Message-ID: <47107asstr$1079467805@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.0403150810.70de7029@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Mar 2004 16:10:57 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 15 Mar 2004 08:10:57 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 32/94 by jane Lines: 250 Date: Tue, 16 Mar 2004 15:10:05 -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 32/94 Summary: Anna entertains a guest ... or vice versa? Keywords: none Length: 1560 words Copyright: c. 2004 *13 March 1997, Thursday part two* _what was anna reading ... would that it were me ... i doubt it though ... something with just a hint of crime and tons of raunchy sex she said ... if it were mine those could have been reversed ... she skipped her lunch ... not because the novel was so good, but for a growing apprehension that lurking somewhere on the beach a woman named darlene was waiting ... and with each passing hour ... and with each passing rum ... the prospect grew more threatening ... cancun ..._ *§* Anna left the sliding door ajar. _She isn't coming. She doesn't know the room. And even if she does, we said the ocean. I'll email Jane._ "Nothing much so far today," was all she wrote before she heard it, muffled by the parrots and the breeze: a knock. It rocked her. It sent a chill along her spine. She rushed inside to answer. A second knock erupted as she reached to touch the knob. "Hi. Can I come in?" She didn't wait for answers, just brushed past Anna through the door. _Summer?_ Anna's mouth hung open. "What happened to your tour? Your mom? Where's Darlene?" all crowded out at once. Then she added as an afterthought, "Summer? Penny isn't here." "I know." "What about the tour? You didn't go?" Summer smiled. "You're mom knows where you are?" "She knows." Summer drifted from the foyer to the living room like music. Anna closed the heavy door. She felt it latch and followed, helplessly, the child. "Why? Was there something that you wanted?" "Water," murmured Summer. "Bottled." Bare feet padded on the hardwood floor, her slender legs extending from a tee so large it slid off naked shoulders. A careless gesture pushed it back in place each time it wandered to her arm. "Your mom?" Anna forced herself to breathe. She closed her eyes and smoothed her dress before she found her guest and handed her the glass. "Water." A teddy bear. Summer tossed it back on Penny's cot and took the drink. Her words were simple and direct. "Mom's at some picnic-thingy with my brother. Change of plans. She said to tell you that she's sorry. Dad's at the pool. I told him I was coming up to play with Penny. He doesn't know she's gone." _What? You told him ... Penny? Why? It makes no sense._ Anna stuttered, "Thank you. Tell her I was disappointed. Why ..." _What to say?_ "She's nice." "Suites are cool. We should've got one. You can see the ocean!" Summer moved toward the open glass partition. "It's lovely." Yes. _The balcony. It's nice and public there. Safer. Harmless._ Summer leaned against the railing, waved at someone by the pool. A man, obese and bald, absurd in garish trunks, waved back. "Cool. Let's be here." Summer stretched herself onto a cushioned lounge not waiting for an invitation. "If that's what you want." "That's what I want." The voice, earthy and too old, too calm, unnerved the older woman. "I'll move these towels. I should've brought them in before the rain. Then you can see your father at the pool." "Please! No." The voice was cold. Then softly, "They're fine right where they are." Anna hesitated. The voice was easy to obey. She raised her own chair to the upright slot and sat beside her guest. Wise of me to dress. _Fortuitous. Would have been like wearing nothing in a robe right now._ Discretely, the dress hung past her knees. "I'm sorry you missed Penny." _Relax now. Just stay calm._ "Way cool. Your balcony's so secret." Summer smiled. _Say something. Take back control. She's just a kid. I'm the grown-up. Nothing bad has happened. Just the way she's smiling scares the hell ... Acting coy. She says she planned it all? She's got my novel now. I left it lying. I shouldn't have. Now what's she done? Just slipped down from the chair, now hidden totally from view? Accidentally has her hand against my foot. Say something. Make sense of this._ "Penny isn't here." _I said that once already. Don't act crazy._ "It rained quite hard this morning." _It's possible I missed some message. Something vital. The air conditioning's too loud for me to hear. Some reason for this visit. I'm sure it's innocent. She'll tell me. I'm sure we'll laugh about it. A simple miscommunication._ "The towels got wet again. The rain." "Mom says I'm bold." She tilted back as far as she could crane her neck. Anna looked into her eyes, saw fields of blue and flying cumulus reflected. "That can be dangerous." _Damn her smile. So charming. An evil bit of tooth and lip. It's got me like a fly in something's web._ Anna didn't feel the touch, had no idea how or when it happened, discovered suddenly that there were fingers lightly laced around her ankle. Summer's laugh and voice seemed distant, "Yeah. She says, I'm dangerous, too. But not to Penny." _Penny. Where's Penny now?_ "I'm glad that you befriended her this week." "She's cute." The touch became a feather, a motion, a gesture flitting through a thought. It slid along the calf up to the edge of Anna's dress as naturally as sunlight or as air. The hand, perhaps, was meant to steady Summer's shift into a sit, cross-legged with her face now staring at the older woman's dress. The fingers stayed. They warmed into the leg and disappeared. _Perhaps they were no longer there? Had never been? Or wholly innocent?_ Until she raised the issue, Anna knew, till then, until she reached and clasped her hand on Summer's, until she said to stop, it all meant nothing, just a seedling in a fertile mind. Anna sipped her drink and drifted into dreams. _Real time, things like this just never happen._ "Yes." "She's like you." Again, the hand was moving. Moved to hide beneath the hem. "Pretty." Anna pleaded with her arms to stop their tremble. _Fran touched me there. I stopped her. All fall and winter dreamed of more. Wait a little longer to resist. How far? Just a bit, then take control._ "Thank you," she said weakly. _Don't hide your candle; never look a gift horse in the mouth. That's what Mother recommended._ "I'm older than your mother." "My aunt's older still." Summer's gaze fell on the patch of ochre in the fold of Anna's lap. "She's beautiful. We really love each other." Fingers touched the underside of Anna's knee. "Mom lets me spend the night with her." Anna gulped the rum. "Your aunt?" The girl's brown eyes cut deep inside her. "Yes, she has a dress like this. With little pearls. But hers is shinier. And softer." "Satin?" Anna whispered. "Yeah. Satin." The hand now rested right where Anna's thigh pressed tight against the chair. "Yellow makes your skin look darker. Cool. You wore it for my mom?" Anna looked out past the palms and beach to whitecaps dancing brilliant in the sun, so bright it blurred her vision. "Your mother's pretty. She knows about your aunt ... and you?" "Yes." _A child's hand can be so flexible. So clever in a tiny space._ Somehow, it wormed its way between her thighs. Perhaps she'd spread them slightly without knowing. It was hard to listen to the words between the distant crash of waves and laughter from the pool. "I have a girlfriend, Tanya. She's sixteen. Mom knows that, too." The bottom buttons of the dress were all undone, she noticed. _Did I forget to do them up?_ "We do everything." Anna felt a liquid fill her eyes. "Everything, of course ..." Her body shook. Teeth clenched for just a second. The fingers climbed. Relentless. Anna wondered if it was a dream she hadn't worn her underthings. The dream about the hand, the child, it seemed so real. "Summer? You're not twelve." Her voice rang hollow. It echoed from the balcony. Summer knelt in front of her, both hands beneath the dress. "Shhh. It's not important." Pressure now against her inner thighs. She ached to spread them wide. "You're hot. Just chill." Anna squeezed the saline so it ran along her cheek. Her knees eased wider; her words became superfluous. She touched her lips, then felt her wrist to see if time was still on holiday. A hand, a slow wet hand, was painting seascapes in her lap. Scraps of silver, delicate pearl buttons, like hailstones, danced around her chair. Fingers swam across her flesh, and Summer's tiny fist pushed Anna deeper in the lounge, her legs as wide as she could pull them. A probing, grown-up touch, as wet and slow as movies. A dreaming Anna licked her lips like she was putting on her face, so naked that she almost came right then. Almost came before the tracing of the crease between her thigh and mound. Almost came before the hand of Summer slipped in her vagina. Curling in a ball. It must have been a dream. A dream where Summer pressed her fingertips around the pearl of clit and held it, held it tightly while her thumb rubbed back and forth? Kept rubbing till the dream exploded. Until she drove herself onto the hungry fist. Until her body stiffened in a tidal wave of climax, leaving flecks of cream along the dress and Summer's wrist. A single pearl spilled off a Cancun balcony that day. Unseen? Unheard? Perhaps, it was imagined. 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+