Message-ID: <13062eli$9807151644@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13062.txt> From: <PTVStories@aol.com> Subject: <assm> New Story: "Sweet Inspiration" by Shelby Bush Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <f2af3459.35ac2922@aol.com> Sweet Inspiration (a true interlude) (C) 1998 by Shelby Bush. All Rights Reserved Please do not repost to any Usenet group without permission. ---------- You've been wondering when I would write again. So have I. This first small attempt is also an explanation for my return. -- Shelby ---------- All of the Shelby Bush, Tom Bombadil and Tom Trinity stories can be found at this address: http://members.aol.com/ptvstories ---------- Beverly and I have been friends for over fifteen years. Actually, I had known her since she was thirteen, a wild and rambunctuous teenager, sixteen years my junior. After all, her mother was my age, and was best friends to my wife. In fact, as I sit here and think about it, I believe her mother and my wife met when my stepdaughter and Bev "ran away from home" together. When my wife passed away a year ago, I remained friends with her family. Bev had abandoned the "wild life" and had been attending Nursing school. She graduated this May, and as a reward, she planned a vacation to Florida. The family invited me to come along, sharing expenses and providing some of the transportation by driving my car. We left for Florida on Thursday with Bev and her mother, her grandmother, and two foster kids (one seventeen months, the other seventeen years) along with three toy poodles going in one car (theirs), leaving around noon. I couldn't leave until after work, so I was forced to drive the first five hours by myself. I met them at a motel in Chattanooga in time to crash for the night. The next day, we drove from Chattanooga to Lake City, with Bev and Charity (the 17-year-old foster kid) and one of the dogs. The last leg was on Saturday, when we drove on to Ft Myers -- gaining another of the dogs along the way. All this way, and there was no mention, no motion, no indication from Bev that this week was going to be anything more than a simple family vacation. ... until Wednesday night. That evening, Bev asked me to walk with her along the beach. As we strolled in the surf, she suddenly turned and asked, "Would you ever consider me to be a romantic partner?" I quickly took stock. While I had not entertained the idea as a real possibility, I would have to admit that it had occurred to me before, especially over the past year. And I had noticed her body, when she had modeled her swimsuit, and when she had paraded herself in front of me after a shower wearing a thin, almost transparent garment last night... Yes, I finally decided. I could consider her a romantic partner. Yes indeed. I gathered her up in my arms and kissed her. Gently at first, then more deeply, our tongues sliding against each other. Then she took my hand and we walked on down the beach. She was sharing a bedroom -- and bed -- with her mother. Spending the night with me was out of the question. Given the circumstances, we couldn't even spend much time together the next day. But we invented reasons to take little trips out -- a grocery-store run, an errand to deposit film to be developed, doing some laundry. We kissed in the elevator, we kissed in the hall, we kissed in the car... and her hands were becoming more familiar with my body, as were mine with hers. But I went to bed with an ache in my balls, begging for release. On Friday afternoon, we took a trip down to the end of Estero Island, to the south, obstensively to find the location of a greyhound race track. As we drove, she slipped her hand over onto my thigh. I was watching traffic, because there were numerous crosswalks in this area, and people just weren't watching as carefully as I might have liked. Finally, we reached the end of Estero Island. The small bridge led to the next island, which I noted was named "Lover's Key." I glanced over at her as her fingers moved up my thigh. Her eyes flashed at me mischeviously as she squeezed the bulge in my jeans. "Can't we find a place to park the car for a few minutes?" she asked. "Maybe some place with some shade?" I nodded. "Surely there must be some place along here." We drove along, until we reached the entrance to the Lover's Key State Park. We entered the driveway, but they wanted a $5 fee to enter the park. We turned around and went back out to the highway, and headed south. Approaching the end of the island, I saw a dirt/sand path that led off the side of the road. I pulled the car off the road, and followed the pathway around behind a grove of trees. The dirt path made a circle just ahead, under some trees. There was the shade we wanted. I pulled the car up under a tree, and we rolled down the windows. "How does this unfasten?" Bev asked, holding the shoulder harness. I reached behind her to push the red button on the release. She kissed my cheek, and I turned my head to meet her lips with mine. As we kissed, she pulled the handle on the side of the seat, allowing the back to slip down. I moved over to lean over her. "No, wait," she breathed, pushing me back over into my seat. She turned on her seat, leaned over, and released my seat back, dropping the backrest to a half-erect position. She attacked my belt and waistband of my jeans, deftly opening my pants. She pushed her hand down into my undershorts, releasing my erection to her sight for the first time. "It's bigger than I thought it was," she smiled, and leaned over to take the tip of my cock into her mouth. I stroked her back, trying to push her shoulder straps down on her sun dress. I finally got one down, and slipped my hand down the front of her dress to caress one breast. Her hard nipple seemed to quiver between my fingers. She raised up on the seat, actually kneeling on the seat, her lips locked around my cock. I reached down and put my fingers over her crotch. I could feel the heat of her body, and dampness as I caressed her sex through her panties. She raised up. "Hold on a minute," she whispered. She reached up under her skirt, and deftly pulled down her panties, then maneuvered quickly to push them over her legs and off. While I was watching her remove the panties, I pushed my own trousers down my legs. She grabbed my cock again, and began to suck gently on its purple-knobbed end. I reached down between her legs, and she moved her legs apart as my fingers moved between her labia, locating her inner lips and the sensitive clit. She moaned as my fingers slid over her slickly wet clit. Her motions around my cock diminished as her body registered the feelings. She raised her head. "I want you to fuck me," she said. She pushed me back in the seat, and climbed over me, putting a knee on each side of my hips. There's not a lot of room to move around in the front seat of a Ford Escort. But she managed to straddle me, then reach down and guide my cock to the entrance to her pussy. "Oh, God," she whispered as she lowered herself on my dick. "It's so big. You're filling me up." She got about halfway down my shaft as her ass came in contact with the steering wheel. She pulled back up slightly, then began an up-and-down motion, her pussy gripping tightly at my cock, while she breathed heavily in my ear. "Fuck me, Shelby," she said. "Oh, God, fuck me." Truth to tell, she was actually fucking me, not the other way around. My cock was going in, but she was doing all the "work." "Oh, God, Shelby, I'm coming... I'm coming..." Her body tightened, and she groaned, throwing her head back, pushing herself down as far as she could onto my cock. I was coming, too. As her body loosened a bit, my cock exploded, pumping my seed into her. We clung to each other for several minutes, trying to catch our breath. She kissed me, then pulled back and looked into my eyes. "Do you think it can always be this good?" "I think it can even be better," I smiled back. "Just wait till I get you into a proper bed." "I can't wait," she grinned. 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