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Subject: {ASSM} (New)Reluctant Rescue (MF, reluc, anal)
Date: Sat,  4 Oct 2003 04:10:05 -0400
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Something a little different. Please let me know what you think!
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults.
If you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY
don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who
don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die.
You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in
my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try
to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters
here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental,
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little
imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site.
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information
intact, but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and
pissing me off.
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Reluctant Rescue (MF, reluc, anal)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net
(remove 'NONO' from the above address to contact me)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/
http://storiesonline.net/  (go to the Author's page under 'S')
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I first saw her in the checkout line at the supermarket in the strip
mall near my house.  Her features, beneath the baseball cap, were
pleasant to look at. The few lines on her face spoke of habitual
smiles, but it was her eyes that captured me. They too were surrounded
by smile lines, but when she wasn't talking to anyone, they held a
haunted, faraway look.

Everything she wore, the cap, the crisp white man cut shirt, the
skintight jeans, and even the pristine white canvas deck shoes,
carried some famous designer's tasteful logo. Her medium length brown
hair was caught neatly into a pony tail that was stylishly fed through
the hole in the back of the cap.

Everything about her screamed 'Money!', but that wasn't where my
interest lay.

As I followed her out of the store, her wide pelvis told me she had
given birth to more than one child, but her trim waist and flat
abdomen spoke of hours spent in the gym every week.

She dumped the groceries in the trunk of a late model Mercedes, but
instead of climbing in and driving away, she made her way to the
little sports bar three doors down from the supermarket.

The place was empty except for the bartender. She ordered a glass of
beer and took it to a table in the corner.  I nursed my own brew at
the bar as I watched her reflection in the mirror behind the rows of
liquor bottles.

When she got up, leaving a half-full glass of beer, I thought that was
the last I would see of her.  To my delight, she headed, instead, for
the long hallway that led to the restrooms.
I waited a couple of minutes, then headed down that hallway myself.
The little alcove on which the restroom doors opened was at right
angles to the access hall, so no one saw me when I slipped through the
wrong door.

This time of day, I didn't expect any other women to come into the
place, and very few men.

I held the door and let it close silently, then waited with my back to
the partition that separated the toilet area from the sinks.

As she came through the opening, I put one hand over her mouth, and
the other around her chest, gently grasping one of her full, soft
breasts.  Before she could move, I bent and kissed the graceful curve
of her neck, nibbling and sucking at the soft, fragrant skin.

This took her completely by surprise, and she moaned softly into my
hand.  I took the opportunity to slip my other hand through the
opening of her shirt, and into her bra, where I gently squeezed and
rolled her large, hardening nipple between my fingers, while warmly
cupping the fleshy mound.

Suddenly coming to her senses, she started to struggle.  I held her
firmly with my arms, taking care not to use enough hand pressure to
hurt her.

"Shhhh!" I whispered softly into her ear, "I'm here to save you, not
hurt you!"

She stopped.

Her hand reached up and pried mine from her mouth, not struggling,
just insistent.

With my only choices being to hurt her or let her have her way, I
removed my hand.

"Save me from what!" she whispered, too.

"From your dull, perfect life." I whispered back.

"My life is NOT dull!" I never realized a person could shout in a
whisper before.

"Isn't it?" I replied, "I see your eyes, even now. The hunger for
something more, some excitement to transport you beyond the kids'
lunches, supervising servants, and social clubs full of blue-haired
busybodies."

Her eyes grew large and she twisted to look at me. I let her, but kept
my grip on her nipple, continuing my manipulation. "How do you know so
much about me? Have you been stalking me?"

I shook my head and kissed her lips. Hers responded softly, as if
having a will of their own. I drew back and said, "Never saw you
before today. You captured me in the supermarket."

"Then how do you know so much about me?!" her pelvis, of its own
accord, was undulating against my thigh.

"I told you - your eyes." I smiled, I'm not what you'd call handsome,
but my looks apparently have a certain appeal to women. "Your face
smiles a lot, but your eyes look lost - and hungry. If the people who
care about you bothered to look, they'd see it too. Look!"

I gently turned her to face the bathroom mirror. She stared for a long
moment, her expression going from skepticism to awareness, to despair,
then, finally, defeated acceptance as she admitted to herself what she
had struggled so hard to ignore for years.

"Now, watch!"  I kept my right hand inside her bra, and slowly
unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it back on her shoulders.

With both hands I cupped her heavy, lace cocooned breasts, kneading
them gently and caressing her nipples with my palms. They grew into
hard little spears, and she shook her head in denial, but made no move
to stop me.

"You are a beautiful, sensual woman." I whispered, close enough that
my warm breath tickled the delicate shell of her ear. "Your mind
denies it, but your body calls your mind a liar."

Slipping one hand down her taut abdomen, I caressed the crease at the
top of her thigh, then pointed to the dark stain that was beginning to
show at the apex of the V. "Your body longs for the kind of caresses
I'm giving it."

To emphasize the point, I scratched my fingernail across the rough
denim fabric covering her clit. Her pelvis shot forward, to the
accompaniment of her involuntary gasp.

Her head flailed from side to side, her ponytail thrashing the side of
my face. "Nooo! I'm happily married! I have two wonderful children! I
have everything I've ever wanted! This isn't happening!"

"I'm not here to take those things away from you." I pressed the side
of my face against the velvety skin of hers. "If anything, I simply
want to fill in what's missing."

"You're not going to rape me?" she asked in a small voice.

"Not unless you want me to...!" I nipped her earlobe, drawing another
gasp.

"Oh god!" she moaned, "Why am I not scratching your eyes out!"

I ran my fingers between her thighs, which opened to give me better
access. "You tell me!"

Her breath was coming in quick, short, pants. "Damn! Do you know how
long it's been since anyone made me feel this way?"

"Two kids and a wedding ago?" I loosed the button on her jeans and
slid the zipper down. Her hands rested lightly on the backs of mine.

My right hand lost hers as it slipped inside the satin of her panties,
delving deeply between the sodden lips of her cleft. Her right hand
came up and wrapped softly around my neck.

"He used to be a wonderful, exciting lover, you know." Her eyes
pleaded for understanding.

"You wouldn't have married him, otherwise." I nibbled some more on her
neck, taking care not to leave marks.

"He's just so BUSY these days!" her frustration burst through "I do my
best to stay attractive to him! I try to seduce him! I try to 'spice
things up' for him! But he's always too tired.  He provides us with
everything we need or want, except himself!"

"I can't give him back to you," I rasped into the hollow of her neck
as I opened the clasp between her heaving breasts, "but I can give you
back some of the adventure, the excitement, and maybe that will be
enough..."

She didn't resist when I turned her to face me, bending my head to nip
at the soft curve of her left breast, just above the aureola.

Her fingers dug furrows in my hair as she clutched me to her bosom. I
opened my mouth and engulfed the long, hard nubbin of a well used
nipple. Her moans grew louder and I placed two fingers over her lips.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Are you all right in there,
ma'am?"

We looked at each other, both knowing that I was in her power. A
single word from her and I would be off to prison. I continued to suck
and nibble at the rubbery spike in my mouth.

"Y-yes." It came out almost as a whisper, so she repeated, "Yes! I'm
fine! I just bumped my shin!"

"You sure?!" that bartender deserved a big tip.

"Yes, I'm sure!" she replied, "Thank you for your concern, though!"

"You're welcome, ma'am!"

I slipped the jeans down her hips and helped her step out of them. I
handed her my clean handkerchief and pointed at her mouth.  As I
pulled her lace panties down and off, she stuffed the folded cloth
into her mouth, clamping it firmly between her teeth.

I stood, briefly, and turned her to, once again, face the mirror.
Urging her to bend over the counter, I whispered, "Watch that sexy
lady in the mirror, she's about to put on a show for you!"

Her turgid nipples brushed the countertop as I knelt once more behind
her.  Pushing her legs apart, I plunged my face into the swampy folds
of her fragrant pussy.

My tongue swept upward from her hooded clit to the cringing pink
rosebud of her anus, eliciting as shudder and a muffled sigh.  Her
legs spread more to give me greater access.

I licked and nibbled at the hood of her clit until the little button
popped free of its sheath. Sliding two fingers into the slick wetness
of her vagina, I continued mouthing the sensitive bud while searching
for the little rough patch that marked her g-spot.  When I found it,
she went rigid and shuddered through her first climax.

I manipulated her through three more increasingly violent orgasms
before leaving her clit to work on her sphincter. She gave a muffled
shriek as my tongue plunged into the tight crinkled depression, but
pushed back, her anus flowering open.  I licked around the sensitive
perimeter, then began pushing with the tip of my tongue.

The quivering muscle nibbled at my tongue, alternately opening to
allow it deeper, then closing to savor the sensation.  As she relaxed
and accepted the intimate invasion, moaning softly as I fucked her ass
with my tongue, caressing her clit and g-spot with my fingers.

She crashed through a flurry of orgasms, having more and more trouble
keeping them quiet.

Her face was a portrait in passion as I stood and opened the front of
my Dockers, releasing my rampant cock.  Her hard-nippled breasts
settled warmly into my palms as I bent over her white-shirted back and
began the long, exquisite slide into her slippery cavern.

When I bottomed out, she took the handkerchief from her mouth and
whispered hoarsely, "Your zipper!"

I stood momentarily and opened my belt and the button of my trousers,
letting them fall around my ankles.  My pole projected oscenely from
the slit in my blue boxers, coated almost to the base with her juices.

Taking hold of her nipples as I slipped back inside, I whispered,
"Watch yourself! Watch how utterly erotic you are as I fuck you!"

I tugged backward on her distended nipples, forcing her to plant my
root deeply within herself.  Her hands pushed against the mirror to
brace herself for my re-entry as I withdrew to the rim of my purple
glans.

Removing the handkerchief once more she pleaded, "Take me! Fuck me!
Ravish me! Use me like a whore!"

The handkerchief did little to muffle her shriek as I slammed full
length into her dripping tube, banging against the knob of her cervix.
 It took only five more such strokes to send her over the precipice,
but I did not relent.

My jackhammer strokes continued, sending her spiraling higher and
higher, driving her through climax after climax with no respite.

In the midst of one crashing orgasm, I withdrew completely, and
plunged into her spasming anus. She was so preoccupied that I was
buried to the hilt before she reacted, shrieking into the
handkerchief, eyes gone wide with fear and wonder as, unbelievably,
she soared once again into outer space.

Her ass was so hot, so eager, and so tight, that I could only hold out
for a few strokes before blasting my seed deep in her trembling colon.
 The heat and pulsations must have registered, because she lurched
backward, burying me as deeply as possible and screamed into the
handkerchief as I pumped load after load into her.

Finally, she collapsed onto the countertop, breathing heavily. As I
slowly withdrew my wilting member from her twitching anus, she gasped,
"No one's ever been there before! I had no idea!"

I washed myself in the sink as she regained her composure.  As I was
buckling my belt, she said, "How will I find you...?"

I smiled and pulled a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "From the
look on your face, you won't want to find me for a while!"

"But if I do?" she asked as she used a handful of paper towels to wash
herself.

"I think I just became a daytime regular at this bar." I replied.

"Don't you have to work?" she struggled to get her jeans back on over
her shoes.

"I do my work on a laptop." I smiled, "It can be done as easily from a
table in the corner here, as it can on my desk at home."

I started to leave the ladies room, but she grabbed my sleeve. "You
did save me, you know. I was seriously considering divorce, or
suicide.  I was at the stage of trying to decide which would be best
for the kids." She smiled wanly, "I think the need for that decision
has been pushed back a little."

I hugged her tenderly, "I'm glad!"

I shuffled up to the bar as I left the restroom and paid for my beer
and hers, wiping the shit-eating grin off the young bartender's face
with a twenty-dollar tip.  I had him draw me a fresh beer and sat at
the table in the corner.

When she came out of the restroom, she looked as fresh as when she
went in, but her walk was different - more relaxed, more sensual.  She
turned red when he told her I'd paid for her beer, the grin back on
his face.

She threw a twenty on the bar and said, "Thank you for your concern a
little while ago.  If I HAD been having trouble, it would have saved
my ass!"

She turned and gave me a wink as she said 'ass'.

"Anytime, ma'am!" the grin disappeared again, along with the twenty.

I watched her sway as she left, her eyes still faraway, but apparently
in a much happier place.

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