Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Get Well (MF, rom)
Date: 24 Sep 1995 04:55:30 GMT

			       Get Well
			  A FineHands story

	The door closes with a slam. Startled I turned around and see
you there, lovely as always except that this time you are soaked from
head to toe. The dripping of water from your dress and the eaves of
the house is punctuated with a loud sneeze from you. putting down the
pan from the stove top, I guess you left your umbrella at work.
January rains are the absolute worst, and this one seemed to have
soaked you to the bone. "This sucks," you exhale as another sneeze
explodes from your nose. "Come here sweetheart," I start, "let's get
you out of these clothes."

	Removing your coat and dress, I point you to the bathroom and
start to draw you a hot bath. You sit on the toilet and blow your nose
as the bath oils enter the cascading water. Unsnapping bra your
breasts spring free, and they seem to sigh with the release. The tub
is now full and the glistening bubbles shine in the candle light that
I have lit for you.

	As I turn to face you, you sit there with your hands between
your knees and look up into my eyes sadly. "I guess you are getting it
bad eh?" Taking your hand I lift you to your feet, pull your black
thigh high panties down and help you into the snapping bubbles.

	You groan as you slip beneath the waves and let the hot liquid
caress your aching muscles. Seeing that you are safe and relaxing, I
kiss you on the forehead and head for the kitchen to prepare you a cup
of hot chocolate. On my way there I stop and flick on the stereo, and
selecting a jazz CD, I start the music. The soft crooning of a
saxophone drifts from the speakers and begins to fill the rooms with a
relaxing melody. Branford Marsalis... "Perfect," I think, "everything
tonight has to be for helping Lori feel better."

	After the hot chocolate is steaming, I place a small shot of
Godiva chocolate Liqueur into the cup and take it into you.

	As I walk into the bathroom you glance at me and smile for the
first time tonight. "Thank you Fred, you always know how to make my
day." At that I lean down and kiss you, then place the cup in your
hands. You bring the cup to your lips and sip at the drink. Bringing
it back down it leaves a brown mark on your lip, and I grin at the
sight.

	"I think I'm finished now sweetheart," you say as you start to
get out of the water. The color has begun to flow back into your skin,
taking on the healthy color of a pale pink rose. Not wanting for you
to catch a chill I bring my heavy cotton robe about your shoulders. I
laugh at the stray bubbles from the bath that has clung to your
nipples and after hanging there for a moment drops to the rug.
Bringing the robe together around you we walk into the living room and
I sit you before the cracking fire.

	Sitting behind you I start to massage your shoulders. This
brings about a soft moaning almost like a contented kitten from you.
My fingers knead your flesh beneath the robe as the fire casts a warm
glow on your perfect skin. You turn your head around, kiss my cheek
and ask me for one of my massages. Never being able to refuse you
anything, (especially if I like it myself) I place a pillow on the rug
by the fireplace and lay you face down. The saxophone on the stereo
hits a high note as I slip the robe from your shoulders and lay it
across your wonderfully curved ass. I rub my palms together both for
effect, and so it will lessen the chance of them being too cold for
your warm skin. "Just right,: I think, and lower them to your waiting
neck. Your flesh greets my fingers and welcomes them with its own soft
warmth. My fingers ply into your neck muscles digging deeply to find
the knotted flesh.

	Slowly my fingers fan out around the back of your neck and
beneath both of your ears, rubbing gently, working your skin, drawing
small circles with each finger in it's place. Moaning in acceptance
you raise your arms and place your head on them, cradling it and
leaving your sides open. I take my hint now and lower my hands to
your shoulder blades feeling the comparison of bone and firm soft
flesh on my finger tips, then begin working your back muscles feeling
all the kinks that developed there softly unknot. Placing my thumbs on
each side of your spine and fanning my fingers across to your sides, I
knead the flesh there. Feeling your skin makes me sigh also. Never
have I seen such perfect skin, so pliable, so willing to reach back
and caress my fingers in return for their hard work. Lower now I go to
your lower back and the top of your ass. This is an especially
beautiful area of your body and I lower my lips and place a kiss on
the top of your ass. You make an approving noise in return, and I give
you a playful lick at the top of your ass crack, which brings a
UUUUUMMMMMMM from you.

	I grasp a handful of ass cheek in each palm and begin to knead
them. You have such a lovely ass that I give extra time to their
welfare and run my plying fingers round and round. Soon the unexpected
happens. I notice that wonderful familiar musky perfume which signals
your warmth. Opening your legs slightly I see that indeed moisture is
creeping from your folds. Your legs spread more, and you whisper,
"Lower darling, I need you." Not wanting to deny you anything that
might make you well, my fingers run between your legs and start to
tickle you where your outer lips meet your inner thighs. This causes
your legs to close quickly trapping my hand next to your damp pussy.
"Ahhh," you gasp as my captured hand makes good use of it's
confinement and rubs up and down your soft folds. With a moan your
legs open again, and I place a finger inside your lips. Feeling your
wetness, and your heat I run my finger down to the hidden pearl of
your clit, and then back up to tickle once again your anus.

	"Please take me." you growl, "I need you now." Not being one
to deny a sick person a wish I open my robe and your hand reaches back
and gives my cock a stroke. "Ooohh yes, I want it." Still lying on
your stomach you spread wide and I move in closer. My cock parts your
lips, and I slide it up and down in your moist heat feeling the nectar
of your loins greet my rod.

	When I think I have been lubricated enough, I push slowly into
your pussy. Having no part of that, you raise your ass quickly and I
am engulfed into you in an instant. "AAAAaaaahh," we both gasp
instantly, to this day I swear that I have never had a feeling like
this. There has never been a pussy that felt like yours. Like we were
meant for each other. Two pieces of a puzzle which fit perfectly.
Quickly you lower your hips to the rug, and again up to meet me. You
are intent on creating as much heat as possible, wanting that fast
orgasm. Taking the hint I grasp your hips and pull you to me.

	Faster we move, feeling the heat build, the pressure rise.
Your ass cheeks meeting my thighs, my balls swinging to the tempo of
our thrusts. Soon I feel the contractions I know all too well inside
of you. Moving my hips faster I try to make the same pace as you.
Wanting to arrive and cum with you. Our pace is reaching a crescendo,
and in an instant I feel you pause slightly, and your inside muscles
contract holding me. At that time my body also contracts and a stream
of my hot seed erupts into you. "Uuuuungnnnnngggggggggggg," we both
gasp, our muscles twitching and our hips still making grinding
motions, milking the last of the feeling from each other.

	I slowly lower you back to the rug, being careful not to
disengage myself from you. Then rolling over to your side you draw me
to you and we embrace, then kiss. Reaching down I pull the crumpled
robes up over our bodies, and we lie there feeling the fire bake our
after glow. "Maybe we can both call in sick tomorrow," I say. You just
smile and kiss me again as we both fall asleep with the cracking fire
and soft jazz playing a serenade for us.

			       The End