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From: Stingray <oldbeachboy@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Teaser
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Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2011 21:10:02 -0500
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TEASER

I've always been a tease. End of Story. Well, there is a little bit more.
I'd gotten out of college a few months ago and didn't have any job prospects
lined up. Spending my days glued to the computer sending out resume after
resume was really getting old; maybe Theater Arts wasn't such a good major
after all. Might as well take a break and go to the pool maybe that will
energize me, I thought. I slipped on a little, and I do mean little, yellow
swimsuit and headed downstairs.

Noticing our handyman, Brian, and his assistant Neil, working on the lights,
I picked a deck chair that was close, but not too close. Spreading my towel,
I relaxed and started slathering on the Coppertone. Maybe I was rubbing it
in a little too suggestively, but I noticed both of them looking my way.
Smiling, I motioned for Brian to come over.

"Would you mind putting some lotion on my back, I just can't seem to reach?"
I asked.

"My pleasure honey" Brian replied.

 I loved the sound of his voice. He was about 40 and had a North Carolina
accent that caused my insides to do flip flops. I knew that, just by looking
at my top, they could easily tell how aroused I was. My little nipples were
pointing straight out like they wanted to rip through my skimpy top. The
feeling of being almost naked in front of powerful man was causing me to
turn to jelly.

That's what always happened to me. I would start to tease and it would get
out of control. I'd find myself being embarrassed and turning beet red as I
realized that I couldn't go through with it. I'd only been with one guy and
that had been after the High School prom. The groping and wrestling in the
back seat hadn't seemed real. The alcohol couldn't have helped.  One thing
had led to another and just as he entered me, he exploded. What a mess. My
frustration and his smug satisfaction haunted me for years.

I laid down on my front side as I felt both their eyes locked on my shapely
bottom. Brian began to rub the Coppertone on my back and he was being very
thorough.

 I heard Neil pipe up, "Need any help, Brian?"

"Nah, I think I can handle her", he replied.

I shuddered at his words. The double entendre cut right through me and I'm
sure he could feel the tremors that shook my body. He gave me a little swat
on my bottom as he got up which caused me to let out the breath I had been
holding for too long. Chuckling to himself, he went back and whispered
something in Neil's ear and they both laughed. I just hung my head in shame
and tried to bury it in my towel. Oh God, this wasn't the way I planned it
at all,

After about 30 minutes, I figured I'd had enough, grabbed my towel and
started to leave the pool area. I noticed Brian and Neil had left and was
relieved that that was as far as it had gone. Unlocking my door, I felt the
blast of cool air as I stepped inside. I couldn't wait to get into the
shower and wash off all this sticky lotion.

The pulsating shower combined with the blaring radio on the counter
transported me to a a faraway place and I daydreamt about strong hands and
hard bodies. The bar of soap seemed to glide over my body and I noticed that
I was paying particular attention to that  little friend between my legs
that had gotten me through college and many a long night. Not now, I
thought. I've got to get back to work on that job search.  Quickly toweling
off, I wrapped the bath towel around my long blond hair and wrapped it
turban style on my head. Slipping on a little robe that just covered the
cheeks of my ass, I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hallway.
My heart leapt into my throat. There were Brian and Neil looking me up and
down.

"Hi honey, we're here to fix that broken garbage disposal you reported. We
knocked but didn't hear anyone so I used my passkey. I hope that's OK"

Now I remembered, they were supposed to be here between 12 and 5. I'd
forgotten all about it. "Uh, yeah, I guess it's OK", I mumbled.

"That's a good girl", Neil replied. "Let's get you taken care of ". With
that, they headed to the kitchen and I retreated to my bedroom.

What to wear;  I grabbed the first thing I saw as I ran a brush through my
hair and hurried out to the kitchen. Both men stopped and stared.

Brian's voice broke the silence."That's really pretty on you, sweetheart".

I glanced down and realized that in my haste, I had put on a lace swimsuit
cover-up. The lace wasn't very tight and my nipples were poking right
through the mesh. No makeup, just the freshly scrubbed unblemished glow of a
21 year old; firm breasts topped by little nubs standing straight out; a
little tan contrasting with my white lace cover-up; my sparse blond
billygoat hair between my legs clearly visible through the lace. To say I
looked edible would probably have been one of the greater understatements of
the year.

"Thanks" I stupidly said as I began to blush furiously. "I hope I'm not
bothering you guys"

"Hot and bothered is more like it" Neil replied as he stepped to my side.

His right hand slipped under my chin as his left snaked around my neck
pulling me close. As his lips met mine, I tried to push away but he was not
to be denied. My lips parted and his tongue slipped inside my mouth. The
brute force and electric sensations caused my legs to go weak. Seeing this,
Brian swooped me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom.

"Don't worry honey, Neil and I are going to give you what you've been
begging for all day".

With that, they laid me on the big queen size bed and began to work their
magic. I never knew it could be like this. Each of them played with my body
driving it to greater and greater heights. As I clutched Brian's body
against mine and drummed my heels on his back for what seemed like the
umpteenth time, I screamed out his name combined with a bunch of ""Oh my
Gods"" harder, harders", and "more, mores".

As they were getting dressed to leave, Brian said, "We'll be over tomorrow
to finish that garbage disposal. I think I'd better bring an electrician
along".

I just smiled. "See you tomorrow".

 I guess my teasing days are over.
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