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Subject: {ASSM} It Started At The Bar [MF]
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It Started At The Bar

     By Mae East and Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>

     Written in 1995 on Adult Contacts BBS, (916) 338-4909

     *** Mae ***

     What follows is the first installment of a joint fantasy written
by Rajah Dodger and me. I say "joint", but it will really be
consecutive. One of us will write a part independently, then the other
will continue the story. We haven't collaborated on what we will be
saying; we will be as surprised as the rest of you. But that's part of
the fun. I hope it turns out well.

     *** Mae ***

     As I stalk into the hotel bar, I am totally wired.  It has been a
rotten day.  I got completely lost trying to find this place.  I've
gone from roaring down the freeway to crawling around the parking lot
looking for a space, but it was all useless.  I missed my evening
meeting, and now I have HAD IT!  I climb onto a bar stool and say to
the bartender (a little louder than necessary), "I want the biggest,
most fattening drink you've got!  I want alcohol and calories! I have
had it with the diet!" He laughs and goes to whip something up.  "I
have also had it with the suit," I say, taking off my gray flannel
jacket and draping it over another stool.  "And with the shoes," so I
kick off my black high heels under my chair.  "And with this blouse
buttoned up to my throat!"  I take off the brooch I'm wearing at my
collar and unbutton the first three buttons of my white silk blouse.
"I need to RELAX!"

     "I guess you do!" you say. I turn and see you sitting a couple of
stools away, smiling at me.  It's a nice smile, I think, amused but not
laughing at me.  I smile back.

     *** Rajah ***

     I come into the bar to kill some time before dinner.  There's no
poker game tonight because most of the training class is going out on
the town, and I don't see any reason to go up to the room and watch Dan
Rather.  A few other people seem to have the same idea -- there are
some couples in the booths along the wall, and a couple of the tables
are occupied.  I get a stool about halfway down the bar and order a gin
and tonic, then settle in for a spell when in you walk -- no, you
slouch, carrying your body like you were loaded down with a piano.  I
note the well-tailored business suit even as you kick off your shoes
and let everyone in the bar know how much you need to relax.

     "I guess you do," I agree, and I am happy to see an answering
smile on your face.  You never know, some people don't take kindly to
strangers, but you obviously had a hard day and I'm told I look like
the friendly sort.  I like your face, too -- freckles almost hidden by
the makeup (and not hidden where you opened the top of your blouse),
green eyes looking wearily back at me.  "I just got out of a training
session -- how did you wind up here?"

     You explain about the missed meeting, and we commiserate about
life and its injustices.  Somewhere along the way, I flag the bartender
and she refills both of our drinks as I move onto the bar stool next to
you. "You know, you ought to have something in your stomach to handle
those drinks," I suggest. You seem to freeze up, and when you respond
your tone of voice has the edge in it I heard when you walked into the
room. "Oh, and would you just happen to have some place in mind?"  "Not
really," I respond calmly, "I'm not all that familiar with this town
anyway -- I've been eating in the hotel.  But I've done my share of
that joy juice" -- nodding in the direction of your second drained
glass -- "and I would be adjourning for something more solid right
now."

     You look at me quizzically, then shake your head as if coming to a
decision.  "I know a place -- let's check it out."

     *** Mae ***

     "How about the Italian place next door?" I say. "I don't feel like
walking very far, and I know I shouldn't drive." "That's fine with me,"
you say.  "Would you hand me my shoes, please?"  I cross my legs to put
on each shoe, well aware that you are checking them out.  As I get off
the bar stool, I fall against you, not entirely accidentally.  "Sorry,"
I start to say, but you interrupt, "I didn't mind a bit.  Maybe I'd
better take your arm.  You seem a little wobbly."  "Right. Thanks."

     At the Italian restaurant we slide into a dark booth next to one
another. "What are you in the mood for?" you ask. "Pasta, the food of
love!"  I reply. "I've never heard it called that before," you laugh.
"Sure!" I say. "Italians are very romantic -- and sexy -- aren't they,
and Italians eat a lot of pasta, right? Besides, a good meal of pasta
in cream sauce makes me feel all dreamy and relaxed."  "Whatever you
want," you say, "I just hope you don't relax yourself to sleep right
here."  "Not a chance, buster," I say.  "The name's Roger," you say.
"What's yours?" "Oh, it's May," I reply.  "I just realized I've gone to
dinner with someone without even knowing his name."  "Come on," you
say, "I'm sure that isn't the most daring thing you've ever done.  Not
with a face and body like yours."  For a minute I think I ought to be
insulted, but decide that you're too likeable.  "You're right," I
laugh, and launch into a story about my college days.

     After a delicious dinner, we walk back to the hotel, uncertain
about what to do next, but not really wanting to part. We stop at the
door of the bar. "Would you like another drink?" you ask.  "Well, I
don't really need one," I reply, "but listen, there's a band playing in
the bar.  I'd like to dance." "Great!" you say, and we make our way to
the dance floor. There we melt into each other's arms, pressing our
bodies tightly together. With each number we seem to get closer, until
you are cupping your hands around my ass, and I am pushing my pelvis
into yours. At the end of the set we kiss, standing on the dance floor
until the lights come up.

     *** Rajah ***

     Our tongues dance to their own music as we realize the band has
quit playing.  Your body is sending messages to mine, and I am sure you
can feel my reactions below the waist from the last close dance.  The
band is taking its break, so I take the initiative, looking into your
smoky eyes as I suggest, "Might we continue this dance elsewhere?"
"Upstairs, perhaps," you reply, "You are staying here, aren't you,
Roger?"  I press my finger briefly across your lips.  "Answering a
question with another question is a habit I've learned to break -- your
answer is yes." "Well, then," as a grin crosses your face, "so is
yours."

     We leave the bar, arms draped around each other loosely, and get
into the elevator to my floor.  As the door closes, I move behind you
and wrap one arm around you, the other hand at your shoulder.  Nuzzling
my face into the back of your neck, I say "May, that's a wonderful
apple scent in your hair."  You giggle, "You know, Roger, that's
probably the first time anybody's ever commented on how my hair
smelled!"

     When the elevator door opens, I lead you by the hand to my room. I
turn on the entrance light, then cross to the TV set to turn the radio
on to the dance music station.  "I'll be right back --  I need to
refill the ice bucket. Would you prefer Coke, Diet Coke, or Sprite?"

     *** Mae ***

     "What I want is for you to bring your body over here," I say,
sitting down on the bed. "So who needs drinks?" you say, joining me.
"I've wanted to finish unbuttoning your blouse ever since I saw you
start it in the bar," you say, opening my blouse to reveal my ample
breasts in a pink lace bra.  "Ah, the real woman under the
dress-for-success suit," you laugh. You slide the blouse off my
shoulders and arms, and reach behind me to unhook the bra.  As soon as
my breasts are free, you take one in each hand, bringing your mouth to
one to suck the pink nipple. "Mmmmmm, that's good," I say, "VERY
relaxing." "It's having the opposite effect on me," you say. I reach
over and unzip your pants, freeing your erect cock.  "I've been wanting
to do this since our last dance," I say, sliding to my knees beside the
bed. Running my tongue around the head of your cock, I savor the
velvety texture.  Then I suck the shaft into my mouth, over and over
again.  "Ohhhhh, that's great!" you moan.  "But I don't want to come
yet. Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes, okay?"

     I stand up and take off my skirt, followed by my shoes, pantyhose
and pink lace panties.  "What an ass!" you say.  "It's as great as your
tits. I like a well-balanced woman."  "You're not so bad yourself," I
say, assessing your naked body.  "I like a nice round ass on a man, not
to mention those great shoulders, and of course the main event, which I
just had in my mouth." "Enough of this mutual admiration society," you
say. "Let's get into bed." And in we jump.

     *** Rajah ***

     We kiss, hard and hungry.  Your hands clutch greedily at my ass,
your nipples high and hot against my chest, the head of my cock rubbing
against your pubic bone.  My own hands are no less active, as I draw
lines with my finger nails from your shoulders down your spine to your
resilient cheeks. You wriggle from side to side, drawing gasps from
both of us.

     "My engine's overheating," I say, pulling slightly away and
rolling you onto your back.  "And besides, I gave you a free sample, so
I ought to get one in return."  As I bend down to suck each nipple,
teasing the little buttons into hardness again before moving lower, you
respond, "Do you need a guided tour?" You shriek, then giggle as I
suddenly swirl my tongue in your belly button.  "No, I think I can find
my way around." "I'll bet you can," you murmur, running your fingers
through my hair as I move my nose into position, taking a deep breath
of your most personal essence then using my thumbs to open your labia.
Quickly I lap the dew from bottom to top, drawing a responsive shiver
from you.  "Mmmm, I just love your sauce," I say, "what do you have
cooking down here?"

     Without waiting for your reply, I do my own investigation, drawing
each lovely lip between my own, moving my tongue across the delicious
flesh, savoring the tartness.  Your breath is coming in shorter gasps
now, and I take the cue to follow the trail to the top of the mountain.
As I settle in for a prolonged, wet, sucking kiss, my tongue-tip
teasing your budding clitoris, you let out a low moan and clutch my
head tightly.

     *** Mae ***

     "Oh, Roger, that was wonderful," I sigh.  "Now I want you inside
me." "Glad to oblige, ma'am," you laugh, as you slide up my body.  I
gasp as I feel your cock enter me for the first time. My cunt muscles
clutch its strong, hard length.  We fuck slowly at first, kissing and
hugging at the same time. When you sense that I'm ready to go into high
gear, you stop and pull my legs up to your shoulders, then begin
faster, deeper strokes. I become so excited that I toss my head from
side to side and cry out and come.  "Stop, stop, I have to rest a
minute," I pant.  You withdraw and lie down beside me.  "Am I too much
for you?" you ask with a grin.  "I didn't say that,"  I protest.  "I
just need to stop after coming, because I get too sensitive.
Especially after a come like that one."

     *** Rajah ***

     You look down, a pleased smile playing on your moist lips. "Why,
Roger, you're still standing!  Let me do something about that."  I lay
back and you straddle my chest, sliding your hips back toward my head
as you lie down, casting a hot breath over my pulsing flesh.  As you
take me into your mouth, I close my eyes and squeeze your lower back
and ass, surrendering to the feelings.  "Oh, May, just keep that up!"

     "Gee, and I thought the idea was to bring it down?"  With that,
you swirl your tongue, drawing a gasp from me.  You cup my balls with
one hand, while the other probes lower down.  I open my legs in reflex,
giving you better access while I start moving my hips in counterpoint
to your head.  "Oh, oh, oh May, don't stop," I plead as I finally lose
all control, jerking joyously into your mouth, burying my sounds of
delight between your legs.

     You look over your shoulder as I relax, and comment "You have good
hands, lover -- I hope those prints on my ass will come out." But you
temper the remark with a chuckle and turn around so we can embrace for
a soft, liquid, post-orgasmic kiss.

     *** Mae ***

     We turn off the lights and snuggle up together, and soon I hear
you breathing in the soft, deep rhythm of sleep.  Before I fall asleep
too, I think about the pleasures in store for me in the morning.  Or
maybe even sooner -- I wouldn't put it past you to wake me up in the
middle of the night for more fucking!  And after tomorrow morning,
well, who knows? I don't have a crystal ball.  I just know that we had
a fabulous time tonight.  And am I ever RELAXED! Zzzzzzzzz...

***** {END} ***** Completed 1995-12-13, 2305 words

Copyright (c) 1995 Rajah Dodger and Mae East (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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