Message-ID: <48269asstr$1087686602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com From: teresafromleon@aol.comnospam (TeresafromLeon) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <20040619084357.13519.00000296@mb-m12.aol.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 19 Jun 2004 12:43:57 GMT Subject: {ASSM} And don't you know it (Mf nosex) Lines: 199 Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 19:10:02 -0400 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: dennyw, hoisingr And don't you know it! Word count: 1260. "You displayed many talents with your exploits last night," he grinned, slipping on his jacket, adding with a reminiscent smile: "And don't you know it!" Teresa grinned back at him for a moment, but then looked down towards the table, concentrating on pouring out a cup of coffee. He stood next to her silently, watching the steaming liquid slip into her china cup. She held the pot up for a while after the cup was full, listening out for the chirrup of a bird that had been delighting her every morning for the past week. It habitually perched out of sight just beyond the terrace of the little flat. It must be hanging on the clematis vine, she decided, watching the mauve flowers that reached up onto the balcony swaying slightly, even though there was no breeze. "I wonder what I have really learnt from last night?" he wondered, reaching down to touch her shoulder and squeeze her arm affectionately: "other than the fact that you are a quite delightful bed companion, I have to say that you make a fine cup of coffee." "I thought you'd had your fill of me last night?" "We have barely begun, sweetness." "You have barely begun," she mimicked him archly, "but I may have already finished." "That is a matter of perspective," he complained. "I would be very disappointed indeed if your 'may' became a reality." "I don't like one night stands either," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, "but will your pandering to your prospective disappointment offset the debts on my master card and visa?" She frowned and looked down at the amassed pile of bills on the breakfast table. It was rather rash of her to have spent all that money on the dress for Saturday's party, but there again what was the point of having gentleman friends if they couldn't be made to treat you once in a while. "You know very well that I'll look after you, young lady," he soothed her, reaching out to stroke one finger lightly across the nape of her neck. "And you also know that you certainly created a hard card in me." "I've never heard of that one before," she smirked, reaching out for a jug of orange juice, "but that is hardly the point." "It is my personal voucher." "I hate to sound as if I am whining, but it don't think it will regenerate the wild woods of my bank account alone now, will it?" She sighed, letting the orange pour slowly into her glass and picking up a croissant from the breadbasket on the table. He smiled and picked up three of the bills and perused the various charges quickly before slipping the bills into a pocket of his jacket. "Does that help, dearest?" "It most certainly does secure me, you darling man." "I felt quite secure last night, though you were extremely wild at times." "That seems to be a contradiction in terms," Teresa giggled. "My terms can be very complimentary, as well you know." "But can they be negotiated?" "I've heard everything is negotiable, Teresa." "You have a very good grapevine." "I tend it carefully." "Then, you are a veritable horticulturalist, sir." "Things grow with the right words and actions." "So I had observed." "Show me where the slot is for me to swipe my growth," he leered, reaching out to touch her through her sky blue shorts. "Hey, leave my slot alone!" "Then stop making me grow firmer and longer." "I can't help it if my terrain pleases you," she blushed lightly. "I may be inclined to climb you from behind in a moment." "It was kind of you to tell me before you jumped me, but do let me finish my breakfast first." "I'd most certainly climb your round behind, Teresa." "I'm sure you would," she simpered and took a demure sip of first her orange juice and then the dregs of her coffee. "Is that because it is there, like Everest?" "You exude such confidence, " he chuckled. "And though your arse is not mountainous by any means, you do seem almost proud of your behind on reflection!" "Hardly as much as your vicarious pride in it, it seems to me." "Then, why are you so sure I would climb it?" "Because you said you certainly would; and a promise is a promise, sir." "It is a conceit of mine that I have been waiting for you to show me your treasured backside for some time." "You really are adding value there, sir," she laughed. "And you may be waiting some while longer this morning." "Did I miss my opportunity, then?" "It is true that you only had to turn me last night and you would have found all those treasures that you now crave." "Adding is good..." " --But multiplication is beyond you?" "Mathematics is not my desire; your rear is." "I do like a man with a singular goal in mind." "You, with your feet spread wide and bent over, would be a fine goal to aim for." "Does the thought that others might enjoy such an image make you jealous then?" "No, the thought makes me erect." "So, that's my fault too now, is it?" "You want the credit not the blame, I assume?" "Do you plan to leave a deposit sir?" "That is my point to a large degree." "Your angle of elevation would seem indicate that, sir. Perhaps you need a cold shower before you leave my rooms." "Do you like the width of my probe?" He leered basely, pulling his flies open and exposing himself as she sat at the breakfast table. "My! You are an immodest man, aren't you?" "No - just confidant." "And is this the cause of your confidence?" Teresa giggled as she let her hand hover lightly above his virility, close enough for him to sense her presence, without even making physical contact with his erection. "You certainly do seem aroused." "I am, but alas I must leave for work now," he sighed, tucking himself away with some difficulty. "Never mind." "I do mind and I will return for further arousal later." "Ooh! Promises; promises, sir." "A promise is a promise, as you yourself said earlier." "That I did, sir. How wise you are to remember all of my glib little words." "A little bird tells me that you, young lady, are more of a tease than a Teresa." And that bird could still be heard as he turned away from her, chirping away in the near distance. He scowled for he didn't want to leave either of them: the little creature perched on the vine of that flowering clematis beyond the terrace; or the lovely little woman perched on the edge of her white metal chair, happily quenching her thirst, but leaving his far from satisfied. Teresa smiled at his disappearing back, depositing her cup on the fleur-de-lis pattern of the breakfast tablecloth. Fair's fair: it was the little bird's turn to listen now as Teresa began to chirrup her own thoughts quietly to herself. Now that he was headed for the door, she was quite happy to look gleefully after him. Why shouldn't she, for good measure, throw his words back at his unsuspecting form with a certain low-key panache, so well suited to her soft voice? Yes, why shouldn't she 'display her many talents', while he bankrolled her financial indiscretions: "And, don't you know it, sir," she giggled, rising at last to get dressed. "Don't you know it, indeed!" T Good women are never remembered in History -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+