======== Path: news1.sunbelt.net!mel.hargray.com!pull-feed.internetmci.com!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.erols.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-stk-200.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-stk-11.sprintlink.net!netnews.nwnet.net!news-hub.interserv.net!news.interserv.com!news From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: JYM: Encounter 5 - F/F Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:22:31 GMT Organization: Not Organized Lines: 326 Message-ID: <32508e4a.25785147@news.interserv.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: hd42-190.compuserve.com X-Newsreader: Forte Agent .99e/16.227 The Encounter - #5 Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM It was a hot Saturday afternoon in early September and the city was sweltering under a late-summer heat wave. A minor crisis with a presentation scheduled for the following Monday was the only thing that brought me into the office that day. That and the fact that my husband was away on business and I had nothing else to do. Unfortunately, it took me until amost 3 p.m. to correct the problem. What really irked me was the company's policy of turning the air conditioning off on weekends to save money. Fortunately, I'd remembered this as I was dressing that morning and made sure I wore something cool - a little cropped T-shirt, nylon jogging shorts, socks, and my Nike cross-trainers. When it was time to leave, I put everything away in a safe place and walked out to the elevators. Our company occupies the 22nd throught 25th (top) floors in a fairly new building in the center of the city. It's a problem for me because I'm claustrophobic and I HATE to ride elevators. It's an ordeal for me to get on one and during the week I walk between floors rather than risk the elevator. But, coming or going, especially on a weekend, I had not choice. I was suprised to see that the elevator was occupied. Another poor slave in on a weekend was my first thought. At least I'd have company on the way down! It was a young woman, oriental, and very pretty. She looked to be 18 or 19 and I assumed she was a college student who worked part-time. We nodded at each other and smiled as I stepped into the elevator. I took my customary position - in the back corner, pressed firmly against the back wall. The elevator started smoothly and descended a couple of floors. Then the lights went out and the elevator stopped abruptly. "Oh God! Nooooo!" I was in a state of panic instantly. The emergency lighting came on a few seconds later, but it didn't help me that much. I glanced at the other girl and she smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll be okay. I'll call the guard on the phone. By the way, my name is Jane." "Sharon Miller," my response was automatic. "Please hurry, I can't stand this!" She realized that I was on the edge of losing it completely and opened the little door and picked up the phone. The conversation was short, her end consisting mainly of "Yes" and "I see". After no more than a minute she hung the phone up and turned to me. "The power is out in the whole building. It could be anywhere from 30 minutes to a couple of hours. They can't get us out until the power comes back. They said to relax and wait. They'll keep in touch by phone." I lost it completely and threw myself at the door, pounding and kicking. "Get me out! I can't stay in here! Please! Get me out!" I was sobbing and screaming as I kicked and pounded on the doors. Jane grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from the door. "Please, relax. They'll get us out. There's no need to panic." But, of course, there was. At least in my mind. In my panic, I swung at her and hit her a good clout on the ear. She grimaced and then stepped inside my next swing and hit me in the belly with a closed fist. I sank to my knees, gasping for breath, and she crouched in front of me. "I'm sorry I had to hit you, but you left me no choice." Her voice was soft. She pulled my head onto her should and stroked my hair while I cried myself out. After a few minutes I was able to sit down and rummage through my purse for some tissues. Jane sat next to me with her arm around my shoulders. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. "I'm extemely claustrophobic. If they don't get us out I'm going to have another panic attack. My doctor warned me not to take this job, but it was too much of a promotion to pass up. I'm 26 and I'm afraid I'm going to die in here." "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen. They'll have us out of here in a little while." She reached over with her free hand and brushed my hair back from my face. "What if they don't? What if I lose it again?" I glanced at her anxiously as she thought about it. "I have an idea about something to keep you occupied." She glanced at me and smiled and for the first time I realized how beautiful she was with her long glossy black hair, huge brown eyes, and lovely almond complexion. She had high cheekbones, a firm, determined chin and a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She also had a nice figure and slim, beautiful legs. Just then, the lights blinked and I shivered in fear. "Ohhhh. Shit!" I was ready to sink into a state of panic again. Jane surprised me by tugging on my arm. "Here, turn this way and swing your legs across my lap." I was too scared to think about what she was saying. I just did as she directed and wound up sitting on her lap with my head resting on her shoulder. I should mention that I'm only 5'3" and weigh barely 105 pounds. Jill was several inches taller and a good 10 pounds heavier, so it was easy for her to take me on her lap. She started rubbing my stomach with her free hand and I was distracted enough to head off another panic attack. "You're in good shape, do you work out?" She continued to rub my stomach gently while I answered. "Yes, three times a week at the club. And free weights at home with my husband. I run every day too. And swim at the university pool." She seemed impressed. I am in good shape and proud of it. As for the rest, I'm blonde with brown eyes and a nice complexion. I'm small as I've mentioned, but I have a good body and nice legs. I wish I were a little bigger on top (34a) but I won't do anything about it. My health is too important to sacrifice for bigger breasts. The lights blinked again, staying out for almost a minute. I started to cry and struggled to get up. Jane held me tight until I stopped struggling. Then she kissed me just as the emergency lights came back on. I was too surprised to resist and I opened my mouth to her tongue without thinking about who was kissing me. It was a great kiss, soft and tender, but very erotic. And it took my mind off our situation. Did it ever take my mind off things! After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a minute or so, she drew back and whispered, "Are you okay?" I hesitated, then nodded. "Yes, for now." Then, after a short pause, "Please kiss me again." She smiled and pulled my face up to hers and put her tongue deep into my mouth. As she did, her hand moved up across my stomach and I felt her tug on my bra. I pulled back a little. "It hooks in front." Then I buried my face against her shoulder while she unhooked my bra and fondled my bare breasts. My nipples immediately hardened against her palm and I moaned with pleasure. It was extremely hot in the elevator by then, in more ways than one, and my skin was slick with perspiration. "God," I whispered, "I'm sweating like a pig in here." Jane giggled. "Me too. Why don't we take our clothes off?" I hesitated. "I don't know. What if the power comes back on? Do you want me to undress?" The last question was the key one although I didn't realize it at the time. I was starting toward panic again. Jane smiled and fortunately realized again that she'd have to take control or lose me to panic again. "Yes, I want you nude. Get those clothes off!" I nodded and hurriedly stripped my clothes off. When I was done, I sat back on my heels and watched her remove her clothes. Her body was lovely, firm breasts with plum-colored nipples - a good c-cup, perfectly shaped, a flat, firm belly, slender hips and long, firm thighs. A light growth of silky black hair covered her pubic mound, hiding her sex from prying eyes. She was perfect! When she was finished, she reached out and pushed my knees apart. "I want to look at you." And she did. I blushed as she spread my legs and gazed at my sex. I've been shaved for a long time and nothing was hidden. She slipped her hand between my legs and smiled when she found me wet. Sopping wet. Her finger slid into me easily. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure. She played with my sex for a minute or two and then told me to get on my hands and knees. I obeyed instantly. She sat beside me, crosslegged, and fondled my breasts with one hand while the other went between my legs from behind. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure as she masturbated me to orgasm, manipulating my sex with two fingers and occasionally rubbing my anus with her thumb. My first orgasm came quickly and left me shaken and wanting more. Sweat dripped off me as she continued to masturbate me. This time, she pinched and pulled my nipples and licked my ear. "Oh God! Yessssss! That's sooooo good!" "You like this?" She pinched my nipple and pulled it down and toward my cunt. "Yessss! Oh, yesssss. I love it! Please don't stop." She chuckled and whispered in my ear. "Hurry up and come or I'm going to spank you! Hard. Do you want that?" I turned and stared right into her eyes as I answered. "Do what you want with me. Just keep me busy until the power comes back on. I mean it. Anything you want. ANYTHING!" I was telling the truth. I was willing to submit to anything that would keep my mind off the fact that I was twenty stories up in a hot little box that could fall at any time. Sex, spankings, anything was preferable to thinking. She brought me to orgasm again and then told me to kneel facing the back of the elevator. She had me hold onto the railing and warned me not to let go. Then she gave me a little spanking. Nothing hard, just stinging little slaps that excited me. I hung on and whimpered when her hand slipped between my legs and found me drenched. "God, you're such a hot slut!" I blushed and whispered, "Please, masturbate me!" And she obliged. I clung to the railing, moaning, as she fondled my tits and pinched my clit. She took my labia between her thumb and forefinger and pulled downward, pinching hard. I threw my head back and whimpered. "Yessss. Hurt me. Please hurt me. It feels soooo good!" She had to take a breather after a while. She'd been doing all the work and she was exhausted by the heat and by the strain of keeping me from another panic attack. She sat down and I sat beside her. After a few seconds, I reached out and stroked her slim thigh. She glanced at me and smiled. "Have you ever done another woman?" I shook my head, "No, you're the first." I continued to stroke her thigh, enjoying the smooth slick feel of her skin. I moved my hand slowly up and down her thigh, from her knee until the side of my hand was touching her pubic hair. She sighed and whispered, "That feels so good. Don't stop." After a couple of minutes, I turned and pulled her knees apart. She opened her eyes and smiled. I ran my hand up her thigh and brushed it across her mound. She moaned and whispered, "Please...." I leaned and kissed her on the knee. She tasted salty. I ran my tongue up her thigh, savoring the slick, salty taste. Then I leaned closer and ran my tongue over a nipple whick hardened instantly. I drew it into my mouth and suckled. She moaned. "Oh, yes! Suck my nipples. Hard." I took her nipple between my teeth and nipped it gently. Her head thrashed back and forth and her moans increased in volume. I enjoyed being able to do this to her. I was suddenly seeing why men enjoy women so much. I licked and sucked her nipples while continuing to tease her vulva with the tips of my fingers. I teased her until she was begging for release. Then I found her clit with my fingers and pinched it gently, rolling it between my fingers. She went crazy! "Oh! Oh! Oh! My FUCKING heaven! Oh, please do me! Please!" I lowered myself, running my tongue down across her flat, firm belly. I paused when I reached her pubic mound and took a deep breath, inhaling the musky scent of her wet sex. Then I ran the tip of my tongue along her slit, getting my first taste of another woman's cunt. It was so good. So tasty. I plunged my tongue into her, enjoying her moans of pleasure. I brought her to orgasm with just a few flicks of my tongue across her clit. When I sucked it in, she arched her back and pressed herself against my face, tapping my shoulders with her hands and screaming with pleasure. We rested for a while in each other's arms. Then it was my turn again. She put me on my knees, knees wide, back straight, ankles crossed, hands clasped behind my neck. Told me not to move or it would end. Then, with light feathery touches she teased my nipples erect and ran her fingertips lighly down my belly, over my vulva, and back between my legs to my anus. After a couple of minutes of this I was whimpering and pushing myself against her fingers. She chuckled and moved around behind me. I moaned when she spread my buttocks and ran the tip of her finger up and down the crease between my buttocks. "I love teasing your asshole! Have you been fucked here?" She tapped her finger tip against my anus as she spoke. I shook my head. "No, never. My husband's asked but I've always refused. It scared me." "I'm going to have your asshole now. Do you object?" She pushed a little and I moaned. "Nooo, please." But we both knew I was really giving her the go ahead. She kissed me on the back of my neck as she slowly increased the pressure on my anus. I whimpered and pushed back against her finger, impaling myself. She twisted her finger around in my ass, driving me wild, and then inserted another and later, a third. Her other hand found my sex and pinched my clit until I was begging for mercy. But, of course, I didn't really want mercy and didn't get any. She had four fingers in my rectum when my orgasm hit and I rammed myself back against her hand, moaning and whimpering. She didn't stop there. She masturbated me again right away. Then put me on my back and straddled me in the classic 69 postion. I watched her lower her pussy onto my face and my eager tongue. I lapped her wet pussy eagerly while her tongue teased my clit. We both reached orgasm within minutes. We were resting again when the power came back on and it was a mad scramble to get dressed as the elevator started down. We just made it. When we got off we assured the guards we were okay and walked to the door together. We shook hands at the door and nobody would have guessed that we'd just spent the best part of three hours having sex with each other. The rest of the weekend was rather dull. I exercised and went swimming on Sunday and often found myself thinking about Jane. On Monday, I gave my presentation and it went pretty well. I walked around on each floor afterward without a glimpse of Jane. But I didn't really expect to see her if she was part-time. I was back in my office at 3:00, working on a plan for a new project, when there was a light tap on my door. I glanced up and saw Jane standing there. You can imagine my shock when I saw her wearing the uniform of a nearby Catholic high school! She looked cute in knee socks and a short uniform skirt that showed off her smooth firm thighs. I motioned her to come in and she walked in and came over to my desk. "Hi, Mrs. Miller, how are you today?" She circled my desk and looked out the window. Then she leaned against my desk and asked if I was okay. I took a deep breath and asked, "How old are you?" She grinned. "Fifteen. I'm a sophomore." "Oh shit! They'll put me in jail forever." I was stunned and scared. Then she laughed. "Got ya! I borrowed this uniform from my sister. Actually, I am a sophomore, but a college sophomore. I'm nineteen." I leanded back and sighed with relief. "You bitch!" But I was smiling. She'd really gotten me. She glanced around and then lifted her skirt to show me that she was bare underneath. I swung my chair around and put my hand on her leg, just above her knee. I kept my eye on the door as I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. She kept up a stream of chatter about a class she was taking while I teased her clit with the tips of my fingers. I brought her to orgasm and then licked my fingers, savoring the taste of her sweet young cunt. That was two months ago. We've been lovers since and she has been urging me to leave my husband to live with her. I'm weakening. THE END.