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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
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
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My Dream (F-solo)
by Annebi

I am sitting against a large tree reading a newspaper. 
A nice looking 30-something guy walks toward me.  I 
move my right leg up, which pulls the material of my 
cut-offs away from my left thigh.  Instantly I feel 
the heat from the sun directly on my slit.  I watch 
the guy through a little hole I had poked in the 
newspaper.  He stops in front of me.  His eyes are 
looking between my legs.  I look down to see how 
much of it he can see.  When I look back up, he is 
running down the street, trying to flag down a police 
car that is rounding the corner.  I flee.  My heart 
is pounding in my chest.

Now I am in a different park.  I have found another large 
tree near a path.  Two girls are walking toward my 
position.  They are about my age.  I move my leg again, 
and watch them through the hole in the newspaper. They 
stop in front of me.  One of the girls points a finger 
between my legs.  The other looks for a second before 
they resume walking.  They are laughing at me.

Down the path comes another.  This one is a large breasted 
beauty wearing a bathing suit.  I first re-check the view 
of my crack, and then watch her through the hole.  Her breasts 
bounce heavily and her hips sway back and forth as she walks.  
My heart is pounding in my chest again.  She walks right by 
without looking at me.  I look down at my display again to 
see what she would have seen. I am sitting on an ant hill!  
I flee.

Now I'm at a beach, sitting on a chair that has no legs.  
My butt is an inch from the sand, and my legs are pointing 
at two skinny teenage boys about five feet away.  My tee-
shirt is wet and my dark erect nipples clearly show through 
the white material.  I close my eyes and let the sun warm 
my face.  I can feel the their eyes looking at me.  I move 
my right leg up and off to the side.  The sun's warmth again 
hits my target again, and I know they can see.  My mind 
concentrates on my slit.  I can feel their eyes running up 
and down its length.  The lips begin to peal apart, slowly 
revealing its pink depths. I placing a hand on my thigh 
with my index finger very near my sex.  I spread my legs a 
little farther apart.  I do not want to touch myself, but 
I can not stop.  My fingertip slips inside.  I am very wet.  
I slid my finger up to my clit.  It is swollen and very 
sensitive. I open my eyes just enough to check on the boys, 
but two different people are there. It is my mom and dad!  
Yikes!  

I wake up.