enquired mischievously. He shrugged noncommittally, "why not open it and find out." Her fingers sought the ribbon, drawing it teasingly slowly whilst muttering, "I wonder what it could be?" Then the box itself relented to her fingers. As she drew the last of the packaging away his penis bobbed free and she clapped her hands like a schoolgirl. "Its wonderful, can I keep it please?" she looked up at him imploringly, an impish smile twitching her lips. "Do you promise to look after it?" he asked with mock severity. "Oh yes, I promise." She leaned forward and kissed the tip. It stood up straighter. "Oh look, I think it likes me," she giggled. She looked up at him, "do you think it'd like to be stroked?" He moaned as the warmth of her fingers made contact with him. Evidently it did. She wrapped her fingers around him and pumped up and down his shaft slowly, as she stood up to face him. "I think I have the perfect place for him to live," she said as her eyes drew level with his. "It's a warm, wet cave that I've prepared especially for him." She took his hand and guided it under her skirt. He could feel her moist heat radiating through her panties as his hand rested lightly on her mound. She pushed the chair away with a shimmy of her hips and leaned back against the table. "Hmm, maybe he will, shall we find out?" he breathed. His hand pushed aside the silken fabric as she pulled him towards her. Her legs slipping open in joyous submission. A moment of anticipation had them both gasping before their flesh met and he slipped effortlessly inside her. Her blissful moan urging him deeper into her grasping maw. His hands eased up her blouse as he sought the soft pliancy of her breasts. Tunneling beneath her bra to capture her heights, then rolling her nipples luxuriantly between his fingers and thumbs. He could feel her heart fluttering like a captive bird under his palm, as he leaned forward to mash his lips against hers. Her hands sought him and pulled him closer as he started to thrust slowly and methodically inside her. She pushed her hips forward in perfect synchronization with his beat, lost in a whirlpool of ecstasy as his ardor mounted and his lunges attained a greater urgency. She could feel herself soaring way up into the clouds as the tsunami of her release raced towards her, tossing her helplessly into a maelstrom of exquisite pleasure. Instinctively she wrapped her legs tightly around him as her hands clawed frantically at the flesh of his back, before finally tipping over the edge when she felt him pulse his wet heat deep inside her. Losing control completely, she screamed her way into her orgasm. Her cries a soprano counterpoint to his deep groans as they consummated their pleasure. They clung to each other for long minutes as their hearts slowed their pounding and their breath ceased to be gasped into their laboring lungs. Her head dropped forward onto his shoulder and they wrapped their arms tightly around one another, his lips darting small kisses onto the crown of her head. Suddenly she pulled back and looked at him quizzically, "I've been home for hours, why didn't you give it to me earlier?" He grinned. "I couldn't get it in the box." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+