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Mail Call (F mast, voyerism, rom)
by Wolfdog (wolfdog@nym.alias.net)
Date: 2/13/00
Warning!
The following story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read this
story if you are under 18 years of age or if you find such stories
offensive. All persons and events described here are fictional. Any
similarity they have to real persons or events is coincidental.
If you have any comments, suggestions, or words of encouragement, I
invite you to send them to me at wolfdog@nym.alias.net. I am always
looking for ways to improve my writing and I welcome feedback.
Wolfdog
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"Mail call!" cried my roommate John, "looks like you've got a package
from your hometown honey."
"Let me see that." I tossed the book I was reading onto the desk and
swung the swivel chair around in time to catch a fat mailing
envelope. I beamed.
"I tell you it can't last," said John, "I've never heard of anyone
staying involved with their high school girl friends longer than the
first semester."
"We'll last."
"I'm sure that's what they all say. Hell, Tom, she's just 16!"
"Seventeen next week," I corrected.
"You're going to find the older women on campus a bit more
interesting," he insisted.
"Alice is interesting," I said simply. By this time I had gotten the
package open in time to find a short note and a video tape. I started
reading the letter.
"Gotta go to class," said John, "back later."
"Right." Now where was I?
Tom,
In this high tech day and age I thought I would send you
a tape instead of a letter for a change. However, I must
warn you: the last 20 minutes are X rated. Please use
discretion when viewing it.
love,
Alice
I lifted my eyebrows. Alice was a sexy, uninhibited girl. Although I
was her first lover, she had been fairly knowledgable about sex when I
met her. "I've read books," she once told me, "and I've explored my
body. I know what feels good for me." Together she and I learned how
good partner sex could be. I could only imagine what she had done. I
shoved the tape into the machine.
In a few moments the familiar sight of Alice filled the screen. She
was beautiful. Her long, dark blond hair framed her slate colored
eyes. I had almost forgotten how sexy she was.
She was standing in the street in front of her house. The cool Autumn
wind was blowing leaves in the background and she had her hands in her
coat pocket.
"Hi Tom!" she began cheerfully, "I hope this works out ok. Lisa is
helping me... here give me that..." she reached toward the
camera. Suddenly the view jumped and twisted in a wild vortex: grass,
road, sky, Lisa.
"Hi Tom," she said waving, "I'm the camera woman." More sky, road,
feet, grass, back to Alice.
"As you can see," she continued, "we're not too professional. But I
don't think that matters too much under the circumstances."
The tape was great. We walked down the street a bit while Alice talked
about some of the things that had been going on. As we walked the
camera panned about so that I could see that everything looked more or
less as I had left it. I would have preferred more footage of my girl
friend.
"I guess that's about all I have to say for now," Alice was saying,
"stay tuned, however, for the second feature." She smiled.
There was a blank spot on the tape and then a new scene came up. This
time it was Alice's bedroom. It seemed to be night; the lighting was
definitely from incandescent lamps. I sighed in anticipation. The
camera was focused over the main section of the room. No one was in
view.
After a few moments, Alice came in from the right. She was wearing her
night gown. Her hair was let down and her eyes were shining.
"If you haven't read the note that came with this tape," she said
kneeling close to the camera, "you may want to do so now. Don't
continue until you have."
I pressed the pause button on the VCR and consulted my roommate's
schedule. He was in physics lab. That lab took hours. No problem. I
locked the door. It was common to get unwelcome guests barraging in
like they owned the place. I returned to the tape.
Alice waited for a few seconds. Then she stood up and walked to the
center of the field of view. The camera did not move --- like it was
on a tripod --- but the field of view was such that she was framed
nicely as she stood.
She smiled and winked at me (or rather the camera) and then she spun
on her heels so that her back was turned to me. She cocked her head
back slightly and shook her hair. Then she looked down and I could see
her elbows move as she undid the knot in her gown. I was starting to
get an erection. This was good.
Slowly she let the gown slip from her shoulders. Inch by inch it
exposed her back --- a back undisturbed by a bra strap. The gown
slipped by her waist and over her buttocks. White bikini underwear
accentuated the firmness of her ass. Finally, the gown slid off her
arms and into a inconsequential pile on the rug. She looked exquisite.
She paused for a moment. However, instead of turning (as I hoped), she
pivoted on her heels slightly and brought her hands to her waist. She
began stroking her sides. My cock was very erect.
Up and down her sides she touched herself, letting her hips jut first
to one side and then to the other. I could hear her breathing deeply
and smoothly. After a few moments her hands moved up the front of her
body --- I had only her elbows to watch. Her hands stopped at the
level of her breasts. Her head moved to look at them for a
moment. Then she turned her head slightly and I could see that her
eyes were closed.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly. I shifted in my seat. This was very good.
Her hands began moving more quickly. She massaged her breasts, slid
her hands down her torso, and ran them inside her underwear to kneed
her buttocks. She rose up on her toes and arched her back.
"Mmmmm," she purred. I wished I was there.
She kneaded her ass for several moments. As she did she rocked her
upper torso in a slow circle that caused her hair to slid back and
forth across her back. She knew I liked her hair. Occasionally I could
get a glimpse of one of her breasts when her body tilted toward the
camera. Once I even imagined that I saw her left nipple. I shifted in
my seat a little as if that would get me a better view.
Her motions slowed. With a graceful sweep, she slid her underwear down
her legs and onto the floor. She casually kicked them away leaving me
with the sight of her beautiful naked buttocks. She was gorgeous.
She slid her right hand downward into her crotch. She placed her other
hand against the wall in front of her for support. God, was it erotic!
She spread her legs slightly by bending her knees. She rested her head
against her arm near the shoulder.
"Oh," she said softly.
I watched her right arm move slowing back and forth. Soon her hips
were moving with the same rhythm. She was breathless.
"Oh, oh, oh."
She started rocking on her toes. She rolled her head. Her whole body
was undulating with the same slow rhythm as the arm that was nestled
between her legs.
"Oh, oh, oh."
Suddenly she moved forward a couple of steps and leaned more fully
against the wall. She spread her legs a little wider, and she cocked
her buttocks upward slightly. I was just able to see her labia and the
opening of her vagina. I could also see the tips of her fingers as she
massaged her clit. It was wild. Incredibly wild.
The pace of her stroking quickened. Her breathing grew more frantic.
Gradually, she slid down the wall into a kneeling position on the
floor. Sitting up straighter, she began to masturbate vigorously. She
brought both hands into the act and soon her whole body was riding
them with great abandon. I could see a film of sweat forming on her
back. I was amazed. I wondered if this was the way she usually
masturbated.
"Oh God," I heard her gasp between pants. "Oh God." Suddenly her pace
slowed to almost a standstill. She took one arm out of her crotch and
put it against the wall.
"Oh Tom," she said as she leaned her head against her arm, "Oh Tom!
I'm going to cum!"
"Unnnnnnnnnnggghhhh!!"
Her body hardly moved during her orgasm. Her feet lifted off the floor
slightly and her toes curled. I could see the muscles in her buttocks
tense.
She crooned softly for several seconds. Then, with a long exhale, she
started to relax. I was breathless. The whole scene would have been
unbelievable erotic regardless. But the fact that she was my girl
friend and that she went to some trouble to prepare such a tape for
me. It touched me in both the heart and the groin.
She rested for several more seconds before turning around to sit
against the wall. For the first time on the tape, I was able to see
her breasts and her triangular patch of pubic hair. God, did I want to
fuck her! She looked serene, however. She smiled at me.
"So what did you think?" she asked, "Did you like it?" She took a
cloth down from the table and started to swab herself down. After a
moment she paused and looked into the camera again. "Send me one of
you?"
"What?" I said in surprise to the TV.
"Well," she said as she put the cloth on the floor and reached to the
table again, "think it over." She smiled and added, "I love you."
She pointed a remote control at me and the screen turned to static.
END