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Subject: {ASSM} The intruder ... (M/F, consensual, masturbation)
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Date: Mon, 05 May 2008 09:10:02 -0400
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This is a work of fiction. It contains language of a sexual nature,
which may not be suitable for all audiences. If nudity and
descriptions
of sex offend you, please skip this article!

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Terry woke in the middle of the night, not quite sure what
had roused her. She half-opened her eyes, taking in the
room - it wasn't quite dark. Ah. That must've been it - she'd
left one of the lights on, and that must've subconsciously
bothered her. She was just about to let herself sink back
into sleep, when she heard the sound.

Softer than a whisper - just a slight susurration: was that
the sound clothing makes if someone moved just ONE muscle?
But she was in here alone, as had been happening way too
often recently - Joe was traveling again.

She was alone. All alone in the dark ... or _was_ she?

...

There it was again, just the faintest suggestion of a sound.

...

She squinched her eyes tighter shut. There was no way she was
going to look up from under the cocooning nest of sheet and duvet.
She didn't want to know - if it was a burglar, maybe he'd just steal
whatever he'd come for and leave. Oh, yeah, she held her breath -
after all, if whoever it was didn't turn on the lights, he may not
realise there _was_ someone in the apartment.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she realised that whoever it
was, was actually _in_ the room with her - that sound had come
from close by. Really close by. S***!! What next? Should she
jump out of bed and run and lock herself in the bathroom?

And then she _did_ yelp, as she felt the air on her face - someone
had just lifted the quilt away from her head! Her chest felt like
it would explode. She opened her mouth to scream - just as the
mouth swooped down and covered hers.

For a moment, she fought, panic-stricken, then, slowly, the tension
ebbed away as the invading tongue sought her own, teasing, sucking,
now pushing in, now easing back. Slowly, she began to respond,
eyes still closed, losing herself in the kiss.

And, oh, the hands ... they were moving, too. Gently, over her
shoulders, up her neck, cupping her face, stroking, stroking, ever
so softly as one hand moved up to tangle in her hair, briefly pulling
her head back to let the other play with the line of her jaw.

She felt the long, hard body ease on to the bed beside her, the
duvet pushed aside as the muscular legs wrapped around her
own. And the hand moved from her face, back to her shoulder,
pausing to play with the soft silky neckline of her nightie ... from
the neck, following the sweetheart neckline to the deep scoop
that clung to her cleavage. The fingers were gentle as they
followed the curve of her breast, cupping gently, the thumb now
stroking her nipple through the silk. Back and forth, back and
forth - the same rhythm that the lips were using on her lips.

Her nipples tightened under his touch, the one he was stroking
now thrusting eagerly against his thumb. His touch a little firmer
now, the hand was evoking sensations she'd not felt in a
while - her body was beginning to melt, a liquid heat building
low in her  body. When she moaned, his mouth moved, following
the path that hand had taken, down her shoulder, over her breast,
to the firm nipple now pushing eagerly through the fabric. As
she held her breath, he pulled the nipple into his mouth, silk and
all,
and began nibbling, sucking, driving her crazy.

Her hands moved from his shoulders to his head, tugging on
the tight curls they found, holding his head to her breast - almost
as if afraid he would stop. Far from stopping, he shifted position a
little so he could switch the attention of his lips to her other
breast,
gentling it, sucking, kissing. As he felt her body react to his
caresses, his hand snuck under the hem of her gown, up to the
breast not under his lips, and now her back arched, leaving him in
no doubt of her reaction as both nipples responded to the
attention they were getting.

Impatient now, Terry moved her hands back to his chest,
feeling the cotton shirt buttoned down his chest, eagerly flicking
the buttons undone as she worked her way down to the belt. A
hesitation, his head lifting off her body, his hands leaving her
breasts. What? Had she done something wrong? Oh ... he was
simply undoing his cuffs so she could ease his shirt off his
shoulders, and he'd undone the belt. She worked open the button
at the top of the pants, slid the zipper down ... but as she was
about to slide her hand into the opening there, she felt him lift
her slightly as he pulled the nightgown over her head in one
swift movement.

Her hand returned to his flat stomach, feeling the hairs
arrowing down from his navel ... her fingers followed the path
laid out by the hairs, down till they encountered the
elasticated band of his underwear, slid over, feeling the bulging
mass of flesh throbbing underneath the fabric.

His hand returned to her waist as his lips played with her nipple
again. And his hand slipped under the line of her panties,
his fingers seeking and finding their goal in the warmth between
her thighs. He stroked her with a firm hand, even as Terry played
with his penis through his briefs. His middle finger rubbed her
clitoris, making small circles, pressing firmly as she got
hotter and wetter with desire.

That finger stopped moving in circles, angling quickly downward,
feeling the moisture that was building there. And then the finger
pushed a little, pressed a little, and was in her vagina. And another
finger joined it, pushing in and out, building a happy pulse of
their own. She squirmed as his fingers moved faster, pushing
harder, harder, faster ... and then came back out and began
stroking her clitoris again.

She could have screamed in frustration as the orgasm she
had been building towards ebbed a little and the pressure eased
in her groin, only to start building again as those clever
fingers worked their magic on her clitoris - stroking, pushing,
pushing and stroking. And again the fingers were inside her,
pushing harder now, faster - his lips matching the strokes with
little tugs on her nipple.

His head lifted, he eased onto his back. Now his other
hand cradled her as he eased her halfway over his body,
his own arousal throbbing against her bottom through layers
of fabric still covering him. The other hand curled around
her again, finding her breast and tugging gently.

As the fingers at her crotch kept moving, Terry felt the
heat building, until she was burning up. Faster, faster, faster
the fingers moved, in and out, a soft sucking sound
telling her how wet she'd become, how her body welcomed
the touch of a man again. Her panties had disappeared,
she'd no idea when, her back was arching, her hips bucking
as his fingers pushed hard into her one more time, the palm
of that hand pressing down onto her clitoris helping push her,
moaning, over the edge into the first orgasm she'd had
all week ... "God, Joe, that feels sooooooooooo ..."

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           To be continued ...

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