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Subject: {ASSM} New: The Submissive Angel   (MF, Shaving, Hosiery Fetish, Relationship) 1-5
Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 07:10:03 -0400
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This is my first story, or part of it. I will post the rest later if
interested. heh, so my disclaimer is, I am not a professional writer
and never majored in english... :)

any feedback is welcome. happyjohn14@hotmail.com







The Submissive Angel

Chapter One - Background

	It all started my junior year at a new university.  Because I
changed majors and was also a transfer student, I was lacking some
basic freshmen courses required to progress through the curriculum.
The class was like most freshmen classes, in a huge auditorium packed
with seventeen to twenty year olds. And like most young people today,
they all look the same.  Sheep, and clones of one another; most of the
girls wearing those short pants, that stop several inches from the
knee with some sort of sandal. If you were lucky you might see one
wearing some very nice and tight short-shorts, hugging their ass's
like every guy wishing his hands were hugging.
	In an environment like this, with everyone looking like they
were cut from the same mold, certain fashion styles stand out among
the norm, so when I saw this angel walk by me the first class of the
semester, I knew this boring class was going to get a lot more
exciting. 
The first day I saw her, as though her beauty was not enough to have
my jaw falling to the ground, was her outfit, what I would call
"killer."  Her black heels were [I guess you could say] those trendy
but professional loafers with a three inch tall block on the back as a
heel, her legs bathed in smooth mix of blackish-gray pantyhose, and
the crown at the mountains peek was to be a loose flowing black
mini-skirt.  This all revealing what could be the legs of any fashion
model.  She offset this black stained lower body trend with a white
satin-like blouse tucked tightly into the skirt. If this wasn't enough
to catch the attention of any young horny male then she wore a bright
as a neon sign, hot-pink backpack.  Needless to say, amongst the busy
crowd of your typical college girls, a guy seeking the one girl that,
like him, stands out amongst the norm, she was it.
Aside from this uppercut-out-of-nowhere outfit, she was given the
looks that most girls would only achieve with the miracles of modern
medicine.  Her brown eyes were slightly larger than normal, with what
could be considered perfect eyebrows. Her nose small but perky, the
skin between her upper and nose appeared shorter than usual, causing
her upper lip to curl up and open with a semi-full lower lip. Her body
was slim and proportionate to her height of 5' 6".  I never cared for
exact dimensions, but she carried what had to be a full b-cup in the
chest (which is perfect in my eyes.)  Apart from these angelic
features is a full head of long and very curly brown hair. Another way
to think of her: genetics at their best.
Now, I am not the most bold and direct guy in the world, in other
words (I know I'm not alone on this) approaching someone of this
caliber, with me being your average [ha!] looking guy, isn't something
I would normally do.  So, needless to say, this class period did not
go by fast at all, with me blocking out everything the lecturer had to
say and thinking only of ways to approach her and not look like a
fool.  Blowing a chance with someone that was of this very high
stature in my mind was not an option.  But as I could have guessed,
today would not be the day, as I for the life of me could not find her
that day.  On the bright side, it gives you to torture yourself a bit
more; only thinking about when the next time might be lucky enough to
be graced by her and the stunning women that she is..
Luckily, the next time I would see her, wouldn't be as far away as I
thought.  As I hoped, her appearance in the previous class was not
just a one-time, first day of class-lets-make-a-good-impression thing.
The outfit on this day, the day we met, was not as "stunning" as the
first day, but what more could I ask for?  It was a sort of
Mexican-Southwest-ish dress, with bright magenta's, blue's and
oranges. This girl was certainly not afraid of color.  What you would
not expect from a girl like this, or as the dress would suggest, would
be the actual presence of nude hosiery!  She wore the same shoes she
had on the with the previous outfit (which I would later find out were
her favorite, wearing the same model shoe with slightly various colors
with most everything.) 
As insane as it might sound, we had assigned seats in this class,
based on last names, so as one might think, the most logical solution
might be to sit next to her. Sadly that was out of the question with
every available sit next to her taken by assigned person's.  Not a
problem though, I had a mission that day and I wasn't going to fail.
I managed to squeeze out of the class before the herds and get some
distance from the buildings exit, where everyone had to come out of.
Not a bad plan, and it worked, cause there she was, walking in my
direction, alone and magical as she walked up the sloped hill toward
the center of campus.  The rest is history; introductions were made
with some flattering compliments on my part, nothing but an immensely
positive outcome was to come.  Her name was Monica.

Chapter Two - It Begins

	Dates were made and the typical courtship rituals progressed.
Like anyone in a "crush" all you can think about is that person, along
with the question: Is she a keeper?  Monica's personality was nothing
more than the best; always positive and happy, which seemed to radiate
on to everyone around us, and intoxicate me.  Her sense of humor
turned out to be in league with mine, making breaking the ice and
conversations ease along in the beginnings.  Though, with all things
perfect, there has to be a flaw, right?  Not that it was difficult to
see, but maybe it was something I didn't want to see.
	After a few months of the typical, movies, eating out,
concerts, etc, things seemed to click more and more, causing [great]
things to surface from the both of us.  Naturally, there are many
things you don't blurt out in the beginnings, even though you want to.
Some things you don't need to blurt out though, cause they are
painfully obvious.  Like my fetish, after time you could only explain
(if you needed to, never question a great thing right? :)) her daily
wearing of hose in a few ways: 1) she shared the fetish? 2) Maybe she
grew up with wearing them and it isn't a major thing to her? Or 3) she
picked up on the constant attention I and every wanting guy paid her
silky legs?  Either way, the teasing increased and I would only find
out later what I could only guess at this point.  She would simply
say, "Dressing up is part of the dress code for work."  Which she
would on average go to after classes (clerical work in an office.)  So
how did that explain her days off on the weekend? :)
	So I am a horney guy, but I am also one that likes to take it
slow, romantic if you will.  She was an old fashioned girl, so taking
it slow never posed a problem, similarly it never suggested an issue
other women I've dated, so after three months into the whole euphoric
buzz I make a new move, or was it her?
 The night started with a early night out on the town, enjoying a meal
at a fine steak out then checking out a performance at a local comedy
club.  As what had become the usual, she was being quite the tease.
Under the table at the steak out, not ten minutes in the place, she
had a boot off and foot in my lap... what is a guy to do? At the
comedy club, hiking her skirt up clearly to her waist in what had to
be the darkest, most secluded booth, only a small candle was to
entertain us.  The sexual innuendos were obviously a turn on; topped
with the humor of the comedian, and maybe a touch of my perverse style
of humor, add a few drinks for us both and spice was inevitable.  The
water I was drinking was now almost gone; in a playful maneuver I
accidentally managed to spill it in her totally exposed and hosed lap.
Offering like any gentleman would to clean up the mess, I immediately
picked up one of the napkins from the table and kindly patted her very
damp crotch clean.  
	The small napkin was not enough to soak the small, but
damaging :) amount of spilled water.  I suppose it was a bit
uncomfortable for her and moments later she excused herself to the
restroom with a devious smile across her face.  
When she returned, there was something different about her, I thought
it was the way she was walking, which had me immediately wonder if the
water move was childish or erotic.  But this walk packed a more
seductive shift... As she sat down she whispered in my ear "I couldn't
manage to clean the mess." Then reached into her purse, pulling out a
small wad of toilet paper and handing it to me with an innocent
child's expression.  Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out
what to do next... As she returned to her exposed, waist hiked skirt
position, I tore a small amount of the paper and proceeded to baby her
crotch in the pitch darkness of the secluded booth.  Something had
changed though; not fully realizing it until I playfully dropped the
paper and posed to use my hand.  Feeling what I felt was a pleasant
surprise.  She managed to remove her wet panties and tear the gusset
from the hose while in the restroom.  When she realized what I had
discovered we quickly left to conclude the evening at my apartment. 

Chapter Three - A Short Ride

	The ride home was messy to say the least, and a bit... hard
[puns intended.]  Heh.  You have this beautiful woman next to you,
whom you can now see fully with the light of the streets.  The hairy
snatch you were "cleaning" in the club is now clear with the bright
club district lights shinny down the moon roof creating what could
only be one of the most erotic scenes I could ever picture.  The
outfit she put together for this night was nothing different then the
usual, but now I got to see everything I ever wanted, with all the
insane details that drive me crazy.  She was wearing black leather
boots a few inches below her knees with two or three-inch heels, black
sheer to waist pantyhose with the crotch torn out, exposing some of
the nicest and fullest lips I have ever seen.  Her top was a crushed
red velvet halter-top exposing more than half of her belly and small
featureless leather jacket concealing her flawless back.  
	She wasted no time making herself comfortable getting back in
the car.  Once in motion, she had one leg propped up against dash
board, knee in chest, skirt removed and somewhere in the back seat,
and my hand where it belonged; plunging away in a very moist, tight
cunt. I don't think she opened her eyes the entire trip home.  I don't
blame her; she must have had three orgasms in the ten-minute trip. The
final orgasm was when we pulled up to a traffic light a few blocks
from my apartment, in university territory; when several rowdy
fraternity types pulled up next us. The coaching and roaring from them
was just as you would expect. 
	Parking in my small apartment complex, I, heh, for lack of a
better word, dislodged my fingers from their new friend and introduced
them to another.  In the euphoric haze of her orgasms, I smeared my
fingers over her lips till she quickly opened her mouth [and eyes] and
began to seductively suck her juices from them.  The look in her eyes
said she was in heat, ready to rock my world, but I still wanted to
play...

Chapter Four - The Hypnotizing Walk

	After this unforgettable trip, and witnessing my girl suck her
cum from my fingers, I naturally wanted to taste her goodness.  Gently
grabbing the back of her head I initiated a deep and hard kiss that
could have lasted for ten minutes.  With all the groping and the
delusion from the kiss, time went by in the darkness of my car.
Breaking the kiss and looking deep within her eyes, we began to exit
the car.  I think the first thing on her mind [aside from sex] was to
find her skirt.  I shook my head "no" at her and with that she simply
smiled, stepping out of the car with only her sheer to waist hose to
partially cover her already exposed goodies. 
	I don't think she got the point of the game though, pacing
somewhat fast to my unit.  Not anything difficult to resolve though,
all it took was a loud whistle, a look and a smile, for her to rush by
my side in the parking lot.  I wanted to milk this for all it was
worth, I took my time walking slowly back to the apartment, with her
sternly by my side.  She was getting the idea. My unit faces a fairly
busy road, and like I said, milk it. :) At my front door I decided to
see how far I could take this...
	As I stood in front of my front door, I turned to her and
initiated a slow and passion filled kiss.  Her back to the road, I
began to remove her jacket, I let drop on the porch.  I started to
intimately massage her back, which was simply covered by the fine
bikini like straps of the halter-top, while her arms were wrapped
around my neck in a loose lock; she was oblivious to the busy road not
twenty feet away.  I began to magically pull the ties of the straps
apart until there was nothing holding it up except the pressure of our
bodies together.
	While time seemed to vanish while locked in a sex-boiling
kiss, I began to slowly dance in place to some variant of jazz one of
my neighbors was blaring from an open window in his/her unit. In
sensuous movements I began to break the throat locking kiss and
journey down under her mouth and over to her long neck, where I
lingered for a while. Sucking and lightly licking her neck while one
of my hands was now firmly grabbing her silky smooth, perfect ass. 
	Beginning to follow my lead, she starts to move with me in
unison, standing half nude in the moon and traffic light.  Seemly
hypnotized by my sensual touch, I progress around her body seemingly
altering position, my chest to her nude back, my mouth sucking on the
back of her ear and one hand now rubbing her soft pubic mound with the
other on her tight stomach pulling her close to me.  Moving with the
music I ease around her, turning with her to face the traffic while I
manipulate her soft body. Rhythmically I eased my hand on her mound
down under her hose to visit their old friend. Dropping a pitcher of
water in her lap couldn't of created a more drenched hole. Delicately
I worked her cream covered button, feeling her almost lose her balance
and composure several times, always being there to grab her before she
fell.  Just as felt her begin to reach her peak I swooped her into my
arms and backed into my apartments entrance.

Chapter Five - A sort of cleansing

	Already feeling like I could do anything with this moment,
with this angel, I do what any man that likes... that loves to eat
pussy does; shaves it clean.  Carrying her feather-like body in my
arms through my tiny apartment straight to the bathroom, where I
gently seat her what could easily be described as drugged habituated
body down on the marble counter. Finally, I was in a position where I
could see my trophy, the girl of my dreams, with her sweaty tender
flesh and nylon-bathed legs glistening in proper light.  
	At this point, I think she was just too exhausted to protest,
or was into the idea.  When I pulled out my electric trimmer and
shaving gear all that I heard was the constant sound she was producing
the later half of the night.  I was starting to think this was the
only one she produced any more; that of a rhythmic pant.  
As much as it hurts me to do, heh, it takes years off my life every
time I do it, but it had to be done in this situation.  Her hose now
completely torn from around her dripping swollen crotch, appearing in
what could almost be a crude description of suspender hose, with only
thin links of fabric stringing to the thick waist-band of what could
once be called pantyhose. 
	I plugged in the trimmer and began shaving the monstrous
jungle of thick black pubic hair.  Sad, I know... Sprawled out amongst
probably the only "generous" feature in my apartment, the bathroom
sink, was a to be bare and enhanced beauty, in the only way I could
sculpt.  Applying the thick lather of cream to her trimmed mound and
lips was almost a ritual that was an honor to become part of.  As I
began to shave a snatch that radiated heat and the fine musk of sex,
she began to violently shake with the razor making its first pass
along center of her mound.  She was cumming hard; I even had trouble
believing it.  A thick pool of clear liquid was forming under her ass;
oh how I desired so to just stop the ritual I had started to lap up
her treasure.  But I am a man with a goal damn it, heh.  Exhausted
with what must have been her fourth or fifth orgasm in an hour, her
slender body collapsed, gasping and panting like a dog after...
Without any resistance to worry about and I continued with what had to
be done (after all, I want to play.)
	
Chapter Five - Treat it well...

	It could only be compared to a waterfall in some tropical
location, at dusk, the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.  Smooth
as a baby and limp as a flower, she was exotic in her pose.  Legs in
hose, that became thrashed above her thighs, and knee high boots, I
knew what it was, a typical scene you might see in a porn magazine.
Such an erotic scene, her smooth mound and lips, glistening from her
juices and framed in ripped hose, upsetting that I had to disturb it
without recording the moment in just words and mind.  
Gathering one of her legs I as delicately as I would think she wanted
to be treated, I unzip the long zip line down her boot as it gently
slips off. Her feet are delicate to the touch and almost magical with
a dainty sense of perfection, sliding along my arm and straight to my
lips. Keeping my composure and refraining from my animal instincts to
devour my pray, something so beautiful should be respected.  Massaging
and making love with my tongue to each ensnared toe, I could not help
but notice the ripe intoxicating odors of her active foot trapped in
nylon, with the pheromones and perfumes of her luscious body keeping
me mentally and physically stimulated. 
	Stopping where I should if I want this to last, I proceed to
unwrap my other present, taking care to expose this foot with equal
care.  Providing it with the same attention and love I did its sister,
sucking the lively sweat and aroma into my mouth and nostrils.
Kissing the tops of her feet, I happen to look up for a second and
notice someone's eyes wide with excitement; a bright intoxicating
smile down upon me. 
	Standing to my feet I position myself in front of her.
Swinging her beautiful legs around me, and pulling herself close;
sliding over her slick juices on the counter top she wraps her arms
under mine, she begins kissing me.  Closing my eyes and enjoying this
new lead, my shirt is off in moments.  Down my neck go her lips as she
lingers on my collarbones, lightly kissing the bones and defined
muscles down to my chest and nipples.  
	She takes the same sensual care with me as I did with her.
Caressing my back and chest her feminine hands glide over my abused
flesh; her frail nails brisking across my skin sending chills of
pleasure down my spine.  Enjoying her touch as long as I could before
I had to undress myself, never taking my eyes off her, a trance isn't
the word to describe it.  

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