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From: tiramixu@yahoo.com (Tiramisu)
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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> H is for Hat  (MF Rom Cons) by Tiramisu
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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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.

H is for Hat  (MF Rom Cons)

A Dulcinea Story by Tiramisu

Copyright 2000 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. Or, preferably, post
comments to assd for all to see.

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"Why did you buy that stupid hat anyway?" she said,
struggling to fit the oversized Panama hat in the 
overhead bin.  

"You know why I got it.  To keep the sun off my face."  
He watched her trying to move their carry-ons around to 
make room for the large hat.  And he watched her as she 
reached up, her long bare legs stretching, her muscles 
taut, her ass tight and firm under the shorts she wore 
for the red-eye flight home.  "Don't damage it."

"Here. You do something with it," she said tossing it 
to him as she slumped into the window seat with the 
paper back novel she'd started by the pool.

He struggled for awhile and couldn't find a spot for 
the hat either, and settled into his seat next to her, 
the hat on his lap. 

Soon, the flight was underway and the cabin lights were
dimmed as the other passengers settled in to get some 
sleep.  He looked at her and grinned.  He reached over 
and kissed her neck, that spot just below her ear that 
he knew was especially sensitive.  She purred, and said 
without conviction, "I'm trying to read."

"I know, honey, but you look so delicious, the way your
shirt leaves your neck bare, not to mention your long 
tan legs, and your bare feet.  I'd get down of the 
floor and kiss your toes if I thought no one would see 
me."

"What  a shame," she said. "I can think of nothing I'd 
like better than having my toes kissed.  Except maybe 
having them licked and sucked."

"Hmm," he said. "I wish I could.  Then maybe I'd leave 
a trail of kisses up the inside of your leg.  Stopping 
before I get to your shorts, of course.  I wouldn't 
want to do anything indecent on an airplane."

She laughed. "You wouldn't?"

He grinned at her.  "Well, to tell the truth, I suppose 
I would.  I'd unzip your shorts and slip my hand down 
the front as I nibbled your thighs.  Maybe I'd find 
that you were wet and this would inspire me.  I'd get a 
blanket and put it over your lap so I could hide your 
nakedness as I take your shorts off and bury my head 
between your legs, licking your sweet, bare pussy lips, 
then slipping my tongue between them, tasting your 
honey."  He kissed her neck again, nibbling, gently 
nipping her with his teeth.

"Hmm," she cooed.  "Tell me more."

"Your clit would be hard and swollen, and I'd find it 
with my tongue.  First, licking gently, then harder, 
finally sucking it between my lips and flicking it with 
my tongue until you cum."

"Oh my," she said.  "But you can't.  There isn't even 
room on the floor."

"True.  Next time, we'll have to fly first class."

"Uh huh." She reached over and rested her hand in his 
lap, and the bulge she found told her that his words 
were affecting him the same way they were affecting 
her.  "So, since we're stuck back here in coach and we 
can't do those wicked things, I suppose I should go 
back to my book?"

"You could.  Or I could tell you the real reason I 
bought this hat," he said placing the hat on her lap, 
and sliding his hand under the hat and inside the leg 
of her shorts, stroking her pussy through her damp 
panties.

She gasped as she felt his fingers slip under the 
panties and into her wet pussy. Breathless, her first 
orgasm rapidly approaching, she whispered,  "Yes honey, 
tell me the real reason you bought that hat."

Copyright May, 2001 Tiramisu

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