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From: Mina Murphy <toutavous99@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW:Ties That Bind 1 {Mina} (Fsolo)
Date: Thu, 16 May 2002 13:10:05 -0400
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 {ASSM} Ties That Bind 1 {Mina} (Fsolo) 

 Disclaimer:This story is meant for those over 18.  If you are
under 18 please do not continue further.  For the rest of you,
please know that this is the original work of the author and is
fictitious (for the most part).  It is also property of the
author.     Forward your comments to Toutavous99@yahoo.com. 
Thanks.  Mina

 

Ties That Bind 1 

Everybody has a favorite place they go to relax, unwind, think,
and refresh.  My place is the mountains in the summer.  The fresh
air and peaceful surroundings can send me to a whole other
existence.

                On this particular trip I was feeling quite
exceptional.  I had a promotion at work, made settlement on a new
condo, somehow lost an inch off my waist and to top it all off I
was having a great hair day!  What more could a girl ask for?

                As I pulled up in front of the cabin I can
already see work that needs to be done.  All in good time.  I had
to unpack the car and get a fire going because there wasn't much
time before the sun went down behind the mountain.  Once that
happens it gets so dark that you can't see your own hand in front
of your face and the cold creeps in quickly.  

After opening up the windows to air out some of the mustiness and
unloading the supplies that were brought up, it was evident that
I needed to collect some wood for the fireplace.  Luckily, my
green flannel was still hanging right where I left it, so I threw
it on over my tank top and cut-offs.  It only took a short trek
into the wooded area behind the cabin to come up with enough
timber to last me thru the night.  As I bent down to retrieve the
last piece, I could hear some noises coming from deeper in the
woods.  The sound of laughter in the middle of nowhere peaked my
curiosity, so I followed my ears.  

I was drawn towards a small clearing a little further away.  To
my surprise, I came upon a man and woman who were attempting to
undress each other without using their hands.  It was quite
comical and they were laughing hard as they were fumbling with
buttons, hooks and belts with their teeth, elbows and toes.
Within a few more minutes, they had managed to untangle
themselves from the last article of clothing and rewarded each
other with a long and passionate kiss.  Just watching these two
having so much fun made me think back to when the last time was
that I enjoyed a partner that much.  I had been in and out of
relationships, but they never seemed to be just flat out fun. 
Feeling like I was intruding, I left and returned to my weekend
home to lock up for the night.    

I started a fire and went into the kitchen to make myself
something to eat.  After a quick bite and a hot shower, I curled
up in the corner of the sofa with a tall glass of vodka and a
book.  A few pages into the book, though, my thoughts began
drifting back to the couple I saw in the woods.  I wish I hadn't
left them so soon.  I'm sure things were about to get more
interesting when I turned away to come back here.  

The man was tall and muscular with skin the color of a bronze
medal.  His hair was quite long and he had it pulled back in a
tie of some sort.  The woman was much shorter than him and had an
athletic build.  Her hair was longer than his, but I noticed that
she also had it fastened the same as his.  There was something
about those ties that just kept sticking in my mind and I
couldn't quite put my finger on it.  

Remembering their twisted bodies began to make me crave the
touching.  It had been so long since I had been with someone. 
The effects of the vodka and the heat from the fire were
beginning to take over and the warmness from inside my body made
me shed my robe.  I was warm all over and now all I wanted was to
be touched.  I began to rub my neck to slough off the last bits
of tension from the ride up.  As I lowered my hands to my tits, I
was surprised that my nipples were already hard as pointy little
rocks.  Wetting my fingertips with vodka, I played around with
them, pinching and squeezing.  Rolling my hard nipples between
them and flicking at them to just sting a bit.  I massage my
round tits, kneading them like dough, and raising them up so I
can taste the vodka on their tips.  Kissing and sucking gently,
then flicking wildly with my tongue till I make myself groan a
little.  

My hands find their way down the front of my body.  I'm pretty
proud of my abs and even happier that I don't have to work at it
to keep them firm and flat.  They're tight, but not muscular and
as I glide my hands past them to the tops of my thighs the fire
crackles.  As intense as the fire in the fireplace is, it's
nothing compared to the heat coming from within my own body.  I
take another drink from the glass of vodka because my throat is
becoming dry from the fire and the deep breathing.  My head is
swimming and as my hands work their way back down to my thighs,
my legs automatically spread, allowing my hands clear access
between them.  When my fingertips brush the lips of my pussy, I
realize how wet and swollen my clit had become.  Without
hesitating, I plunged two fingers right in and began massaging
myself, crossing and uncrossing my fingers rhythmically.  My back
arches and my hips begin to grind in time with the rhythm of my
fingers.  The wetter I'm getting, the faster I move.  Nobody is
around to hear me and I can't help how loud I begin panting and
moaning.  

The sounds feed right back into my floating head and I'm getting
more turned on as the minutes pass.  I take my hand out and rub
the juice all over the outside of my aching pussy.  As I gently
stroke myself for a while, I catch my breath and get ready for
the next round.  When I feel the welling beginning inside, I
thrust 3 fingers deep inside my hot hole and fuck myself deep and
hard, using my other hand to agitate the tip of my clit till I'm
just about to cum.  The room starts to spin and I let out a
piercing yell as I finally allow myself to give in to the
uncontrollable bucking that shakes my body when I cum.  

A few minutes later, my breathing returns to normal and I dip my
already wet fingers into my vodka glass and then lick them clean.
 I polish off what's left of my drink, cover up with my robe and
drift off to sleep more relaxed than I've been in quite a long
time.  

After a much needed night of good solid rest, I felt like a new
person.  The usual chores that are involved with getting a place
ready for the season were written out on a notepad and left on
the table with a fat red marker next to it.  I decided my reward
for eliminating all the items on the list would be lemonade and a
lounge chair on the dock in the sun.  I twisted up my hair and
decided to forgo the underwear; pulled on some comfy boxer shorts
and a big t-shirt.

By the time I got my inside work done, the sun had come up fully
in the back of the cabin.  The grounds needed a little TLC so I
figured I'd kill two birds with one stone and get some tanning
time in.  I took off the shirt and threw it over the porch
railing.  As I raked thru the grass and cleared the debris from
the garden, I could feel the hot sun beating down on my back and
it didn't take long between the sun and the physical work to get
a good sweat going.  

Apparently, I had gotten a little overzealous with the hard work
and forgot to drink the water that I had brought out for myself.
All of a sudden I became extremely dizzy and put my hand up to
steady my head.  The last thing I remembered before I lost
consciousness was someone's arms catching me.

 When I came to, I could tell I was on the futon on the porch and
there was a cool cloth over my forehead and eyes.  I could feel
another wet cloth almost massaging my body and welcomed the cool
feeling on my toasted skin.  As I came to fully, I took the cloth
from my head and adjusted my eyes to see who my rescuer was.  It
was the same woman I had seen yesterday in the woods.  

"Hi, there.  It's a good thing I was coming past when I did.  You
must've forgotten to hydrate while you were working."

Ok.  Even though I was grateful for the assistance, who was she
and why was she here in the first place? 

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be rude.  My name is Annie and I
was on my way back from my run when I crossed your property and
noticed you staggering a bit when you stood up fast.  As soon as
I saw your hand going up to your head, I knew you were in
trouble.  I'm a personal trainer and know the signs of
dehydration all too well.  I caught you before you hit the ground
and got you to the porch.  Here, drink this."

As I sat up to take the bottle of water from Annie, I realized
that I was still shirtless and noticed that my boxers were
disheveled enough that you could see the tattoo on the inside of
my hip bone.  I looked at her and she gave me a slight smile. 
Oh, well.  There's no use covering up now.  So I sat up and she
stayed with me till I finished the whole bottle of water.  We
chatted about the area and I found out that she was sharing a
house with a bunch of friends about a mile away.  She asked if I
was here alone and when I told her I was, she gave me her phone
number.   Their crowd has great parties and if I'd like to come
by, I was always welcome.  

I thanked her for her help before she left and as she turned to
go, I noticed her hair was pulled back in that same manner as
yesterday.  I got a closer look at the way it was fastened.  The
holder  was a wide leather band about 3 inches long with a
leather strap threaded in a criss-cross pattern thru the whole
length of it.  

                I'll have to ask her where she got it.

 



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