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Subject: {ASSM} RP TIramisu "Black Silk Camisole (A Christmas Gift for Celeste)" ( MF mild Mdom B/D theme)
Date: Sun, 26 Nov 2000 15:10:17 -0500
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CONTENT WARNING: This story has an adult theme and may include graphic
descriptions of sexual acts.  If it is either illegal where you are, or
you are not of legal age to view such material,  please stop now.
The Black Silk Camisole (A Christmas Gift for Celeste), by Tiramisu.
MF,
con, mild Mdom/BD theme.

Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
without explicit permission of the author. Permission is granted for
archiving in ass and assm.
Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com.

The Black Silk Camisole
(A Christmas Gift for Celeste)
by Tiramisu
Copyright 1998. All rights reserved. Please do not repost without
written permission of the author.

The Black Silk Camisole
(A Christmas Gift for  Celeste)


December 10. Fifteen days till Christmas. Ten days till the deadline.

Rich Grayson figured what the heck, shut off the engine, and got out of
the car. He looked at the gray sky. Snow flurries. But nothing serious.
He left his overcoat on the back seat of the car, turned up the collar
of his well worn corduroy sportcoat, and walked the short distance to
the mall entrance. He hated wearing the overcoat. Too bulky when
driving; too warm in the mall.

He came to Victoria's Secret, hesitated, then went in. He looked at the
lacy bikini and bra sets, the thongs, the silk teddies, and wished he
had someone to buy them for. This really made no sense. What was he
doing here? He wandered past the nightgowns and peignoirs, idly
searching for nothing in particular, and heard a soft voice behind him,

"Can I help you, sir?"

"No," he muttered nervously.

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that sometimes men are a bit shy when
they come in here. Is there anything special I can help you with?"
She was very pretty. About 5'5",  blonde hair which just touched her
shoulders, blue eyes, and a slim body.  She was mid twenties, and
looked much too innocent to be selling, or for that matter, wearing,
the sexy things on display.

"Not really," he said.

"A gift for someone?" she persisted.

"Celeste," he said without thinking.

"Is Celeste your wife? Can I help you find something for her?"

"No," he said nervously.

"I really am sorry. A lot of men come in to buy gifts for girlfriends or
wives, and they are  a bit nervous or shy, and sometimes I'm able to
help them overcome it. Is Celeste your girlfriend?"

"That's okay. Thanks. No, Celeste isn't my girlfriend. In fact, I don't
know her."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. That sounds terrible. It's a contest."

"Ah, well, now I understand." Rich heard the smirk in her voice.

"This was a bad idea. I should explain."

"No, you really don't have to...."

"You see, I'm a writer, and there's this contest, 'A Christmas Gift for
Celeste.' "

"Ah, well, that does make more sense. But who is Celeste?"

"Celeste is a reviewer. What I write is on the Internet, and Celeste
reviews the stories. Well, she did, but she's kind of retired now."

"So were you going to buy something nice for Celeste?"

Again, he thought he heard a smirk in her voice. God, she was pretty.
"No, I guess it was just for inspiration. Like I said, this was a bad
idea."

"I hope you don't mind, but I'm intrigued by this. I've always wanted
to write. I've written a few short stories, science fiction, but never
had the nerve to submit them to anyone for publication."

"Oh, I've never been published, but you can post things on the
Internet.
I'm sure there are places to post science fiction, too, though I've
never looked for them."

"What kind of stories do you write?"

"Erotica," he said simply.

"Oh, my," she said. "Now I see why you came to this particular store
for inspiration..."

"Yes," he said, grinning sheepishly.

"Look, I need to get back to work, but..." She hesitated. "I'm sorry.
I'm usually not so forward, especially with strangers, but I really am
intrigued. About the writing, that is," she added hastily. "Anyway, I
have a break in 20 minutes. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee? I'd
really like to hear more about writing stories for the Internet."

Rich couldn't believe it.  Was this pretty young girl  coming on to
him?

She was too young, really, maybe fifteen years younger than he. "Sure,"
he said without further thought.

"Great," she said enthusiastically.  "I'll meet you at Starbuck's at
four o'clock."

Rich looked on in awe as she turned to walk  toward the next customer.
She looked great in a Christmas-y red skirt and white blouse. The skirt
hugged her slim hips and perfect ass. He wondered what she'd look like
in the black silk camisole and bikini set he was admiring a minute ago.
Enough of that foolishness, he thought, and left the store.

The twenty minutes seemed a lot longer, but finally it was four
o'clock,
and there she was at a small table in front of Starbuck's.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi. By the way, I'm Cathi, with an 'i'. And a  'C', for Catherine."

"Hi Cathi, my name's Rich."

"Uh huh," she said suspiciously. "A pen name I suppose."

"No, my pen name is Dick."

"Oh, no!"

"Oh, no?"

"A rather obvious pen name for a writer of erotica. What is it? Big
Dick
or something like that?"

He was embarrassed. "No, Dick Long."

Cathi laughed. "Oh no, really? That's so obvious. You can do better
than
that."

"Like what?" he asked, not sure whether to be annoyed.

"Oh, I don't know, something sensual, like 'Red Silk', or maybe
something sinfully delicious, like 'Tiramisu'."

"Hmmm."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be critical. It just struck me as kind of
funny."

"That's okay. And maybe you have a point."

As they sipped their coffee, they got to know each other. The
conversation flowed easily, and they laughed a lot. Rich explained that
he was a self employed financial advisor, divorced, no kids, loved to
ski, play tennis, and travel. Cathi explained that she was never
married, though a long term relationship had ended a few months ago.
She
was working part time at the mall and going to graduate school for her
masters degree in  art history.  She was freelancing as a graphic
designer, too, but really wanted to be a museum curator. She also loved
to ski, play tennis, and travel. She was 26, and she didn't seem at all
concerned about the 16 year difference in their ages.
He hoped he'd see her again.

And she teased him, and he loved it.  "So, Dick Long," she said,  "were
you fantasizing about Celeste in that sexy black camisole you were
looking at when I came up to you?"

The truth was, right now he was fantasizing about Cathi in that black
silk camisole, fantasizing about sliding the panties down over her
hips,
caressing her thighs, sliding the camisole up....

"Well, Dick Long? Lost in fantasies about Celeste?"

He blushed. "No, no."

She giggled. A cute, friendly, teasing giggle, with a warm smile.
"So, Rich, tell me about writing for the Internet.."

Rich explained how he'd discovered the newsgroups and archives,
explained that Celeste was one of the regular reviewers of stories on
the Internet, and how over the years, the stories had gotten quite
literate. Many were quite well written, with characters who could be
real people. Even some of the wilder, less believable stories had some
artistic merit to them.

Cathi listened intently, then  asked,  "And what kind of stories does
Dick Long write?"

Rich took a deep breath, then replied. "Well, I often write stories
with
a light bondage or domination and submission theme."

Cathi flushed, then gave her nervous sexy giggle. "Whips and chains,
huh?"

Was she turned on by the idea of bondage stories? Was the giggle a
nervous attempt to hide it? "No, nothing like that. S and M is
different. I don't write about pain, just pleasure."

"Ohh. I see. Like how, for instance?"

He was a bit nervous talking about this, but she asked. He explained,
"Well, perhaps a man will have a woman get naked, tie her up, and tease
her. Make her beg him to let her come, and keep teasing. When he
finally
lets her come, it's incredible of course."

He watched for her reaction. She swallowed, then said simply, "Of
course."

"Or perhaps," he continued, "the woman would tie the man up and do the
same to him."

"Uh huh."

He decided to explain further. "Actually. I've never done most of the
things I write about, but I've always found that such stories were a
turn on for me. To me though, the best thing is when  two people are
really into giving each other as much pleasure as possible. The idea of
one person surrendering to another is quite exquisite. The idea of not
knowing what to expect is very exciting. And the idea of one person
using his or her imagination  to create a scene to drive the other wild
is really something special."

Cathi had grown quiet. But she seemed very interested.

"Yes," she said. "I see." She thought for a moment, then added, "Tell
me
about one of your stories."

"Well, there is one story I'm working on. These two people see each
other from time to time in a business context. Over the years they've
become good friends. Helped each other get through difficult divorces,
etc. There's been an attraction for a while, but they never acted on
it,
but finally, one day, he asks her out to dinner. She accepts."

"Yes."

"The story is written from her point of view. She is nervous and very
excited.  Over dinner, the conversation turns to his divorce and it
turns out he wanted a fuller sex life, wanted to explore some of the
more interesting things, you know, like I talked about before. On the
other hand, our heroine  had always been content with a very simple sex
life, never really thought about anything kinky, but she was intrigued.
She wanted to explore,  and he could sense it. And so she became
submissive and he drove her wild."

"Oh no you don't! Now you've got me all curious. Give me details!"

"Okay. Well,  they start flirting outrageously over dinner. It gets
very
sexy. Eating oysters, feeding each other. Things like that.  You'd have
to read it. Anyway, she is getting turned on and he senses it and
decides to go for it. He asks what she's wearing under her dress and
she
tells him. He tells her go to the ladies room and remove her underwear.
She does. There's a lot about what's going on in her head.  He tells
her
she can stop anytime, that they'll still be friends, but if she stops,
then this part of their relationship will  end."

"And she agrees to go on?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Well, she is really excited now. He tells her he wants to taste her.
She is confused. He tells her to touch herself, then let him taste her
on her finger."

"Oh my."

"All through dinner he teases her. It builds gradually. He explains
that
she is not allowed to come unless he tells her to. Maybe, he won't let
her come, because the not knowing will make it more intense for her.
That sometimes, it will be just about his pleasure, but mostly, it will
be for her. He wants to learn how to drive her crazy, give her the most
intense pleasure possible."

"Ohh," she said. Was she was getting turned on?

"He tells her he might tease her all through dinner. Maybe linger for a
long while over coffee. Maybe he won't let her come, or maybe he will."

"Right there, in the restaurant?"

"Yes."

"Oh, wow. And?"

"At the end of dinner, well, you'd have to read it, but things get
really hot. She is touching herself as he instructs, and he is kissing
her and whispering to her what he wants her to imagine he is doing to
her. She has a shattering orgasm right at the table, fighting not to
scream."

"Oh, God, Rich."

Suddenly, Cathi looked at her watch. "Oh no. I'm fifteen minutes late."
Hurriedly, she got up to leave.

He called after her, "Wait, Cathi, can I see you again?"

But she was gone.

***

Cathi found it nearly impossible to keep her mind on her work, and
being
surrounded by all the sexy things at Victoria's Secret didn't make it
any easier. She couldn't get that story out of her mind. She'd gotten
wet hearing about it, and now she couldn't forget it. Would Rich want
to
actually do something like that? Would he want to do it with her?
Rich was older, but that was good. Maybe 40, or so. His touch of gray
made him look even more handsome. His blue eyes were awesome. And he
looked hot in his corduroy sportcoat and faded jeans. Cute butt. And
the
guys her age were just so selfish in bed.  Well, anyway,  Joe certainly
had been. Hell, he'd been selfish about everything, which is why she'd
finally broken up with him after four years. And before Joe, well,
there
hadn't been much...

Imagine, that woman in the story, fingering herself in that restaurant
and coming like that. She could never do anything like that. But it had
excited her.
She realized she wasn't sure if she was more turned on by Rich or the
story. Both, probably.
Damn. The way she'd run off. She'd been surprised by her reactions to
him, and a bit frightened.  And the time had flown. She was so late
getting back. But would she see him again? Well, he knew where she
worked. But maybe  he thought he'd scared her off.  Would he come to
the
store?

***

Rich sat at the table. She ran off so fast. Maybe she hadn't heard him
when he called after her. Or maybe he'd made her so nervous that she
had
simply run away. Maybe she decided he was some kind of dangerous
pervert
or something.
But he couldn't get her out of his mind. She was so sweet and pretty,
and she did seem interested in the story. Or in him. Well, only one way
to find out.
He walked back to Victoria's Secret and spotted her arranging bras near
the back of the store. "Cathi," he said softly as he approached her
from
behind.

She jumped when she heard his voice. "Oh!" she said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. You ran off so fast. I called
after you but I guess you didn't hear me. I was hoping I could see you
again."

"Okay," she said quickly.

"When?" he asked.

"I get off at 8."

"I'll meet you here then?"

She hesitated, then said quickly, "No! Here, let me give you my
address.
Can you come at 9:00?"

"Sure."

"Great," then impulsively, she added, "Maybe I'll help you write that
story for Celeste."

***

At precisely 9 PM Rich appeared at her door. He held out a single red
rose to her when she answered the door. She still wore the white blouse
and red skirt. Perfect.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi, Cathi."

She just stood there in the doorway. She seemed nervous. He broke the
silence. "Cathi, if you're nervous about this..."

"No, please, I'm sorry. Come in."

He smiled. "Thank you."

He was still holding the rose. Finally, she took it. "The rose is
beautiful, Rich, thank you."

"You're sure you're okay? Would you like to go out for a drink or
something?"

She hesitated. She was nervous. "No. I have to admit, I am nervous.
Actually, I couldn't get that story out of my mind all day. My
reactions
to it were kind of scary."

"The idea of submission like that turned you on?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Would you feel better if we went out. So we weren't, you know, alone?"

She thought for a moment. He could feel her tension. Her inner
struggle.
He knew what she wanted, or he thought he did. But he knew she was
afraid. He knew what he wanted, too, but he wasn't foolish enough to
rush her. Maybe he should insist they go for a drive or something.
"No," she said, interrupting his thoughts. "Can I get you a glass of
wine?"

"That would be nice."

They were still standing in the entry hall. She led him into the living
room where she showed him to a nice overstuffed sofa which faced a wall
unit with a TV, stereo, and bookshelves. There was also a coffee table,
and an arm chair with a table and lamp next to it. She left him and
went
into the kitchen,  and returned with an open bottle of chilled
Chardonnay and two glasses. One glass had just a bit of wine remaining
in the bottom. She filled the two glasses, and gave him the fresh one.
She slipped off her shoes and curled up on the sofa next to him,
tucking
her legs in  under her. She held up her glass. "To Celeste," she said.

He grinned. "To Celeste."

"So," she said. Again, she seemed nervous. "Tell me about the story for
Celeste?"

"What about it?"

"What are you going to write about?"

He thought for a moment. "How about a guy who goes into Victoria's
Secret, and meets this absolutely beautiful, charming, sweet young
woman."

She blushed. "Uh huh."

He decided to take a chance. "The problem with the story is this. It's
easy to create sexual tension. But we can't just have these two people
who don't know each other jump into bed. It's certainly believable
enough that the guy would want to, but stories about women who'll jump
into bed with just anyone are a dime a dozen, and not very believable.
No, this woman has a sweetness and innocence. She won't just jump into
bed with this guy, but if the story drags on and on about how they get
to know each other over a period of time, well, the reader who wants a
sex story will lose interest long before they get to the good parts."

"I see. You're pretty serious about this writing."

"Yes, I am."

"And you post these stories on the net?"

"Yes."

"I have a computer. Can I read the story you were telling me about?"
She led him to the bedroom, where the computer sat on a desk against
the
wall. She signed on, and he directed her to the newsgroup where she
found the  story, "Rebecca." Nervously, he sat on the bed as she read.
The story was pretty short, but it seemed to take her forever to read
it. His only clue to her reaction was the occasional "oh" he heard hear
mutter.

Finally, she finished. She turned off the computer and stared at the
blank screen for a few moments.  She turned to him. Her face was
flushed. "My God, Rich. That was incredible."

"Thank you."

"I've never read anything like that. It was..."

He smiled.

"Wow. So," she added, "what about this story for Celeste?"

"Yes?"

"Well." She hesitated. "Perhaps..."

"Yes."

"Well, maybe this woman talks to this guy about these stories he
writes,
and maybe it touches something deep in her soul. Maybe something she
never quite realized was there, or never quite admitted. Maybe she has
some guilt about sex because she was raised Catholic."

There was a long pause. Cathi bit her lower lip. Darkness descended
over
her face.  "Maybe..." she continued. "Maybe she's only had a few
relationships with men because she's uptight. Maybe the only two guys
in
her life she trusted enough to be intimate with were selfish pigs and
never really cared about her." Cathi paused again, then said softly, "I
dunno, maybe she's never had an orgasm..."

She was visibly upset. He stood next to her, put an arm around
her. "Are
you okay, Cathi?"

She rested her head on his chest. Took a deep breath. "Yes." Then she
went on, a little more calmly. "So, maybe she is ready to explore."

Rich looked at her, looked into her eyes, trying to read her. "Do you
think she's ready?" he asked finally.

Cathi looked at the floor, then slowly looked up. Her eyes met his.
Slowly, she reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to
the floor, revealing the black silk bikini. Then she began to unbutton
her blouse. As she undid the buttons, the black silk camisole came into
view. As she undid the last buttons, she exposed the bare flesh of her
smooth stomach above the  bikini.

She stood before him. Stockings. Camisole. Bikini. Black. Sexy.

She took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and said simply, "Yes."

END

Copyright 1998
Tiramisu

Author's note: The Story "Rebecca" can be found at
http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17980.txt

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