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A Summons From Sue, part 1
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A SUMMONS FROM SUE, Part 1
by Joe
PROLOGUE. I met Sue at a formal office party...chairman and the rest of the
boardroom gods present and all (anyone out there ever read Rivethead?!). Sue
is from the upper echelons, the upper floors: this was the apparatchiks of
the executive suite mixing with the lowlier proles of management, the shiny
suits, the over- laundered shirts - that's me. She sort-of sought me out, and
we discussed - well, whatever. Her style (very stylish, very civilized, but a
bit strong for an insecure type like me) scared me a bit, but it turned me on
too. We talked quite a while, then separated for the remainder of the party;
but as I was leaving I found her following me into the empty elevator. Door
closed, she asked me if I could come by her house the following evening to
discuss the plans for I-forget-what, at the same time managing to hint that
the business part of things might be minor! I said sure, and she put her
hands to my face, pulled me to her, and kissed me - quickly, but on my mouth
- god, what sweet lips; then vanished into the street. Now I've just arrived
at her house, a little petrified by the whole thing.
Joe (a.k.a. [email protected] my students and now even my kids on
the net my regular address is a little too public!)
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"Come in Joe." God, I could barely walk straight up your path Sue; I'm
actually trembling, hyperventilating..! As you lead me into your hall I see
you're wearing a long loose thin cotton dress, hiding almost everything, damn
it! Peeking out, though, perhaps a glimpse of hose.
You take me upstairs..."this is my den Joe...god knows why I have such a big
house - I practically live in just this room. See - munchies and wine for
you. You have to have some wine Joe...to relax you...you can really relax,
Joe, you know. I realized when I talked to you at the party that the
executive lady probably came across a bit strong. You're incredibly
attractive - not just a nice man, a smart man too; and I really like you -
just as important, you rather excite me, and I haven't been excited for quite
a while..." Understandably, I'm even more breathless from that speech than I
was before...
You pour some wine and hold the glass to my lips and tip it. I swallow some,
and a dribble of wine runs down over my chin...you lean towards me and lick
it up, from under my chin all the way up to my lips. Your tongue slides over
my lips, and you smile as you taste the wine on me. The tip of your tongue
slips quickly between my lips, parting them...then it's gone. You turn away
from me for a second and bend down to get something...I take a quick large
gulp of wine and swallow it down; and then another (my pulse might even be
below 120 by now). Bending over, the curve of your ass is gorgeous under the
thin cotton. You take a small thin slice of melon from the plate, hold it
between your fingers, and turn round. You take the glass from my hand and put
it down.
"I hope you like melon"...you rub the slice of fruit on my lips, pressing it
between them. I open my mouth a little and you slide it in, all the way up to
your fingers, then out. God, Sue...ohhhh! "Do you like my perfume Joe? I put
on quite a lot before you arrived - I hope I won't shock you but I want to
tell you - on my neck, on my breasts, even on my thighs Joe - but that can
wait, can't it?" Actually I'm not so sure, but...oh well... You continue to
slide the slice of fruit slowly into my mouth, then slowly out - I feel it
rubbing wetly on my tongue as the tip slips back towards my throat. And
you're pressing your body to mine now, the cotton thin on your warm skin,
your thighs, your breasts, and I can just feel the hint of pressure of your
mound at my crotch. I'm starting to swell in my tight briefs and pants, and I
think you can feel me, not able to stop rubbing against your pussy as you
push your hips against mine.
"I love the way the fruit looks sliding into your mouth...have you ever
sucked a cock Joe? It's wonderful having a smooth stiff cock in your mouth
Joe, warm, the skin so soft, but the shaft so hard, sliding between your
lips. And the taste Joe, god, the taste. I sometimes fantasize about sucking
a boy's cock, a virgin teenage cock. There's this boy who cuts my grass at
the weekends...I think he must be 15 or 16...really shy, totally cute. I love
to watch him from inside the house...he wears quite short shorts, and I love
to watch him bend over, and the material stretch tight on his tight firm
little ass. I think of inviting him in and lying him down and stroking his
shy virgin ass and his virgin cock...once I masturbated as I watched him,
made myself come, orgasming wet all over my fingers, my hands. When he came
in for his money I looked at the bulge of his cock in his shorts, and he saw
me watching him. I expect he felt the wetness on my fingers too...you've no
idea the fantasy land I have to - well, sometimes I feel I have to - live in.
You're hard pressed against my body now, looking at me as you tell me your
story of the boy, your hands around me, stroking my buttocks in my tight
pants. I feel you running your fingertip over the line of my tight little
briefs underneath. I finally get the courage (a little alcohol always helps!)
to say "God, Sue, I love the way you feel, the way you smell...so much plea-
sure...I want to see you...will you let me take your dress off?"
"Not yet Joe...let me just talk to you first...we have hours and hours
Joe...and I want to stretch out your anticipation. Joe, would you like to
watch something erotic? But first let me undress you." You don't wait for an
answer; you gently pull me down onto a pile of cushions on the floor beside
the couch, and grab the remote for your VCR. You kneel in front of me and
undo my sneaks and pull them off. Then you unzip my pants - pressing your
fingers against the mound of my cock as you slip the zipper down - and pull
them off. You look down at me, swollen in my little blue spandex briefs, and
you run your hands up my thighs and my hips...the tips of your thumbs grazing
the sides of my balls and the curve of my cock...then further, leaning
forwards, to my chest. You unbutton my shirt; I lean forwards and you slip it
off. You let your hands slip down my chest, back down to my tight little
briefs, cupping me, squeezing gently, rubbing the silky material over my
hardening bulge. You quickly bend and press your lips to the hard curve of my
cock, then sit up and smile - enigmatically - "time for you to see what
excites me Joe..." You stretch out beside me, and put your leg over my thigh,
your hand around my neck. Your perfumed neck is against my face, your hair
soft on my skin. You click the remote, and we watch.
God, Sue... The movie scene is a modern room, white, lots of white walls,
white floor, white partitions...but black leather furniture, and in the
center of the camera's view, an enormous couch, almost a leather bed...
Kneeling back on it, elbows on the back of the couch, body thrusting forward,
facing the camera, is a beautiful woman, her thighs parted. She's wearing
leather, but, god, what gorgeously erotic leather, all white, contrasting
with the black of the couch and her tanned silken skin...god, I feel an
almost instant seepage of sex from the head of my cock in my briefs. A pair
of long gloves, skintight on her arms and her hands and her fingers. A small
bra, leaving her nipples naked, high on her and tight, her breasts spilling
swollen from the leather. A wide belt cinched tight around her waist. Her
legs, all the way to the top of her thighs, are in boots, flexing tight on
her thighs as she moves. A pair of briefs - for want of a better word!! - a
leather waistband, and then just two straps coming down diagonally from her
hips to her mound, squeezing it...then tight between her thighs, squeezing
her labia. And between her labia, thick, glistening with her wetness, the
base of a vibrator, moving as she squeezes it deep in her cunt, press- ing
down on it, rubbing on the couch.
But I suddenly realize...that's not why you're showing me this, is it Sue?
Your hand is stroking me a little harder, spreading the precum that's
starting to soak through the spandex of my briefs, squeezing my cock so that
it straightens and hardens under your fingers. I'm sure the reason it turns
you on so much is not the woman at all. As the camera zooms slowly back and
pans, two men fill the picture - young, smooth skin, the slightest hint of
soft blond hair on their bodies, rigid, glistening, smooth. The woman is
watching them. You're watching them. One is on his back in front of the
woman, stroking her pussy, sliding his fingers into her slit and pleasuring
her wet clitoris while she fucks herself with the vibrator. The other is over
the first, taking his partner's wet cock deep into his mouth, sucking slowly,
long and deep. His thighs are straddling the first's head, enjoying the
tongue sliding down his cock to his balls, and then to his tight smooth
hairless butthole...oh my god...
The one being sucked, completely motionless, his head between the other's
buttocks, suddenly arches and explodes, shooting cum into the mouth of his
partner. The woman shudders as she watches, driving down onto the vibrator,
thick, deep in her cunt. And you shudder too. You stop the tape...
You suddenly bring me back to somewhere in the real world by saying "Don't
worry, your high-level lady doesn't get these in seedy video store around the
corner...catalogs are wonderful things..." You turn to me and kiss me..."I'm
not sure you would have liked that too much Joe, but wasn't she
gorgeous...but I hope you like me better...I bought this today, specially for
you..." You bend to pull your dress up and over your head. You snuggle down
against me so that I really don't get to see what you're wearing...talk about
frustration!! "I love to watch that movie...I like to masturbate while I'm
watching it...but would you believe that last night, after the party, I
watched it for just a few minutes; then I turned it off and thought of
you...and finger-fucked myself, played with my vibrator...god, the orgasm you
gave me...yes, you."
Lying beside me, you're slipping your hand inside the leg of my briefs, and I
feel your fingers curling around my cock. As you do, you feel the wet spandex
clinging to the back of your hand...and bend over and lick it. "Oh god you
taste so sweet, so slippery, thick and wet...let me take off your briefs..."
You slip down to the floor between my legs and I arch my hips up so that you
can pull them down, my cock stiff, swollen, and wet. And I finally get so see
what you're wearing...a skintight, transparent-sheer, bodystocking...clinging
to you like wet skin, tight on your entire body - your breasts, your hips,
your thigh...but it's open over your crotch. God, what an
out-fit...definitely sexier even than the woman in the movie Sue...and warm
and close. My cock is already erect, long, hard, thick. "God, I'm so aroused
Joe..." and you stand up over me, straddling me with your thighs, slowly
sinking down, straight down onto my cock...my thick swollen glans parts your
lips, and you just keep sliding down, down, so tight, so wet, so deep...until
your lips are clinging to the very root of me, wet in my hair, squeezing
me...
continued in part 2
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