From: "William G. Hayden" <billyg@hooked.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: For Susan
Date: Wed, 06 Mar 1996 10:50:27 -0800

[A year ago or so I took a chance. Mentally going "gulp" I posted the
recollections of my early, stuttering sexual awakening and experiences
with Jean. As is almost always the case - when we think we're the Lone
Ranger - we find we're not alone... that many folks have had the same
feelings if not the same experiences. That was the story with Susan.
She had shared with us some of her early, adolescent experiences with
an uncertain and tentative exhibitionism. That we are - all of us who
read these newsgroups - voyeurs of a sort, is evident. For me, it
became more evident reading Susan's stories, for they drew me into
them with a delightful open intimacy. I became the voyeur as well as
the exhibitionist.

Our cyber relationships are strange in some ways, finding precedent
onlyin those ancient snail-mail, pen-pal relationships. I don't know
Susan's name or where she lives. We've never met and never will.
Still, we've shared a very close and very intimate openness about our
"secret selves." Out of that grew a deal.

And this is the deal. We'd write "a little story" that embraced some
of our fantasies and respected our boundries. That's all. And this is
it.]

			  A Story for Susan

	I was watching her body as she moved about the office and
didn't hear her at first when she spoke to me. My conference with her
boss was over and I was simply marking time in Susan's office, waiting
I suppose, for the remainder of the day to take some direction.
Susan's boss, Mr. Anderson, had left in a rush a few minutes before,
throwing a thank you over his shoulder as he left, and a final
request:

	"Take care of Mr. Kelly, won't you Susan?"

	Take care of me? I'm sure what immediately came to *my* mind
was not what he had in his. He probably meant to give me a ride to my
hotel or, at best, take me to dinner. Susan was a very attractive and
efficient administrative assistant to the co-founder of their high-
tech firm. I was a visiting consultant who knew a whole lot about a
very narrow area of the world. It had been suggested that my expertise
was an inch wide and a mile deep, but it fit in nicely with their
project.

	Bent over a low filing cabinet drawer, Susan looked over her
shoulder at the door just slammed, then at me. Smiling, she said,
"Sure. I'll take care of you, Mr. Kelly."

	I'd been preoccupied checking out the curve of her hip as her
skirt was drawn tight, looking at... well, whatever I could. I'd come
to enjoy that pleasure in life... looking at an attractive woman,
silently appreciating their femininity and fantasizing how we might
"get it on." After all, I reasoned, you can't be sent to jail for what
you're *thinking*.

	As she stood up and pushed a strand of hair from her eyes, the
late afternoon sun made her white blouse almost transparent and for a
moment I could admire the swell of her bra-clad left breast. It was
sweet and terribly sexy. I longed to simply cup the swell of her
breast in the palm of my hand... just for a moment. Then my mind moved
on, wondering what her panties looked like. Were they simple cotton,
brief, or thong?

	Susan's voice nudged into my awareness. She said, "Uh, hello?
Hello? Earth to Mr. Kelly... Mr. William Kelly. Would you like to grab
something to eat with me?"

	The tone in her voice let me know she was asking a second
time. I smiled and shook my head as if to clear it and replied,
"Sorry. I *was* away for a moment, wasn't I? Now that "the project" is
almost over, I'm feeling so relaxed... you may have to shake me."

	Moving closer to Susan, I looked into her eyes and added, "And
yes, I'd love to have a bite with you. Let's go to some nice place...
some expensive place. My expenses are all paid by the corporation. We
can really kick back." And then, uncertainly, "That is, if you have
the time?"

	She looked directly into my eyes and out of nowhere, in
uncharacteristic boldness asked, "You were looking at my ass, weren't
you? she asked.

	That brought me up short. I wasn't surprised that she knew - I
can be so damn obvious - I was just surprised at her unexpected
frankness. I'd had occasion to have meetings with her boss several
times in the past months and each time, I'd been acutely aware of her.
She had a presence and an aura that pulled me. There was something
that was so... well, so feminine about her... as well as so sexy. I'd
come to admire her and respect her abilities. But looking at her ass?
In this era of increasing awareness of sexual harassment, was I in
deep shit here?

	"Busted!" I smiled again. "Hope you didn't see it as rude. You
have such an attractive body. I forget. Either that, or I can't help
myself. Either one. You choose."

	She shook her head with a rueful smile. "No. Not rude. Frank,
perhaps, but not rude. Of course, women like to be admired. *I* like
to be admired. And I'm glad you like my ass. You *do* like it, don't
you?" She turned slightly away and made to look over her shoulder at
her butt as she pushed a hip toward me.

	I sat and leaned way back in the comfortable chair in her
office and pushed my feet out. Looking at the ceiling as if to
consider a moment, I replied, "Heck, I like *all* parts of a pretty
girl, but I suppose I like her butt the best. I noticed *yours* right
away and I've been thinking about it ever since."

	"Nice thoughts?"

	"Licentious ones."

	"As in libidinous, lascivious, prurient and, I hope,
salacious?"

	"You DO know me," I laughed.

	Kicking off her pumps, Susan sat in the chair opposite me in
front of her desk and rubbed one stocking-clad foot. "Ooh, that feels
good. It's been a long day."

	When she fell back into the chair, leaving an ankle atop her
other knee, I had a wonderful view of the underside of her thigh. "It
sure *looks* good," I observed, not even trying to hide that I was
looking under her skirt. "Would you like me to rub the other one?"

	She nodded her head yes and said, "Everyone but us has left
the office. It's after normal hours now... I guess it'd be okay." Then
with a elfin grin she added, "And I *know* I'd like a foot rub," she
said as she extended a foot and wiggled her toes.

	"Foot massager extraordinaire," I proclaimed as I pulled my
chair up to hers, our knees almost touching. "Gimmie that foot, lady!"

	As I'd anticipated - because I'd pulled my chair so close -
Susan had to pull her leg up before she could offer her foot to me.
Making no effort to tug her skirt down or push it between her thighs,
I had a moment's view of the top of her stockings and a flash of blue,
patterned panties.

	Glancing up I saw her looking directly at me, smiling. I
shrugged and suggested, "Consider it another compliment."

	"I took it that way."

	Pulling her foot into my lap and rubbing the plantar surface
deeply, I said, "You're a very nice lady, know that?"

	Smiling, Susan slid down into the chair a little more, bending
her knees a bit and her skirt slid up a little higher. She sighed,
"Thanks, but most of the time I think I'm too shy to be myself. I
didn't say anything and a moment later she added, "But you're easy to
be with... it's easier to be myself when... when I'm with someone
who's up front and honest as you've been in the past months."

	We were silent for a moment and I looked up from her dainty
foot to see her smiling tentatively at me as if to ask, "Well?"

	Rather than get into my capacity for honesty, I tried to
change directions and perhaps shock her a little by asking, "You
always wear a bra?"

	In mock indignation with her hands on her hips she retorted,
"Mr. Kelly! What're you paying attention to anyway? My legs or my
breasts? Really!"

	Lifting up her leg that I might blatantly look up her skirt I
admitted, "Both. I mean, everything I can. I seem to be a hopeless
voyeur when it comes to you."

	Susan pulled her skirt up a few more inches, displaying the
tops of her stockings, black garters and the crotch of her blue
panties. "Let's see if you're capable of focusing on one thing at a
time, mister."

	My cock had been getting harder and harder and was slightly
bent in my shorts. Moving to relieve the discomfort I muttered,
"You've got my attention."

	"There's a condition," she added.

	"Condition?"

	"Tit for tat. Quid pro quo."

	Glancing down at the bulge in my trousers, I asked, "You
mean... ?"

	"Yep. If I'm exciting you - and I want to excite you - I wanna
*see* it. I'll let you look at me... at my... my private places," she
added in a whisper, "only if you let me see yours. Deal?"

	"That the only condition? I mean, any restrictions?" I asked.

	"That's the deal, but there *are* restrictions, for cripes
sake. It's this way. You can look but you can't touch."

	Weekly I croaked, "Can't touch?"

	"That's right... at least you can't touch me. We can touch
ourselves, but not each other. Look but not touch. Deal?"

	Flabbergasted and astounded, I sat back, still holding her
foot in my hands. In minutes we'd moved from a meal to a foot rub to a
few peeks and now we were suddenly negotiating the terms of our mutual
voyeurism. I was almost dizzy with excitement.

	"Deal!" I agreed.

	"Good. Now I want to remove these hose. I mean, it *is*
alright for you to continue to rub my feet and maybe my calves, but
bare skin feels so much better."

	Susan swung her feet to the floor and walked away a few steps.
With her back to me, she reached up under her skirt, bunching it below
her buttocks, and unhooked her garters, pulling of her stockings one
by one. Still turned away, she reached again under her skirt and
pulled out her garter belt, dropping it over the back of a chair with
her hose.

	She turned and pointedly looked at me and then down at my
trousers. Raising one eyebrow as I'd seen her do so many times when
asking a question, she said, "Well?"

	I may be slow but I'm not totally dull. With a questioning
look of my own, I mimed dropping my trousers and the looked around the
office as if to ask, "Here?"

	"Yes, here, " she affirmed. "Building's empty and we have lots
of time before we eat... if we still want to eat."

	Pulling off my pants, I gestured toward her chest and said,
"Your turn. The blouse. Off with the blouse."

	Her face reddened. I was feeling a little warm myself.

	Susan slowly unbuttoned her blouse and then, as if making up
her mind, took it off rapidly, adding to the pile of her clothes on
the chair. As she turned back, she folded her forearms under her
breasts and hugged herself lightly, her arms pushing in on the sides
of her blue demi-bra, accentuating her cleavage. The lacy top portion
of the bra afforded a teasing view of her areolae and prominent
nipples.

	Her beauty stunned me. I mean I knew she was attractive and
had a sexy body, but she dressed fairly conservatively, mostly
understating her very attractive breasts.

	Being the very hip guy that I am, I immediately thought of
something cool to say, like, "Wow!"

	Lightly cupping her full breasts, Susan asked, "Like em?"

	"That's an understatement. I had no idea!"

	Looking down at the swells of her breasts, Susan hooked the
tip of her index finger into the lacy bra and pulled one side down and
inch or two, freeing the crinkled nipple. She looked up and asked,
"This?"

	Again, a cleaver reply from me: "God," I croaked, "They're
beautiful." And then stumbling on, " I mean, you're beautiful. Dry
mouthed and attempting no to make a complete fool of myself, I
suggested, "Back to the foot rub."

	No hesitation. She joined me again and without prompting, put
her foot in my lap. She apparently didn't miss the hard lump in my
underpants. "Glad to see me?"

	"Thrilled to see you. And excited too, in case you hadn't
noticed."

	"Yes, I can *see* you are," she interjected, looking pointedly
at the tented lump in my Calvin Kleins.

	"Do you like to see... and be seen?" I asked, again lifting
her leg and pulling it to the side, staring at the adductor tendon
extending from inside her thigh and running under the edge of her
panty crotch.

	Relaxing her leg and letting it fall farther to the side of
her chair, she replied, "It's my little secret. I LOVE to be looked
at... to be admired... and it's even hotter when I know the guy
looking at me is getting excited." And then in a sultry voice, "Like
you are."

	Cupping my hardon through my shorts, I gave a little moan,
only half for effect, and leaning forward to see better, I observed,
"I'm looking for a hint of your pubic hair. I don't see any peeping
out. You trim it?"

	Lowering her lashes, Susan whispered, "Shave it."

	"All?"

	Nodding, "All!"

	"Show me! I want to see."

	Susan dropped her hand to her open crotch and paused. "Well...
I hardly know you... but... "

	"Oh, come ON, Susan. Please show me. I'm dieing to see your
shaved pussy."

	Hooking her finger into the crotch of her panties, in a
little-girl, sing-song voice she said, "I'll show you mine if you show
me yours."

	In a flash my Calvin Klein's were down around my thighs and I
was fisting my hard dick, unconsciously stroking the shaft.

	Standing again, she pulled the crotch of her underpants up
into her pussy lips, so tight, her panty crotch seemed to disappear.
My breath caught in my throat. I stared at her labia, slightly swollen
and plump, made more prominent by the thong of fabric separating and
accentuating her totally bare pussy. Not a hair, not one could I see.
Standing with her legs apart and hips thrust forward, I could see the
panties pulled into the cheeks of her buttocks.

	With a delighted laugh, Susan spun around and bent over,
showing me her ass, the panties now no more than a tight thong pulled
deep into her crack. It was clear where the descriptive expression, an
inverted heart, came from. Her small waist served to accent the
feminine fullness of her ass.

	"Well," she said, "if you're an "ass person," how does this
look?

	Unthinking, I reached out to touch her buttock, but she spun
away with a giggle saying, "No-no. Look. No touch." Then to take away
any sting her reprimand might have offered, in flurry of movement she
pulled down her panties and dropped them on my cock. She sat down
again, both legs open and her heals on the edge of her chair.

	I heard my voice hiss, "Yes-s-s-s... " as I picked them up and
held them to my nose for a moment.

	Susan began to touch her mons and labia and replied only with
inarticulate mews. Her mons was pink and bare as was her labia right
down to the crack of her ass. The inner lips were wet and puffy,
opening up as a flower would and her clit was poking out just a
little. She traced her finger lightly up and down her inner things and
labia, carefully not touching her clitoris. Her body slumped in the
chair and her ass scooted forward a little more, somehow opening her
up even more. She stared at me from half-hooded eyes.

	In a throaty voice she whispered, "Jack off for me. Let me
watch you. Let me watch you beat off. Look at me and masturbate...
jack your cock... your hard dick... look at my pussy, Mr. Kelly."
Then, correcting herself, she amended, "Uh... Bill, look... look at my
cunt! I'll come for you... watch me!" Accenting the "t" sound in
"cunt," she whispered the last words, as if they were too naughty to
say aloud.

	"Yes, I'll look at your cunt, Susan. Open it up for me. Let me
see how wet you are. Let me look inside you... right inside your
womaness. Show me everything, you sweet cunt!" We were sinking into a
mindless sluttiness that suddenly had become so telling and so
appropriate, heightening our intimacy.

	Her right index finger slipped inside her vagina for a moment,
coming out trailing a string of white, viscous cream. As she teased
around her clitoral hood she said, "I love being a slut with you this
minute. I've never done anything like this. I've fantasized sure...
but I never thought I do it. It's SO hot. Come on, let's get hotter!"

	Now, masturbating my cock in long, steady stokes, I said,
"I've had lots of fantasies all my life, but I thought most would
never come true... that they were all in my head."

	Now, driven by that reptilian center in my hind brain,
unthinking and unmindful, I added, "Know what I'd *really* like to
see?"

	"No. Tell me. Maybe we can do it... but no fucking!"

	"No... not fucking... but kinky... really personal."

	"What, for God's sake? Spit it out."

	"I'd like to watch you pee!"

	Susan suddenly stopped. Her hand was frozen on her pussy and
she was looking at me with incredulity. I thought, "Oh-oh, I've gone
too far now."

	"You serious?"

	In for a penny, in for a pound, I reasoned... "Yeah, I'm
serious. Ever since watching my sister pee years ago, I've thought of
it as one of the more intimate and sexy things there is. Guess I'm
just an intimacy junkie. And a kinky one at that."

	Once again, Susan floored me. "Me too! I mean, I think peeing
in front of another person is SO personal and SO sexy... I can't
imagine you think so too."

	"Jesus! Does that mean you'll do it for me? When? Where? Let's
do it now!"

	Laughing, she buried her finger in her cunt and said, "We're
both in luck. I've had to pee for the last half hour. I'm about to
bust, but I was having too much fun doing this to excuse myself. Let's
use my boss's personal bathroom."

	"Lead me on, Macbeth."

	Holding her skirt about her waist, Susan ran into her boss's
office and into his surprisingly large bathroom, her buttocks
jiggling, me hot on her heels, dick in hand.

	I directed. "Susan, sit way back on the toilet and open your
legs. I wanna sit right between your knees... up close and *very*
personal."

	"God, you are kinky man after my own heart. Well, here goes a
first!"

	"Touch your clitty... play with yourself while you pee... let
me watch you do it."

	"Cripes... I don't know if I can relax *and* pee if I play
with myself."

	"That's OK, Sue... just sit back, relax, open your legs and
let me look." Then rushing on, "I can't tell you how beautiful you
look and how incredibly sexy this is for me. Seeing you there, pussy
open, pink, wet... God, I can see your pee hole, girl."

	With a groan, she placed both fingers inside her pussy lips
and pulled them open and hissed, "Yes-s-s-s... here it is. Here's my
girl place and watch, I'm gonna let go... let go and let you see me...
this is so private. I can't believe this is happening."

	Then, years and years of conditioning fell away. All those
admonitions about what "good girls" don't do were forgotten. "Oh...
I've really gotta go... gotta go... gotta... gotta... "

	Then she started. I stared, fisting my incredibly hard cock,
entranced. At first there was just a dribble. Her pee ran back on one
lip of her pussy and dribbled into the water, making that delicate
tinkling sound I'd enjoyed so much trying to listen to my sister pee
long before.

	"Yes-s-s-s... now! Now it's gonna go." And with that her
dribble picked up to a stronger stream and then a strong gush,
shooting well out between her legs, inches from my face. The tinkle
was replaced with that feminine hissing sound, unlike any other I've
heard. She made an inverted V with the second and third fingers of her
hand and pulled her pussy lips open fully exposing her urethral
orifice. In the process she pulled up a little and her strong stream
of pee hit the edge of the bowl, splashing drops on my face It was
warm and I could smell her.

	With no conscious thought or rational decision, I reached in
and cupped her stream of pee in my hand. It was hot. It ran up onto my
wrist and spilled out of my cupped palm. It was too much. It tipped me
over.

	"I'm gonna cum, Susan... I'm gonna cum!" I had no control. I
was over the edge and knew it. There was no turning back. I'd thought
I might idly masturbate for the longest time with this beautiful, sexy
woman but there wasn't a chance. I was over the top and running
downhill, out of control.

	In a deeper, throaty voice she interjected, "On me! Cum on me.
On my pussy. Come on... cum on my cunt... NOW!"

	I lurched to my feet somehow, feeling the boiling rush within
my pelvis, deep to my cock... now spurting out... the first jet high
on her stomach, then correcting, the second and third jets of my cum
landing on her hand and then on her pussy. She screamed, slumped and
pissed over the top of the bowl, between my legs.

	Several minutes later, we both came around, disheveled and
drained, wrung out, feeling dazzled and wonderfully complete.

	Holding her hand up in front of her face, examining the trail
of my cum

	over her fingers, Susan asked, "We've a couple of hours before
your place. Still want to eat? Or would you rather hang out here with
me?"

	That was a no-brainer. I smiled and replied. "Shit, I can
*eat* anytime."