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From: Tiramisu <tiramixu@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP Tiramisu "Rebecca" MF, con. Hot, and a bit kinky, but no more hints. More codes at end of story.
Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 23:10:03 -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.

REBECCA by Tiramisu. MF, con. Hot, and a bit kinky, but no more hints.
More codes at end of story.

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Copyright 1998 by Tiramisu. All rights reserved. Please do not repost
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Comments are welcome. Email Tiramixu@yahoo.com.




REBECCA


It had been a gray drizzly day, but the sun finally broke through the
clouds as Rebecca walked to the hotel to meet Jason for dinner.

Rebecca hadn't been able to think of anything else all day. She felt
like a teenager on her  first date. Well, sure.  She hadn't been on a
date in more than 10  years.

Never before had a man captured her imagination in quite the same way.
Jason was sweet, charming, gentle, sensitive, and yet so very self
assured, so very in control of himself. But then, he was fifty, and
she'd never been with anyone so mature before, either.

She'd always liked him. Over the years his business trips had brought
him into town many times and he'd become a good friend. He'd been
understanding, listening thoughtfully  whenever  she needed to talk as
she went through her divorce with Bill. He gave her  a male
perspective, but was always supportive, helping her understand Bill's
point of view without taking his side.  In the end, though, the
marriage just couldn't work.

As a new single Mom, she'd been busy with work and taking care of the
kids, and hadn't had the time or the interest to date.  Sex had never
been a big thing for her. It was nice enough most of the time,  but no
big thing, and she hadn't missed it. But she found  Jason attractive,
sexy even, and had actually begun to flirt with him. Just a little. At
first she hadn't even realized she was doing it, but when she did
realize what was happening,  she found it exciting.   He must have
realized the possibility of more than just friendship, but  it had
taken  forever before he finally asked her out. And now, finally,  he
did.

Rebecca found the ladies room off the lobby. She took off her raincoat
and looked at  herself in the mirror. At 35, she still looked good.
Brown hair cut short framed her face nicely, showing off her long neck.
She'd always been told her face was pretty. She thought she looked
pretty good in the simple black dress. Just short enough to show off
her legs, not so short as to be brazen. Her legs were her best feature:
bare, tanned and shapely.  Spaghetti straps and bare shoulders.
Refined, but just a little bit sexy. Underneath, new white  lace
panties and bra from Victoria's Secret. Maybe he'd see them later.  She
hoped he'd like them. She hoped he'd be removing them. Her thoughts
surprised her. Yes,  it had been a long time.

She left the washroom and found the elevator. Nervous. Butterflies in
her stomach. The view of the city from the glass enclosed elevator grew
more and more spectacular as the elevator took her higher, up to the
roof top restaurant.

The restaurant was beautiful, providing a view of the entire city as it
rotated.  It was nearly sunset, and the dissolving  clouds were  tinged
with red. He saw her first, and stood, gesturing to her. He looked
wonderful. She'd always seem him in his business suits, but he looked
great in white slacks and blue blazer, with a blue pinstripe shirt open
at the collar. And those blue eyes.

She smiled. He took her coat, lay it on an empty chair, then took her
hand, kissed her on the cheek, and led her to her chair. His fingertips
brushed her bare shoulder as he seated her.  She wasn't sure if the
his  touch was accidental or intentional, but  it was electric.

He sat close to her. "Hello, Rebecca," he said, "you look wonderful."
He held out a rose, holding it close to her, close to her cheek. "For a
pretty lady." He said.

She smiled, taking the rose. Her mind was filled with an image of him
caressing her cheek with the rose. And more. "Thank you," she said
simply.

"I'm so glad you could make it tonight," he said. "Tell me, how are
you? How is it going?"

"Oh, I'm doing fine," she said. "Much better now that  the divorce is
final. I'm finding myself, you know. Being me, finding out what that
means. For so long I was trying to live up to Bill's image of me, I'd
sort of forgotten who "me" was."

"That's good Rebecca. I know it's difficult, but it's good. And you
know I'm here to listen. Whenever you need to talk."

"I know. You are a good friend, my best friend really."

"I do care about you. You're a good person and you deserve more. And I
understand this. I did pretty much the same thing to my wife that Bill
did to you."

"You've  never talked about that."

Jason noticed the waiter hovering. "We'll need a few minutes before we
order," he said. "But perhaps we could start with a glass of wine.
Rebecca?"

"Chardonnay would be nice."

"Yes. Bring us a nice California Chardonnay, " he said, nodding to the
waiter. "Now where was I? Oh, yes. Well. I wanted Linda to be
everything to me. Companion, lover, friend."

"That's kinda nice, really."

"Yes, it could be, but we're two different people. And I wanted her to
be a companion for the things I liked. I wanted her to travel with me.
Go skiing with me. You know, share the things I loved."

"Well, again, Jason, that's kinda nice."

"Perhaps, if I had been different, it could have been. The problem was
that I never paid attention to what she needed. Her needs were
different from mine, and all I ever succeeded in doing was making her
feel  inadequate."

"I'm sorry."

The waiter brought the wine.

Jason took his glass, and touched it to hers, "To you, Rebecca. To the
new you, the real you."

 "And to you, Jason, thank you for being such a good listener." She
smiled at him. "We've always talked about me. Please tell me more about
what happened with you."

"Well, you know, I finally adjusted to my interests being different
from hers. I learned to enjoy traveling by myself for example."

"God, I love to travel. I've seen so few places. I wish I had more
chance to do it. It's hard to understand how someone could not get
excited about seeing new things."

"Yes, well, that's how I felt. But not everyone is the same. And I made
her feel bad about it, like there was something wrong with her. That
was wrong of me."

"I'm impressed that you could see that, and admit it."

"Thank you. But of course, it was too late, the damage had already been
done."

"Yes. But is that what led to the divorce? You said you adjusted."

"That was a small part of it. As I said, a certain amount of damage had
already been done. I said I wanted a companion, a friend, a lover.
Actually, I was disappointed on all three levels."

"Oh."

"And of course, I realized too late that most of it was my own fault.
To have a friend, you have to be a friend, and I didn't learn that
either until it was too late. As time went on, it became harder and
harder to share my true feelings because they were threatening to her.
What was worse,  listening to her true feelings, and being
understanding, was difficult for me because that was, well not exactly
threatening, but it made me feel the difference between us more deeply."

"Uh huh," she said, suddenly feeling very connected to this man.

"And as for the third part, well, I learned too that to have a lover
you have to be a lover. And I didn't make her feel loved. All I ever
did was make her feel inadequate. I always thought two people should
learn together, explore together. I must admit, I'm a bit adventurous,
or , I should say, I wanted to be.  I have a strong imagination. And I
never got a chance to fulfill that part of me."

"Ohh," she said,  feeling  those butterflies in her stomach again. She
nervously took a sip of wine. She wondered what it would be like
to "explore" with him. With Bill, sex had been okay, but it was  pretty
routine, and he never seemed particularly interested in learning what
would please her, what would excite her. She'd figured that was the way
it was supposed to be, and had  never really thought about whether
there could be more.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca.  Am I making you nervous?"

"No, no," she said quickly. "Please. Go on."

"Okay, but perhaps we should order dinner."

"Yes."

"Well, the steaks here are pretty good, and the rack of lamb is usually
excellent, but if you like seafood..."

"I love seafood."

"How about stone crabs? Fresh stone crabs are hard to find, and I
understand they have them here."

"I've never had them, but I do like all kinds of seafood."

"Great, then stone crabs it is. They're best cold. How about a nice
cold dinner....lets see....speaking of adventurous...oysters on the
half shell?"

"Love `em," she said.

"Salad? Anything else?"

"We could save room for dessert."

"Perfect," he said.

As Jason ordered for them, Rebecca looked out the window. They were
facing west, and the sun had dipped below the horizon. The last rays of
sunlight caught the vapor trails from jet planes, painting them red.
The clouds, lower in the sky, had faded to pink.  The sunset was
magnificent. She thought about the jets, taking people to places she'd
never seen. Maybe some day.

 The room grew darker as dusk settled over the city. The waiter brought
the salads, refilled their  wine glasses, and lit the candle on the
table.

"Jason, you were saying..."

"Well, anyway, I kept pushing her to do things, you know, travel, and,
well, other things, you know, and it got to be too much. I pushed her
away. I did love her, and she loved me. Maybe we were just too
different, but I think if I had learned some things a little earlier,
it could have turned out better."

"I'm so sorry, Jason."

He placed his hand on hers. Took her hand in his, raised it to his
lips, brushed his lips over her fingertips. She held her breath as he
brushed her fingertips, then kissed them. "Don't be sorry, Rebecca,
I've grown a lot, and will be better for all of it."

He continued to hold her fingers to his lips.

"Jason, thank you for sharing..."

"You are so sweet,  Rebecca." He leaned closer to her, touched her
cheek with his fingertips. Their lips touched. Her eyes closed. Her
lips parted, and she felt his tongue touch hers, lightly, teasing, with
just the tip of his tongue. His teeth brushed her lower lip. His kiss
was gentle, sensuous, nibbling, tasting, and very exciting.

"Hmmm," she murmured.

"Rebecca, I've wanted to do that for a very long time. I've always
found you exciting, but... but it never felt right to act on it."

"I know. But I am very, very glad you did."

The waiter served a half dozen  iced oysters on the half shell,
momentarily destroying the mood.

Jason quickly ate one of the oysters with lemon and cocktail sauce.
Rebecca  slowly spread cocktail sauce and horseradish on one of the
oysters, took her fork, and plucked the oyster from it's shell.  Jason
stared as she opened her mouth, placed it on her tongue, and drew it
into her mouth.

She caught him staring, and she  looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I am
making you nervous," he said.

She hadn't done anything on purpose, but she suddenly realized that
oysters could be a sensual kind of thing. She just kept looking at him,
not saying anything. Maybe she was making him nervous now. She liked
that.

"It's just that..."

"Yes," she said.

"I'm sorry. Watching you eat that oyster. The way you placed it on your
tongue and drew it into your mouth...."

She was enjoying this now. She grinned. "Yes?"

Jason didn't answer. He  took his fork, plucked another oyster from
it's shell, dipped it in sauce and brought it close to her mouth.
Rebecca closed her eyes, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. He
placed the oyster on her tongue and she sucked it into her mouth, a
look of sheer pleasure on her face.

"Rebecca, you are a very sexy woman."

She was very turned on. This was incredible. It surprised her; she had
never even thought about anything like this.  She felt safe. She felt
like she could be herself. Anything she did would be okay. She felt
safe and  sexy and erotic.

She took her fork, took a an oyster, dipped it in the sauce and served
it to Jason. As she held it on the fork, he licked the sauce from it,
running his tongue all over the oyster without taking it from the
fork.  Finally, he drew it between his lips and gently sucked it from
the fork and into his mouth. "Hmmmm,"  he whispered as he did. "I love
the fresh taste of oysters. I love the way an oyster feels on my
tongue. I especially love to find the pearl in the oyster, find it with
my tongue, lick it taste it...."

Oh, god, she thought. She  stared at him, looking deep into his eyes.
Smiling. She took another oyster. Cocktail sauce. Horseradish. She
placed it on the fork, and sucked the sauce from it. She drew it into
her mouth, let it out, then drew it back in, slowly sucking the oyster.
She ran her tongue over it. She watched him watching her. As she drew
it into her mouth for the last time, and swallowed it, he leaned over,
looking into her eyes, holding her eyes with his and  brushed her lips
with his, flicked his tongue over her lips, and licked a bit of
cocktail sauce from her mouth. "Don't want to waste any," he said.

"Hm hmm," she mumbled. Butterflies. More than butterflies. Her body was
responding. What would happen next? Where would he take her? Rebecca
was ready to explore.



PART TWO

"Rebecca."

"Yes."

"What are you wearing under that dress."

"Bra and panties," she said without hesitating.

"Nothing else?"

"Nothing else."

"Tell me about them."

"White. Lace."

"I'd like to see them."

She smiled. "Yes, I'm sure you would."

"I'd like to see them now, Rebecca."

He wasn't kidding.  She was beginning to feel warm, damp.  "Uh huh,"
she mumbled.

"Rebecca, I'd like  you go to the ladies room and remove your bra and
panties. When you come back I'd like you to give me your panties."

"Ohhh," she said.  Her panties were wet. He would know how turned on
she was. This made her nervous,  but excited her more. Silently,
without really thinking, she got up from the table and walked to the
ladies room. She went into the stall and unzipped her dress, opened her
bra and took it off.  She put the bra in her purse. She removed her
panties.    She had never gone out in public without panties. She felt
very exposed. It was very erotic, especially since she was doing it
because he told her to. She wondered what else he would want her to do.
He said he was imaginative. Well, if he wanted her to do anything too
outrageous, she could say no. Or could she?

She rolled her  panties into a ball, concealing them in her hand, took
a deep breath, and left the ladies room. She hurried to the table, and
sat down, nervously looking at her plate, the panties clenched tightly
in her fist.

"Rebecca..."

She looked at Jason. He was holding his open palm toward her. She
placed the damp white ball in his hand.

He took it, held it to his lips, looked at her, holding her eyes with
his.

"So very, very sweet. Thank you, Rebecca. You are very excited, aren't
you?"

She nodded.

"Rebecca, you must do whatever I tell you. If you cannot, you may say
the word `Cease' at anytime, and I will stop. This part of our
relationship will end,  though, but I will still be your friend no
matter what."

She gasped.  But she felt her arousal grow. An hour ago, if she had
been told she would follow instructions to go the  ladies room and
remove her underwear, she would never have believed it. She wouldn't
have believed how turned on it would make her. Well,  she could stop
anytime....

"Yes." She was surprised to hear herself say the word even before she
had finished thinking.

"Rebecca, I know you are wet. I want to taste you."

"Ohh," she said. Her face flushed. She grew even more nervous as the
waiter appeared with their salads. Jason was holding her panties in his
hand. Would the waiter see them? Would he know how aroused she was?

Jason coolly put the panties in the breast pocket of his jacket.

The waiter left after what seemed an eternity. Rebecca took a deep
breath. Had she been holding her breath the whole time he was serving
the salads?

"Do you like my new pocket square, Rebecca?"

She flushed again. God, everything he did turned her on, pushed her
higher. "Yes," she said.

"I like it, too. I think I'll keep it. Thank you."

They ate their salads in silence, the erotic tension building in
Rebecca's head. Jason's words shattered the silence. "The salad is very
good, but I'd rather taste you."

She looked at him.

"Now, Rebecca."

She looked at him, puzzled.

"Rebecca," he said patiently, "take your finger, the middle finger of
your right hand, put it in your cunt, then give me your finger and let
me taste you."

"Oh God." She was shocked. She never used that word, never liked
talking dirty about sex. But when he used that word, it excited her.
Without thinking, she took her  hand, moved it to her lap, and slid it
under her dress. She was shaking as she slid her middle finger over her
exposed lips and into her...self. She was sopping.  Hot and wet.
Involuntarily, her muscles tightened around the finger.

Jason leaned closer. "Rebecca, let me taste your sweetness."

She brought her finger to his lips. He kissed it gently, then licked
just the tip of her finger with the tip of his tongue. She moaned
softly, imagining his kiss, his tongue....

He gently bit the tip of her finger, while teasing it with  the tip of
his tongue, then sucked it, drawing it into his mouth, swirling his
tongue around it. Was he trying to show her how to suck his cock? She
had never liked doing that to Bill, and  would never let him come in
her mouth. She never felt she was good at it, either. But, now,  she
wanted to suck Jason, the way he was sucking her finger...

"Do you want to taste me like that Rebecca?" He interrupted her
thoughts. He always seemed to know what she was thinking.

"Yes."

"Want to feel my hard cock in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Want to feel it throbbing, pulsing? Taste me when I explode in your
mouth?"

"Yessss."

He leaned into her, pressing his lips to hers. His lips parted, and she
felt his tongue teasing her lips. She opened her mouth, and his tongue
slipped inside. She sucked his tongue, let it slide in and out  between
her lips. She swirled her tongue around his. His tongue felt good.

He moaned softly into her mouth.

The kiss lasted forever.

Rebecca had never been so turned on in her entire life.

"Rebecca, take the middle finger of your left hand, and wet it in your
mouth. Take it all the way into your mouth and get it nice and wet.
Think about my cock. Think about sucking my cock." Mindlessly,
completely absorbed, she did as he said. "Now take  the tip of that
wet  finger and place it  just inside the lips of your pussy, letting
the rest of the finger press on your clitoris."

"Ohhh."

"Think about my wet tongue sliding between your lips like that. Think
about my tongue moving up, lightly caressing your clit. Rebecca, let
your finger be my tongue. Let it move over your clit, teasing, tasting.
Let my tongue inflame you."

"Ohh god, Jason..."

 "Rebecca, take your right hand, take two fingers, and put them in your
cunt."

"Ohhh." Rebecca took her right hand, again slid it under her dress,
between her legs. She was so wet. The fingers slid in easily. She
squeezed the fingers, as her left hand moved over her clit.

"Put the two fingers  in your cunt and think about my cock inside you.
I want you to think about how that will feel. My hard cock, throbbing
inside you, filling you up."

Rebecca was squirming in her chair. Two fingers moving inside her, her
other finger massaging her hard clitoris. Her brain filled with images
of his cock in her pussy, in her mouth, his tongue on her. If she kept
this up, she'd have an orgasm right here at the table.

"Don't come, Rebecca."

Again he read her thoughts. He knew she was close. She wanted to come,
but  here? She was afraid, afraid of  screaming out, afraid of everyone
looking at her, knowing what she was doing. But the fear made it even
more erotic. She was glad he didn't want her to come. But how much more
could she take? Her mind raced in circles, unable to think clearly.
Hot. Wet. Cock. Cunt. Tongue.

He interrupted her thoughts with a kiss. Teasing this time. His tongue
lightly teased her lips.

Rebecca moaned softly.

"Don't come, Rebecca, not yet. Not until I tell you."

Again, Rebecca moaned.

She froze.  The waiter appeared with the main course.  Her hands were
under her dress. She knew the air must be filled with the scent of sex.
She didn't move.

The waiter placed in front of them two plates of  colorful  stone crab
claws, beautifully arranged on a bed of lettuce, with tomatoes and
other cold vegetables completing the presentation. Slowly, the waiter
refreshed the wine glasses. Rebecca was afraid to look at him. She
wondered, though, if he was looking at her, knowing what she was doing
with her hands.

Finally, the waiter departed.

"Rebecca, I want you to leave your hands where they are. I will feed
you. I want you to imagine that your hands are tied, that you are
bound, that you have given control to me. I will control your pleasure,
and I will give you exquisite pleasures.  I will control your orgasms.
You will not come without my permission.  Your orgasms will be your
gift to me, and I will take pleasure in them. And they will be my gift
to you."

He paused to give her a sip of wine. A kiss on the cheek. Her mind was
lost.

"Perhaps I will want you to come as we sit here at the table, or
perhaps I will make you wait. We might linger for a long while over
coffee while I tease you. Sometimes, I may deny you. Not knowing for
sure if your orgasms will be permitted will make it so much more
delicious. Sometimes, your only purpose will be my pleasure. But
mostly, it will be for you,  Rebecca.  I want to take you where you've
never been, give you pleasures you've never imagined."

Rebecca listened silently. Lost.

Jason cracked one of the claws, and peeled the shell away.  The sweet
meat fell from the claw in chunks. He took one of the chunks between
his fingers, dipped it in the sauce, and offered it to her. She took it
with her mouth, nibbling his fingers as she did, licking his fingers
clean.

They ate dinner silently. He fed her the delicious crab meat. Gave her
sips of wine.  She watched him eat, slowly, sensuously, licking and
sucking the sweet meat.  Her hands remained under her dress through
dinner. Once, he wanted to taste her. She withdrew her two fingers  and
he sucked them. Once, he offered  an entire claw to her, told her it
was his cock, told her to eat it.  Once, he told her to take the
middle finger of her left hand, dip it in the remoulade, and suck it
like a cock, then put it back between her legs and imagine the head of
his cock against her clit.

All through dinner he kept her on the edge.

As they finished dinner, he leaned close and kissed her cheek, then
lightly brushed her lips with his. He kissed her, nibbling her lips,
teasing with his tongue.  He broke the kiss, then kissed her ear, and
whispered, "Think about my mouth on your pussy. When I kiss your lips,
imagine I am kissing your sweet pussy lips.  When my tongue touches
yours, imagine my tongue is touching your clit, when your fingers move
inside you, imagine my cock thrusting deep inside you."

"Ohhh."

He placed his lips on hers again, his tongue moving over her lips. He
drew her lower lips between his, sucking gently, running his tongue
over her lip. His tongue touched hers. She gasped. She felt it between
her legs.  His tongue touching hers; her finger on her clit. It was all
connected now in her head. It was all the same. One feeling. She was
close to coming.

"Not yet," he said, and she groaned.

"Rebecca," he whispered, kissing her mouth and her ear. "Now I want you
to put three fingers in your cunt. I want you to feel my cock in your
cunt.  Take the middle finger of your left hand, and wet it in my water
glass. That finger is my tongue, Rebecca. You want my tongue on your
clit."

She put her finger in the water glass. When she withdrew it, he took a
sip of the water, looking deep into her eyes as he did. She placed the
wet finger between her legs, gently placed it on her clit. The cool
wetness of it took her breath away. She squirmed in her chair.

"Yes, feel my tongue, licking you," he whispered, kissing her, teasing
her mouth with his lips, his teeth, his tongue. "You imagine me licking
you, you feel it..."

"Ohhh," Rebecca moaned into his mouth as he kissed her. He nibbled her
lips, sucked her tongue. "Move your fingers in your cunt, Rebecca, feel
my cock inside you, imagine how it feels to have me lick and fuck you."

Rebecca was whimpering now, squirming, hips moving in her seat, her
muscles contracting around her fingers. She was on the edge. She felt
everything he said. Her tongue danced in his mouth.

"Come for me now, Rebecca."

"Ohhhhhh." She closed her eyes, and instantly felt the first wave build
and crash over her. Then another and another and another. He kissed her
as she came, nibbling, whispering about his tongue and his cock and her
cunt, but she was no longer listening, just feeling, feeling wave after
wave of pleasure, trying not to scream.

Finally, she came down. She could not believe what she had just done.
She opened her eyes,  looked at him, and saw him smiling, saw his blue
eyes shining.

"Thank you Rebecca. Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I
have ever seen."

END


Copyright 1998
Tiramisu

MF, con, Mdom, F solo

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