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trap for e-mail address. A big THANK YOU once again to
Denny for reading the story and pointing out the
obvious typos etc. Any mistakes remaining are the
fault of the moderator. They must have changed it
after I sent it off...  If you like this story, see my
other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anoninsac/www.

WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. If you live in a backward society, like
the United States or Afghanistan, in which it is
illegal for you to know about sex or read sexual
materials immediately delete this from your computer
and scourge yourself with a whip for having any sexual
thoughts. If you are under the age of 18 please
continue to pretend you don't know about sex and
continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Even
though a recent CDC study found that the average age
of first intercourse in their study group was 13 we
will continue to pretend for the next 5 years so that
your ignorance can kill you. Please do not masturbate
while reading this story in public places as this can
excite the authorities into rash conduct and result in
grave consequences for you.


                                                      
                      TRYST

The nervous tension manifested itself in walking. Mike
was trying to watch the TV but he had to get up every
few minutes and walk over to the window and look out.
Then he'd be back trying to watch the TV, the images
flickering across the screen unseen. He was waiting.

                       *****

He had met her several days before for a working
lunch. She wanted some advice on a business problem
and had called him. It sounded fairly simple so Mike
suggested meeting for lunch. If it turned out to be
complex he could set up a longer meeting the following
week.

He arrived on time. In the waiting area he saw an
attractive woman sitting. She stood as he entered and
extended her hand, "Cammie."

"Mike. I'm pleased to meet you." Wow, he thought. She
is beautiful. She was wearing a long clinging skirt
and a sweater which highlighted her slender build. She
was petite but the skirt and sweater served to create
a feeling of soaring lines and made her appear taller.
"Let's have lunch," he suggested motioning toward the
hostess station.

"Sounds good," she said smiling at him.

He followed her into the restaurant not even noticing
the hostess. She had magnetized his eyes. Her walk was
elegant rather than sexy, understated but definitely
feminine. Combined with the understated and tasteful
dress it heightened her allure. He could see the sexy
woman just under the surface. It had the same effect
as a slightly revealed d colletage. It made him want
to leap forward and tear off the coverings and reveal
the real woman underneath.

They were seated at an intimate booth. Small talk
followed. It gave him a chance to really look at her.
She looked to be about twenty-five. Medium length
black hair worn straight. A round face with faintly
almond eyes marked her with Asian genes. But the skin
marked her with European genes as well. That made
sense he thought. He had a niece and nephew who were
half Asian and European. For some reason the blend of
European and Asian genes seemed to bring out the best
in both sides. He had come to love that combination.
It was almost a passion. And before him was an
apotheosis. An ideal beauty with all the parts in
harmony. He had fallen.

The rest of the lunch was pleasant. He made some
suggestions and offered a few solutions which would
work for her.  About half way through lunch she
mentioned her daughter.

"You have a daughter?' he asked.

She laughed. "I have three kids. My daughter is
twelve."

He sat back thinking that wasn't possible. She would
have to have been thirteen when she got pregnant. "I
don't believe you."

She smiled and said lightheartedly, "If you want I
could take off my clothes and prove it."

Mike paused, his mind leaping at the suggestion before
rationality reasserted itself. It was a jest he
reminded himself. "I'm still not sure I believe you.
You don't look like you could have a twelve-year-old
daughter."

"Good genes," she answered.

The lunch returned to business. As they were wrapping
up he offered some more help if needed hoping it would
give him another chance to see her. She politely
declined. It made sense. It really should be simple.
Too bad, Mike thought.

Mike walked her out of the restaurant and to her car.
He wished there was some way to say what he was
feeling but it didn't come to him. A handshake and she
was gone.

                      *****

She was in his dreams that night. He awoke, the dream
lingering into his waking consciousness. Cammie, he
said to himself, I wish I could take you up on that
offer.

Images of her flashed in his mind at the oddest times;
driving to the store, reading the newspaper, working
on the computer. She had permeated his thoughts. One
time he saw her face smiling at him. The next time he
was again following her watching her body move under
her clothes. The next time he recalled the one touch
of her shoulder and the electricity of that single
touch.

For two days he was distracted by images of her. He
knew he had to do something. He picked up the phone
and called. "Hi Cammie. This is Mike."

Pause. "Oh Hi. I wasn't expecting you to call," she
answered.

"I know. The reason I called is, well, I've been
thinking about you. Probably more than I should admit
to."

He heard a faint laugh. "Mike, that is a very original
pick up line."

"No, no," he said. "It's not a pick up line." He
paused. "I mean, I didn't mean it as a pick up line."
Then he laughed. "Tell you what. If it works it's a
pick up line. How about that?"

He heard her laugh on the other end. "I think that's
fair. I probably shouldn't admit this either but I've
been thinking about you as well."

"Could we meet?" he asked.

She paused. "Yes. But it would have to be someplace
private. Just the two of us."

He felt butterflies in his stomach. Was she suggesting
what he thought she was? "I could get a room?"

"That would be perfect," she answered. "How about
tomorrow afternoon? My calendar is open."

"That sounds wonderful. I'll call you tomorrow." 

"I'll be looking forward to it. I did promise to prove
it to you, didn't I?" she said lightly.

He laughed. "Yes you did. Tomorrow."

                    *****

Now he was waiting for her. A knock. He scrambled to
turn off the TV and answer the door. He opened the
door and stepped back. She looked around and then
entered.

"I'm so glad you came," he said. "I admit I was
worried that you wouldn't."

She smiled up at him standing quite close. Her dark
eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh no. I promised to
prove it to you and I'm going to." She moved closer
until her head was just inches from his. "What is the
best way for me to prove that I've had kids?" She laid
her hand on his chest. "I suppose we could pretend we
are trying and I could prove I know how."

He was almost overwhelmed by her presence, the faint
smell of her perfume, the look in her eyes which
seemed full of invitation, her hand gently touching
him. He leaned forward until their lips touched. His
lips sought hers. The kiss stretched out getting more
passionate until there were devouring each other with
their lips. He pulled her body to his. She wrapped him
in her arms. She felt so good pressed against him. She
felt so small and fragile in his arms. He imagined he
could lift her with one hand.

Her hands dropped to his belt and began working to
loosen it. He broke the kiss and started to throw off
his tie and shirt as she worked at his belt. Quickly
his clothes were piled on a handy chair and he stood
before her with his erection pointing at her,
indicting her as the source of it's strength. She
smiled.

"Your turn," he said. She started to unbutton her top
as he knelt before her. She was wearing boots that he
unzipped. She stepped out of them while throwing her
top on the growing pile of clothes. Next her skirt and
panties followed. He was level with the lush triangle
of her womanhood. Mike leaned forward and kissed her
at the apex. She parted her legs as he ran his tongue
lower and found the part in her labia. When his tongue
grazed her clitoris she moaned and put her hands on
his shoulders "Let's get in bed."

They crawled onto the large bed. Mike began kissing
and nipping at her neck before moving over her
shoulders and then down to her breasts. He licked
around her breasts before lapping at her nipple. It
hardened under his tongue. Mike took it between his
lips and sucked while flicking it with his tongue. He
moved over and did the same to the other nipple.
Cammie was breathing through her mouth and gently
purring. Mike lavished his love on her breasts,
twirling, playing and stroking with one nipple while
he kissed and licked the other.

Mike started kissing across her belly. He moved
between her legs and parted them as he kissed down
around her pubic triangle. He could smell her arousal.
Mike lifted her thighs and moved until his face was
lined up with her pussy. His tongue slid up along her
labia before parting them and sliding into her. Cammie
moaned and wrapped her legs around his head. He
attacked her pussy with his lips and tongue. She
bucked against his face grinding her pussy into his
face. He sucked her clitoris while massaging it with
his lips fucking her with his mouth. 

Pushing his head away Cammie moaned, "I want you.
Please."

Mike smiled and moved up toward her. She rolled over
to the side of the bed and reached down for her purse.
He wondered what she was doing until he saw her roll
back with a small silver packet. She tore it open and
slid the condom over his erect cock. Lying back she
said, "Fuck me."

He moved between her legs and lined up with her pussy.
He kissed her as he slid his cock along her pussy
wetting it with her arousal. He found her opening and
slid into her. She moaned into his mouth as their
tongues danced. He slid deeply into her until his body
met hers completely. Mike began a small circular
motion and then extended it to an in and out movement.
Cammie wrapped her arms around his neck as he fucked
her deeply. Mike started the rhythm of ten deep and
ten shallow strokes. The shallow strokes teasing her
and the deep building up the tension inside her.
Cammie reached down and grabbed his ass and began
pulling him deeper and faster. Earlier Mike had
thought her fragile because of her petiteness. Now he
realized that she was a full-blooded woman. She moved
under him with surprising strength. He was no longer
worried that she would break like a China doll. Mike
followed her lead and their bodies mashed together. A
blush crept across her chest and she began a low moan
that built in intensity. Mike felt his own climax
building as his balls tingled in anticipation. Her
fingers dig into his ass cheeks as his cock bathed in
the heat of her climax. He felt his cock lurch and he
pounded into her as spasm after spasm wracked his
body. 

Mike slowed and then stopped. Cammie was still moving
under him her eyes closed and satiation written on her
face. When she stopped he pulled her over to her side
and lay next to her still buried deep in her body. She
opened her eyes and ran her tongue over her lips.
"Hmmm. Thank you."

"My pleasure I assure you,' Mike answered.

They lay together quietly, touching each other gently
and occasionally kissing. Mike floated in contented
haze the feeling of her hand and her legs draped over
his keeping him aware of her. Eventually he slipped
from her.

"Oh. I lost you."

"You can have me again if you'd like. But you'll need
to give me time to recover. You have drained me," Mike
said. She smiled and pulled him to her for a gentle
kiss. 

Finally Cammie rolled away. She raised up on her arms.
"Thank you Mike. That was wonderful." She bent down
and kissed him. She hopped up from the bed and went to
the bath. She returned a few minutes later, her hair
combed and make up adjusted. Mike watched as she
pulled on her clothes. 

When she was dressed she came over to the bed. "I have
to go."

"Will I see you again?" he asked.

"I think I should leave you uncertain. A woman needs
to have her fair advantage," she said smiling.

Mike sat up on the edge of the bed. Cammie leaned down
and kissed him once and then walked to the door.
"Maybe you should call me next week. If you want to."
She went out.

Mike looked at the door for awhile and then fell back
on the bed. My God, he thought. I just made love with
my ideal woman. And it was incredible too. His mind
was already thinking about next week. He'd bring
champagne and truffles. Something from Victoria's
Secret perhaps. He could guess her size especially now
that he had held her in his arms and seen her in her
glory. He lay on the bed creating so many possible
futures that all flowed from a single meeting in a
single bed. Which one would be the true future, he
wondered? Only time would tell.


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