Message-ID: <6230eli$9802191256@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Charles Thain" <okiquit@hotmail.com> Subject: Portland Ch. 11 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19980219131841.8479.qmail@hotmail.com> My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 11 of 30 (mf ff mff) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. Send comments to OKIquit@hotmail.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was still raining steadily when I woke up alone, and a watery, gray light was filtering in through Ruth's bedroom curtains. I heard the shower running. "Jeez!" I thought, "I'm going to ORDER her to quit bathing without asking. Every time she starts smelling sweaty and sexy, she takes a shower!" At least her bed retained the powerful, musky smell of sex. I burrowed in and dozed for awhile, until Ruth turned back the covers on one side and slipped in next to me, delightfully nude. But she smelled like scented soap. I stretched out and wrapped her up with my arms and legs. "Hmmm," she murmured contentedly. "I think I've died and gone to heaven." "Why did you take another shower?" I muttered grumpily. "I thought you might like me clean," she said quietly. "I DO like you clean," I insisted. "But I also like you sweaty and wet and smelling wonderful. Next time you want to take a shower, ask me first." I flung off the covers on my side and walked into the bathroom for a piss and a drink of water. I quickly brushed my teeth. When I returned, Ruth was lying in the same spot, a worried look on her face. "You're not mad at me are you?" she asked. I looked at her, considering. "Maybe you could use a little discipline," I mused, "a little reminder that you DO need to take orders." She was silent, eyes downcast. I found a pair of scissors and a drawer full of panty hose, and in a few minutes Ruth was tied to the bed, spread-eagled on her back. I was careful not to cut off her circulation, but my knots were still good enough to hold her nearly motionless. My old Boy Scout skills came in handy. I stood surveying my handiwork, but the expression on my face must have been ambiguous. "What are you going to do?" Ruth asked worriedly. "I'm not sure ... but something will come to me," I said. My eyes fell on a brandy snifter on her dresser. It held odds and ends including a small, white feather that might have come from an old-fashioned boa. I sat on the bed next to Ruth's motionless form and she watched me closely as I leaned over and kissed her deeply. She sucked my tongue while it searched her warm, hungry mouth. After awhile I sat up and slowly dragged the feather over her skin from her wrist down the exposed underside of her arm to her armpit, under her breast and down to her waist. She shivered and shrunk away when I hit the "tickle" zone over her ribs. I concentrated for awhile on her left breast, drawing the feather slowly along the rounded underside then up between her mounds and over the top. I was pleased to see the nipple slowly stiffen, while her areola began to contract. Ruth closed her eyes and turned her head away, breathing deeply. I drew the feather slowly, right over the nipple, and Ruth stretched, arching her back to thrust upward. I drew the feather back over her nipple the other direction and she sighed. For five minutes or more I worked on Ruth's breast with the feather, until her nipple and areola were engorged and dark and she was panting with desire. "Ohhh, suck me baby," she pleaded, "Suck me please!" I ignored her entreaty. Then I stood up and moved to the other side of the bed where I began teasing her right arm, side and breast. This time I took even longer, concentrating on her reaction to each touch, making sure her level of arousal swelled up and up. I glanced at Ruth and found her face and neck flushed a delicate pink, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her mouth gasping for air. Her arms strained against their bonds, fists clenched. "Please. No more. PLEASE!" she moaned. I didn't answer. Briefly I stroked her neck with the feather, then I trailed it lightly down between her breasts, down the groove in the center of her stomach, into her belly button. After teasing her belly button for awhile, I replaced the feather with my tongue, with teasing soft touches. Ruth thrust her hips up eagerly when the feather passed lightly through her pubic bush. Then I was dragging it slowly down the inside of one thigh, then up the inside of the other. She twisted her hips and legs, whimpering, trying vainly to escape. Still I slid the feather slowly up and down her inner thighs, almost touching the puffy outer lips of her pussy where her thighs met her sex. She was still trying, straining to escape my light, feathery torture. I forced myself to continue, minute after minute. Finally, then, I tossed the feather away and knelt between her outspread legs looking down at her bound and straining form. My dick stood out straight, painfully hard, bobbing slightly. She stared up at me, panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her face. "Now!" she whispered eagerly, lifting her head. "NOW!" I leaned over and rested my weight on my elbows, my face only inches from her crotch. I pursed my lips and blew on her pussy, fanning the thick hair, enjoying the smell of warm skin and sex. I turned and stroked the creamy skin of her thigh with the wet tip of my tongue. Ruth gasped. I turned my head the other way and trailed my tongue tip up her leg, starting just above the knee and stopping an inch short of her crotch. My nose brushed her coarse pubic hair and I heard Ruth give a brief moan. Using short strokes, I licked my way up the top of her thigh to the little crease where it joined her hip. My tongue followed the crease down until I reached her hair. Then I turned my head and did the same on the other side of her sex. 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