Message-ID: <47015asstr$1078348207@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403030835.36e9215@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 16:35:54 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 3 Mar 2004 08:35:54 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 26/94 by jane Lines: 96 Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2004 16:10:07 -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: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 26/94 Summary: Peter struggles with his past and with himself. Keywords: none Length: 624 words Copyright: c. 2004 *27 January 1997, Monday* _peter wanted certainty and promises restated ... he wanted order in his life, not honesty per se ... he wanted things put right, for him, poor man, she told me ... together, over wine one night, we fantasized just how he must have felt ... chicago ..._ *§* The air was crisp. He took Mai's hand and led her to the tent in darkness. He stumbled on the ropes; she caught him. _She wants it, too? She's going to let it happen?_ He bumped against her in the black. He asked permission for each touch, expecting hands or words would stop him. Please, he slid her jeans down over boyish hips. Please, he pressed her downward to the open sleeping bag. Please, he held and stroked her little breasts. She let him. He warmed beside her, too fearful for a kiss, until the flap pulled back and Doug with Tina entered. He stopped himself from blurting silly things: _This is amazing. I don't believe it. Really. It's like we dreamed about. We're all so close right now. I hear you breathing, Tina._ He listened to the rustle of their clothing as his wife and Doug got naked. He felt Mai's finger on his cheek. He heard them settle on the mattress. His touch was cold on Mai's warm thigh. Her teeth demanded at his lip. He heard a moan from Tina. He nuzzled at Mai's ear and toyed along her buttocks. The other airbed whispered at a movement. He used his tongue on Mai's long nipples. Every sound, each feeling was a fantasy come true. _I don't believe it. Just like we dreamed. I hear your breathing, Tina._ She came the first time in his mouth. He'd twisted deeper in the bag, pushed her out into the frigid air so he could reach her crotch. He wet her with his tongue, slipped his lips across her mound. _I know that special sigh from Tina. How she squirms away and into Douglas' fingers. Doug is panting like a collie. It drives me deeper into Mai; her legs strain wider in her passion. My lip is crushed against her clitoris. She digs her fingers in my hair and clamps me harder to her vulva. She pulls my fingers to her breasts and makes me pinch her as she cums. She spurts. She makes no sound. Just cums. My mind is half on Tina. Half-wishing we could switch. I enter her. I'd hid the condom in the lining of the pillow; I put it on without a fumble, kiss her lightly on the brow and lips before I guide myself inside her. I arch my hips against her slowly. She's silent, rocking up against me. I remember, Tina wheeze for air. I remember Tina's, Ahhh that signalled when she lost it. I grip Mai's buttocks, pull her to me. She hooks her legs on mine and rides me. I remember._ Then, Peter came. Peter came, his hand a sheath around his penis, pumping rapidly his swollen member. Cum flowed across his leg. Slowly images dissolved. Mai, no longer there. No tent. No other couple. Reality returned. Their living room, months later. Winter. The thread of light that outlined Tina's bedroom door depressed him. He tried to find a way to fit his body on the too-short davenport. _She didn't kick me out. Too hard to lie there next to her. Her hair as candle-soft, as luminescent as a Flemish masterpiece._ It was impossible to keep from thinking of her holiday, of seeing her with Mai awash in laughter. He clenched his teeth to crush the image. Worse, she wouldn't speak of it, couldn't say out loud her name. Desperate, he cleaned himself with tissues and wondered what went wrong and how he'd ever fix it. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. All comments and queries can be addressed to by_janeNO@SPAMliterotica.org by deleting the capital letters before sending. -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+