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Subject: TYGER: "The Framemaker's Shop" (Mf ped mast) AIM=555
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Synopsis: A young girl visits a framemaker in his shop regularly
after school, and through body language and eye contact, they
recognize their mutual desire.
Comments: The only complaint I have with this story is that it isn't
long enough. I want to know what happens next.
The Framemaker's Shop
>From the very first day I saw her I was sure that she was given to
erotic mischief. Some gleam in her eye, or the way she
would occasionally absentmindedly dig at her crotch, or perhaps
her abandoned way of sitting with legs and skirt in sweet
disarray first aroused my scandalous desire.
She would come to watch me work in my shop in the afternoon after
school. She was, I believe, in the fourth grade when I first
saw her; long dark hair and short skirt. And always the faint
odor of pencils and perspiration. I was twenty-eight, single,
and a picture framer.
Whenever she came into the front of the shop she would call out,
"Hi! It's me, Angie."
And I would always answer, "Hi, come on back here." The back part
of the shop was not visible from the front showroom. While I
cut and assembled the frames she liked to sit on my workbench,
her bare legs dangling and swinging.
The first time I actually did anything was not very bold. I asked
her to stand on the bench and hold a part of a frame for me
while I fitted another piece to it. She was happy to help, and
not at all shy. She stood unconcerned in front of me, her
thighs just at eye level. The piece was large, and I had her
hold it in a way that made her lean over the frame, one upright
piece pressing against her groin. As I fitted the other piece
I "accidentally" moved the frame this way and that, causing part
of it to rub and press against her. A few minutes of this and I
saw her gradually shifting her position so that the frame rubbed
more directly against her crotch. I was not surprised, but I was
quite excited. I had guessed at once that she was a sensual child,
and I saw that my suspicion was confirmed. Her eyes took on a
vague, dreamy look as I continued the indirect stimulation.
"Hold it tight, now, I'm almost finished," I said. And I placed
my left hand on her leg as though to steady her as I pressed
the pieces together. For just a moment I held my hand against the
back of her upper leg and pressed her gently against the frame,
still moving it against her crotch. And in that breathless
moment I saw her eyelids flutter and close, her lips part in
an unmistakable sigh. I wanted her to know that I knew, so
as I removed my hand I slid it up her leg and just brushed
my fingertips over her panties where they covered her crotch.
It was the briefest of touches, but it elicited a tiny gasp
and an involuntary glance. I met her eyes and the communication
was instantly complete: she knew that I knew her desires, and she
knew that I was mischievous in that way too. For the time
being that was enough.
Two days later she was back again, this time just as I was locking
up. I had already thrown the catch on the door, so as I closed
it behind her it locked. I'm not sure whether she realized this
or not, but later on she seemed to have no fear of being interrupted.
I noticed at once that she was quite agitated -- somewhat nervous
and flushed -- eyes a shade too bright. She strolled into the
back, but this time she headed for the couch. Sensing her
intentions, I sat beside her at once.
"Whew, am I tired," she said, in mock exhaustion, "I ran all the
way."
Somehow I knew this was not really true, but rather a gambit of
some sort. Or perhaps a ruse to cover her flushed breathlessness.
"My leg aches something awful -- I think I'm getting a cramp,"
she said. And I began to see her scheme. She had been thinking
about my hand on her leg, and, at age ten, she had come back
for more.
Well, I certainly intended to cooperate. "Would you like me to
rub it for you?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Would you please? It feels like it's all up in knots."
As she spoke she turned on the couch and put her left leg in my
lap. She was wearing white panties, slightly soiled at the crotch.
I began massaging her calf gently, noting with no surprise that the
muscles were soft and relaxed. "This may take a while," I said,
"so just lie back and get comfortable."
"Ok, I'm in no rush. I don't have to be home for over an hour."
And she lounged back against the arm of the couch.
My hand worked slowly up to her knee and down again. Her skin
was perfectly smooth and soft. As the moments passed I could
see her eyes taking on that dreamy look. This was obviously
what she had come in for. How far did she want me to go?
I was certainly aroused, though the evidence was hidden by my
loose shirt.
I moved my hand above her knee. "Is it sore up here too?" I
asked, still playing along with the game.
"Um hmm," she said. "You are making the ache go away, but don't
stop yet."
I moved my hand up to her lower thigh and continued a gentle
rubbing motion, sometimes just letting my fingertips brush over
her smooth white skin. The minutes passed, and it was becoming
obvious that this had gone on far too long for a simple leg rub.
The pretense was wearing thin.
Moving my fingers higher on her thigh, I began what could only
be described as a caressing stroke. "Does this make you feel
better," I asked, in a new, quiet voice.
"Yes," she answered, almost in a whisper.
My fingers stroked her leg softly back and forth just below the
hem of her short skirt. Gradually I eased my hand around to the
inside of her leg, touching her inner thigh with a gentle
caress. She was becoming very excited. I could see her chest
heaving as she tried to hide her panting. The back of my
hand was brushing against her other thigh. "Do you want me to stop?"
Instantly, she shook her head "no".
Slowly I pushed my hand further up between her thighs, going
completely under her skirt. I saw her eyelids flutter and
close, then she shifted her position and spread her legs
farther apart. She also ended up with her left calf pressing
against my swollen organ. Her thighs were now completely
open, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her crotch.
She lay sprawled back with her eyes closed.
I slid my fingers up her thigh until I was almost touching
her panties, then I touched her with teasing strokes all around
her upper thighs. My fingers traced along the edge of her
panties, just brushing the skin. She had begun to tremble
noticeably. With my other hand I pressed her calf against
my erection and moved it against me. She understood and kept
up the motion when I let go. Her mouth was open and her eyes
were closed. Finally I let my fingers brush over the strip
of white panties between her legs. I felt her whole body
twitch in response. I did it again, lingering a moment for
a longer touch. The cloth was soaked through.
"Do you like that?" I whispered.
"Oh, yes," she breathed.
I moved my fingertips along her crotch and caressed her there. I
could feel her swollen, pouting lips through the cloth. She
was trembling violently.
I took one of her hands and placed it against my penis, then I
unzipped my pants. After a moment's hesitation she slipped her
hand inside my pants and pressed against my penis through my
shorts. She began moving her hand against me.
I placed my hand against her crotch and rubbed the whole area
with a circular caress. In a moment I felt her hand against mine
at her crotch, then she hooked her panties with her fingers and
pulled them partially down and out of the way. They hung limply
between her legs. When my fingers moved back up her thigh they
slid inside the loosened panties and up to her bare slit. With
surprising wantonness she pressed my fingers against her and
moved them up and down. She was very wet, and my fingers slipped
between the soft lips and into the tender liquid folds. At the
same time she found the opening in my shorts and I felt her
warm hand against my aching penis. She did not try to take it
out, which was just as well as far as I was concerned.
Completely lost in pleasure, she pumped her hips as my fingers
explored her juicy crotch. I found her clitoris and gently
caressed the tiny swollen shaft between two fingers. This
was tremendously exciting for both of us. She let her head roll
back against the arm of the couch. Her hand inside my pants pressed
and rubbed deliciously.
She was a virgin, of course, but her opening was large enough for my
little finger. I pressed it into her very slowly, letting her do
it herself by pressing up with her hips against my hand. She was
almost gasping as she felt it sliding up inside her a little
farther with each thrust of her hips. Soon it was deep inside
her, slipping in and out and exploring her tight channel. I put
my palm against her clitoris and massaged it gently at the
same time. To my delight her gasps were turning into moaning
sighs. She seemed to be building toward an orgasm.
Timing my movements to match hers, I continued fingering her. She
was much looser than I had first imagined. I gradually removed
my finger and quickly replaced it with the long middle finger.
It slid in easily, moving up into her snug quim. This deep
penetration suddenly brought her to the brink. With her free
hand she pressed my hand hard against her and moaned loudly
as she arched her back and pumped strongly.
She grabbed my shaft and rubbed it up and down vigorously
as she started to come. I just leaned back and let myself go.
She came in a full-blown storm of lust and ecstasy. Spasm
after spasm gripping and holding my finger. And my own climax
peaked, the hot gushes flooding out inside my shorts against my
lower stomach.
We subsided slowly and lay resting, exhausted, still gently touching
and caressing.
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