index


Message-ID: <41413asstr$1048338605@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Reply-To: "Strigoi" <strigoi13@hotmail.com>
From: "Strigoi" <strigoi13@hotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 03:09:31 EST
Subject: {ASSM} Working Late (MF, cons)
Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 08:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

The following is an original piece of fiction written by the author. All
characters and events are purely fictional and any resemblace to actual
persons, places and/or events is strictly coincidental.

You can see more of my stories at:
http://strigoi3.tripod.com/index.htm

 Comments, criticisms and critiques are welcome and invited. E-mail me at:
strigoi13@hotmail.com


Working Late

We decided to take a break and slumped into our respective chairs. Cyndi's
head fell back and she rolled it side to side, trying to shake the fatigue
that we both felt. It had been a long day and the night still stretched
before us. There was quite a bit of work left to do and neither of us
relished the thought of getting back at it.

"My feet are killing me", Cyndi said as she slipped off her shoes. "I need a
massage."
 It seemed innocent enough. So far.

"Put your feet up here in my lap", I replied. "I'll try to help."
That was all the invitation she needed and she popped her feet onto my legs.

"That sounds wonderful!" she cooed.

Cyndi was wearing pantyhose, darker than her usual style, suntan I suppose.
The toes were sheer and her legs looked great under her mid-length skirt. I
was instantly aroused. I love hosiery. It's a fetish, I know. I'm not the
type to suck anyone's toes or anything, but the shape and feel of a woman's
feet covered in nylon has always been a turn-on for me. I began to work the
muscles of her feet, kneading the arch and stretching her toes back and
forth. I could smell the faintest trace of her perfume as she melted in the
chair.

"That's just what the doctor ordered", she said. "God, I needed a break."

I continued to rub her feet and slowly worked my way to her calves. The
muscles were tight, but they relaxed easily enough. Cyndi was making low
moaning sounds as she slipped down further in her chair. I was still working
on her calves when I noticed her slipping her skirt up a bit. Her eyes were
closed and I hoped they'd stay that way so she wouldn't see me staring at he
r barely exposed thighs. This was a great perk for working a few extra
hours.

I concentrated on her calves as she smiled and loosened up. Her eyes stayed
closed and she inched her skirt up a little more. It was lying on the middle
of her thighs now and I was loving it. My hands moved up slowly, massaging
the bend of her knee and beginning to brush the backs of her thighs. Was it
wishful thinking, or were her legs spread just a skosh more than when we'd
started?

"You have great hands, Jeff"

"You have great legs Cyndi", I replied.

Her smile widened as she thanked me. Something was definitely happening
here. I wondered how far it might go.

 I let my hands move up, just above the bend of her knee and I stroked her
thighs lightly. The skirt was once again hitched up an inch or so. I decided
to take a little chance.

 I lifted her right leg slowly and placed a small kiss on the arch of her
foot. The movement of her leg pushed her skirt up a little more. I waited
for her response with no small amount of trepidation.

 She kept her eyes closed and her smile widened a bit more. Her thighs
spread noticeably now, and her skirt all but fell away. I could see the
crotch of her pantyhose now and I drew a sharp breath when I saw that she
didn't have any panties on beneath her hose. Her hair was pressed tight
beneath the pantyhose and I could make out the slightest outline of her
pussy. All bets were off, now.

 I slipped her ankle onto my shoulder and began to plant more soft kisses on
her foot and then her ankle, moving my lips up carefully along her calf
until I was nuzzling the bend of her knee. Her hips shifted and she slid
even further down in the chair, pulling her skirt up around her waist as she
did so.

 I slid out of my chair now, her right leg still resting on my shoulder as I
took a place on my knees between her legs. Her hands went to her blouse and
she quietly undid the top three buttons exposing her lace bra.

 In the meantime, my mouth had found her inner thigh, kissing the nylon
covered leg again and again. I was encouraged when she lifted her left leg
and placed it on my other shoulder too. Now I sat on my knees, her thighs to
either side of my face and I inched my way closer to her pussy. I could see
the shape of her distinctly now, the lips pressed tight against her
re-enforced crotch. I kissed her thighs, one then the other, moving closer
to her sweetness. I was less than inches away and I could almost taste her.
It was all I could stand.

 At last, I let my face fall into her crotch, kissing and nuzzling her pussy
through the crotch of her pantyhose. She sighed and moved her hips in
response, pushing her pussy against my mouth. She was wet, even through the
pantyhose and I began to press harder against the nylon as I tasted her
juices. I was working her steadily now, nibbling with my lips and pushing my
tongue against the material.

 By now, her blouse was completely open and she opened the front hook of her
bra. She had big, round breasts with pink nipples that stood erect. Her eyes
stayed closed as she fondled herself and I thought I would come right then
and there when I saw her bend her head down and take her own nipple into her
mouth.

 I slid her legs to the floor as I stood and unbuttoned my pants. Cyndi sat
up in her chair and helped me slide them down. She slipped my shorts down
immediately and my erection popped into view. Cyndi's mouth was open and
engulfing my hardness before I could react. She worked the shaft up and
down, reaching beneath and taking my balls in her hands as she did so. I
couldn't last long at this rate.

 I wallowed in the pleasure of her mouth a few moments more before I took
her hands and pulled her down onto the floor. She lay on her back, legs
spread as I drifted back between her thighs. I surprised us both when I tore
the crotch of her pantyhose open with my fingers. Her pussy was exposed now,
framed by the torn nylon. I dove in with abandon and began to lick and kiss
her eagerly. She gasped as my tongue dipped inside her wet lips, lightly
then deeper. I suckled her swollen clit and slid a single finger inside her.
She responded immediately, her hips writhing with my motions. She was
moaning louder now and I knew that we were both close.

 Cyndi took control and rolled me onto my back. I didn't know what to expect
as she turned round, her feet towards my head. It was a pleasant surprise
when her thighs straddled my face and her mouth found my hard cock again. We
were wound up now, working at a feverish 69. Her pussy was pressed hard
against my mouth and I drove my tongue deep in side her as she sucked my
dick with enthusiasm. We were both writhing with ecstasy now, on the edge of
orgasm. I brought a hand up between her legs and slid a finger inside her.
Wet with her juices, I brought my finger out and slowly slipped the tip
inside her ass. She began to buck wildly now, obviously coming, and she took
my cock in her hand, pumping furiously as her climax took hold. That was it
for me, and I came in a huge shooting gush, my semen splashing her breasts
and her throat. We shuddered together as the orgasms pulsed through us. I
removed my finger and kissed her inner thigh as she rolled off of me. She
sighed deeply and laughed, a low throaty laugh that told me she was
satisfied.

 I turned round and propped myself on one elbow, hovering above her and
smiling. We looked into one another's eyes and kissed for the first time. I
took her breast in my hand and kissed her nipple gently before slipping down
beside her.

 "Well", she said, "that was certainly...unexpected. Very nice, but
unexpected."

 I laughed and agreed as I spoke.

 "Yes, it was. News flash, but I think we're finished working for the
 night."

 "Finished?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. "I'm just getting
 started."

We kissed again, deeper this time, and she draped a nylon clad leg across
me.

  "Just think", I said. "All this and overtime too!"

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+