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From: bob johnson <laxca75@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} A Happy Landing (MF, cons, cheat)
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Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 01:10:04 -0400
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The following is a work of fiction.  It was inspired by a girl I saw at JFK
after arriving late one night, but even her description is fiction.



   All rights are reserved.



   This is my first attempt at erotic fiction.  Any constructive feedback
is welcome.



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   I work as an account representative for a small company that creates
custom web applications.  One of my biggest responsibilities is dealing
with clients who are irate after our developers miss a promised deadline.
We have one particular high-maintenance client who seems to have a
particularly difficult time dealing with late software.  Of course, this
client is mine, and I spend more time than I care flying out to Manhattan
to make peace and ensure that we don't lose the account.  Despite my
greatest efforts, I can never seem to convince our owner that we are
spending more time and money than we should to keep their business.



   In what is becoming an ever more common occurrence, I walked in to the
office one Tuesday morning only to be told I was to be on the next flight
to JFK to address issues with my favorite client on Wednesday.  I suppose
this isn't all bad, as New York is my favorite city, and I do get to wine
and dine their management at some of the finer restaurants in New York. 
The flight from Los Angeles to New York, however, does take its toll on
one's self.  And then there is that small issue of being apart from my
wife.



   Andrea and I met during an "optional" mandatory pep rally while we were
both seniors in high school.  There are certain people you just click with
right away, and she was one of those people.  From basically that moment on
we were inseparable, even making sure we went to the same college together.
Shortly after graduation we wed in a nice little ceremony on a cliff
overlooking the Pacific.  It was a fairytale relationship, until we started
careers.



   Andrea became a paralegal for a local law firm.  She was as dedicated to
her career as she was with anything else she ever took on in life. 
Unfortunately for us, this meant sporadic time together at best between her
long hours and my travel schedule.  We do still love each other deeply, but
there are long periods of time when it seems we are merely living in the
same space together.



   In any event I wasn't able to sit and lament my lot in life, as I had
just enough time to run home, grab a full suitcase for the trip, and head
to the airport.  A quick call to Andrea and I was in the air, off for
another 2 days away from home and my normal life.



   The flight was uneventful, which is pretty much the way you want any
flight to be.  We touched down at JFK just after 9PM local time.  Doing the
quick math, I figured I would be able to get to Midtown Manhattan, grab
some food, and crawl in to bed by 11PM.  Since my first meeting wasn't
until 1PM the next day, I figured this would be just fine.  I thought I
might even be able find time to have a mysterious "movie" charge show up on
my hotel bill.



   I went down to the ground transportation area in the terminal, called
for a shuttle, and collapsed in one of the chairs to wait.  It was while I
was waiting that I saw her.



   Standing over by the kiosk used to call for a ride was easily one of the
more attractive girls I had seen in my entire life.  She appeared to be
Asian, but she didn't seem to be full-blooded.  She was 5'4" (5'5" at best)
with brown hair that had blonde highlights running through it.  She had on
an outfit that was clearly put on for comfort during the flight than as a
fashion statement, yet even a burlap bag would have struggled to hide her
amazing figure.  Her top was a simple logo-ed t-shirt made of thin cotton.
The fabric was nearly see-through, and revealed the silhouette of a white
lace bra that cupped her moderately sized breasts perfectly.  The baby-blue
velour track pants she had on formed around her nicely shaped ass.  Her
flip-flops revealed incredibly cute little feet with a ring on her right
big toe.  The spell her beauty cast on me was only broken by her sitting
down next to me.



   Her sitting down next to me was a mixed blessing.  Granted, I was now
closer to this amazing creature, but it made it a little harder to
appreciate her figure without her noticing.  After what seemed like an
eternity, I no longer resist saying something to her.



   "Boy, you know how to travel comfortably," I joked, rather poorly I
might add.  I have this smart-ass mouth that I often have trouble
controlling, and this was clearly one of those cases.  Or so I thought,
until she laughed.



   "Yeah, airplanes are uncomfortable enough as they are," she replied.  "I
can't imagine having to wear a shirt and tie while having to fly," she
said, gesturing towards my suit.



   "It's not fun, that's for sure.  Unfortunately, I didn't find out I was
going to be making this trip until this morning, and I didn't have time to
change out of my work outfit."



   We went on to make small talk for a couple of minutes while waiting for
our shuttle.  I learned her name was Julie and that she had just gotten
home from a trip to visit family in Seattle.  Once the shuttle arrived, I
carried her carry-on bag out to the van, trying to prove that chivalry
isn't dead yet.  We sat next to one another on the van, enjoying each
other's company on the ride to Midtown.



   "Man, I'm famished", I announced to nobody in particular during a lull
in conversation.



   "There's something about a long flight that takes it out of you, isn't
there?" she asked as a response.



   "No doubt.  Must be that great food they serve you on the plane.  And
I'm using that word `food' loosely." For whatever reason, she continued to
find my bad humor funny.  "If you're interested, there's a great Irish pub
across the street from my hotel.  We could grab a bite to eat."



   "What will your wife think?" she asked, pointing at my left hand.



   "We're quite comfortable in our relationship," I informed her.  This is
true; we've never been the type that gets jealous of one another.  "She
wouldn't mind in the least."



   "If you say so..." she chided.  "Can I drop my stuff off in your room to
make life easier?" Of course this wasn't a problem, and we had our plans
set for our dinner date.



   We got to my hotel a couple minutes later, I checked in, and we took the
elevator up to the room.  The room was a simple suite, with a sleeper sofa
and TV in one area, and the bed in the other.  I told Julie to make herself
comfortable while I went to the bathroom to change out of my work clothes.



   When I went in to the bathroom it finally hit me what was going on.  In
my hotel room was a gorgeous woman who was about to go get dinner and
drinks with me.  As most guys often do, I realized how intimidated and
uncomfortable a beautiful woman made me.  After looking in the mirror and
taking a couple of deep breaths, I had finally worked up the courage to go
back out into the suite.



   When I walked out of the bathroom I found Julie curled up in the corner
on the couch.  She had found some poker tournament on television.



   "I don't know what it is, but I just get the biggest charge out of
watching this," she said, as if she was defending her actions.  "I know
it's rather geeky, but it's just cool on some level."



   "I agree," I responded, surprised to find out that she also enjoyed
watching poker.  "After watching long enough, I finally decided to start
playing.  Not for their stakes, obviously, but I have a good time."



   "I could never do that.  I would be afraid of being too intimidated."



   "You get over that pretty quickly.  Maybe we could take a trip down to
Atlantic City and I could show you the ropes," I dreamed out loud.



   "That would be fun!" I silently wished it was possible.



   I smiled in response, and walked over to open the door.  "Ready to go?"



   "Sure thing," she said, walking out as I held open the door.  This gave
me another chance to take in her figure, as she walked towards me, and then
past me out the door.  I decided at that point there were few things I
wouldn't do to get just one glimpse of her glorious globes that her thin
t-shirt showed off.  As she led the way to the elevator I stayed two steps
behind her, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't notice how much time I spent
staring at her great tail.



   Our time in the restaurant gave me more time to get to know Julie.  I
found out she was half Caucasian, half Japanese, born of parents that were
both Seattle natives.  The genetic combination blessed her with fair skin
and deep brown eyes that were slightly rounded.  She told me she was 22,
had moved to New York to attend college, and was now trying to forge ahead
with life after earning a degree.  The more we talked, the more I was
impressed by her intelligence and maturity.  Not only was Julie a stunner,
she had had a great head on her shoulders.



   After a few drinks and enjoying some great Irish pub food, it dawned on
me that our time had to come to an end at some point.  As much as I would
have preferred to stay in this pub with Julie all night long, I knew it
couldn't last forever.



   "I suppose I should catch a cab and head home," she said after a
prolonged silence seemed to announce the inevitable.  After I paid our tab,
we walked back up to the hotel.  I again let her lead the way so I could
enjoy staring at her ass for one last time.



   Upon reaching the room, we discovered the television was still on. 
There must have been some sort of a marathon of poker coverage, since they
were still broadcasting the tournament and were now covering the final
table.



   "Believe it or not, I haven't seen this episode," Julie said upon seeing
the TV still being on.  "You mind if I hang out to watch the last little
bit?"



   How in the world could I refuse such a request?  I paused for just a
second so as not to seem overanxious, and then tried my very best to calmly
say, "Sure.  That sounds fine." She smiled a "thank you", and settled in to
her spot back on the corner of the couch.  I sat down on the other side of
the couch, propped my feet up on the coffee table that was in front of us
and made myself comfortable.



   During the show, Julie started asking me questions about poker, and why
players would act in certain ways.  Granted, I am no expert whatsoever, but
I was happy to share what I knew.  While we were doing our best to analyze
what was happening on the television, Julie had moved towards the middle of
the couch.  Then, during a pause in our conversations, Julie stretched her
arms upward, and then collapsed in to my shoulder.



   I sat there stunned for what seemed like an eternity.  I felt as unsure
of myself as a junior high boy having his first close encounter with the
opposite sex.  This little angel was now snuggling in to me, and I had no
idea what to do.  After a few moments, Julie shook her head to nestle a
little deeper in to my shoulder and let out a soft sigh of contentment.  I
took this as a good sign, and slipped my arm out from next to her and over
her shoulders.



   I'm sure she could hear my heart pounding away in reaction to my
excitement.  My greater, concern, though was the stirring in my nether
region.  I had on a very comfortable pair of cargo shorts that would tent
at any signs of an erection.  Despite my best efforts, a penis has a mind
of its own, and mine was determined to make its thoughts known.  If she
noticed my swelling, she didn't react to it.



   Mindlessly I started to caress the side of her body at about bra level
with the hand I had draped over her.  I didn't quite realize what I was
doing until she again sighed and nestled her head even further in to my
shoulder.  Afraid to do anything to shatter the mood, I remained silent.  I
pretended to be engrossed in the television, while my mind spun wildly
trying to think of a way to stay in this moment for eternity.



   Everything stopped short when she suddenly sat up with not even a word.
I was convinced that I was busted, had gone too far, and I started to think
of some way to get out of this current situation.  To my relief and
surprise, Julie asked, "You don't mind if I make myself comfortable, do
you?" Before I could answer, she undid the latch on her bra, slipped the
straps over her shoulders, and effortlessly produced a white lace bra from
inside her shirt.



   Ever since I was a kid and discovered what a girl was, bras and breasts
had always amazed me.  Even to this day, seeing an attractive woman's bra
is as thrilling of a moment as it was years ago.  And the pinnacle of all
bra moments is when a woman flips it off and pulls it out of her shirt.  A
woman doing that particular maneuver announces to the world that the only
thing between you and her breasts is the fabric of her shirt.  And in
Julie's case, that fabric was very thin cotton that hugged her globes
perfectly.  To add to the vision was her erect nipples that seemed to be
trying to bore a hole out of her shirt, demanding attention.



   My trance was broken by Julie calling my name.  She laughed at me after
I came to.  "You know, it's just a bra", she informed me, waving it in
front of me.



   "And while that may be true, there's still something magical about it to
a guy.  It gets to hold what every straight man wants to touch.  And then
there's that whole thing about getting the strap undone," I joked.  After
doting on her bra for another minute, she took her spot in my shoulder
again.



   Here I was, sitting in a hotel room in New York City with a gorgeous
girl leaning in to me.  I'm enough of a realist to understand that not
every girl in the world wants me.  But it would be hard to argue in this
case that this girl didn't want me.  But what was I going to do about it? I
had never cheated on my wife before.  Sure, I check out other girls, and
spend my fair share of time enjoying porn, but this is a line I never
thought I'd consider crossing.  This was the point of no return; if I was
going to do this, now was the time, and there would be no putting the genie
back in the bottle.



   Depending on your point of view, the right or wrong head took over my
thought processes at this point.  I again put my arm around her, rubbing my
fingers just below where her bra used to be.  If anything was going to
happen, this was going to be the time.  I slowly started moving my
massaging closer and closer to her left breast.  As I got closer I paced
myself even more, as if she wouldn't notice what I was up to.  Finally, my
fingers reached the outside of her breast.  When I reached her tit, Julie
let a small moan escape, encouraging me to continue.  I took the cue, and
reached my hand around to the front of her tit, cupping and massaging it in
my hand.



   Julie burrowed her head further in to my shoulder, and breathed a little
deeper.  Seeing the growing tent in my shorts, she reached down to give me
a little relief.  My dick, already rock hard because of the excitement, got
even harder under her touch.  She stroked through my shorts as I continued
to massage her left tit.  Julie looked up at me and smiled, causing my dick
to nearly explode with the thought of what was about to happen.



   I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the mouth, a gesture which was
hungrily returned.  When our tongues touched it was absolutely electric. 
As we continued to make out like teenagers, I reached across my body with
my other hand for easier access to her shirt.  I slipped my hand just under
the bottom of her shirt, and slowly began to work up her stomach towards my
goal.  She kissed me with more desire as my hand reached the bottom the
curve of her breasts.  I slid my hand the rest of the way up, grasping her
left tit.



   After making out for a short while longer, Julie stood up in front of
me. She shot me an evil grin, and slowly started lifting her shirt.  As she
was lifting it, she revealed a perfectly flat stomach and a small belly
button ring.  As her shirt continued the trip up her body, she
tantalizingly stopped at the bottom curve of her chest.  She continued her
little strip-tease by shooting me another smile and turning around,
wiggling her little ass at me.  She pulled her shirt the rest of the way
off, and started to sway a little with her arms up, showing off the outside
curves of her breasts.



   When she finally turned around, she had grabbed her breasts to hide them
from view.  She gave me a look as if to ask what I wanted next.  She
massaged herself for a few seconds, and then pulled her hands away.  When
she did, she revealed one of the greatest sets of tits I had seen, either
in real life or in cyberspace.  They were the size of grapefruits, pert,
and standing out as proud as could be.  Her areolas were a dark pink, with
nipples that pointed straight at me, demanding attention.



   Before I had a chance to act on the wishes of her nipples, she dropped
to her knees and tugged at my shorts.  Considering there was no way I could
resist such an offer, I lifted up my hips to assist her in pulling them
off. She pulled down both my shorts and underwear in one swift move.  She
took hold of my 8", causing a drop of pre-cum to form on my already slick
tip.  After one more stroke for good measure, she brought her head down to
my cock and took just the head in to her mouth.  She sucked in slightly,
and ran her tongue around, diligently cleaning the pre-cum off the top of
my dick.  I thought for sure I was going to cum right there.



   She released my manhood from her mouth and was greeted by yet another
drop of pre-cum.  She immediately licked it off, and proceeded to slowly
kiss down the rest of my length.  When she had worked her way back up, she
took me back in her mouth.  Once she had all she could handle, she sucked
in and ran her tongue on the underside of my shaft.  She moved up and down,
allowing me to fuck her mouth.  When she had me lubed up enough, she used
her hand to address the bottom part of my dick that she couldn't quite take
in to her mouth.  With her other hand, she started to massage my balls.  I
leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensations.



   She stopped momentarily to get some air.  I sat up, and kissed her full
on the mouth while she continued to attend to my needs, stroking my member
with one hand, and rubbing my balls with the other.  I massaged her breasts
while we were in the midst of our passionate kiss, wondering how I was
going to hang on for much longer.  My silent question was answered, as she
pushed me back, and returned to her work on my dick.



   I knew I didn't have much stamina left, and Julie didn't give me a
fighting chance.  She put her mouth just on the top of my dick, running her
tongue around the head, and stroking away with her hand.  I could not hang
on any longer, and I felt that familiar, welcome sensation in my balls as
my impending orgasm built pressure.  The release was unbelievable, as I
shot wad after wad of cum in to the back of her throat.  She swallowed ever
drop down, sucking and squeezing all the while so as not to miss any.  Once
she was convinced that I was completely empty, she leaned back on her
ankles, licked her lips, and grinned like a cat that got the mouse.



   I leaned down, gave her a silent thank-you-kiss.  Wanting to return the
favor, I prompted her to stand up.  I stood up, picked her up, and carried
her over to the bed.  Gently placing her on the bed, I straddled her and
kissed her gently on the neck.



   Slowly, I worked my way down her body, exploring every crevice with my
tongue and lips.  When I reached her bosom, I worked slowly and
deliberately on pleasuring her left breast first.  I kissed slowly around
her areola, flicking the nipple with my tongue, and massaging her right
breast with my hand so it wouldn't feel left out.  I took her nipple
between my lips and suck on it until it was harder than I ever thought
possible.  When I was convinced that her left breast was completely
satisfied, I turned my attention to her right breast, repeating my process,
as she moaned her approval.



   I continued my journey to my goal, licking and kissing her stomach and
belly button.  I would have given anything for a bottle of chocolate sauce
at that point, but her skin was just as sweet plain.



   I reached the waistline of her sweats, and kissed across her stomach
just above the cloth hiding her final treasures.  Julie reached down, and
pushed my head down towards her pleasure box, unable to take any more
teasing.  More than happy to oblige, I undid the tie and pulled down on her
pants.  She raised her hips to allow me to pull down both her panties and
sweats in one movement.



   Revealed to me was a perfectly sheen pussy, save for a small strip of
pubic hair.  Her scent caused my dick to salute her glorious form.  I
leaned down for a closer inspection.  I kissed the inside of each of her
thighs, continuing to tease her, pretending to ignore the one part of her
body she wanted me to attend to.  She grabbed me by the hair, and
practically shoved my face into the space between her thighs.  Still not
quite ready to give in, I resisted for another few moments by putting my
hand on her pussy, slowly rubbing it.



   My attention caused her to moan, and lift up to rub herself against my
hand.  I lowered my hand so my middle finger was on her clit.  I ran it
side to side, causing her even more pleasure.  I continued lowering my
finger, resting it just between her pussy lips.  Deciding I had teased her
enough, I kissed her love button just above my finger, much to her delight.



   I teased her clit with my tongue, causing it to harden and poke out from
under its hood.  I continued to wiggle my finger, slowing working it into
her folds.  I began sucking on her clit, which caused her to pull my head
down even harder on her.  I began to fuck her with my finger, and worked in
a second.  After a short while, Julie began to moan louder, verging on a
scream.  She shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, and her pussy clenched down
hard on my fingers, making it nearly impossible to continue my exploration.
I continued sucking on her, prolonging her pleasure, until she could no
longer take it, and let out a scream of ultimate erotica.



   My dick then took over, deciding that it needed to be inside Julie.  I
crawled up her body, kissing her gently on the lips, as my head rested on
her essence.  She reached down and guided my cock in to her welcoming twat.
I slowly pushed my member the rest of the way into her, enjoying her
warmness.  She was soaking wet after having just orgasmed, which aided my
entire length entering her.



   I began working in and out as she reached her feet around to my ass,
holding me in place against her.  After a very short period, her breathing
began to get more labored, and she started to dig her nails in to my back
in wonton desire.  I picked up the pace, causing her to moan in another
orgasm.  Her pussy clamped down on my dick, forcing me to think about
anything but what was going on to avoid shooting my load right then.



   When her spasms subsided, I tucked my knees under her, leaning back on
my ankles, and lifting her legs up to my shoulders.  I was treated with one
of the greatest visions ever.  I drank in the view of her cute face, rapt
with pleasure, her gorgeous tits, bouncing with every thrust, and my dick
sliding in and out of her.  With her feet on either side of my face, I
turned to each side to suck gently on her toes.  She played with her tits
for a while to enhance her pleasure, and then reached down to work her clit
while I to impale her.  She worked up to another orgasm, and I had a
front-row seat for watching her entire body shiver in delight.



   After she returned to the planet, I rolled her over on top of me.  She
leaned down and rested her head against my chest for a few moments to
recover.  Once she was ready, she slowly but deliberately started
pleasuring herself on my length.  She kissed my neck gently, and then my
lips, rubbing her tits against my chest as she worked.  I hungrily returned
the kiss, knowing I wouldn't be able to hang on much longer.



   As if on cue, she began to moan into my mouth, shaking as her last
orgasm took over her body.  Her pussy practically sucked my dick in,
begging me to fill her with my seed.  I could no longer hold back, and I
shot the contents of my balls deep into her in one of the greatest climaxes
I could ever remember.  I shuddered uncontrollably, as I continued to
release my load deep in her pussy.



   We both stopped to catch our breath as we settled down from orgasmic
bliss.  Julie kissed me one more time, and again rested her head on my
chest.  As her breathing became more regular, I realized she given in to
her exhaustion, falling asleep with me still inside her.  I closed my eyes,
and quickly fell into a deep sleep.



   --



   When I awoke, I was greeted by the sun through the window, but no Julie.
She was nowhere to be seen.  After I accepted the fact that she had left, I
began the rest of my day.  How I accomplished anything during my meetings
is beyond me, as I could not shake the memories of the night before from my
mind.  I again saved the day, and our finicky client was once again
believed we were the greatest company to contract web design to.



   As for Julie, she became a memory, albeit a very happy one.  Looking
back on my experience, I suppose that's the perfect place for her in my
life.  Nary a day goes by when I don't stop to smile at her vision, causing
my dick to twitch every time.



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