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Subject: {ASSM} The Dinner
Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2001 07:10:06 -0500
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The Dinner
Copyright 1999 - 2001 by dolce_vie@yahoo.com
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Note:  This is the second of a few stories I have written.  These
       are my first works.  Comments and/or suggestions (even
       inspiration) are welcome.


  John and Marsha had been seeing each other for about two months.  They 
had met on the Internet.  A mutual friend had gotten them together in a 
chat room.  Immediately, they hit it off and had chatted privately for 
several weeks with intense passion, sharing their wildest fantasies.  
When they finally to meet in real life, it went from 'love at first byte' 
to 'love at first sight.'  Their fantasies became realities.  This is a 
story of just one of their realities.

  While John and Marsha were getting ready to go out for a romantic 
dinner, John instructed Marsha on what to wear.  Marsha was instructed to 
wear a nice skirt, knee length, long sleeve silk blouse, bra, stockings 
and garter and 3" heels.  Nothing else.  Marsha was eager to comply, 
knowing John had something special and erotic in mind.

  As they were getting ready to leave, John inspected Marsha's outfit and 
approved.  He said, "I have something special for you to wear tonight" 
and held her loosely and kissed her softly.  He then removed from his 
jacket a box and showed it to her.  It looked like a tall bracelet box, 
covered with cloth in an oriental design.  John opened the box toward 
Marsha to reveal it's contents.  It was a pair of silver balls about 1 
2/2" in diameter.  Marsha looked both surprised and puzzeled.  "What are 
they?  What are they for?"  "They are Ben-Wah balls", John answered.  
"They are used to heighten your sensitivity.  Let me show you."  John 
took one in his hand and shook it.  It rang like a bell.  "They are 
hollow inside with another ball inside and when you shake them, they ring 
and vibrate.  Watch what happens when you use two!"  John took the other 
one out of the box and bumped the two together.  They both rang and 
vibrated.  "How are they used?", Marsha asked.  She showed her 
fascination and delight in heer widened eyes and voice as she spoke.  
"Let me show you!", John said.

  "Lift up your skirt and step apart", he said.  Marsha hesitated just a 
bit.  Her hesitation was from anticipation and excitement.  She trusted 
John completely and knew that only god was coming from him.  Just what 
that 'good' was, was yet to be determined!  She took a step to the side 
with her right foot, separating her feet about 18".  She then bent 
forward just a bit and grabbed the sides of her skirt about halfway down 
her thighs.  As she stood up, lifting her skirt, she also began rolling 
the skirt in her hands.  She stopped as the hem of her skirt was just 
below her crotch.  She knew where the edge of her skirt was without 
looking.  She gazed lovingly at John all the while.  "A little higher", 
John said.  Marsha shyly tilted her head to the side a bit and with a 
little smirk, pulled her skirt up just a bit more, exposing her crotch to 
John.

  John stepped toward her and reached down and very lightly ran his 
fingers through her hair.  Then he increassed the pressure on his 
fingers, gently rubbing her lips along their length.  Marsha pushed her 
hips into his hand ever so slightly.  John felt this and responded by 
pushing his fingeers between her lips.  He was not surprised, but he was 
definately excited, to feel her wetness.  Marsha blushed even though she 
was very pleased at herself and his reaction.  John found her clit and 
slowly encircled it with one wet fingertip.  Marsha swooned.

  When John felt she was ready, he took one of the ben-wah balls, 
positioned it between her swollen wet lips and massaged her lips and clit 
with the ball.  Marsha was taken aback by the ball's coldness, but that 
was short lived as it warmed quickly.  She eagerly moved her hips into 
John's motions.  John then positioned the ben-wah ball at her very 
lubricated opening and pushed it inside her.  Marsha gasped with both the 
sudden intrusion and with the pleasure of that same intrusion!  John held 
her lips together and massaged them and her entire crotch.  Marsha ground 
her hips into his hand, eyes closed, savoring the moment, going to 
heaven.  But before Marsha could get too absorbed, he took the other ball 
and placed it between her lips and quickly inserted it into her, banging 
into the prior ball setting off a tiny vibration that almost made 
Marsha's legs buckle with delight.  She ground hard into John's hand, 
swaying her hips.  He inserted two fingers into her and bumped the balls 
together inside her.  Her legs were quivering. John went a step further 
and began playng with her clit.  When her breathing got ragged, he 
stopped!  Marsha squealed, "No!"  "It's time to go to dinner", John said 
as he pulled her skirt down from her hands and moved to go.  Marsha 
almost screamed, "How can you do this to me?", noting John was also 
excited from the bulge in his pants. She was really thinking "How can he 
be so restrained?"

  "I can't go like this!" Marsha gasped.  "Why not?" John asked.  Marsha 
was thinking ahead, "Because they won't stay in", she quiped.  John 
thought about it for a second and left the room.  He returned with a pair 
of Marsha's thong panties.  "Here, wear these."  Marsha took them from 
him, and thought for a minute and carefully bent over and put them on, 
pulling them up awkwardly under her skirt.  She lifted her skirt enough 
that John could see the glistening of her upper thighs. She wiggled her 
lower half testing her new toys.  Apparently pleased, she stood tall and 
looked at John askew, "Let's go".  John smiled to himself as he was 
pleased with his pleasing her.

  But John was not through.  "There are rules", he said.  Marsha reacted 
in a defiant shock, "What rules?!"  John continued, "You may not cross 
your legs, you must keep your knees apart and you cannot touch yourself."  
Marsha looked at him, squinting and clinching her teeth as if to say "You 
bastard!" but said nothing.  John got Marsha's coat and helped her on 
with it, then put his on.

  As they were walking out to the car, John definately noticed Marsha's 
little waddle as she strained to hold the ben-wah balls inside.  When 
John opened the car door for her, she took it very slowly getting in.

  On the drive to the restaurant, Marsha wiggled her bottom into the seat 
and appeared to be massaging herself by swaying her legs.  When her knees 
got too close together, John would reach over and pull her left knee from 
the right.  "Remember, keep your knees apart!"  Other than a few stolen 
glances, the drive was uneventful.

  When they arrived at the restaurant, John got out to open the car door.  
Marsha took a few seconds to begin her exit.  She seemed to be trying to 
find the most efficient way to get out of the car without pulling or 
straining in such a way as to push the balls out of her.  She walked even 
more gingerly fromt he parking lot to the restaurant door.  She was 
walking in small steps, knees together.  Then she noticed the entrance to 
the restaurant!  She had a horrified look when she saw the three steps 
she would have to climb to the entrance.  John saw her horror.  He 
stopped at the first step and held her hand for support and she very, 
very slowly took each step, pausing in preparation for the next.  John 
was aslo puzzled at what her caution was about.  He figured there would 
be no problem with the balls falling out with her panties, even as wet as 
he knew she was.  Once inside the restaurant, marsha seemed to walk a 
little more toward the normal, but still carefully.

  It was a French restaurant, very romantic setting.  The lights were 
dim, but not so dark that you could not see each other or the food.  They 
ordered cocktails and sipped as they gazed at each other while they 
waited for their dinner order.  Marsha kept looking around the room as if 
she was embarrassed because everyone in the room knew her little secret.  


  During dinner, Marsha would give a little wiggle in her seat as if to 
adjust herself.  When her face went flush and her body quivered almost 
imperceptably, she let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a 
hiccup, John knew what had happened!  She had cum.  Not the 'big one' but 
one to make her want more.  John knew she could not continue this without 
reaching a point where she would be screaming for total release.  He 
would lean forward in his chair slightly, look her in the eyes and softly 
tell her to relax.  Marsha's response was a 'yeah! right!' look.  John 
estimated marsha had cum at least five times during the entire period.

  After the meal was finished and it was time to go, Marsha kinda just 
sat there, not wanting to get up.  John smiled at her, imagining a puddle 
in her seat as he stood up and walked to her and offered his hand.  He 
hepled her get up.  Her rise was slow and deliberate.  She was flush, 
with a silly grin on her face.  Well, if the other people she imagined 
knew her secret, didn't, they did now!  Her pleasure was written all over 
her face!  Her walk to the exit was slow and careful.  John was getting 
excited watching her (and a bit jealous that he was not directly 
producing her pleasure).  But, at the top of those three giant steps, 
panic grew on her face!  John took the down step and she held his hand 
very tight as she manuevered to get down the steps without separating her 
legs.

  As Marsha was getting into the car seat she let out a little "Oops!"  
John was puzzled, "What?"  Marsha gave a sheepish upward glance and said 
"One just fell out!"  John was stunned.  He looked around and saw her 
ben-wah ball on the car floor.  He just got a tissue from the door 
pocket, wrapped the ball in it and placed it in his pocket.  He got in 
the car.

  As soon as John sat down and closed the door, he leaned over to Marsha 
and kissed her passionately, at the same time, running his hand up her 
inner thigh.  Marsha was wet, very wet!  She was so wet it was running 
down her thighs.  He thought to himself, after his cock became instantly 
hard, no wonder it fell out!  He inserted his fingers inside her and 
played with her clit with his thumb.  She tilted her head back and 
moaned.  John withdrew his hand and raised it to Marsha's lips.  She 
kissed his fingers and gave a quick lick.  As he drove away, John slapped 
her leg and she quickly separated her knees.

  Marsha seemed a little less cautious getting out of the car and walking 
up to the house.  Once inside, she ripped off her coat and wrapped her 
arms around John, kissing him with al her passion.  John returned her 
passion.  He held her tight, then started carressing everywhere he could 
reach, ssqueezing her bottom while lifting up to him that way.  After 
what seemed hours, they separated and John bent her forward over the back 
of the couch.  He lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her bare, 
upthrust bottom.  He quickly remove her panties.  John's cock was 
straining against his pants and straining for release.  He knew he had to 
contain himself in order to further Marsha's pleasure.  He roughly 
grabbed and carresed her bottom cheeks as he buried his face between her 
now widespread legs.  He kissed and licked and bit at the most sensitive 
parts of her inner thighs.  She squirmed in delight.  She moaned loudly.  
He began licking her lips.  He spread her lips with his fingers and 
sucked and nibbled on her clit.  His face was covered in her love juices.  


  John stood up, unable to hold back any longer, lowered his pants and 
pushed his cocked slowly into her.  She accepted him gladly, screaming 
with delight, raising her hips as best she could to meet him.  He grabbed 
her hips for leverage and pulled her back onto him as he rammed his cock 
deep inside her.  Marsha let out a loud gasp!  John also let out a loud 
gasp as his thrust was stopped short by the hard steel ball still inside 
her.  He had forgotten about that!  He withdrew from her, she begged for 
more, not realizing what had happened.  John used two fingers and reached 
inside her to pull remove the ball.  It was a slippery affair, but he got 
it out!  He again stood at Marsha with his cock ready to enter her.  He 
rammed into her as deep as he could.  Marsha screamed with delight.  She 
was past ready!  As soon as John started pumping Marsha's breathing 
became heavy and her body shaking and quivering.  John was ready and 
exploded inside her, filling her with his love juices.  

  They both collasped, sated, John still inside.  After what seemed a 
very long time, John pulled Marsha to standing.  He just held her there 
for a minute.  He slowly slipped out of her and wlked her to the bedroom.  
He helped her undress and they layed on the bed together, holding each 
other, not wanting to let go, to loose the sensations of their warm 
bodies touching.  John pulled away slightly and gave a little attention 
to her neglected breasts.  He kissed and sucked a bit on each nipple, 
then returned to holding her in a loving embrace.

  They both fell asleep, fully sated and happy with their dinner date.

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