Message-ID: <33155asstr$1004386203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <tightsplus@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20011029114556.64993.qmail@web13802.mail.yahoo.com> From: tightsplus <tightsplus@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 03:45:56 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Ann - Part 3 (Asian, ballet, tights) Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2001 15:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33155> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates This story is intended for adults only. While not overly graphic, it refers to things that anyone less than 21 years old should not be reading. If you are turned off by ballet, Asian women or tights you should not read further. If you don't like Paris or France, please don't read this. Part 3 Ann continues the story The next two weeks were a frenzy of sexual craving and fulfillment. I was constantly being satisfied, but constantly craving more. Everyday after ballet, Rene picked me up on his motorbike. As he raced his motorbike to his apartment, I hugged him from behind, and would play games like reaching for him and fondling him until I could feel his hardness rise up and strain against his jeans. This would incite him to roar all that much faster through the narrow streets to his apartment. Usually only the maid would be present. We would move directly to his room. I would do a little striptease for Rene as I shed my ballet outfit. Sometimes, Rene would shoot a few pictures using his digital camera. He told me he looked at them on his computer every morning before school and every night before sleeping. Once before I had time to strip off my tights, he slipped a hand inside them. I did a slow a plie. As I bent my knees, I opened up; and as I lowered myself onto Rene's hand, a finger slipped inside me. Another time, I had leg warmers with me. After I had stripped, Rene helped me pull them onto my naked legs and as he adjusted them, he allowed the back of his hand to brush against my pussy. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled his head to me and between my legs. My legs, in their woolen warmers, were like a vice that wouldn't let go until he had satisfied me with his tongue. Only when I arched my back in my orgasm did I allow him up. As he kissed my mouth, I remember tasting my self on his lips and tongue. On the first Saturday after we started our affair, I told my mother I'd be staying with one of my girlfriends overnight. In fact, I met Rene at a caf and from there we went to his apartment. After we had made love, I changed into a short black dress that I wore over black tights. I had bought the dress earlier that day from a small boutique near Les Halles with some money I had saved up. The dress was made out of a tight fitting Lycra material, so I did not need to wear a bra. But my breasts were beautifully held and shaped by the dress. I'm a naturally modest person but when I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn't help but notice how attractive and sexy I looked. The dress only went about a third way down my thighs and my legs looked great in the black tights. That evening we went out to dinner. Rene seemed pleased to show me off. We got a lot of stares from both men and women. It was the first time I had been taken to a restaurant by a boyfriend. It was an old Brasserie across the river between the Marais and the Bastille. After dinner we went to a crowded bar in the Marais. The bar was in the basement of an old building. There were a couple of rooms. In one of them was the bar itself, in the other there was music and people were dancing. It was so crowded and noisy. Rene and I squeezed into the room where people were dancing. Everybody was tightly packed together. It was a slow music. Rene put his arms around me and we danced in a tight embrace. I buried my face into his shoulder and held him around his waist. I felt him put both hands on my butt and draw me close to him. My parents would have been shocked to see me there with Rene, but I felt I was in heaven. There I was, 16 years old, taken out at night for the first time, by a man whom I thought I loved passionately, and who stimulated and satisfied such intense sexual feelings. We kissed as we danced and I could feel Rene's manhood stirring just as I felt myself getting moist with anticipation. All of a sudden, I became aware of a pair of eyes staring at me. Looking up, I saw a young man staring at us. Our eyes met and he smiled. He squeezed through the crowd and putting a hand on Rene's shoulder said: "Salut, Rene, c'est qui ta copine?" Rene introduced us. His name was Marc. He was very good-looking in a male-model sort of way. He had a strong jaw line, a handsome face and a thin graceful body. Rene nodded at Marc's raised eyebrow, and I found myself in his arms dancing to the slow music. I rested my head on Marc's shoulder and as I glanced at Rene, he smiled his encouragement. I closed my eyes and took in the differences between Rene's and Marc's bodies. Rene was stronger, Marc more graceful. Marc was a little taller and with my arms around my hands rested on his butt. Keeping my eyes closed, I savored Marc's smell. When I opened my eyes again, Rene was still there smiling. I closed my eyes again. Marc moved a leg between mine. I gasped when I felt his strong erection. My thoughts became very confused. There was Rene, the man I loved, smiling at me, while I danced with his friend in a close embrace and felt his friend's unmistaken desire for me. I felt a little guilt, but even more I felt a certain pride and pleasure in being part of Rene's world where handsome men wanted to dance with me and were obviously attracted to me. It was past mid-night when we emerged from the bar. There were still plenty of people wandering the streets of the Marais. The stone of the buildings gave a soft warm feeling to the light that bounced off their surface from the lamps. I gave one arm to Rene and one to Marc. We walked to Marc's apartment on the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois. It was in a 17th century Hotel de Ville. There were waxed hexagonal tiles on the floor and old oak beams supporting the ceiling. Rene and I settled onto a couch while Marc got us some drinks. Marc sat facing us. We talked for a while, but I was getting sleepy so I put my head on Rene's lap and, kicking my shoes off, put my feet up on the couch. As I did so, Marc moved over to our couch and sat so my feet were on his lap. I closed my eyes and listened to Marc and Rene talk. I didn't pay attention to what they were saying but enjoyed listening to their voices. Marc began rubbing my feet and Rene stroked my face with one hand. His other hand rested on my shoulders. Marc lifted on of my feet and kissed it. He said to Rene: "her feet smell so good". Putting my foot down, he began to massage my calves. Meanwhile, Rene leaned forward and kissed me slowly on the lips. As he did so, Marc moved his hands to my thighs. "Elle est superbe", I heard him say, "quelles cuisses!" I opened my eyes. Rene smiled at me and asked: "tu aimes Marc?" I nodded yes and closed my eyes. When Marc touched the crotch of my tights, I was already moist. I was too aroused to feel embarrassed about not wearing panties. When Marc spread my legs, putting on leg over the back of the coach and the other on the floor, the lips of my pussy opened and were plastered against my moist tights. His fingers pressed against me and when he touched my clitoris I pushed up to meet him. "Elle est toute mouillee" he said to Rene. Rene meanwhile had both hands on my breasts and was feeling my nipples through my dress. They were nicely erect. When at last we moved to Marc's bedroom, Marc and Rene eased my dress over my shoulders, I stood before them in my black tights. Marc reached for my breasts and rolled my nipples between his thumb and fingers. Rene gently spanked my butt and then passed a hand between my legs and felt my moisture. At Rene's urging, I helped Marc out of his clothes, while Rene took off his own. Marc's manhood stood at full attention. I reached for it and when I saw Rene nod his head I took it my mouth. While I had Marc in my mouth, Rene lowered my tights and tongued me. Just as I felt myself reach orgasm, Rene took Marc's place. While I sucked Rene, Marc inserted himself inside me from behind. Marc's pumping soon had me on the verge of orgasm and as I came, Marc flooded me with his cum. Rene soon followed. As I felt him about to come, I stopped sucking him and put hands on his shaft. I could feel the cum emerge from his cock as it shot out and covered my face. We collapsed on the bed and I slept between Marc and Rene. We slept for no more than an hour before I felt Marc stir and get hard and then Rene. When at last Sunday morning's light came through the window we had made love three times. To be continued... Comments welcome tightsplus@yahoo.com __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make a great connection at Yahoo! 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