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There seems no graceful thing left to do but thank you and to walk off. You smile again, a great warming smile and wink at me. Promising to call me soon you walk off. I move very slowly from the spot hoping you will in fact call, very soon. Shopping is no longer important. I think I found what I was looking for... All afternoon it seems I fantasized about you. So hoping you'd call and suggest a quiet dinner, or just a drink after work. Every time the phone rang I jumped. To say I was unproductive was truly an understatement. There was no possibility of running into you in the elevator, since you were 8 floors away and used a separate bank of them.

Just as I was beginning to think you weren't going to call the delivery boy arrived. What incredibly beautiful yellow roses! And the card was special, too. It merely said, "I Don't believe in Accidents. Please meet me in the same place at 5:15. TM." My heart pounded, and the smile on my face was described by a co-worker as bordering on obscene.

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Alice had been naughty. Her lover was away for the weekend and she was
bored. When Dave called her, telling you about the concert tickets he had,
she knew what he wanted, but between the boredom and wanting to see the
concert (and Dave’s build) she went.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.

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Not even sure what he had just done, he slowly removed his fingers from her cunt and gently rubbed around on her pussy. His thoughts were on other things he had read, wondering what he was supposed to do next. There was one thing that he thought she might like, that he dearly wanted to do for her, but had no idea at all how to start. "Just try, I guess," he thought and he slowly lowered his face to her pussy. It took her a few moments to realize what he was going to do, being totally unprepared for it since she knew that he had never been with a woman before. The fragrance of her cunt was overwhelming and he knew that he just had to taste her. He caressed her cunt lips with the tip of his tongue, driving her mad with desire. Pushing his tongue into her cunt, he tried again to find her clit. Just as with his hand earlier, he didn't know whether he did or not. She knew. He did. She went off again, pushing her cunt up against his face as he tongue fucked her for all he was worth. God, he hoped he was doing this right!

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Archive-name: Couples/aerobics.txt Archive-author: Wyvern Archive-title: Aerobics is Good for Your Sex Life PART ONE The time, six months ago. The scene, the local YMCA. There I was, a 6 foot, 265 pound blob of 40 year old insecurity and bruised ego, struggling to keep up with the rest of the aerobics class. Sweat stung my eyes and pain radiated from my bad knee -- neither sensation was particularly noticable compared to the pounding of my heart and the gasping sounds of my labored breathing. Pride was the only thing which kept me on my feet and moving. I could tell that the instructor was watching me, waiting for me to collapse -- or perhaps trying to figure out what I was doing in her class. It wasn't an advanced aerobics class, but it was more than what a beginner like me should have been in. I signed up knowing only that I needed some structured exercise -- no one told me what I was getting into, or, more probably, I wasn't paying attention. Now, I was too proud to admit that I was in a little over my head. Yes, the instructor, a rather nicely put together brunette who appeared to be about 19 or 20, was definitely looking at me. Locking down my newly discovered determination (developed after months of intense therapy -- more on that later if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the session without a miocardial infarction. After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right up to me as I was headed for the showers. "You're John, aren't you?" she asked. "That's me all right." What a clever response, I thought. "I suppose you're wondering what a blimp like me is doing in your class, eh?" "No, not at all. I know perfectly well what you're doing in my class. And I want to talk to you about that. Are you busy right now?"

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Okay, so I hate exercise-I admit it-I hate exercise. I'm getting better about it I met you. My body's not the best but you've gotten me to at least move and finally after watching your buns and those great legs of yours, I brought my bike out of mothballs. You're a jock-no doubt about it and I wish I had a body to match yours but for right now I'll settle for just being able to lose 2 lbs a week. I have found though that you've caused my rides to be a little more exciting lately than I remember them as a child. Last week as I was arguing with myself about the many reasons why I shouldn't go for a ride like I don't feel like it...it's too hot...I don't want to...I need to do some paperwork for work...when I heard a knock on the door. And there you were in your biking shorts holding your bike. I was totally shocked because usually you never come to visit and you've made so many remarks about the fact that I ride too slowly so I assumed you would never ask me to go for a ride. But there you are-God, how I lust after you when you're in those black shorts-they leave nothing to my overactive imagination. You've been out for a while because you're soaked with sweat making the curves of your muscles even more visible.

The look on your face is pure satisfaction-"So, want to go for a ride? I've done 40 miles so far and you can survive another 10, can't you?" Oh, shit-I think to myself-he's doing well-he'll beat me into the ground but I smile and sputter, "Sure, you know I'm slow though" I've got to change-oh, damn, now he's going see that I haven't got a tan or even a shade of a tan-at least my legs are shaved. I put on my sweat shorts and my jersey and wheel my bike out. I'm thinking-You're used to racing and you've got a bike set up for it-there's no way I can match you-I've got a mountain bike that weighs twice as much as yours-I outweigh you by a good amount. And you've been in training for months. Oh, well the pain'll be over soon. (more...)

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