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Subject: {ASSM} Traffic Stop 2
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Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2015 11:10:04 -0500
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Chapter 2 (Traffic Stop)
 
    The  glare of the laptop screen, a blur as my eyes look at the words, 
trying to focus  them in my mind.  Rereading and rereading the email.  My 
hormones  interfering with my thought process.  Adjusting as I sit legs akimbo  
on the bed.  One hand lightly on the keyboard, the other resting on my  
betraying flesh.  Feeling the warm and swollen and sticky flesh.  My  nerves a 
network of sensors, keying me up physically and emotionally.
    Emptying  my glass of single malt scotch, sucking an ice cube into my 
mouth, I move my  hand on the keyboard.  Typing slowly, almost laboriously, 
feeling a  tightness in my throat.  "Tabitha,  may I call you that?  I will  
be there at 7:00 PM if that is okay with you.  I have business meetings  
till 4 or 5.  Thank you again for your kindness on the road  
ma'am.................alana."     Dragging my finger across  the pad, till the cursor covers 
the REPLY icon.  Then clicking.   Watching as the note, your mail has been 
sent appears.  I can feel my  breathe ragged in my chest, my body clammy with 
sweat.  "Damn, girl,"  thinking to myself as I shake my head. 
     Swallowing  the ice cube in my mouth, I sip the melted liquid from the 
glass and taking the  other cube, feel the coolness in my fingers.  The 
slippery surface as the  water melts.  Moving it to my neck and under my chin, 
feeling the soothing  coolness, chilling my body.  Then moving it to the top 
of my cleavage,  shivering at the touch.  Looking down, watching the trail 
of wetness on my  skin, circling my right breast, then holding it to the 
hard nipple, moaning at  the touch.  Bending a little in response to the 
sensation.  Hearing  again the moan, escaping my lips, as the ice cube moves to 
the left breast,  teasing the nipple, cooling the breast, catching my breathe 
at the  contact.  Holding it in as I let the cube slide down my stomach, 
feeling  the flesh crawling under the skin.  "Ohhhh."  The sound of my voice  
scaring me for the moment.  Then jerking as a rivulet of moisture touches  my 
hot vulva.  Letting it move over the swollen tissues, half bent over as  I 
press the shrinking solid to my labia.  A long whimper as the sensations  
wash over and in my body.  Finally moving the cube to my clit, feeling  tears 
in my eyes, wanting to push it away; but more wanting it pressed  harder.  
Laying back as the cube moves to my slit, jerking on the bed in a  series of 
spasms.  Shuddering with the physical sensations, pressing it  into the 
tunnel, fingers jerking spastically against my walls.  Feeling the  cold water 
on my skin, thinking that I can hear it turning to steam as the cube  shrinks 
to a small wafer and then just a drop on my fingers.
    Head  moving side to side in frustration as I lay on the damp coverlet 
on the  bed.  Wishing that I had one more ice cube, my fingers rubbing hard 
along  my slit.  Feeling it raw as the fingers saw deeper and then raking 
the hot  flesh with my nails,  tears filling my eyes and running warmly down 
my  cheeks.  Tasting them on my lips.  The nails digging hard to the puffy  
flesh, pinching and scratching and probing.  Lifting my hips off the bed,  as 
feel myself straining at the pleasure and pain.
    Then  turning over on my stomach,  rubbing my body on my hands as the 
fingers are  jammed in my sloppy hole.  Legs pushing at the yielding bed in 
frustration,  not able to get the traction I need.  Nipples moving on the 
soft surface,  breasts  flattened as moan into the pillow.  The ache filling me 
with  the need for relief.
    Then  stopping eyes wide, as the knots of my hands press against my 
pubic bone.   Shaking as I feel the spasms in my lower body.  My shoulders 
heaving as I  lie waiting, shuddering as the feeling subsides.
    Waking  up much later, tired my fingers sticky as is my thighs.  
Smelling the  room permeated with the scent of my juices.  The AC making me shiver 
as I  rise groggily to the bathroom. 
    The  hard spray of the shower, stinging the already bruised flesh of my 
mound,  spreading it to wash away the girl scent and the heavy odor of 
sweat.   Quickly washing my hair and stepping out of the shower, looking at my 
face in  the mirror.  Face bare of all covering cosmetics, eyes puffy and red 
with  strain, my nipples hard and lower lips swollen and red.  "Gawd girl, 
you  are a mess."  Thinking this to myself.  Drying the skin, patting it,  
not wanting to rub the sensitive areas.  Knowing I need sleep.
    Knowing  my hair will be a mess tomorrow, I crawl into the safety of 
the bed and covers,  pulling them to my shoulders.  Then calling room service 
for a wake up  call.  Laying awake and then into a restless night of  dreams.
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