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From: "Disco Volante" <devospudc@yahoo.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2005 13:54:14 PDT
Subject: {ASSM} Vital Signs (M/F, nc, nec?)
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Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2005 20:10:01 -0400
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Vital Signs


It all started when I found her floating face down in the Jacuzzi.
I didn't know her name, but I knew that she lived in my apartment
complex because I'd seen her before. It was very late, and I had
come out here seeking to escape my sleepless boredom with
some nut-numbingly cold pool water. Instead I found the lifeless
body of a woman in the churning hot tub.

She looked almost peaceful with her long blonde hair swirling
around her head as I stepped in and pulled her to the side. The
Jacuzzi's underwater light illuminated her from beneath,
silhouetting her bikini-clad body in an ethereal greenish glow. I
lifted her halfway out of the water and laid her head down gently
on the concrete. She was warm and limp and still. I quickly
examined her by the dim light of the fluorescent lamp that hung
on the side of the poolhouse. Her eyes were closed and there were
no marks on her body. It looked like she'd drowned, even though
her face was a picture of serene beauty. If I hadn't known
better, I would have thought she was asleep and dreaming of
fairies and unicorns. But dead people don't dream about anything,
so I guess my observation was pretty fucking pointless.

I began CPR clumsily, even though I had only seen it done on TV.
I knew that the idea was to force the water out of her lungs, so I
steadied myself and started pushing down on her chest just below
her breasts. I watched her face anxiously as I pushed, then let up.
Pushed, let up. Pushed. I glanced down, noticing that the left cup
of her skimpy yellow bikini was off to one side. I could see a
good length of tit as well as most of the brownish circle of her
nipple. Let up. Her tits were plump and full and I couldn't keep
myself from watching them slowly undulate as I pushed down on
her chest again. I performed many more mesmerizing pushes
before I realized that I didn't know what the hell I was doing.

I turned her over onto her chest so that her upper body was on
the deck and her legs were dangling onto the tub. I started
pushing on her back. Why wasn't this working? It looked so easy
on Baywatch. My position behind her caused my crotch to rub
against her upturned butt with every push. By the seventh push I
was hard as a rock. When I looked down to see my tent-pole
wedged into the crack of her cheeky ass, I felt a rush of heat
surge through my veins. This wasn't quite what I'd intended.

She still wasn't breathing. Maybe I was too late. I wondered what
had she been like, what her goals and dreams might have been.
Whatever they were, I somehow doubted that they had involved
what was happening now. I felt sorry for her, and my cock gave
a twitch of sympathy. I suddenly realized that I was horny for a
dead chick, and then I also realized that it didn't bother me very
much. With my head bowed in respect, I pulled my swim trunks
down and tugged off her bikini bottom. I knew that this would be
how I would've wanted to go out.with a bang. The water made
my descent into her clinging tightness smooth and easy. She felt
warm inside. Alive.

Her body was extremely relaxed. I loved how quiet and passive
she was; the way her ass bounced as I pushed against her. I was
really starting to get into it when she made a faint choking sound.
I froze, panicking. My first thought was how the fuck I would
explain this if she wasn't dead after all. Then I remembered about
the Heimlich maneuver, and I locked my hands together under
her tits and gave a mighty squeeze. Her body convulsed, doing
wonderful things around my penis while also expelling a large
volume of water from her mouth. She gave another heave,
coughing more chlorinated tub water out onto the concrete. I
kept squeezing and she kept heaving until she finally stopped
coughing and was sucking air in ragged gasps. I'd performed a
miracle.

I asked if she was OK. She nodded weakly. With a kiss on the back
of her neck, I put my hands around her waist and finished bringing
her back to life.


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