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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil - Evening Rendezvous  [M/F m/f]
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"Evening Rendezvous"  [M/F m/f]

by Tom Bombadil  (c) 1996


Disclaimer:  All the standard rules apply.  If you are offended by 
explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is illegal to 
possess such materials at your location, if you are under-age by law in 
your location, or if somebody else thinks you might have too much fun 
reading it, stop right now and remove this text from your computer.

This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions 
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of 
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or actions 
described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in my life, or 
known to me in the lives of any of my friends or relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to archive or share this story.

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Joanna heard a slight rustle in the bushes, the sudden noise sending 
small jolts of fear and excitement through her body.  After a few 
seconds, she realized it was probably just another small animal of some 
sort.  Waiting, alone in the dark, sharpened her senses and heightened 
her sensitivities.  Anticipation added more spice to the mix.

Sneaking out of the house had been easy, after she'd tricked her nosy 
little sister.  Mom and Dad had retired very early to their bedroom, 
claiming to be "tired after a long week's work".  "Hah!" were the 
thoughts of both her and her sister, as they grinned surreptitiously at 
one another.  Joanna said she'd be in the basement working out, as she 
did frequently, with the stereo turned up.  She knew Lizzie would take 
it as tacit permission to indulge in her passion - listening in on 
something private.  That would keep her involved until their parents 
were quite finished, probably sometime early in the morning.  Joanna 
knew about what her sister did, as inquisitiveness -- or her sister's 
outright nosiness, in Joanna's opinion -- ran in the family, but their 
parents didn't know about it (they would have stopped such an invasion 
of privacy immediately).  The two sisters, like many others, had enough 
blackmail stored up against each other that 'tattling' would have been a 
very dangerous thing to do.

Tension ran through her body again when she heard another small noise.  
That time she heard a low whistle, and relief flooded through her.

"Jojo?" whispered Timothy her boyfriend, as he walked carefully through 
the brush.  A sliver of a moon and a distant streetlight weren't nearly 
enough to properly illuminate the narrow path.

"Finally!  You're here!" she whispered back.  "What took you?"

"William.  What else."

"Gawd!  Sometimes I think kid brothers are as much of a pain as kid 
sisters."

"Yeah.  I had to convince my mother that having a fourteen year old 
tagging along with me to the movies was not a good thing, especially 
since I'd have to have him home by ten thirty.  How about Elizabeth?"

"Oh, she's indulging in one of her favourite pastimes.  That got her out 
of my hair for the night.  She'll never notice I'm not home."   Joanna 
moved closer to the dim shape standing in the middle of the hollow.  
"How are you feeling tonight?"

"Much better.  Especially now I'm with you again."  Timothy finally saw 
her slight form, white sweater shining faintly and black tights all but 
invisible in the glow of the distant light.  She seemed to drift towards 
him.  He found himself wrapping her up in his arms without even 
realizing he'd moved.  Even up close, her tanned skin blended in with 
the background shadows, and her brown eyes and dark brown hair looked 
black.  To him, the darkness didn't matter.  He could picture in his 
mind's eye the shape of her face, the texture of her skin, the ruby bow 
of her lips from when she'd first kissed him, and the sparkle in her eye 
when she'd finally succumbed to his charms and agreed to their first 
date.

"Miss me?"  Joanna moved into a hug, enjoying the feel of his muscular 
body.  She rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck as he 
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.  Even with his hands 
behind her back she realized he was holding something.

"Of course.  Two whole weeks without seeing you."  Keeping her in his 
arms, he stepped back slightly, striking a heroic posture.  "It's been a 
torture beyond normal human endurance.  Only the thought of you, alone, 
without me, forever grief-stricken, gave me the strength to survive.  I 
persevered through great trials and unimaginable pains and agonies just 
to be here with you this evening.  And I brought a gift for my lady."

"Dork."  He couldn't see her smile, but he could hear it in her voice.  
"Having the flu isn't the end of the world.  Still, you usually get it 
worse than most I suppose.  So what did you bring me?  Something 
awesomely romantic?  Like a diamond ring?  A string of pearls?  Some 
fantastically exotic perfume?"

"None of the above.  Just myself, and a single perfect rose."

She turned slightly at his urging and he brought his right hand into 
view.  There was indeed a rose in his hand, or at least the shape of 
one, appearing red-black against the shadows.  She took it from him, 
cooing with delight, savouring the faint perfume it still possessed.

"Thank you.  It's beautiful."  With only a slight urging from her other 
hand, he leaned over and kissed her for a few brief seconds.  They stood 
like that for a moment or two, both lost in the feel of each other's 
bodies.

"Shall we adjourn to the sitting room, Miss Jojo?"  The weakness in his 
knees betrayed the difficulties he'd had suffering through a normally 
mild illness.

"Why, certainly, sirrah.  I'd be delighted.  But where has my chaperon 
gone?  A fine lady such as myself should never be left alone with a man, 
especially a man with such, ah, indelicate intentions as yourself."

"Oh, Miss Jojo, you wound me deeply!  I am a gentleman of the finest 
breeding!  All of my intentions are perfectly honourable, and I intend 
to honour you with every one of them at the first opportunity."

"Very well then, I'll depend on your honour as a gentleman to keep me an 
innocent and delicate flower.  To the sitting room."  They moved across 
the small clearing to a large fallen log.  It was well-worn, a testimony 
to the innumerable backsides that had rested there.  One thick branch 
still protruded, the broken top looking eerie silhouetted against the 
purple-black sky.  Timothy straddled the log, feet spread wide, knees 
high, with his back braced against the branch.  Joanna sat sideways to 
him, perched on one hip, in between his knees, legs curled up beside 
her.  She rested her head on his chest and held him close.  His arms 
automatically encircled her waist.  The rose was left lying on the far 
end of the log.

"Mmmm.  You feel good tonight."  One hand caressed her shoulder while he 
nuzzled into her hair and enjoyed the fragrances contained within.  Her 
warmth felt good through his thin t-shirt.

"You too.  You sure don't feel like the half-dead, half-starved, 
tortured soul you were describing on the 'phone."  One of her hands was 
tracing along the muscles of his back and shoulders.

"Well, I might have exaggerated the teeniest bit.  Literary licence, and 
all that stuff."  He began teasing her hair with his finger.

"So you LIED to me.  That -- that's TERRIBLE!  Well!  I can only think 
of *one* thing you could do to make it up to me."

"I am yours to command, my lady.  What is your wish?  A despot 
overthrown?  A dragon slain?  Or would you rather a long and dangerous 
quest to a distant land?"

"Don't be silly.  I'm not gonna send you away now, not when I just got 
you back.  No, I think maybe a nice kiss would do just fine. Hmm?"

"Your wish is my command."  Timothy pulled Joanna a little closer and 
leaned over for their first real kiss in more than two weeks.  

********************************************************************

Daphne rolled onto her back, pulling her husband on top of her.  A high-
pitched whine of need escaped from her lips.  Mike, ever aware of his 
wife's feelings, positioned himself quickly then inserted himself slowly 
into her more-than-ready sheath.  In her opinion, the last hour of 
touching, teasing, caressing, tonguing and fingering had been slow, 
delicious torture, and it was "about damned time he got serious!"

Her soft whimpers and moans accompanied his slow passage deep inside, 
ending with a slight squeal when he bottomed out.  At first slowly and 
gently, then with increasing speed and force, he gave her what she 
wanted.  Muffled cries of "Oh!" and "God Yes!" from her were 
interspersed with sounds of delight from them both, his basso voice 
counterpointing her much higher soprano.

When she finally climaxed, she bit his shoulder to keep from crying out 
loud.  The added stimulation of her frantic grip and flying hips soon 
pulled him over the edge as well.  With a savage series of animalistic 
grunts, he forced himself as deep as possible for every ripple of 
pleasure, pulling back and pushing in after each one.

Finally he was spent.  They lay there for a while, one on top of the 
other, resting and recuperating.  Her aftershocks and twinges sent tiny 
jolts of pleasure up through his still-erect cock, and his occasional 
twitches brought out tiny gasps from her.  Both were too tired and too 
sensitive to resume right away, and would normally have spent a 
considerable length of time simply touching, fondling, and kissing 
before resuming their frenetic activities.  That day, though, was 
slightly different.

"I have to go, dear.  Back in a few minutes."

Both opted for a break, him for the obvious, and her for some cold 
drinks.  Normally, their aural voyeur would have heard this unusual 
change in their pattern and 'retired' out of sight to avoid discovery, 
but, again, that day was slightly different.  She wasn't home to notice.

While Daphne was on her way to the kitchen, she realized the bedrooms 
were both dark and the TV was off.  The only noise was from the stereo 
in the basement, but she knew Elizabeth didn't like being down there (no 
TV, no couch, and she hated exercise).  Since Elizabeth hadn't asked for 
permission to go out, Daphne decided to ask her elder daughter whether 
she knew where her younger daughter had gone.  The only problem was that 
Joanna had disappeared as well.  After checking the rest of the house 
just to be sure, she knew both had snuck off.  That did not sit well 
with Mom, and a short time later it did not sit well with Dad.

She handed him his drink and climbed back into bed before voicing her 
suspicions.

"Hon, did either of the girls ask you for permission to go out tonight?"

He glanced over at her with a puzzled expression on his face.  She 
wasn't looking at him, so he turned away.  "No, I don't think so.  Is 
there something I should know?"

"Yes.  They've both gone out.  Where, I don't know."

"Oh."  He lay there in silence for a while before speaking again.  "I 
guess that means we're off for the rest of the night."

She rolled over to stroke his chest and give him a light kiss on the 
lips.  "Postponed, dear.  Just postponed."

He gave out a long sigh, realizing that, at least for his wife, the mood 
was now lost.  As was their evening plans.  He suggested another of her 
favourites.  "Euchre, my dear?"

"I suppose.  Though I don't know how long we'll be playing.  Any guesses 
where they are?"  Both were getting up and getting dressed.

"Joanna's easy.  She's been grounded for a week now, and couldn't see 
Timothy the week before, so they've probably arranged some sort of 
rendezvous.  Elizabeth, I don't know.  I doubt Joanna would take her 
along if she were meeting her boyfriend."

"Maybe they made other plans?  Well, we'll see later."  Daphne giggled 
as an idea took shape.  "I know!  Skip the card game.  Let's leave the 
lights off and wait for them in the front room.  No TV, no stereo.  That 
way, we'll surprise them when they get home.  Okay?"

"Won't that get a bit tedious, just sitting there doing nothing?"

"Hon, unless you've changed a lot in the last few minutes, I'm sure you 
can think of something for us to do, on the couch, in the dark, alone, 
even *with* our clothes on."

"Since you put it that way, my dear, maybe, just maybe, you've got 
something there."

Leaving all the lights out, and leaving the stereo on in the basement, 
they 'retired' to the couch to relive some of the better moments from 
their early dates.

********************************************************************

Joanna moaned softly into Timothy's ear.  His lips were tracing paths of 
fire up and down her neck, but it was his hands that gave her the 
delights she felt.

The heat from his palm was a sharp contrast to the cool of the air on 
her exposed breasts.  Her sweater and bra pulled off, she was topless 
and exposed.  The white areas of untanned skin seemed to glow, even in 
the tiny bit of illumination that reached them.  She stroked his member 
slowly as he caressed her.

Neither said anything, as words were unnecessary for what they were 
doing.  Only faint murmurs and the sounds of heavy breathing were heard 
for a while.  Eventually Timothy started gasping, her practiced hand and 
fingers having their usual effect.  The tissues she'd thought to bring 
kept them both presentable.

When he recovered, he unsnapped her jeans and slid his hand inside.  He 
also had well-practiced digits, and she had taught him quite a few ways 
of satisfying her.  That day he teased a lot, moving his fingers slowly, 
keeping them away from the centre of her pleasure, making her moan with 
anticipation.  He left her on the edge until she was almost ready to 
bite him in frustration.  A gentle, soft, yet rapid circular motion in 
the correct spot brought on her gasps and a stiffening of her entire 
body.

They sat like that for a while, him gently caressing, her holding him 
tight, both occasionally kissing and rubbing against one another.  
Eventually the cold and the lateness of the hour intruded into their 
little world.

"I guess it's time to go," she said.

They kissed for a few minutes.

"I suppose," he said.  His fondling picked up in intensity, bringing 
with it a slight gasp from her.

"No, I really have to get back before I'm missed.  Next time?"

He allowed her to pull his hand out of her pants.  He rubbed his sticky 
fingers on her nipples.  The sudden chill made them contract into hard 
little knots of flesh.

"Oh, you're terrible!  That's cold!"  She pushed his hand away rather 
quickly.

"I'm sorry," he said with an unseen grin.  "Let me make it better."  He 
bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.  Her sudden intake 
of breath told him she was ready for more.

"No, Timothy.  We don't have time for this.  If I don't get home soon, 
someone will notice I'm gone.  Then I'll get lectured at and be grounded 
forever.  We'd never see each other again.  You wouldn't want that to 
happen, would you?"

"My Lady, that is a future to be avoided.  Here, let me help speed you 
on your way."

He tried to help her get back into her clothes.  That, of course, slowed 
down the process considerably, yet allowed him plenty of opportunity to 
touch and fondle her body.  For Joanna, each caress felt hot and 
sensual, adding to the fluttery feelings deep within her body.

Eventually they parted, him heading in one direction, her in another.  
The rose lay forgotten on the end of the log.

********************************************************************

Daphne was giggling, softly and quietly.  Her arms were wrapped around 
her husband's chest, and his were resting on her shoulders.  He was the 
one who heard the slight noise from the basement, something different 
from the radio that was still playing.

"Someone's home," he whispered.

They waited, hidden on the couch, until they saw their eldest daughter 
walking carefully and quietly towards her room.

"Joanna," called her mother in a low, almost sing-song voice.  "Come on 
over here."

Both parents heard the faint curse they weren't meant to hear.  Joanna 
knew she was in trouble by the way her mother spoke.  They knew she knew 
by that word she'd said and by the guilt-ridden way she walked into the 
room.

"Where have you been?" her mother asked.  Joanna sat in a chair and 
stayed quiet.

"With Timothy, no doubt," her father added, rather unnecessarily. 

"Yes" she finally admitted.  She knew she'd been caught.

"Do you have any idea where your sister is?"  Her mother's question 
brought her out of her fog of self-pity.

"You mean she's not home?"  Twinges of panic ran up and down Joanna's 
spine, finally settling deep in her chest.  She suddenly had some very 
anxious thoughts.

"No," her mother said.  "We thought she might have been with you, but 
obviously we were wrong."

"I think I'll save my lecture for a while," said her father.  "At least 
until your sister get's home.  That way I don't have to repeat myself.  
Again."

"Sounds good, hon.  We'll wait right here.  Joanna, you just sit there 
and think about what you've done, and about how worried and disappointed 
you've made us.  That should keep you occupied for a while."

Other thoughts were racing through her daughter's mind.

A short time later Elizabeth came through the front door.  She was very 
quiet and very secretive, making no noise whatsoever.  The lack of 
lights and sounds had lured her in.

An "Ahem" from her father, along with the sudden illumination from the 
lamp he turned on, shocked her.  Everyone saw the rose as she tried to 
hide it behind her back.


<Fin>
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