Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: alfonse@ark.dnet.co.uk (Fer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.masturbation,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.swingers,alt.sex.wanted,alt.teens.sexuality Subject: Imaginative M seeks likewise F for fun and games - read for starters Bored of run-of-the-mill stories...? I'd like to meet a girl/woman (any age...) who'd like to share email conversations, fantasies, you name it; perhaps exchange the odd letter in 'real life' maybe even exchange a 'gift' or two. I'm intelligent (or at least I like to think so :-) !), fun and very imaginative - no holds barred - looking for a little excitement. If you're looking for something similar and some fun, I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Chris alfonse@ark.dnet.co.uk >>>> It's late and the office is quiet. It's been a hectic day and I just couldn't make it out of the office at close of play so I stayed on. A couple of hours later and the job that's taken me days is done, time to close up. I switch off my computer and head for the door. I work in the creative department in the basement - why do they always seem to be in the basement? Switching off the light I head for the stairs and home. As I reach the top of the stairs, I notice a light is still on. I wasn't expecting anyone so I'm cautious. I climb the stairs slowly.... Reaching the top I can hear a noise, a regular rhythm, barely audible. Lifting my head just enough to look into the first floor office I see a solitary desklight. To the left of me, about ten feet away you sit with your legs raised on a desk. Your skirt is hitched up high revealing your thighs and your pale blue lacy knickers stretched taut around your knees. Your head is arched back, your eyes closed as you pump three visibly wet fingers in and out of yourself - the rhythmic noise I heard earlier. We've worked at this office for a couple of years now but I've never really had the opportunity to meet you although you've always caught my eye. You're very attractive and I have to confess that when you brush past me on your way to the photocopier and I catch a hint of your perfume it sends an erotic shiver down my spine and sets my imagination racing. And now, here you are, finger-fucking yourself afterhours as I silently watch... You're obviously enjoying yourself as you lower your second hand from fondling your breasts to finger your swollen clit. From where I am I have the perfect view and I stare at you open-mouthed, intensely aroused. Your head begins to rock from side to side, slowly at first, as you get more and more carried away. Your three fingers pump in and out, in and out, faster and faster... Suddenly you stop and withdraw your hand from between your thighs. Opening your eyes you lift your slick fingers to your lips and let your tongue lazily creep out, lightly touching its tip to your wetness. Soon you're licking hungrily, your tongue wandering over every wet inch of your fingers, not wanting to miss a drop. As you lick you start to moan, youčre totally absorbed playing with yourself and youčre letting yourself go completely, immersing yourself totally in your finger-fucking fun... When youčre sure your fingers are completely clean, every last drop of your wetness lapped up, you lower your hand back to your cunt. Your pussy is red, raw from the pounding youčve been enjoying, as you insert one finger again. Tantalizingly you press it deep into yourself, deep to the knuckle as I hear you begin to talk to yourself, łYes! Mmmm... You like that don't you? You want more don't you...?!Č Listening to you talking to yourself as you pound your fingers into your wetness is intensely erotic and I can feel myself wanting to break the silence, separate the short distance between us, join in your pleasure, but I'm in two minds... But my better judgement is overtaken by my lust to join in your fun. I climb the last few stairs silently and slowly make my way across the room. As I call out your name you turn, startled. Your jaw drops. You'd no idea anyone else was here and here you are confronted by a colleague with your legs spread wide, your knickers stretched at your knees. You quickly pull your fingers from your cunt trying desperately to cover yourself as your face turns a deep crimson. "I... I'm... so sorry... I was just..." "You were just what?" I reply. "I thought I was alone, I didn't realise you were here..." "It doesn't matter," I whisper, "now that you know I am, why don't you let me help you?" "No... Please..." you stammer, "can't we just forget it?" You reach down to grasp your knickers, to pull them up but I bend, dropping to my knees between your thighs. "I don't think so," I reply seductively, "why don't we just finish what you started..." I lean in and gently lift your hands, part them to expose an ample view of your dripping cunt. Your fingers feel sticky in mine as I lower my mouth to your wetness. As I sink my tongue deep into you, you gasp... -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)