Message-ID: <47102asstr$1079464205@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.0403141632.58fac9f3@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 00:32:25 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Mar 2004 16:32:24 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 30/94 by jane Lines: 158 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 14:10:05 -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 30/94 Summary: Anna learns a trick or two from me. Keywords: none Length: 944 words Copyright: c. 2004 *12 March 1997, Wednesday* _im not a psychoanalyst ... no reason i should know the insides of her mind ... whats her problem eh with kids ... first off, this isnt mine, my tale, at all ... its hers ... or theirs, their lives im trying to record ... and second ... anna never talked to me about the child ... thats hearsay ... i suppose i should have left it out ... i would have if i could have ... you had to see it though to understand the end ... so this is it for now ... before i say too much and spoil the rest completely ... cancun ..._ *§* "Is this the Jane I talked to earlier this week?" Anna typed the query from the hotel balcony, her laptop balanced on her knees, her punch and rum all sweaty on a plastic stand beside her. Shouts and laughter from the pool, three stories down, distracted her. She waved to Pen. She peeked beneath the edges of her suit to check the progress of her burn. "the same ... hi anna ... you take your top off yet?" "LOL Not yet. Something more exciting. Someone. I'm a newbie here with this." "someone? please explain ... dont tease me, love ... whos the mystery man ... " "It's crazy. The rules seem different here." "you can tell me, love ..." "A woman. Does that shock you, Jane?" "not at all ... it shocked you though?" "Yes, it did. Our daughters' found each other first. It started badly, but we mothers spent an afternoon together tanning. She's bewitched me." "tell me more ... what are you wearing ..." "Two piece. Not that sexy. Not as sexy as I feel." "whatre you going to do about this woman ..." "My daughter just waved to me. I can see her at the pool. Her friend, too. This time I'll have at least a warning." A sudden chill. _The breeze, of course. The ocean. Not the child. Summer? Standing by the pool just looking up at me and smiling. Like she had to count the patios for math. As if she knew that I'd be here._ "The mother's there as well." "whats happened with the mom so far ..." "So far we've only talked. She gives me looks that make me shiver. I'm not sure what to do?" "wait ... for now do this ... drape a beach towel on the railing ... pretend youre drying it ... for privacy ..." "You're wicked, Jane. BRB." _Another little drop of rum._ She fetched damp towels from makeshift clotheslines in the bathroom and draped them on the wrought iron rail around the balcony. _Another wave to Penny. Relax. Deep breath._ "I'm back. And feeling horny." "lol ... having fun alone here too ... now tell me all about your friend ..." "Darlene. A few years younger, I suppose. A pleasant smile. Five-five or six. Brown hair and evil eyes. She makes me feel quite naughty." "slip off your bottoms now ..." "Jane! Okay, I will." The pool seemed closer than it was. What if someone poked a head around the screen from the adjoining balcony. "OMG. This is amazing." _Breathe. Then write coherently._ "Tomorrow, kids and hubbies take a tour all day. Darlene and I might think of something here. EG" "thats wonderful ... im jealous ... you must be wet just waiting ..." "I'm scared to death. But it's exciting. Jane, they're looking up at me. Not a clue I'm almost naked. God." Then Anna settled deeper on the lounge. _Relax. Just let this stranger take control._ "just do the things i tell you ... dont stop to type ... now spread your legs as far as possible ..." There was a pause. Anna used the time to draw her fingers lightly down her thigh. "now turn your wrist and hold it so it touches on your clit ..." Pause. "lightly ... just keep in contact, love ... now slide your arm down slowly ... right between your legs ..." She gasped and followed the direction. "as far as you can reach ..." A pause. "then slowly back ..." _Oh God._ "back up ... right up to your wrist ..." She grabbed the drink and swallowed. Then she typed, "Jane! If I do that again, I'll cum." "then do it, love ... s ... and this time close your eyes ... imagine your darlene is sitting on the floor between your legs ..." "Yesssssssssssssss." Anna closed her eyes and turned her wrist to follow the instruction. Her dream world swam with cameos of passion, half-real and half-imagined. She teased herself with risqué thoughts: the women who'd gone topless, the men who'd stared, the ways Darlene and she might comfort one another. She fuelled each fantasy with drinks of rum and juice. _Darlene! Such sultry looks at me!_ The arm jerked slightly, raising goose bumps in the scorching mid-day heat. Anna played the tape of how they'd planned tomorrow's tryst, not saying they would meet, just grinning when they plotted how their families would be gone tomorrow. That took her breath away. She brushed her hand across her suit to make her nipples hard. A lover's hand tomorrow. Her stomach muscles flattened. Release poured over her. She thrust two fingers deep inside as far as she could push them, curling, clawing for her special spot. Then peace, a lazy, tropic peace, spread over her. Her vision slowly cleared. And there below were Pen and Summer, looking up, their conversation lost in a cacophony that echoed off the water. "Incredible, Jane. I never came like that before! Really! Noooo. They're coming back. I only have a minute." This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. 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