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Conference Ball, The (MF, affair)
By Anonymous (c) 1988
**
You know how it is the day before a conference starts. People hang
out in the bar and the lobby. I met some friends, and noticed this
tall, quiet man who was with them. We sort of watched one another
as we engaged in a six-way conversation. I thought he was cute,
but then I think MOST men are. I am generally just a looker.
Finally, someone said, "Oh, Jane, this is Len Josephs."
"Len! Wow! I've always wanted to meet you!" We shook hands, but
wound up hugging one another. Len and I had exchanged some mail
years before, and admired one another's work. Instantly, I wanted
to take him to bed. It was quite a shock because I don't normally
feel that strongly about someone seconds after meeting him. It was
literally lust at first touch.
Since we had friends in common, we went to dinner together. Now,
I'm not the sort of woman who picks men up. It simply had never
happened before. I'd had the occasional extra-marital lover, but
it had always been with a friend, not with someone I'd just met. I
fought with myself all during dinner. How obvious could I be with
him about the way I felt? Could I actually say to him, "I'd love
to make love with you."? While Len and I wound up sitting together
at dinner, and while he made me laugh a lot, he seemed to back off
when my knee rested against his. Well, I knew he was married, so
maybe he didn't fool around. Still, I felt like someone had shot
me full of speed. I shook like crazy, and felt about ready to fly
off the chair, just looking at him.
After dinner, he went back to his room. I went back to my room. I
paced around a lot. He'd given his friends his room number, and
I'd memorized it. I walked to the elevator, went to his floor and
stood before his door. I raised my hand to knock...then turned and
returned to my room.
I guessed I wasn't the sort of woman who can knock on a man's
door, without a reason other than to ask "Wanna fuck?"
Suddenly, I realized I had a book he'd expressed some interest in
at dinner. I took the book and practically bolted back to his
room. This time, my hand connected with the door. When he opened
the door, he had a genuinely shocked expression on his face, but I
talked over it. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I thought you'd
be interested in seeing this." I said, going into his room without
further invitation.
"Oh, no problem. I was just resting." We sat down on the beds and
looked at the book together. Eventually, I sat on the bed beside
him. As we looked at the book, we sat closer and closer together.
Finally, he took my hand and squeezed it hard. "I'm going over to
Lori's party for a while. Do you want to come back later?"
"Oh, yes! I don't normally do this sort of thing, but I really
want to come back."
"I don't want to stay over there for TOO long."
"Me neither." We stood up and kissed. As hot as I felt, he felt
hotter. But it didn't show on his face the way it had to be
showing on mine. I kept feeling myself turning red in front of
him.
"What about precautions...."
"Well, I'm not too concerned. My period ended yesterday..."
"I'd better go get some condoms."
I felt severely embarrassed, being a college-educated, Planned-
Parenthood trained woman. At least if I was on the verge of
behaving irresponsibly, I had the good luck to find someone who
WASN'T. "You're absolutely right. Sorry about that."
"It's OK," he kissed me again, his tongue brushing my lips.
I dashed back to my room, slipped into something more comfortable
(yet socially acceptable), and went to Lori's room. Many old
friends were there, but I couldn't engage in coherent
conversation. Myou'd changed your mind," he said sadly.
"God no. I just can't sit still. Can we go now?"
"Yes." We walked to the elevator, relieved that there was no one
in it. I took his hand, but we dropped hands as soon as the door
opened on his floor. No one was in the hall either, so we walked
to his room together.
We were both nervous. I ran to the bathroom. He turned on the TV.
"Can we turn it off?" I asked, turning on the light across the
room.
"I don't mind." I turned the set off and joined him on the bed. We
kicked off our shoes and laid back, just holding hands and
watching each other at first. His hands were large and bony and
very strong. I suppose I have something of a hand fetish, because
just stroking his hands really turned me on.
As we kissed, his tongue filled my mouth, and I sucked on his
tongue until my lips were sore. He played with the straps of my
dress, reaching his hand into the front to play with my bra. He
took off the dress, but had a little problem with the bra---it was
one of those strapless affairs with innumerable hooks. He took the
bra off and suckled hard on my breasts. I lay back on the bed,
caressing his neck and beginning to moan in pleasure.
I finally sat up enough to help him off with his clothes. I had as
much trouble with his sansa-belt slacks as he'd had with my bra
earlier. But he helped out, and I found him hard and hot. He lay
on top of me, his cock rubbing against my underpants. My clit
began trembling against his heat. He reached inside, stroking my
clitoris. "You're so wet," he murmurred.
"I'm not usually THIS bad..." I said, running my hands up and down
his back. My underpants were literally dripping from six hours of
thinking about him and a half hour of foreplay. Already, waves of
pleasure were streaming through my body. I remembered some of the
net jokes about "If this is just foreplay, tonight is going to
kill me." I wondered what my husband would think if I died in the
arms of another man...
I leaned forward and tentatively took his penis in my mouth. He
was longer, but narrower than what I was used to. He moaned,
working my underpants off. I sucked on him harder, feeling his
cock get even hotter.
He pushed me off, laying me back and spreading my legs. "Aren't
you going to go down on me?" I asked watching him grab for his
condoms.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted that."
"Not want it??! Please, do!"
He fell between my legs, his pointed tongue pushing hard against
my clit. I became even wetter, some from his tongue, but mostly
from my incredible rate of arousal. His tongue was very forceful,
feeling more like a slick finger than a tongue. He licked me out,
his tongue darting in and out of my vagina.
Finally he rose, and put the condom on effortlessly. He knelt and
slid very slowly into me, like someone using an iron poker to make
a fire flare. I pulled him in tight, feeling about ready to
explode. Very gradually, we moved together. I pulled my legs up to
let him in ever further. We shifted around quite a bit, and I took
some time on top, pressing my hips into his. An orgasm hit me so
hard that my knees went weak, and I fell on my arms to avoid
hitting him.
We flipped over again, and he began pumping into me vigorously. He
pulled up my leg and wrapped it around his shoulder. His face,
usually so bland, positively glowed as I came again. I couldn't
stop moaning. He finally came, rolling aside and stroking my
belly. The whole lower half of my body spasmed, and I couldn't
speak for a moment.
"Same time, next year?" he asked.
"Oh!" We held onto one another, giggling. "It's funny...that's the
kind of lover I always wanted."
I was amazed by how quickly he was ready to come again. I was
certainly more than ready myself! As we made love again, every
nerve in my body trembled. My body throbbed in utter pleasure. The
experience reminded me of a very long weekend my then-boyfriend
(now husband) shared long ago.
We attempted to sleep together. He was far more successful than I.
I found it impossible to sleep when I was tingling so much. I
finally drifted off. When I woke up, I saw his eyes looking down
on me. Me playing with his hair.
"How are you?" He kissed me.
"I'm tired...but terrific otherwise." I kissed him back hard,
noticing that his penis was standing at attention under his
pajamas. "Do you want to...?"
"Hmmm..." He took off his pajamas. I took off my slip, he put on a
condom and was inside me instantly. My orgasm built quickly, and I
kept trying to muffle myself, worrying that I might wake up the
folks in the next room. I sucked on his fingers, trying to quiet
myself.
When we were done, I clung to him. The notion of leaving him tore
at me. But, I knew we both had roommates to consider for the
duration of the conference, and various responsibilities. I kept
telling him how wonderful he'd been, and he kept telling me how
exhausted he felt. Finally, I knew I had to leave, so I kissed him
goodbye and went to my room for a much-needed shower and a change
of clothes.
I ran into him often over the next week. I particularly remember
joking with him in the bar the next night, with our respective
roommates almost within earshot. That night, after being awake for
nearly two days, I laid down on my bed as my roommate brushed her
teeth in the bathroom. Just lying down made my whole body quake,
as if he were laying beside me and taking me from behind. It was
as if I was in bed with a demon. I don't think my roommate heard
my sudden, load moan. I bit my lips and shifted my position. It
was so strange to feel myself coming without being touched, but
them, the previous 24 hours had been pretty strange.
Len and I never could work out a reunion that week. In some ways,
it didn't matter. The night with him sent my body into what felt
like a two-month orgasm. I could feel his cock slide into me, or
his tongue move against my clit. I spent much of that week
blushing. For two months, I couldn't make love with my husband
without feeling Len. That was very frustrating, because Len and I
could never be any more than long distance lovers. But after about
two months, I approached love-making with my husband with renewed
zeal, and started appreciating him again for the fine lover that
he is.
And Len? He turned out to be a terrific one-night stand.
THE END