Message-ID: <39820asstr$1039781403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200212130812.BAA14032@nyx10.nyx.net> X-Nyx-Envelope-Data: Date=Fri Dec 13 01:12:20 2002, Sender=anon584c, Recipient=ckought69@hotmail.com, Valsender=anon584c@localhost From: anon584c@nyx.net (Uther Pendragon) Reply-To: anon584c@nyx.net X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 01:12:19 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} rp "Wrapped Attention 3" {Pendragon} (MF rom 1st) [3/3] x-asstr-message-id-hack: 39820 Date: Fri, 13 Dec 2002 07:10:03 -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: dennyw, IceAltar IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do something else. This material is Copyright, 1996, 1997, Uther Pendragon. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. ================== WRAPPED ATTENTION by Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net Part Three: Wednesday He awoke the next morning with Tabitha asleep on his arm and his arm asleep under her neck. He spent ten minutes just appreciating his luck and her beauty before various needs drove him out into the cold. A shaven Alex slipped back under the covers and next to her. She awoke to find him staring at her. "You could have woken me up," she said. "I don't want to miss a minute with you. I missed you all the time yesterday." He remembered and laughed. "In the car, I said that I would miss you this vacation. You didn't say that you would miss me. I'm missing you less than I expected." "Were you hurt?" "A tiny bit. Your surprise made up for it a million times over. Kiss me and I'll forgive you." She did, then got up and grabbed her robe. When she got back he asked, "Will you forgive me for going to the office if I kiss you?" This was a longer and sweeter kiss. Then he had to kiss his favorite breasts good morning. This was the first of five mornings ahead of them without office deadlines. Both of them were determined to make it special. He returned to her mouth for a long kiss with tongues playing tag. Half way through this, he clasped her mound in his hand. As he trailed kisses down to her far breast, he parted her lower lips with one finger. He spread the dew upward in the slit before it was time to change breasts. With the second sweet nipple in his mouth, he first rubbed the area around her clitoris, then brushed over it lightly. When she stiffened under this treatment he kissed a path down to her curls. She brought love to their kiss and waited for him to heat it to passion. Soon, her expectations were satisfied. His lips and his tongue stirred her while his hand inflamed her. She knew his mouth's destination when it began its journey down from her breast. This time her eagerness for his arrival was unmixed with dread. The kisses on her thighs tickled her as they aroused her. As he parted her labia with his fingers, his breath warmed and excited them. She was stirred before his tongue ever touched her. When it did, it soon brought ecstasy. Wave after wave swept through her as he continued his caresses until she collapsed. He loved Tabitha. He loved her beauty, he loved her thoughtfulness, he loved her cleverness. He loved her intimate odor and taste. But he loved her responsiveness most. Her climax in his arms, evoked by his mouth, was as erotic an experience for him as any climax of his own had ever been. He lay for a moment with his head on her lax thigh, then he moved beside her to snuggle against her as she recovered. Their silence held more love than she could express, but she tried: "I love what you do with me. I thought that you had made me come alive when we talked. I wasn't alive before I was in this bed." "I love how you respond to me," he answered. "You were always alive. I saw it before I knew your name. 'That girl is alive,' I told myself, 'the rest of us here are zombies.' You are more alive when sleeping than most women are in orgasm. That's what I was watching. A little breath, a quiver of an eyelash, the essence of vitality." "Only around you," she answered. And, after a pause, "Speaking of around you ..." He laughed and made the preparations. Her general relaxation was communicating itself to her most critical area. Without increasing the pressure, he felt himself slide infinitesimally further in. That sliding, unfortunately, was taking him nearer the edge. It must have had some effect on Tabitha, as well, for she began moving from side to side. The results at their juncture was twofold. He entered still further, and he reached the brink of orgasm. He pulled back with the last of his volition. Turning on his back, he said, "Come lie on my shoulder." Then, "Please don't, Sweetheart. Keep your arms well above my waist." They spent a little time in that position before he relaxed. Her breasts pressed into his side didn't help, but he couldn't reject that. Finally, when she was almost asleep again, he said, "Good morning, love. And does my lady care to join me in a shower?" She found the intimacy of being washed by him disturbing. Her own reaction puzzled her considering that he had explored her most intimate areas with hand and mouth and penis. Washing him was exciting in a different way. "I think that area is clean," he said. "And continuing to wash it will have unanticipated consequences." "What if I want those consequences?" she asked. He merely braced himself against the wall above her head. He arched above her, sheltering her without touching her. She dropped the washcloth and brought her soapy hand to his groin. His testes seemed to shrink away from her attention. His penis was warm and responsive and smooth in her hand. Then it seemed to get larger. Then he pushed his groin forward, and the penis throbbed in her grip. After the first spurt hit her, she moved his organ to the side. She felt remarkably powerful directing this dynamic response of this dynamic man wherever she wanted. As the water pulsed on his back, his essence pulsed out through her gentle grasp. Merely remaining standing after that took all his effort. When Tabitha finally removed her hand, he turned immediately and rinsed the area thoroughly. He wiped himself quickly with a towel while she rinsed. Then he got a bath sheet to wrap around his beloved. She held it around her while he dried her face, and then kissed it. That precedent established, he treated each section of her sweet body the same way. He bared it, patted it dry, and then kissed it. Warm but damp, they rushed through the chilly bedroom and dived into bed. The bed felt chilly, too, so they cuddled skin to skin as they waited for the sheets to warm. Their breath mixed as their tongues played. Later, he pressed her back as he kissed every inch he could reach, saving the best for last. The clean, warm, smell of her newly-washed curls just preceded the odor from her center. None of the sweet, clever, things she had said to him was so welcome a message as the one of unmistakable desire which that odor conveyed. His desire responded to hers. He could not resist following the sniff with a taste. Soon he was lapping her cleft and kissing its top. Her mind, already ravished by his response and his cherishing care, was ahead of her body for once. Every caress, every hug, every lick, was a welcome confirmation of her mental arousal. Finally, he licked and sucked her clitoris until she spasmed. Then she was limp satiation, and he was warm comfort. It was twenty minutes before she asked "Do you want me in the same position again?" This time the glans almost fit within her. They lay in silence for ten minutes. He petted her arm during that time and thought of the joys she had brought him the previous day. Her thoughts were bittersweet. She knew that he would not let her stay with him forever; she would, she assumed, marry another. Someday she would lie with a husband upon the marriage bed while he told her that she was about to be hurt; but that was fine, the first time always hurt. When he asked her to push back again, she was tempted to shove hard and be done with it. Instead, she pressed herself against him very gently and felt the slippery presence enter still more. Tabitha could have lain there in his arms forever. They had things to do today, however, and she was determined to make him a good breakfast, well, brunch. Her thoughts continued in the kitchen. She knew that he would never consider her as a wife. Even if he had not been gun-shy from his first marriage, she was too jejune to be an effective corporate wife. She wished he wouldn't resist her *playing* housewife, however. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality. The question was how she would ever settle for a normal reality after experiencing the fantasy with this extraordinary man. He dressed slowly, leaving the kitchen to her as her domain. He wished, however, that she would stop these flirtatious offers of her housewifely skills. He had managed to resist ripping her open when she offered him the opportunity, but that time of temptation was short-range. He wondered how long he could resist proposing marriage. He wondered if she saw how much such a marriage would devastate her life. At thirty-nine, he had something to offer a nineteen year old. Not as much as her liveliness and beauty offered him, but he could plausibly tell himself that the gentleness, experience, and luxury that he offered were superior to what boys her age would give her. But if his forties compared favorably to his anonymous competitor's twenties, that competitor would be in his forties when Alex was in his sixties. "Let me love her and leave her," he thought, "because only leaving her will express any love for her." More realistically, he expected her to outgrow him as she was outgrowing her parents. Over brunch, they laid out the next two days. "Do you want a stocking?" he asked. "Not this year. I think I'm claiming to be an adult." She would have had one at home, of course; at home she would always be a child. "How about one present tonight, and the rest on Christmas morning?" He knew that those rules changed from family to family. The gifts celebrated Twelfth Night for that matter. "If you want." There weren't going to be that many presents for her. He had a fair number from others. They had checked her dorm, and there were two packages waiting for her. They stood in a sea of small-fry to look at the mechanical displays in the store windows. Soon the entranced children on their side of the window were more entertaining then the repetitive motions on the other. After a quiet lunch, they drove up to her dorm to get her Christmas packages. There was a message about a phone call in her slot. She called collect. "You can call from my place," said Alex. "You don't have to call collect." "I have to call collect," she replied. "They're mean, not stupid." "Hello, mother. Merry Christmas." "Tabitha? We were worried about you." "That's nice." "Are you sure you know what you are doing?" "I'm perfectly sure, mother. You should have worried on Thanksgiving. Did you know what you were doing then? It wasn't hard to figure out." "Forget that. We just wanted to know that you were safe. And merry Christmas to you. Did you get the package?" "Two packages." "Well, one is from Dobie. I just did the outer wrapping." "Is he there?" "Want to speak to him?" Tabitha could hear a muffled shout. "Dobie?" Tabitha said. There was no answer. "Sis?" Dobie said a minute later. He'd been running. "Thanks for the package. I haven't opened it yet, so I can't be specific. Did you guys get mine okay?" "They're under the tree, and I got a card from that Alex guy." "You did? He didn't tell me." "Funny card. Remember the argument about the metric system? He kept his mouth shut, but he remembered it. Dad says that you stayed away to spend the time with him. I dunno. I think I would have blown up at the folks *after* Christmas." "You're a sweet brother, but mercenary as heck." "You're a sweet sister, especially when you're away long enough for us to forget our grudges." She laughed. Dobie was so dependably unsentimental. "Merry Christmas to the folks, and to you to. Bye." "Bye." And that got around the problem of actually speaking to her father. "You sent a Christmas card to my brother?" She asked. "A funny one. Twelve days of Christmas done in ten, under the metric system. 'On the third day of Christmas, my sysop gave to me -- three kilojoules, two French curves, and a partial with respect to t.' You know." She didn't know, but Dobie had appreciated it. The call hadn't been as bad as she had expected. With it behind her and Alex beside her, she felt light hearted, as if it were really Christmas. Dinner was at a place new to her. He tried to vary between introducing her to new locations and repeating an environment in which they had enjoyed themselves. "This is where we ate on Christmas Eve," sounded like a possible favorite. She enjoyed the food greatly. She knew that he made subtle distinctions, but "much better than dorm food" seemed to cover every place he had taken her. When they were home, they kissed and he slowly removed her clothes. They went through the bra ritual. Then he stopped and laughed. "I think that we should change the rules," he said. "You can take off my panties from now on." "Thank you, darling." He knelt to do so. The sight of her mound and the smell of her readiness almost pushed him over the edge. He kissed the mound lightly once. Then he let her find her own way to bed while he stripped as fast as he could. Once in bed, they shared a long kiss. Still driven, wanted to kiss her center right then. He asked her, "Must I make slow preparations this time?" The answer was clear to her. She had given him her body to enter when he wished. She was eager for his penetration, although she also mourned the long build-up that he had begun and was terminating in the middle. It was his decision; it always had been. "No, darling, do what you wish." He climbed between her legs, but it was his mouth which touched her there. Her confusion held back her response for a minute, but that response overwhelmed her when it came. The release was a series of long waves which took her higher and higher. It suddenly crashed taking her with it. "You are a love. I'll be back in a minute." She missed him, but wasn't tempted to move. When he returned, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. The tub was filling with water, but the bubbles had nearly reached the brim. He dropped her feet into the water before lowering the rest of her more gently. "Take your time," he said. "Such a lovely woman deserves all the luxury I can provide." The bubble bath *was* luxury. She soaked in the water, and the luxury, and the love of the man who had provided it. She took some time to stretch herself to accommodate him a little more. It was easier this time. She was embarrassed when he came back, although her hand was hidden by the bubbles. "I have to have someone else in the apartment for twenty or thirty minutes," he said. "Could you stay in here until I come back?" She nodded rather unhappily. These five days were supposed to be *their* time. A minute later, he was punching for the elevator. The night man lent him a cart and helped him load it. They took the cart- load of packages up the freight elevator. He made sure that she was hidden away before they piled the packages in the guest room. He stripped one of the guest twin beds, and the night man helped him flip the mattress over on to the other bed. They carried the springs out into the living room and settled them with the head just beyond the tree's longest branches. The mattress, and then the still-made mattress from the other bed followed. He was as anxious to be rid of the night man as he had been anxious for his help. A twenty covered both requirements. He smoothed the bedclothes and rolled the blanket and top sheet together against the wall. He put a few, select, packages under the tree. He turned on the tree lights and turned off the others. He knocked on the bathroom door in his own robe. "I'm still in the tub," she answered. "Towel service." He entered with a bath sheet covering the package. She climbed out of the tub to be wrapped in terry cloth and in his arms. He kissed her. She had found the bubble bath less relaxing after he spoke. It was one thing to soak as long as one wished, it was quite another to have to stay in the tub. He was up to something. He did not have a business appointment after eight on Christmas Eve. If he had, the tree would cause as much talk as her presence. The idea of bathing one doorway away from a strange man was disturbing on its own. She was less ready for him to dry her off than she had been the last time. The kiss, however, worked its magic. By the time she had been patted dry and kissed everywhere, she was ready for this man again, whatever chicanery he had planned. Her present to be opened on Christmas Eve was a peignoir, beautiful, if utterly impractical. She thought it was fair, Alex could dress her to be seen only by Alex. She put it on. "Now, darling," Alex said, "you've given me three gifts this Christmas. Even though I've used up a lots of the second gift, I'd like to open the first one on Christmas Eve. Do I have your permission." "Certainly." She counted it a little overdue, although she had enjoyed his solicitude. For that matter, she'd enjoyed his preparations. He led her out of the bath. She turned toward the bedroom, but he led her on. The living room was lit only by the tree; even the window curtains were drawn. The bed caught her attention. "Are you going to open your present under the tree?" She was laughing. "With your permission." "You already have my permission. You are a horrible romantic." "Only when I'm thinking about you. Nobody at the office would recognize me from your description." He stopped her at the foot of the bed for a long, wet kiss. Her desire increased as his tongue played with hers and his hands kneaded her hips. When she drew him into a tight hug, she felt his stiff organ against her side. She knew that he had wanted her for these four days as completely as she now wanted him. During the kiss, he felt her stiffness ease into a sweet sag against him. Slowly, he unbuttoned her first button before kissing her all around the neck and collar bone. He ended at the spot on the back of her neck which always made her shiver. When he felt that reaction he returned to her front to hug her. More buttons followed and more kisses. She felt it very difficult to support her own weight. Then his kisses on her left breast reached the peak. The thrill of his kiss straightened her. The following licks tensed her again, but her knees weren't at all steady. He helped her sit down on the very edge of the bed. For a moment, she was looking at the bulge in his robe. Then he knelt. He returned to her breast for a moment. He loved seeing the nipple straighten and quiver under his attention. Then he went lower on her torso, unbuttoning as he went. She eased back in the bed to give him access. When he reached her navel, she was lying flat with her legs off the edge and spread around him. He moved back up to the right breast and began again. He kept unbuttoning until he ran out of buttons. She was spread before him, protected only by the drape of the peignoir of maidenly white. His path down from this breast was much faster. He passed her navel on one side. He brushed aside the cloth, and nothing at all protected her. He kissed a path from the projection of her hip bone to the inside of her thigh. He kissed her mons, then her outer lips and the tiniest edge of the inner ones peeking between. As he moved down her body brushing the cloth aside, she missed the shelter of him above her more than the frail protection of the peignoir. She watched his head recede as she felt his kisses advance. Then looking down was too hard and she stared up at the spectral tree. His kisses had been a sweet torture ever since he left her breast. The intensity of the torture increased when he reached her labia. She stared up into the tree as the slow licks intensified her need. Each time one of the lights blinked, she felt another thrill shoot through her. But each time, she also felt herself wind tighter. Then the lights all flew away as her tension exploded into orgasm. Lost in her scent and taste for a minute, he pulled himself together and started a pattern of licks and sucks to tease her to a climax. He soon succeeded and watched her undulate in the weird light while he continued sucking. She lay on the bed as limp as the blanket beside her. The lights were all back on the tree and blinking at random. Alex was kneeling above her and kissing the valley between her breasts. He adjusted his position when she lay still, getting a throw pillow under his knees. He anointed his cock once more with KY, although she seemed wet enough. Positioned just right, he backed up and kissed her breasts until she spoke. "Alex?" he heard. "Right here, love." He returned to her entrance and spread her lips with his fingers. "You didn't...." He lifted the top of the entry as he slipped the merest tip inside. "I am now." He pressed forward until his cockhead seemed enclosed. "Thank you." The pleasure was all his as her tight walls enclosed him. He pressed forward and felt the walls expand around his glans. The tightness enraptured but frightened him; could she be this tight and not feel pain? She felt the intrusion, but there was no pain at all. This inching forward was starting to excite her; she was being filled where she had never known she was empty, rubbed in places where she had never been rubbed before. The mental arousal was almost as great; she was becoming a woman, possessing and possessed by the man she loved. Her slickness was his continuing reassurance; she could not be this wet and feel anything negative. Her tightness was his continuing worry; she could not be stretched this much without some discomfort. Her tight slickness was his erotic feast; the physical sensation of clasping friction was matched by the knowledge that he was opening his beloved to full sexual activity. He paused in his entry to stroke her perfect breasts. The nipples were quivering in their rigidity. He pressed his hips forward until he felt the warm friction resume. She was full of him, and he stroked her breasts. Then he pressed forward and she was more full. She saw his face looking strict in the blue light. Then there was no more stretching. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. They seemed to stream love at her. They were more than she could manage, and she glanced down. Staring at his groin was more embarrassing, although she could not see their junction. His eyes followed hers downward. An inch of his shaft was visible between his hair and hers. Her labia were stretched around his girth. He kept watching as he pressed forward to bury himself within her. His cockhead had passed the tightest clasp. He still felt that stricture on his shaft as the head was rubbed by a gentler touch. Then he was fully in her, groin pressed to groin. She felt full. She felt his hairy flesh press against her outer lips. As she looked up to see a smile break over his face, she heard him say, "I love you." Then his mouth was on hers for a brief touch of tongues. He moved out a little as he kissed her breasts. She pressed his head to her for a moment, then dropped her hands to his shoulders as he began to move within. He struggled to maintain his gentleness as he stroked through that marvelous tightness. He lost it when she started raising her hips up toward his in response. He saw a shudder pass through her whole body just before her tunnel gripped him more tightly than ever. The denial of four days, the love of four months, the want of four decades, all poured through him and gushed into her. Her. Her! He was in his love, and he called her name as he pulsed. Tab ... bee ... thuh! Tab! Bee! Thuh! Then he collapsed. His slow strokes within her transformed her desire into sensual fire. She wanted more, and raised herself into his thrusts to get it. She stared up at the lights which were all blinking in unison and rushing toward her as wave after wave of relief shot through her. Somewhere far above her, he called her name. Somewhere deep inside her, he throbbed. He finally dragged himself up and out of her. The bowl of water holding the cloth was still a little warm. He wiped first her and then himself. "I love you," he said. It was as true as it was inadequate. First she, then he, moved up to normal positions in the bed. They cuddled. He switched off the tree and reached for the covers. As he covered them both, she reached back for the most intimate contact. The tree and its lights were back in their places. He was washing her in an extension of his care. He put into words the love he had shown. She gathered herself together to move to the head of the bed. He joined her and adjusted the sheet. She felt a little more of him seep out of her. That was all right, a reminder of love. When she took his organ in her hand, it stirred slightly. She wondered how she could have ever thought of it as looking cruel. Like the puppy, it was given her on Christmas Eve, it responded to her touch, and it loved her. That reminded her. "I love you, too," she said. The End Wrapped Attention anon584c@nyx.net Uther Pendragon 1996/12/22 1997/12/18 1998/11/12 2000/12/20 2001/12/24 2002/12/13 - = - This story carries the codes: (MF rom 1st) The code, "1st," means that first time intercourse for one of the participants occurs in the story. For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you want, see: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm The Story-Code FAQ for readers. For another story in which the man rejoices in his partner's response: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/longest.htm "The Longest Minute" This story is indexed in the subdirectory: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/mf.htm Mf: Older Men and Younger Women The directory to all my stories can be found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+