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Subject: {ASSM} Fixinghercable...Horny M/innocent?F
Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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This little dream fantasy came about from my last haircut.  My barberess is
cute, adoreable and built like a brick shit house. ... Light crowd ...
longggggg haircut ... her face, her hair, her BIG boobs, smiles, laughs and
..... "thoughts."

Oh, and I did volunteer to take a look at her screwed up cable wiring ... it's
just that I'm still waiting for her to call.  ... Keep your fingers crossed!

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I'd been screwing around with her cable wiring for, probably, forty minutes. 
The basic problem was that channels 4, 7 and 9 got all fuzzy - more so in the
evening she said - and that really shouldn't have been the case.  Like my cable
setup, maybe it was a problem of leakage in the low band channels from the
cable box which my cable guys fixed in about ten minutes.

On the other hand, "screwing" around with her cable wiring wasn't and had not
been the only thing on my mind.

For whatever reasons, I'd developed a slightly severe case of the insane-hots
for my curvaceous barber over a relatively long period of time.  I can't really
say exactly when it may have started, but, as I write this now, it had been for
a pretty long time and, as of this summer, had grown increasingly strong.  Hah!
 Maybe it was just from the fact that I wasn't getting anything at home  --
hadn't for more years than I'm willing to admit.  .. ...  -śMany, many -ť will
suffice at this point in time and you should know what  -~that -(TM) can do to a
guy.

So, there I was, in her house by HER invitation which was made in response to
my not-so-innocent offer - twice made during my last haircut to be sure she got
the message  -" of playing TV repairman.

Even if her acceptance of my help was totally above board, which it definitely
could have been ... maybe "more likely was" .... the fact that she was wearing
a blouse which, at seemingly proper times, allowed me to see right down into
her brassiered cleavage WAS causing me problems.  

Was she letting me see on purpose?  Was it merely the cute t-shirt that she'd
put on in the morning and worn all day at work?  Or, as my mind kept insisting,
was it a revealing  -ślittle something -ť that she'd purposefully picked five
minutes before I knocked on her door?   

Gawd!  Did she want me to be turned on by multiple, better than usual peeks
down her blouse?

 From my standpoint, she appeared to be her normal self; bright, bubbly, engaged
in the conversation, relating tales of the day, asking interesting questions. 
On the other hand, it also seemed like there -(TM)d been plenty of opportunities
to gaze into her fleshy charms.  Oh, and her brassiere was a lovely shade of
pale purple which, I suppose, could have just been ther bra of the day or, as
another part of my mind kept urging, exclusively for my eyes only.  --.. Like I
said, a perplexing problem.

Now don -(TM)t get me wrong; I was there in hopes that  -śsomething -ť might
happen. The  -śminor problem -ť was, short of having her ask me for a backrub
or an outright declaration that she was getting physically aroused by my being
there, I didn -(TM)t have a clue on how I might get that something started other
than by some bold statement of what I was feeling.  

Hell, I -(TM)d even popped a viagra before I left the car figuring that being
prepared seemed like a good idea and that if anything was going to get started
it would be when the chemicals kicked in during the examination of her cable
setup.  --  --  -- 

And, about as close as I -(TM)d come to  -śstarting something -ť was the several
occasions where there was an opportunity to ask her hold a flashlight so I
could read the black on black lettering on the back of her VCR.

Yow!  A goddamn nice view it was, I might add.  Ideal scoop, hanging tit-sides,
currrrrved cleavage, a delicious light purple brassiere and the
manufacturer -(TM)s cute little bow between the two restraining cups. 

Fuck!!!!!!  There must have been at least twenty times that I just wanted to
lean right out and kiss her on her soft, sexy lips and just feelllllllll her
reaction.   --. Or, holding me back from such a move, get rebuffed as hell with
all sorts of ensuing problems.

There really wasn -(TM)t much more that I thought I could do cable wise.  My guess
was that there was leakage from the cable box causing bars and wavy lines on
her cable picture.  Everything else seemed OK barring some sort of internal
cable fuckup which I could not detect.  It was at this point that divine
intervention wedged its way into the evening.

We were on our knees down on the floor with me peeking around the back of the
little console that held her entertainment boxes.  Sheri sat upright on her
knees holding the flashlight which we -(TM)d recently used.  I twisted my head for
a better look a suspicious cable and, bing! A crick in my neck snapped into
being along with an audible,  -śdamn! -ť and pained lurch from me.

My hand went to the offending area and I came out from behind the boxes with
pain wrinkled across my brow.

 -śWhat -(TM)s wrong? -ť she asked with a concerned and puzzled look on her face.

 -śOoo! Just got a crick in my neck from to much craning, -ť I said, rubbing my
neck.   -śIt -(TM)ll be ok,   -- doesn -(TM)t feel to bad. -ť

 -śOh, I -(TM)m sorry you got one of those, -ť she said,  -ślet me see if I can
rub it out and make it feel better. -ť

Inside my head, I instantly thought  -śneck rub! -ť  I also simultaneously
wondered how I might be able to exploit the situation further.  LOL!  My
sometimes fertile mind came up with nothing whatsoever and I puppishly followed
her lead to come over to the couch where she -(TM)d sat down.

 -śHere, let me rub that out for you, -ť she sweetly said.   -śI hate it when I
get cricks in my neck  -- they just seem to stay around forever if you don -(TM)t
do something about them. -ť

So, there I was, sitting on the carpeting in front of her couch between her
knees on either side of my shoulder and her hands started to rhythmically knead
into the tendons of my neck.   --  -- Perverse thoughts aside, it felt very,
very good and, of all the ladies that I know on an acquaintance basis, I -(TM)d
already experienced heavenly neck massages from her at the barber shop.

Turning my head so that the aching side of my neck faced her more, I
straightened out my legs on the floor letting them unconsciously take on a
slightly parted configuration.  Hah!  A  -śreal -ť neck rub position and, like
I said before, her massages felt very, very good plus being kind of pleasantly
intimate in a confusing sort of way.   -- I mean, hell, I DID have thoughts of
getting into her panties and I WAS actively thinking just how the hell I could
leverage this pleasantry further.   -- I also reflected that I should be the
massaging person because  -" in my imagination  -" I WOULD edge slightly into
forbidden zones of conduct.  Or at least I thought I would  -- hell, I never
know  -- I probably wouldn -(TM)t have.  Maybe I would have.
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Damn!  Sheri -(TM)s hands felt wonderful on my neck!  The best!  I knew they would
but, somehow, this unexpected turn of events just felt exquisitely comfortable
and I was going along for the ride,  -śthinking -ť at times, while just
enjoying and taking it all in at others.

Somewhere along the dreamy silk road, I became aware of the fact that I was
beginning to get a hardon andddddddddd that the direction of my now-unfurling
cock was pointed in what I -(TM)d have to term  -śthe -ť ideal direction possible
were I to have chosen a way for it to point for  -- shall we say  --
 -śdisplay -ť purposes.  Hell!  That -(TM)s just the way it turned out.  Thinking
about it, however, made it worse.   -- Or  -śbetter. -ť   -- I stuck with
better.

So, Sheri keeps kneading, I keep enjoying and I begin to wonder when she -(TM)ll
notice the upward, left-pointing swelling in the crease of my khakis.   --
Actually, I tried to will it to expand  -- to grow rock hard  -- on a couple of
occasions but it just seemed to have a mind and pace of it -(TM)s own.

The word  -śpleasure -ť and  -śgood -ť hardly do justice to my enjoyable state.
 Here I was, getting a medicinal massage from my barber in her home  --
everything seemed to be happening in wonderful, good-feeling, slo-motion action
and, if she was of a mind to notice, she could maybe see what effect she was
having on.   -- LOL!  On thinking about that, I checked and knew that sure as
hell I could see!

But, maybe she didn -(TM)t or couldn -(TM)t notice the change within the domed crease
of fabric in my crotch; maybe she -(TM)d stop  -- maybe, maybe, maybe.  

It was around this point that she shifted slightly and said,  -śIs that feeling
better? -ť

Hah!  I guess that in  -śnormal -ť conversation the right answer would be
something like,  -śOh yeah, that really feels good -ť or something innocusly
along those lines.  However, in my screwed up, desire laden frame of mind, she
could have just as well have asked if I wanted to go to bed with her or
anything of the slightest sensual suggestivity.  I really didn -(TM)t think of a
specific reply, other than giving her an answer like the first, but my mind
definitely took her question to be something quite different than a mere,
polite inquiry as to my neck -(TM)s present status.  Oh, that plus the feel of a
pair of firm, bulging breasts pressing into the back of my head!

All by it -(TM)s own (I think), my erection blossomed into total full alert along
with waves of undefineable thoughts and feelings on my part.  Sheri kept
rubbing the left side of my neck with her strong , slender fingers ,her tits
kept pressuring into the backside of my head and her Sheri-scent kept filling
the warm quiet air.

Could she see it?  Did she notice?  If she did notice, was she shocked or
pleased with what reaction she was making?  

As her full breasts pressed lightly against the back of my head, I made a
slight turning motion with my head to brush over them.  In return, she didn -(TM)t
pull away in the slightest degree and I began wondering what the hell I should
say  -- what the hell I should do?   -- Also, I glanced down at my hardon to
confirm that, if she hadn -(TM)t noticed it by this point, she never was.  --. Or,
didn -(TM)t want to.  And, God!  Did I want her to notice.

 -śGod that feels good, -ť I said to her.   -śYou really know how to do
that. -ť

 -śGlad you like it, -ť she replied, leaving me with no clue as to what might
be going through her mind.

 -śThere is one problem, -ť I said, knowing in the millesecond that I -(TM)d said
it that I was prepared to cross the line.

 -śWhat -(TM)s that? -ť she asked back with a slight wondering sound in her voice
which made me wonder back if she was clueless as to what had happened  -- what
was going on in my fertile little brain or, having noticed the  -śGreat It -ť,
was wondering herself what she might possibly say.

 -śYou -(TM)ve totally turned me on, -ť I said, having decided on an  -~honesty -(TM)
ploy or  -~remark. -(TM)   -śTurned me on  -- --  -~aroused -(TM) me sensually, -ť I
added instantly wondering if what I -(TM)d said was the right way to say it.

 -śOoooooo, yeah  -- I can kind of see that I have, -ť she said in a soft
voice, her hands almost stopping their previous action.   -śI -(TM)m  -- --..
I -(TM)m sorry  -- -- --.  I  --.. I just don -(TM)t know what to say. -ť

And, having said that, her left hand again began to move slowly up and down a
tendon on the back of my neck.

Not changing the position of my legs on the floor, I tried to come up with a
good reply which, hopefully, wasn -(TM)t to gross or distasteful or whatever the
hell it was.  Hell, those kind of internal conversations seem to go at about
ten thousand words per second, so it -(TM)s pretty hard to get everything all
properly lined up for public consumption.

 -śWell, -ť I started, knowing that  -~well -(TM) was my particular way of
stalling while trying to think of something different to say or trying to
reorganize the words the way I -(TM)d ideally want them to be,  -ś  -śYou, -ť  --
sweet little barber that you are, always have kind of gotten to me that way,
and  --..  --.. ah  --.. I just kind of got carried away. -ť

As my voice stalled in mid-air, trying to think of any way to conclude or move
on my train of thought  -" other than just outrightly telling her that I -(TM)d
just love to have her want me to completely ravish her body or something like
that  -" she continued the conversation.

 -śI do admit that it did feel good that I turn you on, -ť she said  -- --
 -śactually  -~does -(TM) feel good  -- --. -ť

Her voice again stopped in mid-air and, yet, she continued massaging my neck as
if nothing at all had occurred between us  --. That  -~arousal -(TM) had been
confessed to. 

Taking  --.. maybe more hoping  --.. That her remark was a confirming  --.
Maybe  -śallowing -ť statement, I orbited  my head as if to say,  -śDon -(TM)t
stop, this DOES feel good. -ť

Sheri shifted her position by sitting up on the couch straighter,  moving
slightly forward.  Her gift-giving fingers traced down the twin meaty muscles
leading from my neck to my shoulders where she started a new area of massage. 
Damn! I thought.  She wants to continue  -- doesn -(TM)t want whatever  -~this -(TM)
is to stop
  
I shrugged my shoulders in appreciation and , without changing position just
let her hands continue their now-erotic work. 

 I felt her shift as she worked her fingers around my muscles and felt the
warmth of her face radiating into the side of mine.  Also, two warm orbs
pressed with firmness against my back.

 -śFeel good? -ť she asked in a lazy, dream like voice

 -śOhh yeahhhhhh, -ť I replied, letting my  -~yeah -(TM) string out while
wondering about the things that had not been said and, yet, had been said. 
 --. I imagined that she was looking down my chest into the  -śY -ť of my my
parted legs where, still clearly apparent, either of us could see the effect of
my  -śthoughts. -ť   

Mindfully, I clenched inside my crotch making my cock viseably enlarge and lift
under its thin, tan covering.  Sheri -(TM)s mind crazing massage changed with an
inserted squeeze against my shoulder -(TM)s muscle as it to say,  -śI saw what you
did. -ť

Did she?  Had she been looking and seen my slight twitch following it with a
meaty squeeze of her own?  God!  My mind was reeling in sensual delirium!   --.
I clenched again, holding my force as long as I could, watching myself stir
under my trousers and, damn!, felt her squeeze back exactly as she -(TM)d done
before.

The pressure of Sheri -(TM)s breasts against my back lightened and, in my mind, I
thought - based on what I could feel - that she was now barely brushing the
points of her tits on my shirt. 

Still no change from her  -- still no further remark or comment other than a
warm, accepting silence within the room.

Without thinking, I pressed back into the couch -(TM)s edge while making my butt
slide forward on the carpeting, making me more visible, wanting her to want me.
 And, as if answering by touch alone, her fingers worked more firmly into my
shoulder -(TM)s.

Encouraged or just plain insane, I brought my left from the floor and slid it
teasingly across my khakis towards my tented shaft.  My four main fingers
drifted downwards and my thumb completed a capturing  -śC -ť which surrounded
the end of my hard cock .  Finalizing my display, I brought up the side my
index finger against the length of my firm shaft and began moving myself in
barely perceived press  -- release  -- press again movements.    -śThere! -ť I
thought inside my head,  -śDO whatever you -(TM)re going to do and, then, I -(TM)ll
do something else. -ť

Sheri said not a single word and just continued massaging.  She started working
on the flat muscle just below my shoulders making little circling and inward
moving motions.  Saying that it felt good is more than an understatement and to
say that my mind was reeling with jumbled sensual thoughts was further than
that.  

Erotically, I made the distance my hand moved my cock -(TM)s shaft increase.  God!
 There couldn -(TM)t be any doubt what I was doing right below her eyes.  I could
just as well have had my cock in my hand buck assed naked and jacking off
slowly for the pleasure of our eyes!

STILL no response from Sheri verbally!  But, God!  How my  mind changed the
nature of her massage!  It seemed  --. Was  -- a total change in her now-urging
fingers gliding all over my neck and into my hair, rippling against the skin of
my head as if saying,  -śGo on  -- go on, please, please go on! -ť

Now totally beyond any recall to reason, I squeezed my fingers underneath my
dick and made it blatantly stand out in firm distinction against the thin cloth
of my Summer-weight khakis.

Her fingers caressed over my ears and the movement of her hands added an
echoing, hollow sound of flesh on flesh.  The cheek of her face pressed warmly
against my cheek and I inhaled the scent of her hair, her lips and her body.

Totally  -~allowed -(TM) to do anything at all, I brought my other hand to my
almost nakedly quivering shaft and began to masturbate myself between the tips
of my fingers.

 -śDoes that feel good? -ť she asked, her face still against mine.

Warm breath from her gently inquiring words washed hotly over my face and into
my inhaling nose.   -śFuck! -ť I thought,  -śthis is going to happen! -ť  

God!  Thinking that, doing myself right underneath her eyes, I felt that
familiar stirring underneath my balls and in the crack of my ass that, if I
didn -(TM)t stop, I was going to cum right in my pants if I didn -(TM)t do something
to stop myself.

I did stop  --. I had to take a break from the impending doom of letting things
go to damn far.  My fingers relaxed, still on either side of my clearly seen
cock-shaft and I paused, taking a deep breath of air.   I turned my face to the
left and my lips found her -(TM)s waiting warm and moist for our very first kiss.

God!  Did she taste good as our lips and tongues merged together in a deep,
probing kiss of desire.

Our faces twisted and turned so we could get more of each other and her hand
brushed with loving attention as it caressed the right side of my face with
fervent need.

As we continued to kiss deeply with our tongues now lashing against their mate,
my hands below unbuckled the brass belt clasp, unbuttoned the top button and
followed by pulling the zipper -(TM)s tab all the way to it -(TM)s base.  With the
merest of shrugs, still kissing Sheri with a driving, crazed tongue, I could
feel my cock spring into the air of the room and into total, total upwardly
spearing vision forced into full, jutting glory by my thumbs and index fingers
jammed deeply into the base of of my cock.

Still kissing, I could see that Sheri -(TM)s eyes were wide open and, with her
left eye at least, there was no doubt as to what she was seeing.  

I saw her eye close and felt her tongue licking across my lip as she twisted
her body towards mine as her hand descended downward and took the full length
of my erection within her outstretched fingers and began to stroke me within
her fingers.

 -śIf you don -(TM)t like oral sex, -ť she whispered against my ear,  -śI -(TM)m
going to kill you in the next two minutes.

 -śMmmmmmmmmm, -ť I responded,  -śI -(TM)m alive  --. YOU are alive  --. And
what -(TM)s in you hand that has soooooooooo long been waiting for your arrival IS
alive! -ť

 -śHah! -ť she exclaimed in a continuing giggle of mirth.

She pulled away from my face and, in one single movement, pulled her top up and
off her shoulders pitching it down between my legs.  

Her face returned to the side of mine and she clearly looked downwards while
making little purring sounds from within her neck.

 -śShow it to me again, -ť she said.  

Her arms wrapped across my chest and began kneading what would be breasts.  I
took my hard quivering cock into my hand and curled my fingers around the firm
warmth of my cock -(TM)s turgid shaft.  Clenching with the exact amount of
oft-practiced firmness, I pulled down on my cock -(TM)s length making the end of
my dick swell in shiny, pink-purple fullness.

 -śI -(TM)m glad you like it, -ť I said.   -śHe likes you! -ť

finis

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