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Subject: {ASSM} "Saving Face" by Dryad
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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 ASSM? 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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Saving Face (MF, Cheat, Reluc, Oral)
"Shit!" he said as he hung up the phone.
"What is it honey?" She asked, figuring it was some sort of bad
news.
"I'm going to get written up. I told you I couldn't skip that
meeting."
"It was your son's teacher's conference. You agreed you should
be involved. And your boss said he'd catch you up." She still
didn't understand the problem.
"Yeah, well, some other guys skipped it too, so now, even though
I cleared it, they have to write me up to write them up...some
sort of bullshit." He shook his head. "fuck 'em."
She felt bad for her husband. After all, he did what he was
supposed to do. But then she got an idea. Her husband's boss
had the hots for her, always had. It was actually a joke in
their house, how he kept calling her cell phone, thinking it was
Robert's. And while she didn't know exactly what was said, she
knew they'd had locker-room type chats about her; with her
husband telling her his boss had said if she ever had an itch
Bobby couldn't scratch to give him a call.
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The next day, after the kids were at school, and her husband
safely at work, she called his boss.
"You haven't called my cell in a while...just wondering if you're
still alive and kickin" She cajoled.
"hey there, sexy lady! To what do I owe this surprise?"
She weighed her options, having thought about how to approach
him. She knew her husband's pride (pigheaded, foolish, but pride
nonetheless) would be absolutely mortified if she did this; not
to mention, joking was one thing, but Bob was a rather
conservative type of person. Then, add to that, she'd have no
idea what his boss would say. But, she always was rather
ballsy...so she went for broke.
"Dan, you know Bob would kill me for butting in like
this...but...why the hell do you have to write him up? He had
permission to miss it. You're causing crap over a parent-teacher
conference?"
"Aw, Becky...you know I gotta do it. Its nothing personal. He
knew he was supposed to be there. So he told me...its still in
his contract. Its really not a big deal."
She took a deep breath, "Is there anything I can do to change
your mind?" she emphasized anything, trying to get a rise out of
him.
"Wanna run that by me again, Beck?" He was fishing, she could
hear it in his voice.
"Dan, you know what I'm saying. Bob really can't get written up
anymore. Remember that client? Your boss had a cow over it. It
wasn't his fault, the client was an ass, but that's not how they
saw it."
"Well, I imagine the paperwork might get lost behind the file
cabinet...God knows I'm not exactly a neat freak." She could
hear the wheels turning even over the phone. "What kind of
motivation are you offering?" There. He asked.
Now how the hell was she going to answer? Its not like she'd
ever done something like this before.
"You okay over there, Beck? You're getting awfully quiet."
Well, shit, how long has it been since she'd had to seduce
someone, to weigh how far to go? High school?
"Dan, Did Bobby ever tell you that I don't have a gag reflex?"
well, okay, so she wasn't being blunt. But what if he was trying
to trick her? She started feeling foolish for even attempting
this, her heart was speeding like one of those Japanese trains,
and hell, her palms were sweaty. She knew that hadn't happened
since junior high. Then she heard a thump, like a head hitting a
desk and a soft moan.
"No, he didn't...is that what you're offering?" my God, his voice
was cracking.
"Sufficient?"
"When? How?" She smiled at his eagerness.
"Ummm, it would have to be when the kids are in school. Where
would you want to meet? It would have to be far enough away from
work..."
"How about that trail? Over near the quarry?" She nodded, having
been there before when she realized he couldn't see her.
"Perfect. When?"
"Nothing wrong with right now." She could hear the smile in his
voice, but knew it for what it was. He was afraid she'd back out
if she had too long to think about it. Well, he was right.
"Great...give me, oh, half an hour?"
"Fine, meet you there."
She hung up the phone, getting excited now that she knew he'd
accepted. She wiggled out of the simple housedress she was
wearing. Wanting to feel sexy, even if Dan never saw it, she
grabbed her favorite bra...one of those push up water bras that
Bob hated because he said it made her look like a slut. Slid on a
teal silk sweater that had a very low V-neck, definitely showing
off her umm "attributes". Of course, the color just made her
eyes look bluer, which all to the good. She thought about what
to wear for the lower half of her body. Hiking, (and kneeling)
she should wear jeans, but the flirty side of her really wanted a
skirt. The flirty side won, and she pulled out a printed skirt,
calf length actually, but nixed the panties. No panty lines here.
Instead of the high heels she would usually wear, she settled for
a sensible pair of shoes, since walking on the gravel path was
sure to cause her to break her nose in a fall. No perfume, can't
be too careful. She brushed her long brown hair out, enjoying
the sway of it against her back. She grabbed her keys and headed
out the door to drive across town.
Driving into the parking lot, she smiled as she saw him leaning
against the hood of his own car. He held his hand up to shade
his eyes, then smiled brightly (and why shouldn't he?) at the
sight of her car. She parked a bit away from him, got out, and
walked over to him. The appreciation she always saw when he
looked at her was there, along with a hunger he never let her
husband see.
"Wow, you don't go half measures do you?" he whistled at her.
"Never. If you're going to do something, do it right." She
smiled. They began to walk down the trail that led into the wood
along the quarry's edge. They followed the path to the ridge,
then left the path, following just below the ridgeline. As the
terrain got rougher, Dan reached back to lend Becky a hand. She
smiled softly at this unexpected gentlemanly act.
But they were now out of the way of prying eyes, and she knew
they should stop. Suddenly, she felt unsure what she should do
next. Dan stopped suddenly, and turned to her. He tilted her
face up to his and asked, "You're sure, right?" she smiled, then
nodded. His mouth smiled, as his lips came down over hers,
kissing her first tentatively, then, feeling her lean into him,
released the need he'd felt for her for years.
He kissed her voraciously, hungrily. She leaned into his tall
frame, enjoying his strong arms supporting her. His cock bloomed,
pressing hard against her waist, and she smiled into his kiss.
"I think someone is getting jealous." She grinned. "I'm getting
poked. Maybe he wants an introduction?"
He breathed unsteadily. She enjoyed the power she had over him,
as she kneeled in front of him. Becky pressed him back a tad,
letting him lean on the large granite boulder behind them.
Jerking on his belt, she loosened his pants. Before she could get
his pants down, his cock sprang up before her. As close as she
was, she could feel the heat radiating off it, watched it jerk,
looking blindly for attention. Her tongue flicked out at the
blind eye, licking the first drops of interest. A soft sigh
escaped Dan's lips.
Becky leaned in, inhaling the warm scent of aroused male, her
tongue swirling wetly against the flat of his head. Dan's hands
came down to stroke her hair. As he did so, she sighed, and took
the head into her mouth. She looked up at him, and let her mouth
slide slowly down his length, bouncing up slightly to spread the
moisture out. His hands moved over her face, on her neck and
shoulders and she closed her eyes. Her lips touched her fingers
where she held his base tightly.
But something didn't feel right. Oh, yes, he was quite
enthralled, but her own feeling was clinical. It was a cock.
Certainly a bit bigger than Bobby's. Redder. Hotter. It was
like watching someone else do this, like watching a porn movie.
He didn't seem to notice, as she plied her technique.
Her head bobbed up to the head again, sucking it strongly,
sucking the length back into her mouth, moving slowly. Her
fingers left his base, and cradled his balls, squeezing them
gently in her hand. Her tongue swirled against his underside,
making his cock jump in her mouth, and a moan
ensued from his rough breath.
Dan's hips began jerking against her face, and the fingers that
were caressing her face tightened. Becky opened her mouth a bit
wider, not wanting to scrape his cock with her teeth. Her lips
tightened though, and she continued to suck as Dan began fucking
her mouth in earnest. Her fingers squeezed his balls, urging
his cum into her mouth. His cock hammered at her, sliding down
her throat. His fingers tightened further, until she grew
concerned she might get bruises. She moved his hands to her
scalp, before tickling his balls with her fingernails.
Her mouth began to grow tired, and her jaw relaxed slightly,
allowing her teeth to graze him. As her teeth touched, she felt
rather than heard his deep groan of pleasure. Becky began to
suck harder, feeling his cock begin to twitch. She grasped his
base, holding his cock so only his head was in her mouth as she
began truly sucking. Dan's knees buckled and he fell back
against the rock as he yelled out and began pumping cum into her
waiting mouth. She swallowed quickly, not wanting to have a mess
anywhere. Rocking back on her heels, she looked up at him with a
smile.
"Wow. Bobby wasn't kidding when he said you knew how to suck a
cock. Damn. He's a lucky guy." He slid his cock back in his
briefs, and pulled up his pants. He leaned back against the
boulder and caught his breath. "This was a one shot deal, wasn't
it?" He looked Becky in the eye. She couldn't lie. She knew
after how strange it felt that that was exactly what it wouldbe.
"Yeah, it was. Hope that's not a problem." She sighed inwardly.
"It can't be. I mean, hell, if I really wanted it, I could tell
Bobby. But then, you'd tell my wife, and you'd hate me for
messing your life up like that and I'd never get another chance
anyway. So yeah, your secret's safe." Dan paused. "And thanks.
Really. Carol won't do that at all, so I can't tell you the last
time I had a blowjob, good or otherwise. But trust me, this was
good."
Becky got up, gave him a rather tight hug. "Thanks for
understanding, Dan."
He followed her down the path.
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Author's Note:
Okay, every once in a while, a story takes off and goes somewhere
I wasn't planning. I had everythign going just as I wanted,
until Becky started to take care of our good friend Dan. Than
I'll be damned, but it just wouldn't write the way I wanted. No
matter how I worded it, it sounded wrong. Oh. well, fine...so it
became a part of the story. Becky obviously is not my
character...blame my muse, since she was too stubborn to do what
I wanted her to do. Still, I think it is an interesting
direction.
-D
Copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Dryad/www
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