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o  	The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of  o
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Imagine (MF)
by Dive Master (c) 1996

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Imagine that you're sitting at your desk one day, reading a
fax and talking on the phone when suddenly you feel a hand
gently carressing your ankle.  You want to gasp out loud, but
you're in the middle of negotiating a major contract and can't
afford to lose your concentration.  The unseen hand slowly
begins to inch its way up the back of your calf, teasing,
fondling, when suddenly you feel a second hand on your
other leg tracing little patterns across your stockings. You
squirm in your seat to try and get a better view, but your
unseen lover uses the opportunity to pull your chair further
under your desk and his hands move to your knees, slowly
spreading them.  You feel his fingertips circling your
kneecaps and his thumbs lightly moving towards your inner
thighs.  You grip the telephone receiver tightly in your
hand and you allow your thighs to be spread open.  Your voice
begins to crack as you feel his hands reach the lower hem
of your skirt and begin to slide the material higher. A
soft sigh escapes your lips as your skirt is pushed up to
expose the tops of your black silk stockings and the straps
of the delicate pink lace garter belt that you had just
purchased on your last trip to Paris.  The hands continue
upwards over the soft creamy flesh above your stockings
and you catch your lower lip between your teeth as the
first tiny orgasm hits.  You feel his feathery carresses
moving higher and higher until the tips of his fingers
reach that magical spot at the edge of your panties.

The fax falls from your hand and you grip the arm of your
chair as his fingers begin to trace the leg openings of
your panties from the warmth of your crotch up and over to
the sides of your hips.  A finger slips beneath the elastic
of your panties and moves across the downy softness of your
mound until it finds the source of your heat.  You throw
back your head as the finger slides up and down across your
pussy lips and slips easily into your moist channel.  A
second finger slides under your panties and begins exploring
your cleft in search of your clitoris.  It zeros in on the
target and starts with tiny circles around and around the
little nub.  You're no longer listening to the phone
conversation and find yourself nodding in agreement to
every question being asked as your clit is being pinched
and tweaked and your juices are pouring down your thighs.
The hand at your hip grabs the waistband of your lacy
panties, and with one savage tug rips them from your body.

The cool air from the office air conditioning unit washes
over your crotch only to be replaced by the warmth of your
lover's breath between your thighs.  You feel his tender
kisses above your stocking tops as his fingers continue
their merciless attack on your clit.  You arch your hips
off of the chair and pull your skirt completely up to your
hips as one of his hands slides under your thigh and cups
your asscheek.  He pulls your body closer to him as his
tongue snakes out and parts your glistening pussy lips.

With his nose buried deeply against your mound his lips
and tongue take up where his fingers left off and you
feel yourself completely submitting to the sensations.
You slide your ass to the edge of your chair and throw
your legs over his shoulders as he licks and sucks your
clit between his lips.  With the phone now craddled
against your shoulder your hands are free to slide down
the front of your silky blouse and cup your aching breasts.
Your fingers undo the buttons of your blouse and slide
the material aside to expose your lacy pink silk camisole.

You squeeze your breasts and tweak the nipples between
your manicured fingernails as his tongue plunges deeply
inside of you and you groan with lust.  You lick your
fingers and pinch your nipples between them till they
glisten through the silk.  Both of his hands are gripping
your asscheeks as his tongue is plunging wildly in and
out of your pussy and you toss your head from side to side
as the explosive climax finally hits.  You scream with
ecstacy as the waves of warmth wash over you and you
tremble with each succeeding lick and nibble.

Your breathing slowly returns to normal and you gradually
become aware of your surroundings.  A voice from the other
end of the phone says, "Alise?  That was the most convincing
argument I've ever heard.  We'll sign this contract immediately!"
You laugh hysterically as you hang up the phone and pull your
lover to his feet....