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From: lordshon@aol.com (Shon Richards)
Subject: {ASSM} Just Sit {Voy, Exhib} {Shon Richards}
Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 23:10:03 -0500
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	This is a sexual story written and copyrighted by me, Shon Richards.  It's all
F sex with M observation and some might even call it lusty.  I also suggest you
try this at home, but don't mind me, I just write this stuff.  I crave and live
for e-mails sent by people who want to comment on the story.  Mail me at
lordshon@aol.com. 

"Just Sit",
By Shon Richards
 
	"Just sit," Joni said to me.  My lover sat on the couch opposite me, looking
ravishing even in her secretary's clothes from work.  The candles she had lit
told me that tonight was special. 

	"Just sit?" I asked, fidgeting a little on the hard wooden chair.  "Are you
sure you wouldn't rather I sit on the softer couch?"

	"Just sit," she repeated.  She tilted her head forward, looking down on her
shirt and looking at me with stolen glances.  Her lashes dropped behind her
sexy glasses, piercing me with her sultry scrutiny.  A smile came to her lips
as she unbuttoned the buttons on her blouse, starting up at her neck.

	"All right," I quipped.  I was enjoying where this was going.

	"Shh," she hushed.  "Just sit," she repeated.

	Joni stopped at the last button of her shirt.  I could see the green of her
bra and the soft glow of her skin but the sides of her shirt were still
clinging together.  It was a game of hide and seek as I wished that I her shirt
would open just a few inches more so that I could see the fullness of her
breasts.  As it was, I could barely see the valley of her cleavage and the
smile Joni was giving me told me that I would have to be satisfied with what I
had.  

	I was.

	Her dark hair was falling in her eyes but still she pinned me to my seat with
those hazel gems.  Joni bent forward, flashing me briefly with her exposed
brassiere, and she lifted the hem of her skirt.  She pulled her skirt up to
over her knees, and my breath caught as I saw her the curtain rising on her
hose clad legs.  Up, up, up the skirt raised over lovely calves and hose
covered thighs.  I was surprised to see the hose end in the lace snaps of a
black garter belt.  More surprising was the fact that she wasn't wearing
panties at all.  Her sex was naked and primal, black curls of hair surrounded
by the shrine of black lace.   

	As if on cue, my cock stirred within jeans that became too tight.  Joni was
just sitting there, looking at me from behind a veil of tousled hair.  I moved
to release my belt, and her head snapped up, her eyes flaming, daring me to
continue.

	"Just sit," she repeated, and I did.

	I sat up straight in the chair and Joni relaxed.  Her hands went back to her
knees and she dug her fingers into her hose.  Slowly, she pulled her
fingernails through her hose, ripping it loudly up to her thighs.  Joni
transformed her hose from elegance to destructive decadence with her nails that
had scratched similar gouges in my back.

	Watching me always, Joni massaged the inside of her thighs.  I bit my lip to
keep from sighing like a fool.  It didn't work.  As Joni's fingers kneaded and
pressed against the thighs that had greeted me always warmly, I sighed at
memories of cold nights and warm beds.

	Joni brought her hands to her sex, passing the palms over the top of her hair.
 Sitting across from her, I could easily imagine the feel of her soft hairs
tickling her palms.  She lifted her palms and ran her fingers though her dark
bush, her fingernails touching her outer lips with the slightest touches.  As I
sat transfixed, Joni hand's came down and grabbed her pubic hair roughly and
pulled her hair harshly.  She cried out at the sudden shock and I gasped with
her.  Just as quickly as she did it, she let go.

	The flash of visible pain still stunned me as she held open the folds of her
sex with one hand.  The shocking pink of her sex stared at me with the same
intensity that Joni's eyes were still holding on me.  With her free hand two
fingers dipped into her sex and gathered a wet offering of her desire.  With
these fingers, she then smeared the moisture on her forehead.  She anointed
herself again with her fingers, this time leaving a drop of her lust on her
chin.  As her chin glistened, she applied a second offering onto the base of
her neck.  Another anointment was given to her between her breasts, more to the
left, right on the bite mark I left last night.

	"Just sit," I told myself.

	After she had finally satisfied whatever rituals she needed, Joni brought both
of her hands over her sex, covering herself completely.  Her eyes released
their grip on me and her mouth opened sensually as her fingers entered her
sacred place.   With her legs so lewdly open, she started an undulating motion
with her hands on her sex.  Her arms joined the motion, her shoulders revolving
as her whole upper body joined the circular motion.  Her cleavage heaved,
emerging from the confines of her shirt and straining against her green bra. 
All of her body became dedicated to the simple masturbation of her sex.

	Within moments, the room was dominated by the wet sounds of her sex.  It was a
dirty, smacking noise made beautiful by the woman making the noises.  Joni
crossed her ankles and leaned back on the couch as her fingers went deeper,
worshipping the rosy temple even further.  Her thumbs joined at her emerging
clit, pulling and stroking the rising purple altar.  The candlelight reflected
the beads of desire she had anointed herself with earlier.


	Her manual prayers were much more subdued now but her body was not.  Joni's
breasts surged out of her shirt as her back arched with a flash of bliss.  She
was breathing hard, ragged gasps coming from her crimson lips.  Thighs clenched
against a lover that wasn't there, held back only by her desire for me to see
her desire.  Sweat appeared on her forehead, dampening the wavy black hair
against her face.

	I just sat.

	Joni abandoned her clit and her right hand plunged into her sex.  She stroked
faster with a steady gait.  Joni crossed over from worship to fucking with a
fluid grace that only the wicked and the innocent possess.  Her other hand
moved under her shirt, cupping her right breast and squeezing the soft flesh
with her sharp nails.  Joni tilted her head down, shrouding her face again with
her sweaty hair.  From underneath her veil, I could hear the increasing volume
of her gasps.

	Her sex was flushed and wet, sealing around her constantly moving fingers.

	Joni moaned as she ripped her breast free from her bra and pinched her nipple
savagely.

	The coming of her orgasm was punctuated by the trembling of her lip.

	When it was over, Joni opened her eyes.  Breathing hard, she licked her lips
and stared at me with her hazel eyes.  A smile came to her lips, cruel and
sensual and completely seductive.  A single lock of hair clung to her sweaty
cheek.  A tremor came over her, a lingering aftershock of pleasure.

	I could sit no more.

The end.
	 

"He doesn't interest me.  God tolerates the intolerable.  He is irresponsible
and inconsistent.  He is not a gentleman"- Don Jamie
"The Fencing Master" by Arturo Perez-Reverte

My stories are kept at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ShonRichards

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