Archive-name: SpecMome/personae.txt
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Archive-title: Personal Ad -- Pam's Story


      Okay, here we go again.  From the author that brought you such
stories as "Summer Intern" and "Skiing" comes a new story...

      As before, this story is a work of fiction.  The characters,
places, and situations depicted below are figments of the author's
imagination and any resemblance to real people, places, or
situations is purely coincidental.  The author also hereby
disclaims any liability for damages to minors viewing this
material.  Any defects should be reported to the author, but the
author is not liable for any consequential commercial damages. 
This story may be distributed freely, but please distribute only
with the attached disclaimer.

One final note:  I'm trying something new here (at least new for
me).  I'm going to write two different versions of this story, one
from each actor's perspective.  Tell me how you like it...

Okay, with that out of the way, on to the story...

                      Personal Ad -- Pam's Story

      I was exhausted.  I walked off the jumbo jet, looking forward
to a nice bathtub filled with hot bubbly water.  That week in
Switzerland just drained me.  I was tired and sore and needed to
be de-stressed.  Bankers should could be jerks.  Especially foreign
bankers.  I don't think they gave me much credit because I am
female.  Of course, I really made them eat their thoughts when I
took them to the cleaners during the question and answer period of
my presentation, if I do say so myself.
      I stood and waited for my luggage, frequently slipping a foot
out of my shoe and bending down to massage it.  Finally, my bags
came around on the carousel.  I grabbed them and headed out to the
parking ramp.
      On her way home I remembered the voice ad I had left.  I
wondered if anyone had left a message.  I doubted it, but it might
be fun to call and check.
      I walked into my apartment and immediately went into the
bathroom to draw myself a bath.  I hit the play button on the
answering machine as I undressed.  And finally I called into the
voice mailbox to see if anyone had left I a message.  Beside the
usual garbage calls, there was one real message.
      I stood there, slack-jawed, as the message played.  Twice I
took the phone away from my hear and looked at it, mystified.  I
wasn't sure if this message was for real.  Seemed too perfect.
      I remembered that I was naked and there was a bath with my
name on it.  As I set the receiver on the hook I noticed that my
nipples were hard.  And it wasn't cold in my apartment, either. 
I decided that I would call him as soon as I got out of the
bathtub.
      I called around 4:30 in the afternoon, but he wasn't home from
work yet.  I had to go into to the office, so I left him a message
and hurried out the door.  I hoped to return before he got home so
that I could be there for his call.
      I took care of my business as quickly as I could and hurried
home.  I was digging for my keys outside my apartment door when I
heard the phone start to ring inside.  That drove my search into
the frantic stage.  I finally found them and dragged them out. 
They were, of course, at the bottom of my purse.  I slammed the key
into the lock and rushed into my apartment.  Whoever was leaving
a message was definitely male.
      I picked up the phone and shut off the answering machine in
one motion and greeted the caller.  It was him.  We chatted or a
little while, and then the conversation took a turn into more deep
matters.  We hit it off immediately.  He had a good sense of humor
and always seemed to make the right joke at the right time.  What
really came through was the underlying masculinity in his voice. 
He didn't have the big booming bass voice, but there was an
undeniable masculine quality to his voice that quickened my pulse. 
I sat down in the chair next to the telephone and we just talked
forever.
      And forever it was.  The next time I looked at my watch, it
was 4 hours later.  I couldn't believe it.  Time flies when you're
having fun, I guess.  I needed to get some sleep so that I could
function at the office the next day, but I really didn't want to
end the conversation.  I debated with myself a little, then decided
that I would offer to see him the next day.  I wanted to see this
guy in person.  If he was half as good looking as he sounded, I
would be extremely happy.  I suggested that we meet in a little
restaurant near my apartment building the next night.  He readily
agreed and we set a time.  To say that I was excited would
understate it a little.  Sleep wasn't too fast in coming that
night.
      The next day work seemed to drag by.  I got my work done, but
I also spent a lot of time daydreaming.  Finally, quitting time
rolled around and I left.  I went home to take a shower.  I wanted
to feel fresh for that night.  I also really needed to shave my
legs; I could have started a fire by rubbing my legs together!  And
I needed smooth legs for the mini-skirt I was planning on wearing. 
Nice black mini-skirt to show off my tan and my legs and a blue
blouse to bring out my eyes.  I forced myself to take my time
because I really didn't want to gash myself.  A band-aid would kind
of ruin the effect.
      Finally the appointed hour arrived.  I splashed on a little
perfume and walked to the restaurant.  I wasn't sure I would
recognize him, even with the description he gave me, so I was
hoping that the restaurant would be a little empty.  Before getting
to the door, I adjusted my skirt and blouse one final time, took
a deep breath, and entered the door.
      I stood in the doorway for a second to let my eyes adjust. 
I then glanced around the restaurant and immediately spotted him,
waving to get my attention.  He stood to greet me as I strode to
the back table.  He had a casual smile on his face, but there was
a little devilish sparkle in his eyes.  He extended his hand as I
drew close and introduced himself.  I shook his hand and introduced
myself.
      An electric shock coursed through me.  His grip was so firm
and gentle at the same time.  It had the self-confidence of an
athlete.  We locked eyes for a time.  I was unable to disengage his
eyes.  There was so much in them.  Especially the devilish sparkle.
      Now, I shake a lot of hands in my line of work.  Most of them
are men.  That's just the way banking is right now.  But there has
never been a handshake like this one.  I guess it's a little silly
to allow a handshake to have an effect on me, but there was so much
confidence and passion and just a little lust conveyed in that
handshake.  I honestly could feel a distinct warmth in my nether
regions.  It was also starting to get a little moist.
      Our reverie was broken by the waiter, who apparently had been
standing there for a while, interrupted and asked if I would like
a drink.  I ordered a gin and tonic and sat down.  Then there was
no stopping the deluge of conversation that we dove into.  It just
kept coming.  The food was delicious, but it really seemed to take
a back seat.  I really like that restaurant and that's why I
suggested it, but I hardly noticed the food.  They could have
served me a rubber boot and I probably wouldn't have noticed.  We
finished our meal and made ready to leave.
      One thing I noticed is that he opened the door for me.  I'm
a real sucker for a gentleman.  As we stood outside the door for
a second, he suggested that we go for a walk, perhaps around the
lake that was downtown.  I took one look at the beautiful sunset
and one look at his eyes.  I was persuaded.
      We walked to the path around the lake.  I noticed that he had
the loose gait of an athlete, which exudes self-confident.  I
started edging toward him, almost looking for an excuse to bump
into him and touch him.  To my surprise, he put his arm around me
and rested it on my him.  I was in heaven.  It felt so natural to
be there.
      That thought was interrupted by the realization that he was
turning me to kiss me.  I was totally taken off-guard and hesitated
as I felt his lips meet mine.  Then passion took over my body and
I kissed back.  I took the initiative and stuck my tongue into his
mouth.  Our tongues played back and forth.  He broke the kiss and
we stood there and looked into each other's eyes.  We proceeded arm
in arm down the path.
      The burning in my pussy told me that I couldn't wait for him
to make a move on him.  I was getting very wet, and if I didn't do
something about it soon, I would start dripping.  So I yanked him
along with me, and we made our way to my apartment building.  We
went upstairs to my apartment.  We went in and I entered the
kitchen.  I paused for a second, then turned around to face him. 
Immediately he planted a kiss on my lips.  Soon his tongue was
exploring my mouth.  I could barely moan.  He was making me so hot. 
Soon our bodies were grinding together.
      I felt his hands massage my ass.  I let him enjoy it (not that
I wasn't), but I didn't think it was quite enough.  So I reached
down and started fondling his erection through his pants.  I could
feel it against me when we were grinding together.  He sighed in
response.
      He began gently kneading my breasts.  He stopped doing that
long enough to remove my blouse and bra, letting them drop onto the
floor.  Except there was no fight with my bra clasp.  The bastard
did it with one hand!  He must have a lot of practice. 
"Impressive," was all I could think to say.  He flashed a devilish
grin and looked down at my breasts.  Then he began to play with the
sides of my breasts, slowly working inward until my nipples ached
to be touched.  Then he went outward again.  I tried to move around
so that my nipples would be in his hands, but he wouldn't let me. 
He was also kissing and nibbling my ears.
      All of this attention was making me so hot.  I started
breathing harder.  As he kissed down to my neck, one of my erotic
spots, I started moaning.  Then an electric shock hit my brain and
pussy at once.  He pinched my nipples and rolled them.  The sudden
rush of pleasure caught me so off guard that I uttered a small
shriek.  I also experienced a small contraction in my pussy.  I
began trembling and moaned again.  Finally, the pleasure waves
ceased and I slumped against him.  That was the first orgasm I've
had without anyone touching my pussy.  But that just fed the fire. 
"Enough of this...I want you now!" I told him.
      He backed me up against the kitchen table and took off my
skirt.  That ended up on the floor with my other clothes.  My
panties soon followed.  I noticed that he was enjoying the
smoothness of my legs on the way down.  He kissed my legs on the
way up, and then it was his turn to be disrobed.
      I tried to portray myself as being calm, and actually
succeeded with his shirt.  The buttons came undone pretty easily
in my fingers.  His pants were a different story.  I fumbled with
the button, and glanced up to see a hint of a smile at my
clumsiness.  I was so anxious to see what was hidden in there.  I
got the button and the zipper and yanked his pants all the way to
the floor.  I stood back up and grabbed his boxers.  They slid down
his legs quite easily.  I stood up again and looked down at his
penis.  I thought to myself, "This will fill me up nicely!"
      He started kissing down to my breasts.  He took each of my
nipples and sucked on them.  He also nipped at them.  I could feel
the roughness of his tongue as he ran it over my nipples.  I could
feel them get even harder than they were, which slightly surprised
me.  He then dragged his tongue down to my bellybutton.  His tongue
swirled around my bellybutton, then he stuck it right in.  That
excited me, but also tickled me.  What came out of my mouth was a
mix of laugh and moan.  His attention there did not last very long,
as he was already headed farther south.  In preparation for what
he was about to do, he lifted me up onto the table, seating me on
the edge.
      Once he got there, he wasted no time.  He licked his way
around my lips, making me tremble with pleasure.  He his hands
snuck up to part my lips, displaying my treasures for him.  After
a brief pause, I felt is tongue lock on my clit.  There was such
a pleasure shock that I jumped.  "Ohmigod!" I shouted, not really
caring if my neighbors heard.  He started flicking my clit with his
tongue, making me shiver and jump around so much that he had to put
his hands on my hips to steady me.  But more of that attention made
his hands ineffective.  Probably afraid that I would hurt him, he
stopped.  I was having none of that.  I threatened bloody murder
if he stopped.  He went back to work on my clit.  A couple of sucks
later and I was shaking from another orgasm.  My hips jumped all
over the table, mashing into his face a couple of times.  After the
shocks subsided, I suddenly lacked the energy to hold myself up. 
I slumped back on the table.
      After a minute or so, I feebly lifted my head to look at him. 
He was standing there, looking down at me and grinning like the
Chesire cat.  I could see the sheen on his face and chest, and I
understood that those were my juices.  I motioned for him to come
closer.  I wanted to touch him, to feel him inside of me so badly. 
But not badly enough to tease him a little first.
      I reached down and grabbed his penis in my hands and drew him
into my mouth.  I gave him a couple of long strokes, taking stock
of what he was going to feel like.  His main asset was his girth. 
I took him down into my throat a couple times more, being sure to
leave some saliva on his penis to act as lubrication.  Didn't want
to hurt myself just when we got started.
      I took him out of my mouth and dragged him onto the table by
his penis.  When he was up on the table, I shoved him on his back
and straddled him.  I aimed him and slid down the entire length of
his shaft, until our hips met.  I sat there for a moment, just
enjoying the sensation of him stretching my insides a little. 
Finally, I decided it was time to give this everything I had.  I
started moving up and down slowly.  I wanted to savor every inch
of him.  My moans started quietly, then began to build both in
speed and volume.  My hip gyrations kept pace with my moans.
      Through the fog of pleasure, I could tell that sometimes we
would get out of rhythm because I was outpacing him.  But I just
didn't care.  I kept pumping.  I could feel a huge orgasm building
up inside of me.  Along the way I was experiencing small orgasms
that would release a little of the tension.  I heard someone
screaming on each orgasm and it took a while before I realized that
it was me.  Before I really realized it, I heard him say he was
coming.  I then felt his hot liquid pouring out of him.  The
intense heat drove me out of my mind.  I said something I don't
remember, and I started trembling faster and faster until I was
almost a blur.  Then I lifted myself up and let myself plunge down
on him one final time.  I stayed in that position, just letting the
waves of orgasm overtake me.  Slowly, I was able to relax, and I
finally slumped against him.
      We laid in that position long enough to catch our breath.  I
suggested that we move into my bedroom so that we could be more
comfortable.  As we were starting to get down from the table, we
heard a creak and the table collapsed.
      I looked at the table from the pile in which we ended up.  One
of the legs had broken.  We got up and I noticed him standing
there, a sheepish look on his face as he stared down at the table. 
I whispered in his ear that it was old and it was worth it.  I then
grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bedroom.
      I didn't get much sleep that night.  Not that I really wanted
it.  He was tireless as he made love to me.  He was on top, behind,
standing...everything I could ask for and more when I couldn't form
the words.  We finally tired each other out at about 5 am.
      I made it a half day at work the next day, because I was so
tired (I claimed it was from my long trip) and also because I was
so sore.  He stretched me out pretty good.  And I enjoyed another
bath.  Half of it was spent with my hands between my legs, thinking
of his penis being there instead.  I was also making plans for our
next encounter.
      And to this day I wonder one thing about my personal ad...why
hadn't I tried it sooner?

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