Message-ID: <13266eli$9807221213@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13266.txt> From: harbowy@ix.netcom.com (matt harbowy) Subject: not self pollution (repost, 1994) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.swingers Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: harbowy@ix.netcom.com Path: qz!not-for-mail 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> X-Original-Message-ID: <35b50f13.162695317@nntp.ix.netcom.com> new story "not self pollution" an excerpt from a post to cybersex by matthew e. harbowy (c) 1994 may be distributed freely with permission Recently, my partner and I were invited to meet a group of couples at the Short Hills Hilton. Of course, as it wound up, the big group that was invited cancelled at the last moment. This would not spoil our fun. I had made reservations for us for the evening, and so we resolved to sit back and enjoy. After a couple of drinks in the Club, we were much more relaxed. I was dressed in formal-casual: sports-jacket and mock-turtleneck. g. was dressed in her white low-cut blouse and black skirt. We danced among the other people on the dance floor, her legs pressed together, her hips in constant motion. I led her for a while, teasing with a gentle hand on her hips, then she would lead me, rotating forward until her breasts would part and display before me, the fold of her cleavage as inviting as her shaven cunt. My hands rose above me as I shook, she looked into my eyes, saw my hands as though above her, felt my cock as though it were thrusting into her. I knew she was as wet as me, and a few dances were all the energy we could spend, at least now, at least in front of these people. We retired to our room after a while, where we explored the room for potential. Each new place is like an adult bookstore to us: if we shop at Wegmans or K-Mart, if we're browsing through Wanamakers or eating at Fridays, each place has a hidden sexual content. That is our game: to look at the couch and the bed, to check the posts, the chair, the desk. Poring over the convenience tray, stroking the walls of the shower, each provides a current and future possibility. The Hilton is a rare exception. It's a dominance and submission fantasy, where each request is followed gracefully with 'very well' and I'm sure, if you ordered a double ended dildo from room service, it would come with complimentary Hilton Astroglide Lubricant. Now, tonight was to be more traditional. We turned on the adult for pay channel. The set was playing a futuristic virtual world: a woman was strapped, moaning, naked, her eyes closed and she fantasizing as a machine gradually stroked a dildo in and out of her blond cunt-lips. The scene changed periodically, it was like a flashback for us as well. We lay naked before each other on the bed, watching the movie, surreptitiously glancing over at one another. Her thighs were barely intertwined with mine, i could feel her legs brush mine as we shifted, as we fondled, as we touched ourselves in the way we knew best. We watched the screen and remebered when we had done such things: a threesome, and four, and five, we watched the actors twist between and inside one another, furiously fucking at times, at others, gracefully exposed for us and teasing. I stroked my cock for her, her hands grasped up against her cunt for me. The actor with another woman, and I saw G. pressed up against her body. The actor slowly licking the cock of another, and G. saw my lips pursed as I rolled a condom onto him with just my lips and my desire. G. rolled her hands back and forth, I could smell her moisten, I could see her fingers cupping her clit and barely grazing her parted lips. At first, I lazily stroked my cock, but now in earnest, one hand twisted in an o, underneath the tip, catching slightly as I felt the silk skin of my shaft pull slightly with my stroke. I needed my breasts stroked, and my other hand was there, teasing my nipples, my entire flesh erect and on the edge. The suddenness. The actor moaning, and g. coming close and shaking, just slightly, and then she clenches. Her orgasm brought her leg just barely against my thigh, and I came, shaking in mirror to her, jumping to catch my come in her hand, moaning as she let it drizzle between my lips, licking her tongue aaginst her teeth as I swallowed myself, stroking her wetness on her taut nipples. We curled up next to each other, and whispered our happiness until we slept. It was just the two of us, now, and for our future together. 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