Message-ID: <20032eli$9902190427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/20032.txt> From: Elena <silverlink@altavista.net> Subject: (Elena) "Flexi-time" (MF Rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <1999021821454776942@altavista.net> Flexi-time copyright 1999 Elena. silverlink@altavista.net This story is rude. There is sex in it. Do not read it if you are not supposed to. You may distribute this story as you will on the condition that you attribute it to me. Flexi-time ---------- Waking up in a warm bed is a great pleasure. Wrapped in a thick, soft duvet with a night's worth of body warmth in it, you can really enjoy relaxing and feeling loose and sleepy. If you're me, you can savour the warm, hairy body by your side - or rather, my side. I love waking up next to my darling. I like to snuggle up and throw an arm around him, burying my face against his shoulder and revelling in his glorious scent. He looks so peaceful first thing in the morning. At least, he looks peaceful until he starts to realise that he has to get up and get dressed. Few things bring a scowl to his face faster than standing up in the cold morning air. This morning, he didn't have to get up. It was a day off for him. I had work as usual, and although he wasn't going anywhere until later, I knew he'd want to get up and have breakfast with me. "Good morning, love", I mumbled into his side. He turned to face me, and blearily opened his eyes. "Good morning," he replied. I kissed him gently on the lips. "How are you? Did you sleep well?" He gave a slight nod and a smile. His arm fumbled its way over my waist and he began to stroke my bottom. Yes, I know, sparkling conversation it isn't, but what do you expect at a quarter to seven? Intimacy doesn't have to be clever, and I love waking up next to my man. I snuggled into him and gave him another soft kiss, upon the dark stubble of his jaw. His hand slipped down to the top of my thigh and rested there just below my buttock. We rested a while. Eventually he pulled back slightly and looked me in the eye. "Don't you have to go to work?" he asked me. "You know, love, we don't have to get up now. I'm on flexi, I don't have to be in until half past nine," I said. Sleepy as I was, I think I managed to slip a flirty tone into my voice. "Mm?" "No, we can lie in for a while yet, if you like." Then, I kissed him slowly but firmly upon the lips. My tongue darted out to touch his upper lip and I heard a slight gasp as it met the tip of his own tongue just inside his mouth. I realised that I had started to press my body against him, my back arching so that my belly and breasts touched him through our pyjams. My hand slipped around his neck, stroking the little hairs at the back, just as his tightened on my backside, squeezing. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, we were passionately kissing. "You like that, Sugar?" I whispered. Pulling back, I unbuttoned my pyjama top. "You like this?" He dove towards my breasts. My nipples were hard and rosy, and his mouth covered one as his hand rose to the other, rolling it gently between his fingertips and squeezing. His tongue flicked once, twice and then began a rhythmic sucking that sent waves of uncomfortable warmth right through me. Back and forth I rocked, rubbing my tender parts against his leg and working myself up to exquisite wetness. I took his head in my hands and pulled him up for a kiss. A finger wrapped in his hair, I said, "We have another half an hour. Flexi-time, see?" We were kissing once more as his strong hands tugged down my pyjama bottoms. I kicked them off and left them by our feet. Next I knew, I had rolled him over and I was lying flat upon him, my thighs straddling his hips as I grasped his cock. He was still wearing his pyjama bottoms, and it was poking out of the fly. It's so easy, fucking him. His cock slipped easily inside me; it knew the way. It's so easy sliding back and forth, feeling the base of his shaft putting pressure on my most tender bit and his dark pubes tickling. It's so comfortable, riding to orgasm on him, breathing into his neck as his hands grab at the flesh about my hips. Every time, it's incredible. For the next part, there are no words. I am barely conscious of what happens as I lose myself upon him and he spends himself inside of me. My darling. My love. And, when I come to my senses I feel that I am covered in sweat and drooling slightly, his cock softening inside me, his hands resting now, not grabbing. I made it into work on time. I stayed at work until six that night, to make up some hours. ------- The End Copyright 1999 Elena. Well, how was it for you? -- +----------------' 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>