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Subject: {ASSM} Love Yourself (M/F solo)
Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 11:10:03 -0500
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This is an adult story, and therefore intended for people over the age of
18.  If this material is illegal in your area, it's your responsibility to
stop reading now.  Otherwise...enjoy it fully!  :)

   LOVE YOURSELF An erotic short written in the Summer of Y2K, by Mystery
Girl of www.erinworld.org (inspired by/originally written for M.T.)

   Sometimes, accidents make the best venues.  Such occurred today.

   It was near the end of a long day at work doing construction.  The sun
had been shining, it had been fairly hot, and you had a deep glistening tan
going.  Empty water bottles sat mischievously askew in the area where you
were working.  Your hands were powdery and white from hauling around rocks
and concrete out of a foundation during in the last couple of hours in the
afternoon.  Your muscles had that swollen and well-used feeling you get
after long exercise, and you paused for a breather, running your hand
across your forehead.

   You heard the sound of boot on concrete as your supervisor came up to
the edge of the foundation, saying that everyone else had left, and he was
on his way out for the day.  You said you were going to just finish up here
and leave as well, and he nodded and left.  As you half-closed your eyes
beneath the caress of the low sun, you heard the sound of the last truck
door slamming, then pulling away over the gravel.  Silence.  There was just
the sound of the earth and the birds, and the rocks beneath your feet as
you shifted.

   Nobody around...you thought to yourself.

   For whatever reason - the seclusion, the beat of the sun, the soft sigh
of the wind - you found your hand irrevocably winding its way down to your
crotch, and you naughtily began rocking your palm across the lump in your
shorts as you stood there.  The sensuality of the moment made your body
respond, your shaft begin to feel full and thick, like a morning erection.
How fast it responded to your seductive touch!  Like a beast from the
carnal gates of Hell, rearing upwards like a sexual fiend.

   You looked beautiful standing there, so still, a statue, except for your
slowly rising and falling hand.  As your thoughts turned to lips and
curves, a little memory slipped in of me asking you to rub yourself through
your jeans one night at your computer, when your parents were around, which
you did.  Wicked.  You stepped back and felt your back bump against the
concrete wall, as you enjoyed the growing sensations in your groin.  Before
losing yourself in the steadily increasing feelings, you wiped your dusty
hands off on your shorts, sat down on a concrete ledge, and took off your
damp shirt.  You were rewarded by the wonderful feeling of the wind
slipping sensually around the curves of your body, and the heat of the sun
burning away the sweat.  You looked down at yourself...all that was left to
take off was your shorts and underwear.

   You looked around, listened to the silence, and mulled for a moment. 
Your heart thrummed.  There was nobody around, and no reason to stop. 
Despite it being slightly risky, your sexual desire could not wait - it
steadily burned to be released, like glowing embers.  It compelled you to
an easy decision, and besides, it wouldn't take too long.

   You undid your belt, enjoying the anticipation and the rush of doing
this outside, undid your zipper, and in one motion, pulled your underwear
and shorts right down to your ankles.  The concrete was cold and gritty on
your ass when you sat down, but after a day in the heat, it wasn't all that
bad.  You half reclined your lithe, tanned body backward against the
foundation, propping yourself pretty solidly, with your virile cock rearing
towards the sun like an Egyptian serpent.  Christ, this was exciting.  Even
though the chance of getting caught was exceptionally low in this deserted
locale, the thought of stray eyes seeing you as they passed by - and
enjoying what they saw - filled your fantasial mind.  You closed your eyes
and imagined random girls gathering 'round the edge, eyes unblinking,
watching, flushing in arousal and smiling to one another - but almost
always their eyes riveted on your hand, which was stroking your cock faster
and faster.

   As your mind spilled over with these erotic imaginings, memories of past
sexual escapades, and other thoughts that were even more unmentionable,
your knees bent as your muscles tensed and your breath grew faster and
shallower.  Your hand went up and down your lividly hot, iron-hard shaft,
and soon your other hand traced its way down from your belly to your balls,
holding them tightly against you, feeling how full they were with your
thick seed.  For a second, you imagined yourself as the female whose arm
was tracing its way down to your crotch.  You thought about the girl who
most wanted to trace her long fingers and nails down your body, to watch
what you were doing to yourself...me.  Your nerves zinged and you breathed
sharply, as you suddenly realized you had been unconsciously holding your
breath.  You jerked harder and harder...nerves beginning to tingle and
scream across all your erogenous zones as you held your breath again.  What
a pleasurable session this was turning into!

   After a few more minutes, an image crept into your short-circuiting
mind, and took root, allowing you to focus on building to a spectacular,
shuddering conclusion to your onanistic experience.  As your tense arm
moved up and down, and your other fingers clenched and probed around, your
thoughts dripped back into their carnal course.  Your head lolled back,
your mind so far away.

   ...you thought about the fantasy girls around the foundation, watching
you.  Then, at the far end, you saw the group part, and step back, fading
out of view until they were all gone, like the parting of walls.  A very
tall, blurry figure with sharply defined hair and a riveting purposefulness
appeared.  Then, she came into focus like lightning, as everything else
blurred and grew dark at the same instant.  The edge of your mental vision
glittered from the oxygen deprivation.  Her eyes filled with stars.  One
more fast breath....I've got to keep going.

   Your cock burned at its head, like it was coated with burning gasoline,
and seeped glistening pre-cum, like honeydew at its tip.  You could feel
the burning gasoline follow your nerves right down to your toes.  The
figure in your mind was very familiar, you knew who it was, the one who
worshipped the thought of watching you, the one you worshipped the thought
of seeing you this way.  Erin.  My kohl-rimmed eyes beamed like an Egyptian
bas-relief as I studied the situation from atop the grey wall in your
fantasy.  I put my arms out above and to the sides of me, and strode
forward out into space, off the edge.  Like the Matrix, my motion was
frozen and your vision rushed around and suddenly began seeing you out of
my own eyes, laying there beneath me, seeing yourself in utter ecstasy.  It
was so incredibly primal, almost sacrificial.  Then my feet touched the
ground and I was six feet before you, and you were you again, trembling in
pleasure as I approached.

   Without saying a word, I smirked with my full wine-red lips, lowered my
long body onto on my hands and knees, and crawled slowly across the hard
concrete without batting an eyelash, until my glimmering lips were only
several inches from your rod of flesh.  You were in utter rapture and your
vision was filled with nothing but a screamingly hyper-real image of me
watching you as you masturbated centimeters away from my face.  My lips
parted slightly, and my teeth glistened as I ran my tongue along them. 
Catlike.

   God, what was I about to do to you?  It looked like I was about to lap
your balls and do some other things to you, things that you had never
experienced or would ever dare ask anyone for, but then your body was
suspended in an endless moment of crazy, uncontrollable heat.  You couldn't
think any more.  You body screamed across space and time from the DNA of
every single cell.  You lungs knifed for air.  You hand pumped so
incredibly fast that it verged on pain and felt like you were being eaten
by my eyes and my lips.  It felt like your spine was curling in upon
itself, like a snail, from muscular tension.  Your smooth body jerked into
a momentary rigor mortis as you hit that point of no return as my head
hovered above you.  Oh god, yesss...that free-fall of the consciousness
from which there was no escape.  The death-like jerking spread across your
body as you were rewarded for all your sexual efforts with that
inconceivably delicious taste of Heaven , crashing like violent waves of
mercury, rocking your soul.  Your head jerked back and your legs closed
around my waist as the last sensation you felt was my breath atop your
flaming cock, and my hands digging into your thighs.

   But just wait - enter the real world: In your masturbating frenzy,
though, you had lost track of time, as tends to happen when you are in
utter rapture, and had forgotten I was going to pick you up at 5:30 today
to see the early show.  I had parked up the street, since I didn't know
exactly where you'd be.

   You hadn't heard me arrive.  As I wandered across the lots, treading
quietly like a deer, from foundation to foundation, in the deserted
construction site, I started perturbedly wondering if you had left already.
I couldn't see anyone around.  Finally, I glanced down into one of the last
lots and saw you down there, you shorts down to your ankles, laying back
partially in the shade on the concrete, in the most erotically
incriminating moment, totally oblivious.  If you could only have seen
yourself.  Wow.

   I froze.  My breath stopped in mid-inhalation.  Explosively burning,
slithering streamers of lust writhed from my loins, through my veins, all
the way up to my heart, and my hands clenched and my heart started to race.
As still as possible, quieter than a mouse, I knelt down at the very far
edge, and watched you.  My eyes were steady like those of a hawk.  Seeing
you doing this to yourself got me incredibly aroused, and as I watched I
could feel the weight of my lust growing inside me like pressure in a tire,
and it felt like there was a straw on my clit, sucking on, sucking softer,
on, off, on, off...in time with every jerk of your cock.  God it felt
great. The world fell away like a landslide in my perception, as the sight
of you alone filled my mind.

   I was transfixed on the sight of you ravaging yourself, and became
completely absorbed.  I wasn't sure how long you'd been doing this, but it
was clear you were going to orgasm fantastically any time.  My hands,
steadying myself, were shaking slightly from the intensity of the moment.

   When you finished, and your cum shot all the way up to your lips, and
glistened down your knuckles, and the wind carried the heavy breathing of
your jerking apex to my ears -like music on the wind - I saw the beautiful
relaxation of lazy afterglow settle across your features.  My nails dug
into the concrete, and I felt weak all over and would have cum myself, if I
had not been out in the open.

   Incredibly impressed by this display, I leaned over the edge with eyes
afire, and whispered your name loudly.  Your eyes flew open and you looked
shocked, as if awoken from a deep trance, scrambling, but when you looked
and realized it was me, your attitude changed from fright to confusion, to
comprehension, before the adrenaline even had a chance to kick in.  It
smashed through your body a moment later, though, and you could feel the
heavy burning in your fingertips.  OK, this fantasy-become-reality was a
trite jarring.

   "Erin!" you said, in surprise, but not fear or embarrassment.  I liked
the sight of you looking up at me all naked with your soaked hand around
your cock, panting.  I smiled and raised an eyebrow.  You almost thought
your intense thoughts had summoned me to you, somehow...disturbed reality.
Maybe a slightly parted eye had seen me at the other end of the foundation,
but it was interpreted as part of your fantasy, rather than reality.  Maybe
not.  Maybe.

   You stood up slowly, stared straight into my eyes in a deep thoughtful
lull for a moment, adrenaline racing again, unable to focus on anything but
the magnet of my timeless eyes and the shocking true reality of the moment.
You brought your hand up to your lips....and proceeded to lick it clean. 
Your wet smile was like a sneer.  It was delectably primal, like a fanged
ice-age beast licking blood off the ribs of a carcass.  It hit me deep.  I
almost had to look away from the funnel of intensity you shot straight at
me with your gaze.  It was like you were expecting me, almost.  Maybe your
id had planned this.  Fuck it was hot to think about.

   After partaking of yourself, you absently pulled your shorts back up,
stuffed your beautiful and spent shaft back in to its home, regained your
composure, and came up to join me, feeling satisfied and aglow.  "That was
intense." I murmured, as I began to let myself breathe normally again.  We
walked along the road to my car, chatting and looking deceptively normal.
Sometimes, accidents make the best venues.  Indeed.  I laughed crazily to
myself when I reflected on the whole scenario that had just transpired.

   The rest of our time together than night was spent in the furthest-back
corner row at the megaplex.  At first, we just watched the film, but I
secretly snuck my hand down my jean shorts, and was soon masturbating
frenetically with my one finger, drowning myself in incredible sensations,
head back and eyes closed.  Despite being as still as possible, I just
couldn't keep silent and my heavier breathing, interspersed with stretches
of holding my breath, soon caught your attention.  I was afire, and you
could feel the heat radiating off my entire body, in beckoning waves.  You
could feel the gravitational pull of my desire long before you could hear
me, and felt excited all over again.

   Bathed in the flattering blue light of the screen, you shifted to face
me, and slowly reached over, looking for any sign I wanted you to stop. 
Your warm hand crept down between my old, loose jeans and my smooth, tanned
skin...Reaching the edge of my short pubic hair, brushing against my hand
as I made room for you, and withdrew mine.  I licked my long piano fingers
absently, putting them in my mouth right up to my knuckles.  It was
incredibly erotic to not only see, but hear me lick like that right before
you, just like I had licked my lips in your fantasy.  And I had been doing
this since I was nine years old.

   With your other hand on my smooth thigh, you eventually pushed and crept
your hand farther down as your mind swam in anticipation...loving the
reactions you got out of me.  Finally, you arched your middle finger slowly
down along my swollen slit, then back and forth in the incredibly hot,
slick flood, feeling what you had done to me as I watched you today.  Our
muscles were tight, our breaths fast, and our voices low and sultry.  It
was an exhilarating relief to feel your fingers invading my body...god, it
felt so incredibly, soulscreamingly rapturous.  I could feel every curve,
every knuckle, every movement.  I didn't dare look at you or I would have
gone over the edge, but I could feel your heavy-lidded stare all over me
like prickles in my consciousness.

   My hand tiptoed over to the crotch of your shorts, ever so slightly
moving back and forth over your hot-again penis, alone in the dark
together, the heavy blackness swinging around our intensely aroused minds
like a dizzying pendulum.  Surrounded by the backs of oblivious heads,
under the flickering twilight in the theater, I pulled your shirt up,
leaned down and licked luridly across your nipple, so warmly and gently
that it really felt good.  I'd wanted to do that ever since you had dropped
by to visit wearing a hanging-open vest, and shorts.  Your body was
magnetic.  I wanted to consume you - every part of you.  My mind reeled...I
felt like I was falling down an elevator shaft...and Then the credits
rolled...Take a deep breath.  Cya next time.

   E.M.  2000.  www.erinworld.org / mystery@sentex.net This story may NOT
be distributed to commercial sites.

   

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