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Subject: {ASSM} Miss Sinne and I -- Part One: LeeLee Doesn't Show (mf,oral,adultery)
Date: Tue, 22 Apr 2003 04:10:08 -0400
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Miss Sinne And I, Part One: LeeLee Doesn't Show

by Luxon

I flew into the crappy airport.  Months of reconstruction had not yet
given form to any actual improvement, and the thing just looked the
same as before, only now with bandages.

I was here for only a day and a half, a conference with a client would
take place most of tomorrow, and the vagaries of airline schedules
meant that I needed to spend two nights here before a morning flight
back to the West.

And frankly the nights were all I cared about anyway.

I dialed my wife on the cell phone.  She sounded tired after dealing
with the kids without me.  I assured her the plane ride had been fine,
and gave her loving noises as I urged her to go to sleep.

Then I dialed another number.

"Hello?" came the voice on the other end.  Trying to seem laid back,
but eagerness shining through the deception.

"I just landed.  Where should I go?"

"Just a minute."  I heard her walking, possibly carrying the phone into
another room.  Then quietly her voice returned.  "Go to the San Marcos
on Schoenherr.  I'll be in the restaurant bar."  She hung up.

I knew the place, of course.  We'd been there before.

I turned the rented steering wheel left into the parking lot of a hotel
which had seen its day come and go.  The grounds were well-kept, but it
was evident the place still saw business only when conventions
overflowed from neighboring towns.  There were three other cars in the
lot, that I could see.

The brisk wind hit me as I locked the door and grabbed my bag from the
passenger seat.  My slacks were plastered onto my legs and the chill
made me tread swiftly to get to the lobby.

A conversation with the guy behind the counter got me a key-card and I
spent the next couple of minutes throwing my bag in the closet of the
room and catching the stairs down to the lobby floor again.

The bar was as dark as bars are, yellow lights filtered through
cigarette smoke.  I walked to the back section, near the shoddy pool
table.

There she was.

She was wearing a cream silk blouse that glistened in the reflected
light, and a short dark skirt that made her look all business.  Her
legs, crossed, were incredible, murkily visible as they were in profile
in the shadow under the table as I approached.

"Can I sit here?" I asked, mockingly, as I startled her from her liquor.

"It's not taken."  She smiled with something that was almost contempt.

"Good."

Discussion proceeded, about flights, work, and weather.  Family was not
mentioned, according to the script, but I had to know how she got out
of the house tonight.

"LeeLee," was her reply.

"LeeLee?" I arched an eyebrow.

"I'm interviewing a college graduate named LeeLee.  The company is
really recruiting her hard, and I'm to meet with her to discuss
compensation.  She's flying back tonight, so I had to meet her here."

"I see."  I guess being in Human Resources was useful for one thing,
anyway.  "Well, I'm sure you have
to meet with 'LeeLee', so I'll leave you alone.  I'm off to my room."

"I don't think she's going to show.  I'd join you," she gripped my knee
firmly under the table, "but I have to finish my drink first."

I knocked her martini back in a swallow, set it down, and turned to go.
I didn't turn around to see if she was following me; I was in no mood
for games, and I figured neither was she.

The nearby clicking of her heels let me know that for certain.

Instead of the elevator, I walked through a door on the left, leading
to the staircase.  I held the door for her as she went through, too,
with a gesture indicating she should move ahead.

She started up the stairs, which was what I wanted out of the deal.
The three inch heels made her hips sway suggestively as she mounted
each riser, and more and more of her thighs were revealed by her
riding-up skirt with every stride.  I could already see her the welt
of her stockings as I followed close behind.

We got to the second floor, and still she continued, but I was ready to
begin the play, and I lightly grazed her hose with my hand as I slid
it up her skirt to her cunt.

She stopped then, of course, one foot on a lower step, and leaned back
against my hand with a barely audible release of breath.  I was even
with her on the stairs, now, and I pressed her forward against the rail
as my fingers found her moisture and her clit.  I massaged it lightly
but insistently as she clenched the railing in her hands, and I moved
close behind her so she could feel me hard against her ass.

"Did you miss me?" I hissed into her ear.  I lifted her hair with my
free hand and ran my teeth along the back of her neck.

"Oh god yes," she whispered back, echoing in the deserted stairwell.
Her loins were soaking now with her arousal, and more and more it was
her movements on my hand, and not vice versa, that was juicing her up.

A door opened on a floor above, then, and I had to remove my hand from
her crotch as she had to drop her skirt to a point near decency.  It
took a few seconds for our breath to adjust away from panting, and I
knew as we passed the elderly man coming down that Miss Sinne's face was
too flushed to miss.  Hell, I'm sure he could smell her; I certainly
could.

We were already at the fourth floor when he exited the stairwell at the
lobby, and as the door closed behind him I turned to her with a wry
smile.  "I forgot to mention: my room is on two."

Two minutes later we were sprawled across my bed, my face buried in
the folds of her skirt.

She alternated between hissing encouragement and moaning appreciation
for my mouth's work.  Her blouse was still on, but her fingers danced
teasingly around the nipples that strained through the thin material.

Her taste and smell filled my senses as I thrummed her clit with the
backside of my tongue, and when I could tell she was drawing near to
orgasm, I grabbed her ass with both hands and forced her already-
bucking pelvis to keep in sync with my mouth.  This threw her over the
edge, and my whole tongue was thrust inside her cunt when she came.

I looked up at her, then, as she relaxed, the lines of her face shifting
from desperate lust to mere beauty.  Her stocking-clad thighs, tendons
no longer taut, still looked ravishing to me, and I gave Miss Sinne
little reprieve.  I kissed lightly around the garters, occasionally
indulging her with a lick in the soft skin where her legs met her crotch,
but surely enough my licks grew closer and closer to her pussy.  I knew
she was still too sensitive from the orgasm to attack her clit as
voraciously as I longed to, so I licked her inner lips up and down and
around.

Her sleepy sighs of comfort began to regain an underlying current of
desire, and I slid my hand up the silky sheen of her leg until my middle
finger was at her entrance.  The moaning began again as I slid the
digit into her as gently but insistently as I could, and started
imitation fucking motions while I finally got the chance to suck on her
lovely clitoris again.  Now one leg was beneath my chin, the other bent
at the knee, sometimes resting on her high heels and sometimes
encircling my head.  The feel of nylon was delicious across the back of
my neck, and the sharpness of her heel on my back was anything but
painful as I lost myself more and more concentrating on the cunt-taste,
the cunt-smell, and on the cries of the woman who was the recipient of
my worship.

Her hands were in her blouse now, I could tell, massaging her breasts
directly with the palms, squeezing in time to the rhythm dictated by my
finger.

This time I added a second finger at the end, and sucked her entire
clitoris into my mouth when I knew she would take no more.  She exploded
with this, and her generally incoherent noises coalesced into
"fuuuccck... oh, FUUCK!!!" and then lapsed back into nonsense as she
bucked her hips again.

God, but I loved eating her out.

Perhaps more even than fucking her.  There was no way I could do that now,
of course. I'd been oozing pre-cum out of my cock since I'd thrown her on
the bed and licked my way up her thighs; if I went into her pussy right
now, in this state, I'd last all of two seconds, and she deserved a better
fuck than that.

She knew my weakness well, of course.  Diving on muff always did that to
me, and she slid down the sheets to take me in her mouth to relieve the
pressure.  A minute or so of delicious effort on her part had me gritting
my teeth for the strains and release of coming.

She didn't stop there, of course.  I can easily go three or even four
times a night, despite no longer being a teenager, and she nursed my cock
back up to full attention before mounting me and the somewhat-sated and
now alive and potent hardness she'd conjured.  She was close, again, and
her feral look, coupled with the business-wear-turned to sweat-coated-slut
look she was sporting made me bite my lip and thrust powerfully into her
as best I could with the lack of leverage being on the bottom gives you.
I slid my hands up her blouse and manipulated her nipples in time with our
fucking, and we came, for the first time that night, as one.

  *  *  *

Hours later, as I passed near sleep, the shower went off, and soon after
the clack of her heels on the tile penetrated my daze.  The smell of newly-
clean woman hit my senses as Miss Sinne leaned down and engaged me in an
impassioned liplock.

"What's the situation tomorrow night?" I asked.

"You come up with something.  I'll call you from work tomorrow and expect
a plan."

"What a shame LeeLee didn't show up tonight," I intoned, sleepily.

"Who knows-- it might have been even more fun if she had," she replied,
and trotted out the door.

I thought about that for a long time as I drifted off, and the next day's
scheme began to form...

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