Message-ID: <45714asstr$1070619003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@shaw.ca> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Goldberry <Goldberry12spam@hotmail.spamcom> X-Original-Message-ID: <Xns9447E1116BA48nospamnospamhotmailc@24.69.255.211> Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT NNTP-posting-date: Thu, 04 Dec 2003 23:09:32 MST User-Agent: Xnews/5.04.25 X-Spam-Level: Level X-Spamscanner: mailbox5.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 0.3/5.0 2.60) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 94820 hB56FBas097649 mailbox5.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 05 Dec 2003 06:09:32 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} RP - Tom Bombadil - An Unintentional Voyeur [ flash ] Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 05:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/45714> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Vulpine Reposted with permission Goldberry Goldberry12spam@hotmail.spamcom (you can figure this out :) Emails to me or posts to ass.d will also be read by Tom. Enjoy! An Unintentional Voyeur [ flash ] by Tom Bombadil (c) 1997 Short Story # 14 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. ******************************************************************** "Right there, yes, oh God - yes!" That was followed by half-stifled moans and squeals as Janice listened in at the partly open door. Nothing could be seen, as the bedroom and hallway were almost completely black. Having lived in that house for twenty years, she didn't need sight to walk the long hall to her bedroom, so she left the lights off. Not wanting to wake her sister, she had been silent entering the house. Then she heard the groans. Her date was a bust. Their "Weekend in the Country" turned into him pounding on his P.C. all Friday evening and most of Saturday, with no break in sight for the next day. She left him to his work in that oversized lean-to he called a cabin and went home - one day early. Finding that her younger sister wasn't alone was a bit of a surprise. Mike, her sister's boyfriend, was supposed to be out of town for the weekend, visiting relatives. She guessed that he probably got just as bored as she had. With their parents gone as well, those two would have had the whole house to themselves. That must have been irresistible, she thought. A brief, laughing squeal made her jump. "Oh, that tickles! You're naughty! No! Don't you dare stop! Get that tongue of yours back to work!" Janice could almost feel what Mike was doing in there. Those soft sounds and slight wet noises fed her overactive imagination. She knew she should leave, should give them privacy for what they were doing, but couldn't tear herself away. When the moaning stopped, replaced by short, gasping breaths, she almost had a climax herself. An impish smile formed on her face as she pictured what her sister's expression would be in the morning, when she found out someone else had returned early. The thought was almost too much, almost making her laugh out loud. Janice had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her snickering. She decided to head for her room before someone turned on a light or came out for something and made an embarrassing discovery. Just as she was turning to leave, her mouth opened in shock and she did gasp out loud. Someone was laughing in her sister's bedroom. It was a feminine voice. It wasn't her sister. <Fin> -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+