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Subject: {ASSM} Michelle's Date (m/f, voy?)
Date: Sun,  1 Apr 2001 04:10:03 -0400
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This story is a work of fiction, any similarity to any persons, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  



	Michelle couldn't believe she had agreed to go out with her
ex-boyfriend.  Though they had parted amicably, she hadn't seen him in
several years and was understandably nervous.  Bill always treated her
like a gentleman, but she had a sneaking suspicion about what he was
after.   He was always predictable as to his choice of restaurant,
which was nice but not too fancy, but he let her choose the movie for
a change.  She always thought he didn't know any type of date other
than "dinner and a movie".   She chose the new romantic comedy
starring a usually serious actor who mostly makes movies where he
kills English people.  She didn't mind when he put his arm around her
in the darkened theater, and though she nearly pushed him away when he
first kissed her, she quickly gave in...it had been a while for her too.
She even pretended to be reluctant to allow him a little under the
blouse "play-time", she didn't want to let him know she was enjoying
it as much as he was.
	The movie was short, and ended before he could engage in any
serious misbehavior in the movie theater.  She regretted that, for she
still lived with her parents and would definitely not be allowed to
bring Bill inside for an extended heavy petting session.  With a tinge
of regret, she got in his SUV and he started on the 30-minute drive
back to her house.  Still, she snuggled as close to him as she could
and he wrapped an arm around her.  She didn't want to ask, but she
hoped he would remember what they used to do on drives when they were
together.  
	The Cineplex had it's own stoplight by the exit; she prayed it
would be red when they got to it.  To her delight, it was, and Bill
quickly leaned over to share a passionate kiss.  She always thought he
was a good kisser, and once again relished the feeling of his lips on
hers, and his tongue twisting around hers.  She felt his hand move on
her shoulder, sliding under her collar and following the strap of her
bra down to her breast as the light turned green.  He easily managed
the left turn as he simultaneously eased her right breast out of its
cup...he remembered all right.
	As his fingers lightly brushed against her hardened nipple, he
softly whispered, "I hope you don't mind, sweetie."  
	Not able to say a word, she simply grabbed his wrist to ensure
he would not remove it.  In the dark, she could see a smile spreading
on his face.  "Remember how I used to do this?"   He lightly pinched
her nipple, sending an exhilarating little burst of pain through her.
She murmured in the affirmative as she squirmed closer to him, rubbing
her thighs together as she felt the desire building in her.  
	Another light brings the car to a stop, Bill knew this route
well, and figured he now had about thirty seconds of free time.  He
was never one to pass up an opportunity, and after midnight this road
was free of any other cars.  He aggressively kissed her, plunging his
tongue into her mouth as his left hand began to quickly unbutton her
blouse..."Yes" he thought, as he reached the halfway point and could
once again see her lovely breast after five years.  He shifted his
attention to her other breast, easing it out of the cup.  
	His thirty seconds were up; he quickly sped to the next
intersection...Michelle leaned away from him.  Panic shot through him,
had he gone too far too fast?  
	Michelle rested her back against the window, and smiled at
Bill as she finished unbuttoning her blouse, spreading the two halves
apart to fully reveal her breasts to him, pushed up by the bra.  He
stared at her, anxious for the red light a hundred yards down the
road.  
	He unbuckled his seat belt; it was just in the way now.  She
moved closer and arched her back, pushing her breasts higher in the
air.  He leaned over to kiss her, but she pushed his head lower and
his lips found her left breast.  She held his head there as he softly
sucked on her nipple...it had been so long since he did this and she had
forgotten how much she liked it.  His left hand reached down to her
pants, quickly yanking them down far enough for him to slide his hand
down under her panties.  
	She gasped as he touched her there, her eyes shot open to
register that the light had turned green and worst of all, she turned
her head to see another car passing them slowly on the right.  The
three occupants, a small group of young men stared directly at her as
they moved by at 5 miles per hour.  She didn't even have the chance to
feel embarrassed, as a surge of arousal shot through her as she
realized they had a spectacular view of Bill sucking on her breast.
She couldn't believe she actually smiled at them as they passed.  
	Bill quickly realized that his time was up as they honked
their horn in approval, he quickly hit the gas to make the turn away
from the other car as Michelle covered herself back up.  She feared
that he had been turned off until he turned into a Target parking lot.
	"I'm going to find a place to park around back..."  
	The store had closed a few hours ago, so the parking lot was
empty.  Not taking any chances, he drove around the back of the store,
past the loading docks to park near a cardboard dumpster.  Bill turned
the headlights and then the engine off.  Michelle shied away from him
slightly as he quickly leaned over to her and pressed her back against
the headrest with a hard kiss.  She returned the kiss, wrapped an arm
around him to pull him closer.  
	Bill reached under her seat and reclined her seat as far back
as it could go.   His hands moved to her pants, tugging them and her
panties off her legs.  Her blouse was next; he pulled it off her
shoulder and tossed it into the back with her pants.  Michelle drew a
sharp intake of breath when he simply tore her bra off, unwilling to
fiddle with the clasp in the back.  She loved it when a man was
aggressive with her.  
	"I love the way you look, baby".  He said as he came out of
his seat, moving over towards hers.  He nuzzled her rounded breasts;
he had always paid plenty of attention to them.  For a while she had
thought that was weird, but she since learned that all men share an
obsession with them.  She felt his hand tracing it's way up her thigh...
	"God, I want you..." She didn't like to talk much during sex,
she was never comfortable asking for anything.  Bill knew her tastes,
she didn't have to say anything, but those four words escaped from her
lips anyway.  
	"I want you too, love" He answered, he started to take his
hands away from her to work his zipper, but she quickly held them in
place, she didn't want his hands to go anywhere, especially the one
that had begun to slowly rub between her legs.  His fingers danced
over her neatly trimmed pussy, then began to gently press down.  
	"I love what you've done down here."  Bill said, surprised
that she had shaved.  That was something new.  
	She replied with a soft moan, "I love what you're doing down
there."  His head had moved back down to her right breast, he was
teasing it with his teeth.  She felt his first probe inside her as a
solitary finger penetrated her.  He had finished with his zipper, and
pushed his jeans and boxers down...taking him in her hand, which
elicited a moan from him.  Over his shoulder, she noticed that a light
had come on in one of the windows in the houses behind the store.  A
shadow makes its way through that room.  
	Her view is blocked as Bill removes his shirt, tossing it into
the back with her clothing.  He then spreads her legs, her left is
propped up on the driver's side of the dashboard and her right is
pressed up against her window.    She pulled him back down, if only
because he was blocking her view of that window.  
	Bill eased himself atop her, planting a delicate kiss on her
lips, which she hungrily returned.  She felt him moving on her, lining
himself up.  She closed her eyes; softly gasping as he eased himself
up into her...she clutched his head against her as he waited for her to
become acclimated to his presence inside her.   "God" she thought.
"I'd forgotten how good this feels."
	Bill gently began to pump in and out of her, slowly gaining in
speed and intensity with each thrust into her hungry body.  "Oh
yeah...just like that" Michelle murmured, cradling his head against her
ample breast, delighting in the soft noise his sucking made.  
	She looked out the windshield at the house she'd noticed
before.  The light was now off, but she swore she could make out a
silhouette at the side of the window.  She'd often fantasized about
someone watching her and a lover; the mere possibility that it was
happening now seemed like a fulfillment of those late-nights under the
covers.   She eased Bill as far over to her right side as she could,
so that her left breast would be in full view to anyone in front of
the car.  
	"Oh God..." she whimpered,  "Harder Bill, please."  He was all
too eager to comply, thrusting roughly into her, her head rocked back
and she moaned loudly as she began to buck her hips back against him.
Her left breast was heaving with her body, her right firmly anchored
in place on Bill's lips.  
	"Oh...that's fantastic..." Sweat began to run down her forehead,
matting her long brown hair as her breath began to flow in ragged
gasps.  Bill's lips parted from her nipple, as he began to grunt,
building up to his climax.  
	She could feel her own climax building up inside her, as Bill
rested her head upon her breast, moaning louder as his goatee tickled
her small nipple.  She rocked her head back against the headrest,
letting moans escape with each thrust.  She brought her hand up to her
free breast, squeezing with each thrust.  Would her audience enjoy
that, she wondered, was it a man or a woman?  "To hell with them, I'm
enjoying it..." She thought, pinching her own nipple.  
	A wave of pleasure began surging through her, she closed her
eyes, forgetting the distant window and let out a serious of moans.
She felt him come in a spasm, filling her with his seed, his moans
joining her ragged scream in the confines of the car.   One final
thrust and he was done, collapsing aside her as his rapidly softening
member slipped out of her.  
	"God, I love you Michelle."  He whispered between rapid
breaths, moving only to softly kiss her lips.  
	"I love you too, baby" She softly said, easing his head onto
her shoulder and his body to her side, allowing her audience, if she
actually had one, a good view of most of her body.  She smiled out the
window, delicately brushing her nipple, mouthing the words "Tomorrow
night..."  

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