Bedtime Stories with Kelly 3
	by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)

Sorry I'm late; traffic was a bitch! Not to worry, I have plenty of time
tonight so there's no need for us to rush. And the rain--God, just look
at how sopping wet I am. I really should have brought an umbrella. I'm
going to have to get out of these things before we get started. Do you
want to help me? I had a feeling you would! Come over here then...

Start with my blouse, slowly now, don't get too excited and rip off the
buttons... Now my skirt, pull it down off my hips and I'll step out of
it. Next my bra, it's got a front clasp, see, so you shouldn't have any
problems. Ahh ahh, no touching yet, just looking. My panties aren't
really wet, at least not yet, but why don't you take them off anyway?

Thanks, hon, you did a good job undressing me. Now where can I put these
so they'll dry? How about over here by the heat register? I'll just lay
them over some chairs. Remind me to flip them over at some point so that
they'll be dry all the way.

Oh look, I'm completely naked now but you still have your clothes on!
Now that's hardly fair, wouldn't you agree? You're going to have to
strip and get naked before we begin.

Wow, you sure did that quick! How many times do I have to tell you that
slower is almost always better? Oh well, next time I want a bit of a
show, okay? All right then. Let's get started on your story. Up into the
bed with the both of us.

I want you to lie on your back for this one, and close your eyes. No
peaking! That's good. Tonight instead of a story about me, I'm going to
tell you a story about you! It'll be a good story, I promise.

Before we get started, I want you to help me set the scene. I want you
to think of a woman. Not just any woman, I want you to think of someone
you know at work. Someone you want, but for whatever reason is
unavailable to you. Is there such a woman? I thought so, there almost
always is.

I want you to describe her to me. What she looks like, what she smells
like, what she wears. Mm, hmm. Oh yes, she does sound quite beautiful. I
can see why you're attracted to her. I'd like to meet her myself
someday...

I think we're ready to begin your story. Keep your eyes closed, and let
your imagination take over:

It all begins late one Thursday afternoon. The office is nearly
deserted, but you're trying to get ready for a big meeting you have the
next day. You're so engrossed in your work that you don't hear her
approach your cubicle and are a bit startled when she raps her knuckles
on the cubicle wall to get your attention. You jump, but smile when you
turn around to see her standing there.

She says that she is surprised to see anyone else here so late, that
usually she is the last the leave. You explain that you are working on
your presentation for the next day. She says that you look pretty tense,
with the way you jumped and all, and offers you a shoulder massage. She
doesn't even wait for an answer, she just comes up behind your chair and
starts to rub your shoulders. And they are tense, and her massage does
feel good. Soon you start to relax and let your head lay back, right
into the cleavage of her breasts. She doesn't seem to mind, she just
goes right on rubbing your shoulders until all of your tensions have
disappeared. She is so close that you can smell her perfume, hear her
breathing, feel her heart beating. You are starting to get turned-on
when suddenly she stops. She turns and leaves, but not before planting a
chaste kiss on your forehead and telling you not to worry, that she's
sure that you'll do fine tomorrow. You watch her leave down the hall
before returning to your preparations. You're relaxed now, but a bit
distracted. Still, you manage to finish up and get home at a decent
hour.

You dream of her that night. In your dream she is giving you a massage,
just like she did that day, except that the two of you are both naked.
You wake up with a raging hard-on, which you alleviate while thinking of
what it would be like for her red, inviting lips to be sucking on your
cock.

The next day your presentation goes well, and you notice that she is
smiling at you during it. After work she meets you in the parking lot
and offers to take you out for a drink to celebrate. You drive
separately to one of those Fridays places and take a booth in the
lounge. Over drinks the two of you talk about work, but you are both
subtlely flirting. Every so often she'll touch your arm, or her foot
will briefly rub your shin, or she'll toss her hair back. The evening
ends early, way too soon as far as you're concerned, with a hug out in
the parking lot and a promise that she'll see you again on Monday.

Over the weekend you can think of nothing else but her. She is in your
thoughts, your dreams, your fantasies. You come to the conclusion that
she is waiting for you to make a move now and, no matter the
consequences, you resolve to do so.

You remember what she had said about usually being the last to leave, so
on Monday you stay late and pay her a visit over at her desk. She is
happy to see you, and gladly accepts your offer of a massage in return
for hers the week before. You spend several minutes nervously rubbing
her shoulders before working up the courage to make your move. You move
your hands slowly over the top of her shoulders and down towards her
breasts. If you were misreading her signals, now will be the time that
she stops you, but she makes no move to do so as your hands cup her
breasts. Feeling bolder you unbutton the top of her blouse and slide
your hands under her shirt. She finishes unbuttoning her blouse and
removes her silky bra so that you can rub her bare tits and squeeze her
nipples.

Suddenly, she gets up out of her chair and embraces you, kissing you
passionately. She unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants, reaching
down in to rub your rapidly growing shaft. Then she drops to her knees
and takes your knob into her mouth; she looks even better giving you a
blowjob than you had imagined she would!

Standing back up, she pulls off her panties from under her skirt and
asks you to fuck her. You lift her up onto her desk, stand between her
legs and insert your cock into her wet, inviting pussy. She moans with
pleasure and holds on to you for dear life as you pound your meat up
inside of her until she comes. You ask is she wants you to pull out, but
she tells you to keep on fucking her until you come inside of her. You
are happy to oblige, and she comes a second time before you finally
explode inside of her, coating her insides with your hot, sticky fluid.

I bet that's just the way you imagine it, taking her there in the
office, making love to her on her desk. Would you like me to help bring
your fantasy a bit closer to reality? Keep you eyes closed and imagine
that I am her. 

My body is her body. 

My mouth is her mouth. 

My voice is her voice.

My lips are her lips. 

My breasts are her breasts. 

My nipples are her nipples. 

My legs are her legs. 

My thighs are her thighs.

My pussy is her pussy.

It is she who is now climbing on top of you, straddling you, slowly
lowering her self, oooooohhhhmmmmmmm, onto you. Can you feel her as she
fucks you, yessssss, ohhhhhh, yessss, as she slowly fucks your hard cock
with her pussy. Reach up and take her breasts to your mouth. Oh, yesss.
Yesssss. Cum inside of her. Cum inside of her pussy as she fucks you.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes. Ohhhhh, Ohhhh. Yes.

You can open your eyes now. Did you like that? You did? Good, I'm glad.
Let me go see if my clothes are dry yet... Oops, I never did get them
turned over; they're still damp on one side. I guess we'll have to think
of something to do while we're waiting for them to finish drying. Do you
have any ideas? Oh, you *naughty* boy!...

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The Fine Print: This edition of "Bedtime Stories with Kelly" is 
copyright 1998 Kelly Adams. 

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