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Subject: {ASSM} RP Tom Bombadil - Redeye
Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 22:10:04 -0400
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Enjoy!


Redeye

Short (very short) story #8
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 share or archive this story.

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A hand on my thigh woke me.  It was under my blanket, under my 
dress, and making its way up to my pantiless crotch.  I kept my 
eyes closed, and gave a slight smile.

We were on a redeye flight from L.A. to N.Y.C.  I had the window 
seat.  My husband had the aisle seat, right beside me.  He was 
obviously still feeling frisky.

His hand quickly reached its goal and began playing.  I 
was already moist from his previous exploits.  Then, for the 
first time in our year of marriage, his hand found *the spot*.  
I wanted to scream my pleasure, but couldn't!  I wanted to 
shout "Yes!  There!  Yes!"

My mouth, and my eyes, stayed tightly closed.  Only the 
faintest of whimpers escaped.  Within seconds, I was lost in 
the most powerful orgasm he'd ever been a part of.  It 
continued until he withdrew his hand.

Shaking and trembling in the aftermath, I opened my eyes.

My husband was just returning from the washroom.  His seat was 
empty.

<Fin>

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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