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JADFE disclaimer:  M/F, Schanke, implicit (soft-core)

Just a bit of fluff I came up with one evening.  This is my
first erotica post in eons, so please be kind.

Side Dish
by Kim Colley
copyright (c) 1998

I lit her cigarette for her.  She took a deep drag off it,
then exhaled out of the corner of her mouth, away from me.
I liked the way the deep red hue of her lips hadn't paled,
the way they pursed as she blew the smoke into the heavy,
greasy air of the diner.

"I suppose I've shocked you," she said with her whiskey
voice that was driving me crazy.

"No."  I tried to match her cool tone of voice, but failed.
I ignored the failure and continued my charade.  "I've seen
a lot of wild things in this job."

She leaned across the table, her leather coat gaping open to

reveal the smooth, warm line of her breasts.  She wasn't
wearing anything underneath the leather.  I gulped and
shifted in my seat.  She laid her hand across mine.

"I promise you," she whispered, "you've never seen anything
as wild as me."

She leaned back against the torn vinyl bench seat, with a
smirk that did nothing to diminish her beauty.  She tossed
her long, silken blonde hair and took another drag off the
cigarette, flicking her tongue against it before she let it
leave her lips.  She knew exactly what she was doing to me.

I tried explaining to her exactly why I couldn't go home
with her, or any other place she might suggest, when I felt
her foot, shoeless, exploring my thigh underneath the booth
table.  Her toes moved up to stroke my cock through the thin

flannel trousers, and I began wishing they were made of
silk.  Then I wished I weren't wearing trousers at all.  It
was two o'clock in the morning, and the only other patron
was passed out at the other end of the diner.  The waitress
rested her eyes on us for a moment, then looked away,
bored.  Meanwhile, this woman was doing things with her toes

that I had never even dreamt possible.

I finally had to grab her foot and push it away.

"Listen, miss, I've told you . . . I can't.  See this
ring?"  I pointed to the third finger of my left hand.
"That means I'm taken."

"Taken."  She considered the word.  I could see her rolling
around the possibilities in her mind, could see them clearly

in my own and was beginning to miss the feeling of those
incredibly agile and sensitive toes in my crotch.

She leaned forward again.  "You know, it makes my nipples
hard when you say things like that."  She pulled my hand
towards her body.  "Let me show you."

I almost passed out at the touch of her breasts as she
guided my hand into her coat.  I know now what I did was the

wrong thing.  I should have gotten up and walked out right
then and there, hard-on or not.  But I didn't.  I let my
fingers trail over her large, swollen nipples, and felt the
bulge in my pants getting bigger and harder with every
caress.  She licked her lips and squirmed in her seat,
whispering to me across the table how wet she was, how much
she wanted to feel my fingers and my dick inside her.  I
swear, I could hardly breathe.  What I did next was an even
bigger mistake.

I put my coat in front of my lap and stood up.  We looked at

each other a full 10 seconds before she smiled and slid out
of the booth.  She leaned against me, pressing her warm body

against me as we walked out of the diner to my car and the
hotel room waiting across town.

"I promise you, Don," she whispered, "you won't regret this
night.  And I want the whole night."

"Don't you think I should at least know your name?" I asked,

then pressed her against the car door, grinding my hips into

hers as I kissed her passionately, my tongue thrusting into
her mouth in promise of what I would be giving her when we
were alone together.

When I was finally able to break away, she answered my
question.

"Just call me Mary Sue."

by Kim Colley
kcolley@kih.net