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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.  (not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.

   Dryad
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   "Oh, God, I'm horny!" she thought to herself.  She began looking through
the chat room for fresh meat.  This one was too far away, this one wanted a
submissive...She started humming an old song, "Where have all the good men
gone..." she giggled to herself.  She teased this one, cajoled that one,
was frankly a little cyber cock tease, hoping to entice someone within her
range.

   She knew what she wanted.  A hunger this deep was not going to be
quenched with a single man, no matter how incredible he was.  She felt
herself crawling her mental walls, shrieking in need.  "For all the
supposedly horny men in here, you'd think I could find a few that wanted a
good time!" She felt herself getting even wetter, and knew she'd have to
clean her chair once more after she got offline.  She squirmed, finding a
few friends interested, but timing just wasn't there.  She moaned audibly,
looking for some sort of relief beyond her humming toy.

   "Where do you live?  How old are you?  Are you married?  What do you
like?" She felt like she was interviewing for a position; then she smirked
to herself, in reality she was, her ass, her mouth or her pussy.

   She got quite a gang going, even others looking for her, wanting a full
report of the activities in repayment.  She made dates with a few, setting
up one for that evening that might lead to something more group oriented
another night.  With time and a public meeting place, (She was horny not
stupid) she got offline.

   She squirmed.  After all, she didn't know these men.  She wanted to
dress sexy, accessible, but not so sexy or accessible as to invite danger
if the man wasn't all he was cracked up to be.  She wore a just above the
knee miniskirt, one she often wore to work.  No nylons, they'd get in the
way, and she hadn't worn underwear unless necessary for a number of years
now.  She wore a soft sweater, one that would tease her skin, and possibly
their hands.  No makeup, so perfume, so careful to think of their
positions, as some were married, and who wanted to get snagged on a simple
thing like a perfume?  She pulled her long coat over her outfit, fluffed
her long hair, grabbed her keys, and headed out the door.

   The first meeting.  They were to meet at a local college.  She was there
a few minutes early, between anticipation and location; it was much closer
to her.  She sat outside, waiting to see who came up to her.  Students
milled around her, some catching rides from friends and parents.  She
looked at the time, realizing he was late.  If it was one thing she
couldn't stand, it was someone who was late.  But, to be fair, perhaps he
had a problem finding it, or traffic, or parking.  So she waited.

   A half hour after the designated time, she got up and drove the short
distance home.  His loss.  While she was still violently horny, and getting
hornier by the second, she had to laugh at her new lesson...some men were
all talk, and couldn't follow up.

   "God, I need something...and its not getting any better!" She gets back
online, and starts over, picking up where she leaves off.  One who had
spoken of meeting, but had been too late, catching her after the other. 
Nothing really stood out about him; he was another in a sea of human
sexuality.  But he was close, really close.  Her mind went offline, and her
libido took over, asking him to meet her at a McDonalds.

   She shivered in anticipation, unable to keep her fingers out of her
pussy on the way there.  It felt so decadent, so crazy to meet a total
stranger for sex.  She pulled up, looking for a blue foreign car.  She was
a few minutes early, but he was closer to the place than she was.  She saw
one, but saw two men in it.  It wasn't exactly the model she'd been told,
but she'd never been good at cars.  Perhaps seeing how she was playing
online had made him bring a friend.  She saw them look at her, and wondered
why they didn't come over.  They looked uncouth, scraggly.  She shuddered
for a moment, wondering what she'd gotten into.  When they didn't come
over, she got out of her car, and walked up to theirs.

   "Are you here to meet someone?"

   "Yes, we are." The one in the driver seat replied.

   "Do you mind if I ask who?" she was still hoping.

   "Oh, just his brother." He jerked a finger at his passenger and he
smiled with his tobacco stained teeth.  "You have a blind date?"

   "Yeah, is it that obvious?" she smiled, being polite, too relieved to
mind anymore.

   "Lucky guy." He snickered as she turned away.

   She sat back down in her car and waited, wondering if she was in for a
repeat performance.  She didn't have to wait long, as a blue car pulled up
beside her.  He smiled brightly at her (he saw her photo, she hadn't seen
his).  And she knew.  She stepped out of the car, locked it, and opened his
passenger door.  Her smile must have been brighter with relief because his
brightened as well, and it was all the sweeter for the sense of nervousness
she felt in it.

   "You here to meet someone?" He smiled at her.

   "Yeah, My name is Daphne."

   "I'm Matt."

   They shook hands like business associates, and giggled.  She climbed in,
as he asked where did she want to go.  Okay, maybe this is not a smart
idea; it wasn't.  But something about him, something she couldn't describe,
made her feel at home with him, like an old friend.  Maybe it was his
nervousness, how it showed through in the mundane chattiness she listened
to.  Maybe it was her own hormones outweighing her judgment.

   With the thought of parking, they took off toward a large mall.  They
drove through the darkness, feeling each other out first verbally, then a
bit physically, hands traveling thighs, shoulders--hair.  By the time they
reached their destination, they were comfortable with each other,
definitely wanting each other.  But the parking lot was very bright, and
not exactly conducive to what they had in mind.  They began to wander the
back roads, and found an open lot.  They drove up, and shut the lights off.


   There was an awkward pause as they looked at each other.  They smiled,
and leaned into each other for a kiss.  It wasn't a timid kiss; they fell
to each other as one would at a feast after a famine.  Their hands pulled
at their clothes.  She tugged his shirt out of his waist, as he slid hers
off her shoulders.  Scrambling in the small car, they squirmed to rid
themselves of barriers.  Still kissing, they lurched into the back seat. 
She reached low and felt his hard, thick cock pointing upward.  She
measured it with her hand, sighing into the kiss appreciatively.  She
released the kiss, and slid down low to give such a beautiful cock the
appropriate worshipping it deserved.  She flicked the head, watching it
jump, and absorbing the guttural moan it incited from her companion.  She
smiled up in the half dark, and slid her mouth down over the head, applying
pressure and a gentle suction.  Her hands moved over the rest of his
length, until they reached his balls, which she lightly squeezed.  Her
mouth continued its journey down, moving slowly up and down the length of
him, savoring the wonderful feeling of cock in her mouth.  She would moan
at the simple pleasure, and then smile at the jerk his cock would give at
the added stimulation.  He sighed warmly, brushing her hair back, before
pressing her on her back.

   She could see the pleasant smile in the dark.  He gave her a small kiss,
then began to worship her in the same respect.  His tongue teased her core,
flitting one side, then the other; never entering, never hitting her clit.
She squirmed in delirium, panting wildly.  She stroked his hair, until he
started entering her.  Long slow licks finishing at her clit, making her
squeal and jump.  She arched into his mouth, her legs unconsciously
wrapping around his head, holding him in tighter as she neared her own
orgasm.  Her moans became louder, more insistent, as she felt the delicious
tension getting closer and closer to breaking.  She screamed his name as
she came.  She felt him sit up, her legs limp around him, as she heard him
open a package.  Then he was on her again, pressing into her.  She
shuddered, so close already to another orgasm, so well was he filling her.
She shuddered beneath him, her fingers digging into his back, careful even
now not to scratch or leave marks.  He pressed into her slowly, eliciting a
deep guttural moan from her.  His pace quickened, both hungry for each
other.  Her body began to bow as her second orgasm came upon her, shrieking
into the dark.  As she came back down, she pressed him back, and straddled
his lap.  She pressed her chest into his, kissing him warmly, and began to
ride him.  She smiled into the kiss, shivering occasionally at the feeling
of him inside her.  She sighed into the shared kiss, and felt him begin to
tense.  She rode him harder and faster, feeling his own completion nearing.
He groaned as he came, and even with the condom, she could feel it against
her sides.  She continued to ride him, softly, slowly, drawing out his
orgasm as long as possible.  She settled over him as she heard his
breathing slow and become more controlled.  They kissed each other softly.

   "Wow." He whispered to her.

   "Mmmhmm, you're rather incredible yourself." She smiled back at him. 
She gave him a soft kiss.

   They moved to the front seats, and began making sense of their
disarrayed clothes.  She leaned over and kissed him again.

   "I'm glad the others stood me up.  This was FAR better." She smirked.

   He smiled back, with a small amount of disbelief in his eyes.  He
started the car, and drove her back to the McDonalds and her car.  They
touched each other gently on the way back, asking about the small details
of the other's life, falling into the comfort of the other's company, and
she realized she liked him on a personal level as well as a sexual.

   When they arrived, they exchanged email addresses.  Yes, they did keep
in touch...

   But that is another story.
   Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002