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Connections part 1 by BKB
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Connections - Part One
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The power switch was thrown and the computer revved to life. Boot-up
finished and a communications program started. Nimble fingers tapped out a
dial-up sequence as they had countless times before and a connection was made.
Teddi smiled as she made her way through the BBS and into the message section.
A subtle transformation occurred and she was no longer a thirty-ish housewife
and mother.
She was now Grimalkin, sultry minx of the message net.
Her fingers flew as she started scanning through the new mail. A handful
of banter was being tossed back and forth along with a few off-topic warnings
from the Moderator. "Same old stuff" she thought. Suddenly the screen flashed
to life as she received a new message from the one called The Gray Mouser. Her
face broke into a small grin as she wondered what was on the lusty Gray one's
mind today.
TGM> Greetings, Grimmy kitty.
"Always the same opening line" she noted with a smile.
TGM> Ever so glad you liked my latest erotic scribblings.
She chuckled softly as she recalled his latest work, an odd fable in which
a man saves a woman from a dragon and expects a sexual reward, only to
discover to his dismay and eventual doom that she is a disguised demon.
Grimalkin had penned him a reply praising his work, as per usual. "He is an
appreciative one, if nothing else" she mused and read further.
TGM> I usually would be blushing terribly at this point and dreaming up an
TGM> erotic thank-you for you, but I decided to take a different approach
TGM> this time.
The message scrolled off the screen at this point, with the usual
"More? (Y/n)" prompt at the bottom. Grimalkin pressed <Enter>, expecting the
usual dollop of literary foreplay that was the Mouser's way of saying thanks.
What she read surprised her.
TGM> Instead of the usual written tryst, I would like to try something
TGM> new. Would you care for a more personal expression of my thanks?
The rest of the screen filled with dead area and once again the "More?"
prompt appeared. She looked at the screen and laughed "Would you be coming
here?" She hit the <Enter> key and read:
TGM> Precisely. And don't laugh. I'm serious.
She gasped and said "How did you do that, Mouser?" She shook her head and
laughed again. "Probably just anticipating my reaction" she chuckled as she
hit <Enter>.
TGM> In a way. And I thought I asked you not to laugh. <frown>
"Now how did he do *that*?" she wondered as a small chill raised the short
hairs at the nape of her neck. She hit <Enter> and stared intently at the
screen.
TGM> Now then, would you care for my thanks or not? Please speak your
TGM> answer aloud.
She stared blankly at the screen, still wondering how he was doing this.
Snapping out of her trance she replied "I guess so." Again she hit <Enter>.
TGM> Excellent. Now listen closely. Very soon there will be a small noise
TGM> under your desk. Do not fear, it will be me. My only request is that
TGM> you do *not* look down for any reason. Agreed? (Again, say your
TGM> answer aloud.)
"Yes" she whispered, still not quite believing this. "How the hell is he
just going to appear under my desk?" she thought. "This has got to be a setup
for a story or something..." Her finger pressed <Enter>.
TGM> Thank you, love. Stand by...
Grimalkin's ears pricked up as she suddenly heard a faint noise from below
her, like the sound of cloth ripping. A slight breeze blew past her ankles
and she shivered slightly. She read the ensuing message:
TGM> And here I am. Now then, care for a foot massage? (Remember, DON'T
TGM> LOOK DOWN!)
"This can't be happening!" she gasped. "You're under my desk right now?"
She hit <Enter>.
TGM> Right now. Want proof? I'll remove your right shoe...
Suddenly she felt hands gently raise her left foot and slowly remove her
shoe. A cool breeze tickled her sole as her trembling hand hit the <Enter> key
again.
TGM> OOPS! I'm sorry. My right, your left. Well anyhoo, do you believe me
TGM> now? ;)
"I do" she whispered. "But how did you do this?" she asked, pressing
continued.....
TGM> A trick I learned some time ago. Remember I wrote about it in Kat
TGM> Tales? The kidskin gloves and point-to-point time-space travel?
Her mind flew back to his first erotic epic and she nodded and pressed
<Enter>.
TGM> Dear, please say your responses aloud else I won't hear them. Do you
TGM> remember, 'shades of thought' and all that? And would you like that
TGM> foot massage or not? I'm getting cramped down here... <grin>
She gave a small laugh and replied "I remember. And I would like a foot
massage very much, thank you." <Enter> was pressed again.
TGM> Very well, my dear. Please continue your reading whilst I work. :)
TGM> Grr-ya.
TGM> TGM
As she finished reading the message a pair of strong hands gripped her
bare foot and started to rub gently. "Mmmm" she purred as his palm rubbed her
sole and arch in a small circular motion. Her other shoe was quickly removed
and her foot rubbed in the same manner. She closed her eyes and leaned her
head back, enjoying the sensations. Skilled fingers rubbed her arches
sensuously then stroked across the tops of her feet. One at a time a foot was
lifted and pressed against his chest and he simultaneously massaged her foot
and ankle, pressing a soft kiss onto her big toe as he finished. Suddenly her
computer beeped angrily at her and her eyes flew open. She hit the <Enter> key
quickly to avoid being automatically logged off the board for inactivity and
read the next message, another one from the Mouser.
TGM> Greetings again, Grimmy.
TGM> I figured you wouldn't get much reading done. <wicked grin>
TGM> All done! You like? ;)
She grinned and nodded. Laughing again, she recalled his instructions and
cooed "Very much. Thank you, kind sir." She hit <Enter>.
TGM> Glad to hear it! However, I noticed some lingering tension down here.
TGM> Mind if I rid you of it? <tapping foot impatiently> :)
"If you must" she offered, wondering what the Gray one was up to now.
<Enter> again...
TGM> I must. :) I'm not one to leave a job half-done...
Grimalkin shivered slightly as his hands reached inside the leg of her
sweat pants and brushed up her left calf, carefully kneading it and easing out
the tightness in her muscles. Working his way upwards slowly his hands gripped
the sides of her thigh firmly and his palms rubbed her silky flesh. Goosebumps
raced down her leg and a familiar tingle shot through her sex. Another angry
beep from the computer woke her from her trance and she hit the <Enter> key.
TGM> Having fun yet? <grin>
"Mmmm, very much" she breathed. His fingertips circled her leg where it
met her pelvis, brushing dangerously close to her heaven. She gasped as an
electric jolt blazed through her crotch and his fingertips trailed down her
leg all the way to her foot. Another moist kiss was planted on her foot and
it was gently lowered to the ground. Her right foot was immediately lifted and
his hands slid in under her sweats, his nimble digits repeating their magic on
her right leg. She moaned slightly as his fingers brushed past her mound
again, now quite a bit damper than the last time he was here. Sensing her
heat, he reached a finger over and ran it teasingly across the elastic of her
panties right next to her slit. She drew in a sharp breath and exhaled slowly
as his fingers ran down her leg the same way as they did on the first. She
groaned softly as his lips pressed firmly against her foot and it was lowered
to the floor. Quickly she hit the <Enter> key.
TGM> That should do it, yes?
She frowned slightly and grumbled "I thought you said you weren't one to
leave things half-done." Hitting <Enter> she read his reply.
TGM> I *did* find a bit of tension higher up, but I wasn't sure I should
TGM> proceed. What say you?
With a slight groan, she answered "I say finish the job you started." She
pressed <Enter> and read to her delight:
TGM> Very well, if you insist. ;) Here I come...
Grimalkin shivered slightly as his hands entered the legs of her sweat
pants and his fingers teasingly traced up her inner thighs. She spread her
legs wider and scooted down in her chair, allowing him easier access to her
hidden treasures. His agile fingers reached her panties and traced lightly
across her steaming mound. She moaned slightly in frustration and reached down
to help guide him to her. As her hands approached, his were quickly removed
and slid down her legs. An angry *beep* sounded again and she hit <Enter>.
TGM> I would ask that you DON'T DO THAT! If you attempt to touch me again
TGM> I shall disappear and leave your task unfinished. (And that *would*
TGM> be a shame, yes?) Do you concur? <waiting...>
She nodded and said breathlessly "Yes. I'm sorry, please continue." She
scooted down further and spread her legs wider, pressing <Enter> to read his
reply.
TGM> Thank you, dear. For my part I shall try not to tease you. :)
TGM> Just lay back and enjoy. (And don't worry about the board kicking
TGM> you out. I'll try to delay it.)
"Thank you" she breathed. "Now back to your business" she urged. In
response his hands trailed up her legs again, this time reaching her soaked
junction and massaging it firmly. She cooed in pleasure as his fingers slipped
under the leg elastic and started stroking her slit with feathery touches. His
fingers gently parted her outer lips and caressed them lightly, spreading her
gathering wetness over them. Her moans increased as she felt his thumbs brush
lightly over her clit, first one than the other. Pleased with her response
he repeated the motion, dragging one thumb firmly across the inflamed bud then
lightly tickling it with the other. Her bottom wiggled in ecstasy as he
continued his dual-thumbed assault on her erect nubbin. His hands rearranged,
this time pressing one thumb firmly against her clit and rubbing it in small,
slow circles as the other flicked sideways across her pouting lips.
She moaned loudly and her hands squeezed her full breasts through her
shirt, pinching her erect nipples as her peak rapidly approached. "Ooh, that
feels sooo nice" she groaned as she imagined the flicking thumb was his
tongue, methodically thrashing her sex and bringing her to the lofty heights
of passion. Her breath caught and with a small whimper she climaxed as his
thumb probed between her lips to rest at the opening to her pussy. She bucked
forward as he continued to tickle her clit, taking his thumb inside her to the
first knuckle. Quickly she started thrusting herself onto his intruding digit,
taking it inside as far as she could. It dragged deliciously across her g-spot
and she burst into another devastating orgasm, clamping her thighs tightly
together and squealing with joy. He withdrew his thumb and tickled her clit
once more, making her convulse violently and pull back, saying "No more!" His
hands slid down her thighs, leaving cool wet trails across her smooth skin.
She opened her eyes and saw the words "NO CARRIER" at the bottom of the
screen. Gasping, she rapidly logged back in and went for the message area. She
selected "Read new messages" and another message from the Mouser appeared.
TGM> Greetings, Grimmy.
TGM> Sorry, I couldn't hold onto the line. Seems my mind was elsewhere...
TGM> ;) So, have you been adequately thanked, hrrm?
She laughed weakly and replied "Oh, yes! Thank you!" She hit <Enter> and
read:
TGM> No thanks necessary, dear. Glad I could be of service. :)
TGM> (P.S. You can look down now!)
TGM> Until our next connection...
TGM> Grr-ya.
TGM> TGM
With another small laugh she quickly gazed between her legs into the
darkness under the desk. At first she saw nothing but then she saw two glowing
blue-gray eyes staring back at her from the void. They winked playfully at her
before disappearing with a slight tearing sound and a gentle breeze. She
quickly got up and looked under the desk, finding nothing there but a single
white rose petal. She picked it up and examined it closely. In the center was
a black mark, a tiny cat's paw print. Smelling it, she breathed in its scent
mingled with the aroma of her desire, undoubtedly left behind by his active
fingers. Smiling dazedly, she returned to her seat. She continued going
through the messages, giggling when the next one in line turned out to be from
the Moderator to the Mouser.
MOD> Gray Mouser, please in the future refrain from using so much dead
MOD> space in your messages. Also, what was the story in those things?
MOD> Hey Grimalkin, what's he up to?
"If you only knew!" she laughed, sniffing the Mouser's gift again and
smiling fondly.
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"Connections - Part One"
Connections is copyright © 1995 BKB. This story may be freely distributed
by electronic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal
use.
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