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From: Spoonbender@hotmail.com (theodore spoonbender)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> The Surprise (MF, rom, cons) by Theodore Spoonbender
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 11:10:03 -0400
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The Surprise (MF, rom, cons)
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An erotic short story (c) 2001 Spoonbender. If you are 
underage don't read it. It is based on characters 
developed by the late Dulcinea, which are used with the 
permission of her archivists. May be reposted freely 
(as long as it is complete including this copyright 
header) except on websites, or any other media, that 
requires payment to view it.

This is definitely not my most comfortable genre. But I 
made the effort for a special lady. If you like this 
story then email Spoonbender@hotmail.com and I might be 
persuaded to write some more  <grin> . Exskuses pleas  
for spilling the English Grandma and her Punk-Chew 
Asian. It no edited. I not got none.

*******************************************************
This story is dedicated to and written for Lisala with 
whom I (verbally) went too far. Forgiveness is too much 
to hope for.
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He sat watching her for a while, reveling in her 
beauty. The stray hair thrust carelessly behind her 
ears, her pearl white teeth chewing on her pencil. Even 
her slight frown didn't mar the delicate perfection of 
her face.

She was in profile to him as she scanned the screen, 
occasionally tapping away furiously on the keyboard.

"Darling," he ventured.

"Shush," she waved her hand at him, her eyes not 
leaving the screen.

He stood up and walked up behind her and rested his 
hands lightly on her shoulders. Feeling her tension he 
started describing small circles with his thumbs at the 
nape of her neck.

At first he felt her stiffen further, then start to 
relax as he wove his magic. "Hmmm'" she moaned.

"I have a surprise for you," he ventured.

"Oh," she sighed, her eyes closed and her lips moist 
and parted.

His hands wandered down to her breasts imprisoning them 
lightly. He knew that he had her full attention now. 
Her computer glared balefully at him as if it blamed 
him for the loss of its mistress. He resisted the urge 
to stick his tongue out at it.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I said, I 
have a surprise for you."

"I have to finish this," she murmured willing him to 
continue the soft, relentless teasing of her nipples.

He suddenly drew his hands away and turned towards the 
door, "it won't take a minute," he chuckled.

She swiveled her chair and tapped her fingers lightly 
on its arm.

"Come on, I've got to finish this. Can't it wait?"

"No, no, it's got to be now, I won't be a second."

She felt like turning around and again pounding away at 
her essay, but a feline curiosity kept her attention 
focused on the doorway.

She was slightly startled when he suddenly leapt into 
the doorway with a triumphant, "ta-da!"

He was wearing his silk robe, the one he had brought 
back from that business trip to Japan. It came down to 
his knees normally but now it was curiously misshapen. 
Now he definitely had her attention as he moved towards 
her, the something that was under his robe seeming to 
have a life of its own.

He stood before her for a second, her gaze on the level 
of his crotch; before flinging open his robe with a 
flourish revealing an exquisitely wrapped box poking 
out at her, complete with a big red ribbon tied in an 
extravagant bow.

"Sorry I took so long," he smiled. "They wouldn't wrap 
it in the shop, so I had to do it myself."

"What is it?" She enquired mischievously.

He shrugged noncommittally, "why not open it and find 
out."

Her fingers sought the ribbon, drawing it teasingly 
slowly whilst muttering, "I wonder what it could be?"

Then the box itself relented to her fingers. As she 
drew the last of the packaging away his penis bobbed 
free and she clapped her hands like a schoolgirl. "Its 
wonderful, can I keep it please?" she looked up at him 
imploringly, an impish smile twitching her lips.

"Do you promise to look after it?" he asked with mock 
severity.

"Oh yes, I promise." She leaned forward and kissed the 
tip. It stood up straighter. "Oh look, I think it likes 
me," she giggled.

She looked up at him, "do you think it'd like to be 
stroked?"

He moaned as the warmth of her fingers made contact 
with him. Evidently it did.

She wrapped her fingers around him and pumped up and 
down his shaft slowly, as she stood up to face him.

"I think I have the perfect place for him to live," she 
said as her eyes drew level with his. "It's a warm, wet 
cave that I've prepared especially for him." She took 
his hand and guided it under her skirt.

He could feel her moist heat radiating through her 
panties as his hand rested lightly on her mound. She 
pushed the chair away with a shimmy of her hips and 
leaned back against the table.

"Hmm, maybe he will, shall we find out?" he breathed.

His hand pushed aside the silken fabric as she pulled 
him towards her. Her legs slipping open in joyous 
submission.

A moment of anticipation had them both gasping before 
their flesh met and he slipped effortlessly inside her. 
Her blissful moan urging him deeper into her grasping 
maw.

His hands eased up her blouse as he sought the soft 
pliancy of her breasts. Tunneling beneath her bra to 
capture her heights, then rolling her nipples 
luxuriantly between his fingers and thumbs. He could 
feel her heart fluttering like a captive bird under his 
palm, as he leaned forward to mash his lips against 
hers.

Her hands sought him and pulled him closer as he 
started to thrust slowly and methodically inside her. 
She pushed her hips forward in perfect synchronization 
with his beat, lost in a whirlpool of ecstasy as his 
ardor mounted and his lunges attained a greater 
urgency. She could feel herself soaring way up into the 
clouds as the tsunami of her release raced towards her, 
tossing her helplessly into a maelstrom of exquisite 
pleasure.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs tightly around him 
as her hands clawed frantically at the flesh of his 
back, before finally tipping over the edge when she 
felt him pulse his wet heat deep inside her.

Losing control completely, she screamed her way into 
her orgasm. Her cries a soprano counterpoint to his 
deep groans as they consummated their pleasure.

They clung to each other for long minutes as their 
hearts slowed their pounding and their breath ceased to 
be gasped into their laboring lungs.

Her head dropped forward onto his shoulder and they 
wrapped their arms tightly around one another, his lips 
darting small kisses onto the crown of her head.

Suddenly she pulled back and looked at him quizzically, 
"I've been home for hours, why didn't you give it to me 
earlier?"

He grinned. "I couldn't get it in the box."

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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