Message-ID: <eli9703171012@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/year97/487790> 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: Plainman <an10176@anon.nymserver.com> Subject: NEW STORY: Plainman, Trip 3/7 (mf, mf) (fwd) If you want to send me mail about this story, you can be anonymous in the header by simply using your "reply" function, or by sending a message to an10176@anon.nymserver.com; you will be assigned an anonymous number for purposes of that mailing and I won't know your address, though I can reply to you. If you want your own e-mail address to appear in the header, reverse the first two letters in the above address to "na". This story has explicit sexual content, and shouldn't be read by minors. Hope you enjoy. Plainman TRIP, 3 "Telephone" by Plainman Joe: Hi honey. Amy: Hey - you made it there ok? Joe: Of course - I was insured. Amy: Well, I was glad to do my wifely duty. Joe: It was very brave of you - I know were just lying there and thinking of England. Amy: Hey, you big lunk, I've been thinking of England' off and on all day - remembering those two big beautiful Os - but who's counting? Joe: It was great, wasn't it? ... You know we don't HAVE to do it only when one of us is going on a trip - Amy: I was thinking the same - look, how about doing something about that - like going to the mountains next weekend? I know Mom could stay over with Billy, and we could probably borrow the cabin. Joe: I don't know, babe - I've got the report to do after this meeting - Amy: Yeah but there'll always be something - a report, a job, a school play - you know, between you, me and the kids - Joe: You know you're right - let's do it - I can always bring the laptop. A: Listen, you pervert, if you DIDN'T bring your little laptop I'd get worried. I mean, how could you have sex with your wife without continuous access to alt.sex.stories? I figure you must be getting instructions on what to do next - insert tab A into s lot B,' that kind of stuff. J: Maybe after I finish the report I'll write one of those stories, about us. A: Naaah, I think we're a little too boring to make a good jerkoff story - just two old married folks who still get hot for each other once in a while. J: I don't know, babe, you give real good nasty-mouth. A: Oh yeah, big deal - "my wife says fuck'." J: No you don't realize - you're a hot soccer mom - America's newest sex symbol. A: Goddamit Joe, I am NOT a soccer mom - I am a successful commercial artist who sometimes helps her husband with the kids. J: So why are we talking on the car phone right now? A: Yeah, well, what else, I'm driving back from dropping Billy at soccer practice - Rona's gonna bring him home afterwards. J: Yep, the sexy soccer mom ... I don't think that story will be boring at all. ... Oh by the way, guess who was on the plane - Claire! A: Oh you bad boy, I knew you when you didn't come the second time last night you were saving precious bodily fluids for that hussy. Tell, tell! J: Well, I had the window seat in the last row of business class, and I was watching the people board, and along comes this good looking woman in one of those expensive sweat suits, packing a leather garment bag. A: How old? J: I'd say late thirties - later I found out she was just 40. A: OK, I give you credit for steering clear of bimbos. Looks? J: Medium height, medium build, short brown hair, glasses, fairly regular features - slightly big mouth, slightly long nose, slightly prominent chin. A: Um, hey Mr. Assman, you're not exactly building a Penthouse Pet here. J: I'm a man of taste and discernment. Anyway, sure enough, she plunks down next to me, and pretty soon we find out that we both have twelve year old sons. We compare pictures, which gives her a look at you and me a look at her husband too - a fairly hunk y looking guy - she describes him as "Al Gore with a mustache." A: Not exactly the road to romance, family pix. J: Well, we get into adolescent sexuality via the twelve year olds. A: Good lord, another depressing topic! When are you going to start pitching this babe? J: Well that line of conversation naturally leads to OUR OWN adolescent sexual experiences. A: OK, story time - I get it - so how long did it take you to get into her pants? J: Well I haven't got there yet, at least not the way you think, but I plan to tonight - we're having dinner in a little while - if her husband lets her. A: Whaddya mean, if her husband lets her? J: They have this arrangement, where they have to clear it in advance if they are going to step out - so she's calling him from her hotel now. Honey, I guess you could stop me too! A: Stop you from fucking Claire? You gotta be kidding! If you weren't busy with something like that tonight you might go out wandering around the streets in the Big Apple and get yourself hurt. J: They live right up in the Palisades - he's home tending their twelve year old tonight - maybe you could look him up? A: You know, kiddo, ordinarily I would be keen on that suggestion, but what with Igor and Ladislaw this morning after you left, I'm a little tired. J: So you had a tennis lesson? A: Naah, I had to spend some time in the studio finishing up that artichoke thing - so I just called em up in mid-morning and cut to the chase. Course I had to pay the tennis lesson rate - they had to cancel at the club. J: You mean they, uh...? A: Told em to come on over to the studio and give me a quick sandwich job - you know, lover, sex breeds more sex and thinking about last night with my big stud just had me hot and bothered at both ends... J: So did Ladislaw actually... I mean - A: Right in the old back door. That's the only entrance he will use, of course. Actually I think the really kinky one is Igor, who can't get it up for a woman at all, much less use the regulation orifice, unless Ladislaw is there doing HIS thing at the sa me time. Well, anyway, I had a lot of fun with the boys, but had a little trouble clearing them out so I could take a shower and get back to work - you know how guys always want to hang around and talk afterwards. J: My goodness! Well I can see how maybe you wouldn't be ready for Trooper - A: Trooper? J: Claire's husband - he got the nickname because some woman thought he looked like a highway patrolman. A: You mean like with tight twill pants, and leather boots, and silver shades that hide everything? On a motorcycle? Jeez, doesn't sound bad... But, lover, I owe some loyalty to Igor and Ladislaw... Now listen, you said you didn't get in her pants the way I THOUGHT - so what way did you? J: Well she was wearing these loose sweat pants, and I got her off with my hand. A: But, turk, if you are going to the trouble of getting yourselves both into the airplane john, why not do the whole thing? J: It wasn't in the john. A: You mean you finger-fucked her right in your seat? J: Well I wouldn't call it "finger-fucking" - it was more of a subtle manipulation thing, and we did have a blanket pulled across our laps - and remember, we were in the last row in business class, so no one was walking back past us. A: Except the flight attendants - and what is this "subtle manipulation" shit? - I'm quite familiar with how you go to work on a pussy, and it's about as subtle as my vibrator. In fact I think you learned from good old Plastic Igor... J: Yeah, but the none of the attendants noticed, and even if they had, she said they've seen it all before. A: Sounds like she's quite experienced. Well, lover, what about you - getting her off must have gotten you all hot and bothered? Did you go and jerk off in the john? Or were you saving yourself for tonight? J: Well, my idea was to save up, but actually she brought me off too. A: You're kidding - she sucked you off right in business class? J: No, actually, she used her hand too. A: A hand job - but I know you have trouble coming that way - that's what you told me - and I've tried a couple of times just to see, and it was always no dice. You said it was because you learned to jerk off by rubbing on the bed or a pillow, not by doin g it with your hand like other boys. J: Yeah, I was really surprised myself when I came; I'd told her I wouldn't. She is a very sexy woman, Claire. A: Kiddo, I'm a little hurt by the implied comparison. J: Well, partly it was because we held hands first. A: Held hands! ... Hmmmm - yeah, I can kind of see it - you start regressing to early adolescence by telling stories about it - then you hold hands which completes the process - now you're basically a teenage boy again, and you'll come at the drop of a ha t. Like that time you told me about with Patty Rowland when you made such a fool of yourself and squirted all over her before she could even get her pants down - J: You know, honey, I didn't tell you those painful memories so you could use them to wound me... Anyway, Claire also spun a fantasy for me while she was touching me - about me making it with a cute blond cheerleader, whose quarterback boyfriend dumped he r - she came to me to cry on my shoulder because we were buddies from AP English,and one thing led to another... A: AP English, huh? Well, Claire sounds like a woman wise in the ways of Joe - nothing like a revenge-of-the-nerds fantasy to heat you up, turkeyman... Listen, I'm at the store now, and I have to run in and get a few things - do remember to get some condo ms and bring them with you tonight - you don't want to pick up any little souvenirs from this sexy hussy. J: No, sweetie, there's no need for condoms - you know, Claire's imaginary! A: Oh you dear man - you do brighten up my day - please hurry back! J: Honey one more thing - I feel I've got to tell you - A: Yes? J: Her name's not really Claire. It's Princess. A: Princess - OK, right. J: She kind of convinced me it's important not to let fantasy get too mixed up with reality in these things - so I wanted to tell you she really isn't Claire. A: Whatever, lover. Get on now and have a good time with your Princess - and blow em away at the meeting tomorrow. Love you. ********* Princess: Hi Troop. Trooper: Hey, Princess - you at the hotel? P: Yes, sweetie - everything OK? T: As far as I know. The bad news hasn't reached me at the office, anyway. P: Is this a bad time to talk? T: Well, I have a meeting in twenty minutes and a stack of files here on the desk - otherwise no sweat. P: Honey - remember Dory has that math test tomorrow - SHE won't remind you of it. T: Yep, I had that in mind. Hey - you told me about it this morning, remember? P: Yes honey - but I wasn't quite sure you were quite awake. T: Oh I was awake all right, even if it was a little early - Princess, that was a real nice wakeup call. P: Well, Troop, you know I'm superstitious about that. T: Was that all it was, superstition? P: Well what did you think, Mr. Wideawake? Did it seem perfunctory? T: I thought you were incredibly hot, given what time it was. P: [Giggles] I was very wet, wasn't I? T: And your nipples were hard, and your face and neck and breasts got all flushed. P: You were SO big and hard - when I'm on top I have to watch out - I can hurt myself if I come down on you the wrong way. T: You didn't look like you were hurting. P: No, sweetie, I really went off like a firecracker! You know, when I came in and saw you sleeping there, I thought about waking you up the way the girls do in those silly porn stories you boys are always reading - by sucking on your nice cock. T: Hmmm, sounds good. P: But honey, it's not PRACTICAL. You've got your regular morning piss hardon. Now suppose I get it even harder with my exotic erotic oral arts. Then you are awake and what's gonna happen? Before we can do anything, you're gonna have to pee. You can't rea lly enjoy sex with a full bladder. But to pee you have to bend your big old thing down and get it a little softened to unlock the peeing mechanism. So all my good sucking goes for naught and I have to start all over again when you get back. See what I mea n? T: Princess, I'm really glad you're putting this kind of careful thought into these matters... But that sounds like you might be falling into SDDS. P: Me - never! - and honey, you know the boss doesn't like us to use unexplained abbreviations. T: Yeah, but we can't explain it here and keep up dialogical realism. P: So fuck the readers, huh? T: Yeah, they'll have to wait til later - you know how the boss says - you can break any rule - if it works!' P: So where were we - oh yeah, Dory. T: Anyway, I not only remember about Dory's test, which you told me about afterward, but I ALSO remember how you called me a "fucking asshole" during. P: As in "shoot your load in me, you fucking asshole!" Well I'm glad I got your attention with that - my thighs were getting a little tired. You seemed to understand at the time... I had to rinse quite a bit of you out of me in the shower, even though a l ot of your stuff runs right back out when I do it on top like that... You know I didn't want it staining my panties on the when I was traveling, Troop - a girl never knows when a stranger might see her panties. T: You mean like your mother warned, you might get run over by a car? P: Yes that - but there are other ways it could happen - like on the plane... T: Do I get an inkling something's up, Princess? P: Yes, and I know you're busy, so I'll tell you right out. I met a very nice man with a boy Jody's age who lives in Santa Monica, and I want your permission to fuck him tonight. T: Well... Princess I don't know what to say... First off, let's clear this up about your panties? P: Don't you LOVE that word, Troop? Panties, panties, panties. Honey, smell my panties. Sweetie, my panties are wet. Dear, you know I'm not wearing any panties. Then he put his hand inside my panties. Take down those panties, young lady, and bend over! I crossed my legs so he could get a good look at my french cut lace panties. I'm touching myself through my silk panties. I caught that naughty boy going through my drawer and fondling my panties. T: Yes, that's very sexy Princess, but specifically what about YOUR panties TODAY? P: Well I already told you - it was in that list - "Then he put his hand inside my panties." So it was probably better that they weren't all stiff and crinkly from your come dribbling out of me. T: Let me get this straight - this guy felt you up, while the two of you were sitting there in the plane? P: Really, Troop, felt up' - you use such ADOLESCENT language sometimes. Anyway, yes, he diddled me - it was very nice, he has a nice touch. And so of course I had to reciprocate. T: Sitting right there in the main passenger section of the plane, you two masturbated each other? P: Now Troop, we were in business class, in the back row so no one came by, and the movie was showing. T: And he made you come with his hand? P: Oh it was lots of fun - I scootched down and spread out so he could get his finger inside my panties. He did a very nice job on my clittie with just one finger. T: And you made him come too. P: Well at first he said he wouldn't be able to come from the discreet stroking I was able to do under the blanket. But I got over that barrier by telling him a silly little typical male fantasy story - about a high school boy who finally gets to do it wi th his "just friends" little blond cheerleader in the back seat - actually, Troop, it was loosely based on what you WISH happened with Peggy Denkweiler. T: So Princess, you are calling me up to ask permission to have sex with this guy, like we are supposed to with each other BEFORE we do it - but you've already had sex with him! P: Honey, no I did not! We were just flirting a little, and happened to both come. That's not really having sex. T: I can just see it in divorce court - no, Your Honor, there was no adultery, just a little friendly mutual masturbation.' P: Well Troop I don't think you should get all technical about it - I'm following the spirit of our agreement and asking you for permission before we REALLY do it - I even told him you might say no. But if you want to get literal and legalistic, you know I am a lawyer too - and I say we didn't have sex. T: What are you talking about - the penetration rule in rape? P: Not just rape - the definition of sexual intercourse for other legal purposes requires penetration too. Take consummation - if two people went through a marriage ceremony and did what Joe and I did, they wouldn't have been considered married yet, as lo ng as the law required consummation - would they? T: Actually I think you're right - not bad, Princess. P: And really, if you think about it, some women can come just from squeezing their thighs together, when they are turned on enough - so I've been told - wish I could! T: So what? P: Well suppose one of those women is flirting with an attractive man, and she gets turned on talking to him, and gets off by squeezing her legs together - you wouldn't say she had sex with him just because she came? T: Yeah, but you jerked this guy off. P: Honey, it was much more subtle than that - I entranced him with my story-telling ability, like Scheherezade, and amplified that a teeny bit with some gentle stroking. I mean suppose there's a really quick-trigger guy who can get off from just rubbing h imself against his underwear without using his hand. Now - imagine he's flirting with this sexy woman, and SHE comes from squeezing her thighs together, and HE notices, and comes from the friction of his pants, even though they haven't touched. They haven 't had sex, right? T: I never heard of any guy who came from just the ordinary friction of underwear. P: Oh, sweetie, I'm sure there are such men. And if there are, I'm right aren't I? T: Maybe in your hypothetical, Princess, but really you and this guy DID touch, in fact you hand-jobbed each other, and that sounds like having sex to me. P: Well honey, I called up to ask your permission about tonight, but if you don't want to say one way or another I think I've fulfilled my side of the bargain. T: Ok - you've done your lawyering bit. So who is this fellow? P: His name is Joe Delvecchio, and he's a partner in McDowell - you know, the consulting firm - and as I said, he has a twelve year old kid named Billy - and he happened to have the seat next to me on the flight this morning, and we are going out to dinne r in an hour or so. T: Married or divorced? P: Oh he's married - to a very attractive woman, Amy - a commercial artist - he showed me her picture. They have a sort of arrangement, too, though not quite like ours. In fact he told me they were fantasizing just last night that an woman would sit next to him on the plane, and he would sleep with her, so I'm really already in their fantasy life. You know, Troop, if Joe and I hit it off, the four of us might end up getting together - what do you think about that? T: Princess, we have enough complications in our lives as it is. P: Sweetie, where IS your spirit of adventure? T: Adventure - my God! ... You know Princess, it's been a long time since you actually invoked our arrangement. P: Well honey I don't very often meet men I want to go to bed with, other than you. T: And Michael. P: Well honey that's different - he's family. T: An interesting way to describe incest with your brother. P: And really he and I go back a lot further than you do, sweetie. But that's beside the point - you talk as if I'm some kind of slut, but in fact I'm highly monogamous. T: That's right - all you do is pick up strangers on trips, and fuck them, and then call me up in the middle of the night to tell me about it in detail afterwards, with taped excerpts first of you screaming like a cat in heat, and then making me out to be a pathetic cuckold to this man I've never even met. P: Well honey it's not like you'd rather it was someone you knew! Anyway it's very unfair of you to allude to that little Denver indiscretion. I certainly more than paid for any imagined transgression there - that brutal sadistic spectacle you arranged - I'd think you'd be the LAST person who'd want to bring that whole episode up again. T: Princess, you are really something else... So what is it about this guy that makes him different? P: Well, let's see. It's partly just intuition and chemistry, of course. But he passes every test on my checklist too: he likes his own body, but not too much; he's really interested in sex for pleasure, not just to keep score; he likes women; he's smart; he has a good sense of humor; and I think he's kind, a nice guy - though that's the hardest one to be sure about - but hey, it's also not completely necessary when a gal's just lookin' for a pleasurable fuck! T: In short, he's a total male paragon, huh? P: Honey, if you're worried he might be any kind of rival to you - no, there is absolutely no chance of that. He is more like Michael - the sensitive sweet type. You know how hot I can get for men like that, but you also know that I couldn't really ultima tely go for one. I NEED someone like my big old dominant Trooper man - not that anyone else is really like you! T: Princess, I'm such a sucker for you... So you two actually did it in the plane? P: Well, I think my legal argument persuasively showed that we did not exactly do IT - but I did tell him that we had inaugurated each other into the junior division of the mile high club. T: And you ARE hot for him? P: Honey, I'm lying here on the bed in my hotel room - I'm feeling all tingly - my nipples are hard and my pussy is wet - I'm remembering what you and I did this morning, and what Joe and I did on the plane, and I'm imagining what he and I will do in a fe w hours, and then what you and I will do when I get home and I tell you all about it, and how big and hard you will get, and how wet I will be, and how I will be puffy and sore the next morning from all the fucking you and I will do on top of all the fuck ing Joe and I are going to do - and my mind just fills up with fire, and smoke, and bodies, and sweat, and hair, and come, world without end. T: Amen, Princess. P: Troop, are you sitting at your desk, in your old tilt-back chair? T: Yep. P: Remember when I stopped by for lunch, and gave you that nice little blow job while you were sitting in that same chair. T: How could I forget? P: You said we couldn't do it your office - even though we had done it in mine, that time when I'd just got my new leather partner's couch - you said your office wasn't private enough - and I said I could get down in the well of your old metal desk and su ck your cock, and no one could see me if they were just walking by, or even if they stopped at the door. And I did kneel down in there, and I opened your suit pants, and I took your big old thing out. T: I didn't think I could even get hard, much less come. P: But I showed you, didn't I? T: Yes you did, Princess. P: On Thursday night I'll probably get home about midnight - you'll be asleep. T: I hope so. P: Would you rather get a good sleep, or shall I wake you up? T: I think I'd like you to wake me up - I may be awake anyway, thinking about this. P: And should I tell you all about what I've done - all the details? T: Yes, absolutely. P: And you'll get hard, hearing about the things I did with Joe, and the dirty things I said to him, and how I came, and how often, and maybe how he came all over my face, or on my tits, or in my hair? T: Yes, Princess. P: And I'll be very wet for you - and then you'll take me - hard and fast. T: Yes - P: Missionary style, and I'll feel you all big and muscly and strong and hairy on top of me - crushing me - and you'll grunt and pound into me the way you do - and I'll spread my legs as wide as I can, and pull them up so you can go all the way in and fil l me, the way no one else can - because you have such a big cock, the biggest one I've ever had in me - and you are such an animal when you get hot, and you get SO hot when you are jealous of another man who has fucked me, even if he couldn't fill me the way you do. And I'll come and come, and you'll come and shoot your stuff way up in my dark wet insides, and you'll bellow like a bull, and I'll lose my mind and scream and moan and tell you how much I love you and how much I love it when you fuck me... T: Princess, you are one of a kind. P: So I have your permission, Troop? T: Yes you do - have fun Princess. P: Are you hard? T: Yes. P: Touch yourself. T: Yes. P: Think about me, sweetie - but you might also think about Joe's wife Amy - she's slender, dark, kind of street-elegant, like New York Italian, a little tough looking - I get the feeling she's very hot... Think of a dark-haired woman, thin mobile feature s, all twisted in passion - small breasts, pink nipples, a dark bush ... Did I tell you what they call it when they make love before one of them goes on a trip? Flight insurance. T: Hey - you mean - our superstition? P: Yes - I think we may be kindred spirits. And tonight Amy will be imagining Joe doing it with the imaginary woman who sat next to him on the plane, and of course Amy is imaginary to you, Troop, now, just like Joe is - and maybe she will be with you toni ght - and then the two of you will be imagining together, Amy imagining me, you imagining Joe, putting yourselves together, and maybe us together ... T: Hey Princess - ya got my head spinning - that's too deep for me - go get yourself laid and have fun - it's meeting time, I gotta go. P: I love you, Troop. T: And back to ya, Princess. -End of Chapter 3- -- Story Submission: <URL:mailto:story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Moderator Contact: <URL:mailto:story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site (could be better): <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/>