Message-ID: <17356eli$9811192019@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17356.txt> From: Nick <nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk> Subject: "A Brief Flirtation" by Nick (MF flirtation) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <3.0.1.32.19981108121924.007a5650@pop3.demon.co.uk> I sent this to assm a few weeks and it hasn't yet arrived. This is the second attempt A Brief Flirtation ------------------ by Nick (c) October 1998 (Dedicated to Catherine) Note that this story is provided free for entertainment. You may copy it and distribute to friends but you may not make money from it or any part of it without my agreement, nor must you claim it as your own. This story is copyrighted to me (Nick) and I ask you to observe that. This story is of an adult nature, containing some sexually explicit scenes. I do not intend either for me or the reader to break the law in any country where it may be read, and so if for any reason the law of your country forbids you from reading adult literature, do not read any further. ------------------ She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him, her eyes flashing. "Are you flirting with me?" He kept his eyes focused on the paperwork but he was aware of her gaze and even more aware of the seductive swing of her hips as she sauntered back towards him. He groaned inwardly. "Of course not." "Then what did you mean by that?" He looked up at her meeting her suddenly rapacious eyes as she sat on the corner of his desk. Too close. She was invading his personal space. "Absolutely nothing." She continued to gaze at him, a smile playing on her full red lips. She leaned towards him. "Well, who'd have thought it," she murmured, "so cool, so calm, yet under that icy exterior..." "I don't know what your talking about," but he couldn't help himself. He meant to look back at his papers, but couldn't resist a glance at the ample décolletage she presented him. "Do you like my breasts?" she asked quietly after a brief pause. "That's not fair." "Why not?" "It's like asking 'have you stopped beating your wife?' - if I say yes, then you'll assume I've noticed, if I say no..." "What?" He thought for a while, then looked up at her again. "No, I don't like them." She held her gaze. "I don't like your breasts," he went on. "The thought of unbuttoning your blouse and popping them free of your bra-cups has never even occurred to me." Another pause. "I have never even considered how your nipples would harden as I flicked them gently with my thumbs while I kneaded their soft flesh. The idea of rubbing, say, hand cream into those delicate mounds has never crossed my mind and if you thought for one moment that I would consider going further, removing your bra completely and laying you across my desk while I undid the catch on that provocative skirt of yours, you would be sadly mistaken." Her smile faded slowly. "Why would I, a happily married man, even think of slipping your panties over your hips, gently caressing your belly as I did so, to expose your luxuriant animal sex. To think that I would then delicately manipulate the folds of your most private parts until they became moist and let your juices stain the varnish on my desk, company property I might add, simply beggars belief. "As for me then doing anything to satisfy your mounting desires, let me disabuse you of that my dear. My overbearing interest in the job in hand would preclude any chance of my becoming erect enough for it to be worth removing my trousers, let alone climbing on top of you and driving deep inside your thrusting body as I clawed passionately at your writhing back. You may sigh and moan as much as you like, but it would have absolutely no effect on me." There was a silence which seemed to last for an eternity before he spoke again. "So no, I wasn't flirting with you. Do you understand?" Her mouth hung open for a few seconds before she answered softly. "Perfectly." e-mail: Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>