Message-ID: <23957asstr$957316241@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: ogirlnsync@aol.com (Ogirlnsync)
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000502185720.10474.00001032@ng-bh1.aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} REV "Wanna meet my Seester?" <*> (Boston)(MF rom)
Date: Tue, 2 May 2000 21:10:41 -0400
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/Year2000/23957>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates
I don't know why, but I left for work hours early that afternoon. I was a
second-shift security guard at a development of condos in sunny Florida. The
project was fairly new and only a hand-full of people lived there. So my job
consisted mainly of sitting in a five by five guard shack, letting an
occasional tenant in and watching seagulls and pelicans fill their stomachs
from the brackish backwater.
I made my usual weekly stop at the quick-mart for a magazine to read at work,
and a soft drink. Since I had read all the newsmagazines and was so secluded
at work, I picked up the latest issue of your magazine. I was walking out the
door when I was met by a boy, no older than ten or eleven. He noticed my
reading material and walked right in my path. I had to stop to keep from
running him down.
He looked up at me, smiled and said "My sister would like you, you want to meet
her?"
Really, that's what he said. I remembered all the times I had heard in movies
or read in jokes "Hey meester, you wanna meet my seester?" I glanced around
the parking lot to see which van Allen Funt was going to step out of. But, no
van and no "Candid Camera."
Okay, so I decided to play the game. I said "How much?"
"Twenty dollars" was his reply.
He didn't wait for me to say anything; he just stuck his hand out and asked me
for a quarter. He walked over to the phone, dialed a number, spoke a few words
of Spanish, and hung up the phone. He walked back to where I was standing and
just smiled.
Coming from around the corner of the building a few moments later was an angel,
wearing cut off jean shorts, and a small white halter-top. She seemed to be
somewhere between 12 and 25. Olive skin with eyes that melted right through
you. Hair that was jet black, long and swirled around the clearly visible dark
nipples of her baseball sized breasts, which were held up beautifully only by
nature. Her legs looked like they had just came from a pantyhose commercial.
Just about the time I convinced myself that this girl could not possibly be the
one I was waiting for, she walked right up to me and held out her hand. I
kissed her hand and smelled her skin. It was like honeysuckle, sweet but not
overpowering.
"My name is Valencia" she purred.
"You're beautiful" were the only words I could get out.
I couldn't possibly believe my luck, or believe that this was really happening.
I had lived in Florida for six months and my work schedule left little time to
meet women. This girl looked perfect, and for a mere twenty bucks she was
mine.
She kept smiling at me with a sincere look on her face, which puzzled me. I
hadn't bought sex before and didn't know what to do next, so I just asked her
"What now?"
"What ever you want" was her reply.
To the phone booth in a flash, I called in sick for work. I didn't know what
would happen next, but I knew it was going to take a long time. I wanted to
spend every minute I could with this beautiful lady. I smiled and looked into
her dark eyes and said, "Dinner?"
The biggest sweetest smile swept her face as she took my hand and we started
towards my car. I didn't think "Blow job" would have gotten the same reaction
from her.
I took her to a seafood restaurant where we sat side by side in a booth in a
dark corner. Her eyes would light up when I talked, like she was truly
interested in every word. Being inexperienced with hookers I just assumed she
was very good at her job. But her expressions and interest were working. I
was so taken by this girl; I was sporting the biggest wood I had ever had. Her
hand eased up my thigh and started massaging my throbbing organ. I was feeding
her with one hand and roaming over her perfect body with the other one. She
undid my pants and released my cock, which by now was in pain from being locked
in my jeans. She dropped to the floor and in an instant I felt the wet
moistness of her mouth and tongue working on me. Thanks to the restaurant for
large table-clothes, or we would have been thrown out. Every few seconds her
head would bump into the bottom of our table, and I would hear her soft moans
become slightly louder. It was too much, I tried to push her off before I came
but she held on tight. Soon, rockets were going off in my head and I was going
off in her mouth. She didn't even flinch; she just slowed slightly so I
wouldn't fly through the roof. As I softened, she cleaned me with her talented
little tongue, kissed the head softly, placed it back in my pants, and zipped
me up. She crawled up from the floor and gave me a devilish little smile. She
had one drop on her chin, and when I kissed her it transferred to my chin.
Smiling widely, her tongue darted out and whisked the last remnant from my
face.
I was ready to leave right then but I remembered the smile she gave me when I
asked her to go to dinner. I figured she was happy that I didn't jump right to
the sex. I thought that the dinner might be the reason I was receiving this
royal treatment. So I fought back my urges and finished the meal, while
stroking her legs and softly kissing her cheek, her hand and her hair.
While she was finishing her dessert I excused myself to use the men's room. I
ran to the phone and called a friend of mine who manages a limousine service.
As luck would have it, his business was dead and he was closing up for the
night. With a little persuasion and a couple "you owe me" on my part, A long
black limo was waiting when we stepped out onto the street. I walked her up to
the car like we were going to look at it, when my friend ran to the back of the
car, tipped his hat at her and opened the door. I thought she was going to
faint. She became unsteady and fell into my arms. I helped her into the back
of the limo and scrambled in behind her.
We were cruising along the island highway with the moon roof open and the stars
above us. We stood with our heads sticking out of the top of the car. She
looked so sexy with her long trail of hair following behind. I wrapped my arms
around her and gently kneaded her firm tits. She moaned and leaned into me. I
ducked into the car leaving a trail of kisses on her body as I went. There was
no resistance when I tugged her cut-offs down. She lifted one foot and then
the other so I could get her pants out of the way. She was standing on the
seat now with her folded arms on top of the car. She had to spread her legs
slightly so she wouldn't stick too far out of the moon roof. This gave me the
opportunity to survey the body of this beautiful woman. A small triangle of
long curly hair rested just above her moist spot. It was gorgeous, puffy from
her arousal and sweet smelling, I knew it was my turn to return the favor from
the attention I received at the restaurant. I kissed and caressed her knees
and thighs as my hands massaged higher, leading the way for my hungry lips and
tongue. When my lips touched her sweet lips I thought to myself that this was
the most exciting woman that I had ever met. She tasted almost sweet. I
started slowly encircling her clit with my tongue and increased my tempo to
match her gentle thrusts toward my face. She started gyrating up and down
which allowed me access from her puckered little asshole to her patch of pubic
hair without moving my face. My tongue danced across her ass, dipped into her
slit and lathered her swollen clit. When she started her loud moaning,
informing me of her coming orgasm, I felt light-headed as if I was the one
about to cum. I started sucking hard on her clit, which looked like it was
going to explode. Her body went into convulsions, she screamed something in
Spanish and fell onto the seat and was out of it for a couple minutes. I took
this time to undress. As she came around, the first thing she saw my cock
waving like a flagpole, smiling at me with those big eyes, she promptly sat on
it. With two golden, grapefruit size tits rubbing against my face, my tongue
danced across her nipples like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers on the ballroom
floor. Her smell was intoxicating. I found myself taking deep breaths, partly
because of my excitement but more because I couldn't get enough of her heated
aroma. She was very wet and the squishy sounds her pussy made brought me to
orgasm in less than a minute. It was the most exciting climax I had ever had
and still ranks in the top twenty today.
I had never met a woman that thrilled me from the instant I saw her, and knew I
could not let her get away. We began dating, real dates, no charge. I
couldn't help but believe that this woman wanted me as badly as I wanted her.
I found out that she was in the country from Mexico and was due to return in a
two months. We were married a month later. She needed a way to stay in the
states and I needed her more than anything else in this world. That was twenty
years ago. Once a year on our anniversary we go to the same restaurant, rent a
limo and re-live our first night. We met under the worst of circumstances and
turned that meeting into a twenty year romance that grows stronger with each
passing year.
--
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. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+