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Subject: {ASSM} rp "Wrapped Attention 2" {Pendragon} (MF rom 1st) [2/3]
Date: Thu, 12 Dec 2002 07:10:04 -0500
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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, 1996, 1997, Uther Pendragon.  
    All rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right of 
    downloading and keeping ONE electronic copy for your 
    personal reading so long as this notice is included.  
    Reposting requires previous permission.

    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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                       WRAPPED  ATTENTION
                       by Uther Pendragon
                        anon584c@nyx.net


Part Two: Tuesday 

Alex was in the middle of a wonderful dream of holding Tabitha 
in his arms when the damned alarm ripped him out of it.  He 
swore, hit the snooze button on his second flail, and rolled over 
to try to recapture a little of the feeling.  He rolled into 
Tabitha's warm back.  

"Are you real?" he asked.  

"I think so.  What's wrong?"  

"The damned alarm clock.  It's hard to explain.  Let me kiss 
you like this.  My beard is too scratchy for the front of your 
head."  

"I'm not really awake yet."  

"That's fair.  Cuddle here and get some more sleep."  

"I'm going to cook you breakfast."  She was determined to 
emphasize her new status with the man she loved.  

"That's fine."  Scores of diners had people who were ready to 
cook him breakfast.  None of them were this cuddly.  

She felt his penis jutting between her legs.  It felt awfully 
hot to her.  "Do you want me to push back like yesterday."  

He hadn't thought about the morning.  It sounded like a great 
idea.  He added a little lubricant and moved to the right 
position.  "Now," he said.  She moved back a little.  Either she 
was a little looser in her sleepy state or he was a little 
smaller.  More of him fitted inside.  "Push back once more when 
the alarm buzzes again."  The comfort of her warm back and sweet 
smelling hair overcame the discomfort in his bladder.  He kissed 
her hair lightly until the clock buzzed again.  He could feel her 
pressure, but no progress.  After a minute, the buzzing got on 
his nerves.  His motion to shut it off separated them.  He patted 
her rump.  "I have to go, sweetheart.  Take care."  

When he came out -- shaved, showered, and in his underwear -- 
he found her in the kitchen, with a hot skillet and a carton of 
eggs.  "How do you like your eggs?" she asked.  

"Sunnyside.  Two.  Across from you."  He got what he asked 
for. On his way out, he arranged that any packages for him would 
be held in the room behind the desk until he asked for them.  

He dictated the Actuarial Department position on pricing 
associational groups the first thing that morning.  The draft 
would go to his boss and be signed by his boss's boss, the 
company actuary.  His secretary got his keys duplicated on an 
extension of her lunch hour.  His was spent shopping for more 
personal items.  He bought the warm robe and the sexiest peignoir 
he could find in white.  They would gift-wrap and deliver. 
Unsophisticated in so many charming ways, Tabitha was much more 
sophisticated than he was about art.  Dover print books, he 
thought, rather than something designed for a coffee table.  He 
found four that he guessed might to fit her tastes.  The book 
store sold wrapping paper as well.  He wrapped each one 
separately after he got back from his lunch hour.  That's what 
private offices are for, after all.  

Alex was not gone more than ten minutes before she ran water 
into his enormous tub.  The dorm showers couldn't compare with 
this luxury.  She washed between her legs and then touched the 
place he was stretching.  For all her words about a gift for him, 
she had planned the vacation.  Reality was going much slower than 
her plan.  She inserted a finger and pulled back.  Remembering 
his wisdom, she stopped just before it brought pain.  It seemed 
to stretch a little in the hot water.  Thoughts of his insertion 
excited her.  She soon had to abandon her stretching to move the 
finger to a higher point.  Her climax brought delight inside and 
a tidal wave in the water around her.  

She climbed from the cooling water to plan their first dinner 
at home.  When all preparation for cooking was done, she had an 
hour to spare.  She took a break to clean herself up and to 
stretch her entrance once more.  

He came home with that evening's restaurant chosen to find 
Tabitha ready to serve dinner.  The kiss more than made up for 
the change in plans.  

Over dinner, he asked about the Christmas decorations.  "Do 
you want multi-colored bulbs or only blue?  A tree of blue bulbs 
looks both spectral and special, but it doesn't look so 
traditional."  They decided on blue bulbs but multi-colored tree 
decorations.  

He ceremoniously gave Tabitha her own set of keys before they 
went out.  They bought any decorations that she thought they 
might need.  They found a lovely blue spruce in a lot which 
hadn't been picked over much because the prices were on the high 
side.  They got it up in the freight elevator and installed in 
its new holder.  He turned himself into her assistant, and she 
decided the location of every ball.  

Kissing in the room lit only by the blinking lights from the 
tree was fun.  But, then, they enjoyed kissing in most 
situations. Soon, however, kissing wasn't enough.  They hurried 
into the bedroom.  

He hung up his suit coat and tie after the dress, but she 
unbuttoned his shirt as he kissed her face.  He repeated the 
ritual of her bra, and continued kissing her breasts until she 
ducked into the bed.  Before he could fear that he had frightened 
her, she tossed her panties in the general direction of the 
chair.  He'd spent too long half-dressed, however.  "Brrr!" she 
complained as he hugged her.  

"I'll be warm soon," he said, moving back.  

"Better cold skin than no skin," she replied.  She pressed 
into his renewed hug.  The hug brought comfort to her but arousal 
to him.  "Do you want me to turn around?" she asked when his 
erection pressed into her thigh.  

"Not yet, beloved.  I haven't kissed this side yet."  He began 
on her forehead, slowly working himself down in the bed as his 
mouth sought hers.  While their tongues explored each other's 
mouths, their hands explored each others bodies.  "Please don't," 
he said when her hand wrapped around his erection.  "It is much 
too early yet."  Reluctantly he drew away from her soft lips, 
eagerly he sought her firm breasts.  

She rolled to her back as his lips pursued her.  Her back 
arched in response to the sweet suction, her legs spread to 
welcome his hand.  She tensed to his soft friction upon her lower 
lips, but also to the memory of a night and morning of pleasure.  
His suction on her nipples excited her, but so did the desire 
that she felt pouring out from him.  

Feeling her tension under his hand and mouth, he knew she was 
close to the brink.  He switched nipples to give her a little 
pause, and then called on all his skill to guide her over.  He 
licked the nipple as he slid his finger up her newly-widened 
tunnel.  He sucked hard just as he brushed over her clitoris. 
Encouraged by her gasp, he repeated the sequence twice more.  

She relaxed slightly as his mouth moved to her other breast, 
then she was penetrated by his finger.  The erotic promise was as 
exciting as the erotic reality.  Particular stimuli on nipple and 
clitoris merged into waves of general arousal.  The tension was 
becoming unendurable.  

Ruthlessly ignoring his own heightened desire, he stroked and 
kissed her until she was shuddering in his arms.  

Her tension doubled, arching her body and nearly blanking out 
her mind.  Then the tension broke into waves of joy.  

He was concentrating on her body so much that he almost joined 
her in her release.  Adorable when quietly sitting across from 
him, this girl was ten times as lovely when her spasms of 
pleasure brushed her across his torso and legs. He gasped as the 
moment struck her, but maintained his stimulating activity until 
she collapsed beside him.  Then he could contain his love no 
longer and he expressed it to her.  

As she came back to reality, lying gasping on the bed, she 
heard him crooning, "Oh darling, lovely Tabitha, sweet, sweet 
girl. You are so wonderful.  You are so sweet.  Darling, darling, 
I love you."  He did love her, she could tell from the arm 
arching over her, comforting her without restricting her 
breathing.  

He fell silent as her breathing eased.  They lay quiet, each 
unzipping the packet of love that the other had already sent.  He 
gently kissed her temple, just back of her eye.  She turned to 
give him a real kiss, then turned back and thrust her hips into 
his lap.  

"Again?" she asked.  

He once more lubricated his cockhead before adjusting himself 
so that it was against her entry.  "Slowly, please," he said. 
Slowly she moved back.  Slowly his tip entered her.  Very slowly 
it reached a new depth.  More than half of the helmet was 
enclosed as the tension increased.  Then she stopped.  "Oh 
darling," he said.  Then, "Did that hurt?"  

"No, but I'm afraid more would."  

"Then we won't do more.  I'm not certain that I can stand this 
much for very long."  

She worried that it was hurting him, then she understood what 
he meant.  She thought that changing the subject might help.  
"You didn't mind eating at home, did you?  I could tell that you 
were surprised."  

"Surprised and delighted."  It had been a good meal, when he 
had noticed over the distraction of having her sitting across 
from him.  "But I didn't bring you here to be my cook.  You must 
let me take you out more."  

"You didn't bring me here at all.  I invited myself."  She 
could feel some added pressure at that comment, as if he had 
stiffened more. "I'm not planning to be your cook.  I'm planning 
to be *our* cook, just as if we were a couple."  

"And I plan to take you out.  Just as if we were a couple.  Is 
that fair?"  

"It's certainly fair to invite me, so long as you do it far 
enough ahead so you don't interfere with dinner plans."  

"Would you give me he honor of accompanying me to dinner on 
Christmas Eve?  Or is that too short notice?"  

"The honor is mine."  Then his laughter triggered hers.  It 
was a long time before they could renew their tenuous connection.  

When they did, he felt that most of the glans was enclosed.  
They lay there for a while in their separate thoughts.  "Did you 
know that I love you?" he said.  

"I kind of got that impression.  Which is nice 'cause I love 
you too."  She yawned.  

"Enough for tonight?"  

"I think so.  I want to be held tighter.  Am I being 
demanding?"  

"You could never be too demanding for my hugs."  

Nestled against him, she felt his breath roughen into sleep as 
his arm loosened.  She enjoyed this embrace for a long time 
before she fell asleep herself.  


The End 
Wrapped Attention 
anon584c@nyx.net
Uther Pendragon 
1996/12/22 
1997/12/18 
1998/11/12
2000/12/20
2001/12/24
2002/12/12
                              - = - 

This story carries the codes: (MF rom 1st) 
The code, "rom," means that some, at least, of the sex in the story 
          stems from the love that the characters feel for each other.

For other codes, and how they can help you find the stories you 
want, see:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/code/scfr.htm
The Story-Code FAQ for readers.


For another story in which the man rejoices in his partner's
response:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/story/longest.htm
"The Longest Minute" 

This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/mf.htm
Mf: Older Men and Younger Women 

The directory to all my stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Uther_Pendragon/www/index.htm

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