Inspiration

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Copyright 2000 by John Jameson. All rights reserved.

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"Are these people crazy or what?"

I looked over at Jane, who was sitting at her computer with a puzzled 
look on her face. When I asked her what she was talking about, she 
blushed and then asked me to come over and take a look. I leaned over 
her shoulder and saw she was reading Usenet on her lunch break, 
specifically at alt.sex.stories.d, and began to read the message she 
was talking about without commenting on where she'd found it, to her 
evident relief.

               "The Pendragon Challenge

Write a story incorporating the sexiest scene of someone wrapping 
another person's cock in a condom."

"Someone has way too much time on their hands," she commented with a 
somewhat nervous chuckle.

"And who might that be?" I asked with a grin. "The guy who posted the 
message or the person reading it?" 

Jane swiveled her chair around as I returned to the conference table in 
her office where my own lunch sat cooling rapidly. Her look now was a 
bit more defiant. After all, she was the client and I'm just the 
consultant who supports the computer systems in her accounting offices 
and maintains her Web presence. I was the one who had introduced her to 
Usenet, although it had been for access to newsgroups related to her 
accounting practice.

"Okay, so you know my dirty little secret: I like to read erotic 
stories. I'm a big girl now, and what I do on my own time is my own 
business, after all, I'm the one paying the bills, right?"

"Yes'm, Ms. Boss Lady!" I laughed when she pantomimed throwing 
something at me. "I was just kinda surprised," I told her, "but I'll 
confess to the same vice myself. I've found some of those folks--Uther, 
for example--are damned good writers who just happen to write sexy 
stories."

We talked about some of the contributors to ASS*, who we liked and who 
we didn't, and found we had pretty similar tastes. Jane pulled up 
BitBard's site and we chuckled together over some of M1ke Hunt's old 
stories and talked about some of the new writers appearing on the 
scene. I asked her if she'd read anything from Jack of All Trades and 
we agreed his stories about Sam and Eric really showed promise.

"Have you read any of the John Jameson stories?" she asked me. "He's 
okay, I guess, but Godis he long-winded or what?" When I didn't answer, 
she spun around and looked closely at me. I like to think I've gotten 
past the blushing age, but I know my face must have been bright scarlet 
at that point. "Oh my God," Jane said slowly, staring at me intently.

"What?"  I asked, suddenly extremely focused on my shoes.

"I think I just figured out who John Jameson is," she responded with a 
big grin on her face. By this point I know I was blushing. "You 
actually *write* stories, don't you, you crazy Irish bastard?"

"Yeah, well, I. . ."

"I should have known it!" she cried. "Middle-aged Irishman from the 
Midwest, with that warped sense of humor--and you write like you talk, 
too, with all the cockamamie dialects and everything. If I didn't know 
it from the stories, I should have realized it from your posts to ASSD, 
and Christ knows there have been enough of those to establish a 
pattern, typos and all."

I confessed my secret to her, and Jane promised not to let it get out. 
After all, not all my clients would be quite so understanding about how 
I spend my free time.

"So," she asked, arching one eyebrow, "are you gonna enter Uther's 
contest?"

"I doubt it," I answered with a shrug. "Too many people who can really 
write are gonna be getting into it, and besides, no matter what I say 
about showing my characters having safe sex, I confess condoms are a 
turnoff for me. I guess it's my age: I haven't been in the dating game 
since well before anyone had heard of AIDS, and just about every woman 
I had sex with before then was on the Pill, not that there's all that 
long a list anyway." I looked at my watch. "Hey, we'd better get back 
to work if I'm going to wrap these changes up before it's time for you 
to go home." 

Thankfully, Jane agreed and we spent the afternoon reviewing the 
changes to her Web site and some of the updates I'd put in place on her 
office systems. She kept suggesting additional changes to the Web site 
and I kept plugging them in. Before I realized it, it was six o'clock 
and we still weren't done.

"I was just going to go home and pop a movie in the VCR anyway," she 
told me. "What do you say we just try to wrap this up now, while the 
office is quiet?" 

It suited me; her employees had left and we would be able to get 
everything done pretty quickly. Sure enough, by a little after seven 
all her requested changes were in place and I was starting to think 
about getting home, pouring myself a double Irish whiskey, and maybe 
even getting to bed at a decent hour. I started gathering up my papers 
and stuffing them into my briefcase.

"So, about this contest. . ." I actually had to think for a minute 
before I realized what contest Jane was talking about, then I laughed.

"If you're so hot about it, why don't *you* write something?"

"Because I'd never have the nerve to post it," she admitted. "But I'm 
serious, why don't you want to write a story?"

"It's gonna take me a while to figure out how to include condoms in my 
other stories without breaking the action," I explained, "and I sure 
don't want my first attempt to be a part of this thing."

"That's because you think of putting on a condom as an interruption," 
she sighed. "You sound like my ex: 'Why wear a raincoat in the shower?' 
It doesn't have to be like that, you know."

"I'm sure it doesn't, but I need to give it some thought."

"No, you need an example," she retorted. "I guess I'll just have to 
prove that using a condom doesn't have to mean losing all the 
spontaneity in sex."

"Fine--you write a scene and show me what you mean. I'd love to read it 
and I'm not being sarcastic," I added. "I'd really like to see how you 
make it part of the sex and not something that breaks the mood."

"I told you I have no intention of writing a scene," she answered, 
reaching into her purse and retrieving a foil package. "But I can still 
prove it to you."

Jane had been a client of mine for about five years and an acquaintance 
prior to that, but this was a side of her I'd never seen before. Sure, 
we'd done some flirting back and forth over the years, and she had 
always felt free to come to me for a sympathetic shoulder following her 
divorce, but physical contact between us had been limited to hugs and 
the occasional kiss on the cheek. Well, there had been one night when 
I'd attended a party at her office and she'd surprised me with a brief 
flicker of her tongue teasing mine, but that had been two years earlier 
and we'd both pulled away from it a bit startled and sheepish. I wasn't 
sure how far she intended to push this, but I was determined to call 
her bluff.

"If you think you can scare me off with a foil packet, you're nuts," I 
told her with a chuckle. "It takes at least a cross and a couple of 
heads of garlic to drive off a consultant."

Jane dropped the still-wrapped condom onto her desk and walked over to 
me with her eyes locked on mine. I was beginning to wonder whether she 
was bluffing or not when her arms went around my neck and her lips 
seemed to draw mine like a moth to a flame. Her kiss was soft and warm 
and her lips moved gently against mine before parting slightly. When I 
felt the tender brush of her tongue against my lips, I reacted almost 
instinctively, meeting her tongue with mine in a slow, almost delicate 
caress. Her body arched closer to mine until she could feel the 
burgeoning erection in my trousers against her belly, then she swayed 
her hips ever so slowly back and forth and sighed into my mouth.

I took a deep breath and the light scent she wore filled my senses. It 
seemed so natural to let my hands glide down the curve of her back and 
over the subtle roundness of her bottom, which brought her even closer 
just as her tongue flickered against the tip of mine, inviting it to 
dance. We stood there like that for what seemed an eternity, our 
tongues playing back and forth teasingly and the soft pressure of her 
belly making me harder and harder.

Jane sauntered back to her desk and turned to lean against it, her eyes 
smoldering as they met mine. Without a word, she slipped off the low 
pumps she'd been wearing and began to unbutton her ivory satin blouse. 
Wisps of her blonde hair fell across her forehead as she looked down at 
herself and pulled the bottom of the blouse from her royal blue skirt. 
The ivory chemise she wore underneath was translucent enough that I 
could see the dusky peaks of her breasts and the hardness of her 
nipples. I stood as though mesmerized while she dropped the blouse onto 
her side chair and lowered the zipper at the side of her skirt. Jane, 
now wearing only the thin silk chemise, matching panty, and thigh high 
stockings, picked up the foil packet looked directly into my eyes as 
she very slowly tore away one edge. When I started to move toward her, 
she held up one hand and I stopped.

I admit it--I was totally entranced at that point. Her tall, lithe form 
was even lovelier now as she stepped across the carpeted floor and 
kissed me again. Our tongues were bolder now, more demanding, and I 
felt her soft touch as she searched for and found the end of my belt. 
Deftly, she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers before I heard 
the sibilant whisper of my zipper being drawn down. The soft fullness 
of her breasts brushed against my chest and I felt the hard peaks 
pressing into me as she slid slowly down my torso, her hands sliding my 
trousers to the floor. Still not having spoken a word, I stood there as 
she lifted one foot, then the other and slid my loafers off before 
indicating that I should step out of the puddle of cloth around my 
feet.

She smiled up at me, the sapphire blue of her eyes bright, and traced 
the outline of my erection through my boxers with just the tips of her 
well-manicured nails. I moaned at that point and she leaned in to place 
a soft kiss on the crown of my cock through the cotton of my shorts, 
then they, too, were being pulled down until I could step out of them. 
I felt a bit silly, standing there in shirt, tie, and socks, but the 
slow twitching of my erect cock belied any protest I might have voiced 
regarding my arousal. She stood and slipped the chemise over her head, 
finally revealing to my eyes the full beauty of her breasts. They may 
not have been the perky little tits of a nineteen-year-old, but their 
soft roundness did not sag any more than one would expect given their 
fullness, and the dark rose nipples were tight and swollen. I slipped 
the knot of my tie loose and removed it while she unbuttoned my shirt, 
then leaned back against the worktable as she had against her desk just 
moments earlier. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her silk 
panties and I watched, spellbound, as the pale, neatly trimmed curls of 
her mound were revealed.

Her warm fingers closed lightly around the hardness of my erection and 
began to stroke up and down slowly while she raised the other hand, 
again holding the foil packet containing the condom. She held the 
packet between her lips without a moment's hesitation on her slow 
stroking of my swollen cock and pulled out the condom. With agonizing 
slowness, she slid down my body again and the hard points of her 
nipples sent a thrill right through me. 

Holding the condom in one hand and with the other still maintaining the 
same slow, steady stroking up and down my shaft, she bent and let her 
tongue flicker around the head of my cock. The touch of her tongue on 
my sensitive flesh was as light as dandelion fluff and as hot as a 
flame. I moaned again, louder this time, and caressed her face. Her 
tongue danced up and down my length, stroking up along the softness of 
the underside, dancing wetly around the crown, and constantly 
increasing the strength of my arousal. 

I'm not even sure at what point she placed the condom over the tip of 
my penis, but I did notice when she began rolling it down my shaft with 
slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. Her eyes were devilish when she 
grinned up at me before returning to her task. It seemed to take 
forever, but I wasn't complaining, since each little increment meant 
another loving caress from that warm, soft, lively tongue. I could feel 
myself swelling and straining to hold back, although I wanted nothing 
more at that point than to surrender to the feel of her tongue on my 
cock and explode. Finally I was completely encased in latex, and only 
then did she take me fully in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as 
the soft heat of her mouth moved up and down my cock, her tongue 
swirling around and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. It took a 
supreme act of will not to come when, with the head of my cock lodged 
in the tight confines of her throat, I felt her tongue snake out and 
lick wetly at my balls.

That was when she stood and leaned forward, letting her elbows support 
her upper body with the tips of her breasts grazing the top of the 
table. She spoke for the first time since she'd initially crossed the 
room.

"I really think you'd better fuck me now--unless, of course, you're so 
turned off by the condom."

I bent to cup her delicious weight of her breasts in the palms of my 
hands and felt her fingers guiding me to her dripping entrance. We both 
gasped as the engorged head of my cock slowly parted the slick, swollen 
lips of her cunt and she pushed back to meet me.

"Jesus, Jane," I whispered. "I don't know how long I'm going to last 
after that buildup."

"Don't worry about it," she moaned, "just fuck me hard. . .oh God! Yes! 
Just like that!"

We quickly got into each other's rhythm and I stared down at the sight 
of my latex-sheathed cock sliding in and out of her hot, tight pussy, 
glistening with a mixture of her juices and her saliva. I felt her 
fingers as she stroked her erect clit and pounded into her harder as 
she began to shiver with her approaching climax. 

"Yes, honey!" I urged hoarsely. "Come for me!"

"Now, baby," she moaned. "Oh FUCK, now!"

I felt my balls tightening and it seemed as though my cock was swelling 
beyond anything I'd experienced before. Suddenly, it was upon me. The 
rhythmic pulses of my semen pumping out into the rubber sheath 
staggered me and I cried out. It was all I could do to stand, as it 
seemed I was shooting my whole body through my cock and into the 
spasming depths of her pussy.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I yelled and buried my straining cock to the 
root in her clutching embrace. Finally, spent, I dropped into the chair 
and sat there panting like a marathon runner. 

Jane let herself slip to the floor at my feet and deftly slipped the 
condom and its contents off of me, then slowly cleaned me with her 
tongue. Only when my now-shrunken cock was clean (if somewhat wet) did 
she look up at me and favor me with a slow smile.

"Maybe you could write it something like that," she said simply, and 
giggled.

"You know," I mused, "I just might write that story after all."

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SPECIAL NOTE: This story is fantasy. Some characters herein may engage 
in unprotected sex acts, but that in no way implies that the author of 
this story advocates or condones unprotected sex. Today, HIV may linger 
undetected in the bloodstream of an infected individual for ten years 
or longer. Some infected persons never do develop full-blown AIDS, but 
they can still pass on the virus. Because there is no cure for AIDS 
available today, or any sign that one will be available in the 
foreseeable future, having unprotected sex is not just careless, it's 
almost criminally negligent. There are only two ways by which you can 
significantly reduce the risk of AIDS: abstinence from sex outside a 
committed monogamous relationship and the use of condoms. If your 
partner objects to using condoms, FIND ANOTHER PARTNER! Sex shouldn't 
be literally "to die for."
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