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NOTE: This contains adult themes and sexual words and acts and situations.  If
you are under 21, you are not permitted to read this.  Go away.  If you don't
like this type of thing, what the heck are you doing here?  Go away.  

Please do not repost without my permission, whether on this site or any other.


Ok...I know...I know...some of you have read this before.  But I have heard
from some people that my stories seem to lack depth.  That they focus on the
same themes.  So, here, I am reposting one of my personal favorites.  On a
different theme.  I think.  Anyway...I hope you like.  If you do, hit that
"reply to author" button and send me an email.



The Day Off  m/f


She had woken early that morning, put her bathing suit on and gone outside to
tan for about an hour. She listened to her walkman as she basked in the sun,
occasionally humming along and once even singing out loud.  “My neighbors must
think I’m nuts”, she thought.

After coming inside to her air conditioned apartment, she popped into the
shower, using her favorite raspberry scented shower gel.  She shaved
meticulously, getting all of the tiny hairs sprouting on her legs, underarms,
and even her pussy.  She liked to keep it smooth...it was more hygienic, she
assured herself, completely disregarding the erotic pleasure she gained from
the smooth skin.  She even used the raspberry shampoo and conditioner on her
long golden brown hair.  She absolutely loved the scent.  It always made her
feel soft, sensual, and very feminine.

She stepped out of the shower and reached for the raspberry lotion.  She rubbed
it into her damp skin as she dripped onto the bath mat.  “Mmmm,” she hummed, as
she delighted in the feel of her fingers running over every inch of her skin
that she could reach.  She gazed intently at her large, pink nipples as she
smoothed the lotion onto them.  “Wow, they sure do get big”, she marveled, as
she absently pulled on them, trying to see exactly how big they could get.

She wandered into her bedroom to decide what to wear.  Since she wasn’t going
anywhere she chose to bypass actual clothes and reached for the lavender lace
nightie on the back of the door.  She pulled it over her head and padded into
the spare room.  She sat down at the computer and logged on to check her email.

There were a few new messages waiting for her.  Two she instantly deleted,
recognizing them as spam without even opening them.  She read her daily
horoscope first.  It was some nonsense about someone close to her needing help
and understanding.  “Such bullshit”, she thought disgustedly.  “Why do I even
read this stuff?”

Next was a message from an online buddy.  “Where have you been, baby?  I miss
our late-night talks”, it read.  She smiled, glad that someone cared, even if
it was someone hundreds of miles away who wouldn’t know her if she bit him on
the nose.  “Of course”, she thought, “he might LIKE that”.  She giggled at the
thought and typed a quick response back to him.

The next one stopped her cold.  “K- I love you.  -C”.  It was from him.  It was
eloquent in its simplicity.  She wondered when she would speak with him next.
It had been a rough relationship from day one.  But she had allowed him to get
under her skin.  Her heart was his, and indeed, sometimes she worried that he
owned her soul as well.  They were alike in so many ways - they understood each
other better than either had anticipated.  It meant they could bring each other
wondrous joy and happiness, but it also meant that they could hurt each other
easily and deeply.  That was one of the points of today.  She was spending some
time alone to try to reconcile in her mind his latest hurtful comments.  It was
her day off, and she just wanted some solitude to think.

She jumped when the doorbell rang.  She wasn’t expecting anyone.  In fact,
noone knew she was off today.  Grumbling to herself about the Jehovah’s
Witnesses, she threw on a pink satin robe and ran down the stairs.

She didn’t immediately see anyone until she got all of the way in front of the
door.  It was him!  He stood there, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt,
looking so handsome that she felt the proverbial tug at her heartstrings and
smiled at him, in spite of her current anger with him.  She pulled the door
open and he grinned back at her.  He bowed slightly and pulled his hand from
behind his back.  “For you, m’lady”, he said as he presented her with a single
red rose.

As she reached for the flower, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his
arms, right there on the front porch.  He held her close and whispered in her
ear, “And I’m glad to see you didn’t dress for me”.

She turned and led the way upstairs to her apartment.  As they entered the
door, he inhaled deeply.  “Your place ALWAYS smells so good”, he told her.  And
it did.  She always had lightly scented floral candles burning and matching
potpourri in small bowls throughout the rooms.  She liked to cater to all of
her senses, including smell.

She got him a soda while he stood in the kitchen and watched her.  She was
getting nervous, and finally turned to him and asked, “WHAT are you looking
at?”

He just smiled lazily at her and approached the counter to pick up the glass in
front of her.  As he reached over to get it, he pressed the full length of his
body against hers.  She wriggled against him, felling the bulge in his jeans
against her ass.  “Just wondering what you have on underneath this”, he
answered in her ear, flicking his tongue in and out of her ear so quickly that
she thought she might have imagined it.

He quickly ran one hand up the inside of her thigh, pushing the robe and the
nightie out of  the way.  His fingers brushed against her outer pussy lips,
tickling them lightly.  “You are such a naughty girl, aren’t you?” he queried
idly.  “Were you expecting someone else?  Or were you just going to play with
yourself all day?”

Her breathing had quickened as his fingers kept teasing her.  He gently forced
her lags further apart by putting his between them, and her pussy lips parted.
“Wet already. my dear?  You know you NEED this”, he told her matter-of-factly.
He wound her hair firmly around his other hand, pulling her head back to expose
her throat to his tongue.

“Tell me,” he whispered between licks of her neck.  “Tell me what you want.”
His fingers were running back and forth through her wetness, touching her lips,
but stopping just short of her clit.  He would circle her hole with a
fingertip, but never penetrated her.

She moaned, but didn’t answer.  She was already caught up in the erotic web
that he so easily wove around her.  She could feel how hot and moist her pussy
was, and she wanted him to thrust his fingers deep  inside her and rub her clit
until she exploded.  She said nothing, even though her moans increased in
volume as he taunted her body.

“Oh, ok, I guess you don’t want me to touch you then, “ he said as he pulled
his hands away.  He took the glass of soda and walked into the living room.

She took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself before following him.
She sat down next to him on the sofa and smiled hesitantly at him.  “So, what
brings you by today?” she asked him in as close to a normal tone of voice as
she could manage.

“Just in the neighborhood.  Why don’t you take that robe off?” he added
casually.

She did as he asked, glancing down and noticing that her nipples were almost as
hard as they had been right after her shower and this time they hadn’t even
been touched.

He casually reached out one hand to her breast and pulled her right nipple,
twisting it slightly until she gasped.  “Nice nightgown, is it new?” he
inquired.

“Ummm...yes.   No...well, its a couple of months old,” she replied as she
perched next to him.  She could feel her whole body trembling.  He knew how to
get her going so easily, she reflected.

His hand suddenly snaked out and grabbed her long hair, immobilizing her head
in the way she liked to so much.  He leaned over and kissed her hard.  Their
tongues fenced for a few moments and them he withdrew again.

“No, please...” she started.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please touch me,” she continued slowly, looking deeply into his eyes.  She
could feel her face flush and knew her pupils were dilated with arousal.  He
had her so hot that she was willing to do or say almost anything so that he
would touch her again.

“Touch you where?” he persisted.

“Please touch my pussy,” she forced out, taking his hand and pulling it down
between her legs.

His fingers found her wetness again.  “You ARE hot today, aren’t you?” he
remarked.

She nodded quickly, “You make me hot.”

“No, you were just born that way, I think,” he laughed mockingly ad he watched
her breasts ruse and fall in time with her breathing.  He reached over and
pinched her nipple, enjoying the way her entire body spasmed when he did.

“Please...” she started again.

“Please?” he repeated questioningly.

She took a deep breath and the words tumbled fast and furious out of her mouth.
 “Please put your fingers inside me.  Please fuck me with your fingers.  Please
make me come,” she begged.

His fingers suddenly thrust inside her passageway.  God, it felt so good, she
thought deliriously.  He could see the happiness on her face and stroked two
fingers in and out of her steaming pussy.  Her juices coated his hand as he
slid it back and forth.

“Lie back,” he instructed her, and she did so immediately, not wanting him to
stop touching her this time.

She spread her legs wide and he looked at her pinkness - the smooth bald pussy
glistened with the honey from her body.  He thrust three fingers in and out now
and she thrust back at him.  She loved the feeling of his fingers inside her.
He rubbed that special spot inside and she wanted him never to stop as her
passion rose even higher.  He always knew exactly how to get her going...it was
instinct for him.  They were in complete harmony.

She jumped as he took his thumb and massaged her clit while he fucked four
fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.  She had always been embarrassed about
how wet she got, but her boyfriends were always amazed.  After a session of
lovemaking, there was all new meaning to the phrase “sleeping in the wet spot”.
 There was never a dry spot when she got going.

She moaned louder as he manipulated her throbbing clit.  “Oh God...YES....” she
groaned.  “Yes, more, please...MORE....!”  She didn’t even notice as his thumb
finally left her clit and he snaked it into the palm of his had.  She felt an
incredible tightness stretching her hole wider.  She pushed against it...it
felt good.  Different, and she wondered why.

He could see that her whole body was flushed.  The room reeked of sex...and
raspberries.   He stared intently between her legs at her pussy.  He had almost
his whole hand inside her now.  His fingers were in up to the bottom knuckle
and he had only to get her past the “ring of fire” and then he would be
completely enveloped by her pussy.  He couldn’t believe this was actually
happening.  They had tried this before, but one or the other of them had always
stopped just short of the goal.  This time, he vowed, they would finish what
they had started.  She was so hot and wet today that he knew this was it.

He stopped pushing into her, instead letting her work her way down his hand.
She stopped briefly and he wiggled his fingers inside her, caressing the walls
of her pussy.  She moaned and thrust forward again, then stopped when she heard
him exclaim, “Jesus, its in!”

She looked at him and he took her hand and pulled it down between her legs.
“Feel it,” he said in a deep gravelly tone, “I am completely inside of you.”

She grasped his wrist and looked into his eyes.  Her pupil were so dilated that
the soft brown was almost completely hidden.   “Oh my God,” she paused.  “It
feels so fucking good!  Its incredible!  I feel so full!” she added ad she
flexed her inner muscles, clamping down on his hand.

He twisted his fingers inside her again, and she arched her back, moaning.  “I
can feel your cervix,” he told her, but she barely heard him.  Her mind was in
another place.  She could feel her orgasm close by and was reaching for it,
body and soul.

“Fuck me, fist me, fuck me...” she panted.

Every muscle in her body tensed and she went rigid.  Then he felt the ring of
muscle around his wrist tighten almost painfully as she thundered into her
climax.  Each spasm squeezed his hand harder than he had thought possible.

She yelled with the force of her orgasm, so loudly that she covered her mouth,
nervous that her neighbors would hear her screams of ecstasy.  Every time she
started to come down off the high, he would wiggle his hand in and out of her
or rub his fingers against her inside walls and she would topple over into
another orgasm.

She lost count of how many times she came with his hand deep insider her.  He
finally told her to just relax and he slowly pulled his hand out of her still
soaking wet pussy, inch by inch.  When his thumb popped out he rubbed her clit
again and she came one final time.

Finally he held his hand up so she could see exactly what had brought her so
much pleasure.  A startled look crossed his face.  “WHERE is my ring?” he asked
suddenly.

She paled as she thought about where it was.   “Uh oh...”she said slowly.

He held up his other hand and she saw  a glint of silver.  “Just kidding,” he
smiled at her.

She laughed as he lay down on top of her and kissed her long and hard.  His
hand cupped her ass and he rubbed one finger over her asshole.  “That’s one,”
he told her, “but we have some more unfinished business to attend to, don’t
we?”

She smiled happily but tiredly at him as she pulled his head down and kissed
him softly.  “Next time, my love...next time.”



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