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From: Adam Bookbinder <bifrost@ziplip.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Breathless (Woman and boy)
Date: Thu, 26 Sep 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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Breathless

by Adam Bookbinder (bifrost@ziplip.com)



She gazed at the ceiling, hardly able to take in the events of
the afternoon. 'My god,' she thought to herself, she'd just been
romping nearly naked with an 11-year-old boy on her sofa bed. She
couldn't believe what she'd done, but it had been an incredible
experience that had left her feeling breathless and yearning for
more. Much more.

Her body was tingling all over since he'd left her apartment,
just a few short minutes ago, and she lay there savouring her
excitement and the eroticism of the moment. She gently ran her
fingertips across her nipples and sighed as she remembered the
delicious feeling of his young skin against her own.

She had been delirious with excitement after getting him back to
her apartment, and had begun to kiss him urgently without either
of them uttering a word. The sexual tension was electric. She'd
pulled his clothes off without resistance and was delighted as
his trembling fingers had helped her with her own. She stripped
down to her panties, leaving his underpants on to avoid any
embarrasment that their complete nakedness might have caused him.
A pretty 28-year-old woman in just her panties was probably about
as much as an 11-year-old could handle she'd thought. Better to
keep their genitals aesthetically packaged away in cotton
underwear than risk his embarrasment and possible loss of
interest.

He was so sweet. He'd had to go home to avoid being late for his
dinner, but she'd virtually had to push him out of the apartment
or he'd never have left. But he'd be back in an hour or so, as
soon as he'd eaten his meal, and on Saturday evenings, he'd told
her, he was allowed to stay out until 9pm. It was hardly worth
getting dressed, she mused to herself. Maybe she should just lie
there as she was, with the front door slightly ajar for him to
find her, nearly naked and still aroused from their earlier
fumblings and her own exploring fingers. This next time, she
decided, his underpants were definitely coming off, and they'd
make love, with candles burning and soft music playing in the
background.

Her heartbeat raced as she thought about him. She wanted and
needed him more at that moment than she'd ever needed anybody
before. She chewed her bottom lip as she remembered how good it
had felt to explore his lithe, slim body.

'What sort of girl am I?' she asked herself rhetorically as she
remembered him lying on top of her with his smooth, flat tummy
pressing against her own. And when she'd kissed him he'd ground
his hips against her gently, almost as if he was doing it
surreptitiously, perhaps hoping that she wouldn't notice. His
hardness had thrilled her. Not a broom-handle hardness, more a
sort of man's-middle-finger kind of size. Nice she thought. Big
enough to have fun with, but not so big that its size would spoil
the gentle eroticism of of their encounter.

'I wonder if he'll have any hair yet?' she wondered. Not that it
made much difference, but somehow the thought that he might be
completely hairless aroused her more. It made him more of a
child, and their encouter somehow would be all the more taboo.
She'd find out soon enough. The minutes were ticking by.

Her fingertips traced complex lines across her skin as she
contemplated his pubescent body. It would be nice if he was
hairless, it added to the erotic perversity of it all. And, she
savoured the prospect of her tongue finding smooth, hairless skin
at the base of his penis; a lovely contrast to the acrid
smelling, hairy bush of a man. Such a delicious thought.
The minutes were passing.

He'd be back soon and her fingers slipped below the waistband of
her panties as she contemplated their next encounter. Her legs
spread wider as her fingers found the hard little bud at the top
of her moist groove. She breathed deeply, 'Was that footsteps on
the stairs?' she wondered?


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