____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Encounter (MF) by Susie CCRN (susieccrn@aol.com) (c) 1996 * We are at a hotel in New York City. Both of us travelers of one sort or another. You are here on business, traveling alone, on yet another journey. Another plane, another taxi, another hotel room. At least the service and surroundings are good here. I am visiting relatives, here in New York to attend a wedding of my cousin's. I decided to see the sights first, so I arrived a few days early, alone. We both enter the hotel restaurant at the same time, and notice each other briefly. Your shoulder brushes mine lightly as you pass by with the maitre d', as he shows you to your table. Something mildly electric passes through me with that insignificant touch of jacket to skin, which is indeed noticed by me, and hopefully by you. You are finely dressed in a business suit, European cut. Dark in color, it is, with a crisp white shirt. Conservatively as you are dressed, you wear a somewhat bold tie; silk, for sure, but in its boldness is a sign that while you display a conservative demeanor, your tie leaves room to wonder about the "total" you. I, of course, am smashingly dressed for an evening out on the town. Raw silk, a jewel color, perhaps an amethyst-like tone, wraps my body snugly, yet flows softly too, over my breasts, and drapes my hips so that with each step, you notice the smooth lines of the outline of my buttocks. A long string of pearls swings casually too, from my neck, raising slightly over the chest, moving in line with the swing of my hips, and a large purple jewel bounces rhythmically as I too walk to my table. Knowing we both are alone, we smile slightly as I pass, exchanging a brief glance of acknowledgment. As we order, and wait for our dinners, we occasionally continue to make eye contact. And finally, you rise and walk over to me. "It is far too hard for me to eat alone yet another night," you say. "If you are not expecting anyone, would you care to join me? I promise the company will not be dull, for either of us." At first, I am a little taken aback, but realize that dinner with a stranger, especially one so handsome as you, is not the worst thing that could happen to a woman, and I accept your offer. The waiter, while at first puzzled, sets our table for two. Candles glow, the music is soft, and the dinner is excellent. You are seated next to me, not across, and casually our legs occasionally brush as we laugh and enjoy each other's company. After some particularly funny conversation, you (on purpose?) drop your napkin onto the floor beside me. As you reach down for it, you lean your hand lightly on my knee, and I feel an odd but familiar sensation stirring at the top of my thighs. You leave your hand there for just a moment, and I run my finger softly, from the tip of your hands to the wrist. We both realize that something very exciting is about to happen. The check can not come soon enough, and when it does, you once again casually lean over. This time, you put your hand around my neck, and pull my head close to you, and whisper breathily, "Is there another place we can continue this conversation?" I can feel the warm moist air of your breath in my ear, goosebumps rising lightly on my arms, and have to hold back a shiver, of delightful anticipation. We walk for a bit, around the lobby of the hotel. There is a lighted fountain near the entrance, so we toss pennies and wish. I suspect our wishes are the same. On an impulse, I decide to test the waters, so to speak, and as I turn from the fountain, I notice you watching my face, and smiling. So, I kiss you, not really knowing how you will react, but taking a chance that you will react.... Your lips are soft, moist. The kiss is warm, and light. The smell of your cologne is mildly familiar, musky, masculine. That first kiss, though, is not enough for either of us. You place your hands on my face, brush a few stray hairs out of the way, and bring my face closer to yours, and kiss me this time, softly, but firmly, with an insistence and yearning that both of us feel. Your tongue lightly touches my lips (I love that) and flickers before it enters my mouth, probingly wandering. My hands reach under your jacket, and you feel my nails delicately scrape your back down the center of your spine... I can feel your erection, pressing me somewhat, through your pants, through my dress, and you rub up against me, so I am fully aware of the effect I have on you. Your hands slide down my back, and reach down, all the way to my ass. To your surprise, you think, perhaps, there is an absence of panties, and you detect the lines of a garter belt beneath the dress. You are absolutely astounded, pleasantly surprised, and almost popping out of your pants, at this point. (are you?) We decide to go to your room, a penthouse suite, I think, overlooking the skyline of New York City. Neither of us can contain our passion, now, and the inevitable is about to happen, but we relish the moment. You bring me out to the balcony. The air is warm, surprisingly clean-smelling. We begin a long and luxurious night of lovemaking. You kiss my neck, below the ear, and nibble your way down to my shoulders. I return your passion and slowly loosen that jazzy tie, sliding it off, pulling you towards me with it wrapped behind your neck. The tie slides off now, and I remove your jacket, folding it over the balcony. As you kiss my neck, I unbutton your shirt, one button at a time, and slide that, too, off your shoulders, and let it drop. You can feel my nipples now, erect, rubbing your chest, and you run your hands up to my chest, and swirl the nipples around in your fingers. I am lost in the ecstasy of your kisses, your touch, your hands, your mouth. You unzip my dress, practically without my knowing it, slowly and discreetly, and let it drop to the floor. You run your hands over my shoulders, down my arms, down my legs, and drop to your knees in front of me. Your head is near my pussy, no underwear here for sure, you were right. You lean me up against the balcony I can feel the cool tile on my back. You part my legs a little, and pull me closer to you. I smell delicious, sweet and clean (your words here), and you can not resist a taste. You slide your tongue inwards, swirling it around the sensitive areas. A soft moan parts from my lips, and I know I am in for a pleasurable experience. You tongue is exploring my pussy with abandon, and I lean back farther on the balcony, the cold tile contrasting with the heat of this moment. Your lips above meeting mine below, warmed juices flowing everywhere, the heady aroma of sex exuding its scent all around you. I wrap my legs around your head, you can hear only muted moans as you concentrate on this pleasure task. My legs writhe with wild desire as your cock strains against your fly, begging for release. Sounds on the balcony below make us both realize that we need to progress to more private quarters. You lead me to your bed, an ample king sized one, laden with plush pillows of various colors and textures. You open a bottle of champagne, but before you can pour it, I take the bottle from you, and say, "Just lay down here next to me and relax a minute." I lay you down across the bed, sideways. Your feet are on the floor. I place the softest pillow beneath your head, and massage your temples for a few moments. I whisper to you to close your eyes, and I kiss each one softly closed. (You are so kissable!) I am standing over your head, and I bend over again and kiss your forehead, dangling my breasts around your head... you reach up to touch me, and I firmly plant your arms back down. I want your complete attention to focus on THE FEELING... no distractions. I kiss your cheeks, your ears, your lips. Long, slow passionate kisses again. I turn around to the other side of the bed, and am at your feet now. Once again I lean over you, head to head this time, and run my lips over your chest. I lightly drizzle some champagne onto your bare chest. The coolness startles you at first, but then you feel my tongue licking the drips off your chest, off your nipples, which too have become hardened from the coolness of the champagne. I run my hands down the sides of you, from armpit to beltline, as I nibble my way down to your belt. The bulge in your pants is without question a nagging ache, wanting more, needing more. I remind you to close your eyes and Just Feel. Your belt is loosened by me and slid off with the skillful fingers of a master craftswoman. I dangle the belt over your body, so you only feel the slight brush of the leather on your skin. I open you fly just a bit, and slide my hand down your pants, just brushing the tip of your penis. You are almost begging for more... Then, I slip my hand onto the waistband of the pants and remove the final encumbrances to my pleasure. There you are, in the full glory of yourself, raised and bold, and waiting for more. By this time I am practically dripping like a faucet, I have never felt quite so aroused, here with you, tuned in to your pleasure and mine. Slowly, I run my tongue around just the tip of the head of your cock, glazing my tongue around and around you, sliding my tongue down the shaft and back up again. You are breathless with anticipation. I drip a few more drops of the bubbly onto your penis. The fizzing sensation sends you higher, even more so when I lick off the champagne, wherever it lands. I nibble on your groin area, then back. I am on my knees now, between your legs,, and I slide your legs apart so I can reach your balls. While I lick your balls, my hands slide around your penis, alternating lighter pressure with firm strokes. Pre cum oozes from the tip, dribbling down, and I lick that off too. I take each of your balls, one at a time in my mouth, and gently suck them, swirling them around in my mouth as I tickle your cock further. All the while, you can only utter moans of encouragement. I wrap my mouth completely around your prick, just a little pressure at first, so you can barely feel the touch of my lips on you. I glide up and down softly, occasionally surprising you with a strong thrust of a sucking sensation. You are almost wild now... you reach your hips up to my mouth instinctively, uncontrollably, and we begin to rhythmically meet, mouth to dick, harder, faster. I grab your hips and pull you closer to me. You can feel the back of my throat as you push harder and deeper. Your muscles are tensing, I can feel the urgency in my hands. The skin of your balls tightens up, I know you are near.... I grab your hips, pulling you closer to me. You can feel the back of my throat as you push harder and deeper. Your muscles are tensing; I can feel them and the urgency of your needs. The skin of your balls tighten up, I know you are nearer.... Tiny beads of perspiration erupt on your forehead. You can barely hold back any longer; the aching, pining sensation in your groin wants nothing more than release, sweet release from its prison of passion. "Not yet," I whisper, softly, from below, between your muscular legs. "I am not done with you yet!" I crawl up your body, over on top of you, and again kiss you dearly, deeply, fervently. I roll you over onto your belly, and calm that angry desire back with a long sensuous massage. Warm oil pours from a container by the bed, dribbling onto the base of your spine. Your skin glistens in the subdued light of the glowing candles on the bedstand. I work my fingers deeply into your muscles, beginning from the back of your neck, kneading my way down each side of your vertebrae. Then I press my thumbs in a circular motion at the very top section of your buttocks. I use the bases of my palms and press there, massaging deeply. With each stroke of pressure, your cock slides into the sheet on the mattress, keeping you erect. I straddle your legs, and you can feel the moisture coming from between my legs, christening your body with my juices. Slowly again, I bite and nibble my way down the whole of your body. As I bite your neck I stroke your arms from wrists to shoulders, electrifying every pore as they are touched. Firmer nips and bites raise hairs on your arms, your penis swells again. I work my tongue down your back, alternating light licks with tiny little nibbles. Down I go to the very base of your spine, the place from which all those sensual, sensational nerves emanate. It is here that I spend a good long moment, licking and sucking gently. You are powerless, can do nothing but feel. Each stroke of my tongue, every kiss from my lips, calls you closer to a climax. You suddenly reach your arm behind you and pull me around to my back and roll over on top of me. You notice my eyes are half closed, and warmly looking into yours. We embrace again, more heatedly this time, and exchange deep long and torrid kisses. You play with my lips, and I can think of nothing other than you playing with my lips below. (You have a skillful mouth.) As we kiss, you trail your hand slowly down my body, to the point where you find a warm moist place to explore. Your hands deftly locate the place of my primal pleasure, and the amount of wetness tells you I am at your mercy. You find my breasts with your mouth and make them rise to twin peaks, as you massage my pussy, probing deeper with your fingers, causing me to heave upwards with an aching desire for you. Your mouth trails lower down my body. I am dying with anticipation. I have sampled the skill of your lips on mine, and I know powerful things are going to happen. You part my legs on the bed, and place yourself between them. Your hands tickle my thighs as again you tempt my body with luxurious long licks, building up the speed and the force of your tongue massage. I am practically uncontrollable; each touch of your tongue crescendoes me to fiercer longing for culmination. You sense this, and continue to bring me to even greater levels of passionate insanity. Your tongue enters me, and you can feel my muscles tighten around it, needing more, wanting more. My legs wrap around your head, you are smothered by my need for your love. You taunt and tease me with your mouth, savoring every drop of me; I am on the brink of ecstasy. Uncontrollably, I release a long low moan, and begin to feel explosive pulsations as your mouth continues to titillate me. You can feel the throbbing. With each touch of your tongue, the muscles of my pussy spasmodically shiver, and you continue on till I can cum no more at this point in time. (I am getting wet myself here... is this considered a form of autoeroticism?) Believing as I do in "share and share alike," I discover, no surprise to me, that you are still quite erect, and handsomely so, may I add... I bring you up to your knees on the bed, and grace your body with sumptuous tongue-licking, curling myself down to your penis. You watch as I bring my mouth down around your manhood. You are hard as rock, each thrust of my mouth around you catches you as an erotic surprise, expected but so unexpectedly pleasurable; you never want it to end. As I had planned, you can do nothing but feel: pleasurable sensations, aching longing, yearning, oblivious to anything but an incredible lusting for climax. I roll you over onto your back, my feet at your head, and make love to you with my mouth. My lips, full and soft, caress your cock; you can feel my tongue as it slides up and down the shaft. My hands pull you closer, grabbing your hips and pulling you to me, I am eager for the liquid of your love, want to take it with me... I swirl my thumbs around your balls as I continue to suck you, full suction, like a tight pussy, hungry for all of you. You can hold back no longer, your back arches. Like a bursting balloon, the force of your orgasm explodes, shooting volumes of come into me, mechanically pulsating, with each pulse still more creamy semen, washing us both in a bath of slippery sperm, warm, no, actually, hot and wet. Your muscles collapse in release, and I continue to bathe your prick with my tongue, quietly, kind of like a nice little kitty at a warm plate of milk... and stroke you gently, till you totally relax, till all your muscles go flaccid, satisfied, I think. Exhausted from the mutual satisfaction we have both shared, we can do only but whisper, soft murmurings, light kisses, and gentle strokes. The candles have melted down, and sputter in their own hot wax. Faint voices from the rooms nearby are heard, and here are you and I, two strangers who met one night, dined, and loved, and loved again.