Message-ID: <23390asstr$954303012@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: "frostbit" <frostbit@lookingforme.com>
X-Original-Message-ID: <8brgti$oj7$1@plonk.apk.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: 28 Mar 2000 23:57:38 GMT
X-Priority: 3
X-MSMail-Priority: Normal
X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200
Subject: {ASSM} Story: What can it be? By frostbit
Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2000 23:10:12 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23390>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, kelly
What Can it Be?
(MF, ROM, Oral
by
frostbit
If you find sexually explicit reading offensive please leave now. We do not
condone trying any of the stories within, and we are not responsible for
what you may do You must be 18 or 21 in some states to view this material,
if you are not please turn
and go now. If you can't agree to these terms
please leave now.
Enjoy the story.
Coming home one day from work, I had to pull over for my car was breaking
down. I didn't
know what to do so I just pulled off the side of the road and propped
up the hood hoping
someone would stop to help me out. The road was a long dark one, not a car
in site. So I started
to walk down the road in hopes of finding phone or a house that would let
me use there phone.
It was late, and the chances of me finding someone that was up were nearly
impossible. I kept my
head to the road watching my step as the clouds started to pour down rain.
With in seconds I was
drenched from head to toe and freezing cold. Still not a house in sight.
For some reason I anit
sure on why, I looked behind me Finally I seen a set of head
lights.
As the car approached, it seems to slow down seeing my wet body, the white
shirt I was wearing
was clinging to my heaving breasts, as the skirt clenched tightly to my
body, my hair all wet and
stringing looking.
The car stopped right ahead of me, it was an old '32 Ford, black with red
orange flames painted
on the sides. The engine purred like a kitten. Someone took a lot of
time to restore it and it was
worth it. As he pulled over to the side. "Are you ok?" The man driving
the car asked. "Can I
give you a lift somewhere?"
"Oh yes, please I am so cold and wet. My car broke down back there about a
mile or so. Would
you help me to get it started please?" Smiling with my
reply.
"Sure get in" he smiled in return.
As I step in to the dry car I took a good look around and notice the car
looked even better then I
realized there was allot of money in it. "I love your car. She
is so sweet."
"Why thank you, she is my pride and joy. By the way my name is Sam." as
he put the car into
gear.
"Well, hello I am Chris. Its nice to meet you"
We pulled the car up to mine, and he told me to try and start it. It was
dead to the world by now.
So he just closed the hood, "Come on, you can't drive it, we need to get
a new battery in the
morning, all the part stores are closed."
"Is there a motel somewhere near by that I can stay?" I said in
one breath.
"There isn't one close, but your more then welcome to share my house with
me. I have an extra
room" Sam told me
Ponders on the thought of staying with a strange man, "Only if I
won't put you out."
"Never has a woman in trouble put me out." His eyes smiled down
at me.
We drove on for a while, just chatting. I couldn't help but notice his
rugged charm, his blonde
hair neatly in place, the white T-shirt clinging to the well formed chest.
And the tight fitting jeans
made my mouth water. He was the sweetest man you could hope to meet.
Never even looking
over me really, at least that I noticed. It wasn't long before we arrived
at his home and he took me
up stairs. "To your right there is the bathroom, feel free to take a
shower, if you give me your wet
clothes I will wash them for you and give you something to
sleep in."
"Thank you, aren't you kind. I will leave my wet clothes in the shower
when I am done." I told
him.
Like he promised he brought me a flannel shirt of his to wear, and took
my wet clothes to be
washed and dried. While I was in the shower, I got to think about how
handsome and sweet Sam
was. And how long it was since I had good sex. I turned on the shower,
and removed my clothes
jumping in and lathered up. I couldn't help my self, the thought of him
ravishing my body just
turned me on. While rinsing off the suds my hands started to explore my
body. My right hand on
my nipple, pinching and
pulling it. My left on my pussy caressing my clit. Soon I just couldn't
help my self, I was over
come with sexual tensions as my right hand dropped, and my fingers worked
in and out of my
tightening cunt. My moaning must of been rather loud, as I thought I
heard someone open the
bathroom door, as my passions exploded and ran down my legs. I thought to
my self, at least that
should hold me until I can find a man.
Turning off the shower, I looked around my clothes were gone, and there
was a dry flannel shirt.
I dried off and put the shirt on my body to keep warm. My nipple hardened
as soon as my body
met with the air in the hallway, as I walked into the bed room. I took
one last look around, and
turned down the blankets on the bed and climbed in cuddling up in
the warmth.
I shut my eyes, and tried to fall asleep. It seemed like hours, but it was
only about 10 when Sam,
came into the room. "Is everything ok? Can I get you an extra
blanket or anything?"
Mumbling to my self, "A man like you would be nice."
"Excuse me?" he said with a strange look like he heard the
words I said.
"No thanks, I am fine. Good night Sam." I told him with a smile
on my face.
"Good night." he replied crawling in the bed with me.
I sighed as he put his arms around my waist and pulled his body near and
whispered to me, "Now
what about a man like me?"
I just turned over and looked deep into his eyes, as they burned there
way into my soul. I was
under his power.
One by one, he undid the buttons on the shirt I wore, when each button was
undone he would kiss
the skin that showed threw. When the last button was unbuttoned, his
hands slowly pulled it off
my shoulders, kissing my shoulder, and then my lips. His hands cupped my
breast, and my free
hand moved to his chest felling the ripples under his top. After rolling
me over to my back, he
took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and letting his tongue flicker
over it, as his other hand
played across my nipple making it hard. My whole body began to pulsate,
oh it felt so good.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" as my eyes closed enjoying, my fingers stroking his
hair.
Even when he changed nipples, I could hardly find the energy
to move.
Without any warning his exquisite tender kisses worked there way down my
midriff, and over into
my mound and his fingers parted the lips of my pussy. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
I
replied softly as his tongue ran circles on my swollen clit. My fingers
digging in to his shoulders,
as the tensions build with in my body. Never in my life had it
felt so good.
My hands worked there way into his hair my fingers became entangled rather
quickly as my cum
poured from my body and over his awaiting tongue. "Oh! Where did you
learn to do that?"
"You think that is good ................... just wait." He told me working
his body up mine and sliding
his cock deep into me.
Our lips engaged with passion, our hips meeting in rapid succession, as he
pounded against my
cervix. His cock was of huge size, but as it swelled it was like he was
made just for me. How could
a man be so perfect for me? Is it really true their is someone for
everyone, is he really my Mr.
Right? I thought.
Groaning became louder as we came together. And he collapsed down onto me
and I held him
tightly. I still anit sure why I said it, it must of been the heat of the
moment, I whispered softly "I
love you."
He only smiled, and rolled over and I laid my weary head on his chest
and fell fast asleep.
That was the best night sleep I have ever had in my life. I felt
warm, loved, and safe.
I awoke in the morning smelling eggs, pancakes, and bacon cooking. I
looked around but didn't
see Sam. Oh he must be making breakfast, I thought to my self. I slipped
on his robe and walked
down stairs. To my suprise there was a woman in her late fifties making
breakfast. "Hello." I told
her still a bit off guard.
"Hello, who are you?" The lady said.
"I am Chris, Sam told me I could stay, my car broke down last night and he
offered for me to stay
here the night."
"Sam is my son." As her eyes fill up with tears "he passed away a few
years back. He was drag
racing and wreck up his `32 ford. Is that your car
outside?"
"Yes Ma'am it is but it is broke down, how did it get here?" I went
outside to start my car to my
suprise it was working. What is going on here? I kept thinking
to my self.
As I came back in, The woman said "please have some breakfast it gets
rather lonely since Sam
passed on."
"Thank you, but I can't stay long I have to go and do my running today.
But if you don't mind I
would love to come and visit again sometime."
"Oh please do, your always welcome here" She exclaimed to
me.
After that day, I did go back many times and spend many lovely nights
with Sam, I still find it hard to believe that the best sex I ever had was
with a ghost. But then again, if it was you, i am sure you would keep going
back for more as well :)
You can find more free stories at many different topics to choose from
http://www.pornhome.com/stories/fantasyland/index.html
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+