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From: mmtwassel@aol.com (mat twassel)
Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: Impetuous (sexy tie story) rp
Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 02:10:06 -0400
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Impetuous
by Mat Twassel
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Tom's Spider crept up on the hearse.  Now that they were out 
in the country, the long line of automobiles was stretching 
out.

"I'm sorry I didn't know your mother better,"  Lisa said.  
She brushed the fine blond hair away from her face, but the 
May breeze blew it right back over her eyes.

Tom smiled at her.  "I'm sure she would have wanted to know 
you better, too."

"Not likely, from what you said before," Lisa quipped. "What 
was it you said she thought I was? Imprecative?"

"No, I'm sure not."

"Impre....  Im-something.  Imprecarious?"

"Impetuous," Tom said.

"That's it.  Impetuous.  But I'm not," Lisa said firmly.  
"I'm not wild at all.  Inside I'm quite sedate, really.  In 
my deep-downest heart.  Do English hearses always go so 
fast?"

"I don't know," Tom said.  "This is my first one.   And 
maybe what my mother meant was that I was impetuous.  Taking 
up with you."

"With me?"

"When she said, 'that impetuous American girl,' she..."

"What exactly did you tell her about me?"

"That I was dazzled.  That you were dazzling.  That I was 
..."

"Dazzled?"

"Yes.  Beguiled by your sweet but naughty smile. Bewitched 
by your bright blue eyes.  Bedazzled by your long honey 
blond hair and your even longer honey blond legs."

"You said all that?  To your mother?"

"She wanted to know everything about you. I wanted to 
tell her everything about you."

"Tell me, Tom, did you say anything about the hair between 
my legs?  That it was long or honey blond or anything like 
that?"

"No, I... you know I've never seen it, I..."

"Just joking," Lisa said.  "I love it when you get 
flustered.  Flustered and flummoxed."

"I'm not flustered."

"Not even a little? Not even a teensy weensy bit flustered?"

"No."

"Just flummoxed?"

"No!"

"Okay, have it your way.  The red in your face is from the 
wind.  The awful English wind.  I do wish it would let up a 
little. My honey blond hair will be a total mess if it isn't 
already."

"The hair on your head or the hair between your legs?"

"Oh, you think you're so clever."  Lisa ruffled Tom's dark 
curly locks.  "How do you know I even have any hair between 
my legs?  Or whether it's honey blond.  If I do have hair 
there."

They took a curve.  

"Are you considering?" Lisa asked.

"Yes, considering," Tom said.

"Considering my hair down there?"

Tom smiled.

"If I shaved my head it would solve the problem of all this 
blowing.  How come your tie doesn't flare up?"

"I don't know," Tom said.  "Perhaps it's a heavy tie.  Pure 
silk, I believe."

"A nice tie," Lisa stated.  "I don't think I've ever seen 
you wear a tie before."

"It's my only tie," Tom said.  "My mum gave it to me, 
actually."

"She did!" Lisa exclaimed softly.  "She gave you a tie for 
her own funeral?"

"No, no.  This was years ago.  For my first job interview."

"Well, it's not by any means an impetuous tie."

"I got the job, even though the job didn't require the 
wearing of ties."

"Such a deep deep blue.  Sort of sexy.  Nothing but blue.  I 
like things simple sometimes."

"You do?"

"Yes, but that still doesn't explain why your tie doesn't 
flutter up.  You don't have it pinned or anything?  You're 
not cheating?"

"What, you think I have it weighted down?"

"Don't look so smug."  Lisa smoothed her fingertips along 
the front of the tie.  "It is nice," she said.  "Nice and 
smooth and silky.  Your mother had good taste."

A gap opened up between Tom's Spider and the hearse.  Tom 
put his foot down and shifted.  The gap closed.  Lisa played 
with the tie.

"You think she didn't like me just because I'm a Yank?"

"A Yank?"

"That's what you call us, isn't it.  Yanks?"  Lisa 
punctuated her words by giving Tom's tie a playful tug.  And 
then two more.

"Don't choke me for my mother's miscreance."

"Her what?"

"Her wrong-headedness.  About you.  You're adorable.  Even 
if you were bald you'd be adorable."

"Bald in both places?"

Tom grinned.

"Well, I'm glad you're not bald," Lisa told Tom.  She 
ruffled his scalp again.  "I can't help it, I like a man 
with hair.  Lots of hair."

"But what if I went bald?"

"Oh, you wouldn't."

"How do you know?"

"Men with curly black hair such as yours don't go bald.  Not 
for years and years, anyway."  She took a hank of Tom's hair 
and pulled.

"Ow," he said.

"See?  It's in there firm.  Deeply in.  It won't come out 
forever."

"I'm trying to drive," Tom said. "You want me to crash into 
the hearse?"

Lisa giggled.  Tom chuckled lightly.

"I was being gentle," Lisa said.  "I was just testing."

"First it was the necktie, and then my hair.  I almost think 
you're trying to do us in."

"There is one thing," Lisa said.

"One thing?"

"I've never seen your other hair."

"My other hair?"

"Yes, your other hair.  You know... your hair down there."

"Well, then we're even."

"But you don't care if I'm bald.  And I do care if you're 
bald.  It's something I need to know."

"I can assure you I'm not bald.  There."

"Assurances are one thing," Lisa said.  Her fingers slipped 
along the tie.  "But proof is sometimes something else."

"Stop," Tom said.  "Stop.  You think you're going to... 
going to prove this, holus-bolus, right here and now?"

"Yes," Lisa said.  "Holus-bolus.  What a nice word.  What 
does it mean, exactly?  Holus," she said, teasing her 
fingertips along a soft stretch of trouser crease. Delving 
the outline.  "Bolus!"  She smoothed her fingers against the 
nascent bulge.  "Holus.  Bolus.  It's like magic."

"Stop," Tom said.  "This is hardly the time or place."

"Don't worry," Lisa assured him.  "No one will see.  No one 
but me.  It's okay if I see, isn't it?  You don't mind?"

"I do."

But Lisa had already worked a thumb and fingertip under the 
flap.  Toyed the single button open. Nudged the brassy 
zipper. "Look," she said.  "It's almost opening up all on 
its own.  Holus-bolus.  Like magic.  Naughty magic.  I'll 
just help it along a little.  Along a little.  Along a 
little more.  Oh!  You're big!  Big and honey blond!"

"Please," Tom said.  "What if ..."

"Hush," Lisa said.  "This isn't easy for me, either.  You're 
on the wrong side.  Just drive."

Tom drove.  Both hands on the wheel.  Lisa had him quite out 
in the air now.  "Isn't this fun?" she said. "Whee!"

"I'm awfully upset at you," Tom said.

"Don't worry," Lisa said.  "I'm just going to suck you a 
little bit.  Just enough to get the flavor."  And with that 
she dipped her head onto Tom's lap.  

She popped up a moment later.  "Mm," she said.  "You're so 
sweet, so sweet and big.  Did you know that?"

"No," Tom said.

"No?  It's not something your dear mom ever told you?"

Tom laughed.  

"I'm glad you're through being grumpy," Lisa told him.

"Could you zip me up now?" Tom asked.  "This is hardly 
decorous behavior."

"Oh no, honey," Lisa said.  "I still haven't seen about the 
hair."  Back down she dipped.  "It's awfully snug," she 
called up.  "Do you think it's true as a rule that men with 
little cars have big cocks?"  

Tom was silent, his eyes on the road, on the polished black 
of the hearse.

"I love the smoothness of the head," Lisa said, after a 
minute of kisses, sucks, and cat-like licks.  "So soft and 
silky.  Do you like my tongue?  Does it feel silky, like the 
tie?  Compare. This..."  Lisa mouthed the underside of Tom's 
penis, brushing her lips and then her tongue repeatedly 
upward against the flare and flange, the rim, the cornice of 
Tom's cock until the small slit emitted its first dewy 
droplet.  "Or this..." And Lisa scraped the necktie's tip 
against the pinch of ruffled skin which surrounded the 
fattest part of Tom's penis.  "Which is better?" Lisa asked, 
"Me or your mom's necktie?"  

Tom mumbled something.

"That's what I thought," Lisa said, and she took the penis 
as far in to her mouth as she could and begin sucking 
vigorously, shuffling her tongue cleverly from side to side, 
whilst her fingers milked what remained of the stalk using 
firm, rapid, regular strokes.  It didn't take Tom long to 
come.  His hips bucked, and he spurted a split second later.  
Lisa swallowed as she sucked, and kept up her milking 
motions, and the penis lurched again and again.  In the end, 
some of the white stuff escaped.  It couldn't be helped.

"I'm sorry," Lisa said.  "You had so much!  So lovely much!"

As the caravan eased into the cemetery, Lisa sat up.  "Is my 
hair too much a mess?" she said, trying to straighten it out 
in the tiny mirror.  Tom didn't answer.  He was busy tucking 
himself in.  A moment later they got out.

Walking back from the graveside much of an hour later, Tom 
and Lisa were joined by Tom's sister and his sister's 
husband.  "It was nice of you to come," they said to Lisa.  "We 
hope to be seeing more of you."

"I hope so, too," Lisa said. 

Tom's sister's husband shook her hand, and then Tom's sister 
hugged her and kissed her.  "I like your perfume," the 
sister told Lisa.

"Oh," Lisa said. "Oh, yes.  I think it's called 
'Impetuous.'"

"And that's an interesting tie," Tom's sister said to Tom.  
"The design... it looks sort of like a galaxy.  Is it the 
Milky Way, by any chance?"

"I don't know," Tom said.  "Maybe it's the Milky Way.  Or 
maybe it's just toothpaste."

"Well anyway," his sister said, "as ties go, I think it's 
really really sexy."

They had another round of good-byes, and then Tom helped 
Lisa into the Spider and they drove off.  Night was 
beginning to fall, and on the way back to town Tom and Lisa 
added a few million more stars to the Milky Way.

==============
Impetuous
by Mat Twassel


This was not an official entry in the Sexy Tie Story Contest
which I sponsored.  That would not have been proper, even 
though Tom, Dick, and Harry's judging was beyond reproach.

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Thanks!

--Mat Twassel




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