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Subject: {ASSM} Panic Attack (MF oral) [Dryad] 
Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 16:10:03 -0400
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This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, it's not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know
them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to
get in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you
doing at asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies
to you, great! Read on! Have fun!

Let me know what you like!

Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what? It's mine.
That's right boys and girls...it's copyrighted...so if you want
it? Just ask- we'll talk.
 
Dryad 
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                Panic Attack 

"Where are my keys," she yelled, rushing around the house like a
banshee. "Fuck, this is just what I need." She muttered, then
screamed, "Bill! Jesus, where are my keys? I'm gonna be late!" 
Nothing had gone right today.  Rumor had it she was about to be
downsized out of a job,  her car hadn't started when it was time
to leave work, so she'd been late picking up the kids from the
daycare.  She got a mustard stain on her favorite shirt, and to
top it off, she found out she gained ten pounds. 

Maybe some scream therapy would work.  "BIIILLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!"

He came bounding down the stairs. "The kids are in bed, hun. You
need to relax."  

"I NEED to get going.  Where are my damn keys!!?" she fumed,
flitting from one place to another, panicking. 

Bill chased her down and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Kim. 
Sloooowwww down. Take a deep breath. Your keys are right there on
your purse." She jerked toward her purse. "Uh, not yet.  Look at
me." She had the freaked out look of a deer in the headlights of
a semi. 

"Bill, I gotta get..."  It was as far as she got.  His lips
closed over hers blocking out the rest of her words, slowing her
mind.  He kissed her sensuously, his hands on her shoulders,
kneading out the tension present.  His lips traced hers; his
tongue explored her mouth slowly, as though he were counting her
teeth.

That made her smile into the kiss, as he pulled back. "Now, where
do you need to go so badly?" watching to see that jacklit look in
her eyes disappear.

"I'm supposed to be at a voter's meeting tonight." She sighed
heavily.

"You aren't presenting, right?" he looked at her questioningly.

"No, I'm not.  But I should..." she started to sputter.

"You should relax.  They aren't going to miss your vote.  You're
staying here, so you can get some relaxation therapy."

She smiled wanly.  In the earlier years of their marriage, that
is what she'd called it.  Her stress relief.  Now, she was luck
to get the time to breathe.  Bill had actually been very good
about it lately.  She knew the lack of intimacy had to be hurting
him as well.  She slid up against him. "You're right, we have
been neglecting each other."

He smiled. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be right back."

She kicked of her shoes, taking a deep breath.  She wandered into
the living room and sat down, facing the fireplace.  There was a
chill in the air, so Bill had started a fire.  When was the last
time I sat and watched flames?  She watched the colors mix, the
tawny yellows and rust oranges.  She felt her tension release
some.  After a few moments, she felt Bill's hand on hershoulder.

"Close your eyes." She could hear the smile in his voice.  She
complied, and felt him reach for her hands, pulling her up and
leading her away.  She smiled, wondering what her inventive
husband had up his sleeve. She thought she was near the bathroom.
"Keep your eyes closed now." He released her hands, and began to
unbutton her blouse. 

Gently, he moved her hands back down to her sides when she
reached to assist him.  She felt the humidity in the air, the
scented steam of her favorite bath salt.  Bill unbuttoned her
skirt, and helped her to step out of it. He carefully pinned her
hair up.  When she was totally nude, he lifted her in his arms,
and placed her in the tub full of warm soothing water.

"I'll be right outside, if you need anything," he told her. She
opened her eyes.  The bathroom door was indeed shut, and Bill was
not there.  Candles were placed at the corners of the bath,
flickering in the rising steam. A glass of wine was placed on
edge of the tub.  Kim smiled.  When was the last time I took a
bath? When she thought Bill hadn't forgotten anything, she heard
the strains of Enya's Watermark come through the speakers of
their sound system.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me?" She called out softly.

"Nope, this is for you.  I'll be here to thank when you get out."


Kim sank deeper into the water, the scent of lemongrass and
ginger enveloping her.  The steam made the candles flickered, and
she sighed deeply.  The water eddied around her body, the
currents making whisper soft touches against her skin.  She felt
the tension begin to leave her body, her legs and arms slightly
floating in the buoyant water.  The water made soft gurgles as
her body shifted slightly.

She let her body soak, until the once hot water turned tepid,
then took the large bath sheet hanging nearby and wrapped it
around herself as she stood up.  She let the water out, just as
Bill opened the door.

"How are you feeling now?" he said softly, as his hands took the
towel, and slowly dried her off.

She sighed. " Much better.  Thank you.  I don't remember the last
time I did that."  She leaned up, giving him a soft kiss. He
returned it, before lifting her up.

"You didn't think I was done, did you?" He asked.

Kim squirmed in anticipation, wondering what was next. He carried
her back into the living room, and laid her down on the soft
quilt he placed before the fire.  Off the hearth, he took the
glass cruet of warming oil. She quietly rolled over onto her
stomach, her head resting on the pillow he provided.  He dribbled
the vanilla scented oil down her spine.  He placed the cruet back
on the hearth, close the fire. Then the phone rang. The first
ring jarred them, by the second, she was pushing her torso up
with her hands.

"Kim, don't get it." He pleaded.

"Its probably the committee." She sighed heavily.

"Fine, I'll get it." He jumped up before she could reply.

He answered it on the third ring. "Hello? ...Yes, she's here..."
He looked at her naked form on the floor, "No, she can't come to
the phone...Yes, mmmhmmm.  No, she's a bit under the weather. 
I'll let her know."

Bill hung up the phone and quietly moved back to her side.  "What
did they want?"

"Don't worry about it.  Its nothing important; I'll tell you
tomorrow." He whispered in her ear.  She leaned up to argue, then
thought better of it.  She was getting spoiled, why mess with
that?

His hands were back on her back, long strokes on either side of
her spine.  She sighed softly, as she felt her lower back roll
under and release. His hands rolled back up, rolled in fists, his
knuckles pressed into her tense muscles.    Bill shifted, so that
he was straddling her thighs.  With the better angle, he worked
out more and more of the tense spots in her bad.  Kim mewed
softly, her body softening beneath his touch.  When her back was
soft, pliant and relaxed, Bill moved lower, and began to massage
her buttocks.  Her feet began to turn outward, eyes closed. 
"Watermark" faded out, and "Book of Secrets" started.  The music
flowed over her, as the oil and Bill's hands followed.  The tone
was seductive, middle-eastern; dark and smoky.  His hands
followed suit, and warm kneading became soft sensual touches. 
The warmth licked at her sides, down her thighs, between her
thighs.

The smoky light from the fire made her skin glow.  Bill sighed
softly.  His fingers moved gently over her thighs, teasing,
testing. She moaned softly as his fingers dipped between her
thighs.  She felt him lean forward, felt him press a soft kiss
onto the small of her back.  Slowly, sleepily, she rolled over.

"Hi" she whispered softly, her eyes at half-mast, smiling up at
him.

"Hi yourself." He smiled back at her.  She raised her arms to
him, and he took her silent invitation.  The first kiss was
sensual, lingering.  Her fingers found the hair at the nape of
his neck, teased it.  Her chest moved of its own volition, rising
to meet his.  They fell into each other gracefully, lovers who
knew each other, and had no need to rush.

His hands stroked her hair, kissing down along her collarbone,
smiling when he felt her shiver. 

"Cold?" he questioned softly as he shifted down to her chest,
grasping a nipple and suckling it.

"Hell, no, its downright tropical." She laughed shakily.  He
watched the color rise on her chest, and as always, thought how
beautiful it was; the slow pink of her arousal rise from her
center up her chest to her neck and face; like watching the
rising of the sun. He dipped into the sunrise, meeting the line
of pink as it crossed her diaphragm.  His tongue dipped lower,
swirling around her navel. Kim sighed softly, her fingers
wrapping through his hair, alternately pulling him closer and
pushing him lower.  He took the not so subtle suggestion, and
trailed downward, where he dawdled.  First he kissed her inner
thigh, then licked the apex where it met her groin.  The smell
was heady, of vanilla, ginger and what was uniquely her own
scent.  His nose nuzzled, teasing her, as her body began to move
against him sinuously, her legs still held captive by Bill's. She
moaned softly, almost in time with the music, when he finally
touched her center with his tongue.  He placed his hands on her
hips, as his tongue flicked at her in time to the music.  The
sounds, the scent, the touch, all wrapped her in a sensual haze.

Kim's body writhed beneath him, unable to focus on anything
except the feel of his mouth and fingers teasing her. She felt
the wave building, the tension she'd be holding tight behind the
dam of her emotion. Her thighs tightened around Bill's head, her
bottom leaving the floor as her back bowed with tension.
Suddenly, the dam burst and the tension died down in wave after
wave of bliss.

Bill lightly stroked her thighs as she came down from her zenith.
Her body occasionally spasmed, the residual tension dying back,
leaving her body slack and limp.  As she reality seeped back in,
Bill asked her softly, "Feel better now?"

Moaning softly, she answered, "God, yes. I love you." Her hand
moved softly toward his body clasping his hardened manhood with a
smile, "But I don't think all the tension is gone yet, do you?"

Fin 
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dryad/www


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