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Abstract: A man and woman meet on a bus and proceed to while away a
lovely afternoon

     Sticky Afternoon, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright
(c) 1994.  All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation
that this authorship and permission note must remain attached.

     It was a sticky afternoon, and Karl was tired of waiting for the
bus, tired of looking for work, just plain tired.  He tapped his
fingers impatiently against his briefcase as he slouched against the
building in the July heat.  He grumbled to himself from time to time
about the short-sightedness of personnel managers who seemed to want
fresh young (read: cheap) applicants instead of someone who knew the
business and could be productive in only a few hours.

     The bus pulled up to the stop with a collection of squeaks and the
raw odor of exhaust.  Karl wrinkled his nose as he swung himself up the
metal steps, tossed a few coins in the box and plopped down in the
first available seat.  As he did so, his hip collided with a somewhat
attractive-looking matron who was sitting by the window.  Karl
apologized, and she accepted his apology with a brief but winning
smile.  That smile helped Karl overcome both his natural reticence and
the attitude he had been building, and they chatted as the bus rattled
and bumped its way out of the downtown traffic.

     Her name was Lara, and she lived in one of the older
neighborhoods, one that had been fashionable a decade ago.  She was
coming back from grocery shopping and had also been looking for work,
her husband having left for greener pastures "with a younger filly,"
she explained.  They turned out to have several things in common other
than their generation -- enjoying miniature golf, going to the theatre,
a love of Tony Bennett, and a hearty dislike for so-called "New Age"
music.  "It's just Muzak without the bad reputation," Lara declared.
Several times while they talked, the bus would hit another pothole or
swerve to avoid traffic, throwing them against each other.  Each time
Karl apologized, and each time Lara smiled and accepted the apology.

     They chatted on as the bus rolled onto the smoother streets
outside the business district, her hip comfortably against his where
she had left it from the last road bump.  As the bus drew near her
neighborhood, she invited Karl in for coffee "and maybe something to
eat -- you look famished!"  When he asked about the bus schedule in her
neighborhood, she explained that she had her own car and could give him
a ride home; it was just that she didn't like having to park in the
city.

     The bus pulled up to the stop, and Karl followed Lara out. Somehow
in the process he wound up carrying her grocery bags for her.  They
walked down the sidewalk until they came to a small Georgian house with
crape myrtle and wisteria scenting the air. "Nice landscaping," Karl
commented.  "It was one of the things that I did while we were married"
was her response.  She unlocked the door and they went inside.  Karl
stopped and closed his eyes to savor the cool air, such a contrast to
the heat outside.  He followed her into the kitchen and handed her
packages as she put them away efficiently, her cool hands occasionally
brushing against his.

     Lara invited him to look around the house while she fixed
something in the kitchen.  He wandered around the living room and
parlor as she puttered around.  The house had a slightly musty odor,
not unpleasant, and it reminded him vaguely of the way his
grandparents' house had smelled years ago.  While he was looking over
her bookshelves, Lara wandered into the parlor carrying a tray with a
couple of plates and glasses, which she put down efficiently on an end
table.  They were cucumber sandwiches, with a hint of dill in the cream
cheese, and very good.  He washed his down with a cold iced tea.

     Lara slipped out of her heels as they ate, and noted the way his
eyes dipped to her feet and back.  She got a warm feeling, one she
hadn't had in quite some time, and rubbed her feet together as they
talked about city life, taxes, and traffic.  She could tell he was
interested in her, but he seemed to keep holding himself back from
doing or saying anything.   Finally, she decided she was going to have
to make the first move.  She crossed her legs, swinging her right foot
near him on the sofa. "The only problem with doing so much walking,"
she said, changing the subject, "is that my feet do ache at the end of
the day." She waited to see what his response would be.

     Karl looked at her foot, and his eyes drew a line up her calf to
the point where her leg disappeared under her skirt.  He swallowed
another bite of his sandwich quickly, and reached out tentatively,
hoping this woman would not take offense.  He was pleased to see her
close her eyes and sigh when he took her foot in his hand and start
massaging it, rubbing deeply into the arch with his thumb.  After
several minutes he took both hands and drew her foot up on top of his
leg.  Lara leaned back a little to accommodate him, bringing her other
foot onto the sofa and lifting her leg the slightest bit.  A flush came
over Karl's face as he caught a glimpse of her upper thighs.  She was
wearing knee-highs, and while the foot in his hand was sheathed in
nylon the area beneath her skirt was bare skin.  He used his knuckles
on her sole, and separated each toe in turn as he rubbed her foot.  She
sighed again, and stretched her leg out so that her foot was
comfortably nestled in his lap.  Too comfortably, perhaps, as Karl felt
the stirrings of a desire he hadn't felt in some time.  He extended his
reach to rub her calf as well, reveling in the feel of her musculature
under his hands.

     Lara sipped her tea as she enjoyed the feel of Karl's hands on
her.  She wanted more, and hoped he would continue with her legs.  She
suppressed a moue of disappointment when he put her foot back on the
sofa, but it was only to take her other foot and begin the same
delightful massage.  She rubbed her free foot against the side of his
leg as he worked.  When he moved his attention to her calf, she rolled
her free foot in his lap, feeling her effect on him directly. "Lara,"
he said, and looked in her eyes.  "I know," she replied simply, and
opened her arms. Karl leaned toward her and she met him halfway, smooth
cotton shirt crushed against muslin blouse, skirt rucked up carelessly
past her knees.  Their lips met and clung, needily, greedily, for the
moment like two sixteen-year-olds.  Her hips pressed comfortably
against his, and after a bit, she began to stroke his back with her
fingers.

     Her nipples were on fire.  She was on fire.  She wanted to feel
him against her, around her, within her.  She moved against him, trying
to get nearer.  He reached down and rubbed her breast in a circular
motion through her clothes, but it wasn't enough. She pressed against
him gently, and as their lips parted she leaned back to start undoing
buttons, quickly but without haste. He smiled as he saw her freckled
chest appear, then her plain brassiere, her belly.  She sat up and
turned around to let Karl pull the blouse off and unhook her bra.  Karl
slid his hands around her chest and under the bra cups, fondling her
small globes, jiggling them in his hands, then letting her breasts
slither against his palms as he moved his hands away from her body
taking the bra with them.  Her nipples were crinkled in the cool air.
"You're beautiful," he said to her bare back.

     Lara turned back to face this stranger, now less stranger and more
something else, and found him removing his own shirt. She moved forward
and was suddenly pressed against him, her naked breasts hard against
the coarse hair of his chest. He rubbed against her, making low, choked
sounds deep in his throat.  The feel of his curly hairs against her
breasts was exciting, and she shivered as he kissed her bare shoulders.

     His head lowered and his mouth opened wide and then closed on her
right breast as if he were starving for it. He sucked, bit, licked, all
the while making low throaty sounds. Lara gasped, her fingers tangling
in his hair. She couldn't think. His mouth still clung to her breast
even as he lay back and pulled her down atop him. He hugged her tight
with one arm while the other palmed her ass through her skirt, his
palms running feverishly up and down her flesh, feeling the textures of
her. He tugged at her skirt and she lifted her hips to ease its
removal. That gone, she lay on top of him, feeling his maleness
pressing against her mound, separated by the thickness of his trousers
and the thin barrier of her panties.

     Karl suckled on one breast, then the other, learning the geography
of this strange wonderful new body with his fingers, stiffly aware of
the warmth of her mons lying on top of his crotch.  Surely, he thought,
there must be some more genteel, less clumsy way for two people to
remove the barriers between them.  She pulled at his shoulders and he
responded to the nonverbal cue, sitting up with a look of
disappointment as Lara pulled away from him.  She smiled, though, and
pointed at his trousers, especially the swollen crotch, then leaned
back to watch as it became obviously his turn to show off.

     Karl, mildly embarrassed at being caught with his interest
showing, focused on getting his pants off without incident and thus
missed the sight of Lara sliding her panties over the hump of her
buttocks and down her legs.  He looked surprised when he lifted his
head and saw her bare as Venus. Lara lay back in the sofa, a
mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She held her
left breast in one hand; the other hand covered her mound, her fingers
barely visible in the moist hair.  Karl leaned down to kiss her upper
legs, and Lara settled back against the sofa, spreading her knees and
delving both of her hands into the thick fur of her vulva. She watched
Karl's reactions, licking her lips unconsciously as he proved with his
body language that her age had nothing to do with her desirability.
Karl sat up and stared, openly panting now, as she slowly and carefully
slid a finger down to part her pubic hair. For a moment she held it
back, exposing the soft, sweet treasures inside. Then she dipped one
finger down to her entrance and slid back up to massage her clitoris.

     When Karl made no move, frozen with his mouth open like a deer
caught by headlights, Lara got up and leaned forward to press her naked
body against his and kiss him again.  He was finding it somewhat hard
to breathe, torn between wanting to touch her everywhere and wanting to
do something about his own excitement. He took her hands and pushed
them back down to the sofa by her hips.  He leaned forward and down,
breathing in her sweet fragrance.  He parted the thick mat of curled
hair with his fingers and touched the tip of his tongue to the area
just above her vagina.  Warm fleshy tongue met damp sweet flesh,
causing both lovers to shiver.  Softly, slowly, his tongue slid up
between her fleshy labes and outlined the tiny mound of her clitoris.
Around and around he circled, too much perhaps as she gasped and
moaned.  He drew back and delved lower, exploring the entrance and the
dipping his tongue into her interior, darting in and out with quick
motions, then sliding a finger in to join the lingual invasion.

     Lara gasped, her fingers tangled in his hair. She couldn't think.
She clutched her ass and pushed her hips upward against him, inviting
him further.  His fore and middle fingers touched her, probed, sank
deep.  She cried out, the muscles of her stomach clenching, convulsing
as she felt the intruders begin a fast, jerky rhythm. She wanted him
in. Her heart was pounding so hard she couldn't get her breath. Her
hands clutched his shoulders, her nails bit into his flesh.  He sent
his mouth back up to her clitoris.  This time he gently sucked the
little button, feeling her start to clench her muscles around his
fingers.  She moaned louder now and the movement of her hips becomes
more violent as she pushed against his mouth.  She began to call his
name, softly at first, then louder until it was almost a scream. He
stabbed his fingers into her as her entire body tensed, her face
flushed.  She dug her hands into the skin behind his ears and pressed
him firmly against her as she shook, then she released him and he
withdrew, resting his cheek against the inside of her thigh, marveling
at the passion buried in this woman.

     "Move." She could barely force the words from her dry throat.  "I
want you, not just your fingers."  She undulated her hips against him.
Karl moved slowly upward, meeting her lips with his as he rested his
turgid staff in the damp hollow between her legs.  He tweaked a nipple
gently as she wriggled beneath him, stroking his sac and shaft with a
cool hand, fingernails teasing his behind.  She moved against him,
lifting her legs and opening wide as she guided him inside.  He placed
his hands on either side of her and pressed steadily.  First the head
popped in, causing both of them to gasp and pause, then she urged him
on with her hands on his bottom as he sank deeper inside her until she
had him completely in.  Karl had to close his eyes from the sensation.
It was incredible. He moved back and then in, building a rhythm as Lara
took her hands away from his buttocks to play with his rudimentary
nipples.

     She pulled him down to her and they hugged and kissed as she
rocked her hips.  His tongue pressed between her lips and she squeezed
her vagina around him.  The motion of her hips around his shaft almost
sent him over the edge, and he said so just as he felt the explosion
forcing its way through him.  Karl shut his eyes and muttered something
incomprehensible as the long-forgotten feeling sent sparks throughout
his body.  Lara watched raptly as he swallowed once, twice, three times
echoing his thrusts as he helplessly poured his seed into her body. As
he slowed down, Lara felt herself coming again, this time in slow waves
that rolled over and around her.  They stayed locked together for a
while, his flesh hot against hers, just enjoying the feel of each other
in the afterglow.

***** {END} ***** Completed 1994-09-02, 2503 words

Copyright (c) 1994 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)

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