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Subject: {ASSM} "Daydream" by deirdre (MF, fantasy) -- rp by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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Date: Thu, 05 Jan 2006 07:10:01 -0500
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Daydream (MF, fantasy)

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with original comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
for next Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Mon, 24 Jan 1994 05:57:07 UTC
Subject: Story: Daydream
Lines: 93


Daydream
by deirdre

I admit it. I stared out the front window. Our neighbors next door were
having their house painted, and I was watching the kid who was doing
it! He must have been a college kid, earning money in his spare time.
It was hot and he was wearing nothing but cutoffs. I stared at the
tanned form of his back. I wondered if he was on some sports team--he
had the right build, but I guess then he wouldn't be doing odd jobs. I
wondered if he had some little college girlfriend.

I had some work to do on the front yard. It was awfully hot, really too
hot to work. The boy must really need the money. I slipped on a bikini
and then pulled some cutoffs over the bottom. I went out front, ready
to pull some weeds. I couldn't watch him while I worked without being
really obvious and wondered if I should have stayed inside so I could
see him better. I wondered if he had noticed me or if he were watching
me. I may have 15 years on him, but I'm not bad in a bikini.

I looked back at him. He wasn't on the ladder, but was stirring some
paint, and looking in my direction! I quickly looked away. He *was*
watching me. I worked, nervously.

"Hi!" I almost jumped out of my skin--he had walked up behind me.

"Oh, hello," I returned, standing up and turning to him. I brushed the
dirt and weeds from my cutoffs. Then I felt like I should have stayed
kneeling and should have looked up at him in a confident way. I just
didn't have it in me to remain cool and collected.

"It's really too hot to be working," he added. I knew that. I wondered
what he thought of me. Of my body. The older woman. Did he even think
of me in that way? Or was he just interested in those *little girls*?
*His own age* I mentally added, berating myself. What would it be like
to be his little college girlfriend?

"I just can't stand to see this garden needing weeding like this," I
improvised. "Do you do gardening too?" I asked.

"Oh no," he said, laughing. "You're on your own!"

"Well, I don't need any painting done," I said. Not too bright, but I
was getting jittery. Did he know what he was doing to me?

"Don't work *too* long!" he added with a laugh and then he turned and
went back. I stood there like an idiot, watching his back. It was too
hot to work. I wondered what my hair looked like. I gathered my things
and put them away in the garage and went back inside. I went to get
some iced tea. But I got a wine cooler instead.

I sat in the kitchen, drinking my wine cooler. I don't usually do
that... I *never* do that during the day--it must have been I was still
agitated from meeting that boy. I wondered again what it would be like
to be his little college girlfriend. He'd lead me to his dorm room
which would be messy, with posters of girls and rock bands. He'd turn
around and kiss me. With such a careless motion, he'd turn and capture
my head. Our tongues would be gently meeting. He'd slip his lips away
from mine and whisper in my ear "I *want* you!".

I awoke from my revere and again wondered at myself, sitting in the
kitchen, daydreaming like that. I took my cooler into the living room
and sat looking out the window. He was still there, painting. His back
still bare. I thought of him in the dorm room, taking his shirt off,
then slowly undressing me. I had my cutoffs unzipped and my fingers
were in the front of my bikini bottoms. He would have me nude, and pick
me up as if I weighed nothing, and gently lay me on the bed. Laying on
my back, I'd put a hand on his chest as he sat next to me and I'd
caress it. He'd run his hands up and down my body, then caress my
breasts, then finger me between my legs. His eyes would be locked on
mine. My fingers would go to the waste of his shorts and slip into the
waste band. He'd smile, remove my hand, lean down to give me a little
kiss, and then stand and take off his shorts and briefs. I'd know he
had them off even though I couldn't take my eyes from his. He'd get on
the bed and straddle me, looking down at me. 

Finally I'd glance down and see his cock, hard as a rock. He'd take my
hand and put it on his cock and I'd encircle it in my grip and squeeze
it gently, over and over, rhythmically. I'd watch his face as his mouth
opened and his eyes glazed over. I'd smile. Then I'd slow my rhythm and
start caressing his cock, lightly, along the lower edge. He'd come to
himself and look at me again and take my hand away. Then he'd kiss it
and then lean down and whisper in my ear "I *want* you... *now*!" He'd
start shifting positions and I'd know I could never stop him. I'd see
his mouth flit between a smile of pleasure and another look...of pure
need.

He was stirring the paint again, just like before when he was watching
me. I came and came.



		
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