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Subject: {ASSM} "The Laptop" {R Grunwald} (MF cons oral)
Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 14:10:05 -0400
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                                                 THE LAPTOP

                         -by Ray Grunwald, Jul 2001
                         raygrunwald@netscape.net 

     Today was one of those brisk feeling days when I felt alive and ready
to work.  The sky outside reminded me of clear fall mornings back in
Vermont although, instead, I was in Tallahassee.  Still, it looked the same
through the dining room window.  Besides, the air conditioning did make
me feel like I was farther to the North.  Not that I had the room set too
cold.  In this part of the country, and during this part of the year, we kept
a pretty conservative setting on the dial, the room temperature was still
up in the 80's.  However, I was pretty comfortable.  We had learned to
beat the heat and still save money by leaving our clothes off.  We found
that it wasn't just the heat that had been so irritating, but also the sticky,
grabby feeling of our clothes clinging to our skins.         So there I was,
sitting at the laptop in the buff and getting further along with my writing
than I had expected.  I still felt refreshed and full of energy from a cool
shower and ready for a few more pages of work.

     I could hear Tru in the shower at the other end of the house. She had
been the college roommate of my wife and we had all kept in touch.
Since her arrival a few days ago, she had spent the majority of her time
beside the pool trying to remove the last remnants of her tan lines. 
Although she was normally a rather close-minded little witch, she had
surprisingly accepted skinny-dipping pretty readily--although she had
stayed either underwater or undercover two nights ago when friends were
over for the evening.

She had just come in from sunning outside, a sweaty, drippy example of
self inflicted boredom.  Sitting where I was, I could see down the hall
into the guest bedroom through which the sounds of the shower wound
through to my ears.  As I was looking down the hallway, the shower shut
off.  I just continued to sit, almost in a daze, no great desire to continue
work, just willing to sit and listen to the sounds of the house.

     Eventually Tru came stalking out of the bedroom, which is about the
best I can describe her walk.  She never did anything at half speed, and
she covered the length of that hall in what seemed to be an exceedingly
short time.

     As she approached, I thought for about the hundredth time, how
masculine she was built.  For sure, if the light had been poor, deciding on
her sex would have been rough.  Her slim hips and mannish walk was
matched by a somewhat square upper body.  Now, however, her small
tits, sitting lightly upon her chest, and her triangle of pubic hair were
easily seen--somehow giving a slightly exotic look to her body.  Or
maybe just a little different, I don't know.  I was glad to see that she was
still happy to run around naked as a babe. At first, she had been very
reluctant to go natural, not so much around the pool, but when she was
inside. She didn't feel that was quite so fitting. I suppose she could easily
rationalize nakedness while sunning and swimming whereas strutting
through a house just wasn't a common habit.

So, at first, she had been very restrained.  After all, the last time we had
all been skinny-dipping together was in California and that was a couple
of years ago.  But she had adapted to the pool area quickly enough with
only a slight show of uneasiness at first.  And now, inside, she was also
almost completely at ease--if the situation flowed smoothly.  Any overt
actions, such as disrobing in front of someone, needed to be avoided.   I
was sure she was really afraid of the attention that might be directed her
way and not the actual nakedness.

     Of course, that was exactly the situation now.  She had just taken a
shower, she was still hot, and she was still toweling off.

     Still, I was mildly surprised, to say the least, to see her strutting down
the hallway with such apparent assurance. She walked up to my left and
took a look at what I was writing.  Tru being Tru, her actions were rather
abrubt; she never could come across as particularly cuddly and soft and
her actions at times appeared overly assertive. 

She knelt down and laid her forearm along my shoulder.  At least this
time she inadvertently placed herself well: Pressed against me, side to
side, her bare tit was squashed against my side.  It didn't make much of
an impact, but it look kind of cute lying out in the open. I felt sorry for
Tru at times. She felt her tits where small, her ass flat, and overall,  a
poor excuse as an enticing female. What she didn't realize was that all of
the parts just went together fine. She was just good to look at. And
regardless, she was simply sweet kid and how she was put together
wouldn't really have mattered to me anyway.  I guess. But it mattered to
her.

     Well, back to her tit laying against my side.  I've always liked her little
buds.  I liked the small but wide tits she had. Althought, she didn't feel
they were very good looking, I had a special place for them.  Of course, a
girl wouldn't know a guy's thinking--and Tru wouldn't believe it anyway.

     Well, in any case, here was a boob pressed against my side.  Along
with that boob, of course, came a naked female with legs, bottom,
tummy, and a nice little head that must like me a little just to hang
around at all.

     She leaned forward a little to read the article I had been writing how
to price gemstones.  Her comments as usual weren't all that positive, but I
wasn't really interested in what she had to say.  First of all, she wouldn't
recognize a decent stone if it fell into her lap, and second, I really wasn't
interested at the moment.  Instead, I was peering at one of her little tits
thinking a quick little suck wouldn't do any harm.

     As she continued to read, I tilted my head a bit to the left and rested
my cheek along her boob.  The sudden beginning of softness where her
tit met her side made me want to cuddle.  I turned my head a little and let
my lips rest against her boob.  Tru wasn't making any movements away
from me so I took a plunge and quickly gave her nipple a quick little
suck.  The effect of drying in the air had cooled her skin and puckered
her nipple.  This was quite different from the usual smoothness which
showed hardly any nipple protruding at all.  Now, however, the little
nipple stood out and I could grab the end of it a bit with my lips. 
Strangely enough, Tru wasn't trying any of her evasive tactics. Instead,
she just held her body rigid as I gave her tit a few more sucks and
nuzzles.

     She was pretty tense, which wasn't encouraging at all, but after a few
moments, I received a surprise. She began to move a little, but not away
from me.  Instead, she kind of swayed into my face each time a sucked
and slowly rotated her chest around in a slow, small circle.  I could detect
her breathing getting a little louder and her hips had started to move in
small but suggestive movements.  Not really pelvic thrusts, but I thought
that if she had let herself go, they could have gone that way.

     I continued to suck away, trying to keep my mind off what I was
doing--trying to keep my cock soft, yet at the same time trying to get Tru
a little hot.  She eventually let her hand hang down and drag against my
bare thigh.  At first she just let it lay there, but slowly started to move,
first her fingers, and then her whole hand up and down the top of my leg.

     She finally laid her palm down on my thigh and slid it slightly to the
inside of my leg.  She let it lay there for a bit as I continued to nuzzle and
suck her titty.  Tru suddenly knelt down, and while keeping the
appearance of reading my work, moved her hand up near my cock.  Her
little finger was just grazing my balls and I felt my groin pull in.

     Now that Tru was kneeling down I could no longer suck at her tit.
Instead, I reached my left hand around her back and started to fondle her
other tit.  That nipple, too, was erect, although not as horny hard as the
other.  I clutched the entire tit, then slid the nipple through my fingers,
giving a little pull as it passed through.  Then I started rotating my palm,
brushing the tip of the nipple.  Gradually, I detected a difference as the
friction stimulated the nipple into a hard little prick.  

     I left her tit for the moment and rubbed my hand along her back; long,
lazy circles which covered the width of her back.  I slowly dropped down
lower towards her ass, finally rubbing past a cheek, over the top of her
crack, and along her other cheek.  The softness of her ass surprised me. It
shouldn't have, but I was reminded of the first time we went skinny-
dipping together, the first time I viewed her naked bottom. Despite being
such a little hard body, her ass looked just so nice. I like the feeling of
her cheeks.  Nothing out of the ordinary, really, but still a nice feeling for
me.

     I toyed with her ass a bit, just molding my hand to her cheeks and
massaging in slow circles.  Every once and a while I scratched lightly
around her ass and down a little ways into her crack. I wasn't trying to
scare her so I just stayed along the top.

     All this time I was trying not to get horny I tried daydreaming about
basketball--trying to keep myself soft.  Somehow I was deeply concerned
about getting hard, afraid of the embarrassment.  Why it should
matter--considering the circumstances, but such was the way I felt. 
Suddenly, my basketball reveries where put out to pasture.  Tru dropped
her head down and gave the tip of my penis a kiss.

     Not a light little peck, but a hard, sucking smack which plastered my
poor little pecker up against her lips.  I knew right away what was going
on.  She wanted it alright, but needed to make it a little melodramatic to
take the sting out of being so personal--just as I was trying to keep myself
soft.  That type of behavior was always between the two of us, that was
just the way we had built our walls over the years. We had always stayed
just a hair-breadth away from getting really personal, always staying on
the other side of the wall.

     Well, Tru had made the first, hard to make move, and most of the
walls had now been scaled.  Tru had remarked after her first time skinny-
dipping that undressing had been so tough, but running around naked had
been so easy. Now she had made another first move.  I could feel it. We
weren't just playacting, approaching the wall.  We were now together,
two of us alone, in a private room on the other side of the wall.  Later, as
we both returned to the old side of the wall, we would feel strange, not
admitting to each other what had occurred.

     But ideally, what ever happened now was a part of our lives, so if
nothing terrible occurred, some good would occur.  Tru and I would be a
little closer, sharing a hidden room.  With a little luck, we could share the
memory of that room.  The alternative of acting as if it was all a private
dream would do nothing to lower those personal walls we seemed to
share, but such was the way we often acted.

     Tru slowly dropped her head down towards my lap.  This time she
was very gentle.  But instead of kissing my cock, she slowly and softly
sucked in to her mouth.  I had succeeded in staying relatively soft and she
took it all into her mouth.  She started to suck, trying to slide it in and
out, but it was still too soft.  So she continued to suck, drawing it into her
mouth and twisting her tongue around the shaft.  Quickly I started to
harden; I had no choice about it now.  As it started to get a little stiffer,
she gripped with her lips very tightly and pulled away.  She still had to
suck the cock back in, but I was getting harder.

 She continued this several times, sucking my semi-hard cock into her
mouth, playing with it a bit, and then sliding her lips roughly away.  This
quickly got me hard.  No longer did she have to chase my cock around to
get it into her mouth.  It stood up on its own and she could stroke up and
down, letting it slide out between her lips and then back in.  She kept to a
slow rhythm.  First letting my cock slide out slowly, tentatively, just until
the tip was about to slide out.  I could feel her lips slip over the rough
edge as she got to the head of the cock and almost let the tip slide out.  I
could hardly sit still, wanting to feel her lips slip across the tip, yet
wanting her to suck it back in.  

     And she did suck.  She gripped her lips tightly around my now hard
cock, its head curving upwards, and firmly pushed down towards the
shaft.  Whenever the tight pressure threatened to stop her motion, she
give quick, firm sucks to move my cock around.

     She was still kneeling besides me, her ass towards me.  Since my cock
was now standing up on its own, she had to sort of tuck her chin in to get
my penis into her mouth.  I continued to play with her little tits, now
hanging loosely from her chest.  With my right hand I kneaded her right
tit, moving it around and sliding my fingers over her hard little nipple.  

     I started to rub along her back and gradually dropped my hand down
to her buttocks.  Her hips were rotating and her ass cheeks digging into
my palm.  I started moving my hand down along her crack, lightly over
her ass hole and just to the edge of her cunt.  Each time I slid my hand
down near her pussy, she started to lift her hips, straining towards my
fingers.  I never let her feel my hand on her cunt.  I teased her, worked
her, lead her on.  Just as she was tantalizing me by playing around near
the tip of my cock, yet never quite reaching it.

     Suddenly Tru reached up and gripped the base of my cock.  Now she
finally let my cock slide out past her tight, compressed lips.  She held my
cock up tight against her lips with her hand and and kneaded the tip with
her lips, pinching slightly.  The urge was getting great and I felt a surge
of pre-cum spurt out onto her lips.  She spread it across her lips, using my
cock as a paint brush, sliding the slippery goo across her mouth.

     I finally rewarded her for the work on my tool; I let my hand slip into
her puss.  She moaned and rotated her hips sharply into my hand.  My
fingers slipped easily into her wet hole. I felt around, the fuzzy sides and
soft warmth inside, and the congested flesh near her clit.  I slid my thumb
into her hole and started rubbing vigorously around her clit.  At the same
time she started bouncing slightly in rhythm and began to suck hard on
the tip of my cock.  She slowly sucked the tip in.  When it reached the
hard ridge, it hesitated, and then shot in filling her mouth.  All the time
she continue to keep the pressure on; I could feel my time coming very
close.

     We were both moving now, I was humping my hips up against her
face and she was rolling her pussy hard onto my hand.  She must have
felt how close I was coming; suddenly she started to stroke with her
hand, up and down my shaft as she continued to suck hard.

     Then I convulsed.  My hips shot up and my load exploded.  Tru
grunted, then swallowed  Three more sharp bursts came from me, and
then Tru started sucking.  At first she gave several hard sucks, wrapped
her tongue and lips around my cock and milked the semen out of the
shaft.  The pleasure was almost painful, and then as she became more
gentle, the feeling was almost like a massage.  

    She was still getting a handfull of me up her hole.  I kept sliding my
four fingers up her hole, then out and hard up against her clit.  Then I
would slide back into her hole, forcing it wide, and at the same time slide
my thumb onto her tight a-hole.  She was dripping all over the place. 
The sides of her thighs were slick several inches down her legs and her
cheeks and ass hole were sopping.

     She had become very gentle and relaxed as she tried to suck the last of
my cum out of me.  So gentle that I started to soften just a bit.  Finally,
she gave a last little squeeze and suck, then let the head of the cock slide
out of her mouth for the last time.  She looked back at me as I took my
hand out of her cunt, sliding it sideways against her hairy lips and onto
her hot cheeks.  I took my right hand and gave her tit a few last caresses. 
And then she pushed her arms against my thighs, moved to one knee and
stood up.

     She just got up and walked away.  When she was about ten feet away
she looked over her shoulder at me, a sly little smile on her lips, and
continued on down the hall.

     I sat there for a few minutes, really wound down and feeling relaxed. 
Then I stood up and walked outside to the pool.  I felt the heat of the sun
upon my skin.  It added to the sweat already coating my body.  I stood at
the side of the pool for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the light
breeze upon my body.  Then I leaned forward and dove into the water. 
The coolness washed over me from head to toe, a sensuous caressing. 
The water rolled over my hips, felt cool against my cock and ass--and I
felt great.  

                         
                         -by Ray Grunwald
                         raygrunwald@netscape.net 

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