Message-ID: <47100asstr$1079464203@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.0403141630.11d1df95@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 00:30:10 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Mar 2004 16:30:10 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 28/94 by jane Lines: 140 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 14:10:03 -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: IceAltar, dennyw, hoisingr Author: jane Title: Glimpses 28/94 Summary: A frolic on the beach leaves Mai and Tina topless. Keywords: none Length: 789 words Copyright: c. 2004 *10 March 1997, Monday part one* _shed left me instantly ... too early in the chat for disappointment ... nothing ... just a footnote on a chilly afternoon ... the woman did intrigue me ... something genuine that others often lack ... something desperate as well ... wed meet again, this ann_in_paradise ... and sooner than youd think ... odds are youll think this strains credulity ... youll think i made this up ... but stranger things do happen and happen all the time ... to tell the truth i didnt know back then, wouldnt have a clue until it all was over, that close at hand another script of mine was being written ... i wouldnt know till fate had shuffled cards and dealt them out again ... had teased us sweetly with its promises and mocked our vanity ... cancun ..._ *§* The sand, a grey coarse powder, mottled them. In thread- like spits, it crept onto the wide green throw with which they'd claimed their tiny section of the beach. It clogged the pores of their new sandals and formed a ring around the sunscreen cap. It scoured the calluses from feet and found moist wrinkles at the edges of their suits. It smiled, and they returned it. "You wrote this!" Mai held a spiral notebook in her hand. "I can not believe that it is you." "Why not?" Tina lay face down, eyes closed, her cheek and back absorbing sun. "More lotion. Please." "This is gross, you know." Mai found the baby oil inside the large cloth tote that linked their worship of the sun to things more practical. "You said, write something kinky. I'm burning. Hurry with the oil?" "Kinky is not gross. You write about a German shepherd dog! Tina, that is gross!" Mai spread the fluid over freckles, back and thighs, in long, slow contours. "Mm. Your idea. Mm. Something secret. That's what you wanted. Mm. That's good. I'm getting fuzzy." Mai's oily fingers slipped along an inner thigh. She changed position, then helped her lover spread a little wider on the throw. "What makes you fuzzy? Are you thinking of your pet? Is this a tongue between your legs? Would barking make you hot?" Mai giggled. "Don't. I never should've showed you. Who's watching us?" she whispered. "Many stare." Her finger grazed the flowered thong. Sunbathers lounged with half-closed eyes just feet away on either side. _You may watch us if you want. You may catch a glimpse of something secret._ "They want to see you playing with your pet." Mai growled and whimpered. "Stop it! Just do the oil. Mm. Who taught you that? Do MLS's get some training in massage? It's incredible." "Your skin teaches me. It shows my fingers what to do. Tell me. Is it true about your dog?" Her stroking moved to Tina's back. She felt perverse. Tina's journal both attracted and repelled her. _A tease?_ "I am untying this. It is in the way. You have been too shy." They'd laughed at first about those women brave enough to forego tops while tanning. The daring few who kept them off while in the hotel pool or sauna had almost shocked them. They'd talked about it. They wondered whether it was showing off or something more to do with freedom, to do with feeling sexy, with being in control. "Don't stop. I didn't want a tan-line back there anyway. Come on, Mai. You never fantasized an animal? Ever?" "I will take my turn at writing." Mai pulled the bow and dribbled oil along the strip of white that marred her girlfriend's back. The top lay limp along the cotton blanket, anchored only by the press of Tina's breasts. "Do you like that feeling?" One oily hand slipped off her hip and followed slowly down the edges of her suit. Tina moaned and slightly raised in protest. The touch was just a feint, a sweet diversion. Mai's other hand jerked at the top, pulled it out from under her. She, then, retreated to the far side of their throw. Mai laughed. "Tell me. True. What happened with that dog?" "Ow! No fair. Give it." "Tell." "Now. Come on." "I will keep it for awhile. Maybe you will let me put some lotion _there?_" Mai folded it in half, tucked it deep inside their tote. "The truth." She traced a freckled scapula. "Does that feel good?" "You're evil. Who's watching? You have to give me yours as well, then." "Your story, first. Roll over now, so I can do your front." Laughter was their antidote to winter. A sweet Tequila Sunrise. The heavy topic breeze upon their naked breasts. The surreptitious glance of passing strangers. Tensions eased. Chicago had become another planet, a far off universe. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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