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The last time I didn't feel like writing something for a while I went 
back and found some old piece of shit that I'd done but never posted. 
It was just a simple fuck and suck story, and I put it up just to keep 
a lot of assholes from bugging me to write something else, cause I was
busy at the time. Checking my stocks and bond portfolio, if I recall.
Much to my surprise, I got a ton of positive reaction to the piece,
which only goes to prove that Barnum was right.

Anyway, my last one was one of those with humor and jokes and blood, 
sweat, toil, and tears, and the reaction wasn't nearly as good. Why I'll 
bet I got less than 2,000 e-mails about it! So since I've been busy again 
lately, (just closing a big real estate deal to buy six shopping centers
in Texas) and since I haven't felt like writing anything new, here's
another old piece of shit for the horny moron crowd.
You know who you are.

I wrote this one a long time ago, too. Probably 10 years ago, come to 
think of it, when I was still in my 60's, and before the prostate operation 
which left me sterile. Or was that impotent? I forget, the fucking doctor 
had me on so many drugs. Actually that was the only decent part of the 
whole thing.

Fucking doctors. They're worse than lawyers if you ask me. Walking around 
with this "god" complex when everybody knows that 98.6% of the time you'll 
get better anyway. The only thing they're good for is giving out drugs, 
and even then they usually won't give you what you want! Most lawyers
have decent drugs, at least the ones I deal with do or they don't get my
business.

And plumbers. Talk about a bunch of scumbags! $50 to visit your house 
and look at a fucking pipe! You think anybody gives me $50 to come to 
their house and write a goddamn story? No way. I did have a guy once 
offer me $50 for a peek at my weenie, but I didn't think it was worth 
it. My weenie, I mean.

If I'd known way back then in 1954 that I could have bought 9 shares
of IBM with that $50, you can bet I'd have whipped my zipper down in
nothing flat. Of course I was only 32 then, and didn't start watching
every penny and investing in the market until I was nearly 40. You think
a fucking stockbroker would have told me that back then? Leeches.
Charging me commission on my own money! Bloodsuckers.

And don't get me started on the fat lady at the dry cleaners. Bitch. 
She wants $17.50 to clean 2 pairs of pants and a crappy old shirt. Hell, 
that's more than I paid for the damn clothes 20 years ago! What is this 
country coming to????

About the only decent people I can think of are the garbage guys and 
the girl who delivers my newspaper. I have sympathy for the garbage
collectors even though they make over $100,000 a year and belong to the
International Brotherhood of Thugs because who the hell wants that job?
It's worth it to me to pay them off. And as far as the girl goes, well,
she's just 13 years old and cute, and it's nice to see the youth of the
country engaged in earning their own money and learning about the free
enterprise system.

Anyway, she's the one who brings my drugs along with the Friday paper, 
and that's a real convenience, especially since I fell down and broke 
my hip. I hope I'm still around in another five years when she turns 
18, because then I can show her my stories and maybe jerk off in her 
face.


The Swimsuit - by MIKE HUNT


The TV blared some mindless sitcom, the laugh track so obviously
phoney I wondered why the producer even bothered. It was a Tuesday night
and I was killing the evening alone at home. My wife had left on an
afternoon flight for a business trip which would keep her away until
Friday. She was shooting a commercial in Dallas with some hunky TV
star - I don't even know who, and if she had told me the name wouldn't
have meant anything anyway, cause I rarely watch TV. Anyway, there I
was minding my own business when the phone rang. It was one of June's
co-workers at the ad agency. Tina, and as the words tumbled from the
tiny speaker in the handset I could tell she was in a panic.

"Mike," she said, "we have a crisis at the agency. That presentation 
tape that June worked on last week for the big Kramer pitch...we have 
to make some changes. They just sold one of their divisions."

"Yeah, well, June is on her way to Dallas," I started.

She interrupted, "I know, I know. I'll talk with her when she gets to 
her hotel. But in the meantime, all of the raw tapes are at your house. 
God I hope they are. I can't find them anywhere around here. All we have 
at the office is the finished piece. We need the raw material to
reassemble the tape."

"Well if they're here, you're more than welcome to them. But I wouldn't 
know which is what. You'll just have to root around in her office to 
find them." June's office was always a blizzard of audition tapes, field 
footage, demo tapes from camera guys, and god knows what else. "Why
would they be here?" I asked.

"June did the edit plan for the piece. Remember, she worked from home
a couple days last week?" I shook my head, as though she could hear it
through the phone. "Can I come over now?" she pleaded.

"Sure, sure. See you in a while." I hung up, and looked around to see
if the house was presentable. Just a couple of pillows out of place in
the living room and a Fritos bag on the floor and an empty Coke bottle
on the end table. And a few magazines strewn about. No big deal. I took
an old bathrobe from the clothes hook by the front door and wiped some
cat puke from the foyer floor, then got out a broom to clean the front
porch before I ripped up the old subfloor in the kitchen and put down
some new linoleum. A few minutes later I was done.

Another 20 minutes passed, and the doorbell rang. It was Tina, and I
invited her in. She was still dressed in a business outfit but packed a
strong visual wallop anyway. Tina was a doll. Literally. Though barely
5 feet tall, Mattel could have used her hourglass proportions and
sculpted face to sell a million. I guess I like my women short; the
wife is barely 5' 1".

I led Tina to June's office and told her to help herself. In less than 
10 minutes she poked her head back into the living room, arms full of 
tapes, saying she had found everything she needed. I asked "So you're 
running right back to the office to reedit the piece?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "We can't do anything until tomorrow when the 
studio opens. But it won't be any big deal now that we have all the raw 
footage. Whew. What a relief."

"Well then, how about a beer?" I offered. "You look frazzled."

"Thanks, that would be great," she responded. "I feel frazzled. Do I 
really look it?"

"Fraid so," I said. "A double frazzle with sugar on top, actually."

"Yeah, that's how I feel, I guess." She paused for a moment, as if to 
catch her breath. "But now everything's fine. Mind if I run down to the 
ladies' room and see if I can un-frazzle at little?" she asked.

"Help yourself," I offered. "I'll pour the beer."

She reappeared a few minutes later, her face scrubbed and hair combed. 
And she had taken off her jacket and unbuttoned a button or two on 
her blouse. She looked, and apparently felt more casual.

As she came in she said "I noticed a bathing suit in the bathroom. What 
is June doing with a bathing suit here in November?"

"Oh, we have a hot tub out back. We don't really use it much...you know, 
the novelty has worn off. It's still a kick once in a while, tho'. But 
I have to take that suit back,"

"Why?" she asked.

"June says it makes her look fat. I think it's sexy as hell, but she 
told me she'll never wear it again," I explained.

"Sorry to break the news, but stores don't take back bathing suits after 
they've been worn, even once. It's uh, personal clothing,
like lingerie and underwear..." her voice trailed off.

"Oh great," I groaned. "Now I'm out $90."

"Well maybe not. I'm about June's size. Maybe I'll buy it from you," 
she said.

"Are you serious? half-price, how's that for an offer?" I said. "That 
way you get a deal, and I'm not totally shafted. Go ahead, give it a 
try."

This particular suit was a gift for June for use in the hot tub - I 
knew she would never wear it at the beach. It was such thin material, 
and while not quite a thong, had just a 2 inch wide strip of cloth that 
went up the crack of the ass. It was a one-piece that was really two 
pieces, a top and a bottom, which just fastened together with a couple 
of strips of cloth, kind of like suspenders. I didn't think Tina knew 
what she was in for. Still, I hoped to salvage at least some of the dough.

>From the bathroom down the hall, I heard her exclaim, "Oh my god." Then 
she laughed aloud. "Jeez, I'm not even sure which part of me goes into 
which hole!"

"You're a bright girl, you'll figure it out," I called back. I already had.


When she finally came out, she had a towel wrapped around her hips. 
The top of the suit covered her tits, though just barely, with the low
neckline squared off at the bust. A diamond sort of shape was cut
in below her breasts, and at the right angle you could see a sliver 
of flesh beneath them. I laughed. "The, ah, bottom...not enough bottom?" 
I said. "Oh I have enough bottom," she giggled. "It's sticking out all 
over the place. I didn't realize there wasn't any material down there."

"Well that's the fashion these days, you know. Maybe you'd be comfortable
with it if you just uh, got comfortable with it.

"I'll keep my towel, thanks," she replied, cocking an eyebrow as she
watched my reaction.

The suit was also uniquely constructed in that there were no cups inside 
the top. It was just a piece of fabric, cut to act as a combination bra 
and top. It certainly did the job, and I could see the faint outline 
of her nipples pressing against the other side of the cloth. She had 
small pointers, but I stared at the hard tips as they became clearly 
defined through the thin material.

I looked up and realized she had been watching me eye her tits; 
perhaps that's what caused her nipples to grow. I said, "Before you
decide, you really ought to try it in the water. The hot tub is right
out back and it's fired up." I didn't say that I'd noticed that water
had a very special effect on the suit. That's one of the reasons I
wanted June to keep it, because my eyes had practically fallen from
their sockets when she got wet and then rose from the water. 
I'd have to have been dead not to notice.

"OK, if you really think so." She looked at me. "Where is this hot tub?"

"Right out back. Here, I'll show you. I have to take off the cover, 
but other than that it's ready to go," I told her.

"Are you going to join me?" she asked innocently.

"Absolutely," I said. I rubbed my hands together for effect."You grab
some more beers from the fridge, and then come meet me out back. It's
just down this hall and to the left. Back porch."

I fairly ran out back and wrestled the top off the tub, then ran back 
to get my bathing suit. I had a choice, either my floppy trunks or the 
blue speedos. I chose the tighter fit. I got back to the hot tub just as
she was climbing in. She dropped the towel only at the last minute while 
she was facing me.

"Really don't want me to see your butt, huh?", I joked. She blushed. 
"That's OK, I understand. It is a little revealing, but of course that's 
why I bought it Do you think you would ever wear it out at the beach?" 
I asked.

"Sure, I don't mind having people look at me on the beach, as long as 
they're people I don't know and won't see again," she replied. "In fact, 
I kind of like it. I work very hard to keep myself in shape."

"And a great shape it is, too," I noted.

"Thanks," she said. Suddenly she cried out. "OUCH. Oww."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Something just pinched me in the ass," she said. It couldn't have been 
me; I was way too far away. "Right about here." Her hand ducked under 
the surface of the water and she fumbled around.

"Got it?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "And it's still there, all of a sudden. Ow! There 
it is again! Would you take a look?"

She stood up and faced away, and I looked at her cute ass cheeks sticking 
out of the bottom of the suit. She twisted part way around and pointing 
to the strip of material between the globes of her bottom, said "It's 
somewhere right in here."

I reached for her, and took the strip of material between my thumb and 
forefinger. As I tugged first up, then down on the material, I realized 
that I was only an inch or so from her anus as my finger was scraping 
along on her butt. I moved my hand further up, then further down, until 
my finger was nearly touching her pussy, then moved it back again. I
thought I detected a sigh as she bent over to give me a better angle.
Suddenly I felt it, and my fingers dug in.

"I've got it," I cried. "I think it's the other half of the little plastic 
tab that holds on the price tag. June must not have pulled it out when 
she took off the tag." My fingers tugged at the material and I twirled 
it around in my hand. "By the way, nice, uh, ass," I said. I could barely 
ignore the beautiful buttocks now staring me right in the face.

"Thanks," she said. "But are you sure you got it? You better be sure. 
Maybe there's another one there, too?" She twisted around and looked 
at me.

Duh.

"Let me check," I said. My hand returned to the thin strip of cloth, 
only this time I let my fingers dig more deeply across it. So as I moved 
my hand up and down, I was scraping all along her cheeks, including right 
over the pucker of her pretty little asshole. I moved my hand down,
exploring further and further, pushing up between her legs, until my
finger was brushing against her cunt lips. She made no movement to stop
me, and I pressed my advantage, stroking my eager fingers across the
slippery hot flesh. I continued wiggling my fingers beneath the skimpy
cloth, and she wiggled her butt in grateful reply. I poked and prodded,
my eager digits sliding over the folds of skin and slipping in and out
of her in a gentle travelogue of sexual exploration. I could have
continued the play for hours, but I felt one of her hands reach back
for me and watched as it found my thigh and then moved higher. Without
so much as turning her head, her hand found the mark, and she began
rubbing me though the elastic shorts that had so recently changed
their shape and dimension.

"Oh, if that's what you want, help yourself," I said, lifting myself 
out of the water and sitting on the edge. She moved toward me. Her
fingers went to the waistband of the suit, and she ducked one of them
inside. Then as I had to her, she moved her hand around, testing the
material between her thumb and forefinger. After a minute or so she
went for one of the elastics around the leg where my dick was beginning
to grow. As her finger dipped under the material, I could feel her
nail scrape along my balls, held tightly as they were in the
elastic shorts.

"Uh oh," she said. "I think I've found something. I don't think it can 
be left over from a price tag, though, it's too big." With that 
her hand draped across the front of the suit, her palm squeezing my
engorged dick. "Stand up," she said. I did as she asked. "You were
nice enough to take that thing out of my suit, so I'm going to take
this thing out of yours." And with that she reached up and yanked
on the sides of my suit, pulling it down to my knees. My dick popped
to attention. "Ah, the advantages of a private hot-tub," she said softly.
She moved in. "Ummm. Pretty. Now what can I do with this?" Before
I could offer a suggestion, she formed her lips into an "o" and put
the head of my cock directly between her lips. "Ymggfh! Gluuuck!
Lufft!" She made gurgling noises as she sucked harder and harder
on my dick.

I bent forward and undid the snaps on the top of her suit. "I just have 
to see these," I said mindlessly. "You've been teasing me with them
for the past half-hour," and I just have to have them. The top half
of the suit came off. My hands went down and cupped her full breasts,
her pointy nipples making their presence known in my palms.

She sucked and slurped up and down my pointed dick, making loud noises
with every pass. I was sure she was doing it for effect, because I had
never heard another woman make such a racket. "God, it sounds like
you're going to inhale me," I said. She answered me with a slurp.
I could feel her tongue working like crazy against my stiff rod inside
her mouth. More sucking noises.

"Some people like to look," she said. "I like to listen. I love the sounds 
of lovemaking. I like to talk while I'm doing it." She had stopped sucking. 
"I like to hear you talk, too."

"So do I," I replied. "But you're not making much noise at the moment."

"Oh I can fix that," she said. "But you have to help in the audio
department."

I got the message. I began to moan, and loudly. I was rewarded with a 
deep suck. "I wonder if you can put my dick any further back in your 
mouth?" I wondered aloud. She pushed her head down further, until I could 
feel the head of my dick bouncing against the back of her throat. "God 
if you just push a little harder, I think I could push it right down 
there." She pushed harder. "But I don't think I want to do that. 
I think I want to come in your mouth."

I was sort of asking permission, or at least giving a warning. Her only 
response was, "Mfft. Slurp. Glxxox. Flummp." She couldn't get the words 
out.

"Don't try to talk," I said. "I don't want those pretty lips doing
anything but sucking on me." I figured if she really didn't
want to, she'd let me know.

She tried again. This time she pulled her lips back until just the head 
of my dick remained in her mouth. "I want you to come, too. But I'd
like to take a shot at it myself.

"Well then turn around," I said. She was already twisting around, the
water swirling as she did, even before I made the suggestion.

I pulled the flap of the thong out of the way, and positioned my fuck 
pole at the entrance to her tunnel of delight. She started talking. "Oh 
you dirty boy. I think you're trying to do something nasty. Why I can 
feel something pushing against me, and I'll just bet it's your dick, 
isn't it?" She turned around and looked me in the eye. So that was her
game. Fine with me.

I pushed forward a little. As the head of my penis entered that slit 
I said "Oh no, I would never do something like that. Try to push my dick 
into you? Why that would be a very nasty thing to do. How could you ever 
think I would try to do that?" I continued looking her in the eye as 
I increased the pressure. I reached forward with both hands, and scooped 
them up under her breasts.

She grunted and pushed back a little further. I was now about two inches 
in, sliding slowly into the warm moist flesh. "Feel it? Do you feel
it?" A rhetorical question if there ever was one.

"uh," she said.

"uh-huh," I grunted.

I gave another forward push, and felt the delicious sensations along the
length of my dick as my groin slammed into her. She began moving in time
with my thrusts, and we kept perfect harmony with our motions.

My hands slid across her ass, around her midsection, across her stomach,
and finally up and under her hanging breasts, and I held them gently
as I continued bouncing against her.

She groaned and moaned, and occasionally muttered something like "Oh,
that feels so good," and I must have muttered something back, but for
all intents the conversation had ended, replaced with the animal noises
which are specially reserved for this particular act. There was more
sighing and grunting, when I realized that I was getting ready for my
climax. I recovered just enough brain power to give fair warning.

"I cannot tell a lie," I said. "I'm perilously close. All your teasing,
or maybe it was just how delectable you looked in that suit got me here
pretty quick. Can I just cum inside you?"

"Oh, don't do that," she interrupted. "I don't have any protection in, 
So let me know when you're ready and I'll finish you off in my own
special way."

"Well, if that's the way you want it. Get ready." I was on the verge. 

She quickly turned around and grabbed hold of my cock and began pumping
it frantically. She moved to put her mouth around me again, but slipped
on the slick surface of the tub and wound up with her face just an inch
from my dickhead. Suddenly she seemed engrossed, staring at my tool,
pumping it harder and harder. "Here I come," I practically shouted.
She continued pumping as my jism shot out, the first spurt catching
her just above her left eye on her forehead. She continued the stroke,
and the second spurt landed square on her nose. She began to laugh,
and continued working on me. She opened her mouth and set it right
on my dick as I continued to spasm, coating the inside of her mouth
with my spoogee.

As the waves subsided, she released me from her mouth and took a big,
loud gulp. She giggled. I couldn't help myself, and I did too.

Her eyes were shut tight, and she complained "It's sort of stinging. 
Could you find me a towel or something?"

"Oh, uh, sure, right away." I jumped out of the water and looked around. 
I couldn't find the towel she'd had on earlier, so I picked up my briefs 
and handed them to her. She used them to push as much of the gooey spunk 
off her face as she could, then sank back into the water and began to 
wash herself off.

I started to help, but mostly my hands flew to her tits and her pussy, 
and she really didn't need much help there. She didn't protest, however, 
and she turned to me and we locked in a passionate embrace, with a deep 
kiss that lasted for several minutes.

She was ready to go again, and luckily so was I. This time I had far
more control, and as I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the tub,
I moved between her legs with purpose, and pointed my weapon at her again.
As we moved together I entered her for a repeat performance.

I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow as she said "Take your time. I 
don't have anything to do until tomorrow morning."

"Oh yes you do," I said, as I pushed myself into her again.

* * * *

If you didn't like this story, I understand. I didn't like it much either, 
except for the part where I blow my load on her face. The first time 
I was actually involved in something like that I thought it was pretty 
gross, too, but then I just wiped it off and I could see just fine again.

I have a website with a bunch more stories, and you are the lucky recipient 
of this personal invitation to visit. If you've never been there then 
you are *really* missing something, because I've recently added a little 
picture of my wife. It's just a thumbnail, of course, because I didn't 
have the server space to put a picture of her whole thumb.

I'm very proud of the site, being its webmaster and all. Webmasters, 
now there's an honorable profession! At least I don't charge you to come 
look at my shit, and trust me, it's worth every penny.

The URL is http://members.aol.com/mrm1ke. Stop by for a smoke and a 
story and lots of other entertainment. One of the better things to do 
there is to keep clicking on the "reload" button and watch the counter 
change. It's a trip, believe me, I do it all the time!

If you liked the story, e-mail me. There may be no hope for you, but 
I do have a few others to share. Write to bannerboy1@aol.com. Fans and
flames to MrM1KE@aol.com. Note, the 2nd character in M1KE is a "one" (1)
not an "eye" (1). This writing is copyright 1997 by me. Like someone
else would claim it? That's why I give it away free. You can archive
it if you want, but it really isn't necessary since I know the
Talmudic Jews (rhymes with Dejanews) are keeping copies of all this
crap in the desert in some really big jugs.

Ha! And you thought there was going to be a "big jugs" joke here.

This story is mostly true, except her name wasn't Tina. But in case 
my wife gets hold of this, none of it is true, honey. And it wasn't Karen, 
even though she's the only other 5 footer at the agency.


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