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Subject: {ASSM} tonytony's One Night A Long Time Ago
Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2001 15:10:04 -0400
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Tonytony3's "One Night A Long TIme Ago".


My wife asked me to write about her "before she met me" one nighter -- in 
fact, those of you who've read tonytony stories have seen this theme used as 
an introduction to a few of my stories.

She thought some of you might enjoy her true -- well, mostly true -- story, 
too. By the way: most of my stories were written first person. This one is 
not: If the flow of the story isn't smooth, inexperience with the genera may 
be the reason.

Finally, this will introduce a new email address. I closed down 
tonytony3@juno.com a long time ago, and usa.net started charging for 
tonytony@usa.net, so now you'll have to find me at tonytony3 at hotmail dot 
com.

On to the story.

Sue at the time of this story was divorced, and just had a relationship with 
a man named Vincent fail. She had thought he was a man she'd marry. Vincent 
was cheating on her! (Comment by Tony: he had to be the dumbest guy in the 
world: now I'm marrite to  Sue, and he isn't!)

Sue was teaching some night grad school classes as a way to both fill time 
and make money.

After a particularly stressful class (teaching psych grad students does have 
its moments) she stopped at the Newton Marriot for a drink before going home 
and taking Max, her Husky, for his nightly walk.

Sue fell into conversation with Frank, an engineer who was at the end of his 
first day of a three day seminar being held nearby. Their conversation went 
on for an hour and a half, Frank was charming (a trait said to be not often 
found among those of us technically trained), a good listener, and fun to be 
with.

"I have to go now," Sue told him, "or my dog will never forgive me. Or, even 
worse, he'll take revenge and use the rug."

Frank walked her to her car. "I'm sorry you have to go, you're made what had 
been an awful and lonely evening really nice," he told her.

She clicked the car's remote and the Audi's lights flashed, announcing it 
was unlocked. Frank opened the door for her.

"Frank, I liked tonight too, it was a wonderful diversion," Sue told him.

Frank had been holding her elbow to help her in the car, and it was natural 
that she turned to him.

His hand, on her elbow, moved to the small of her back, she turned to him, 
their lips met.

That kiss started as a friendly good-bye.

But she held him, and he, her, a little tighter, and Sue felt his tongue 
touch her lips.

Somehow, her lips opened too, and the kiss went from casual to intense.

To long.

And one kiss flowed into another, then another.

"Come back inside," he pleaded between kisses.

"I'd like to, but I  have to take care of Max. . ."

Frank, gentle Frank, said "I know, I know. You have to go," but with one 
hand he took her arm,  and moved her hand from the small of his back to his 
hip,

then let his hand move along her arm to her wrist,

and moved her hand across his pelvis, to his crotch.

"I know you have to go, but I wish you could stay," he told her, holding her 
to him, making sure she felt his excitement, and realizing she wasn't 
fighting him, wasn't pulling away, and instead was stroking him, feeling his 
length along his leg.

The moment passed. "I wish I could, but I do have to go now," she told him.

The embrace broke, and he held the car door open as she sat down.

"Goodnight, Sue. I loved meeting you."

"Frank, I liked it too."

"I have another night here, tomorrow night," he said. "I leave for home 
after that, the day after tomorrow.  Uh, could you come here tomorrow?"

"Maybe."

"That would be great, is it a date, what time could you be here?"

"I'm not sure, but if I come it'll be around 9."

"Why so late? Come earlier, I'll take you for dinner."

"I have other things I have to do first, Frank. If I do come, and I'm not 
proising that I will, it has to be later."

"I'll be waiting."

"It's not a promise, you know."

"I know, but I'm hoping," he said. She closed the door, and drove away.

Sue was just not sure if she should go back to the Marriot. Frank was really 
sweet, not at all pushy, a gentleman, but there would be no future with him, 
if she went there it would be just a fling, a distraction in a busy life. 
But, he did make her feel good.

She says she wasn't sure, but deep within she knew she'd be going back. She 
liked him, his personality, and the way he acted toward her. It was giving 
her confidence in herself again

After the next day's work she went home, played with Max for a while, walked 
him, and told her dog all about this guy she was thinking of meeting. Max 
was attentive, his tail was wagging, and wagged harder when she asked "Do 
you mind if I go out for a couple of hours, Max?"

How could she not go? She wanted to, her dog wanted her to, and she was sure 
Frank wanted her to, also.

She took a quick shower, and laid out clothing. Skirt, blouse, pretty 
matching slip and bra and panties. "I know what's going to happen," she told 
herself as she dressed and perfumed herself. "I know what's going to happen, 
and I'm going anyway."

Sue arrived a few minutes after 9, to see Frank at the bar, eyes focused on 
the door, but not the one she came through.

She walked behind him, and said to his back "Did you really think I wouldn't 
come?"

He jerked around --`"You're here. I was hoping you'd come. You look 
wonderful!"

He embraced and kissed her, an innocent welcoming kiss, then led her to a 
table, and waved the waitress over. "The lady'll have a vodka martini -- 
that's right, isn't it, that's what you had last night?"

It was, and Sue thought it was charming that he remembered something so 
incidental.

Nine o'clock turned to ten, then ten thirty.  The conversation flowed, the 
lounge was warm and comfortable.

There came a moment when Sue wanted to look at her watch, and realized they 
had been holding hands across the table. She looked to the side, there was a 
dimly lit clock in the lounge. Frank noticed.

"It is getting late, Sue. Do you have to go home to take care of your dog?"

"Max is OK, Frank. Are you wanting me to go so you can be rested for your 
seminar tomorrow?"

"Oh no, no. I'd like you to stay, a long as you can."

"I want to stay longer, too."

"Uh, Sue, are you hungry? Would you like a little something to eat, or 
another drink?"

"I think the restaurant's closed, Frank, but another Martini would be nice."

"Yeah, the restaurant is closed, you're right. Of course, room service is 
still available. . . "

A few seconds passed while she looked at him.

Room service.

His room.

She expected that. She wanted that, for that matter. Yet, it probably wasn't 
a good idea.

She knew it wasn't a good idea.

But she knew how she was feeling about her broken off relationship, too, and 
how nice it was to hold this man, this Frank, and how good it made her feel 
to find a man responding to her as Frank did,

and the few seconds extended to a few more.

She squeezed his hand a little tighter.

"Your room, Frank?"

"Yeah, Sue, my room. I'd love to go there with you, Sue."

She waited a moment. "I don't do casual sex," she thought.

But Frank was nice, gentle. She liked him.

"I think I'd like that, Frank."

Not another word was spoken. The bar waitress came by at his signal, and 
offered a check. He scrawled his name and room number on it, stood, and held 
out his hand.

Sue took it.

Hand and hand they left the bar, hand in hand they went to the elevator, 
rode quietly to the fourth floor, and walked to his room.

And into it.

Two double beds, the room neat, clothes hung: there was nothing dissident in 
the environment, nothiing that suggested it was wrong for  Sue to be there.

"I don't do things like this, Frank."

"Neither do I, Sue."

He took off his suit coat, carefully hung it.

"I'll call room service for another round of drinks," he told her.

"Good, I'd like that. Can I use the bathroom?"

She went in, looked at his toiletries neatly laid out, the one used bathroom 
towel folded on the towel rack: a neat man.

She washed her hands, added a spray of perfume to her neck, and thought 
about what was going to happen.

She couldn't have been in the bathroom for more than a few minutes when she 
heard a knock on the outside door, and a muted call "room service."

A few seconds later she heard Frank knock on the bathroom door. "Our drinks 
are here, the coast is clear."

"I need a few more minutes" she said to the door.

"Why pretend?" she asked herself.

"Why not make this as erotic as I can for him, and for me? We both deserve 
it. And that damned Vincent doesn't!"

It took her only a minute to remove blouse, and skirt, and slip, and bra, 
and panties.

Only a minute to wrap a towel around her body.

Only a minute to go to the door, take a deep breath, and open it.

Frank was sitting at the small desk, coat off, tie off, shirt loosened at 
the collar, with his drink to his lips.

His eyes widened as he first saw her: "Oh, I hoped, I didn't expect. . ."

"Where's my drink, Frank?"

"Right here --" he stood, and brought it to her.

She raised it to her lips, took a big swallow, and looked at him.

"This is what you wanted, what you expected, isn't it?"

"What I wanted, yes, what I expected, no, not at all."

He took the drink from her hand, put it on the dresser, and embraced her, 
holding her tightly, his lips searching for hers.

"Wait, before you do anything, Frank, please. . ."

"Anything -- what do you want?"

She moved away from him, turned off the hash overhead lamp, so the room was 
lit by the light spilling through the bathroom door.

"Would you call the desk, and.  .."

"Call the desk? Why?"

"Ask them to call the room at 5, OK? So I have time to go home and get ready 
for work and all?"

He turned to the phone, pressed a key.

"A 5 AM wakeup for room 415, please. Yes, cancel the 7:30 one."

And turned to Sue.

"More time with you than I could have prayed for," he said, and she was in 
his arms again, and this time their lips did meet, and their mouths did 
open, and there was an exchange of fluids, the first exchange, but not the 
last one. "Let's uncover the bed," he said.

They moved to either side of the bed, there was a cooperative pulling away 
of the cover and blanket, leaving the white sheet exposed.

Frank reached across the bed toward Sue. She knelt on the bed, took his 
hand, and he met her, kneeling also, in an embrace, a kiss.

The kneeling together became a laying together, arms entwined, mouths 
joined, a pulling,  a pressing, each feeling the other's excitement.

Sue let her hand move from his back, to his hip, to his front, again feeling 
that heat, that size. Frank's hand went down her thigh, found her knee, and 
moved up her leg, onto her hip, under the towel.

She fumbled for a moment with his belt.

"Wait," he said.

He rolled to the side of the bed, reached down, got shoes and socks off. 
Then stood, facing her, and finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it 
down his arms, and off.

Belt open, waist band clasp released, fly unzipped.

He watched her as he grasped pants and briefs, and pushed them down, and 
stepped out of them.

She looked at this man, naked in front of her, his penis erect in ront of 
her, bobbing with each beat of his heart.

"Now, you."

"Yes," she said, and knelt again on the bed, pulled at the towel, releasing 
the tuck under her arm.

At it fell free, too.

These two people, both nude, one standing, one kneeling, became two people, 
prone,  side by side, touching, exploring, fingers probing.

"I need to be in you now," he whispered through his kiss.

"I'm ready for you," she replied the same way.

He pushed her onto her back: moved between her legs in that classic 
position. It was as though they had done this together forever - he moved, 
she rolled her hips, his cock found those lips, and with the slightest 
pressure parted them,

and he was in her.

They moved in that timeless rhythm together, enjoying the sensations of each 
other, the sight of pelvises wet with their moisture, the sweat on each 
other's face as they labored.

"Frank, I need to be on top. Will you let me be on top?"

Not responding in words, he rolled, pulling her, so that in a moment she was 
squatting over his penis, fucking him.

She had told him during their conversations about Vincent, about his 
cheating on her.

"You're fucking Vincent, aren't you?" he wanted to know.

"No, but I'm fucking what he did to me."

Soon she was again on her back, he was doing what he wanted, and what she 
wanted, and his actions give her a minor orgasm, and soon, a second one.

"You maintain an erection a long time, Frank," she whispered, "or is it that 
I don't excite you that much?"

"I want to please you, that's why I'm holding off."

"Please me by letting yourself go: I've been pleased and pleasured by you 
already."

She pushed her hips into his pelvis: "Let yourself go, give it to me!"

Frank took her hands, held her wrists above her head, and pushed deep in, 
his pelvis hard against hers.

"Pull out a little," she said, looking between them. "Pull out, look there, 
look at you, at me, how wet we are. Do it, come!"

He held her helpless under her, fucked her, one hard push, another, another.

Then, partially out, and quickly in again.

"I feel you growing, I feel you coming," she said, feeling those little 
pushes, as his instincts worked to drive his sperm deep in her.

Then he was done: buried in her, the last waves of orgasm washing over him, 
and finally, exhausted, he pulled out, lay beside her.

"Wonderful: you're wonderful, and I'm all used up. Thank you, Sue."

They held each other for a few minutes, as his pulse came back to double 
digits.

"Frank?"

"Yes, lover?"

"Frank, have you ever had multiple orgasms, like the ones you gave to me?"

"No, that doesn't happen to men, Sue."

"Hey mister, you're talking to a psychologist. I know better. Men can have 
them too, if they want them."

"Never -- not me, not after great sex like we just had."

"Are you saying you don't want to try, or that you think you'd fail?"

"Oh, with you, I'd try, I'd try until morning, but it wouldn't happen."

She took his hand. "Come on, you're not going to sleep, not yet."

"What?"

"Come with me, come to the shower."

She pulled him from the bed, into the bath room, and with him standing 
there, nude, and flaccid, got the water running at the right temperature.

"Come in with me."

It was an erotic shower, washing, being washed, touching, being touched, 
until at the end Frank's penis was not quite soft, not quite hard -- he had 
the start of another erection.

Drying each other took only a moment or two.


"Let's uncover the clean bed," Sue said, pulling at the covers, getting a 
little help from him.


"Get in the middle of the bed, Frank."

He did, and she lay beside him.

"I learned something about you when we were in the other bed, and you were 
holding my hands above my head, holding me helpless while you came. Do you 
remember?"

"I do, that was very erotic."

"Put your hands over your head, spread yourself out, like you held me, 
Frank."


He did.

"Now, take a couple of deep breaths, stretch way out, and relax.

"And Frank, close your eyes, OK?"

"OK, I will."

She moved a little, and looked at this man, on his back, spread out, and 
bent down.

"Do you feel that?"

"I do."

"What is it?"

"I don't know, but it's delicious!"

"It's my hair, Frank, touching your belly. Do you like that -- no, don't 
move, keep your hands up there for now."

"I do like it. I want to see what you're doing."

"No, no, you have to keep your eyes closed."

"Now, do you feel this?"

"Oh, oh yes, I do. Sue, it feels like -- is that your tongue?"

"Mmm, it is, and your cock is growing, can you feel that?"

"Oh yes, I can."

"Then, you should be able to feel this," and she opened her mouth, and took 
the head of his penis into it, teasing its head, encouraging it to grow.

"Oh, Sue, that's getting to me!"

"Bring one hand down here, give it to me."

His right hand came down, its fingers caressing her cheek.

She folded her hand over his, and guided it to his cock, forced his fingers 
around it.

"What do you think of, Frank, when you masturbate? Do you think of a sexy 
woman, do you think of picking up a new woman, or a sexy story, what?"

"Oral sex: I like to think of oral sex when I masturbate."

"Good."

"Keep you eyes closed, Frank, -- " her hand was moving his up and down, 
masturbating him.

She moved again -- "I'm going to kiss the back of your hand, Frank, can you 
feel that?"

"I can!"

"And now, I'll kiss your fingers and thumb, and your cock. Can you feel 
that?"

He was masturbating into her mouth, and now his erection was complete again.

"How,do you want to come, Frank, in me?"

His hand was moving now without supervision.

"Almost like this, but I want you to hold my cock. I'd love you to 
masturbate me."


Sue moved again, and his hand put hers around him, and taught her how he 
liked to be touched.

"Do it like that, but I want to please you, too", he said, panting.

"You don't have to please me," Sue told him, but he had other ideas. He 
reached and pulled at her, then pulled her leg over his head.

He reached up, arms around her legs, his fingers found her lips, and pulled 
them apart, exposing her clit, the moist pink inside of her, and he lifted 
his head, so his mouth covered her the same way hers covered him.

"Like this," he said. "I want to come, I want you to come, like this!"

Sue felt his pulse, his pumping, deep in his cock, and tasted him, just as 
his tongue pushed her over the edge too.

Mutual orgasms. It doesn't get much better than that.

"Told you," she said a couple of minutes later. "Told you you could have 
more than one," as they kissed, each tasting themselves on the other's lips,

"I told you. . . "

And they slept.

Too soon, the phone rang.

"It's 5 AM sir" the automatic voice said.

"It's 5, Sue."

"Do you get morning erections, Frank?"

"I do now, yes. I never expected that, not after last night."

In a moment she was under him, her arms above her head, her wrists being 
held tightly, her pelvis hard against his,

and Frank found he could have three orgasms in 6 hours.

Sue left him then, pulled on her clothes, went home.

She walked Max, and found herself crying: "I don't do casual sex, I won't 
let what happened between me and Vincent let me do what I just did again," 
she sobbed through her tears.

It wasn't long after that when we met, and 18 months later married.

And not too long after that that we found we could share sex and use it to 
augment our own love of each other: that may seem to be casual sex on one 
level, but not to us. Each time we've played hot wife games our own sex 
became better.

Hey, readers. if you know a Frank who was trained as an engineer and who 
would be about 50 now, send this story to him: he could have been the man 
Sue's told me about about!

Frank was his real name.

And Frank, if you're actually reading this, you'll know it's about you. The 
woman in this story named Sue you knew as a different name. Drop us a line, 
we'd like to know you're OK. You gave us fodder for lots of erotic nights. 
Thank you.

Any other readers who've gotten this far -- if you've liked the story let us 
know.

















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