Message-ID: <4239eli$9709191652@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4239.txt> From: "Tawny Hess" <tawny6@hotmail.com> Subject: My Story Parts I and II (Repost by Demand) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories.bondage,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5vu8fq$p24@bgtnsc03.worldnet.att.net> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Caution, this story is for adults only. If you are not 18, go elsewhere to read. Delete this and get off this newsgroup page! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Introduction: My name is Judy Hess, but I go by the nickname Tawny. This is the story of my journey down the road to a submissive sexual lifestyle. Some is true, some not, some I imagine will occur. Whatever the case, I hope the readers will be entertained and I hope I can gain some like minded friends on the internet. I have been fooling with e-mail and chat on IRC, PowWow and other mediums for a couple of months. Due to some bad experiences I will want to avoid phone conversations and revelations of my physical location. Likewise, having had my photo widely distributed on the net, I tend to be covetous of my pic. My personal background is that I am 28 years old and have reddish brown hair, shoulder length. I am 5' 8" tall and weigh 135 lbs. I am somewhat thin and tend to be active and athletic. (Played basketball and on the cheerleading squad in HS (Lots of gymnastics!). Also ran on the spring track team, without much success, but I still run regularly. I like outdoors things, hiking, biking, surfing etc. I am currently "between careers" and work evenings at various businesses as a hostess or waitress etc. (Love those tips!). I like this because my days are free for the beach and outdoors. Ah, and inquiring minds always seem to want to know.... I don't stand in front of mirrors and measure myself, but I wear a 35C bra, which I feel I fill adequately. My waist is still 25 (60 sit-ups a day). My hips are there and not fat (certainly not at 135 lbs.) Part 1: The Desire I met Roger at the beach one day. He seemed attractive to me, with a muscular body and a deep tan. We were both surfing and got to chatting on toward sunset. We found that we had several common interests. I was impressed by him, so I unabashedly removed my wetsuit while we were talking so he could get a better look at my body in a bikini. The water was pretty cold, so I knew my nipples would be quite pronounced through the material. I could tell he was interested, but he never asked for a number, or if he could see me again. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but then, maybe he was married or something. A week later, I ran into him at the cocktail lounge I work two nights a week. He was with two other men and at first he didn't recognize me, or so he let on. I smiled extra brightly and kinda hung at their table until he acted slightly embarrassed and said hello. He remembered my name and started a brief conversation. I was wearing a low cut gown with a slit leg. I made sure I bent over so her could see my better angles. I was afraid I was being too obvious, but I was getting desperate. He was really cute and very attractive. His friends were both good looking too, big and muscular. I wondered what these guys did for a living. I think he was in his late thirties; seemed mature and in control; things I like in a man. After a while the group got up and left. He didn't even say good-bye. I was hurt. I guess he didn't think as much of me as I thought he would. When I went to clear his table, I saw a card with his name e-mail address (we had discussed our interest in e-mail and computers on the internet at the beach). I could feel a rush up my back and suddenly I could feel my nipples rubbing lightly against my dress as I moved. I was sexually interested in him. When I got home I composed a short e-mail, then held it, not wanting to seem too anxious. I sent it the next morning though. The following night I worked another pub and got home about 2AM. I checked my mail, and there was his reply. He asked if I ever use chat rooms and if I ever heard of The Park. Well, I had. In fact, feeling a bit nasty one night I went to the adult section and spent some time in the male/female "anything goes" area. I had to laugh at some of the stuff going on, but I was actually excited when a guy would talk real dirty to me........anyway, back to Roger. I answered him that I had seen The Park before, and that I was planning to go to the beach the following day. The next day I checked e-mail before departing for the beach (I still didn't have this guy's phone number!) Nothing. Off to the beach. No Roger. What the hell was going on? I did see who I thought was one of his friends from the other night, so I dumped the wet suit again and did a little cruising, I know he ran his eyes over me, but he didn't approach me. When I got home I checked e-mail again and he left a message. He wanted me to choose a room at The Park and meet him there for some cyber chat at a time of my choosing. What to do? I realized at this point that I wanted sex with him. Here was my chance to lay a heavy hint by suggesting a sexually oriented chat room. But wont he think I am some sort of slut? If I want to have sex with him after one meeting, aren't I a slut? I was confused. I didn't think I wanted to marry this guy, but I did want sex. Guess I am a slut! I chuckled to myself. I decided to meet him in the I'm ready Male/female area, which is just one step above "anything goes" and one below the romance level.....I wanted to chat that evening after work (about midnight) or the next night at 1AM. I sent it. A moment after sending it I panicked, wanting to get it back. I just told a guy I had met only once that I want to have sex with him! Am I crazy? I started getting that feeling in my nipples again and ran my hand down to my crotch. I was damp. I was almost in heat! What the hell I thought........and left for work. That night I was working early shift at a topless bar in town. It was not my usual work, but the tips were fabulous and I would fill in for another girl when she could not meet her "quota". I am not the greatest dancer, but I can get into the music and I get a little charge out of all the men staring at my breasts. Tonight I felt particularly horny and actually couldn't wait to watch all of those men gaping at my breasts. Just before going on I applied some ice to my nipples so they would be at their maximum erection. The trick was keeping them that way under the hot lights, but tonight it wasn't a problem. I felt sexy and , well, .......ripe!. I didn't do a fancy routine, just some little aerobic moves and hugging on the bar etc. I was getting a pretty good amount of shouting from the audience. I turned away and unsnapped my top and slowly let it fall away. I could tell my erect nipples were a pleasure to the eye. I felt so damned sexy up there. Nude in front of all those eyes. My nipples standing straight up toward the ceiling on top of my firm breasts. My deep tan accentuating the shape. The tips came rolling in and I went around for as long as the manager would let me, swinging those knobs in front of those horny men with the dollars in their fists. Then I saw him! Right behind the front row, smiling. It was one of those guys that was with Roger. I wondered if he recognized me. He had a big smile on his face and nodded at me. he could tell I recognized him I think. I Think...........but maybe not. After all the other guy didn't, the one at the beach that afternoon. Or I didn't think so. Oh shit! what was I going to do? Now I REALLY felt like a slut. Here I was flashing my stiff breasts at all these guys with obvious glee. I ended my routine and got lost. I asked one of the other girls to cover the part of the room he was in and went to wait tables for a while. I was supposed to do one more round in about an hour. I hoped he would be gone. When it came time for my number I went through my routine again, but without so much excitement. I didn't use any ice this time, but when I took off the top, I could feel my nipples growing in an erection again. I couldn't stop it. I must have seemed very turned on to the crowd and the cheers shoed it (along with the money). I kept scanning the crowd, but he wasn't there, thank God!. End of show, wait a few tables and on my way home by midnight. On the way home I could feel waves of excitement gather in my loins. The thought of displaying myself in front of one of Roger's friends like a shameless slut and then talking to him in a sex chat area. Well, I thought, I will surely get what I wanted....sex with him...unless he is gay or something. I toyed with the idea of simply bailing, but why? I asked myself. I want sex with him, why not just do it. I was going to go through with it. I was going to throw my body to him in the hope he would ravish me. I never felt so cheap and so aroused. I began to hope that that was Roger's friend and that he told him about it. What was the matter with me!? Part II: First Session When I got home I found myself shaking with anticipation. I was feeling insatiable, so I got out of my clothes and just walked around the apartment nude. I felt good, I felt desirable. All those men had been looking at me tonight and now I was going to talk to a guy I wanted sex with on a sex oriented internet site. I was shaking as I dialed up the site and fumbled my way to the chat area. I registered myself as Tawny and waited. Several guys tried to chat with me and I would talk to each one for a moment, until I determined they were not Roger. Then Roger appeared, as Roger....who else? We were not talking about anything special, but could see other conversations all talking about crude sex. I remarked that it was enough to make you horny and he replied he had a remedy. It was open now, we were discussing sex and I let on that I was available...indirectly, but unmistakably. He messaged that he could be over to my apartment in just a few minutes....I accepted! As the doorbell rang I was just finishing putting on a short skirt and blouse. Casual but sexy. I opened the door and in came Roger in shorts and a t shirt. You could see all his muscles bulging through. He didn't waist time as he pinned me to the wall and kissed me longingly and lustfully, right there at the door. God! He is as horny as I am!, I thought. I wasn't expecting that, but my breasts were instantly aroused and were aching, just as his hands found them and his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. I was soaking wet already. I said it would be more comfortable inside, so he held my hand and led me into my living area. He said a few things...like he had noticed me on the beach right away the other day and he was glad I had e-mailed him etc. Then he became all hands and ravished me. He ran his strong arms over my body, pinching me lightly, stroking my shoulders and my stomach. He worked himself down my chest, removing my clothing as he went and working his mouth down my breasts, my stomach and down into my sensitive crotch where he found my clit and massaged it with his tongue with an expertise I never knew could exist. I instantly exploded in an orgasm, almost embarrassed by the show of readiness. He then stood and removed his clothing. I saw his cock fall free, half erect. It was enormous. I t was smooth and thick and had a well defined head that was swollen and smooth. His small slit was open and his lubricant could be seen as a small drip at the end. It looked to be about 8 to 9 inches long and it wasn't hard yet. I laid back on the couch and he offered me a hand to sit me up, then he knelt between my legs and placed his cock in my hand and said. "Take it and put it in if you like." I put the head against my wet slit and pulled it in slightly. He instantly enlarged and became harder. The head went in and he slid forward. As I watched the shaft disappear inside me I felt another orgasm begin to swell inside me. I could feel my walls contract on his shaft and he began to move his hips forward and back in a steady rhythm. I was getting what may have been the best fucking of my life. We looked at each other's eyes as he pumped his shaft deep into me and then way back out in long steady movements. His strong arms grasping my hips and his washboard stomach shining in the dim light of the room. I felt my orgasm wash over me, but he kept up his rhythm. I could hardly stand it anymore. The feeling was making me shake all over. I moaned and whimpered and he kept fucking me. It was some time, I don't know how long, when I felt yet another orgasm form. As my vagina convulsed I could feel him get rock hard. His face was twisted and his teeth clenched as he pounced into me and began to loose his orgasm. I could feel his warm cum fill my cunt and I could feel it ooze out around his cock and all over my hair and down my crack, to my anal pocket. He came more and more. For a moment I thought he must be pissing there was so much! He then pulled out and let his heavy cock rest on my belly where another ounce or so oozed out onto me. I was exhausted and fell asleep, or into some sort of daze. I awoke with a blanket over me, but he was gone! I felt like a cheap whore. I invited an almost stranger into my apartment to have sex with him. I knew little about him. Never even went on a date other than our sex encounter. Thinking about it, that is really what I wanted, but I am not supposed to do that, am I? I wondered why he left. As I went to the bathroom to clean up ( I could feel dry cum all over my body) I noticed the computer on. There was a nice note explaining why he had to leave (business appointment) and a promise to "make it up to me". All in all, I felt pretty good. He was a wonderful sex partner! No long conversations, no games, no sizing up etc. Just good sex, the best I ever had! I decided I would play this game a little longer. -- tawny6@hotmail.com -- +--------------' 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> /