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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 3/16 (Mf)
Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 21:10:03 -0500
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{The Paganist} Juliet 3/16 (Mf)
 
 
     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.
 
     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.
 
     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).
 
          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
 
 
 
                     Juliet
 
                by The Paganist
 
 
                   Chapter 3
 
               A Pleasant Trip
 
The only possible choices were 
     Do without the pill.  (use condoms or some other method) 
     Forgo sex.  (non-starter)
     Try and explain to some unknown doctor or chemist that this 
           apparently 12 year-old girl and a thirty year-old man 
           needed them in a hurry. (?????)
     Forget the holiday and go home.  (maybe)
     Take a trip home and get them (160 mile round trip of 
           countryside motoring)
 
We decided to take a trip home.
 
I threw some clothes on and loaded the van with the valuables and 
things I thought we might need for the journey.  I also thought it 
would be a good idea to take the wet clothes that we'd accumulated as 
we may be able to pop them in the spin dryer or even the tumble dryer 
if time allowed.
 
Juliet appeared wearing a dress similar to the dress that Judy 
Garland wore in The Wizard of Oz but green and showing a lot more 
leg.  She still had her hair in plats.
 
We drove for several miles before the rain started to dry up and the 
weather looked a lot more settled.  I stopped in a small town and we 
popped into a supermarket for some food and some aluminium foil.
 
With a couple of carrier bags of shopping we returned to the van and 
continued our trip.  I was determined to make this as enjoyable as 
possible.
 
Finding a nice parking place in the country with a view of a nearby 
lake we stopped for a picnic.  I wrapped some of the pies in foil and 
placed them on the hot engine.  We took a little walk around the 
lake.  The weather was now turning sunny and Juliet, with that 
'innocent little girl' look, was a sight to behold.  It was sheer 
pleasure to walk with my arm around her waist, feeling the sway of 
her hips and every movement of our bodies in tune as we walked.
 
Back at the van we made coffees with a flask of hot water and 
retrieved the pies, which were now hot, from the engine.  Taking 
these into the back of the van we relaxed in the back where I'd 
installed some wooden storage boxes that doubled as bench seats.  
This was a very pleasant picnic.  The sight of Juliet was as much a 
tonic for the eyes as the previous night had been for other parts 
that had fallen into disuse.
 
When I suggested that it was time to continue our journey she agreed 
and came to where I was sitting on the bench.  Sitting on my lap she 
hung her arms around my neck and gave me one of those deep soul 
kisses.  I held her there with a hand around her lower back and the 
other across her knees on her bare leg.  As the kiss deepened my hand 
moved slowly up her leg till it reached the place where her panties 
weren't.  I broke the kiss and she stood giggling.  Before I could 
say or do anything she'd left and was walking round to the passenger 
seat.  I followed, to the driver's seat, a minute or two later when 
I'd got my bearings again.
 
Continuing our way home I had a series of glimpses of leg as she curled 
up on the passenger bench seat, sat with her feet on the dash, spread 
her legs as she 'innocently' rubbed the inside of her leg just around 
the hem of the skirt and once asked if I could see 'a rash or 
something around here'.  This last nearly caused an accident which 
stopped her antics going any further though I couldn't help wondering 
how many more she had left in her repertoire.  This last thought also 
caused a brief swerve as I realised that the van was wandering; just 
like my mind.
 
She suggested that I was getting tired and should stop for a coffee 
or something at the next parking place.
 
With relief I stopped and we went in the back to make coffee.  I knew 
that I had to settle my mind or we wouldn't get home.  Every move she 
made seemed seductive.  Sitting on the bench seat and watching her 
make the coffees she was literally my dream girl; in fact she was 
better than my dream girl since my dreams never went this far.
 
Handing me my coffee she sat beside me.  We sat in silence while we 
drank.
 
Coffee finished she took the cups and wiped them out with a paper 
towel before repacking them.  She stood between my legs and kissed me 
then said, "I'm sorry for teasing you.  I promise I'll make it up to 
you later."
 
I drove off having a damn sight more trouble concentrating than I had 
before we stopped.
 
The rest of the journey was spent chatting about anything and 
everything and listening to music; like me she was a traditional jazz 
fanatic.
 
Arriving home she slipped indoors to her house to retrieve her pills 
while I slipped into my house to do the honours with the clothes, and 
looked to see what I could do about raising a meal for two.
 
Juliet soon entered (still wearing that dress) and I asked whether 
she fancied a take-away.  She thought it was a great idea and 
insisted on paying (which took me by surprise).  She 'phoned the 
order through for collection half an hour later.
 
It was now early evening and I suggested that it might be better to 
stay there the night and return to the campsite in the morning.  That 
way I could run the washing machine and end up with dry clothes (I 
had one of those combined washer dryers).  She thought that it was a 
great idea.
 
The take-away was in a small group of similar shops near the pub.  
She insisted that I stay in the van while she collected the meal.  
Since I would have felt a louse for letting a woman pay (I'm one of 
the old school), and I didn't want an argument in the shop, I agreed.
 
She soon returned with two small paper carrier bags.  We went back 
home.
 
Table set we set about our meal, sitting opposite each other, in 
silence.  Although there was no conversation there were plenty of 
looks.  She really was a sight.  I thought of those words 'I'll make 
it up to you later'.  I was still wondering what she had in mind. 
 
Food gone I cleared away the crockery and made coffee while she 
excused herself and disappeared to the bathroom (which was a combined 
bathroom and toilet).
 
When she returned we adjourned to the lounge and the television while 
the washing machine and the dishwasher did the hard work.  I sat in 
'my' armchair and she sat on my lap in a little girl pose, which I'd 
come to recognise as the precursor of something coming.
 
She asked "Do you like oysters?"
 
"I don't know I've never tried them.  Why?"
 
She reached into the bag that the food had been in and pulled out a 
smaller bag.
 
"I bought two dozen while I was at the shops."
 
She proceeded to demonstrate how it was done and feed me with two 
oysters for every one that she had herself.
 
Oysters gone she asked if I minded if she had a bath.  I said 'okay' 
and she stood and took my hand and lead me to the bathroom where the 
bath was already full of water (I hadn't seen her do that).  She 
undressed me savouring every minute (and driving me wild) and then 
slipped out of her dress.
 
Her plats were unbraided in seconds and she banded her hair in a high 
ponytail.
 
She led me into the bath and as soon as I was down in the water, 
settled on top of me in that little girl pose straddling my legs and 
hips.  The bathroom had mid blue walls and seemed to emphasise her 
face bounded by red hair, pulled tightly back, milky white skin and 
exciting girlish features.  With a little giggle from Juliet we 
started washing each other.  
 
I had the feeling that this wasn't the first time that she'd thought 
about this.
 
I know it wasn't the first time that I'd thought about it and it 
certainly wouldn't be the last.  From now on my erotic dreams would 
always be a damn sight more erotic.
 
As I washed her breasts (which I paid particular attention to) I 
could see and feel that they were perfect little mountains of flesh 
pushing directly forwards and very firm there was hardly any give in 
them.  The nipples were standing out about half an inch and were very 
sensitive.  As soon as my fingers came near the nipples she would 
writhe and her breathing would increase.  I pulled her to me slipping 
one arm around the curve at the bottom of her back and as she came 
forward the other arm slipped underneath her so that I held her as a 
small child to bring her breast to my mouth.  Her arms slid around my 
head to help push her nipple into my mouth.  She was a writhing mass 
in my arms.  As I lowered her down my body I felt myself slip into 
her and she was instantly in the throes of climax.  As she came down 
from her climax and I slid deeper into her we kissed and I was 
emptying the pent-up anticipation, the results of the teasing, the 
delivery of the promise, and the obedience to her demands, into her 
as deeply as I could manage.  The shock of this triggered another 
climax in her and I could not only feel those wonderful, strong 
muscles in action again but also the hot lubricant encouraging even 
deeper penetration and demands for my seed.  This was happening while 
we were in a deep kiss with tongues entwined and the feedback hit me 
with the force of a pile driver.  
 
As we lay there still in that position I could feel the occasional 
heave as my body tried to deposit even more inside her.  Each heave 
was rewarded with a little jump of her body and a twitch of her 
vaginal muscles, which of course caused the next heave.  Both our 
bodies out of control we lay there for many minutes before there was 
any semblance of coherent movement.
 
As she straightened up I was treated to a view of myself buried 
deeply within that beautiful body.  The long ponytail swaying down 
her back as she still made occasional little jumps and clenches.  The 
lips of her vagina stretched around my manhood.  The sight was so 
erotic that even in my current state I became erect within her once 
again.  
 
The giggle and squirm told me that she'd noticed.
 
 
 
 
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