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Subject: {ASSM} Side of the Road [MF, rom, ws]
Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2000 23:10:13 -0400
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My first story, and about half true. I know it's short, but if you like
it please send comments and I'll add some more.
[] Ultrasanguine
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"Side of the Road" or "A Young Person's Introduction to
Watersports"
It's now about three years since we first met at Claire's 21st
birthday party. It's a cliché, I know, but it seems like such a long
time ago. You seemed so shy then - I guess I did too - and so bright.
I love you, Little Star.
I miss you so much. Ah, I can't wait until your return from Perth. I
have a countdown of days on the fridge: 23. I feel like calling, but
I know you'd like to get a letter so I'll finish this first.
Do you remember when we went away for the weekend just after we
started going out? I hope you do! I have a photo of us near that
lighthouse, holding hands and smiling. You can tell from the smile
what we'd been doing that morning!
It was such a beautiful Saturday: cool, blue skies, you were driving &
we were eating apricots.
As we were going through the mountains you said you needed to stop and
pulled off into a picnic area. I needed to pee too: the coffee had
gone straight through me. An intense green grass shoulder, wire
fence, cows in the distance. Nobody's around, no cars are coming.
I unzip and pull back my foreskin. I'm still wet and musky from sex
in your bedroom before we left that morning: I think we'd just had the
blood tests and done The Talk, and so for the first time we'd had sex
without a condom. Oh. It was so good to touch you so intimately, to
feel every little fold of your cunt embracing me. (I certainly
understand the saying that protected sex is like taking a shower in a
raincoat.) So I had your delicious juice drying on me, and I guess I
was still leaking out of you.
My piss splashes the ground around the fencepost. Release, primal
pleasure. I hose the ground, a little boy again, saturating the red
earth. I see you watching from the driver's seat and smile. It's a
little embarrasing, but I suppose you've seen my body before.
You unbutton your jeans: soft little brown tummy, white cotton
G-string. I want to slide up your T-shirt, see the mismatched bra,
tweak your crinkly nipples - what a one-track mind! I can only plead
that it was our first holiday together, and you're the sexiest person
I know.
So, you fold your knickers down, squat and balance - so much easier to
be a guy sometimes. A little puddle moistens the dust and runs away.
You make eye contact, not bashful at all, just sit there pissing.
I'm getting hard. You always make me horny - I can just see wiry
blonde pubes and your spankable derriere - but now the tension is
heavier and somehow different. It's a natural bodily function I know,
but... I don't want to look away.
--
In the early afternoon we arrive in Lorne. The beach is beautiful,
though in April it's a little too cold to swim. It has been an
excellent trip. We went for a walk through the park and picked
wildflowers.
Lying in the sand dunes watching the sunset gently cuddling each
other. Very nice. Pleasure of being outside, cool breeze, loose
shorts, risk of discovery.
Neither of us mentions the moment by the side of the road, but I think
it started something.
Back in the guest house you excuse yourself to pee before we go down
to dinner and again do it shamelessly with the door open, talking to
me all the while about plans for tomorrow.
I wondered if you were being suggestive but it would have been the
wrong time to ask. I felt turned on by the tinkling sound; by the
gentle way you wipe yourself - so much like the way you masturbate; by
your simple beauty.
You come over and stand with me. Ah, the way your titties look naked:
small, but somehow heavy, full of feeling. I feel lucky to be with
you - I still do. We're both looking into the mirror and I can see a
smile in your eyes. We're very different: you're ten inches shorter,
naturally olive and dark blonde; I am pale skinned and hairy. I
reckon we look fine in the mirror, though. I think this weekend I
started falling in love with you.
--
I remember dinner was great, though I completely forgot what we ate.
The restaurant was quiet and dark, and we looked out over the sea. We
shared a $20 bottle of wine, which was a lot of money when we were
both students.
Our relationship was in that great stage where we knew we would have
sex and it would be great, but it was at the same time still very new
and exciting. So, during dinner we were always brushing each other's
thighs and such little teases.
The waitress was about 16, very cute and completely understood what
was happening - though perhaps not what was going to happen later.
"How about a shower before bed, honey?"
Always.
We go into the little 60s guestroom and are at each other like little
animals even as the door is closing. We both by nature kiss
aggressively & hungrily, tounges probing around each other's teeth.
You're standing on tippy-toes and holding the nape of my neck, and I
was squeezing your buttocks and shoulders.
We strip off, leaving our beach clothes lying on the floor near the
bed. I'm rock-hard and bounce jovially as I take your hand and walk
into the bathroom.
After a fairly cursory scrub of each other's body with sponge and
shower gel - foreplay was not our strength at that time - I turn my
full attention to your lovely breasts. You are my little pocket
Venus: so small, but perfectly shapely. I've never checked the size
of your bra, being always more interested in the way its white lace
frames your darker skin and in the sweet creamy smell that lingers
after you. Suffice to say they're just small enough that you can get
by without support, but when you do they jiggle and dance under your
clothes in the most delicious motion.
You snap me back from this mammary meditation by breaking away to
plant your hands on the shower wall and wiggle your bottom at me.
Are you ready? I want you in me.
I stroke your rounded gold butt. I can see your hairy mound
underneath, with shower water streaming down. I know you mean it when
you say you're ready, and I slide into you immediately. Your vagina
is obscenely slimy and soft compared to the clinical green tiles, and
we both get off on the nasty, biological fascination of bodies. We're
in a hard mood, too: you push back hard against the wall and I grunt
in and stretch you, driving you through three moaning orgasms until I
finally spend and hug you tightly from behind, shuddering.
The hot water begins to run out, and you turn off the taps and kiss me
again on the shoulder.
Um, I need to pee again, you begin. Do you want to hop
out?
That's a funny way to ask that question. What if I said I didn't
want to hop out?
Well, I think that would be okay.
(We're both so serious.)
So, you wink at me, spread your legs to the edge of the shower and
with two fingers part your lips and begin to pee. I'd never really
seen before where it comes out of a girl, but now I see your piss
jetting out between your clitoris and vagina. It's a light yellow
colour and smells as you'd expect - not bad.
You hold my penis up and my piss splashes over our chests and into my
face.
--
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