Message-ID: <47099asstr$1079460606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403141628.2dd25b14@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 00:28:59 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Mar 2004 16:28:58 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 27/94 by jane Lines: 140 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 13:10:06 -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: IceAltar, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 27/94 Summary: I meet another of my characters, Anna. Keywords: none Length: 822 words Copyright: c. 2004 *Chapter Four Spring, 1997 9 March 1997, Sunday* _a note from marsha came on saturday, an email i would answer ... a smaller drama than the tiff ... but one that id remember in that sea of empty promises and worn out similes that people pen online ... by luck, as it turned out, i saved it ..._ Dear Jane, Are you still there? We got back together. Guess what? My mom's cool about it, too. She knew. We just went natural. Awesome, eh? It's what Becca wanted anyway. Anyway, we said we'd out ourselves at school. Bec spilled it to her dad, though, first. He went ballistic. What an asshole, eh? She's soooo grounded, like for forever. I'm banned from even going in their house. Unreal. But we're okay. It's kinda hot. Do secrets make you horny? So we trashed the outing thing. No one knows except my mom, her dad, and you. LOL. Don't tell, okay? So if you ever want to have another chat with me ... that's cool. :-) Or not. Just write me, eh? It's way too boring here with Becca stuck in prison. XXXX0000, Marsha, remember me? _"marsha dear ..." i wrote ... "i do remember ... ill look for you in chat ... maybe you were lucky that her dad got mad ... confined to quarters 'for forever' might be easier than what your friends would do to you ... take care ... jane ..." i debated half an hour whether "would" or "could" was closer to the truth ... remembering the closet i had once been dragged from ... the coming outs that werent a party ... i left the "w" and clicked on "send" and felt relieved that they were back together ... then, on to other chats with other partners, other mischief, other sorrows ... tina wasnt home ... shed left her hubby fuming while she headed for the tropics ... spring break extended ... id listened patiently through feb right into march to every morsel of her drama ... and, yes, i sometimes ate dessert between her thighs ... it never registered that day why 'ann_in_paradise' had caught my eye ... why i even tried to private her at all ... maybe i imagined tina ... or maybe half a foot of snow across my driveway lured me further south ... cancun, mexico ..._ *§* "where bouts in paradise ... im in northern canada ... sure not the tropics here today ... just snow ..." Anna sat, positioned so her shadow fell across the monitor to foil the brilliant sunlight streaming through the patio. The suite was almost frigid when she closed the doors and heavy drapes. _It really is addictive. I'm hooked. Two months of chatting dirty. A different world, a secret life, a way to flee the prairies. Strangers. Who knows where they're from._ She pressed each key like it was part of her, like she was starting a caress. Even opening the case could wet her upper lip with sweat and send a shiver down her thigh. "I'm on a Caribbean holiday, Jane. I brought my laptop. From Manitoba, Hon." A short delay. "shame on you, love ... relax ... no time for work ... you should be on the beach ..." "I've been. I'm burned already. First day stupid, eh? This isn't work though. LOL. What's your weather like?" "dont ask .... must be warm enough you dont need clothing there ... at all ... i bet youre topless ..." "Is that an invitation?" "please ..." "LOL. Don't have that long. Hubby could be back at any moment." She touched the fabric of the halter and felt her breasts respond. "take it off ..." Then immediately, "does hubby know ..." "OMG, no. He'd go nuts. Are you married, Jane?" "your suit off yet ... you wet ..." _Well, are you married, Jane? You're anxious. If I had time, I'd look for someone nicer. Who'd tease a bit. Who'd have a conversation first. Romance. Well, yes, that's it exactly. Just, romance. And who could blame me. Stuck with Andrew. Time's too short today for 'love'. We'd better hurry._ She slipped the catch and let the bra slide to her feet before she answered truthfully, almost. "Mmmm. Yes, off now. What are you wearing?" "tell me your most daring fantasy ... well trade, okay ..." "Okay. It's here! The women that go topless make me crazy. I must be some closet exhibitionist. In part, at least. It must feel wonderful." "why don't you ..." "Damn! I hear them coming. Bye." _Log off. Top on._ A flight into the bathroom to fix the face and lose the blush, and plan a little speech to warn her daughter of the sun, the pitfalls of a trip to paradise. 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+