Message-ID: <36174asstr$1019275802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cd_riter@yahoo.com> From: C.D. Ritter <cd_riter@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <3CBEF7CF.9020305@pacbell.net> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; U; PPC; en-US; rv:0.9.2) Gecko/20010726 Netscape6/6.1 X-Accept-Language: en-us, ja X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2002 09:43:59 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Conversations MF Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2002 00:10:02 -0400 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/Year2002/36174> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Conversations (c)C.D. Ritter All rights reserved. ckought69@hotmail.com Critiques invited and responded to. cd_riter@yahoo.com Tried to 'borrow' a book from my partner last year, but she'd not cooperated, so just had time to read the first chapter. This woman author had written a novel on the premise that stories are actually a conversation between the writer and the reader. I can't remember the author's name or the title of the book. Annoying. But anyway, now that I've got this writing thing going on, you know, trying to learn how to put feelings and images into words, I just had to explore the concept. So, dear reader, bear with me. We're off into a narrative experiment, a conversation with a stranger. Conversations What's that? I can't hear you very well. It's noisy in here, but it's okay, I can fill in the blanks. So anyway, you ready? You wanted to hear my story, you said. Yeah. The one about Jeany Chow, the Chinese woman. No, she didn't own a restaurant. She sells insurance, life insurance. Well, sold. I don't know what she's up to now. Yeah, I should call her. Maybe someday. Let's get to it. I had an appointment with an insurance agent in this fancy office that my money is going to help pay for. He met me in the lobby, and he's walking me back to the customer interview room when I heard this laugh. More like a shriek. Jeany and some woman were in the copy machine room, probably telling lies about their love life, I remember thinking. Sorry. I get in a mood when I have to deal with insuranceagents. 'Cause they act like they are doing you such a favor. Like you're so smart to be buying insurance when it's really just a bet. Vegas gives you a better game, don't you think? This is off topic. Where were we? Oh, yeah. Well, we walked right past them, I saw her in there. Her full moon face was split by a big grin. She was talking a mile a minute until she saw me gawking at her. She gave me this look like maybe I was tracking dog shit on her carpet. Then, right away, she switches to 'customer mode'. You know, big phony smile. Yeah, all teeth and dead eyes. But, you know, there was something about her face, her body. She's cute as hell, short, sort of plump. You know, the kind of body that feels really good to snuggle with on a cool night. You don't think so? Well, to each his own. So, I give her the heartfelt smile and tell her I liked her laugh. That her energy warmed the room. Okay, yeah. It's corny, but that's what she put into my head, and I can tell she's looking at me for real now. No more dead eyes. I wave and let this insurance kid prod me along. We get in the little room and get our business done. I tell him to get the Chinese woman, I want to talk to her. He leans back away from me like he's repulsed by the request, says she's probably with a client. Then get me her card, I tell him. He waffles. I tell him I don't sign until I talk to her or her card's in my hand. He gives me a look like I'm some kind of horn dog and leaves the room. Yeah, he didn't like the scene, but you know how easy it is to mind fuck the young ones, especially when they're on commission. Don't give me that face. You know the old and devious will beat out the young and agile 'most every time. Okay, back to the story. Jeany pushes the door open, steps halfway into the room, like hiding her body behind the door, and asks me what she can do for me. I lie, tell her I'd like for her and her friend to have lunch with me. She seems pleased, but covers it up. Then, surprise, she says her friend is busy, so maybe just the two of us? I make a big happy face, so does she. I stand up and step closer to her. The kid is dancing around in the hallway, so I poke a thumb at the papers on the table, and tell him to mail me whatever. Jeany is looking up at me with a silly grin on her face. I'm trying to look at her face and chest at the same time. Her face is slightly tanned, but her chest is that delicious creamy color that only a few Chinese women have. My tongue tingles in my mouth. She says she'll meet me in the lobby. I tell her no, meet me outside by the fountain. She says yeah with a big smile and takes off down the hallway with my eyeballs locked on her round, jiggling ass. The kid is checking my signatures and I split. Too easy you say? Hey, it happens that way sometimes. I know what I want. She knows what she wants. We were in the same groove, dear friend. No, I'm not blase about it. Hey, when a woman chooses me, I won't hang back if I feel connection. The gods are not that nice to us very often. Okay, okay. I'll keep to the story. So I go outside and sit by the fountain near a pair of big hair Admin Assists. There's a pack of Virginia Slims laying out between them so I bum one. They are friendly, but it's easy to see I'm getting some fish eye. Until Jeany shows up. They see her dancing up to me, and give each other a look like 'shit, maybe we should've been friendlier.' Nah, women are competitive maybe, you know? They see Jeany's face lit up like it's her 21st birthday party, and they just feel maybe envious a little. I don't know, I'm guessing. Don't divert me. So we have lunch. She tells me she's a TT from LA. Temporary Transfer. Been in town for a month. The office here was short handed, so she's in 'NorCal' for six months. It's a nice break from the traffic down south. We make a date for dinner that night. Yeah, that is fast. Hey, when you both know what you want, there's no need to delay. I pick her up outside her office at five sharp, and we go all the way across San Francisco. I take her to Hamburger Mary's just to see if the crowd freaks her. Where is it? SOMA. 12th and Folsom. Yes, it can be weird in that part of town. I wanted to find out right up front if she can handle the flip side. So, anyway. The place is half full of suits gawking nervously at the highly pierced other half. We both order Blue Cheese Tofu burgers with home frys from a waitress with a big safety pin through her nostril and upper lip, giving her face a permenant sneer. Jeany takes it all in, giving me a look telling me she's entertained by the scene. We people watch and gnosh our burgers. The stiff suits are an amusing contrast to the uncaring, slouching pierced. We can't talk much, the music is too loud. We watch a pair of fawning fag hags 'come hither' at two limpid eyed, blond pretty boys. I refuse to think about the scene if their quest were to be successful. Hey, Jeany said the same thing. All those people wishing they could have a taste of what's on the other side. We all float to our own comfort levels, I guess. We get out of there and head for her place. She's in a company apartment halfway up Nob Hill. She wants to soak in the hot tub. I can do that. She throws me a pair of swim shorts and I change in the bathroom. She's waiting for me with towels so I toss my clothes on her couch and follow her to the tub. Her one-piece suit's too small, so her butt cheeks were pooching out. She looked so tasty. Yes, I could admit to an oral fixation. Nobody's complained yet. So we lounge around and chit chat. She does all the talking. She's got a heavy load on her chest. No steady boy friend. She says her mother screams at her when she talks about the white guys she dates. She frowns at me that she's a banana. White on the inside, yellow on the outside. Hadn't heard that one before I tell her. Her mother is Chinese, she says, making a frowny face. I'm Chinese-American. My kids will be just plain old American, thank god. They wont know the problems of trying to conform to two cultures. You want to hear the sex part? We'll get there. We did a little kissy face, some touchy feely in the tub, but have patience. Jeany is worth waiting for. So pretty soon I show her pruney fingertips. She hops out of the tub, and stands there, letting me look her up and down. She's short, maybe five foot two or three. Her belly is nicely rounded under baby girl tits. Her hips are broader than her shoulders. This is a mother of a woman. I feel a little surge of heat looking at her. Yeah, slim hard bodies are nice, but the package counts for less when the content is so fine. You're younger than I thought. No, that's not a put down. We're students of the world until the day we die, you know. Somedays we are teacher and somedays we are taught. C'est la vie, baby. We go back up and she pulls me into the bathroom. Help me get this suit off she says. I sit on the pot. She stands between my knees. I pull the thing down her chest and out pops two of the cutest boobies. Can't say tits. I put a little kiss on one and lick the other nipple. Do it, she says with some heat in her voice. Suck it, she commands. I follow orders. I sucked that little hard pink thing like a starving child. She gets her fingers in my hair and starts to laugh. But she's not laughing, she's barking except when I bite then she chirps. I love the sounds women make. They're all so different. Such sweet music. Cut to the chase? This is the chase, friend. She pushed my head away and turns to bend into the bath tub. Her round butt is right in front of my face so I kiss it. She wiggles, trying to pull her suit down over her hips. I help, of course. Her plump cheeks are so fine, I bite her ass. Or try to. Her skin is too taut. I can't take it anymore. I jump up, drop my shorts and try to poke a first class piece of wood between her legs. She spreads, I bend my knees and slide into her. One stroke, she's so wet. She chirps and grunts at the same time. I made some funny noises myself, let me tell you. I lean back against the sink and let her drive. She wiggles and strokes and squeezes and makes happy little sounds for a minute or five. I'm hangin' on tight to those cushy hips. Then she stops and just presses back against me, her fingers rubbing hard on her box. We didn't move for a bit, then I felt her vagina clench. She sort of snorts out her breath. Some are, some aren't, right? I wouldn't call Jeany a screamer. I'm beginning to wonder if she's gonna stay like this all night when she lifts off and turns around. She stares down at my wood, frowning. She grabs it and wipes her juice off before dropping to her knees. She looks up at me and says, your turn, opens her mouth wide open and sticks her tongue out. It's my turn so I say suck it. Her eyes flinch, but she tries. Busy tongue. Oh, yes. Loved her busy tongue. I'm back. Sorry. Got lost in that memory. She's sucking and jacking and stroking my balls. Such enthusiasm. I warn her that I'm close. She nods her head and mumbles, mm, hmm. I can't hold back anymore. I start to squirt, my pleasure song reverbrating in the tiled bathroom. She's clenched her eyes shut. She looks like she's in pain. I notice the furious hand between her legs. My world narrows, I'm just a dick now. A squirting, orgasming dick. Yes, it was very nice. Very good for both of us maybe. I may have burned my finger prints into the Formica. She stays on her knees until I'm soft then stands, bends over the sink, and lets my semen dribble out of her mouth. She seemed reluctant to part with it, somehow. Before she could rinse I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into a kiss. That tongue again. What do you mean, how could I do that? It's my semen. If she can, I can. Well, I'm off put when a woman wont kiss me after I've done an hour of kitty licking for her. You're right. Different strokes. It didn't take too long for me to figure out that Jeany is a take charge woman. She goes for it big time when she wants something. Sorta wish now I'd gone to LA with her. You think I'm sounding smug about her? Sorry 'bout that, but if I let my real feelings come out, I'd probably be on the next plane to Lalaland. You know how it is with Chinese women, don't you? Ah, an hour later you're horny again. Sorry, couldn't resist. You're very welcome. It felt good to share this story. Well, I gotta go. Sure, you can hear the Jeany and Carol story next time. You have a nice day now, dear reader. Conversation II Jeany and Carol Well, hello. Nice to see you again. It's been a while. Hope you've been well. Well, I'm just sort of, ah, mezzo, mezzo. Fair to middling. So, you ready for the Jeany and Carol story? Good. Let me get a latte and we'll sit outside. It's too nice a day to be cooped up in here, right? Great. I'll meet you outside in just a minute if you'd care to grab a table for us. Thanks. Would you like to hear the story or would you like a Jeany Chow status update first? Well, she had something of a guy friend for a while that her mother seemed to tolerate, at least. Yeah, he was Caucasion, a cowboy type, boots and all. I guess momma will take hapa haole over nothing. It's Hawaiian. Means half white or mainlander actually, I think. How'd I find all this out. Well, I spent a weekend with her last month. He went back to Texas. Missed his horse, or something. Yeah, we messed up her sheets a bit, but I really don't know yet if I'm ready for domesticated status. Although, the bi-cultural aspect is very intriguing. Except for the heavy duty matriarchy part. That can get, um, interesting. Okay, okay. I'll stop blathering. Jeany hadn't met anyone to pal around with when she was in the SF office until she met Carol in their apartment pool. They had a nice chat in the sauna after some laps and hit it off. During one of their talks, Carol, being a very direct person, asked if Jeany had met any interesting men. So Jeany told her about me. I guess she said nice things 'cause Carol asked to meet me. We had dinner together a few times and a movie once, but the fun didn't start until one evening Jeany and I were just hanging when Carol called. I'd been giving Jeany a massage, something we both enjoyed. 'Course it's great for starters, but it also makes for a nice interlude, you know. I'm no teenager. Try it sometime, after. You might be in for a surprise. Okay, back to Carol. Jeany's talking on the 'phone to Carol so I start giving her feet a nice little rub. She has such tiny pretty feet I've got to be careful not to acquire a full blown foot fetish. Jeany was listening to Carol, and would let out funny little pleasured noises as I rubbed. Carol must have wanted in, so the next thing I know she's knocking on the door. Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. Hoping, actually, 'cause Carol's a very pretty, petit blond. A little reserved, but she's got a nice look about her. So Jeany puts on this short little yukata robe and let's her in. But, in a jiff, she's back sprawled on her stomach on the living room rug. Carol's standing there, her hands on her hips, giving me a wary eye. I just keep on rubbing Jeany's feet. Jeany, being the generous lady she is, asks Carol if she'd like some of my magic. That made me feel rather good. Carol, sorta tense, says she would and lays down next to Jeany. I straddle her ass and start working on her shoulders. Her muscles are so knotted it takes me a half an hour to de-kink her. Oh, I enjoyed the hell out of it. God, she's a tight bod. She was wearing this short sleeved silky blouse and it felt good to give her my best. Pretty quick, she was making the same kind of funny ooh and aah noises Jeany had been making, so I slid my hands under her blouse and unfastened her bra strap. She gave me sort of a warning glare over her shoulder, but didn't say anything. I usually start with a light massage then build up to heavier pressure then ease off. By the time I finished her back and shoulders, Carol seems to be asleep. So I go back to my honey and start working on the back of her thighs then I roll her over and do the front. Did I tell you Jeany's skin is so silky soft? Maybe 'cause she eats a lot of rice, don't know. I'm rubbing and stroking, just getting off on how good she feels, then I noticed that Jeany was giving me the 'I want it now' look. Well, her eyes are heavy lidded, her mouth's half open and she's breathing fast. You know, and her cheeks are flushed. I don't need to be hit over the head when I see that look, so it was time to dive, bro, and dive I did. Carol's asleep, man. I don't care, and Jeany is right fast past caring about anything except what my tongue is doing for Cher. Hell yes, she gets into it. She told me the two favorite parts of my body are my thumbs and my tongue. Ain't she sweet? So I get a lip lock on her clit and start pumping two fingers in and out slow and easy. Pretty quick she's past the moaning stage and is starting to 'Oh, god. Oh, god.' So, of course, I back off. Jeany didn't appreciate losing my tongue action so she raps my head with her knuckles. She wants a home run. Then this tingly idea pops into my head. I start mauling her clit with my tongue again and stick a third finger into her. She starts to 'Oh, god.' again. I wait until her voice goes up an octave and pull my fingers out. The next 'Oh, god.' sounds a little frustrated so I give her two fingers in her cunt and one up her ass. Something new for us. The next 'Oh, god.' she adds a big 'no', but she's over the top. It hits her so hard she curls into a crunch, trying to rip hunks of shag out of the rug. Then Carol sits up and stares at us like we're slime drooling aliens or something. Jeany's cunt and ass hole have a death grip on my fingers. I'm so glad I didn't have my dick in her. It would have been crushed. No, I'm dead serious. She had the mother of all orgasms, at least for the two of us. Yeah, you'd think Carol being there would be inhibiting, but not true, not true. Just the opposite. I just grin at Carol. I couldn't read her expression. Her eyes seemed frozen to mine. I think I made a good impression, she just flinches when Jeany says 'Now do it for Carol.' I think most women like it. I've met a few who were pretty nervous at first, and one who actually refused to let me go down on her. I erased her name from my Day Timer real quick. But let me tell you, Carol got naked in less time than it takes to spell 'cunning linguist'. Sorry, couldn't resist. I mean she was blur until her butt hit the rug. You know what such eagerness gets, don't you? Yeah, I took my time. I wish I could describe her expression. She had this look on her face like a little girl begging a reluctant daddy to buy her a pony. You are right, I didn't make her wait long. I can't be that cruel. 'Sides, I wanted my hands on her as much as she wanted my tongue. Remember this woman is a sleek little hard body with peaches and cream skin. Shit, I'd give this woman a tongue bath at high noon in Union Square if she even hinted. Okay, maybe I exaggerate, but you get the idea. I get up on hands and knees and pull my sweat shirt off. I've got to feel this woman's skin against me. Then it dawns on me, I've never even hugged this sweet thing, much less kissed her. But my Daddy always said, start at the bottom and work your way up. So I grabbed her foot and started rubbing it, sort of kissing and licking her instep. Her face told me I'd better follow Daddy's advice a hell of a lot faster. Not wishing to displease, it took me about three kisses and licks up her leg to get to her curly pelt. At her knee, I got a whiff of her arousal. Heady wine, indeed. I stuck my tongue in her as deep as I could and just gloried in her rich flavor. I've never heard a woman whimper the way she did at that moment. It was a whimper of relief, not pain. I popped a kiss on her belly and then stuck my tongue into her navel. Hey, it's an orfice, sorta, so what the hell. I'm on hands and knees now, working north. Each nipple gets a kiss, a lick and a suck. She's quiet now, so I look at her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted slightly in a faint smile. She's figured it out. We're on a slow stroll to the roller coaster ride. Well, 'cause I liked her. She's a nice young woman. I thought at the time that maybe after Jeany headed south we could buddy up. Well, I've got about fifteen years on her, so we probably aren't a good fit as serious lovers. Yeah, it's a shame maybe, but let me get back to the story. I kiss her throat. She's got this long skinny neck I could just almost wrap my fingers around. Love that. I kissed up the side of her neck and along her cheek. She was tickling my cheek with her warm fast breath. When finally our lips met, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and we just pressed together. I lowered a bit and gently scrubbed her nipples with my chest hair. She made a little sound and stroked my lips with her tongue. I felt her smooth thighs slide up my hips. God, she felt so open and vulnerable it makes me shiver, even now. I have no idea why she'd open up so fast. I felt like she was telling me, I am yours, do with me what you will. I'm amazed and honored by her trust at that moment still. So, back at the ranch, Jeany made her presence felt by putting her hand on my butt and tugging my sweats down. I felt her reach under and grab my dick, trying to aim me into Carol's liquid heat. I could have kissed her for that, but my lips were 'occupado'. I felt Carol's heels dig into my butt. She was agreeable, it seemed. So I pushed, forcing my dick head into the tightest cunt I'd known in a while. When my dick head popped through, Carol's body gave a little twitch and she 'eeped' through her nose. She'd never seen my dick and was surprised by the feel. There's a knob on the end of my pole that's about half way between a golf ball and a doorknob in size, depending on circumstances, of course. This probably was the biggest thing she'd ever had in there. No, I'm not bragging about hauling around a monster pleaser. It actually looks mal-formed when compared to the usual appendage. Remember, Carol is very petit, less than a hundred pounds. And very young, probably not that many lovers in her short life. She's early twenties. Just started her first job after graduating Bryn Mahr. Some Haverford guy probably got her first, and kept her busy all four years. You want to hear about Carol or my story? You are as easily side tracked as I am. Jeany had given permission for me to give Carol the full treatment, it seemed, so I attended to my duties with delight. I started pumping slowly, going like a centimeter deeper with each stroke. It was maybe three or four minutes before she had all of me. She felt so good. She was like a warm, very slippery velvet glove. I've not ever found anyone who felt so plush. I felt like I could do this forever with this beautiful woman. When Carol's hips started to grind with some urgency, it was tongue time. With little reluctance I pulled out. I'd be back in there soon enough. Carol didn't see it that way. She bit my lip and kicked my butt with her heels. It pretty obvious the girl wanted her dick back. Soon, very soon, I told her, raising up and looking her full in the face. She gave me this heated 'you better' look that almost made me laugh. I slid back to kneel before her alter of carnal pleasure and did my duty. You know, it's really a treat to pleasure a woman that way. Yeah, maybe it is a power trip, but it's also very giving in a way. Don't you think? Well, I sure gave her my best. She was already about half way up the first hill when I got her clit between my lips. I didn't have to worry about being too gentle with her now so I gave her the tongue lashing she wanted. I didn't tease, I gave her two fingers right off and started sucking and licking like the madman I was. Carol voiced her appreciation, loud and long. I was getting into it too, my dick was a log under my belly. Her hips were thrashing, her thighs were flapping, banging my ears. I saw, but couldn't hear her fists bang the rug. Then Jeany leaned over and bit her nipple. That did it. Her hips surged up, she screamed a short high pitched, ear drum breaking squeal. Her body went totally rigid, vibrating. I didn't stop licking, sucking and pistoning my fingers. Her hips surged once more. She screamed again, a short sharp sound barely heard from between her tightly clamped thighs. Now the coup de gras. I split her legs and scrambled up, my dick a hard, cunt seeking missile. I gored hard into her to the hilt, mashing her clit with my bone. 'Oh, god. It's coming again.' She yelled and convulsed. Her clamping cunt sucked me over the edge. I screamed out my own pleasure. No, don't talk for a moment. I still reliving the memory of a top ten orgasm. Give me a minute. No, that was it. We never got together again. We crossed paths once in the apartment hallway, but she was tense and distant. Jeany told me before she left for LA that Carol had not been so friendly to her either. It's a mystery. You know, I agree with you. She sure could have had a boyfriend she hadn't told Jeany about. That makes sense. Well, it's time for me to be off. You are welcome. It's been a pleasure to share Jeany with you again. Oh, I told her about you, by the way. She gave me 'ass hole' status for a bit until I told her you'd never meet face to face. One last thing. I'm taking a leave of absence, wont be back for a while. Where am I going? You have to ask, dear reader? I'm going to Los Angeles. It's time to Chow down. Mohandas K. Gandhi 1869-1948 is known as Mahatma (Great Soul) by the people of India "If non-violence is the law of our being, the future is with women" Writer's comments. I sort of enjoyed the style of this experiment, but don't care for the protaganist's defensive detachment, his superior attitude. My intent was to attemp a portrayal of conversations I've observed between strangers where establishing the pecking order seemed more important than the social exchange. In the future, I'll stick to the traditional mix of narrative and dialogue. It's more fun if there is a 'color man' (or woman) in the booth. ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+