From: mark@odin.ucsd.edu (Mark Anderson) Subject: More Sex Date: 29 Sep 89 07:46:43 GMT Here is some further adventures of Sam. Special thanks to Byron Go for his proofreading (As always, I am responsible for all errors). ------------------ Through overheard conversions of co-workers, Sam learns that her name is Karla. She, like all the other secretaries, needs help from time to time with a printer or some program. And so they get to know each other on working basis. Though he usually lowers his eyes as they passed in the halls, Sam occasionally get up the nerve to utter "Hello." One week Karla asks Sam to join her and some friends to see a show at a local nite club the following week. Sam can not believe his luck, but his insecurity forces him to decline the offer. Sam spends the rest of the week holding imaginary conversations in his head trying to come up with a rational reasonable explanation for his refusal. Late Thursday night he decides to explain the whole situation to her: his lust, his shyness, his desire to be more than friends. He spends most of the night devising a script of their conversation, continually reworking it in his head. The next day, each time he sees her he finds some excuse not to go through with his plan. The weekend finally arrives, and Sam is happy that he will, if only for a couple days, be out from under the burden of her tongue-tying presence. Working on the weekend allows Sam, free of constant interruptions, to catch up on his work. This week the work has piled quite high, and he is glad for the opportunity to work undisturbed. As he walks in to the machine room to pickup some printout, he sees Karla there collecting her output. She explains that she was working overtime on some important proposal. Before he has a chance to consider his actions, Sam asked if the invitation was still open. Karla says, "Sure," explaining that it is no big deal. She gives him directions to the club before rushing back to work. On the day of the show, Karla stops by Sam's office to ask for a ride to the show. Her ride home is running late and she doesn't want to take the bus. She arrives at his office shortly after work. Instead of her usual business clothes she is wearing a punked up hi-top tennie, drawstring pants with handpainted figures and slogans, a tank top, and tie-dyed fabric strips braided into her hair. They decide to grab a bite to eat at a local taco shop. As they wait in line, the cool breeze stiffs her nipples beneath the flimsy material of the tank top. Sam tries hard not stare, and fixes his eyes on her face as she speaks making the eye contact that he has worked so hard to avoid. They pick up their food and sit down. Sam chocks on his burrito when she asks if women should have men use condoms during oral sex. She explains that this is a topic of discussion among her friend now that AIDS is around. Sam stumbles uncomfortably through some aloof technical discussion. Karla seems mischievously pleased with the discomfort she has caused him. Despite her claims of thirty invited friends, only two other people join Sam and Karla at the club -- Karla's ride home and the ride's sister. Midway through the show, Karla's ride has to leave. Sam's pulse races as he offers to take her home instead. On the ride home, Sam tries to plan out a move he can make on Karla, who is busy gabbing away. She is a non stop talker, which complements Sam's introverted nature. She claims that continuous talking is a family affliction, and that to know a Collins is to know within fifteen minutes of meeting them how they have lost their virginity. Sam senses that he is caught in a rip tide, and has been pulled far from the safety of shore. When they arrive at her house, Karla invites Sam in for some tea. Seeing the opportunity to escape and swim safely back to shore, Sam quickly drinks his tea and leaves in a cold sweat with a lame excuse about work the next day. Over the next week Karla uses her lack of a car to drag Sam along on more outings. Tonight they meet at a bar after Karla has spent the afternoon out house hunting. Knowing that sexual innuendo will not be enough, Karla starts employing some provocative physical contact to make her intentions clear to Sam. After a few drinks, Karla asks to be taken home. Sam makes himself comfortable in the beanbag chair in her living room. She lights a candle, and turns off the lights before heading to the kitchen to make some tea. Only a few sips into the cup, Karla startles Sam by asking him point blank to stay and have sex with her. Nearly spitting out his tea, Sam is left speechless. Finally able to speak, after a very long pause, Sam offers that he would like to, but he is not ready. Karla seems hurt, but says she wont rush him. Seeing the opportunity of a life time slip away, Sam clarifies that he means he doesn't have any condoms with him. Karla, with a smile on her face, quickly produces some from her purse. She takes his hand, lifts him out of the beanbag chair and lets him to her bedroom. She sets him on the mattress and goes about preparing the room. The mattress laying on the floor is covered by a variety of different blankets, the top being a Mexican blanket whose coarse weave digs into Sam's sweating palms. The room is crowded but neat. She opens the drapeless window of the room located above a milk crate bookshelf. Sam feels the cool night air as it rushes past the small drops of sweat on his forehead. Outside the window, Sam hears the neighbors' TV set and the traffic from the street. With a book of matches that she takes from an abalone shell, Karla lights a candle and places it atop a wine bottle covered with wax. She places the bottle down on an ornate wooden chest of drawers. She withdraws a package of incense for the top drawer. With the candle flame she lights the incense stick. She walks the incense around the room, gently wafting it as she goes. She kneels to place the stick in a flowerpot next to the bed. The smoke is sweet and flower like but Sam, being unfamiliar with such things, is unable to place the aroma. Karla then tears open the condom packet and leaves the condom on the wrapper next to the plant. Sam hears the rush of blood past his ears as she removes her tank top and cuddles up next to him on the bed. He feels her soft exhaled breath as her lips approach his. She caresses his face gently with her fingertips, as her soft wet lips press against his. He opens his mouth lustfully to accept her tongue. The sensation of her slippery muscle sends his mind reeling. He responds by running the tip of his tongue along the delicate underside of her tongue from the tip to its base in her mouth. The overwhelming wetness and the irregular bumps on is smooth surface remind him of a well lubricated vagina. As their tongues playfully fight for position, he feels her fingers moving down his chest as she unbuttons his shirt. He moves his trembling fingers to grasp her shoulders. She pulls his shirt off his shoulder and down his back. He lowers his arms and together they manage to remove his shirt, which is flung to the side of the bed. He returns one hand to her shoulder, while the other reaches for her breasts. He caresses the underside of one breast with the backside of his fingers. Moving his hand to the other breast he repeats the treatment. Her nipples are recessed in her breast like tiny bellybuttons. With a little coaxing from his thumb and forefinger, the nipples come out of hiding to stand proud and erect. After disentangling their tongues, Sam moves his mouth close to her left ear. Moving her hair out of the way, he starts to nibble on her earlobe, playfully using his tongue to dance with her earring. Then he moves his tongue into her ear and uses his tongue to rim the outside of her hearing canal. He hears her giggle "That tickles", tasting the sour wax as he inserts the tip in the opening. He switches to the other ear to fulfill his need for symmetry. Moving to the foot of the bed, he unties her shoelaces and removes her sneakers. While removing her socks, he massages the underside of her foot with his flat of his thumb. His thumb travels from the soft velvet-like arch to roughly callused ball of her foot. Supporting her foot with one hand he gently draws the backs of his fingernails across the sole of her foot. Giggling, she attempts to draw her foot away, but cannot escape his grasp. Her giggles become laughter as he repeats the motion again. Sam lowers his mouth to her foot and draws his tongue along the path of his fingers. He finds the salty taste slightly erotic, and licks between her toes to get more. Karla lets out a moan, as he inserts her big toe in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He closes his mouth in a tight oh, bobbing and bobbing his head slightly. The sensation is too much for her and she pleads for him to stop. He crawls up to her waist to remove her pants. She arches her back so the he can pull the pants past her hips and down her legs. He smiles when he sees that she wears no panties. He brushes his hand up and down her furry legs, tickling the inside of her thigh when he reaches the top. She murmurs with approval and spreads her legs wider. Licking her leg at the ankle, he paints a trail of saliva and matted hair as he works his tongue up her leg. It stops at the top of her thigh, just short of her pussy. He gives her bountiful pubic hair a pecking kiss, and starts over on the other leg. This time he lingers at the top of her tight crack, enjoying the musky aroma of her sex. After his tongue bathes every inch of her except her pussy, he lays back on the bed and waits for her to undress him. She straddles his hips and pins his arms down at the wrist as she grinds her cunt again his confined bulge. "Whatcha got for me big boy?" she asked playfully. Her sloppy wetness is soaking through his pants when she finally climbs off. His breathing has grown quite hard, and there is an unnatural intensity in his eyes. She teases him to wait up for her. Finally, she removes his shoes and socks. His breathing returns to a more relaxed pace as she massages his foot. "You gotta a lot of tension built up; maybe you need to get foot rubs more often," she says with a large smile on her face. Working on the other foot, she places his heel against her crotch. He feels the silky smoothness of her liquid as he rotates his heel while she works on his arch. Releasing his foot, she walks up the bed on her knees, to rid him of his last patch of clothing. She undoes his belt. As she tugs his pants and shorts down and he lifts his hip, she frees his erection. "Oh look, you've got a boner; we'll have to do something about that." She is hot and ready to go. She reaches over and picks up the condom. After figuring out which way it unrolls she places it on the tip of his dick. Slowly she starts to unroll the condom. Sam closes his eyes so he can enjoy the total sensation of the tight latex ring traveling down dick like a perfect circle of pleasure. Karla straddles his hips and positions his hard-on at the entrance of her hungry cunt. She lets out a gasp as she pushes his sex into her tight entrance. Moaning loudly, she rides up and down on his stiffness. Sam has never been with someone so exuberantly vocal before. The loud clipped cries, the musky scent, and the incredibly tight yet slippery grip center his consciousness on his throbbing manhood. As he reaches up to fondle her tits, he can feel her heart beating even before he touches her skin. She then switches from a pumping motion to a grinding motion. Grinding her pubic bone against his, she bends forward and stares into his eyes. With her pupils dilated and nostrils flaring, she showers sweat onto his chest from her drenched forehead. Her facial expression and stare indicate that she is about to enter another world. Her breathing becomes rapid and irregular. She tosses her head back and screams "I'm going to come, I'm going to come." Her scream becomes a piecing cry, and Sam feels her twitch uncontrollably as the wild fibrillating spasms of her vice-like muscles grip his cock. She grins from ear to ear, and her deep breathing resumes a regular rhythm. She collapses on top of him, with his hard dick still inside of her. Panting and sweating as she regains her senses, she gives him a little kiss and says, "Thank you." Her rambunctious orgasms have filled Sam with a newfound sexual confidence. She rolls off the top of him as he moves the other way to get out from underneath. She spreads her legs and smiles in invitation. He kneels down between her legs and takes a deep snort of her musky odor, before positioning himself to mount her. She reaches down to guide him home. He begins making long slow sensual strokes. He bathes in the warm tightness that he feels to the exclusion of all else. He varies the speed and the angle of attack, but for what seems like eternity he remains at a soaring, steady feeling of sexual contentment. They switch to doggie style. The sight of her charming asshole puts some extra pep in his peter, as he prepares to enter her pussy from behind. Grabbing her hips, he began to pound away in her tight little cunt. After thrusting through another journey beyond the limits of time, gradually he begins to lose sensation from his dick, so while still hard he pulls out. Karla signals that soreness is setting in. "Guess we'll have to try again sometime," Karla says with a wink as they snuggle together and drift towards sleep. A calming murmur overtakes his body as he lies silent, reliving in his mind the best sex of his life.