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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> "Cooling Off" {Pendragon} (MF rom cons)
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, or otherwise forbidden 
by law to read electronically transmitted erotic 
material,  please go do something else.

    This material is Copyright, 2000, Uther Pendragon.  
All rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right 
for all reproduction necessary for normal Usenet 
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Reposting requires previous permission.

     Many of my other stories can be found at:
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    If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail 
them to me at anon584c@nyx.net.  

    All persons here depicted, except public figures 
depicted as public figures in the background, are 
figments of my imagination and any resemblance to 
persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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Cooling Off


The temperature was still over a hundred, and their air 
conditioner was still broken.  He put the food he'd 
picked up for their supper into the refrigerator.  Then 
he ran a cool, rather shallow, bath.  It looked so good 
that he undressed and climbed in to wait.

"In the bathtub, honey," he called as the door slammed.

"My, you look cool," she said.  She didn't look cool at 
all, and her face had a mask of dirt except around the 
eyes.

"Care to join me?  The repair man is backed up until 
the day after tomorrow."

"Don't mind if I do."  She stripped off her office 
clothes efficiently, almost ignoring him.  Yet the 
process was every bit as sexy as any show intended to 
arouse.  First she removed her blouse and bra, and her 
breasts swung free as she bent to deal with skirt, 
shoes and pantyhose.  Removing the panties revealed her 
bare mound.

Then she turned to the medicine cabinet and its mirror.  
"Ugh," she said.

"I thought that you looked kind of cute, like a raccoon 
in reverse."  She was leaning over slightly, looking 
closer at her reflection.  This view was even cuter.  
Her ass was pushed a little outward; he could glimpse 
her pussy through her slightly spread legs.  She soaped 
up a washcloth.  "Bring that here."

She handed him the washcloth and climbed between his 
legs in the tub, her back to him.  The glimpses of all 
her parts in motion stiffened him despite the cool 
water.   Her shiver within the circles of his arms and 
legs increased the effect.

As she leaned back against him, he washed the grit from 
her face.  He handed her a large plastic mug.  "Fill 
this with hot, please."  She barely needed to bend 
forward to reach the faucets.  He poured half the mug 
over her hair and began to rub the shampoo in.  

Her position leaning against his chest wasn't efficient 
-- his own chin kept getting in his way.   But having 
her in his arms was much more important.  And he loved 
her hair, loved running his fingers through it, rubbing 
the shampoo into every lock.  Finally, he rinsed.

She filled the mug for him; he poured and combed for 
her.  She adjusted the cold faucet and the drain so the 
water level was nearly constant.  Then she leaned back 
in his arms for a rest.  He stroked her slowly -- there 
was no hurry.  Her nipples were hard under his fingers, 
he was hardening against her back; but they were mostly 
drifting.

"You won't believe this," she said after a while.

"Hm?"

"I'm starting to get chilly."

"I," he said, "can think of a fun way to warm up."  She 
got out first, and they toweled each other off.  

"Race you to the bed," she said while he was rinsing 
the last shampoo bubbles down the drain.  Laughing, she 
ran to the bed and jumped into the middle before he 
could really start moving.  They kissed when he caught 
up to her.  The air already felt like a warm blanket 
over them, and they needed no other. 

Slowly, his mouth trailed down her neck and shoulder to 
her breast.  He missed her taste, but the nipple was as 
responsive as ever.  Then he kissed the underside of 
her breast.  "Stop!" she cried, "I'm so ticklish 
there."

"I know," he said, and nibbled the underside of the 
other breast.  She kicked for minutes while he held her 
down with his hand on her smooth mound.  Then she 
tickled him with her fingernails on his ass cheeks and 
on the back of his thighs.  He gave up and moved out of 
her reach.

That brought him to her thighs.  He kissed the tops for 
a minute, then moved between them.  Here, finally, he 
could taste her rather than the soap.  He teased 
himself as much as her by staying on the thighs and 
then on the smooth mound.  "Inside!" she pled and 
spread her legs to invite his tongue into her pussy.

He could resist her words, but not her aroma.  He 
spread her lips with his tongue and lapped up the 
nectar he found there.  He circled her clit with his 
tongue, returned to the nectar, circled the clit again.  
"Please," she said on his fifth or sixth circle.

When he did finally lick her clit, she stiffened and 
pulled on his ears.  "Inside," she said again.  He 
licked there once more, and moved up her body.  She 
raised her legs and reached for him.  He watched her 
face as he entered her hot cunt.   

She began with a studious frown, as if setting him in 
her entrance was a technical problem.  Her eyes widened 
as he pressed slowly into her, the lids moving apart as 
the cunt lips did.  She gave him a smile when he had 
filled her completely, welcoming him home.

When she had wrapped him in her legs, he moved in and 
out.  He was trying to prolong the action, but she 
would have none of that.  "Fuck me," she said.  "Fuck 
me hard and fast and fierce."  

He sped up, thrusting into her with more and more 
force.  Her hands slid down his back to his ass, 
pulling him into her.  "Coming," she said, "... now."  
And come she did, her pussy gripped his cock just as 
her hands gripped his hips.  He drove into her spasming 
pussy a few more times, and then he came too.  

They lay together, hugging, gasping, and -- especially 
-- sweating.  

"I'm all hot again," she said after a minute.

"Honey, you have always been hot," he replied.

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