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Subject: {ASSM} Behind the Bamboo Curtain (FLASH) (voy)
Date: Thu, 9 Oct 2003 06:10:05 -0400
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I wrote it
I posted it
I lost it - God damn fucking right I lost it! Lost it to a bunch of freaking incredible writers.
Fuck it - I'm gonna post it again.
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This story was an entry in Desdmona's 2003 Erotic
Postcard Fiction Contest. View the winning stories at
<a
href="http://www.desdmona.com/contest.asp">http://www.desdmona.co
m/contest.asp</a>
Behind The Bamboo Curtain
by juanwildone
"Mike, Mike check out what's behind door number one."
I was helping my neighbor Rick install a skylight. I turned and
followed the direction of his gaze over the peak of the garage
roof. Less than twenty feet away, framed by the French doors of
the guest bedroom was a pair of legs beautiful legs.
Rick's sister-in-law Gwen was visiting and I certainly had no
objections to seeing her in all her glory. The only problem was
a matchstick sunshade hanging down in front of the French doors
blocking the view from her mid-thigh up. Stupid curtain.
A tiny t-shirt fluttered to the floor damn curtain!
"Ahhhhhh. C'mon Gwen." Rick groaned as shorts shimmied down to
the floor and were kicked aside. Damn fucking curtain!
A small lacey bra was seen suspended in mid air for a moment
then surrendered to the laws of gravity.
Goddamnmotherfuckingcurtain!
The body turned to the side and bent at the waist. Two glorious
breasts hung down. Hands moved down the legs and a tiny ribbon of
red material could be seen entangled at her knees. It was stepped
out of one leg at a time.
"Sit on the bed and show me that little smoothie of yours Gwen.
Sit and show it, sit and...Ohhhh damn she let her hair grow back
in, damn!"
Movement caught my eye and I saw a young blonde heading towards
the pool with a towel over her shoulder.
"Isn't that Gwen there?" I pointed across the backyard as I
turned back to the naked woman on the bed. She was doing
something with her toes and her pussy lips were open and fully
exposed.
"Yeah, it is? Hey, hey quit checking out my wife you pervert!"
I just ignored him.
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