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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
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May (MF, oral)
by eli@netusa.net (Eli the bearded)
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"Hard is the herte that loveth nought/In May."
-- Geoffrey Chaucer
May comes in looking cute-as-can-be in some snug-tight jeans and white
cotton tee. She's got one of those bodies that's not thin, but looks so
much better than most thin bodies really do. So anyway, I see her and she
looks great and I am momentarily happy-glad-grinning to just see a body
that looks that sweet. May happens to be the woman I love, but that is not
entering into this, not even my belief in her good looks. (I'm sure you've
noticed how when you love a woman for herself she will always look better
than she did before you knew her.)
Like I said my flash of joy is momentary-brief. Not because of May or
anything between us, never, but because my worries clamped down hard and
fast on my thoughts stronger than the sighting of May could prise-wrestle
away. I have a deadline approaching on a project, you see. I had most of
the thing done, but then the customer ups and changes the specs. The change
is slight, but it violates some of the main assumptions the code was based
on. There is a big-thick- ominous pile of changing ahead to meet the new
state of affairs. And then there are the additional modifications to
support those new features.
Wasn't it the Red Queen in _Alice Through the Looking Glass_ that said "It
takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place"? That's me
right now. I feel just like that. God damn.
"Caught-cha smilin', bub. /You/ know what /that/ means," she says. Actually
I don't know what it means but I am not so sure that I don't want to find
out.
She walks over and *plomp* sits on my lap. "None of this," wrapping one arm
'round my neck, and pulling the reference book away with the other. They
say you've been in hack mode way-far too-fucking-long when this sort of
activity triggers a priority interrupt. She dropped the book to the floor,
not quite a solid thud, and put her other hand on my shoulder. This is a
for-sure priority interrupt alright.
"Hello," I say.
"And hello to you, my pogo-boy," and she gives the tip-peak of my nose a
quick little dart of a lick. I hug her about the waist, and start to lean
my head on her shoulder.
"Uh, eh, ah!" She jumps up grabs my hand and pulls me up. Then she gets her
hand so startlingly close to my crotch grabbing the waist of my jeans. She
flashes an oh so wicked- tasty little-vicious grin, raises one of her
plucked-to-a- mere-suggestion eyebrows, turns and starts pulling. No way,
no how, no project is stopping me.
Out into the rich dark air of the warm summer night. Gibbous moon
trees-obscured sitting low on the horizon leaves the area dark, darker as
we wander from the house. I had been happy to take the job in Dover, N.H.
All my old family is in New Hampshire, mostly way up north though, and the
real estate here is woo-woo-woo fantastic after Manhattan prices. Let's
just say it is a large parcel of land she's pulling me across and the
neighbors are way too far to notice. Besides, "Live Free or Die:" every
licence plate the state gives out.
Funny what one thinks at the least likely moments staring at a callipygean
rump. Unable to resist, I give her one smart rap right on the the
right-honorable rump. "Don't tell me I waited too long," she says, after
the squeal of course. Just after the next clump of shrubs she stops
abruptly. I don't see it at first, but she pushes me down on it so I can't
miss it, she has laid out a large-thick-soft blanket over the ground.
Prostrate before her standing body I grab her large hips and pull her
crotch to my face. I kiss-nibble- begin to lick when she gently hits me
saying, "Nein. Nein, mein Liebling."
Confused and feeling affronted, I sit back. In nary a wink she's got the
tee thrown aside, I see the small nipples free-hard-dark in pale-slim
light. Falling only slightly slower her blue jeans quietly rumple over near
her shirt. Even in the present absence of light I see and know the panties.
Redder-softer than the finest red velvet cake, these are silk panties I
have not seen in months.
Over she leans and soon I have May mouth against mine, her tongue tasting
me, and me tasting sweet-spicy ginger and her. I'm opening my shirt, she's
opening my jeans. And I am at attention to greet her hands when she gets
'em open. She pulls back from my face and goes down. A lick and a soft-
tease bite and then she pulls down my underwear. I put one hand in her
long-soft-straight hair and the other on Magenta.
Her warm wet mouth with just a hint of dangerous teeth makes for instant
pleasure-joy-happiness when applied correctly. May applies herself. I taunt
and tickle and touch and squeeze the breast I have. My hair hand holds
follows and almost exerts control some moments. Her tongue works wondrous
wonderful wonders on my wand.
I arrive at pleasure-the peak-the moment and I come into her. May is not
stopping for that and continues until I relax-release-calm myself. She sits
up, I lie down, she lies on top.
"Thank you," I say oh-so quiet-silent-slow to her ear. She pecks my cheek.
"I needed that," I add. She kisses each of my eyelids.
Love-pride-joy-happiness-warmth-affection- adorement overflow me and I hold
her strong-tight to my chest.
Elijah