Message-ID: <6286eli$9802201600@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Charles Thain" <okiquit@hotmail.com> Subject: Portland Ch. 17 (MF FF MFF) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19980220120724.13770.qmail@hotmail.com> My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 17 of 30 (MF FF MFF) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. Send comments to OKIquit@hotmail.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I woke an hour later, Ruth was still deeply asleep, so I eased out of bed and dressed quietly. Downstairs I let myself out and got in my rental car for a little shopping. Some time later I let myself back into the townhouse carrying a shopping bag. Tiptoeing into her bedroom, I added the fifth volume of Ruth's journal to the bag. I woke Ruth and we cuddled for awhile before going downstairs for a light dinner at her kitchen counter, just a few mouthfuls of omelette and a glass of wine apiece. I made sure Ruth's glass was a large one. Then I ordered her to put on her trench coat and tennis shoes (and nothing else) because we were going out. But I wouldn't tell her where. I grabbed my shopping bag on the way out the door. I drove, and 20 minutes later we pulled up outside a middle-sized apartment complex on the southwest side. I carefully studied the buildings, then pulled into a parking space in front of one. "WHAT are you doing?" Ruth said uneasily. "I have no idea," I replied cheerfully. Turning off the car I leaned over, kissed her deeply and thrust my hand under her coat. There wasn't room between her thighs for me to reach her sex, and she wouldn't spread them to admit my questing hand. "Open your legs," I ordered irritably, breaking the kiss. I had a feeling her resistance stemmed from uncertainty, being out in the open away from the warmth and security of her home. But I intended to overwhelm her reluctance. Ruth's legs parted and I delved into her pussy with my middle finger while resuming my rough kisses. Her breath hissed through her nostrils and she moaned into my mouth as my finger pressed into her opening and discovered wetness. I pushed deeper and she moaned again. My finger could go no farther. I pulled my finger out and spread slick juices up her slit towards her sensitive little bump. Then I pushed inside her again, rewarded by more wetness, and again pulled out to lubricate her clitoris. She broke our kiss for a few seconds, gasping for air, then furiously attacked my mouth with hers, driving her tongue inside. Lightly my finger rubbed up and down, stroking her channel and clit. She was moaning steadily now, building quickly towards an orgasm. I marveled at how responsive she was. Then I stopped, pulled my hand out of her crotch and broke our kiss. "You're not STOPPING!" she cried with frustration, staring at me wide-eyed. "Yes," I said, "It's time to continue our adventure." "You are a BASTARD!" Ruth hissed angrily. The top of her coat had fallen open and I could see her right nipple in the faint light, swollen and dark with arousal. I got out of the car, stopping for a moment to rearrange my erect dick in my pants. Carrying my bag, I walked around and helped Ruth out of the car. She was angrily tugging her coat into place. I led her into the building and upstairs to the second floor. Checking apartment numbers, I stopped in front of #206 and knocked. "Don't speak or do anything unless I give you permission," I ordered Ruth. She gave me a brief glare that faded into an expression of cautious curiosity. The door opened a few moments later and I heard Ruth's gasp of surprise. "Hi, Denise," I said. "Do you mind if we come in?" (End of Chapter 17) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |