("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: limo.txt (seduction with a twist) Authors name: J. Stevens (no address) Story title : LIMO ------------------------------------------------------ This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1997. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non- commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ I've had a long, rough week, and all I want to do when I get home is just relax. But as I get to your to my front door, I find a note, rolled and tied with a red ribbon, secured to the door. I take it down and read: " This is a night for remembrance. Please step outside and get into the waiting limo. The driver has all the instructions. " I guess my adventurous spirit is peaked. 'Night for remembrance.' It sounds as though it could be in- teresting. So I walk to the limousine and the driver immediately hands me a note and black silk scarf, then opens the door. As I get in the limo I see that there is a bottle of champagne and fresh strawberries wait- ing. The driver tells me that I need to read another note: "Please use the scarf as a blindfold. This is a kidnapping of the most pleasurable kind. " I decided to do as instructed. . .Once the blind- fold is in place, the limo driver opens the door and helps me to get into the back. Little do I know that someone else is also in the limo and is sitting across from me. I can hear the driver lower the dividing window as he tells me to enjoy the ride. Music starts to play. I'm not sure from precisely what direction, but suspect that the driver must have started it. I then feel something on my leg and I automatically tense up. A whispering voice echoes the sentiments of the music, encouraging me to relax. I try to reach out but something stops my hands. My palm is opened and a kiss is lightly placed there. I can feel movement of hands at my feet. My shoes are removed. . . Fingers inch up my leg, gently squeezing and rubbing. . . Then they stop. The hands move to the clothing that I'm wearing, which is quickly removed, but in a sensual way. The palms of this mysterious lover's hands press against my chest and massage their way down to my lap. A voice whispers into my ear, but it speaks so lightly I cannot tell what it is saying. All touching stops as I hear a window open, or what I thought was a window because of the light breeze I feel on my naked body. I'm pulled forward so I'm sitting on the edge of the seat. I move so that I'm standing with my upper body out of the limousine through a sunroof. I raise my arms in an effort to remove the blindfold, but I'm told not to remove it. So with a slight shiver I comply, and don't. Now I can only hope that I don't look silly too anyone who may be driving by. The voice laughs at my embarrassment, but tells me not to worry, that the road is dark and untravelled. The hands moves up and down the outside of legs legs and then move to the inner part of the thighs. I can feel them lightly rub at my apex, making me nearly weak at the knees. The next sensation is cold and somewhat sticky. Some sort of liquid is being poured and rubbed all over my lower body and down my thighs. A sensation of warmth begins to rise within me. The hands never stop. . . I begin to feel a new physical sensation. . . I groan as I realize that this new sensation is my lover's tongue licking at my thighs. The tongue begins a journey from the top of the feet to the apex of my thighs, as if making sure that not a single drop of the liquid escapes the tounges tender desires. As I feel the car pick up speed, so does the licking. I'm driven nearly mad with the sensation as the tongue moves up and down my lower anatomy. I gasp as I'm sucked deep within a warm and wanting mouth. I can feel fingers move around to my backside and gently massage each muscle in its full- ness. I can feel my lover move around to the other side. My lovers legs are spread to enclose mine, and I can once again feel the tongue make trails of fire along my back. Every roll and dip is caressed delicately. Finally the tongue stops. . . Even though I can't see, I can tell my knuckles are nearly white from the effort to control myself. my lover laughs quietly and mentions that preparations were made for this contingency. I feel my hands lifted individually to the underside of the roof and metal rings are lock- ed into place. Obviously my lover intends to drive me quite mad...."No, not mad...." a voice whispers, as if my lover could read my thoughts. I take advantage of the rings as support and relax further. "That's right..." the voice whispers........ The tongue returns once again to my midsection. It rises up to my chest and nips at my nipples, making them hard with the sensation. Once again I groan and arch against the sensation. My lover pulls me down and rests my back against the seat. There is plenty of give in the chain linking the two rings around my wrists to allow me to sit comfortably without strain- ing, although my arms are raised. Mentally it just doesn't seem real. How could this be happening?. . . But it is and as the tongue begins its endless probing once again, my mind races with the sheer ecstasy of it's touch! Suddenly, a new sensation as my lover moves up onto the seat and into my lap. My anticipation grows as I feel my lover rubbing against my thighs. Oh, the sheer exhilaration as a hand is lowered into my lap and a breathtaking kiss is placed upon my lips at the same time. I can't help but think that this is torture beyond belief! But it's also exquisite in its act! I yearn to return the touch but my hands are bound tightly and there is nowhere to move. My ecstasy hits a new plateau as my love moves in closer still, grinding my chests, rubbing nipples to explosion! My next groan is caught in my lover's kiss. Every sense is suddenly aware of its surroundings. My whole body tingles as the mouth moves down away from my own and into the crook of my neck. I feel powerless to stop the teeth that nip at my neck and give myself over entirely to my lover's gentle mauling. My lover moves down my neck and follows a line down to my nipples again. Licking them and caressing them until they are rock hard with their need. My lover's hand continues to rub and caress my genitals, making me wet with desire. My lover's body moves off of my lap and onto the floor, between my legs. My body is pulled outward somewhat to the edge of the seat, making me more accessible. I feel my lover's tongue move down into my lap, licking at the cum that has spilled onto the seat. The tongue moves to find my most sensitive spot and caresses it. I just don't feel I can take much more of this! My body arches with it's desire for fulfillment. I can feel the mouth engulf me as the tongue probes and swerels deeper. The hands move up and down my thighs, nails digging into flesh as excitement grows. Then one hand reaches up and caresses a nipple just as the tongue finally finds its sensual target. Beneath the blind- fold my world suddenly explodes in a show of color and light. Ecstasy! I climax into my lovers mouth, no longer able to contain myself. Convulsions rack my body as wave upon wave of orgasm smashes into and through me, like waves upon the shore. My lover groans with my climax, drinking deeply my juices until I'm thoroughly spent. I remember nothing after that...... What was in the strawberrys? . . . When I awaken the next morning, I'm back in my own bed. Perhaps it was a dream.... but I don't feel like it was a dream. I can't remember everything that happened, or how I got home. All I remember is that feeling of ecstasy that I experienced as my lover brought me to final climax. I tingle all over just thinking about it! I shake my head and laugh at the eagerness of my body to experience those feelings again. I decided to get up and find something to drink. As I entired the living room on my way to the kitchen I stopped cold. There... sitting on the table... is a bottle of fine champagne, a bowl of plump, sweet strawberries, and a note with a picture addressed to me. . . . . Written in the note is but a simple line, " Something to keep you warm until we meet again. From someone who loves you...." The only problem, is that the picture was of this really hansome looking guy, and as I stood there look- ing at his picture thinking, I'm a guy too. . . What the hell?!?! was it a dream...... ______________________________________________________ Kristen's collection - Directory 2