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From: "Mark Hinton" <m_h103@hotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2001 23:47:59 BST
Subject: {ASSM} Hot Day (MF)
Date: Fri,  6 Jul 2001 06:10:01 -0400
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first story. let me know what you think

MH


Hot Day

(c) Mark Hinton 2001. All Rights Reserved.

It started in the middle of the afternoon on a hot day. I was 
travelling back to my house, a few more stops away on the overland 
train. The sun was pushing us all down and there was no air.

I sometimes get hard-ons on the train. Usually it's when I'm sitting 
on the end of a row of seats and a girl gets on, stands the other 
side of the clear plastic divider and holds on to the bar in front of 
me. Then I catch a scent of skin and soap and I look at her hand 
and imagine it round my cock. That's when I usually get hard ons 
in trains.

Except this time there was no soft skin scent, and no hand, just a 
hot day. It felt tight and awkward, and I tried to think it down, to 
take my mind down to my cock and make the hard on go away. 
Usually I'm not turned on, at least my mind isn't. On this hot day, I 
could still reason, I didn't want to fuck particularly. I just had a 
hard on.

So usually by the time I get to my stop the hard on has gone. 
Except on this hot day it hadn't so as I got up I held my newspaper 
in front of me and pushed my cock across, to make it less visible. 
Then I walked to the end of the platform and went for my ticket.

In London there are people who try to get through the ticket gates 
for free by walking very close to those with tickets, and barging 
through behind them. This time, I put my ticket in the machine, 
picked it out and as the gates opened I stepped forward. Except I 
fumbled the ticket and had to stop walking.

Then I felt someone press up against me. In one fragment of a 
second I felt skin, fabric and the image of her breasts pushing into 
my back. I could see them, they were so real, even through my shirt 
and her clothes. She must have stumbled too because she had 
overbalanced so much her breasts pushed into my back for a long 
while. I still had my hard-on covered by my newspaper so I walked 
forward and apologised over my shoulder even though it wasn't my 
fault.

Outside the station I stopped and looked back.

A tube-load of people walked towards me, in blue shirts, scuffed 
shoes, rumpled saris, with bags, kids, scowls and sweat on their 
faces. No sign of the person who'd leaned against me.

Back at my house the heat was more intense. I shut the door, and 
threw my shirt, trousers, shoes, socks everything into a pile. Then 
poured a long cool drink, opened all the doors and sat back to chill. 
After a few minutes a comforting alcoholic haze wrapped round me.

Then the door bell rang. I went to answer it. There was a woman 
with black hair standing on my doorstep. She was smiling through 
the little security peep-hole. I opened the door and said hello.

- I walked into you at the tube station. I think you dropped this

She held out a  10 note. It wasn't mine. She was trying to get into 
my house. She was beautiful.

- Oh right, I said, thanks. I don't think this is mine. But thanks.
- No, you really did drop it. Here.

I took the money. There was a pause. She had brown eyes, and a 
small mouth. She looked clean, like she'd just showered, and I 
couldn't help looking at her breasts. They were just like the ones I'd 
seen through my back in the tube station. She was trying to get 
into my house. Suddenly my tongue felt heavy and sticky in my 
mouth. A pulse of muscle moved from my stomach to the base of 
my cock.

- OK thanks for bringing it over. Er. Look, I'm just having a 
drink. Would you, you know...?

She stepped past me. Outside, where she'd just been standing, the 
sun roasted the cars and the trees, and the heat haze rippled off 
the pavement.

I got a beer from the fridge. I knew I was going to fuck her, and I 
couldn't look anywhere without imagining sex things. The top of the 
beer, the foam, her mouth sucking back the beer. I sat down 
opposite, trying to shake this distracting picture.

She was sitting on the floor, cross legged. She'd taken off her 
shoes, and in the cooler air inside the house we were both 
beginning to dry. I could hear, as she moved her legs, smooth skin 
sliding against fabric. We talked for about 20 minutes. About the 
neighbourhood, television, films, the usual. I kept thinking:

- this beautiful woman is in my house and the next time I go 
out of the front door I'll have fucked her.

She was looking at my crotch, much more openly than I was 
looking at hers. She just took long gazes, then looked at my eyes, 
still talking about films, and my mouth thickened up. I looked 
mainly at her eyes, and when she turned I looked at her breasts, 
and at her crotch.

She was wearing jeans, and I thought I could see, between her legs, 
where the central seam was beginning to define her cunt. But I 
couldn't look for too long. So we chatted about films, and the 
neighbourhood, and the heat.

I started to think we weren't going to fuck after all. She was just 
chatting. Then there was quite a long silence, and she said

- I saw you had a hard on. That's why I barged you at the 
ticket gate.

A conversations will jog along until one person moves it to another 
route. I had another pang in my stomach muscles. My cock began 
to get hard again. She looked at me in the eyes and stretched out 
her legs. She was still a stranger, but she was sitting in my front 
room with her legs apart, facing me, looking from my cock to my 
eyes and smiling.

- I barged you because I could see your hard-on on the train. I 
was horny when I got on the train. I get horny on hot days. I 
came here because I was horny.

I turned towards her, stretched out my legs and leaned back on the 
chair behind me. I was mirroring her open, brash position.

- Are you still horny?
- Yes I am
- But you don't know me. I don't know you.
- That's true. But I am feeling very randy, and I haven't 
decided whether to fuck you or not. But it's a hot day, and I 
do want to do things.

I was disappointed that she might not fuck me.

- What kind of things would you like to do?
- It's a hot day, and I want to be dirty with you.

She moved her legs very slightly further apart, so there was no 
mistaking her position. She wasn't sitting, she was showing.

I started openly looking at her, taking in her breasts, her gentle 
smile, her painted toes, and the seam of her jeans, marking the 
area between her legs. One of those wayward cool breezes waved 
over us both. I looked back to her eyes.

- Can I touch your breasts? When you barged me on the 
station I felt them against my back.

She answered by taking off her top, and her bra. Her breasts 
changed shape as she moved: more conical as she leaned forward 
to put her clothes down, rounder and flatter as she leaned back. My 
hand was cold from my drink, and I placed it very gently on her 
breast. I felt the nipple harden. I lifted my hand until it almost 
didn't touch her any more, then made wide slow circles. Her nipple 
became harder.

The other nipple was inverted. I leaned down and put my mouth 
over the top of her breast. I felt the little pocket with the tip of my 
tongue, and as I licked her, the nipple grew until I could softly suck 
it up.

Her skin tasted salty from sweat, and the colder air quickly dried 
her. I kept my hand flat and stroked her skin - all around her 
breasts in slow purposeful trails, over her sides towards her 
armpits, and up towards her neck. I pushed her hair away from her 
face and touched her mouth with three fingers. She licked them.

I was quite close to her. My mouth was thick. She was half naked, 
and I could see my saliva on her breasts and stomach. I could see 
the skin of her stomach go into her jeans, and I imagined putting 
my hand on her cunt. She looked into my eyes, and I looked back 
at her. There was a small silence. We could hear shouting from the 
street outside. I spoke quietly.

- I really want to do dirty things with you. But I want to fuck 
you in the end.
- Maybe. I'll decide. I feel like I want to show you my cunt. 
Then I want you to show me your cock.

We sat looking at each other silently.

She stood up, and pulled off her shoes and her jeans. Her skin was 
still shiny with sweat under the jeans at the tops of her legs. Her 
underwear wasn't wet. She left it on and sat back in the same 
position, legs apart, facing me. She looked at me. I looked back 
into her eyes. She smiled, and raised an eyebrow.

I got up, and pulled off my shorts. I was drier than her. The air in 
my trousers was hotter than the air in the room so I felt a cool 
breeze on my cock. My cock was hard, but I didn't take it out of my 
pants, and I sat down. She had asked to go first.

- OK. You can look at my cunt now. But don't touch me.

I looked between her legs. She pulled her underwear up very tight. 
It pressed into her cunt, and showed where her lips were. I glanced 
back at her eyes, and she just looked at me. Then she looked down, 
so I did too.

She pulled a little more, and gathered the fabric into a thinner 
strip. This short rope of material slid between the lips of her cunt. 
She had dark pubic hair, and her lips pushed round the fabric 
slightly, so they began to obscure it. She pulled again, and I could 
see the skin and hair of her cunt move slightly up, and down again. 
My cock was harder. I looked at her face. She was looking at her 
own cunt, at the material pushing into her.

She slid a finger under the material, and lifted it to one side. Then 
she put a single finger on her pubic hair, pointing towards the floor. 
She moved it very slowly down, between her lips and into her cunt. 
Twice she slipped her finger between her lips and back again.

Then she gently spread her cunt open to the right with her finger. I 
could see there was a little wetness beginning. Her movements 
were very deliberate, very matter of fact. She was just showing me 
her cunt, look here, now here, this is a good bit.

She brought the other finger over, and pulled her cunt open to the 
left too.

- I didn't like my cunt for a very long time, but now I do like it. 
I like the way the little lips here don't stick out at all.

I nodded. Her other finger pointed at the tiny inner lips.

- And I like to watch as it gets turned on. It's a turned on now, 
but not properly. When I get really turned on it really swells 
and my clit feels really big.

I nodded again, and looked at her face. But she was looking at her 
cunt, appraising it and opening it to see everywhere. She seemed 
fascinated by it, touching each part, running her fingers along each 
piece of skin. The she turned to me.

- You're really looking at my cunt, aren't you?

I nodded.

- Good. OK now let me see your cock.

I had on those pants with a fly-hole, and when I'm wanking I like to 
put my cock through the hole and have the material tighten up 
round my balls. So I reached down and pulled my cock through the 
hole. She watched as I did this. Then she looked at my cock.

- I didn't like my cock for a long time either. I was worried 
about it being too small. But it's an OK size.
- Pull back your foreskin

I did as she asked. This familiar wanking movement gave me 
another pulse. I closed my eyes, trying to think back the feelings. I 
could feel the cool air and daylight on the top of my cock. I took my 
hand away and the skin crept back very slightly to half cover the 
end of my cock. I looked at her face. She was really looking, very 
intently at my cock. She glanced at me

- I'm getting turned on. You can see my cunt is getting wetter. 
I might want to fuck you. Anyway, we are both going to come 
this afternoon. I think I want to come first.

- I thought you wanted to do dirty things?

I was pleased she felt more like fucking me. I imagined how it 
would feel pushing my cock into her cunt. I looked over to where 
her finger was making tiny circles around the opening my cock 
would go into. I smiled back at her, and pulled my foreskin right 
down.
 
- Well, OK, that depends on what dirty means.

We sat there. The sun had moved round, and it was in my eyes. I 
could see she still had one finger between her legs. I was moving 
my hand up and down my cock. The breezes had stopped for a 
moment and I could feel the heat building. I shifted position out of 
the sun

- I like to do anal sex. Not to come in you, but just to be inside 
you. That's what I mean by dirty. So what do you mean by 
dirty?

She wasn't shocked, and she didn't take her finger away.

- OK. I like that too. But I also like to piss. With a cock inside 
me. But that means I have to decide to fuck you.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and pressed her middle 
finger into herself.

- I'm imagining your cock in me.
- I'm imagining my cock in you
- Good. I want to hold your cock with my hand.

I moved round beside her, and she put her hand on my cock. She 
had cool hands, and she started to slowly wank me. I watched for a 
few strokes as her hands hid and revealed the top of my cock.

- You can touch my cunt if you like. You can put your fingers in 
me.

I reached down between her legs, almost to the floor and brought 
one finger in to her cunt. It was warm and wet. I stroked this finger 
all the way up to the top of her lips. My finger went into her slightly 
as it passed between her smaller lips. I went back a little and found 
her clit. I started to make little rings around it. She parted her legs 
a bit more.

She pressed between my balls and wanked the part of my cock that 
goes through my scrotum. Her thumb touched the hair on my balls. 
I started to want to come.

- I really want to come
- No, I want to go first, then you can put your cock in me. In 
my arse. But first, make me come.

She stopped wanking me and lay back. I ran my finger between her 
lips, first the tip then the knuckle pressing against her clit. She 
started to get very wet.

- Can you see how it's swelling up? I'm getting very turned on, 
and my cunt is getting wetter. Please put your fingers in me.

I changed to the middle finger and slid it into her. She sighed 
again. I kept the pressure on her clit with my palm. I circled my 
finger inside her. I could feel the rough, ribbed surface of the inside 
of her pubic bone. I could also smell her.

- Please can you kiss my breasts? I'm going to come and I 
want you to suck my nipples hard as I come.

I took a nipple in my mouth. It was hard and tight. I licked all round 
it, and suckled it. I moved my head back and made tiny flickering 
tongue movements over it. Then she came, so I sucked her nipples 
hard as she'd asked.

She crushed her legs together on my hand, and I pushed my 
fingers into her. She didn't make much noise. I watched her face as 
she came, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Then she 
opened them, saw me looking and grinned. For a moment we were 
intimate like lovers When she was coming with my hand in her 
cunt.

Then she lay back. I took my hand away. She looked at my hand. I 
looked down along her body. Her breasts, her stomach, her curly 
pubic hair slick with wetness from inside her.

- Do you want me to put my cock inside you?
- Yes
- Would you like me to put my cock in your cunt or your arse?
- Do you have anything to make us slippery?
- I think so.
- In that case, put your cock in my arse. But please don't 
come

I used some moisturiser to make us both slippery. Then I pushed 
her onto her front. I looked down at her back, her neck, her legs 
open in front of me. She put her head to one side. Her eyes were 
closed.

I leaned forward and rubbed my hands down the skin of her back. 
It was warm and dry. I brought my hands to her buttocks, and 
stroked my thumbs through between them. I did this three times, 
each time separating her buttocks a little more. She moved her 
legs more apart.

I reached between her legs, and ran my finger through her cunt. 
She sighed very slighty. I moved my hand back, and used her 
wetness on my finger to soften her arsehole. Then I put some 
moisturiser on my hand, and on my cock. It was very cold. I poured 
a little onto her arsehole from a few inches above. She tensed, then 
relaxed. I rubbed the cold liquid into her arsehole.

- I can feel a drip running through my pubes to my cunt.

I reached down with my whole hand and rubbed her wetness and 
the moisturiser into her cunt.

Then I leaned forward and put my cock against her arsehole. It felt 
tight. I stroked her back again, from her neck, past her 
shoulderblades, down her spine and across her buttocks.

She lay on her front, with her legs open in front of me, moisturiser 
and wetness from her cunt spread over her arsehole, and my cock 
resting against her. I pushed forward. I felt just the very tip of my 
cock slip inside her, a band of muscle around it.

- Tell me if I hurt you
- OK. Push into me now.

I pushed a little more, and her arsehole opened a little more. Each 
time I pushed, I stroked her back from her neck to nearly where my 
cock was going inside her.

Eventually I felt the ring of muscle around the base of my cock, and 
she opened her eyes.

- Your cock is in my arse. Right inside.

I could only feel the muscle around my cock. There was no 
sensation in the rest of my cock. I pulled my cock slowly out of her, 
and very slowly pushed it back inside. I leaned further forward and 
kissed the back of her neck. My chest was against her back, and I 
could feel her skin against me all the way from her buttocks to my 
face. I really wanted to come

- I want to come
- Don't come. I want to come again. I'm going to touch myself.

She reached down. I lifted up and balanced myself. She started to 
wank.

- I'm wanking. With your cock in my arsehole. Fuck me really 
gently. Move your cock in and out.

I started to push in and out of her. The band of muscle had 
loosened slightly. I moved my cock into her and out. I looked down 
to watch my cock going into her arsehole, and I moved my head to 
one side so I could see her fingers on her cunt.

- I'm going to come again, with you inside me. Push your cock 
really deep. Just push and don't stop.

I pushed my cock deeper into her. I could feel something touching 
the top of my cock, and the ring of muscle around the base. When 
she came, her arsehole tightened six times and she tried to bring 
her legs together. I stopped her legs, and she relaxed.

- I'm going to take my cock out of you now. Just push against 
me.

She tensed herself. I could feel her pushing my cock, and she softly 
expelled me. Her arsehole was very slippery, and as the head of my 
cock passed back through it I felt another pulse of arousal.

- I want to come now. It's my turn.
- OK. I want to see you come. Come on my chest.

She turned onto her back. I moved forward until my cock was over 
her midriff. I put my hand on my cock and started to wank. She 
looked at my cock. I looked at her staring at my cock, and thought 
about my cock in her arsehole.

- I really enjoyed fucking you just now. I really liked my cock in 
your arsehole
- I liked it too. Could you feel it when I came?
- Yes. Your arsehole clenched round my cock. I think my cock 
touched some shit up inside you as well.

I felt the tension build up in my belly, and finally I came. I made a 
low breathless noise, and saw my come squirt from the end of my 
cock onto her tits. The first squirt went further than the rest and 
landed on her face. It was a very strong come, and I was out of 
breath for a moment. I held my cock quite hard to press out the 
rest of the come.

I reached down and spread my come over her breasts. She licked 
out with her tongue and cleaned the small splash of come from her 
face. Because of the heat, the come became sticky quickly. I smiled 
at her, and drifted my fingers over her nipples. She smiled back.

- When was the last time you came?
- I wanked two days ago
- That was a lot of come
- Yes. Do you want something to drink?
- Water please. Ice.

I went to the fridge, and poured some iced water. I handed one 
glass to her, and went to the bathroom. I used a cloth to wash my 
cock. It wasn't hard, but as I washed it and thought about fucking 
her arsehole it became hard again. I walked back out.

She looked at me.

- Thanks for the water. I think I want to fuck you properly
- OK. I've just cleaned my cock
- Good.  Thank you. I want to have a break, and then fuck you. 
I have to go after that.
- OK. I need a few minutes anyway. My cock is hard, but I'm 
not sure I can come again for a little while.
- OK. I'll ask you to fuck me in a few minutes. Come and sit 
down.

I sat down behind her. She lay on the floor with her knees up and 
her legs about shoulder width apart. As we rested we I imagined 
her cunt slightly open.

- Can you feel the air on your cunt?
- Yes. It feels good. I like to feel air on my cunt. How's your 
cock?
- It's getting harder. I'm imagining your cunt. I'm imagining 
what it looks like.
 
We sat like that for a few minutes. The sun moved a little more, and 
a cool breeze stirred through the house.

Eventually she looked at me.

- OK, I want you to fuck me now. I want you to put your cock 
into my cunt. You can come inside me. I'll try and come too. 
I want to sit on top of you to start with.

I lay on my back, and wanked my cock a little. She straddled me. I 
could see her dark pubes as she opened her legs either side of me. 
She positioned herself and lowered herself onto my cock. I felt my 
cock push into her cunt. It went right in, very slowly. She was 
already wet.

- I've been imagining your cock in my cunt. I've also been 
concentrating on how my arsehole feels. I can still feel your 
cock in there.

We sat for a little while. She moved very slowly, back and forth. She 
was rubbing her clit against my pubes. I could feel the inside of her 
cunt for the whole length of my cock.

- Your cunt feels different to your arsehole. It's tighter, and 
wetter. I can feel the whole depth of it.
- I can feel your cock sliding into me. Can you open my cunt 
please? Use your hands

I reached down behind her, underneath between us, and felt for the 
heat. She lifted off of me and I spread her cunt. She settled back 
down on to me and I could feel much more wetness around my 
cock and balls. She started to move a little faster. We moved 
together for a few minutes, faster and slower, and we made private, 
soft noises to each other. Her movements became more rhythmic 
and she started to push my cock deeper into her.

- I think I can come again. Do you want to come now?

I had planned to fuck her with me on top and her legs open in front 
of me. But I really wanted to come inside her. I looked at her eyes.

- I'm ready to come. I want to come in you.
- OK. But I'm going to try and piss first. With you inside me.

She breathed in and out, and settled back on me. I felt her legs 
open and she tilted her pelvis forward. I could feel a different set of 
muscles on my cock. She concentrated. I imagined a warm stream 
of piss running down from her cunt over my balls, through my arse 
onto the floor. I waited for it, experiencing the inside of her with my 
cock. She shifted to her left, and concentrated again. It was very 
quiet, just the sound of the outdoors and our breathing. She 
opened her eyes.

- I can't do it. Not now. I don't need to go. But now I want to 
come even more. I'm going to come with you inside me.

I started to push up against her much harder. She leaned right 
down towards me and her hair went in my mouth. I kissed her. She 
leaned up and right back. I felt the tension building.

- I'm going to come
- So am I

With a pulse of muscle I felt my come squirting into her cunt. At the 
same time she made a long slow noise and clenched her legs 
together. I pushed up in time with the spasms in my cock. She 
reached down and put her hands on her cunt either side of my 
cock. Her head flopped forward and I felt the backs of her hands 
against my legs. She'd been holding her breath and she exhaled.

After a moment she lifted off of me. My cock was wet with come. 
She lay back. I looked down my body at her cunt, then I moved 
round towards her, and put my arm across her breasts.

- I enjoyed that
- So did I
- Do you have to go?
- Yes. But I want us to hold each other for a while

So we held each other. I thought about fucking her, replaying the 
sex in my head.

- I'm imagining us fucking
- So am I. I have to go now.

She got up, and put her clothes on. I saw her cunt disappear 
behind the crumpled material of her underwear. Her breasts 
vanished into a bra and her top. I dressed as well.

She smiled at me before she left.

- I'm glad I came round
- So am I. Will you come back?
- Maybe
- OK.

Then she took her smile away, walking down the road. I watched 
her go, and I thought about us fucking. I went back inside, and sat 
back amazed. My cock became hard again. My balls ached. I 
waited for a cool breeze and hoped to see her again.

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