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From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
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Subject: JYM: Encounter 5 - F/F
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:22:31 GMT
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					     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.