Message-ID: <1698eli$9706251139@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1698.txt> From: waagh@aol.com (Waagh) Subject: 2nd attempt-Angie F/F 2/2 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> We decided two days later on a shopping trip. Neither of us had a car, so this meant riding the bus. It turned out we'd picked the worst possible hour to leave, and the bus was packed. After we had paid our fare and worked our way in, we found ourselves stuck between a large guy looking for all the world like the epitome of a Hell's Angel, and some fat fellow neither one of us wanted to get close to. We tried to face each other to chat, but soon we were bumped so close together we were looking over each other's shoulder. Well, not quite. My head was leaned against Angie's shoulder. If I were to let my chin drop, I would have my face buried between her breasts. Leg room was cramped too. Angie being larger than myself had her knee almost in my crotch. On top of this her moist breath was once again raising goose bumps along my neck. I felt my chest tighten, a sharp breath come into my lungs, and soon my body was moving on it's own again from proximity to this creature of my desire. I don't know how best to explain it other than to say the potholes in the road are bad, and the suspension of the bus were equally bad. I could feel each bump thrust Angie's knee into my crotch, and my body was a glowing flame in response. I couldn't swear it happened but I thought she was almost kissing my neck. The noise of the bus barely covered my moans. I still don't know if she heard me. My weak knees dropped me lower, almost certainly into her large soft bosom. Well not quite, but I could no longer tell. Her knee wasn't grinding against me. But it might as well have been, for shortly I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to the best of my ability. I had to have been flushed into a fresh red tint, but no one other than Angie would have seen it. And she was still looking over my shoulder. I thought so anyway. "Are you all right, Jane?" She sounded concerned as I gasped for breath. "I'll be fine as soon as I can get some air...," I managed, just barely in control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had come to affect me. "We'll get off here then, I don't want you to faint on the bus." "No, No," I faintly decried the idea, "I'll be fine, really." "I'll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd." She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted. I wasn't going to, but by then I knew I'd rather she thought I would, than she really know what had happened. We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a new dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So we stopped at the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in our company room. I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me. We laughed a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or actresses, finding we had lost track of who was sleeping with who. All the time in classes had kept us from staying current with the plot twists. After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled me towards her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender, unquestionably sexual, kiss. Then she pulled back again. "How do you feel about that?," she whispered, a twinge of fear in her voice. I was startled. Here I was terrified she'd find out about my desire for her, she was screwing up her courage to come on to me. I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was on the bus ride, and then, if she knew how I'd reacted on the statue. It took seconds to realize I didn't care. I could find out later. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her lips, those same lips she'd excited me with on the statue and the bus. I found behind them the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the passion of holding her tightly, her breasts against mine. She took the next step. It was Angie's fingers playing along the tips of my nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping grasp she used, and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me. I couldn't help moaning. She stopped our embrace and unbuttoned my blouse. I wouldn't stop her, she was taking charge of our lovemaking, something I found strangely exciting. I'd never had a woman at my breasts before. It was delightful to see her, eyes closed, worshiping my chest with her lips. I watched as her eyelids fluttered open momentarily, only to shut again in total pleasure. I'd never felt so sensual and aroused before. She undressed me as much as possible with her free hands as she suckled. After a few moments, her red lips released my breasts, and her hands pulled away my jeans. Not allowing her to simply strip me and be done, I began to pull her buttons open. She simply sat. She submitted willingly to my peeling off her clothing, pulling my fingers to her lips from time to time. Naked, we sat together, side by side. I carefully explored her body with my fingers, trying to elicit the moans from her to match the moans I couldn't hold in. After what felt like moments, but must have been an eternity, I heard a low tone escape from her lungs. Inside I rejoiced. Her tongue had discovered my neck though, and she was certainly in charge. After a few moments of nibbling and kissing my skin below the hairline on the back of my neck, she pushed me to my back. Her tongue traced a slow and ever so sensitive trail along my chest and tummy. When she reached my legs, she very gently worked back and forth from one leg to the other until she had worked down to my toes, sucking them, and back to my crotch. I was by now writhing, bucking up whenever I sensed her near my sex. Her breath tingled in the tiny hairs, drawing me towards her. She flitted her little pink tongue across my outer lips, sending a tingling heat radiating outward wherever she touched. Soon she touched the hot spot, and a jolt of sensation sent me into a humping wave motion, now making so much noise the neighbors must hear. I shoved a hand into my mouth, hoping to suppress the sounds sex brings out. Her tongue did lazy circles at my sex. It jolted me into stronger and stronger motions. And she found a way to get those wonderful soft fingers up to my nipples, rolling them softly, bringing out surprisingly sharp sensual feelings there too. A moment later I came. The bus had been a gentle ride. This was violently rough. I screamed into my fist, still in my mouth. My hair tossed from side to side as I rolled my head in total sublimation to the act. Angie had pulled my orgasm from me and it was a strong force, bouncing me against her face. Then I started to come down. Breathing deeply to recover my equilibrium, I could sense I was on the verge of unconsciousness. Angie moved up to kiss me, and held me. I clung to her, but soon my grip relaxed and I dropped into a light sleep. When I awoke, she'd been holding me for almost two hours. She smiled at me, a smile of deep affection. Her needs had waited, I smiled as she stroked back my hair and kissed me again. I wasn't going to let her just sit there. Inside my heart was bursting with joy, it was my turn to please her. -- -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /