Message-ID: <44659asstr$1065694205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031009065144.78295.qmail@web20201.mail.yahoo.com> From: juanwildone X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2003 23:51:44 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Behind the Bamboo Curtain (FLASH) (voy) Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 06:10:05 -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: dennyw, IceAltar I wrote it I posted it I lost it - God damn fucking right I lost it! Lost it to a bunch of freaking incredible writers. Fuck it - I'm gonna post it again. --------------------------------- Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search <1st attachment, "BambooCurtainwifedescon300.doc" begin> This story was an entry in Desdmona's 2003 Erotic Postcard Fiction Contest. View the winning stories at http://www.desdmona.co m/contest.asp Behind The Bamboo Curtain by juanwildone "Mike, Mike check out what's behind door number one." I was helping my neighbor Rick install a skylight. I turned and followed the direction of his gaze over the peak of the garage roof. Less than twenty feet away, framed by the French doors of the guest bedroom was a pair of legs beautiful legs. Rick's sister-in-law Gwen was visiting and I certainly had no objections to seeing her in all her glory. The only problem was a matchstick sunshade hanging down in front of the French doors blocking the view from her mid-thigh up. Stupid curtain. A tiny t-shirt fluttered to the floor damn curtain! "Ahhhhhh. C'mon Gwen." Rick groaned as shorts shimmied down to the floor and were kicked aside. Damn fucking curtain! A small lacey bra was seen suspended in mid air for a moment then surrendered to the laws of gravity. Goddamnmotherfuckingcurtain! The body turned to the side and bent at the waist. Two glorious breasts hung down. Hands moved down the legs and a tiny ribbon of red material could be seen entangled at her knees. It was stepped out of one leg at a time. "Sit on the bed and show me that little smoothie of yours Gwen. Sit and show it, sit and...Ohhhh damn she let her hair grow back in, damn!" Movement caught my eye and I saw a young blonde heading towards the pool with a towel over her shoulder. "Isn't that Gwen there?" I pointed across the backyard as I turned back to the naked woman on the bed. She was doing something with her toes and her pussy lips were open and fully exposed. "Yeah, it is? Hey, hey quit checking out my wife you pervert!" I just ignored him. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+