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From: Chris Auld <auldmantime@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} You’re looking good tonight <*> {Chris Auld} (MF cons)
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Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2005 03:10:05 -0400
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My first post.  Please forgive any mistakes - my heart is beating so hard I
can't think straight :-) :-)

   Chris

   -------------------------------- Start your day with Yahoo!  - make it
your home page 

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{ASS} You're looking good tonight <*> {Chris Auld} (MF cons)

So here I am at a party with my wife and another 20-30 couples at
your house. We have been there for a while and everybody is
enjoying the plentiful wine. You come over and talk to me about
the usual things - kids, the weather, how good I am looking
tonight. Whoa! Where did that come from? Our conversations in the
past had always been very 'correct'.  So I do the only
gentlemanly thing. I say "If I looked half as good as you, I'd be
fighting off admirers all night." Your blue eyes sparkled as you
say "Well who said you have to fight me off". And you turn and
walk away with your light summer cotton dress clinging to your
ample curves as your hips sway. As you thread your way across the
room, your long brown hair swishes from side to side just above
where the soft material of your dress emphasizes the cleft of
your sweet bottom.

Stunned, I stand there for a few minutes while the rushing in my
ears slows to a point that I can again hear what the people
around me are saying.  Half-heatedly joining in their
conversation, I begin to wonder if I had imagined it. This
doesn't happen to me every day. I am in my mid-50s and have been
married for 26 years. Gentle flirting I am used to, but this is
way more direct than I would ever have expected even though I
have been told (by my wife) that I am quite attractive to a lot
of women. Now you on the other hand are in your mid-40s and very
cute. Much shorter than me (I am 6' 2" and you are maybe 5' 3")
and very fluid in the way you walk and talk. You have a way of
looking directly and deeply into my eyes and it is quite
unnerving sometimes.

So I am pouring myself another glass of wine but the bottle is
almost completely empty, when I hear you say from behind me "Oh
dear. It looks like we need some more wine from the cellar. Will
you come and give me a hand?" Of course there was no way I can
refuse, is there?
We go down to the basement and you bend down to read the labels
on the wine bottles on the lowest rack. As you do so, your dress
falls away at the front and I can clearly see your smallish
breasts unconfined by a bra. What a beautiful sight. I guess I am
too engrossed in the view because you look up and catch me
looking. "Do you like what you see?" you say, standing up. I
can't tear my eyes away from your breasts. Your nipples are now
clearly visible through the cotton. "I think that is the most
beautiful sight I have seen in a very long time." I reply looking
into those sparkling blue eyes.  "Then you will really enjoy this
as well." you say, turning your back to me and bending over as if
to read the labels again. The cotton of your dress now falls
deeply between the cheeks of your bottom. There is no hint of a
panty line to be seen. 

Stunned, I drink in the beauty of your shapely hips as they sway
from side to side. Then, to my amazement, you back up into me and
start to grind your bottom into my now hugely erect cock that is
straining at my pants. Holding your hips in both hands, I thrust
back at you. I slide a hand down the back of one of your legs and
then back up again over your dress until I am cupping a soft
cheek through the cotton. Oh my god. What a feeling. Now I do the
same with my other hand but this time under your dress. With a
deep groan you spread your legs further apart. I raise your dress
over your hips exposing your soft bottom as my hands slip between
your thighs and my fingers slide into your slippery wetness. As
my fingers tease around your clit, my thumbs gently circle and
press your rosebud. Soon, with trembling hands I step back a
little and unfasten my pants letting them fall to my feet. My
boxers follow and my cock springs free fully erect with its thick
head glistening already with pre-cum. I press my cock along the
crease of your bottom and feel the softness of your cheeks. I
bend my knees and let my cock slide between your legs so it
glides along your sopping pussy lips. Now I feel one of your
hands strumming your clit and the other pushing my cock into your
waiting pussy. "Do it. Do it" you hiss and thrust yourself
backwards impaling my aching cock deep into your hot cunt. We
stay fully joined for what seems an eternity but is probably only
a few seconds. Then we fuck. And fuck. And fuck. You push
yourself back against me with your arched back emphasizing the
swell of your hips and the roundness of your wonderful ass. I
lean forward and palm your firm breasts under your dress as your
nipples dig into my palms. I thrust myself into you and then pull
out until only the tip of my cock is in you. And then thrust
again, pull out again, thrust again and again. My cock glistens
with your juices and your pussy lips alternately cling to my cock
as I pull out, and compress as I thrust in.

This is just raw fucking. No finesse, just two people fucking. No
thoughts about anything other than getting off. And of course we
do just that   we get off. You stop moving and shudder while
panting rapidly. I drive into you one more time and feel my balls
empty themselves as I throw my head back and spurt deep into your
pussy. We are slowly sliding against each other as we calm down
when, from behind us, we hear a voice say, "I only caught the
last minute or two. Next time, you should wait for me." I look
around to see my wife with one hand in her panties frigging
herself and the other hand cupping a generous breast. 

But that is an entirely different story.

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