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From: miles archer <milesarcher46@hotmail.com>
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Subject: The girl next door
Date: Fri, 08 Jul 2005 11:14:08 -0700
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I'm at a conference - a big one. One that my company has paid big bucks
to send me to. Actually they have sent me and three others to this
conference. One of the three, JAmes, brought his wife Missy to the
conference. She has been spending her days at the pool or shopping and
then joins us at night for dinner, drinks, etc. Tuesday Missy and James
went off by themselves. Thursday there was a banquet with an open bar.
James brought Missy and by 10 when the banquet broke up we were all
feeling no pain. We, meaning myself, my three cohorts and Missy all
ajourned to the hotel bar. In the bar we all took turns dancing with
Missy and drinking. Lots of drinking. Truth be told, I wasn't doing much
drinking. I like to stay in control so I had quietly switched to 7-up
rather than Gin and Tonic.
James wasn't much of a dancer so Missy was taking advantage of having
three new partners to dance with. At one point I noticed that during a
slow dance Bob had both hands firmly planted on Missy's ass. My next
time up I did the same. I never much liked James and it was a secrete
thrill to be taking advantage of his druken wife. At one point, having
steered her into a dark corner of the dance floor, I moved my hand to
her breast and gave it a soft squeeze. Before she could object I moved
my hand back to her ass.
At midnight the bar closed. James had been sitting a;ll night. Standing
up revealed that he was way over his limit and was having trouble
walking. Missy asked if someone could help her get him back to their
room. A quick discussion revealed that we were both on the same floor so
I agreed to help.
James was out on his feet. Draped his arm over my shoulder to keep him
upright as we headed into the elevator. When we reached our floor I
discovered that despite some weird numbering our rooms were actually
next door to each other. Missy opened the door and I dropped James onto
the bed. Missy asked me to help her get him into Bed. She tried to
remove his pants but she was too drunk.
I helped her stip James down to his boxers. Then with a little effort we
got him under the covers. At this point I noticed their was a connecting
door to my room. I opened the door and discovered that ofcourse the door
from my room was closed and locked. I left the door open and turned to
Missy.
"Time to get you ready for bed." I announced as i reached for the top
button on her blouse.
"That's OK." She said. "I can manage by myself."
I continued unbottoning. "No problem at all. Glad to help out." I was
through with the buttons and so I gently slid the blouse off her
shoulders. It caught at her wrists. She continued to explain she didn't
need help as she struggled to get the blouse off her arms. The cuffs
were too tight and now the sleves were inside out. She was stuck and in
her drunken condition she was unable to free her self.
She realized this and stopped struggling and let me remove the blouse. I
started to unbutton the waistband of her skirt. She sat down on the bed.
She was clearly in a daze and was fading rapidly. She stretched out on
the bed as I removed her shoes and skirt. She was now out cold on the
bed. I looked at her in her bra, panties and thigh-high stockings.
I sat her up on the bed and reached behind her to undo the bra. I slowly
lowered her back onto the bed. Her breasts, now completely exposed were
small and very perky. She had at best a b cup but her long hard nipples
more than made up for her small tits. I couldn't help myself. I gently
reached out and pinched one of those beautiful long, sharp nipples.
I slid her panties down her firm tanned legs. I thought for a minute,
hesitated, and slipped them into my pocket. Her pussy was neatly trimmed
with a small patch of soft curls being all that remained. I reached down
and gently rubbed her slit. It was wet and yielded easily to my touch.
Without much effort I slid two fingers deep into het cunt. I looked over
at James. He was dead to the world. I noticed two condoms sat unopened
on his bedside table.
Then I had an idea. Quietl I backed out of the room, closing the door
softly behind me.
. . . more later