From customnews@aol.com Mon Mar 10 21:23:33 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!tezcat!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: customnews@aol.com (Customnews) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: She's A Tease 1 - by MIKE HUNT Date: 11 Mar 1997 02:23:33 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 107 Message-ID: <19970311022301.VAA28516@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com Pretend thereâs a standard disclaimer here. If youâre under 18, you shouldnât be reading this. Well THIS is OK, but not the dirty stuff down below. If you canât name the 4 Beatles in 3 seconds, youâre not old enough. If you are a religious nut, stop reading and pray for my everlasting soul. If any of this stuff offends you, youâre weird. If reading this is illegal where you live, ACHTUNG, HALT. If you are a woman, my home phone is at the end of the story. Whoops! Got carried away. Sheâs A Tease - by MIKE HUNT I was returning Karen & Johnâs vacuum cleaner. Mine had blown up a couple of weeks earlier, and I hadnât spent the money to fix it or buy a new one yet. I didnât know either Karen or John particularly well; they had only moved into our duplex about 3 or 4 months before, and what with work schedules and all, I only ran into them at the mailbox or front door a few times for a couple of seconds. Anyway, Karen answered the door, and as I thanked her for the use of the appliance, she told me stash it in the cleaning closet under the stairs in the living room. I carried it into her house, making polite conversation as we walked through the foyer and living room. Hanging in front of the door to the closet was a dress in a cellophane bag. It looked to be new. ãNew dress?ä I asked. ãBig event coming up?ä ãYes, and sort of,ä she replied. John is having some of his people from work over for a dinner party on Thursday, and I wanted to get something new to wear. But now Iâm not so sure about it,ä Karen said. ãWhy?ä I asked innocently. ãWell, I was in one of my flirty moods when I bought it, and now Iâm not sure it appropriate for his boss and coworkers,ä she said. I wondered what John thought of the dress, when she answered my unspoken question by saying ãI just got it yesterday, and John hasnât seen it yet. In fact, he wonât, because heâs out of town on business until Thursday afternoon, and then heâs picking them up at work and bringing them all here for the celebration dinner party. Some big deal theyâre closing this week...ä She paused, and then said, ãAnd his boss is kind of conservative. Would you do me a favor? Would you take a look at it and tell me what you think?ä ãSure,ä I said. ãAlways glad to help a damsel in dis-dress.ä She groaned at my bad joke. So did I. She grabbed the hangar down from its perch on the railing above the door, and said ãJust put the vacuum cleaner under the stairs. Iâll change and be right out.ä Her bedroom door was just opposite the closet, but she closed the door most of the way, and I couldnât see anything. But we continued talking. She began. ãSometimes Iâm just in such a mood, and I like to show off, a little. Well, maybe a lot, actually. I think itâs a reaction to my ugly duckling years when I was a teenager.ä ãWell, those days are over,ä I almost shouted through the door. Karen, you see, is about 5â 6ä, shoulder length brunette hair, and has a killer figure. I knew she was nice looking, but today she was walking around in a T-shirt and tight jeans, and it was the first time I had really noticed how bouncy her tits were, and what a great hourglass shape she had. ãThanks,ä she replied. ãBut Iâm afraid Iâve turned into a bit of a flirt and a tease. Well, maybe more than a bit. I like to have men look at me. Once my figure filled out and I realized I wasnât quite so ugly any more, I sort of got the attitude ÎIf youâve got it, show itâ. Cause I figure in another 10 or 20 years I wonât have it, and then what?ä ãYeah, I know what you mean. Iâm looking forward to another 20 years when I have a pot belly and am wearing fuzzy slippers around the house, myself,ä I joked. She laughed. ãBut I am a little afraid that this dress might be a bit too much for a business dinner, so you can really help me by being completely honest.ä ãOK,ä I promised. Karen appeared in the doorway. And she wasnât kidding. The dress was short. Real short. I estimated it ended about 4 or 5 inches below her crotch. The material was skin tight up to her breasts, and was like a thin satin or some such. But at the bust line, that material ended and gave way to a cottony bodice which held her breasts straight out, sort of in the fashion of the Swiss-miss ski outfits. The effect of the different material and her beautiful boobs was eye-shattering, to say the least. Best of all, the cottony bra section was quite low cut, showing the beginning swell of her breasts above it as she breathed in and out. ãWow,ä I managed to say. OK, so my tongue was stuck in my throat. Witty conversation while staring at a beautiful girl has never been my strong suit. In fact, Iâm quite shy, which perhaps accounts for why I hadnât taken much note of this goddess living right next door. ãWow,ä I said again. ãWell thanks, I think. But what do you think? A little too much for a business party?ä ãTo be truthful, Iâd say itâs right on the line. Maybe a little too much, maybe not. What do you think John will think?ä She answered quickly and without hesitation. ãOh, heâll probably think itâs fine. He likes to show me off. Heâs completely secure in our relationship. And so am I. I have a wonderful marriage. I would never do anything to jeopardize it, I mean, like sleeping with someone else or something. And he knows what a tease I can be, especially when I put my mind to it.ä ãWell, then, whatâs the problem?ä I wondered out loud. ãMaybe several things.ä Johnâs boss is quite a bit taller than me, or even you. For example, here get up on the stair.ä I moved to the first stair of the staircase. ãNow look.ä And with that, she turned around with her back to me and moved back so that I was looking down her dress. ãSee what I mean? I canât tell if heâll be able to see too much, and I donât want to leave a bad impression on the boss, right?ä She paused for a moment. I drank in the view. ãHow much can you see?ä she asked. ãAh, er, I mean, some, ah,ä ãOh for heavenâs sakes,ä she snorted. ãBe honest. Theyâre just boobs. All women have them. Itâs not like theyâre a rare commodity or something.ä Hers were, believe me. She went on, ãWould you rather call them tits? You do call them tits when youâre with the guys, right? I call them tits, too. How much can you see?ä There was an awkward lull. But I decided to press bravely on. ãWell, I would say I can see about halfway down, I mean about half-way, I guess. Itâs quite a view, I will have to admit. But if youâre just careful not to let him sneak up behind you, you shouldnât have to worry, right?ä The entire time she was standing there, just letting me stare down her blouse at her ripe melons. God, is there a job like this anywhere on the planet? ãYeah, I guess so. But thatâs not all. Here, sit down.ä She led me to a wooden chair in the living room. It was more of a stool with a high back, actually. I sat down. ãSuppose Iâm serving hors d'oeuvres.ä She grabbed a magazine and held it out as though it were a serving tray. She bent over at the waist, directly in front of me, pretending to offer me a canape. She said ãCan I interest you in something to nibble on?ä As she bent over, the top of the blouse billowed down nearly revealing her full hanging breasts, my eyes were riveted on that most beautiful sight. I stared and stared, until she finally said, ãAhem. Hello? Can I have your attention please?ä Finally I took my eyes out of her blouse and looked up into her face. She was smiling quite broadly at me, and said, ãSee, I told you I like to tease. But I donât want to be blatant about it, or anything. So I need to know if this looks, well, too much.ä At this point she was still bent over, and the square cut neckline of the dress was still hanging away from her tits. I could see virtually everything except the cherry nipples which were still shielded from view. My eyes shifted back down and stared. My eyes never moved as I spoke. ãWell I suppose you could be a little careful about bending over like that, cause I certainly can see a lot of your, ah, you know, cleavage.ä ãCleavage. Iâm guessing you can see more than cleavage. Anyway, Iâve always thought thatâs a funny word. I wonder where ãcleavageä ends and tits begin? I wonder why people use euphemisms like that. I call them tits. Donât you? Iâm sure you mean tits. Is there some reason you donât like that word?ä As I kept my gaze confined on her window of womanhood, she continued, ãWould you rather call them jugs? How about hooters?ä She giggled. She was right. Somehow I was having trouble sitting in front of this gorgeous creature and staring down her dress and talking about her tits. I resolved to change that. ãOK, yes, I can see most of your, ah, tits. And just beautiful ones they are, too, if I might say. Some of the nicest tits Iâve seen in quite a while. OK? There, I said it. Tits.ä She giggled. ãOh Iâve embarrassed you. Iâm such a flirt. But I really needed to know. Thanks.ä I replied ãAnd maybe you should watch what you say at those times, too. Like ÎWould you like something to nibble onâ could be taken the wrong way. Maybe you should try ÎCan I offer you something?â Oh, no, that doesnât work. Well maybe ÎHere, I made them myself.â Er, well, you know, something else that doesnât give the wrong impression.ä ãGood idea,ä she shot back. ãWhile Iâm passing out the snacks, maybe Iâll just say ÎGrab Îem while theyâre hot!âä We both cracked up. I was getting onto the game, finally. Hey, I may be slow, but I can be fun. She finally straightened back up. Needless to say, I had already straightened up, some, myself. As she stood back, she said ãThereâs one other thing about this dress that Iâm concerned about.ä She turned slightly to the side and flexed one knee forward. ãPanty lines. Look. See these wrinkles where my panties are. Thatâs the trouble with these clingy materials.ä ãDidnât you notice when you bought the dress?ä I asked. ãNo, I wasnât wearing panties that day,ä she said. I almost choked. (cont in part two.) From customnews@aol.com Mon Mar 10 21:24:49 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!tezcat!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!spamz.news.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: customnews@aol.com (Customnews) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: She's A Tease 2 - by MIKE HUNT Date: 11 Mar 1997 02:24:49 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 104 Message-ID: <19970311022400.VAA28585@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com ãI often donât, except when I know Iâm going to be trying on shoes, or something. Even then, I forget sometimes. It certainly does make for an interesting time in the shoe store. Usually the guys want to help me try on 20 or 30 pairs!ä She continued ãBut I just didnât think how panties would look with this. And it makes the whole thing positively ugly.ä I countered quickly. ãI donât really think ugly is the right word. In fact Iâd have to say that the whole damn package is pretty amazing, panty lines or not.ä She told me to turn my head to the left and look at the fireplace. I did as she asked, and when she told me to turn back, there were her panties draped over the back of the sofa. She stood straight in front of me, with her legs about 6ä apart. ãNow doesnât that honestly look better?ä she asked. My head turned from the panties on the sofa to the area where they had been just moments before and back. The dress still covered that amazing space at the juncture of her slender legs, but the knowledge that there was just one little wispy, clingy piece of cloth in the way of my view was an immense turn on. I tried to burn a hole in the cloth with my eyes. No luck. Still, depending on how she moved, I could see the occasional outline, the hint of it, really, of her pubic hair pushing out against the cloth. ãYes, that honestly looks better. Real honestly. Unbelievably really honestly.ä My words were getting harder and harder for me to pronounce. And other parts of my anatomy were suffering the same effect. She walked over and picked up the panties. ãHere, look,ä she said. You could have blown me over with a feather. How far was this going to go, I wondered. But I remembered her speech about her husband and how much in love they were and how she would never do anything to jeopardize her marriage. Well, that was OK. This was certainly entertainment enough. And then I remembered that her husband was out of town until Thursday. So... Anyway, she held out the panties, saying ãTheyâre part of a matched set. Really. Itâs so cute. Want to see the other half?ä I readily agreed. She walked into the bedroom and returned just a moment later with a shink-wrapped package. ãI thought it would be a bra,ä I said. ãNo no no. Itâs a matched set. His and hers. They were just so cute that I couldnât resist. These are his. Go ahead, open the package. He probably wonât wear them anyway.ä My fingers pried at the plastic. ãWhy not?ä, i said. ãOh he only wears briefs, and these are boxer shorts. But I just thought the idea of the ÎHis and Hersä was so cute that I had to get them. Whaddya think?ä ãWell I wear boxers, so Iâm not prejudiced,ä I started. But before I could get out another word she squealed and interrupted. ãOh youâre kidding. Oh thatâs great. Would you do me the biggest favor. I mean the real biggest? Would you model them for me? Maybe that will give me some ideas on how to get John to wear them.ä It was a pretty lame excuse, I thought, but hey, who was I to argue. ãAh, sure, sure. I suppose.ä I stood up and went for my belt. She stopped me. ãFor heavens sakes, not here. Go change in the bedroom and come back out.ä ãOh,ä I said. ãSorry.ä Guess her marriage speech was more real than I had hoped. Oh well. Just keep playing, I thought. I stepped into the bedroom, dropped my pants and my shorts. My dick jumped out at half-staff. I did my best to get into the boxers and tried to lose at least a little of my erection, and after a couple of moments succeeded in getting as comfortable as I could with a small tent sticking up in the front. ãWell, are you ever coming back?ä she said. Her voice was raised enough to hear clearly around the corner. ãReady or not,ä I said. I walked around the corner. Her eyes rocketed to the shorts. She burst out laughing. ãTheyâre great. Just great.ä I had to say, I thought they were queer. There was a big red heart plastered on the front of them, a design I hadnât seen when they were folded inside the shink-wrap. ãWell, I think theyâre a little weird,ä I noted. ãWhy,ä she asked. ãDonât you get it? See? Her heart-on.ä I honestly hadnât noticed the little ãHerä embroidered above the big heart. She stabbed at the word with her finger. About 3 inches from my manhood, and closing. But it was not to be. She really was just pointing out the word on the shorts. ãHere, look.ä She picked up her panties again. Now I noticed the little embroidery on them, the word ãHisä with a picture of a cat. I wrinkled my nose. The cat was positioned right across the pubic area. ãHis pussy. Donât you get it? I think itâs a riot. Her heart-on, his pussy. Oh, I just had to have them.ä I let out an involuntary breath. ãOh, yea, now I get it. Pretty funny.ä Where was this going? She continued, ãOf course, yours arenât always supposed to look like they do now. You know, with your boner in there, and everything.ä I blushed. I flushed. She went on. ãThatâs OK. Really. Iâve seen a boner before. But we can cure that.ä ãWhat do you mean,ä I asked. ãWell, we can just wait a while. Iâm sure itâll go down if we just give it some time.ä She hesitated. ãOr...ä ãOr?ä I said. ãOr we can just whap Mister Wiggle there with a rolled up newspaper or something. At least I wonât be worried that youâre going to rip the material.ä ãOh,ä I said, involuntarily pulling my pelvis back. ãI thought maybe there would be some other alternative...ä I trailed off. ãNo,ä she said. ãRemember the rules. Teasing and flirting is OK. But I donât want to do something that could affect my marriage. Remember?ä ãYeah, sure. I agree. Absolutely.ä I didnât mean a word of it, but what the hell, this broad had set the rules and I was sure enjoying the game. I saw no reason to take the chance of screwing it up. ãSo, weâll just wait a few minutes, and they Iâll get to see how those shorts look without the tent option.ä She smiled. I smiled back. OK, what now? She said ãHave a seat,ä motioning me back to my narrow little hard back chair. Sitting down did nothing to disguise my condition. ãIâm sure if we just wait, that ole hard-on will go away and then you can model the shorts for me again.ä ãThis could be a long wait,ä I said. As I sat there staring at her, she stepped directly in front of me and cast her eyes down at my groin. Yeah, this could take a long time, I thought. She stood facing me while holding her arms behind her, not exactly sticking her chest out, but the effect was nearly the same. She had her panties in her hands which were folded together behind her butt. Suddenly she dropped the panties. ãOh my,ä she said. And with that she turned around and bent at the waist to pick them up. Her knees were locked rigid, and as she bent over the back of the dress rode up and the full flower of her womanhood stared me in the face. ãOh my god,ä I said. ãWhat?ä she asked. ãYou should be careful about bending over in a short skirt in front of people when you donât have any panties on. At the party I mean, of course.ä ãWhy?ä she asked innocently. ãCan you see something else that youâre not supposed to see?ä She ever so slowly began to straighten up, still facing away from me. God, what an ass! ãYes, actually. I could sort of, you know, kind of see, your, ah,ä ãOh here we go again,ä she interrupted. ãDonât tell me you could see my pussy. Oh how embarrassing.ä Needless to say, if I thought I was hard before, now I could have used my dick to pound a nail into concrete. The effect of her talking about her pussy almost made me lose it right then and there. This was just about like having a wet-dream except with your eyes open and you remember every second of it. ãOK, yes, your pussy. I could see a little of your, ah, pussy.ä I still wasnât totally comfortable talking with this voluptuous neighbor about her pussy. But what the heck, when in Rome, I always say. ãHow much of it,ä she wanted to know. ãWell, I donât know how to describe it, exactly.ä She began to lean over again. ãWell, if I bend over this far, how much can you see?ä She inclined at about a 20 degree angle. (cont in pt 3) From customnews@aol.com Mon Mar 10 21:26:03 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-dc-9.sprintlink.net!feed1.news.erols.com!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: customnews@aol.com (Customnews) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: She's A Tease 3 - by MIKE HUNT Date: 11 Mar 1997 02:26:03 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 81 Message-ID: <19970311022500.VAA28654@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com ãNot much. Nothing really, the dress hasnât lifted enough to let me see anything.ä It was a lie, but not by much. I could just barely see a few wisps of pubic hair and the very edge of her cunt lips. But it was honest enough to keep the conversation going. ãSo how about now?ä She leaned forward and bent into a sideways ãLä, with the top half of her body parallel to the floor. If I were on the other side, Iâd have been looking right down her blouse. From this side the view was at least as interesting. ãOh yes, I can start to see it now. Yes, yes, itâs coming into view. Itâs really a pretty little pussy.ä I was starting to get comfortable. ãI can almost see the lips now.ä Another lie. I had a perfect view of her cunt lips. I saw that her entire region was a bit puffy. Perhaps she was having the same sort of blood flow reaction that I was. I hoped so. ãSo if I were to bend over to pick up a dime off the floor, like this...ä She bent over fully. ãYouâd be able to see everything. And of course at a business dinner that wouldnât be a good thing, probably.ä She didnât move, staying bent over for my viewing pleasure. ãThis is really being helpful. Thanks a lot. I really appreciate it.ä ãOh thatâs alright. What are neighbors for if not to help out?ä I gallantly replied. She was still bent at the waist. I drank it in. As she slowly straightened up, I said ãI have an idea that might help. Turn around.ä She stood up and faced me. I reached out with both hands and pinched the dress at her waist and gave a little tug down. ãIf the dress were just a little longer, maybe you wouldnât have this problem.ä I knew it was a joke, and so did she, but she played along. ãWell, maybe. But now Iâm worried about something else. If the bottom comes down, the top comes down a little bit too. Here, look. If I were to accidentally bring my arms forward like this and hug myself...ä She wrapped her arms under her breasts and squeezed up as she said it, and the effect was electric. Her breasts rose up like half moons out of the bodice of the dress. I could even see just the top part of the circles of her nipples, which were beginning to grow and darken. ãSee, that wouldnât be good.ä She paused for a moment, then continued. ãOh, Iâm such a terrible tease.ä ãWell thatâs true. I mean about what happens if you hug your sides. And yes, you are a terrible tease, but there are worse things, I suppose. Anyway, if you were just careful and didnât squeeze yourself like that, maybe you wouldnât have to worry so much about the bottom of the dress.ä ãOK, tell me know if this is better.ä With that she turned around and began to lean over again. The effect was the same. But this time her legs were apart by a few inches. As she reached 90 degrees, I had a perfect view of her cunt. ãOh, Iâm afraid youâre right,ä I said. ãI can still see your pussy, right here, staring me in the face. So if you were to bend over and pick up that dime...ä As I said it, she involuntarily did it, giving me a 100% view. ãYep, I was right. I sure can see everything now. Absolutely everything. And I should say itâs really a great looking snatch.ä What a cunt! Whew. Suddenly she straightened up and turned to face me. ãOK, letâs see those shorts. Itâs been a few minutes. Letâs see how you look now without the boner.ä ãAre you crazy?ä I exclaimed. ãAfter the last couple of minutes, you think my dick got smaller? What have you been smoking?ä ãHey, you promised,ä she protested. ãStand up.ä I did. If there had been a tent in the front of the boxer shorts before, now it was like the whole Ringling Brothers circus had moved in. ãWhoops,ä she giggled. ãGuess it didnât work. Goodness, and what a boner. Youâre really going to destroy my husbandâs shorts if youâre not careful.ä ãSorry,ä I replied. ãSo just take it out, and relieve the pressure,ä she suggested. ãJust take it out?ä I asked. ãSure. At least we wonât have to worry about crushing your friend in there,ä she replied. ãPerhaps youâd like to help?ä I fairly implored. ãNow now, you know the rules. Anyway, I think youâre just trying to get something started that shouldnât be started,ä she said. ME! HAH! ãYouâre just trying to get me to grab oleâ wet willy there, and goodness knows where that could lead. Nope. You do it.ä ãOK. OK.ä And I stood up, and with a few bumps and grinds of my hips, managed to arrange my dick so it was ready to poke out of the flap in the front. I was in a funny crouched position, perfectly vertical except for my pelvis, which I was trying to keep back, which would keep my rigid rod back as well. She said, ãCome on, come on, stop stalling. Thereâs no reason to be embarrassed. You think Iâve never seen a guyâs dick before? For heaven sakes, Iâm not even interested in seeing your dick. I just want to see if the pants will look good without all that strain behind them.ä YEAH. SURE. I thought. I poked the head of my dick out through the flap. Her eyes were drawn to it like metal to a magnet. As I straightened up out of my crouch, my dick continued to march forward, an inch at a time. ãOh yes, I see. Thatâs much better,ä she said. Look how nice and smooth the pants fit you. Almost like a glove.ä ãWell if it were a glove, thereâd be another finger in the front to keep me warm.ä We both laughed. ãJust a little joke,ä I said. ãAnything but little,ä she retorted. She bent down in front of me, as if to inspect the pants. Her hands went up to the cloth to smooth it. She grabbed at the front panel and gave a little tug both down and back, and my balls popped out through the flap. ãPerfect,ä she said. ãNow look at how smooth the pants lay.ä She gently stroked the cloth, somehow managing to stroke the front of the shorts without ever actually touching me. As she stroked the pants, she smoothed the material across my pubic hair, then down between my legs and under my balls. ãAnd look how cute the set is together,ä she said. With that she brought her panties up in front of me, holding them by their sides. As she held them out in front of her, and moved them toward the matching shorts, the panties lightly brushed against my throbbing cock. She held the panties up against my shorts, as though she were looking at them and contemplating their color coordination or something. I thought I would blow my load at that moment, but managed to restrain myself. She continued to move the panties up and down, then back and forth lightly against my dick. The torture was exquisite. ãAh god, that feels great,ä I exclaimed. At that, she seemed to snap back to attention. ãOops,ä she said. ãAlmost got carried away. This teasing stuff is hard.ä ãThatâs not all,ä I interrupted. ãYou know what I mean, difficult. But thereâs a line and thatâs that.ä ãDonât you ever get carried away,ä I said perhaps with more than a cupful of frustration in my voice. ãDonât be silly,ä she replied. ãIâm always in control. Here, look.ä She pushed me back and I stumbled against my high-backed chair. As I sat down she moved toward me. With one leg on the outside of each of mine, she sat down on my lap, straddling me. She was just inches in front of me, her passionate pussy resting barely in front of my throbbing dick. She grabbed the two upright posts of the chair back for support. ãSee?ä she said, not totally convincingly. ãThereâs nothing going on here that shouldnât be. I can stop anytime I want. Itâs no big deal.ä ãBelieve me itâs big, and getting bigger,ä I said. ãOh sure,ä she replied. If it gets any bigger, itâll be poking me in the forehead.ä ãItâs pretty close now,ä I told her. (cont in pt 4) From customnews@aol.com Mon Mar 10 21:27:09 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-ana-7.sprintlink.net!mr.net!europa.clark.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!portc01.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: customnews@aol.com (Customnews) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: She's A Tease 4 - by MIKE HUNT Date: 11 Mar 1997 02:27:09 GMT Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Lines: 103 Message-ID: <19970311022700.VAA28696@ladder01.news.aol.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ladder01.news.aol.com X-Admin: news@aol.com ãReally?ä she said. ãLet me see.ä And with that she bent forward tilting her neck to look down. But as she bent forward, the top of her dress again billowed out, giving me a repeat showing of those beautiful hills that I had seen several minutes earlier. ãUh oh, Uh oh. Tit alert,ä I called. ãäUh oh,ä she said. ãThanks for the warning. Boy it sure is a good thing I didnât accidentally do this at the same time.ä And with that, she brought her arms in and hugged her sides. Her breasts rose up; C cups, I guessed. Again she was showing the tops of her nipples over the gauzy fabric. And suddenly with a little extra squeeze, she gave a little bounce, and her tits completely flopped out of the top of the dress. ãUh oh, serious tit alert,ä I said. ãOh my, how embarrassing. Maybe if I do this...ä She rose up on her toes. ãYeah, I really have to be on my toes now.ä As she did so, her body moved forward a couple of inches, until that sweet pussy was pushing up against the side of my engorged cock. I could feel the lubrication of her cunt sliding against the bottom of my dick. She was breathing harder now. ãNo, thatâs not going to work. I thought maybe I could swing them back into my top. Would you help me?ä she asked. ãWould you put me back together again? Up on my toes like this, and leaning this way Iâm a little wobbly.ä Of course she could have easily taken care of the situation just by standing up, but her up and down movements, scraping her clit up and down the base of my shaft probably interfered with her thinking. ãWhat do you mean, put you back together?ä I innocently asked. ãYou know, straighten my dress. Your hands are free. Mine arenât. I have to keep my balance.ä ãYou mean, put your tits back in your top? If thatâs what you mean, say it. Donât be embarrassed. Whatâs the matter, are you afraid to say the word Îtitsä to me?ä I had finally turned the tables on her. ãYes, damn it. Please put my tits back in my dress. This is very embarrassing, sitting here with someone I hardly know and my tits are bouncing around right in your face.ä ãTheyâre not in my face. I would know if they were in my face,ä I said. ãWeâll theyâre practically in your face, and if I moved up just a couple of inches...like this...they would be.ä Sure enough, she had managed to shove her tits right in my face. I wasnât exactly complaining. More like wondering where to get artificial respiration later. Or wondering if I would even care. ãOK, Iâll be nice just this once,ä I said calmly. And with that, I took my right hand and cupped her bare breast. The nipple grew and got harder, until it felt like it was going to poke a hole in my palm. ãWhat are you doing,ä she suddenly said. ãAre you trying to cop a cheap feel? I just asked you to help me put my tits back in my dress. I donât think you have to hold it that long to do that.ä ãI just wanted to do it gently,ä I improvised. ãIt really wouldnât do for me to just grab your tit and shove it into your dress, do you think? I have to be careful. Believe me, Iâm just trying to do this job right.ä ãWell, alright, but donât even think about trying to get a feel. There are rules, you know.ä She was breathing heavier and heavier with every passing moment. I placed the tit back in her dress. Now it was time to repeat the operation with my left hand and her left breast. As my hand reached up to hold her tit, she suddenly let out a shudder, and lost her balance. She caught herself with bullseye accuracy, her cunt opening poised directly on the top of my vertical member. About half of the head of my dick was into her pussy when I said, ãThis would be a lot easier if you werenât quite so unstable. Perhaps you should sit down.ä Staring me straight in the eye, she said she thought that was a good idea, and slowly slid, pausing every half-inch or so. Our conversation continued as though nothing was happening. ãYou really have lovely eyes,ä I said, looking deeply into her eyes. She slid down another half-inch. ãReally? Thank you. Iâm lucky, I guess. My eye color goes with my hair color,ä she said. Another half-inch. I glanced down at the junction of her legs, now busy fighting the losing fight against my pecker. ãAnd your hair color is natural, too,ä I said. She looked down at my dick, pushing inch by inch into her warm, wet pussy. ãYes, and it looks like youâre naturally curly haired, as well,ä she replied. I looked back into her eyes. She sank down another inch. I said ãIâm getting the funniest feeling.ä ãWhat?ä she asked. ãSort of sexual, you know. With my hand here holding your tit. And you sitting in my lap...ä I trailed off. ãI know what you mean,ä she said. ãIf I didnât know better, I would almost think that I was making love with someone. I can almost feel a manâs hardness pushing into me.ä With that she suddenly sat down hard, ramming me as far into her as I could possibly go. ãCareful, careful,ä I said. ãRight, careful,ä she repeated. If I werenât careful, something could happen here, and that would break the rules.ä She seemed to want to completely ignore my dick which was now exploring the depths of the inside of her pussy. But she began to bounce slightly, just a little at first, harder and harder with each passing moment. As I continued to fondle her tit, she bounced higher and higher. Then she said, ãI shouldnât be telling you this, but as long as weâre talking about things sexual, you know whatâs a great tease and turn-on for me?ä I couldnât wait to hear. ãWhen a guy is about to come inside me. I can tell because he nearly always says something, or groans, or whatever, and I can feel his dick get hot, and then I feel his throbbing dick begin to contract, and then when he comes it feels all warm and gushy inside. Itâs great. Too bad my husband is out of town, because I could stand to get fucked today.ä ãYou are getting fucked,ä I shouted. I had dropped all pretense. ãDonât be ridiculous,ä she insisted. ãIf there were a big hard-on banging away at my pussy, donât you think I would know it?ä She continued to bounce up and down. ãYes I guess you would.ä What could I say to that? Then I felt her cunt heat up, and I knew she was about to come. The warm flush of her skin told me that her orgasm was just moments away. I reached into her dress and wrapped my hands around both of her tits. ãI just have to tell you,ä I said. ãIf I were to come, which, you know, could happen accidentally, rules or not, I would come in buckets. Warm and gushy buckets, you know?ä ãWell, accidents do happen,ä she said. She looked me straight in the eye as she tilted her head back slightly. And with that, my dick erupted, sending streams of hot cum into her tight little pussy. At almost the same moment her warm flush turned into a hot tornado, and she bounced down as hard as she could, her shattering orgasm causing her to cry out, louder and louder with each wave of sensation. We sat like that for several moments, each of us trying to recapture our breath. Finally she said, ãYou still have your hands on my tits. Are you trying to help me get my dress straightened out here, or are you trying to cop another feel? There are rules, you know.ä ãOoops, sorry. Absolutely, rules and rules,ä I deadpanned. I gently pulled out the bodice of the dress and put her tits inside the material. OK, so maybe I took my time. She sat for several more moments while I fumbled with her clothes. She began to stand, although it was clear her knees were wobbly. As she stood up, she looked down into my lap and saw my now exhausted member lying shrunken on the boxer shorts. ãOh my god, did I do that to you?ä she chirped. ãIâm so sorry. Look at what a mess. Oh my goodness, I feel totally responsible. Here, let me help.ä And with that she reached down and grabbed my softened sausage. Even though I had just been through one of the most powerful orgasms in my life, I could feel the blood begin to return to my dick. As she stroked it, she moved back, then got on her knees in front of me. Her top hanging low, her tits in full view, she crawled toward me. ãOh, and itâs so messy. Here, Iâll just clean you up a little.ä Her tongue slid between her lips, and she began to lick the bottom of my dick, cleaning the remaining cum from it. She licked up and down, nearly all the way around it, as though she were licking a melting popsicle. When she had finished that, she formed her mouth into a small ãoä and put the head of my dick directly between her lips. She pushed her head down, until she had more than half my cock in her mouth, and I could feel her tongue working small miracles in me while inside her mouth. She pressed down further. The head of my dick touched the back of her throat, and she gagged a little, but pushed down even harder, until I was fully encased right to the base of my again swollen member. As I felt my internal pressure begin to build again, she continued sucking. Then, when I felt myself beginning that final climb, she suddenly withdrew, taking my dick completely out of her mouth. ãOK, all better. All clean,ä she said. She stood up. ãWhat!!!ä, I exclaimed! ãYouâre going to stop now?ä ãYes, of course. I told you all along I was just a tease,ä she said. I have a couple other stories. e-mail Bannerboy1@AOL.com.