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Heard Any Good Ones: Part 2
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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 798525" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 15px">It's OK and safe to read. LOL..</span></span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Date: Wednesday, January 12, 2011, 9:31 PM</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"> </span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><strong><span style="color: #0d0d0d">He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice, close to my ear.</span></strong></span></span></span><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #0d0d0d"><strong>"Just relax. . . " Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing and moving upward along my calves, slowly, but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and I partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . . . "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."</strong></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="color: #000000"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="color: #000000"></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'times new roman'"></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 798525, member: 1246"] [FONT=Arial][SIZE=4]It's OK and safe to read. LOL..[/SIZE][/FONT] Date: Wednesday, January 12, 2011, 9:31 PM [FONT=times new roman][FONT=times new roman][FONT=times new roman][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Arial] [SIZE=2][FONT=times new roman][COLOR=#000000][B][COLOR=#0d0d0d]He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice, close to my ear.[/COLOR][/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE][COLOR=#000000] [SIZE=2][FONT=times new roman][COLOR=#0d0d0d][B]"Just relax. . . " Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing and moving upward along my calves, slowly, but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and I partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . . . "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."[/B][/COLOR][/FONT][/SIZE] [/COLOR][/FONT][/COLOR] [/FONT] [/FONT] [/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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