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Subject: {ASSM} The Never Ending Story
Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2000 22:10:09 -0500
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The Never Ending Story

Act One

"What in God's name was I thinking when I let him talk me into doing
this?" It was the tenth or maybe the fiftieth time that this thought had
passed through her mind in the last hour. It had been that long since
they had left the car at the foot of the trail and started
this...this...trek.
"It won't take long" she mimicked silently "Its not that steep". She was
tired in the first ten minutes but she figured if HE could do it at his
age, she sure as hell wasn't going to let him think that SHE couldn't.
 The first half hour was a gradual incline up through the woods, and was
actually pretty pleasant apart from the grinding physical exercise part
of it. Sunlight filtered down through the trees and scattered patches
and flashes of gold at their feet. But once the woods ended, the hill
got steeper - looming over their heads like a ..like a damned Alp or
something. She was scrabbling now, down on hands and knees which didn't
make it any easier since the long loose dress that she had worn for
comfort only got in the way.
 And the worst part was that now her face and head were pointed to the
ground, the sights of his tight tanned thighs and the muscles of his ass
moving beneath his shorts were no longer so easily visible.
 She had just started the "why in God's name" question again when she
realised they were there - finally they had arrived at the top. She
collapsed, face down, into the soft fat fronds that he called "bracken".
It felt like goose -down and smelled like something very clean and
fresh. As she raised her head to look at him, silhouetted in the
sunshine, the soft cool breeze swept her hair back from her face and
wiggled its way between the buttons that ran down her chest. She got up
to her knees so that the magic air fingers could reach between the rest
of the buttons, cooling her breasts and throat, her ribcage and thighs
and softly chilling and tickling the fine belly fuzz that led down
inside the waistband of her panties. She spread her knees, trying to
look like she was catching her balance, and suddenly closed them again
with a shudder as her eyes focussed past him to the place where the
ground simply disappeared.
 Climbing to her knees had allowed her the horrifying vision of a sheer
cliff face that she had damn near crawled to the edge of.
 Behind her, all was gentle slopes and safe inclines and she determined
that this was as far as she was going.
 "If you think" she snapped at him "that I'm going to sit at the edge of
eternity here, quietly eating my picnic lunch and waiting for the ground
beneath me to crumble and send us all hurling to our doom...well you can
just think again buster" - and she began to move away from him and the
nightmare chasm that he had brought her to the brink of.
He chuckled and strode quickly to her side. "No - don't worry - you know
I don't like heights either. I just wanted you to see the view..." His
movement has placed him directly in front of her - and her position on
her knees placed her eyes just inches away from his belly button. She
looked up into his smile - "I like the view right here honey, " she said
wickedly "lets eat!" She traced her fingertips up the inside of his
thighs - those thighs....she'd always been a sucker for good thighs and
that is really how he had caught her in the first place, all those years
ago when they had worked together and she had been forced to look at his
thighs all day - since that's all he ever wore - shorts, tight and short
or loose and short. The climb and the breezes had both exhausted and
energised her at the same time.
He stopped her fingers, just short of their goal. "Now come on honey -
we're out in the open here - someone might see." She looked around. They
were on top of the world and could see no -one for miles in every
direction.... except of course for any fool who might be attempting to
climb that sheer cliff face over there.
He swung the backpack from his shoulders and started to unpack it. "Plus
- we have to eat, y'know?" She grinned and reached for him again "That's
kinda what I had in mind," she said. He playfully slapped her hands away
and in doing so, she fell backwards and began to roll away from him,
through the soft bracken and down the hill. He ran quickly and stopped
her before she had gone but a few yards. But he could see from her face
that she was younger suddenly - rolling down this hill like a school
-girl had washed all the pain away - all the stresses and torment
tumbled on down the hill and had gone from her forever.
"God , I love you so much - so very much" and saying the words made him
whole, somehow taken apart and cleaned and put back together again. He
fell to the ground next to where she lay and kissed the loose hair from
her face., and then from her cheeks and the soft valleys beneath the ear
lobes, turning her head gently from side to side to afford him full
access.
 His strong hands cradled her chin firmly and moved it as he kissed
first one side of her neck and then the other from the hairline at the
top, all the way down to the dip inside her collar bone. It was probably
his favourite part of her body but then he smiled as a thought entered
his mind. "Its wherever I'm kissing at the time" he said in response to
his own imagination - half outloud. She quietly "hhhhhmmmm"'d as his
lips moved over the front of her throat and down to the smooth indent at
it's base - his soft tongue traced the warm valley, around it's rim and
down it's smooth walls into its centre. It was one of her "places". She
could feel all the nerves gathered there like a meeting place between
her head and her body. and his tongue, probing and pushing hotly, nudged
and stroked each nerve in turn. She knew that she could lay like this
forever - spread out on the soft ferns, on this green hilltop in the
summer sun while his tongue set fire to her throat and the clean breeze
roamed freely beneath her loose dress. She raised her right knee to the
sky which pulled her skirt all the way up to her hips and then she
turned her knee to the western horizon leaving her exposed and open to
the breeze and to his eyes and his hands. and maybe even to his tongue.
The thought made her eyes close, almost fully and she wet her opening
lips with the tip of her tongue. He lifted his mouth from her throat and
gazed down at her body. Beneath the dress, her full breasts lay like
soft sweet cakes with small hard candy nipples clearly visible straining
the cloth...at her waist, where the dress gathered, his eyes opened when
he saw her wanton spread. The bright sun made her loose -weave lace
panties virtually transparent and he could see the moisture already
beginning to glisten on the insides of her thighs, shinning like silver
drops in the glorious hairy tangle that covered her paradise.
 She knew where his eyes were - she could sense his radiated heat on the
fragile threads of the damp lace, and the feel of his gaze lit fires
deep within her - fires that had never really gone out since that first
sweet day back in the office. He probably didn't remember it because she
had not given in - although she had never truly wanted anyone so much in
her life as she had for that one short space in time. And because she
was strong (or stupid depending on your point of view) she had done
nothing to encourage him, nothing to betray her fidelity to a marriage
that was already long ago doomed.
Now, while she lay exposed to his gaze on this hillside she thought
back...to that day.
They were drinking wine - again. It had become a daily occurrence and a
dangerous one. The warmth of the grape made her weak and demanding both
at once. Even though she had already warned him that she did not like to
have her neck and shoulders rubbed - (another big lie designed to
deliver her from temptation) - she kept complaining about a headache as
they drank wine together. He had moved behind her low office chair and
begun to gently massage her temples.
No one had touched her like this since... well.... ever .
His fingertips sought out the pain and soothed it from her body, like
the effects of warm air on the creases in silk. As the pain melted, his
thumbs had moved to the top of her spine, gently stroking each side of
the space where the top vertebrae fused into the base of her skull. Her
head fell softly forward and she saw that the loose folds of her new
blouse also fell forward, exposing the rise of her full breasts within
the dainty cream coloured bra. " God" she thought "if he sees this sexy
little number he'll be convinced I'm out to seduce him," and. mustering
her strength of will she pushed her head back upright and felt the
comforting sense of her blouse once more covering up her body, hiding it
from his eyes.
But as his thumbs were denied the back of her neck his fingertips found
her throat and followed its lines down onto her shoulders and then out,
beneath the loose blouse, across the slender bra straps and all the way
to the tops of her arms.
The action had strained the next closed button and it slipped free from
its silky holding spot, leaving her even more exposed than before. Her
head lolled backwards and turned slowly from side to side as his fingers
firmly kneaded the flesh of her shoulders, wiping away the stresses of
an entire lifetime with magic strokes of his hands. The blouse was tight
against her breasts and she knew that her nipples - always the first
part of her to tell tales - had given her away already. She suddenly
realised what her head was leaning against, rolling back and forth
against....and as his fingers began to move down onto the rise of her
breasts she felt his full, ripe hardness moving against her head and
neck. "It would be so easy" she thought "all I have to do is turn my
head and make a kiss.... and he'll take me I know he will. I'll be
naked..... naked and filled and fulfilled. I know what he likes and I
need what he likes and all I have to do is turn my head and say the
word...." and she had turned her head to him and looked up into his
eyes, his gentle devil eyes, so deep and blue and she had said "no,
let's have some more wine!"
On the warm lush hillside he looked at her curiously and said "well - I
haven't even opened it yet...but alright - I'll get it," and he stood
and walked back up the hill, towards the wine.



act two

Watching him walk back up the steep hill only warmed her further. It was
those thighs again. She rolled over and propped her head up on one
elbow. The soft fern fingers moved lazily in the breeze between her
opened exposed thighs and she could feel the warmth of the sun on her
behind - even through the cotton dress.
He seemed pre -occupied with ransacking the canvass satchel for the
corkscrew but, in preparation for when he glanced back, she reached
behind her and flipped the back of her dress up to match the front.
Laying her head down on her forearm she delighted in the combination of
sun and breeze, cool and heat and the wind fluttering ferns in all of
her exposed places. As the quiet flames within her roared and surged she
pushed her pubic mound into the grass and wiggled her ass from side to
side. She had her eyes closed, but she knew he was watching her and she
knew the effects of her dress and her motions. He was a visual man and
loved the finesse of the hidden charms far more than simple nudity. She
knew that, had she removed all her clothing and just walked over and lay
at his feet with her legs spread, he probably would have simply ignored
her. Well okay, ok ... maybe not actually ignored her. But the sight
certainly would not have fired him up properly. Not like the old days
when she would deliberately sit on a tall stool across his desk for
their afternoon meetings. The "innocent act" hadn't lasted very long and
quite honestly she'd have been disappointed if it had, given the
looseness of her shorts and skirts and the distance that she placed
between her knees - it would have been downright rude of him to not
notice, but he went her one better - he stared. Almost from the
beginning it had backfired on her because she could feel his eyes simply
pushing her panties aside, peeling her lips apart and gazing right into
the hot wet pinkness.
And that just made it hotter and wetter. Before long she realised that
she was becoming the teased one and she stopped giving him such direct
access. Just a flash here and there, a skirt flung quickly up and aside
- that was enough to play the game , and it had taught her that he liked
to look. She heard his footsteps through the ferns and wiggled her ass
some more - knowing that he would see the movement and feast his eyes on
the light lemon lace stretched tight over her exposed cheeks.
"Roll over honey" he said with a twinkle in his voice, "here's your
wine", and when she did she saw that he was standing directly over her
head - straddling her head and giving her a straight visual shot up his
own shorts....seeing his thighs continue all the way to the top made her
catch her breath as she reached upwards towards the glass in his hand.
She very pointedly sat up only long enough to knock the wine straight
back and then lay straight back down and stared. straight back up again.
He stood above her and watched her hungry eyes work their way all the
way up his legs, climbing from one muscle to the next like jungle vines.
He flexed and turned and clenched and relaxed in a ballet of small
sensual; movements and. by the time he could sense her eyes reach the
elastic leg of his briefs, he could hear her breathing harder.
"Is there anyone around, honey" she managed to say. When he answered
"no" she said "Then don't dare move - and watch me!"





act three

She lay the empty wine glass down on the ground and he quickly joined it
with his own and with the recorked bottle .
She kept her eyes on the top of his thighs as he bent down and then
straightened back up and the orchestra of movement sent chills to curl
her toes. When she could feel his gaze on her once more she began to
wave her slender arms - fingers wide apart and extended like soft
undersea plants moving in the swells and ebbs of tidal waters. She knew
that he was noticing each movement, for that's what he did - it was his
essence to observe and enjoy. It was what made them such a perfect fit -
she liked to be watched and admired and lusted for and it was his
pleasure to do those things. Gradually her weaving fingertips found the
full nipples pushing against her soft dress and they circled and
caressed each hard budding nerve centre at the top of her soft smooth
breasts.
As she pinched gently and pulled softly at the sensitive tips, she kept
her eyes on his ass cheeks under his tight black bikini briefs. She
didn't know how he did it but his cheeks tightened and relaxed in tune
with her breathing, as though they were somehow connected through the
beam of vision. When she felt the warmth from her innermost places begin
to move like a force field towards freedom she moved her fingers to the
buttons on her dress and as she released them, her breasts pushed the
material away. Her back arched when the breeze cooled her soft skin and
his eyes set it ablaze once more. Her fingers moved the remaining folds
of the dress away leaving her naked save for her lemon lace panties. She
watched him as he lowered himself until her head was cradled by those
thighs and the strength and softness of his upper legs relaxed and
pressured her temples like that old office neck rub from so long ago.
He lightly pulled her into a sitting position by her arms and held her
while he removed the dress from her shoulders. She leaned her head back
and kissed his ear and his neck while his firm fingers danced across her
ribs and gently leaped over her breasts with only a light grazing of her
nipples. He held her against his chest. She wished she had a mirror
wished she could see once again that vision of his hands on her body
while he stood behind her. But his stiffness against the small of her
back drew her toward him, that - and the sharp delicious sense of his
fingernails lightly dragging across her tender nipples. Almost
unconsciously, as the heat waves bathed her insides and raged ever
onward towards release, her thighs opened and raised and her own hands
betrayed her. That was another of his favourites and was becoming one of
her own. All those years her masturbation had been basic, just lust, but
he was beginning to get her to appreciate the potential romance between
her fingers and her own skin. She knew now that she didn't have to just
grab her own clit and wrestle it into climax. She had learned to take
her time, to discover other senses and places to touch, to move
slooooowwwwwer. She had learned that he loved to watch her fingers on
her body and she had learned it one night in a chair where she sat
blindfolded.

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