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Date: Mon, 26 Jun 2006 08:41:40 +0000
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Anne and I
This is a story about my wife and I. I'll try to tell it as it happened, but
since 13 or so years have passed since our first meeting, some of the memories
have probably gotten better with age. :)
It all started with a chili eating contest at a local bar... You know, one of
those silly things that one does on a dare. Your friends saying, "sure sign up,
I'll be there to help cheer you on." Bull! It was just me, 2 beers, a quart of
chili, and about 15 other contestants.
I won't go into all of the gory details about the contest. The winner did it in
a minute and thirty three seconds, and then threw up on the guy standing next to
him. I did it in about 33 minutes.
Winning second place, was ok, I guess. The photographer was taking pictures of
me and the winner for some newsletter, and he kept saying one more, one more. I
looked at the winner, and he looked at me... We both turned around and dropped
trou for the camera. He wanted to see a smile. How about a vertical one?
Time to pick up the beer cooler, and the six-pack of long necks, and head home.
Another chapter in life is closed. Or so I thought.
A couple of weeks later I'm sitting at the bar of the local watering hole,
nursing a beer. Checking out the ladies in the mirror that runs the length of
the bar, I see one a few stools down that keeps looking at me (or at least I
think she is looking at me), and then talking to her friend sitting next to her.
I happen to glance over and see a stack of papers on her lap. Recognizing them
as the newsletter from the beer distributor that sponsored the chili eating
contest, I ask her "Is that the new SilverBird?" She says no, and then a look of
surprise comes across her face. She then says "I know who you are, I've seen
your picture before. Both FRONT and REAR!"
Now I'm trying to think fast. Where had she seen my picture before? Especially
from the rear. She then tells me that she works for the PR firm that handles
the SilverBird account. And that the photographer had brought in the proof
sheets from the contest. She said that she had a good time looking at those
tiny little pictures. A bit more interesting than the ones the photographer
usually brings in.
She says "Hi, my name is Anne, and I already know yours." I did the usual, do
you come here often bit. And to my surprise she said yes. I told her that I
lived in the apartment complex across the street, and made some comment about it
being close enough to crawl home if necessary. We ended up spending the rest of
the evening talking about nothing of consequence you know how the singles bar
scene is. When we parted later that evening, she said that when the new edition
of the SilverBird comes out, she would make sure I got a few copies. I said ok,
and thought that was the end of that.
A few weeks later, I'm again in the bar, and I run into Anne. We say hello to
each other, and I invite her to play a few games of pinball. BlackKnight, one
hell of a pinball game. Especially when you have a good buzz going. I kick butt
as usual. We end up playing until closing time.
I ask her if she wants to go get some breakfast. It seemed like the thing to do,
and was wondering if I was going to get 'lucky'. We finish breakfast, and I ask
her if she wants to come over to my place. She says sure.
We get to my place. The usual late 70's/early 80's bachelor apartment. I had the
essentials: a waterbed, a couple of bean bags, stereo, TV, and a coffee table
made from the stereo cabinet's packing boxes. A real plush place!
We settle into a bean bag, and did some kissing. After a while I decide to make
my move. I put my hand on her boob as we're kissing. Hmm, no resistance, just a
slight moan. This is going to be my lucky night!
After kneading her right breast for a little while, and getting a more
passionate response as time went on, I decided to move my hand inside her
shirt. I slid my hand under her shirt, and started kneading her breast through
her bra. Evidently that wasn't enough for her. Being the accommodating person
that Anne was, she raised up off of the bean bag so that I could reach around
and unsnap her bra.
Now that her breasts were free of the bra I was able to move my hand around
a lot easier. I started at the base, and very slowly worked my way up to
her nipple. And when I was almost to her nipple, I ran my fingers around
it, and then went back down to the base of her breast again. I did this a
few times. Each time getting closer and closer to her nipple. After about
the fourth or fifth time of doing this, I let my hand run over the top of
her nipple, and brought the nipple in between my fingers. By this time her
nipple was really hard.
We had been kissing furiously this whole time. Moving from her lips to her neck
and ears, and then back to her lips. When I put her nipple between my fingers
and started rolling it back and forth, I thought Anne was going to suck the
tongue out ...
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