Message-ID: <17958eli$9812110444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17958.txt> From: mikaal@hotmail.com (HotScribe) Subject: HOTSCRIBE: "Unfinished Series" After Work (MF Cons Oral) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: mikaal@hotmail.com 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: <3670af93.2055732@mail.cadvision.com> The "Unfinished Series" include stories which, for one reason or another, I never finished writing. Your assignment, should you decide to accept it, is to write an ending, or the next segment, or a sequel to what has already been written. If you do manage to complete the story, I'd very much like to read what you've written. Good luck! AFTER WORK by HotScribe After some sorting out of schedules and times, we finally agreed to meet outside the nearby restaurant, where I usually am early every morning around 7:30 to write my stories and work on my various other projects. Our meeting, however, is for eight at night. I sit on a bench, reading a book and glancing up every now and again to see if I can see you. Eventually, I see a woman approach me. From the way you described yourself on the e-mail, I know it's you. I smile, rise and say hello, compliment you on the way you look and how nice it is to finally meet you. A little nervous, you smile back. We sit back down and chat for a few minutes, both of us saying nothing of importance, but just wanting to melt the ice a bit and get to know one another. We've already shared a few things on the e-mail, but it's not the same as talking in person, trying to solidify the trust that we've attempted to build through our mailings and stories. But, after a short while, I feel you relaxing a bit more. I rise and I take your hand, guide you to a flight of steps going down to the lower floor. At the moment, there's no one there, so as we're going down, I turn you to me, slip my arms quickly around you and press my lips against your own. At first, i sense a slight resistance, possibly from the thought of someone seeing us; but then, you relax and let our tongues mingle and search one another's mouths. I kiss your eyes and nose, your cheeks, you ears. You arch your head back as I kiss down your neck. You arms encircle my own neck, draw me closer to you. Then we break apart suddenly as we hear someone coming up the steps. We descend again, passing a business man on his way up. Outside, I take your hand once more and begin to walk with you along the sidewalk. "Where are we going?" you ask. "Across the street," I reply. "It's where I work." "Oh?" you give me a funny smile and shrug. We enter a hotel, make our way down a separate corridor until we come to a glass door. I take out my keys, open the door and let us in. I lock it again. The lights are off, but we don't need them since there's enough ambient light coming in from outside so that we can see. I guide you to a back room and turn on a small lamp; here, we're safe from prying eyes, but I know that just beyond the curtains, the occasional pedestrian will pass by and just might wonder what goes on behind the closed drapes. I turn to you as you glance around the room, looking at the machinery and filing cabinets. My hand reaches out and strokes your cheek. You look at me and smile, draw closer so that I can take you in my arms again. We kiss, our tongues seeking out each other as I take your coat and slide it from your shoulders. You smell of a sweet floral scent, and I like it. My lips slide down your neck once again, then down your bosom to the hollow between your breasts. You sigh, run your fingers through my hair. My hands come up and cup your breasts through your blouse. You aren't wearing a brassiere and they feel full and I squeeze them gently. I undo the buttons of your blouse, kiss my way behind the folds over your breasts until I reach a nipple. My mouth closes over it, sucking on it, running my tongue over the bud as I feel it harden and begin to protrude. I move to your other breast, suck on that nipple, too, and cover it with my mouth, tasting your sweetness and savouring your smell. Your head goes back and you gasp as I lower myself to my knees, kissing my way down your abdomen, running a trail with my tongue to your bellybutton. I run my hands up your legs, beneath your skirt, feeling the soft silkiness of your skin. Then, as I reach your inner thighs, I'm somewhat surprised to find you aren't wearing any panties. My breathing quickens, thinking of you walking down the street, your cunt bare beneath your skirt. I hold your hips, turn you slightly and lay you down on a nearby table, raising your skirt as I do so. Then your pubic area is open to my gaze. I see it glistening and wet with your dew. I kiss down your legs, and as I approach your nether regions, you open them wider. My tongue slides down and into your cunt, searching through the folds of your labia for your clit, finding it, running around it, my lips sucking it, pressing on it, nibbling it. You moan and roll back and forth on the table, your hands pressing my head harder into your crotch. My tongue slides down and enters your cunt, stabbing into it, tasting your juices, your succulent flesh. Now back up to your clit, my tongue slips around it, flicking across it, as I insert my fingers into your cunt, thrusting them in and out, until, in just a few short moments, your body bucks on the table as you cum, waves of ecstasy rippling through you, washing over you, carrying you to heights you've not experienced for such a long time.... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>