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Subject: EIGHT DAYS AROUND THE WORLD 1/2
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80days1.txt
Around the world in 80 lays
or
What I did on my summer job
(c) 1992 R.McNamara
Dear David,
I just had to take a moment to write, I've never felt this excited
before. I just got back from my third interview, the one with that
multinational investment company. And they hired me! On the spot. I
almost kissed the man right there. Well, actually I did, but you know
me.
I'll be traveling all over the world. Imagine that, your little
'kissing'
cousin a global jet setter. And I really owe it all to you. You took
that
little innocent farm girl, and turned her into a confident outgoing
woman. I'll always remember you for that. I never thought I'd
make it here in Boston, but I did. And now I'm going to 'make it' all
over the world! Don't worry, I'll make sure to write regularly and tell
you everything that happens.
Like today, I really worked hard to get that last interview. I had
seen
some of the other women who were interviewed. I knew I'd really
have to go all out to win it. Oh hell, you're the closest person to me
in
the whole world. I'll tell you about it.
Last night I went out shopping. I knew I'd need some really special
clothes to impress these people. First I went to this special women's
shop, where they have nothing but the sexiest lingerie. I thought that
if I felt good underneath, I would come across better. I selected this
pale blue silk camisole. When I tried it on I thought the salesmen
would drop dead on the spot. I've changed a little since we last met,
maybe I should bring you up to date.
That skinny little girl you kissed at the bus stop has grown. I'm
still
5'3", but not much else is the same. I put on a few pounds, now I'm up
to 105. But it all went to the right places. I'm into a 36 C cup now, I
almost look like I should fall on my face in some clothes. I'm still a
22
around the middle, but my hips have become a nice comfortable 35
inches now. I turn heads every time I walk down the street. And my
hair, I decided that old mousey brown had to go, so I'm a platinum
blonde now. I even touched up my eyebrows and that 'special' hair. I
wish you could visit so I could show you all of me in person again.
Anyway, I waited with the receptionist for my turn at the interview.
I watched each of the other women as they came out, trying to get a
clue about how they did. Most of them appeared frustrated, and I was
afraid I was in for a real hard time.
When my turn came I got up, and walked through the door to the
interviewers office. What an office. David, I wish you could have
seen it. It was much fancier than even Judge Morrison's office back
home. The first thing I noticed was one entire wall was glass. The
view was beautiful. You could look out to the south and see all of
Boston. Off to one side I could see the lights of Fenway, and from the
traffic around it knew they were getting ready for an afternoon game.
Then I looked around the office, off along one wall was the biggest
leather couch I've ever seen in my life. It had to be 9 feet long.
Seeing
it made me remember the Judges' office, and the night we sneaked in
there. I felt that tickling deep inside again, just remembering that. I
knew I had to concentrate so I took my eyes away from it and looked
at the man who would be questioning me.
His eyes followed me as I walked across the room to him. I felt as
if all my work at dressing was stripped away, button by button, as I
got closer. His eyes appeared to linger on my breasts, so I made sure
my shoulders were pushed back to show them off.
Impatiently, he waved to a chair in from of a large dark desk. I
noticed the only objects on the desk were a phone, a small lamp, and a
small package of papers. "Must be my application" I thought.
I sat down carefully, trying to look as polite as possible. Those
feelings about you hadn't gone away yet and I squirmed a little. I
hoped he didn't notice. He took out a cigarette and began to smoke.
Not sure if it was part of the test, I made sure to show no reaction to
it.
The interview went slowly. He appeared preoccupied as he
questioned me. His eyes rarely met mine, but kept dropping to the
swell of flesh peeking out from the dip in the dark navy dress I had
worn.
At last he put the papers down and relaxed. "Miss Kelley" he said,
"this job will require both the ability to think on your feet, and the
need to interact very closely with our clients." The way he looked at
me as he said this made that feeling down inside twinge.
"Come over here, and we'll discuss these aspects in a more
comfortable environment." he continued. Pressing a button on his
phone I heard him ask his secretary to hold all his calls, and to tell
visitors he was out of the building.
He stood, and I got my first good look at him as a man. He was tall,
easily 6 feet, and had a very athletic build under his expensive
charcoal suit. His face was rugged, the kind we always saw in the old
westerns we would watch late at night. As he took my hand I saw his
were huge, and very strong. He led me over to the couch and sat me
down at one end. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.
My mind raced, was this what had frustrated the other women?
Well, I wanted this job, and whatever this man asked for to get it, I
was ready to give. "I'd love one" I replied, carefully lowering my eyes
and trying to look sexy. I know, I know, I never had to act like that
for
you, but I wasn't sure how to act in front of this powerful executive.
He returned with a glass in each hand. Champagne! Now this was
the life. I resolved right there that I was even more determined to get
this job.
We drank slowly, as he told me about the different places this job
would take me. Paris, London, Athens, Calcutta, Tokyo, all those
exotic places I dreamed about visiting as a child. And here I was, just
a few years later, not only going to see them, but having someone pay
me to do it.
The champagne began to have an effect on me. I started to relax and
sank back into the couch. Henry, as he had asked me to call him,
began to move closer. I knew what was coming, but between my
excitement over the job, the champagne, and the desire building in my
loins, I could not resist.
He put his arm around me, and I nestled into his shoulder. One of
my arms dropped across his lap, and I could feel a strong hard bulge
beneath the expensive fabric.
With his powerful hands he took the sides of my head, and pulled
me to him. His lips crushed mine, and I tasted the strong tobacco taste
as he pressed his tongue deep into my throat. His hands left my face,
and began to roam my body. My nipples became rock hard as I felt
the first touches of his fingers through my dress. I took the hand I
had
rested in his lap and began to trace the outlines of his large cock
through his pants. I could feel the groan in his throat vibrate through
his tongue and into my mouth.
I broke free of his embrace, and looked him in the eye. "I want this
job, and I want you to remember me" I whispered. I stood above him,
looking down at his widening eyes as I reached behind me and
unzipped the dress. As it fell to a pool of blue at my feet his eyes
widened. I arched my back a little, and gave him a good look at my
figure. My nipples were painfully hard, and my dark aeriola stood out
through the thin blue camisole.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began to tease his hidden
hardness with my teeth. He had swollen to massive proportions and
was straining at the material. I undid his belt, and opened his
trousers
as if I was opening a present. I could see a spot of wetness on his
thin
designer bikinis at the tip of his manhood. I pulled the cloth aside
and
watched in awe as his cock sprang out at me. It was enormous. Long
and hard, easily more than 8 inches, with a raging head the size and
color of a plum. Sticky precum was oozing thickly out of the slit at
the end of it.
I reached down to free his balls from confinement. Each was large
and heavy, filled with the cum I knew would be mine shortly. I ran
my tongue along the underside of each, watching his face as he lay
back into the cushions and allowed me to have my way. His thick hair
tickled my nose as I tried to take each into my mouth. I was only able
to get part of one inside, so I used the flat of my tongue to warm and
wet the entire surface. Then I dug deep down between his legs, and
placed the tip of my tongue at his anus.
Slowly, I lifted my face, drawing my tongue up along his scrotum.
As I moved I let hot breath flow out of me over him. As reached the
base of his cock I felt it jump as my tongue began to climb the
sensitive underside. As I crested the top I swirled my tongue into his
slit, rolling the sweet flavor of his precum around in my mouth.
I lifted myself a little higher, angling my mouth over his cock. I
could feel the heat on my lips as I opened them to surround the head.
Very slowly I encircled his throbbing rod with my mouth, and then
sucking in to create a vacuum I began to lower my mouth over his
organ. Slowly, I moved, using my tongue to sweep lightly over the
sensitive underside. As I began to reach the bottom I could feel his
cockhead pressing against the back of my throat.
I took a deep breath, then suppressed a gag feeling and pressed
harder. All of a sudden I felt his cock pop through the back of my
mouth and work its way down my throat. I pressed harder until I felt
his pubic bone resting against my nose. Then I went to work with my
tongue all along the underside of his throbbing cock. I could feel him
squirm beneath me as the pleasure of what I was doing overcame him.
"Oh, Oh, O-o-o-o-h!" he gasped over me. I could feel the throbbing
in his cock increase as I sucked harder. I pulled back a little, and
took
a breath. I could feel him relax slightly under me as I did. So I
dropped again, pulling him deep inside my throat. This time I began
to make swallowing motions inside my throat as I massaged him with
my tongue. I could feel the tempo picking up quickly and resolved
that this would be it. I reached up with one free hand and placed it at
his tiny tight asshole. As I felt his throbs reach a peak I pushed it
deep
inside him, up to the second knuckle and pressed hard towards his
balls.
"Oh God, I love that! Oh God, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in
your throat... A-r-r-r-g-h!" He stiffened up under me, his cock gave
several rapid jerks in my throat, and then exploded hot thick jets of
cum deep inside me. I swallowed hard after each, and the extra
sensation just kept him cumming.
Finally, he relaxed, and began to go limp in my mouth. I carefully
removed my finger, and licked up all traces of cum from his cock. I
massaged his balls gently as I let his cock fall free from my mouth. I
looked up at him, and saw his eyes smiling down.
"You're hired" he said. "My secretary will have some papers for you
to fill out in her office. I'll need you back here tomorrow morning for
a briefing with your field manager."
With that, he got up, zipped himself, and returned to his desk. I
stood and slowly dressed myself as I watched him talking to his
secretary over the phone. When I left, she handed me a package and
asked me to have the papers filled out for tomorrow morning.
So, I have to go shopping again tonight. At that special store
again.
I can't believe I have the job, and I can't believe how good that cock
felt in my throat. I hope he'll be in the briefing tomorrow. I'm so hot
now I can't wait to feel that huge hard cock buried deep inside my
pussy.
For now, I really should go. The stores close soon and I want to be
extra special in the morning. I know I'll dream about you tonight, and
that will make me even hotter.
Love
Jennifer
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Subject: EIGHTY DAYS 2/2
Date: 22 May 1997 21:58:06 GMT
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80days2.txt
Around the world in 80 lays
or
What I did on my summer job
(c) 1992 R.McNamara
Dear David,
Wow! You just won't believe the day I had today. Actually it
started last night. After I left the office yesterday I was both
excited,
and frustrated. Altho I got the job, my 'interview' with Henry did
nothing for me.
I went back to my apartment and took a well needed bath. As
I laid there with the hot water soothing me, I could feel the tensions
of
the day begin to ease. Well, all except one of them. I could still feel
twinges inside me, even as I lowered myself into the water.
I tried to calm myself down. I took that large sea sponge you
gave me last year and began to lather myself up. The scent of lavender
filled the air as I raised each leg into the air and gently massaged it
with the soap covered sponge. I admired each leg, noticing the delicate
curve of each calf as it arched delicately down to my thighs. Those
same thighs which used to clench you tightly to me, pulling you deep
inside me.
Next across my shoulders, and down across my firm breasts. I
reclined down deeper into the tub and watched the hardening nipples
peeking above the water as my breasts spread and floated in the water.
I teased each nipple with the tip of the sponge, watching as they
hardened to pink points of rock.
Next, I ran the sponge down over my stomach, and lingered a
moment at my sparsely haired mons. 'Time to shave again', I thought to
myself.
I reached to the small table at the side of the tub and took a
small bottle of unscented baby oil down. Then, with my toes, I opened
the drain to the tub, just enough to lower the waterline to midthigh.
I poured some of the light slippery oil into one hand, and then
put the bottle back on the shelf. Rubbing my hands together I quickly
heated the oil to body temperature. Cupping my hands together I
lowered then between my thighs. Working from the top I began
working the oil into my skin with both hands. Across the top of my
firm mound, down the sides, and then lightly up across my pouting
outer lips. As I touched these, I lay my head back against the back of
the tub and closed my eyes. You can to mind David. The night we
spent in a rest area, on that long cross country trip we took.
I ran a finger along the soft wet edges of my pussy lips as I
recalled how we climbed over the back seat, into the cargo space of
your old station wagon. You had spread a soft blanket over an unrolled
sleeping bag.
Pulling the blanket over us, we had giggled as we tried to
undress each other in the cramped area. Finally giving up you reached
out an held my hands to my sides, then slowly unbuttoned the think
blouse I was wearing. Your hands felt strong as you traced the buttons
down across my stomach. Parting my blouse, you lowered your lips to
me, leaving a trail of light wet touches up across my stomach, to the
sides of my firm braless breasts. Taking my left breast in one hand,
you
lowered your tongue to the other. Tracing a line along the underside
you gently nibbled my soft flesh around, and up to my shoulder.
Looking down between my legs as I remembered this, I saw
that my pussy had blossomed, my pink inner lips beginning to swell
and take on a deeper red color. I ran my finger along one, and raised
it
to my lips. It was clear, and sweet, it brought me back to my memories.
From my shoulder you rested your tongue on my skin, and
drew a dewy line from there, over across my neck, and down to my
breast again. Carefully you danced your flickering tongue in smaller
and smaller circles around my rapidly hardening nipple. Finally, when
I felt I could take no more you lowered you mouth over it, drawing it
deeply into your mouth. Trapping my nipple between your teeth you
began to twirl your tongue around my upraised flesh. I began to squirm
under your caresses, and reached out with my hands for your belt.
Letting loose of my nipple, you stopped my hands and looked into my
eyes with a deep smoldering look. 'No', you said, 'I have something I
want to do.'
Reaching down you took the top button of my jeans in your
hands. Slowly you opened it, and worked your way down the other four
buttons. Gently you lowered my jeans down my legs and off. Looking
down you could see the dark patch on my simple cotton panties.
Carefully, with your teeth, you grasped them and pulled them down
slowly off of my body.
I remember how you crouched down into the back of the
wagon, and laid down between my legs. Placing one over each
shoulder, my legs lay draped across your back. You got very close to
me, and I know you could smell my fire. In fascination I watched as
you opened your mouth and lowered it over me. A shock, akin to
electricity, ran through me as I felt your hot breathe flowing from
your
mouth out across my flowering opening.
Recalling that chill, I took an oil slicked finger and placed
it at
the opening of my pussy. The water around me suddenly felt cold as I
sparked the fires inside me. Carefully I reached deep inside myself,
and
curling my finger up I reached for that special spot you taught me to
find. A little pressure, and a small circular movement was all it took
to
remove the last doubts from my mind regarding where this bath was
leading. The frustration from earlier, combined with the thoughts of
you, drove me harder. With my other hand I reached down and began
to delicately stroke my clit. Shudders ran through my body as the
combined stimulation of both places began to work its magic on me.
As I pressed harder inside me, feeling that spot swell and become more
sensitive I slowed the touches with my other hand.
You had taken your tongue then, and laid it at the tight
opening of my ass. Pressing and prodding with it I felt myself begin to
flow heavily, the juices covering your lips and nose. Then you began to
move it slowly upwards. As you passed the steaming wet opening to
the depths of my passion you placed your tongue at the entrance, and
then arching your neck back, thrust your tongue deep inside me.
I could feel my muscles inside clench at your tongue, trying to
pull you as deep as I wanted you. You began to move it in, and out,
with a long slow stroke. My hands went to your head, and clutched at
your hair as I gritted my teeth in the agonies of pleasure.
I released them as you raised your head slightly, removing
your tongue from me. I knew, had you looked at my face, that it would
have betrayed me as being completely yours.
From where you were you moved just a tiny bit, and I could
feel your lips begin to surround the top of my slit. I covered my face
with my arms, knowing what was coming. You created a small 'o' with
your lips, surrounding, but not touching, my clit. I could feel the
heat
from your tongue so close to me. Then, without warning, you lowered
your tongue and rested it on my clit, without moving. The pressure
created an overpowering need in me. I needed to cum, I needed to cum
all over you. I needed to feel your powerful arms gripping me from
underneath, holding my pussy tight against your face.
I began to feel the burning inside me grow, becoming a
consuming flame. I felt the muscles inside me begin to clench my
finger with a rhythm borne in lust. I pulled my knees up closer to my
body, feeling the water run down my thighs and mingle with both the
oils lubricating my movements. My eyes closed harder, and my breathe
began to come in short shallow gulps.
Finally I felt an explosion start. Ripping from deep inside me
it spread quickly to the small of my back, then with lightning speed
raced up my spine to burst inside my head. My finger froze on my clit,
the finger inside me pressed hard against the swelling inside me as the
walls of my pussy pulled at me, trying to draw me away and deeper.
The air exploded from my lungs in a cry, 'A-r-r-g-h-h'. I was deaf to
the
reverberations in the small room as I was swept away in the throes of a
powerful cum.
I lay there for long moments, not moving. Much of the water
which had been in the tub had splattered over the edge as I had writhed
in ecstasy.
The power of the orgasm had drained me. I was weak, and my
hands were unsteady. I decided it might be better to shave later.
Standing carefully I pulled on the shower, and let its hot flow
remove the few knots that the cramped tub had left in my muscles.
I'll write about the rest of my day later. Right now I could
use
a nap.
As always, with love,
Jennifer