Message-ID: <36517asstr$1021569005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020516114224.38232.qmail@web14807.mail.yahoo.com> From: Mina Murphy X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 04:42:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} NEW:Ties That Bind 1 {Mina} (Fsolo) Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 13:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates {ASSM} Ties That Bind 1 {Mina} (Fsolo) Disclaimer:This story is meant for those over 18. If you are under 18 please do not continue further. For the rest of you, please know that this is the original work of the author and is fictitious (for the most part). It is also property of the author. Forward your comments to Toutavous99@yahoo.com. Thanks. Mina Ties That Bind 1 Everybody has a favorite place they go to relax, unwind, think, and refresh. My place is the mountains in the summer. The fresh air and peaceful surroundings can send me to a whole other existence. On this particular trip I was feeling quite exceptional. I had a promotion at work, made settlement on a new condo, somehow lost an inch off my waist and to top it all off I was having a great hair day! What more could a girl ask for? As I pulled up in front of the cabin I can already see work that needs to be done. All in good time. I had to unpack the car and get a fire going because there wasn't much time before the sun went down behind the mountain. Once that happens it gets so dark that you can't see your own hand in front of your face and the cold creeps in quickly. After opening up the windows to air out some of the mustiness and unloading the supplies that were brought up, it was evident that I needed to collect some wood for the fireplace. Luckily, my green flannel was still hanging right where I left it, so I threw it on over my tank top and cut-offs. It only took a short trek into the wooded area behind the cabin to come up with enough timber to last me thru the night. As I bent down to retrieve the last piece, I could hear some noises coming from deeper in the woods. The sound of laughter in the middle of nowhere peaked my curiosity, so I followed my ears. I was drawn towards a small clearing a little further away. To my surprise, I came upon a man and woman who were attempting to undress each other without using their hands. It was quite comical and they were laughing hard as they were fumbling with buttons, hooks and belts with their teeth, elbows and toes. Within a few more minutes, they had managed to untangle themselves from the last article of clothing and rewarded each other with a long and passionate kiss. Just watching these two having so much fun made me think back to when the last time was that I enjoyed a partner that much. I had been in and out of relationships, but they never seemed to be just flat out fun. Feeling like I was intruding, I left and returned to my weekend home to lock up for the night. I started a fire and went into the kitchen to make myself something to eat. After a quick bite and a hot shower, I curled up in the corner of the sofa with a tall glass of vodka and a book. A few pages into the book, though, my thoughts began drifting back to the couple I saw in the woods. I wish I hadn't left them so soon. I'm sure things were about to get more interesting when I turned away to come back here. The man was tall and muscular with skin the color of a bronze medal. His hair was quite long and he had it pulled back in a tie of some sort. The woman was much shorter than him and had an athletic build. Her hair was longer than his, but I noticed that she also had it fastened the same as his. There was something about those ties that just kept sticking in my mind and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Remembering their twisted bodies began to make me crave the touching. It had been so long since I had been with someone. The effects of the vodka and the heat from the fire were beginning to take over and the warmness from inside my body made me shed my robe. I was warm all over and now all I wanted was to be touched. I began to rub my neck to slough off the last bits of tension from the ride up. As I lowered my hands to my tits, I was surprised that my nipples were already hard as pointy little rocks. Wetting my fingertips with vodka, I played around with them, pinching and squeezing. Rolling my hard nipples between them and flicking at them to just sting a bit. I massage my round tits, kneading them like dough, and raising them up so I can taste the vodka on their tips. Kissing and sucking gently, then flicking wildly with my tongue till I make myself groan a little. My hands find their way down the front of my body. I'm pretty proud of my abs and even happier that I don't have to work at it to keep them firm and flat. They're tight, but not muscular and as I glide my hands past them to the tops of my thighs the fire crackles. As intense as the fire in the fireplace is, it's nothing compared to the heat coming from within my own body. I take another drink from the glass of vodka because my throat is becoming dry from the fire and the deep breathing. My head is swimming and as my hands work their way back down to my thighs, my legs automatically spread, allowing my hands clear access between them. When my fingertips brush the lips of my pussy, I realize how wet and swollen my clit had become. Without hesitating, I plunged two fingers right in and began massaging myself, crossing and uncrossing my fingers rhythmically. My back arches and my hips begin to grind in time with the rhythm of my fingers. The wetter I'm getting, the faster I move. Nobody is around to hear me and I can't help how loud I begin panting and moaning. The sounds feed right back into my floating head and I'm getting more turned on as the minutes pass. I take my hand out and rub the juice all over the outside of my aching pussy. As I gently stroke myself for a while, I catch my breath and get ready for the next round. When I feel the welling beginning inside, I thrust 3 fingers deep inside my hot hole and fuck myself deep and hard, using my other hand to agitate the tip of my clit till I'm just about to cum. The room starts to spin and I let out a piercing yell as I finally allow myself to give in to the uncontrollable bucking that shakes my body when I cum. A few minutes later, my breathing returns to normal and I dip my already wet fingers into my vodka glass and then lick them clean. I polish off what's left of my drink, cover up with my robe and drift off to sleep more relaxed than I've been in quite a long time. After a much needed night of good solid rest, I felt like a new person. The usual chores that are involved with getting a place ready for the season were written out on a notepad and left on the table with a fat red marker next to it. I decided my reward for eliminating all the items on the list would be lemonade and a lounge chair on the dock in the sun. I twisted up my hair and decided to forgo the underwear; pulled on some comfy boxer shorts and a big t-shirt. By the time I got my inside work done, the sun had come up fully in the back of the cabin. The grounds needed a little TLC so I figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and get some tanning time in. I took off the shirt and threw it over the porch railing. As I raked thru the grass and cleared the debris from the garden, I could feel the hot sun beating down on my back and it didn't take long between the sun and the physical work to get a good sweat going. Apparently, I had gotten a little overzealous with the hard work and forgot to drink the water that I had brought out for myself. All of a sudden I became extremely dizzy and put my hand up to steady my head. The last thing I remembered before I lost consciousness was someone's arms catching me. When I came to, I could tell I was on the futon on the porch and there was a cool cloth over my forehead and eyes. I could feel another wet cloth almost massaging my body and welcomed the cool feeling on my toasted skin. As I came to fully, I took the cloth from my head and adjusted my eyes to see who my rescuer was. It was the same woman I had seen yesterday in the woods. "Hi, there. It's a good thing I was coming past when I did. You must've forgotten to hydrate while you were working." Ok. Even though I was grateful for the assistance, who was she and why was she here in the first place? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Annie and I was on my way back from my run when I crossed your property and noticed you staggering a bit when you stood up fast. As soon as I saw your hand going up to your head, I knew you were in trouble. I'm a personal trainer and know the signs of dehydration all too well. I caught you before you hit the ground and got you to the porch. Here, drink this." As I sat up to take the bottle of water from Annie, I realized that I was still shirtless and noticed that my boxers were disheveled enough that you could see the tattoo on the inside of my hip bone. I looked at her and she gave me a slight smile. Oh, well. There's no use covering up now. So I sat up and she stayed with me till I finished the whole bottle of water. We chatted about the area and I found out that she was sharing a house with a bunch of friends about a mile away. She asked if I was here alone and when I told her I was, she gave me her phone number. Their crowd has great parties and if I'd like to come by, I was always welcome. I thanked her for her help before she left and as she turned to go, I noticed her hair was pulled back in that same manner as yesterday. I got a closer look at the way it was fastened. The holder was a wide leather band about 3 inches long with a leather strap threaded in a criss-cross pattern thru the whole length of it. I'll have to ask her where she got it. --------------------------------- Do You Yahoo!? LAUNCH - Your Yahoo! Music Experience <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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