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From: sirlancelot@freemail.com.au
Subject: {ASSM} Dipped Out!
Date: Sun,  7 Apr 2002 16:10:05 -0400
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I will be interested to see how many out there have similar experiences to share!


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   ?Dipped Out?  ??  that?s Aussie slang for Blew it, Bummed out, Bombed,
etc etc?.

   by SirLancelot?  (methinks but a Page back when)

   ??????????????????????????????????????..



   This is a true story, remembered with a wry smile some 20 years later as
an older man, a little wiser to the wonderful ways of women, and the world
at large.



   I will share a young mans adventure, the time I nearly was seduced by
two older women at once, but was too young and naive to see and know what
was happening.  And to tell the truth, I have kicked myself ever since.



   I was a Sales Rep attending a trade show in a rural town in Australia.
All of the State Regional Reps were called in to this Annual Field Day
trade show, as it was a major annual event for the company I worked for. 
This company was a major manufacturer of rural products, including farm
sheds, fencing, cattle and sheep yards, silos and many other associated
products.



   I found myself billeted with the State Manager, who came up from the
state capitol for the event with his secretary, a woman whom I'll call
Sally, and the company's Receptionist, whom I'll call Louise.  The
secretary was there in a general support role, whilst the receptionist was
there to meet people so that when our corporate clients called Head Office
they would remember Louise, and this is good for business.  The two ladies
were put in a room at the motel together, whilst all the other Reps were
placed two to a room.



   We were there for a period of three days / two nights.  On day 2 the
State Manager, Bob, tells us over lunch that he has an old friend coming to
the trade show from way out west ...  and that all of the accommodation was
booked out for many miles around the area and that he had promised the old
friend and client a room .....  so I was to be kicked out to share with
someone else.  Fair enough, he was the boss.



   Now I should tell you that I was by far the youngest member on the team,
with most of the reps being in their forties (old buggers like me now) ...
whilst I was not yet thirty.  Both of the ladies from Sydney were in their
forties too.  Sally was very quick to say "Bob, Bill can come in with us
girls, because we can both use the double bed and he can use the single!"
Meanwhile all the other fellows are jostling each other out of the way to
have themselves chosen ....  calling on seniority etc.....  its sad seeing
grown men plead?..  the boss and the girls laughed because as I was the
baby of the bunch I could be most trusted.



   So that was the day I started to become a legend at that company ...  at
least in the minds of all the other reps.  Me?...  I was scared shitless. I
never was a very forward person or very extroverted.  Actually, I was quite
a serious sort of a young man.



   So ...  so the scene is set.  After work that day we all went back to
the motel to clean up for dinner ...  myself being constantly ribbed and
harassed by the other fellows all afternoon ...  with Sally and Louise
getting in on the act with them and really pulling my leg about the coming
night.  I was so embarrassed.  But the boss had spoken.  So after dinner
Bob's guest arrived and I moved my gear into the girls room.



   Now you must appreciate that we were working very hard in 40 degC heat
all day, so each night we were pretty bushed ....  so we tended to head off
to bed early.  And we had all been there for a week before the event
setting things up, building silos and fencing, cattle-yards and sheep-yards
for display purposes.



   The guys all gave me a final serve, and the ladies, doing a lot of
winking at the men, took me by each arm and marched me off to bed.



   So there I am sitting at the little table in the room, trying to stay
calm, whilst Sally takes a shower.  My throat became very constricted when
she emerged from the bathroom wearing this silky looking very sexy nightie
.....  boy was she a stunner, and had a wonderful figure.  She had these
amazing breasts that the nightie did little to hide, and her nipples were
very visible, hard, and pointy.  Upon seeing the look on my face Louise
burst out laughing ....  whilst Sally got in on the act by lifting her
breasts and sort of shaking them at me a little bit ...  she knew exactly
what she was doing.  I reckon they had talked about reducing me to a puppy,
then leaving me high and dry so that I could be given more stick the next
day.



   Anyway, Louise goes off to have her shower just around the corner ... 
but she leaves the door open a little bit so that the noises you girls make
in the shower ...  especially that lovely little squelshy sound when you
wash your vagina ....  could be heard plainly in the room.  I was more
frightened by these older brash women than I realised....  I had no idea
what was happening, what I was supposed to say, what if anything I was
supposed to do.  I was total putty in their hands.  And to make it worse
... bloody Sally had no panties on under her nightie.  She was the really
outrageous woman of the two, and she used to flirt openly with all of us
men all the time, especially when we had to ring the boss in Sydney and she
used to take all our calls.  She was married, but that didn't seem to worry
her one bit ...  she was always out to have a good time no matter what she
was about ...  and we all loved her for it too ....  she was a barrel of
laughs all the time.



   Anyway, back to Sally's no panties ...  I couldn't really see anything
because the lower part of the nightie wasn't as see through as the top ...
but it was very obvious when she bent over that she had no panties on.  And
to this day I am sure she made bloody sure I got the message .... 
especially when she faced me and lifted her hands to undo her hair which
was tied up from her shower ....  I am sure she deliberately thrust her
hips at me so that I could almost count the pubic hairs pushed against this
very fine silky fabric.  I just gawked ...  probably with my mouth open. 
"See anything you like?" she says huskily .....  she always talked huskily
to us fellows when she wanted a response to her flirtation.  I sort of
gulped, dragging my eyes up from her mons.



   And before I could answer, I am saved because Louise wanders in from the
bathroom drying her hair ...  she has the motel robe on over her nightie
... which I discover a bit later is a plain cotton thing.  Louise is no
where near as 'in your face sex' as Sally .....  but she has a wicked turn
of wit, and has always made us think carefully about what we say because
she used to turn things back on us as quick as a flash.  She came into the
room smiling at me ...  I suspect she sized up the situation in the blink
of an eye and saw what I was gawking at.



   Now ladies, here was a young man who had been married for eight years
and had a little baby at home.  I had never strayed up to that time , even
though my home sex life was pretty ordinary at the time, (in truth it was
probably a WHOLE lot better than it is now I guess ...  ) And also at that
time I still held high ideals about fidelity, more fool me it would seem ?.
thinking now about all the sex I have never had.  Perhaps it was a stupid
ideal in the first instance, maybe I was taking that position purely to
maintain the moral high ground ...  who knows, maybe I was I don't really
know.



   But here I was facing my first MAJOR test.



   While both ladies nattered on a bit about the day, I sort of sheepishly
asked if I could use the bathroom.  "You better hurry Bill, we haven't got
all night you know" says Louise rather wickedly ...  leaving me wondering
what she was meaning.  So into the bathroom I go ....  and to this day I
reckon I am a complete dickhead ...  I actually locked the bloody door
......  I have no idea and never will know if they, one or the other, was
intending to come into the bathroom to stir me up or something.  But I sure
wish that I had not locked that damned door to find out.



   So, having showered, dried off etc, I suddenly realize my next dilemma
.....  as some of you may do, I always sleep nude ...  and while I stayed
in the room with Bob the night before I just left on my undies.  I have
always worn Jockette style briefs ...  cannot stand those bloody horrible
'y fronts with the big baggy arse style of cotton underpants.  Always
figured they were for old men.  (And I still wear the skimpies ok!  I'm not
old, my body is just heading that way!)



   So being very brave, I pulled a towel around my waist, and sort of
nonchalantly as possible wander back into the room to ...  you guessed it
...  bloody wolf whistles and grabs for the towel.  So I just let them take
it.  So there I am standing there in my briefs, my cock not hard and doing
its best to shrivel back up into my tummy ...traitor ......  wondering
what?s going to happen now.  Louise has taken her robe off and has combed
her hair ...  she isn't all that pretty without her makeup, and is sitting
on the bed with a diary open doing something for the next day.  She doesn't
have anything like the figure of Sally, nor the sexiness of wear etc .....
but she has a sort of wholesomeness that Sally doesn't have.  Louise?  side
of her bed is turned down, so is Sally's, as is my single bed which is
running at 90 deg along the wall from the head of the double bed, The
pillow for my single bed is at the end nearest the double bed.



   I wandered over to my bunk, hung up the towel I had recovered, and
jumped into bed.  it was quite warm as I have already told you so we just
had sheets with the blankets pushed down in case it got cool.



   Sally says some trivial little flirtatious thing...  I forget what it
was now ....  and remember I am a real scaredy cat here, very inexperienced
when it comes to the ways of women, especially older women, so I sort of
mumble some sort of reply and lie back with my hands under my head.  My
mind is racing at a hundred miles an hour thinking of all types of possible
things that might happen this night now ......  but the lights suddenly go
off and Sally gets into bed with Louise .....  NOW my cock decides to come
out of hiding ..  geees? ....  when the bloody lights are out and the
ladies have popped into bed.  Damn!  So there I am lying there ....  my
sheet tented over one of the hardest and tallest hard-ons I have ever
experienced ....  and for the next 30 minutes I am fidgeting like crazy.



   Suddenly the light near my head comes on, and Sally swings her feet onto
the floor.  "Bloody hell Bill, you are tossing and turning and keeping us
awake ....  I think you need a massage to settle you down!" My eyes flash
up to her bed-head and I see Louise smiling this almost evil sort of grin
at me .....  and guess what?



   That rampant, hard, towering shaft of manhood that has been causing me
all this bother suddenly says to himself ..."Uh oh!" and that's right ...
yep ....  bolts for cover again at a hundred mile an hour!  I am suddenly a
terrified quivering boy again, as the sheet is pulled back and Sally climbs
onto my bed with me.  As she was doing that the terrified boy (28 yr old
boy mind you) has rolled quickly onto his belly to hide the very wet front
of briefs from her obvious gaze.



   So there I am leaning on my elbows facing Louise...she smiling at me,
and up at Sally who is on her knees on my bed ...  very close against me
because remember its a single bed.  And what should, under normal
circumstances, as it certainly would now, be boring a hole into the
mattress ....  well, it has run away again in fright!  Gutless little
traitor!  Hahahaha ....  can you imagine me being brave enough to tell my
mates this story in the pub?  Not bloody likely ...  they still think I'm a
legend.



   I seem to remember seeing some sort of message recognition in Louise's
eyes as she was looking at Sally ...  funny how after all these years
little things come back to you, important little things isn't it.  Now, I
suspect Sally indicated to Louise she wanted the light off ....  so Louise
leans over and darkens the room.  But there is still light coming through
the tops of the front windows over the drawn curtains from street lights
... enough for me to still clearly see Louise laying in bed under the light
sheet.



   Sally then starts to massage my neck and back...  trailing her hands
down to the top of my buttocks and back ..  kneading me gently ..  her cool
long fingers on my back bringing my cock back to life under me ...  she
knew exactly what she was doing to me I'm sure.  Then she lies down next to
me, and is using one hand up and down my back.  My brain is saying ... 
"NOW ....  turn over NOW and let her feel the effect she is having on you
.....  see if she can ignore a reasonable sized hard-on against her belly!
Do IT!  " "Go on you spineless bastard ...do IT!" "Don't be scared ...  she
probably wants to fuck you silly!" But I CAN'T ...  Louise is lying there
...she will see and hear everything!" "WOW ....  look at her hands under
the sheet...she is bloody masturbating ....  oh WOW....that is so sexy ...
I love it! ....  Go girl, let me hear you!" My voice in my head is saying
all these things, and more to me ...  and my eyes are riveted on Louise? 
face and lap, the back of her hand is flipping the sheet up in rapid little
movements ....  I have no idea if she could see me watching her because the
faint light would have been in her face.



   So....  after a long time watching Louise finger herself under the
sheet, I get up enough courage to roll over and to let Sally know how
turned on I am ...  she will soon appreciate that she has a young stud on
her hands here .....  and will soon not be able to resist TAKING me into
her hands and body ....  yes....its time ......



   And as I roll my cock from under me to press against her side .....  I
am greeted with .........



   Gentle snores!  FUCKk ....  she has drifted off to sleep while I have
been lying there perving on her mate masturbating quietly.  Shit!  And do
you think I could wake her beyond a gentle mumbling "I'm so tired"



   What could I do .....  looking back at Louise I have missed her orgasm
too! ....  she is no longer moving and seems to be gently snoring .......
and Sally is whacked out right next to me .....  then stumbles back into
her bed to fall face down onto her pillow and straight back to sleep!



   Okay you lot ......  STOP BLOODY LAUGHING!  I can almost hear you all
from here!



   So the next five minutes were spent rapidly sliding foreskin to achieve
the required objective release ...  into my hand then toilet tissue.  STOP
IT I TELL YOU!



   What a loser!



   And to make matters worse .....  the women sort of half indicated to all
the men at work the next day that I had fucked them both silly half the
night, and that I was a young super-stud.  You think I was going to fess
up! Not fucking likely!



   I reckon these two elderly ladies must be smiling at their subterfuge to
this day, as they remember back when.  I reckon it has been the subject of
many a laugh between them to this day, if they are still around.  I truly
hope they are, they were a lot of fun.



   So I left the Field Days a legend, ??  in the minds of some ......



   Please girls, if you stumble upon this in your horny old dotage, let the
legend live!  Pity is a noble gesture sometimes??..



   
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