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Archive name: limo.txt (seduction with a twist)
Authors name: J. Stevens (no address)
Story title : LIMO
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I've had a long, rough week, and all I want to do
when I get home is just relax. But as I get to your to
my front door, I find a note, rolled and tied with a
red ribbon, secured to the door. I take it down and
read:
" This is a night for remembrance. Please step
outside and get into the waiting limo. The driver has
all the instructions. "
I guess my adventurous spirit is peaked. 'Night
for remembrance.' It sounds as though it could be in-
teresting. So I walk to the limousine and the driver
immediately hands me a note and black silk scarf, then
opens the door. As I get in the limo I see that there
is a bottle of champagne and fresh strawberries wait-
ing. The driver tells me that I need to read another
note:
"Please use the scarf as a blindfold. This is a
kidnapping of the most pleasurable kind. "
I decided to do as instructed. . .Once the blind-
fold is in place, the limo driver opens the door and
helps me to get into the back. Little do I know that
someone else is also in the limo and is sitting across
from me. I can hear the driver lower the dividing
window as he tells me to enjoy the ride.
Music starts to play. I'm not sure from precisely
what direction, but suspect that the driver must have
started it. I then feel something on my leg and I
automatically tense up. A whispering voice echoes the
sentiments of the music, encouraging me to relax. I
try to reach out but something stops my hands. My palm
is opened and a kiss is lightly placed there. I can
feel movement of hands at my feet. My shoes are
removed. . . Fingers inch up my leg, gently squeezing
and rubbing. . . Then they stop. The hands move to the
clothing that I'm wearing, which is quickly removed,
but in a sensual way. The palms of this mysterious
lover's hands press against my chest and massage their
way down to my lap. A voice whispers into my ear, but
it speaks so lightly I cannot tell what it is saying.
All touching stops as I hear a window open, or
what I thought was a window because of the light
breeze I feel on my naked body. I'm pulled forward so
I'm sitting on the edge of the seat. I move so that
I'm standing with my upper body out of the limousine
through a sunroof. I raise my arms in an effort to
remove the blindfold, but I'm told not to remove it.
So with a slight shiver I comply, and don't. Now I can
only hope that I don't look silly too anyone who may
be driving by. The voice laughs at my embarrassment,
but tells me not to worry, that the road is dark and
untravelled.
The hands moves up and down the outside of legs
legs and then move to the inner part of the thighs. I
can feel them lightly rub at my apex, making me nearly
weak at the knees. The next sensation is cold and
somewhat sticky. Some sort of liquid is being poured
and rubbed all over my lower body and down my thighs.
A sensation of warmth begins to rise within me.
The hands never stop. . . I begin to feel a new
physical sensation. . . I groan as I realize that this
new sensation is my lover's tongue licking at my
thighs. The tongue begins a journey from the top of
the feet to the apex of my thighs, as if making sure
that not a single drop of the liquid escapes the
tounges tender desires. As I feel the car pick up
speed, so does the licking. I'm driven nearly mad with
the sensation as the tongue moves up and down my lower
anatomy. I gasp as I'm sucked deep within a warm and
wanting mouth. I can feel fingers move around to my
backside and gently massage each muscle in its full-
ness. I can feel my lover move around to the other
side. My lovers legs are spread to enclose mine, and
I can once again feel the tongue make trails of fire
along my back. Every roll and dip is caressed
delicately. Finally the tongue stops. . . Even though
I can't see, I can tell my knuckles are nearly white
from the effort to control myself. my lover laughs
quietly and mentions that preparations were made for
this contingency. I feel my hands lifted individually
to the underside of the roof and metal rings are lock-
ed into place. Obviously my lover intends to drive me
quite mad...."No, not mad...." a voice whispers, as if
my lover could read my thoughts. I take advantage of
the rings as support and relax further. "That's
right..." the voice whispers........
The tongue returns once again to my midsection.
It rises up to my chest and nips at my nipples, making
them hard with the sensation. Once again I groan and
arch against the sensation. My lover pulls me down and
rests my back against the seat. There is plenty of
give in the chain linking the two rings around my
wrists to allow me to sit comfortably without strain-
ing, although my arms are raised. Mentally it just
doesn't seem real. How could this be happening?. . .
But it is and as the tongue begins its endless probing
once again, my mind races with the sheer ecstasy of
it's touch!
Suddenly, a new sensation as my lover moves up
onto the seat and into my lap. My anticipation grows
as I feel my lover rubbing against my thighs. Oh, the
sheer exhilaration as a hand is lowered into my lap
and a breathtaking kiss is placed upon my lips at the
same time. I can't help but think that this is torture
beyond belief! But it's also exquisite in its act! I
yearn to return the touch but my hands are bound
tightly and there is nowhere to move. My ecstasy hits
a new plateau as my love moves in closer still,
grinding my chests, rubbing nipples to explosion! My
next groan is caught in my lover's kiss. Every sense
is suddenly aware of its surroundings. My whole body
tingles as the mouth moves down away from my own and
into the crook of my neck.
I feel powerless to stop the teeth that nip at my
neck and give myself over entirely to my lover's
gentle mauling. My lover moves down my neck and
follows a line down to my nipples again. Licking them
and caressing them until they are rock hard with their
need. My lover's hand continues to rub and caress my
genitals, making me wet with desire. My lover's body
moves off of my lap and onto the floor, between my
legs. My body is pulled outward somewhat to the edge
of the seat, making me more accessible. I feel my
lover's tongue move down into my lap, licking at the
cum that has spilled onto the seat. The tongue moves
to find my most sensitive spot and caresses it. I just
don't feel I can take much more of this! My body
arches with it's desire for fulfillment. I can feel
the mouth engulf me as the tongue probes and swerels
deeper. The hands move up and down my thighs, nails
digging into flesh as excitement grows. Then one hand
reaches up and caresses a nipple just as the tongue
finally finds its sensual target. Beneath the blind-
fold my world suddenly explodes in a show of color and
light. Ecstasy! I climax into my lovers mouth, no
longer able to contain myself. Convulsions rack my
body as wave upon wave of orgasm smashes into and
through me, like waves upon the shore. My lover groans
with my climax, drinking deeply my juices until I'm
thoroughly spent. I remember nothing after that......
What was in the strawberrys? . . .
When I awaken the next morning, I'm back in my
own bed. Perhaps it was a dream.... but I don't feel
like it was a dream. I can't remember everything that
happened, or how I got home. All I remember is that
feeling of ecstasy that I experienced as my lover
brought me to final climax. I tingle all over just
thinking about it! I shake my head and laugh at the
eagerness of my body to experience those feelings
again.
I decided to get up and find something to drink.
As I entired the living room on my way to the kitchen
I stopped cold. There... sitting on the table... is a
bottle of fine champagne, a bowl of plump, sweet
strawberries, and a note with a picture addressed to
me. . . . . Written in the note is but a simple line,
" Something to keep you warm until we meet again. From
someone who loves you...."
The only problem, is that the picture was of this
really hansome looking guy, and as I stood there look-
ing at his picture thinking, I'm a guy too. . . What
the hell?!?!
was it a dream......
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