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The Day Off by Pami (pami1968@aol.com) (M/F)

She had woken early that morning, put her bathing suit on and gone 
outside to tan for about an hour. She listened to her walkman as 
she basked in the sun, occasionally humming along and once even 
singing out loud.  "My neighbors must think I'm nuts", she 
thought.

After coming inside to her air conditioned apartment, she popped 
into the shower, using her favorite raspberry scented shower gel.  
She shaved meticulously, getting all of the tiny hairs sprouting 
on her legs, underarms, and even her pussy.  She liked to keep it 
smooth...it was more hygienic, she assured herself, completely 
disregarding the erotic pleasure she gained from the smooth skin.  
She even used the raspberry shampoo and conditioner on her long 
golden brown hair.  She absolutely loved the scent.  It always 
made her feel soft, sensual, and very feminine.

She stepped out of the shower and reached for the raspberry 
lotion.  She rubbed it into her damp skin as she dripped onto the 
bath mat.  "Mmmm," she hummed, as she delighted in the feel of her 
fingers running over every inch of her skin that she could reach.  
She gazed intently at her large, pink nipples as she smoothed the 
lotion onto them.  "Wow, they sure do get big", she marveled, as 
she absently pulled on them, trying to see exactly how big they 
could get.

She wandered into her bedroom to decide what to wear.  Since she 
wasn't going anywhere she chose to bypass actual clothes and 
reached for the lavender lace nightie on the back of the door. 
She pulled it over her head and padded into the spare room.  She 
sat down at the computer and logged on to check her email.

There were a few new messages waiting for her.  Two she instantly 
deleted, recognizing them as spam without even opening them.  She 
read her daily horoscope first.  It was some nonsense about 
someone close to her needing help and understanding.  "Such 
bullshit", she thought disgustedly.  "Why do I even read this 
stuff?"

Next was a message from an online buddy.  "Where have you been, 
baby?  I miss our late-night talks", it read.  She smiled, glad 
that someone cared, even if it was someone hundreds of miles away 
who wouldn't know her if she bit him on the nose.  "Of course", 
she thought, "he might
LIKE that".  She giggled at the thought and typed a quick response 
back to him.

The next one stopped her cold.  "K- I love you.  -C".  It was from 
him.  It was eloquent in its simplicity.  She wondered when she 
would speak with him next.  It had been a rough relationship from 
day one.  But she had allowed him to get under her skin.  Her 
heart was his, and indeed, sometimes she worried that he owned her 
soul as well.  They were alike in so many ways - they understood 
each other better than either had anticipated.  It meant they 
could bring each other wondrous joy and happiness, but it also 
meant that they could hurt each other easily and deeply.  That was 
one of the points of today.  She was spending some time alone to 
try to reconcile in her mind his latest hurtful comments.  It was 
her day off, and she just wanted some solitude to think.

She jumped when the doorbell rang.  She wasn't expecting anyone.  
In fact, no one knew she was off today.  Grumbling to herself 
about the Jehovah's Witnesses, she threw on a pink satin robe and 
ran down the stairs.

She didn't immediately see anyone until she got all of the way in 
front of the door.  It was him!  He stood there, dressed in jeans 
and a black t-shirt, looking so handsome that she felt the 
proverbial tug at her heartstrings and smiled at him, in spite of 
her current anger with him.  She pulled the door open and he 
grinned back at her.  He bowed slightly and pulled his hand from 
behind his back.  "For you, m'lady", he said as he presented her 
with a single red rose.

As she reached for the flower, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her 
into his arms, right there on the front porch.  He held her close 
and whispered in her ear, "And I'm glad to see you didn't dress 
for me".

She turned and led the way upstairs to her apartment.  As they 
entered the door, he inhaled deeply.  "Your place ALWAYS smells so 
good", he told her.  And it did.  She always had lightly scented 
floral candles burning and matching potpourri in small bowls 
throughout the rooms.  She liked to cater to all of her senses, 
including smell.

She got him a soda while he stood in the kitchen and watched her.  
She was getting nervous, and finally turned to him and asked, 
"WHAT are you looking at?"

He just smiled lazily at her and approached the counter to pick up 
the glass in front of her.  As he reached over to get it, he 
pressed the full length of his body against hers.  She wriggled 
against him, felling the bulge in his jeans against her ass.  
"Just wondering what you have on underneath this", he answered in 
her ear, flicking his tongue in and out of her ear so quickly that 
she thought she might have imagined it.

He quickly ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing the 
robe and the nightie out of the way.  His fingers brushed against 
her outer pussy lips, tickling them lightly. 
"You are such a naughty girl, aren't you?" he queried idly.  "Were 
you expecting someone else?  Or were you just going to play with 
yourself all day?"

Her breathing had quickened as his fingers kept teasing her.  He 
gently forced her legs further apart by putting his between them, 
and her pussy lips parted.  "Wet already my dear?  You know you 
NEED this", he told her matter-of-factly.  He wound her hair 
firmly around his other hand, pulling her head back to expose her 
throat to his tongue.

"Tell me," he whispered between licks of her neck.  "Tell me what 
you want."  His fingers were running back and forth through her 
wetness, touching her lips, but stopping just short of her clit. 
He would circle her hole with a fingertip, but never penetrated 
her.

She moaned, but didn't answer.  She was already caught up in the 
erotic web that he so easily wove around her.  She could feel how 
hot and moist her pussy was, and she wanted him to thrust his 
fingers deep inside her and rub her clit until she exploded.  She 
said nothing, even though her moans increased in volume as he 
taunted her body.

"Oh, ok, I guess you don't want me to touch you then, " he said as 
he pulled his hands away.  He took the glass of soda and walked 
into the living room.

She took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself before 
following him.  She sat down next to him on the sofa and smiled 
hesitantly at him.  "So, what brings you by today?" she asked him 
in as close to a normal tone of voice as she could manage.

"Just in the neighborhood.  Why don't you take that robe off?" he 
added casually.

She did as he asked, glancing down and noticing that her nipples 
were almost as hard as they had been right after her shower and 
this time they hadn't even been touched.

He casually reached out one hand to her breast and pulled her 
right nipple, twisting it slightly until she gasped.  "Nice 
nightgown, is it new?" he inquired.

"Ummm...yes.  No...well, its a couple of months old," she replied 
as she perched next to him.  She could feel her whole body 
trembling.  He knew how to get her going so easily, she reflected.

His hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed her long hair, 
immobilizing her head in the way she liked to so much.  He leaned 
over and kissed her hard.  Their tongues fenced for a few moments 
and them he withdrew again.

"No, please..." she started.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please touch me," she continued slowly, looking deeply into his 
eyes.  She could feel her face flush and knew her pupils were 
dilated with arousal.  He had her so hot that she was willing to 
do or say almost anything so that he would touch her again.

"Touch you where?" he persisted.

"Please touch my pussy," she forced out, taking his hand and 
pulling it down between her legs.

His fingers found her wetness again.  "You ARE hot today, aren't 
you?" he remarked.

She nodded quickly, "You make me hot."

"No, you were just born that way, I think," he laughed mockingly 
ad he watched her breasts ruse and fall in time with her 
breathing.  He reached over and pinched her nipple, enjoying the 
way her entire body spasmed when he did.

"Please..." she started again.

"Please?" he repeated questioningly.

She took a deep breath and the words tumbled fast and furious out 
of her mouth.   "Please put your fingers inside me.  Please fuck 
me with your fingers.  Please make me come," she begged.

His fingers suddenly thrust inside her passageway.  God, it felt 
so good, she thought deliriously.  He could see the happiness on 
her face and stroked two fingers in and out of her steaming pussy. 
Her juices coated his hand as he slid it back and forth.

"Lie back," he instructed her, and she did so immediately, not 
wanting him to stop touching her this time.

She spread her legs wide and he looked at her pinkness - the 
smooth bald pussy glistened with the honey from her body.  He 
thrust three fingers in and out now and she thrust back at him.  
She loved the feeling of his fingers inside her.  He rubbed that 
special spot inside and she wanted him never to stop as her 
passion rose even higher.  He always knew exactly how to get her 
going...it was instinct for him.  They were in complete harmony.

She jumped as he took his thumb and massaged her clit while he 
fucked four fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.  She had 
always been embarrassed about how wet she got, but her boyfriends 
were always amazed.  After a session of lovemaking, there was all 
new meaning to the phrase "sleeping in the wet spot".  There was 
never a dry spot when she got going.

She moaned louder as he manipulated her throbbing clit.  "Oh 
God...YES...." she groaned.  "Yes, more, please...MORE....!"  She 
didn't even notice as his thumb finally left her clit and he 
snaked it into the palm of his hand.  She felt an incredible 
tightness stretching her hole wider.  She pushed against it...it 
felt good.  Different, and she wondered why.

He could see that her whole body was flushed.  The room reeked of 
sex...and raspberries.   He stared intently between her legs at 
her pussy.  He had almost his whole hand inside her now.  His 
fingers were in up to the bottom knuckle and he had only to get 
her past the "ring of fire" and then he would be completely 
enveloped by her pussy.  He couldn't believe this was actually 
happening.  They had tried this before, but one or the other of 
them had always stopped just short of the goal.  This time, he 
vowed, they would finish what they had started.  She was so hot 
and wet today that he knew this was it.

He stopped pushing into her, instead letting her work her way down 
his hand.  She stopped briefly and he wiggled his fingers inside 
her, caressing the walls of her pussy.  She moaned and thrust 
forward again, then stopped when she heard him exclaim, "Jesus, 
its in!"

She looked at him and he took her hand and pulled it down between 
her legs.  "Feel it," he said in a deep gravely tone, "I am 
completely inside of you."

She grasped his wrist and looked into his eyes.  Her pupil were so 
dilated that the soft brown was almost completely hidden.   "Oh my 
God," she paused.  "It feels so fucking good!  It's incredible! 
I feel so full!" she added and she flexed her inner muscles, 
clamping down on his hand.

He twisted his fingers inside her again, and she arched her back, 
moaning.  "I can feel your cervix," he told her, but she barely 
heard him.  Her mind was in another place.  She could feel her 
orgasm close by and was reaching for it, body and soul.

"Fuck me, fist me, fuck me..." she panted.

Every muscle in her body tensed and she went rigid.  Then he felt 
the ring of muscle around his wrist tighten almost painfully as 
she thundered into her climax.  Each spasm squeezed his hand 
harder than he had thought possible.

She yelled with the force of her orgasm, so loudly that she 
covered her mouth, nervous that her neighbors would hear her 
screams of ecstasy.  Every time she started to come down off the 
high, he would wiggle his hand in and out of her or rub his 
fingers against her inside walls and she would topple over into 
another orgasm.

She lost count of how many times she came with his hand deep 
inside her.  He finally told her to just relax and he slowly 
pulled his hand out of her still soaking wet pussy, inch by inch.  
When his thumb popped out he rubbed her clit again and she came 
one final time.

Finally he held his hand up so she could see exactly what had 
brought her so much pleasure.  A startled look crossed his face.  
"WHERE is my ring?" he asked suddenly.

She paled as she thought about where it was.   "Uh oh..."she said 
slowly.

He held up his other hand and she saw a glint of silver.  "Just 
kidding," he smiled at her.

She laughed as he lay down on top of her and kissed her long and 
hard.  His hand cupped her ass and he rubbed one finger over her 
asshole.  "That's one," he told her, "but we have some more 
unfinished business to attend to, don't we?"

She smiled happily but tiredly at him as she pulled his head down 
and kissed him softly.  "Next time, my love...next time."


