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Subject: {ASSM} Wanderings - Chapter Seven - Only Breath (Ff)
Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 
 
 

 
Chapter Seven - Only Breath (Ff) 
 
I woke up the next morning, all alone in Ramon's bed.  I wrapped his 
robe around me and walked downstairs.  The house was empty.  Their 
breakfast dishes were in the sink, the van was gone from the driveway.  
There was a note on the kitchen table from Ramon: he'd call me on the 
radio every day at 5 PM.  I folded it up and slipped it into the 
pocket of the robe, heading back upstairs to take a bath and clean the 
sticky mess between my legs. 
 
After my bath I made some breakfast, washed the dishes, and did the 
laundry.  Though I'd had the house to myself almost every day, today 
it seemed especially empty.  I missed them already and they hadn't 
been gone but for a few hours.  I tried to put it out of my mind.  
When noon approached, I hopped on my bike and headed to Julia's house. 
 
"Still worried, dear?" Julia asked as I picked at my salad.  It was a 
lovely sunny day and we were dining in her garden. 
 
"The house seemed so empty this morning," I said.  I wondered if this 
was how she felt after her husband passed away, but I couldn't bring 
myself to ask. 
 
"I know the feeling," she said, reaching for my hand.  "You can stay 
with me tonight if you'd like." 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, bringing her hand to my lips and kissing 
her soft skin.  I'd meant to stay at my house while Ramon and the boys 
were at sea, despite what I'd told him.  I didn't want to impose on 
Julia, but right then I wanted her company more than anything. 
 
"Come, finish your lunch.  I've got a surprise for you," she said. 
 
I helped her with the dishes and then followed her upstairs to her 
bedroom.  She made me close my eyes until I was inside, leading me by 
the hand to the side of her bed. 
 
"You can open them now, Annie," she said.  Laying on her bed was an 
antique white satin corset edged with delicate lace. 
 
"We called it a 'merry widow' back then," she said, holding it up 
against my body to check the fit. 
 
"Julia, it's beautiful." 
 
"I wore it on my wedding night," she said.  "I'd like you to have it." 
 
"Julia, I...I can't!" 
 
"Nonsense, dear.  I wanted to give it to my daughter someday, and 
that's what I'm doing now," she said, handing it to me. 
 
"Oh, Julia..."  Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her.  I don't 
know what filled me with so much emotion, the beauty of her gift or 
that Julia, childless, thought of me as her own.  "Thank you," I 
whispered, kissing her. 
 
"Let's dry those pretty eyes of yours and try it on," she said, her 
own eyes moistening.  She blotted my tears with a tissue and helped me 
wriggle out of my jeans and tank top.  I slipped the merry widow over 
my head and she laced up the front, pulling the laces tight so it 
hugged my form and pressed my small breasts together, making something 
resembling cleavage. 
 
"Let's do something about these," she said, tugging at my pink cotton 
panties, slipping them down over my legs.  Rummaging around in a 
dresser drawer, she pulled out a pair of gossamer lace panties that 
tied on the sides with silk ribbons and a pair of sheer lace top 
stockings.  I held the crotch of the panties against my sex as she 
tied them and sat on the edge of her bed as she unrolled the stockings 
over my legs, snapping the corset's garters in place.  A pair of white 
pumps completed the outfit.  She led me over to the mirror. 
 
"You look lovely, dear," she said, standing behind me.  She brushed my 
hair aside and kissed my neck.  I gazed at my reflection, my body 
encased in the tight garment, giving me curves that my figure hadn't 
had before. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I said, turning to kiss her. 
 
"You should wear this for Brad," she said.  "I'm sure he'll love it." 
 
Brad.  I'd hardly thought about him over the last twenty four hours, 
since talking to him on the phone.  He'd be visiting in a couple of 
days.  I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach just thinking about 
him. 
 
"I'm so nervous," I said, leaning my head on Julia's shoulder.  She 
held me in her arms, her hands falling to my waist, a waist confined 
by the tight corset. 
 
"Don't be," she whispered.  "You've already charmed him." 
 
I looked up at Julia, still a bit taller than me despite the heels I 
wore, brushing my lips against hers, seeking her tongue with my own.  
She slowly backed me over to her bed and I sat on the edge while I 
watched her undress.  Clad only in her bra and panties, she knelt 
between my thighs and gently pushed me back on her bed, undoing the 
silk ribbons that held the delicate lace panties on my hips.  She 
opened them, slowly revealing my sex.  She kissed me down there, 
tenderly at first, her tongue growing bolder as I spread my legs for 
her. 
 
"Lift up, dear," she said, pulling the panties from beneath my bottom 
before returning her mouth to my sex.  I closed my eyes as her tongue 
teased my clit, imagining how Brad would see me when I wore this fine 
lingerie for him.  I pulled down the corset's decolletage, freeing my 
breasts, imagining that it was Brad's hands pinching my hard nipples.  
I pictured us in Julia's bed, pretending it was our wedding night, his 
manhood rampant, eager to pierce my maidenhead. 
 
I was picturing him hovering over me, his hard cock with its prominent 
glans poised at the entrance of my sex when I began to come.  Julia's 
tongue was swirling over my clit, lashing it relentlessly as my 
stockinged legs pressed against her shoulders.  My chest heaved within 
the confinement of the corset, a secret hug that kept me breathless 
and made me dizzy, adding a strange intensity to my climax.  My head 
kept spinning as my orgasm subsided.  Julia looked up from between my 
thighs and saw my dazed expression. 
 
"Here, let me help you out of this," she said, undoing the laces and 
stays, unsnapping the garters from my stockings and removing the heels 
from my feet.  As soon as the corset was loosened, I began to breath 
easier and I could feel the color returning to my face. 
 
"How did people ever wear these things?" I said after I caught my 
breath. 
 
"You get used to it if you have to wear one every day," she said, 
carefully folding the corset.  There were faint red marks on my skin 
where the corset's stays had pressed into my flesh. 
 
"Did you ever do that?" I asked. 
 
"No, dear.  That was before my time.  But some of the girdles and bras 
I wore when I was younger were just as bad," she said, laughing.  I 
tried to picture Julia in those big white foundation garments I'd seen 
in old catalogs, like a big white panty girdle that went halfway down 
the thighs or a padded bra with bullet-shaped cups.  The thought made 
me laugh out loud. 
 
"What's so funny?" she asked. 
 
"Nothing," I said, reaching around her back to unsnap her bra and free 
her breasts.  I leaned over to take one of her nipples in my mouth, 
flicking it with my tongue and feeling it harden between my lips.  
Julia sighed and stroked my hair. 
 
"Lay back," I whispered, tugging at her panties.  She lifted her hips 
from the bed so I could pull them down and off, exposing her sex as 
she'd done mine.  Her pussy glistened with moisture, a telltale 
redness on her labia as if she'd been fingering herself while she ate 
me.  I lowered my face between her thighs, pressing my mouth against 
her vulva and tasting her with my tongue.  Her clit was already 
swollen, and there was no need to tease her this time. 
 
I didn't think of Brad or anyone else as I lapped at her pussy, just 
thinking about Julia, how she had made me come, all the wonderful 
things she'd done for me.  Her freshly trimmed pubic hair tickled my 
nose as I swirled my tongue over her pearly clit, eager to give this 
kind, gentle woman the pleasure she'd given me.  I cupped her bottom 
with my hands, pressing her sex against my mouth as I licked and 
sucked her, feeling her hands running through my hair.  I reveled in 
the sound of her breathing, her moaning, her soft cries of ecstasy, 
wanting to make her climax last forever. 
 
Julia's thighs began to quiver as she edged closer to her release, her 
pussy nearly flooding with her juices and wetting my face.  I sucked 
her clit as if it were a tiny cock, concentrating on it with my lips 
and tongue, knowing that she was close and getting closer.  I grazed 
her clit with my teeth, the barest, lightest contact possible, and I 
felt her let go, her thighs shaking and pinning me between her legs, 
her hips lifting up off the bed as she arched her back.  I kept my 
mouth clamped to her sex, my tongue swirling around her clit and 
dipping inside her, keeping her on top of her orgasmic plateau, not 
wanting to stop until she was done. 
 
Her hand caressing my cheek was the signal that she'd had enough, 
gently pushing me away from her sex, her other hand on my shoulder,  
coaxing me on top of her.  We exchanged a messy kiss, her juices 
covering my face, my lips puffy from ravishing her sex.  Julia's face 
was flushed and her eyes had a deep glow, big black pupils surrounded 
by a thin blue rim.  I rested my head in the crook of her shoulder, 
drinking in the scent of her shampoo and the aroma of our sex that 
seemed to fill the room like incense.  I cupped her breast as she 
caressed my back, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. 
 
I could have laid with her all night, but 5 o'clock approached and I 
wanted to hear Ramon's voice on the radio.  Julia offered to drive me 
home and then back again to have dinner and spend the night. 
 
Ramon's voice was faint and hard to distinguish over the noise and 
static, but it was good to hear him.  Julia stood by while I spoke 
with him and Del, resting her hand on my shoulder.  After they signed 
off and I sighed with relief, she hugged me, holding me close and 
giving me a tender kiss. 
 
"Feel better?" she asked. 
 
"Yes, much." 
 
"We have some time before dinner," she said.  "I'd love to see your 
room again." 
 
"Okay," I said, taking her by the hand and leading her from the sewing 
room.  We sat together on my bed and kissed, our hands reaching for 
buttons, zippers, and clasps, undoing them as our lips locked and our 
tongues melted together.  Soon we were naked again, in my bed this 
time.  I reached into my bedside table and grabbed my new vibrator, 
the big veiny pink phallus, smiling at Julia as I licked the tip and 
placed it at the entrance of her sex.  Laying on my bed next to her, I 
began to smother her with kisses as I penetrated her with the 
vibrator. 
 
"Not too deep, dear," she whispered as I pressed it inside her.  I 
turned it on, making her gasp and her perfect breasts heave as her 
breathing grew heavier.  I leaned down and took one of her nipples in 
my mouth, sucking it like a nursing infant as I probed her with the 
big pink toy.  I slipped one leg under hers, the other over, pressing 
my sex against her thigh.  I could feel the vibrations traveling down 
her leg and up to my swollen clit. 
 
It didn't take long to make Julia come, her whole body shuddering and 
shaking as I fucked her with the vibrator, her juices flowing and 
leaving a dark stain on my sheets.  Her orgasm left her momentarily 
speechless, her moans trailing off into silence.  She reached down and 
clasped my wrist, motioning for me to stop and pull the vibrator out 
of her.  I switched it off and eased it out of her dripping slit. 
 
"That was so..."  Julia still hadn't caught her breath. 
 
"Intense?" 
 
"Yes.  Intense," she said, kissing me and taking the vibrator from my 
hand, holding it up to the light to examine it.  "Is this the one I 
bought you?" 
 
"Yes," I said. 
 
"I should have bought one for myself," she said, licking the tip that 
still glistened with her juices.  "Your turn," she said. 
 
"Wait, come with me," I said, getting out of bed and taking her by the 
hand, leading her into Ramon's bedroom.  I climbed into the bed and 
pulled her on top of me.  "Let's do it in here this time." 
 
"Your stepfather's bed?  How naughty of you," she said, laughing. 
 
"Let me tell you what we did last night," I said.  She positioned 
herself beside me, her arm around me, and kissed me again, brushing my 
labia with the vibrator and sending a chill through my body. 
 
"Tell me, dear.  Was it with your father?"  She kicked the vibrator up 
a notch and parted my slit with the tip. 
 
"Yes, and my bro - ooh, yes...like that."  She'd circled my clit with 
the tip, making my whole body hum with the vibrator. 
 
"Go on, dear.  Tell me." 
 
"Papi carried me to bed, this bed." 
 
"Go on." 
 
"We got undressed...their hands were all over me...touching me..." 
 
"Did it feel good?" 
 
"Yes...it felt wonderful," I said. 
 
"Go on, Annie."  Julia pressed the tip of the vibrator into my slit, 
twisting it from side to side. 
 
"They were hard...their cocks...so hard...I took Papi in my mouth." 
 
"What is his penis like?  Big?  Small?" 
 
"Big.  Not too long, but thick.  It feels so good when he fills me." 
 
"Go on."  Julia pushed the vibrator deeper. 
 
"I took Paco's cock in my hand.  He's still pretty small.  Then Del 
began to eat me." 
 
"Does he do that often?" she asked. 
 
"No, only sometimes.  Not as good as you," I said, earning a kiss. 
 
"Keep going.  I like this," she said. 
 
"Then Papi pulled me on top of him, and I put him in me." 
 
"What about your brothers?" 
 
"Del played with my titties and I took him in my mouth." 
 
"And Paco?" 
 
"Paco started to lick my bottom.  He never did that before." 
 
"Did you like it?" 
 
"Yes.  It felt so nasty." 
 
"Go on," Julia said.  I could feel one of her fingers, slick with my 
juices, probing my ass, pressing against my puckered sphincter. 
 
"Paco got behind me and put his cock in my bottom." 
 
"All three of them at once?" 
 
"Yes." 
 
"You're a naughty little girl, Annie," she said, briefly flicking her 
tongue over my nipple.  "What happened next?" 
 
"We fucked like that for a while and then I started to come.  Then 
Paco came in my bottom and Del took his place." 
 
"Did it hurt?" 
 
"No, not at all.  I liked it.  I liked his cock in my bottom." 
 
Julia pulled the vibrator from my pussy and pressed the tip into my 
anus, penetrating my tight hole as she turned it up to its highest 
setting.  I reached between my legs and stuck three fingers in my 
cunny, rubbing my clit with my other hand as Julia fucked my ass with 
the big pink toy.  I gasped as Julia licked my nipple again, my hands 
a blur as I fingered myself. 
 
"Go on, dear." 
 
"Papi and Del fucked me, and they fucked me, and they fucked me and I 
came again and...ungh!"  I started to come, bucking and thrashing on 
my papi's bed, my fingers dancing over my sex, the vibrator half-
buried in my ass and making my whole body oscillate.  I felt Julia's 
mouth on my nipple again, her teeth lightly grazing it, her warm 
breath caressing my breast.  I pulled my fingers away from my pussy 
and wrapped them around Julia, hugging her tightly as my orgasm faded.  
She turned off the vibrator and slowly withdrew it, her lips finding 
mine for a long, deep kiss. 
 
"Thank you, Julia," I whispered. 
 
"Let's get cleaned up.  Then we'll get some dinner, shall we?"  she 
said.  We took a quick shower and got dressed.  As we put on our 
clothes I remember thinking that the house didn't seem so empty with 
Julia here.  I still missed Ramon and my brothers, though, even if it 
they hadn't been gone a full day. 
 
We dined in a restaurant by the harbor, watching the gulls wheeling 
over the water.  Though the sun was setting over the western hills, it 
made the clouds glow in shades of yellow, orange, and red, the 
reflections of the clouds making the water seem like a sea of fire. 
 
It was nearly dark when we drove back to Julia's house.  We went 
upstairs to her bedroom and she gave me a nightie to wear, a long 
satin gown with a lace bodice and matching robe.  Julia wore something 
similar in cream colored silk.  The soft fabric caressed her form, and 
I could hardly keep my hands off of her. 
 
We went back downstairs to her living room.  Julia lit a few candles 
and opened a bottle of wine.  She selected a book from her collection 
and we lay together on her couch, my head resting in her lap as she 
began to read to me. 
 
        "Come back to me, Gongyla, here tonight, 
         You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre. 
         There hovers forever around you delight: 
         A beauty desired." 
 
"That's beautiful," I said.  "Who wrote that?" 
 
"A woman named Sappho, twenty-seven centuries ago," she said. 
 
"Gongyla is a woman, too?" 
 
"Yes, Annie," Julia said, caressing my cheek.  She continued reading: 
 
        "Even your garment plunders my eyes. 
         I am enchanted: I who once 
         Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess, 
         Whom I now beseech  
 
        "Never to let this lose me grace 
         But rather bring you back to me: 
         Amongst all mortal women the one 
         I most wish to see." 
 
 
The cover of the book was a photograph of some sort of painting, an 
ancient work with bits chipped off and a corner missing, that depicted 
a group of women draped in gowns that didn't seem much different from 
the nightgowns we were wearing.  One woman held a little harp, and she 
seemed to be plucking it as the others listened.  It seemed strange to 
me that there were women loving each other 2700 years ago; I'd thought 
it was something new. 
 
I closed my eyes and lost myself in Julia's voice.  Some of the words 
were strange to me, the names of gods no longer worshipped, cities 
long abandoned, wars fought and forgotten.  But the feelings of love 
and loss remained.  I felt as if Sappho was speaking to me through 
Julia's lilting voice, across thousands of miles and thousands of 
years. 
 
Julia read a few more poems and then finished, taking a sip of her 
wine. 
 
"Is there more?" I asked. 
 
"No.  Only a few fragments of her work survived," she said, running 
her fingers through my hair.  "You enjoyed that, didn't you." 
 
"It was so...pure." 
 
"That it is," she said.  "Shall I read something else?" 
 
"Read the first one again, please."  I didn't want to lose this 
feeling; it was like the taste of a fine meal, but for the soul 
instead of the palette.  Julia read the first fragment again and then 
we sat in silence for a while. 
 
"It moves you, doesn't it," she said. 
 
"Like nothing I've ever heard before."  I picked my head up from 
Julia's lap and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her.  "Thank you," 
I whispered. 
 
We held each other, listening to the crickets chirping outside.  After 
we finished our glasses of wine, we snuffed out the candles and headed 
upstairs to Julia's bedroom.  I sat in front of her vanity while she 
brushed my hair, feeling more like Julia's daughter than her lover.  I 
insisted on her letting me do the same to her, guiding the brush 
through her long silver tresses until they felt as silky as her 
nightgown.  Then we climbed into bed and nestled against each other, 
the words of an ancient Greek woman echoing in my ears: 
 
 
                       Although they are 
                       Only breath, words 
                       Which I command 
                       Are immortal 
 
 
                             * * * 


 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html

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