index


Message-ID: <53775asstr$1146496202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;
  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;
  h=Message-ID:Received:Date:From:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Content-Transfer-Encoding;
  b=m3vBYgEauGAAwpqn3DxAWBZhbVTmJm+ZbY2hwJBw5xv5AhasYwWm8qjsbHiH25aONvg8LLB1S1qb2gIpmQbUjVIU6XiHdQWHXtTBLK6pcGluC5GeoZHlKFLlaO+4LJhu0XsYapHJGJZULq+97kbtFxh/FJYdFvHIQ9eQ2IZKMnQ=  ;
From: "H. Jekyll" <h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
Subject: {ASSM} "Walk"  by  deirdre  (MF, public)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
Lines: 206
Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 11:10:02 -0400
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

Walk 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Despite the danger of this being misinterpreted as a blatant try for
better reviews, I want to take this opportunity to point out that what
Celeste is doing is an unbelievable amount of work. I hope Celeste is
faster at reading, writing, assembling, storing, retrieving,
summarizing and posting her review collections than I would be. Anyone
who likes reading her reviews should be very grateful. I very much
appreciate them as well as Michael Suelmann's efforts and that of
others who have reposted my own stories (two were among the recent
"MNA" postings). And people who post and repost other stories here:
even if you don't like some of the stories and series, the writing and
posting of these stories is a labor of love and almost any story is
much better than a spam.

Last of all, what does "Basement found house key merge trip walk" mean?
Well, it is seven more stories that I have been working on since
September (1995), bringing my total to 142. Don't read the following
summaries if you can possibly prevent yourself:

Basement.......m: ff bd sm 
Found..........f: (hypnotism) (mf) (sm) 
House..........f: mm mff bd (sm) mc 
Key............m: mf (ff) (ds) 
Merge..........f: mf ff ds bd 
Trip...........m: mf (ff) 
Walk...........f: mf public

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre

Walk 
by deirdre, 10/12/95

"Well, their house looks dark." Not a brilliant comment from my
husband, but then it was late, and we *had* been partying.

"Well it's after two; I guess they aren't the partiers that we are." My
reply. We needed to return the Randolphs' cooler *and* their lawn
chairs. But there really wasn't any reason to worry about it yet.

We both got out of the car. It had been a *long* day, what with the
drive, and then the picnic and all. The whole street was dark except fo
the street lights. The day had been hot, but now the temperature was
just about perfect: it must have been about seventy five.

"You know, this is the most comfortable part of the day." Jack echoing
my thoughts. "We could walk around the block."

I considered: it *was* late and what we shoul do is go to bed. But I
could see what Jack meant: the weather was just crying for a walk. "Oh,
sure," I said. Jack and I really ought to walk more than we do.

Our street is very quiet: suburban with no through traffic at all. I
looked at the houses in the dark: each one had a look about it that you
didn't see either in the day or in the evening when the windows were
lit. Jack made a couple comments about th picnic, but I just walked
along, taking in the experience. Finally he stopped talking and just
walked too. It was very peaceful.

"It's so deserted," I finally ended up saying. It was definitely eerie.
"We could dance *naked in the streets* and nobody would notice."

"Now *that* would be something." Yes, Jack would have to make his
comment. We walked a bit further. I detected a little giggle from him
and inquired about his thoughts with a look. "Why don't you do it?" he
said in response.

"Do what?"

"Take your top off."

"Yeah, right!" Uh oh: now I got him started. Were did *this* idea come
from? Well, it came from *me*, but leave it to Jack to make something
out of it.

"No, really. No one's around: it's your chance!"

"My *chance*? Who says I *want* to do anything like that?"

"Well, you *said* you'd like to be wilder when it comes to sex."

I giggled. Now he's throwing my own words back in my face. "Well, I
meant, like..." I wasn't sure what I wanted to admit to.

"Like what?"

"Like , well, soaping each other up in the shower."

"You want to do it in the shower?!" He sounded genuinely surprised. I
felt embarrassed--and trapped: anything I said was going to draw his
attention like that.

"I was just making up an example."

"Well, how about dropping your inhibitions while we walk around the
block?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on, I *know* you can do it!"

"Not only will I not admit to *can*, I can't even say I *wish* to do
it." He wasn't letting go of this! Well, he could be as tenacious as he
pleased because we were coming back to the house.

"Not even a little bit?"

"Nope!" Was I lying? I guess I hadn't really given it any serious
thought, so I couldn't even say. Well, we were back at the house now.
"Honey!"

I don't know what made me say it. It's like I didn't know what I was
doing either, but I held back a step and got him to turn around.

My back was to the street and he'd turned around so his back was to our
front door. I'd reached under my tee-shirt and unhooked my bra and now
I pulled the tee shirt off.

"Mmmmm," I heard Jack say. I had the bra off and was standing there, my
back to the street, facing him. I still don't know how I did that: I
don't think I planned it--it just started happening.

Jack was closer. His hands were on my breasts then, moving in soft
circles. He made his "mm" sound again. Then his hands were on my
shoulders and he spun me around. In half a second, I found myself
facing the street, my back pressed against him. His hands had slipped
under my arms and were caressing the sides of my breasts.

I shouldn't be like this. I felt his hands go down to my cutoffs. He
unbuttoned them. And unzipped them. They slipped down my legs.

My underpants were being lowered. I felt his body sliding down: he was
going to get down and slide them all the way down by hand. I stood
there in shock: I'd started this and now look where it was going!
Actually, I *didn't know* where it was going.

He had them down around my ankles and there I was, facing the street. I
stepped out of the shorts and underpants. I felt him run his hands back
up my sides as he stood again and again I was leaning against him. Then
his hands were dancing over me, to my breasts, across my stomach, on
the side of my hips.

I couldn't be doing this: standing there long enough for him to bring
me off, for anyone to see. Again I guess I acted without thought. I was
immediately running around the house, toward the back.

He was back there with me in a flash. It was much darker and certainly
more private, and I no longer felt so scared. We faced each other now,
and he kissed me, his hands wandering up and down my back.

We kissed and kissed. I like kissing and I liked it: this was wild
enough for me. But then he was lowering himself, kissing me between my
breasts, and then down. He knelt in front of me, and did it. His hands
were on my rear, pulling me into him. I breathed harder and harder and
momentarily felt a little faint.

Oh, it was so good what he did to me--I don't know if I could go back
there with him again, but the memories of that night: the picnic, a few
beers, coming home together, the walk, being undressed on the front
sidewalk, what he did to me in the back. I don't think we can ever
recreate that.

And it was wild in bed that night: I certainly paid him back for the
ministrations I received.

We'd left unloading the car 'til morning and it was in the morning that
I ended up lugging the cooler back to Marge Randolph. "Interesting
things you were doing out front last night," she offered.

I was paralyzed for a second as her words fully sunk in, then I spoke
without thinking: "You *saw* us!"

"Oh, we both saw you. And it was most delicious feeling Jeff inside me
while you provided us with something stimulating to look at."


__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Tired of spam?  Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around 
http://mail.yahoo.com 

-- 
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}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+