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Subject: {KellyAdams} "Bedtime Stories with Kelly 3" ( MF )
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Hey! Bedtime Stories with Kelly are for Adults Only and contain explicit 
descriptions of sexual situations. If you are under the age of 18, go 
away; go watch "Dawson's Creek" or something.









Bedtime Stories with Kelly 3

Sorry I'm late; traffic was a bitch! Not to worry, I have
plenty of time tonight so there's no need for us to rush.
And the rain--God, just look at how sopping wet I am. I
really should have brought an umbrella. I'm going to have to
get out of these things before we get started. Do you want
to help me? I had a feeling you would! Come over here
then...

Start with my blouse, slowly now, don't get too excited and
rip off the buttons... Now my skirt, pull it down off my
hips and I'll step out of it. Next my bra, it's got a front
clasp, see, so you shouldn't have any problems. Ahh ahh, no
touching yet, just looking. My panties aren't really wet, at
least not yet, but why don't you take them off anyway?

Thanks, hon, you did a good job undressing me. Now where can
I put these so they'll dry? How about over here by the heat
register? I'll just lay them over some chairs. Remind me to
flip them over at some point so that they'll be dry all the
way.

Oh look, I'm completely naked now but you still have your
clothes on! Now that's hardly fair, wouldn't you agree?
You're going to have to strip and get naked before we begin.

Wow, you sure did that quick! How many times do I have to
tell you that slower is almost always better? Oh well, next
time I want a bit of a show, okay? All right then. Let's get
started on your story. Up into the bed with the both of us.

I want you to lie on your back for this one, and close your
eyes. No peaking! That's good. Tonight instead of a story
about me, I'm going to tell you a story about you! It'll be
a good story, I promise.

Before we get started, I want you to help me set the scene.
I want you to think of a woman. Not just any woman, I want
you to think of someone you know at work. Someone you want,
but for whatever reason is unavailable to you. Is there such
a woman? I thought so, there almost always is.

I want you to describe her to me. What she looks like, what
she smells like, what she wears. Mm, hmm. Oh yes, she does
sound quite beautiful. I can see why you're attracted to
her. I'd like to meet her myself someday...

I think we're ready to begin your story. Keep your eyes
closed, and let your imagination take over:

It all begins late one Thursday afternoon. The office is
nearly deserted, but you're trying to get ready for a big
meeting you have the next day. You're so engrossed in your
work that you don't hear her approach your cubicle and are a
bit startled when she raps her knuckles on the cubicle wall
to get your attention. You jump, but smile when you turn
around to see her standing there.

She says that she is surprised to see anyone else here so
late, that usually she is the last the leave. You explain
that you are working on your presentation for the next day.
She says that you look pretty tense, with the way you jumped
and all, and offers you a shoulder massage. She doesn't even
wait for an answer, she just comes up behind your chair and
starts to rub your shoulders. And they are tense, and her
massage does feel good. Soon you start to relax and let your
head lay back, right into the cleavage of her breasts. She
doesn't seem to mind, she just goes right on rubbing your
shoulders until all of your tensions have disappeared. She
is so close that you can smell her perfume, hear her
breathing, feel her heart beating. You are starting to get
turned-on when suddenly she stops. She turns and leaves, but
not before planting a chaste kiss on your forehead and
telling you not to worry, that she's sure that you'll do
fine tomorrow. You watch her leave down the hall before
returning to your preparations. You're relaxed now, but a
bit distracted. Still, you manage to finish up and get home
at a decent hour.

You dream of her that night. In your dream she is giving you
a massage, just like she did that day, except that the two
of you are both naked. You wake up with a raging hard-on,
which you alleviate while thinking of what it would be like
for her red, inviting lips to be sucking on your cock.

The next day your presentation goes well, and you notice
that she is smiling at you during it. After work she meets
you in the parking lot and offers to take you out for a
drink to celebrate. You drive separately to one of those
Fridays places and take a booth in the lounge. Over drinks
the two of you talk about work, but you are both subtlely
flirting. Every so often she'll touch your arm, or her foot
will briefly rub your shin, or she'll toss her hair back.
The evening ends early, way too soon as far as you're
concerned, with a hug out in the parking lot and a promise
that she'll see you again on Monday.

Over the weekend you can think of nothing else but her. She
is in your thoughts, your dreams, your fantasies. You come
to the conclusion that she is waiting for you to make a move
now and, no matter the consequences, you resolve to do so.

You remember what she had said about usually being the last
to leave, so on Monday you stay late and pay her a visit
over at her desk. She is happy to see you, and gladly
accepts your offer of a massage in return for hers the week
before. You spend several minutes nervously rubbing her
shoulders before working up the courage to make your move.
You move your hands slowly over the top of her shoulders and
down towards her breasts. If you were misreading her
signals, now will be the time that she stops you, but she
makes no move to do so as your hands cup her breasts.
Feeling bolder you unbutton the top of her blouse and slide
your hands under her shirt. She finishes unbuttoning her
blouse and removes her silky bra so that you can rub her
bare tits and squeeze her nipples.

Suddenly, she gets up out of her chair and embraces you,
kissing you passionately. She unbuckles your belt and undoes
your pants, reaching down in to rub your rapidly growing
shaft. Then she drops to her knees and takes your knob into
her mouth; she looks even better giving you a blowjob than
you had imagined she would!

Standing back up, she pulls off her panties from under her
skirt and asks you to fuck her. You lift her up onto her
desk, stand between her legs and insert your cock into her
wet, inviting pussy. She moans with pleasure and holds on to
you for dear life as you pound your meat up inside of her
until she comes. You ask is she wants you to pull out, but
she tells you to keep on fucking her until you come inside
of her. You are happy to oblige, and she comes a second time
before you finally explode inside of her, coating her
insides with your hot, sticky fluid.

I bet that's just the way you imagine it, taking her there
in the office, making love to her on her desk. Would you
like me to help bring your fantasy a bit closer to reality?
Keep you eyes closed and imagine that I am her.

My body is her body.

My mouth is her mouth.

My voice is her voice.

My lips are her lips.

My breasts are her breasts.

My nipples are her nipples.

My legs are her legs.

My thighs are her thighs.

My pussy is her pussy.

It is she who is now climbing on top of you, straddling you,
slowly lowering her self, oooooohhhhmmmmmmm, onto you. Can
you feel her as she fucks you, yessssss, ohhhhhh, yessss, as
she slowly fucks your hard cock with her pussy. Reach up and
take her breasts to your mouth. Oh, yesss. Yesssss. Cum
inside of her. Cum inside of her pussy as she fucks you.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes. Ohhhhh, Ohhhh. Yes.

You can open your eyes now. Did you like that? You did?
Good, I'm glad. Let me go see if my clothes are dry yet...
Oops, I never did get them turned over; they're still damp
on one side. I guess we'll have to think of something to do
while we're waiting for them to finish drying. Do you have
any ideas? Oh, you *naughty* boy!...

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The Fine Print: "Bedtime Stories with Kelly" are copyright
1998 Kelly Adams. Permission is granted to distribute as
long as my name and this notice are attached, and no
financial gains are made.

Visit my story site at http://www.asstr.ml.org/~Kelly/




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