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                 My Story
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I don't have a lot of erotic tales in my experience, but when I told Eros
a bit about this story, he insisted that I type it up, then upload it
to I.T.S.  Nothing I can write can properly describe what happened to
me, but I'll try to tell you about my most exciting encounter, and I
hope you'll understand and appreciate...

Four years ago, when I was 23, I was pretty much high-and-dry
as far as girls went.  So, I found myself sitting in a downtown "Meet
Market", trying to find somebody.  I wasn't really there just looking for
a one-night stand, though.  I wanted something a little deeper than that.

I didn't find my deeper relationship that night.  But what I did find
was so incredible that I still have trouble believing it really did happen.

I arrived at the "Meet Market" rather early.  Like, eight o'clock.  I suppose
that's some indication of my desperation!  But, you know how it is when
you're 23 and un-attached!  You start looking at girls that you normally
wouldn't even CONSIDER!

At first, I had my eye on a girl in one of the little nooks against the
back wall.  I'd watched her raise her eyes to a few guys who'd walk past,
but they didn't react.  She was at least part American Indian -- I remember
that well.  I found that intriguing.

While I was trying to get up my courage to approach her, another girl
plunked herself down in the bar-stool right beside me.  I gave her a quick
glance, and decided that I didn't have a chance in hell with her.  She was
attired in a slinky evening dress which outlined her spectacular proportions
in a way that rang a bell in my head.  But what could I do?  She'd never
talk to me!  Or so I thought.

She pulled out a cigarette.  "Y'have a light?" she asked.  With puppy-dog
eagerness, I whipped out my lighter.  She turned it over in her hands,
inspecting it.

"Nice lighter," she observed, and lit her cigarette, taking a long, satisified
haul.  I grinned foolishly and recovered the lighter.

She looked me up and down and then (to my annoyance) looked around the bar.
As it happened, the bar was virtually empty.  (This was, after all, just
after 8 o'clock)  So she turned back to me and stunned me.

"This place is dead.  Shall we go back to my place?"

I put on my best smile and nodded.  "You didn't come here by car, did you?"
I asked.  No, she hadn't.

We drifted out of the bar, making the lamest possible small-talk.  When we
got to my car (a beat-up Chev Nova), I held open the door for her.  And
it seems that it was HER turn to be stunned!  She looked at me like I was
some kind of alien from another planet -- and then smiled.

I got in to the car and started it up (after three tries).  I started
driving out of the down-town core when it occured to me to ask her where
she lived!  But instead of asking that, I said, "Say, you don't happen to
like water-beds, do you?"
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As soon as I'd said that, I hated myself.  I mean, the purpose of this
whole escapade was obvious enough, but I'd made the mistake of actually
COMING OUT AND SAYING IT!  I felt very un-cool at that moment.

She didn't seem annoyed, though.  She said, "Do you HAVE one?"  I could
see she wasn't going to let my lack of sauveness stand in the way.

"Why, yes!" I exclaimed.

"Ah ... I don't believe you," she said.

I'm not a total fool.  I said, "Well, let me show you!"  And I turned the
car towards my place.

When we got there, I raced around the car to, once again, hold open the door
for her.  She gave me an extremely peculiar look.

I led her to my apartment.

My hormones were running high as I showed her around my place.  I pointed
out the interesting posters and talked briefly about the quality of my
stereo.  I was looking for an opening.

Finally, I decided to dive right in.  She was looking at a cartoon I had
on my wall when I said, "You wanted to try out a water-bed?"

As I said that, it seemed that time had stopped.  I had cast my die, as it
were, and now I could really LOOK at her.

And now, I must tell you what I saw.  I'd been in a bashful, self-conscious
daze until then.  But now I knew just who I had with me.

Sarah was her name.  I'd discovered that during the drive.  And she was
a vision straight from my most exciting wet dreams.

I can only describe her as "extreme".  She had curly, permed hair down to
her shoulders.  It was bleached, with her original brown just barely showing
at the roots.  She had a small mouth with hungry lips that seemed to beg
for a kiss.  And looking down, collosal breasts straining against her
evening dress.

And a tiny nose.  This might seem like an odd reflection, but I strongly
recall thinking that her kissable lips would not be obstructed by her
nose.  What can I say?

The rest of her was marvelous.  Her dress didn't hide the lovely lines
of her body.

But she still was "extreme", in other ways.  Her skin was incredibly
pale.  She wore dark make-up around her eyes, and very red, iridescent
lip-stick.  The effect was so unusual as to be exotic.  When I looked
at her face, framed in that over-bleached hair, all I could see was
those eyes and those lips...

Well, I led her into the bedroom.  She lay down on my water-bed and
bounced around a bit.  She said that it was very comfortable.

I then said, "I wonder if it can hold two people?"  Hardly an inspired
comment, but it did get me on the bed with her.
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Once I was on the bed, though, something snapped in my brain.  I said
to myself, "Stop fooling around!"  And within a moment, I was on top
of her.  Our lips met and there was no more pretense.

I eagerly fondled her as we kissed.  But suddenly, she slid out from under
me and moved to the end of the bed.  I lay back, confident that whatever
was going to happen was going to happen.

Sarah rolled of the bed and stood up.  I watched her appreciatively.
She studied my face for a moment, then slipped off the shoulder-strap
of her dress.  Encouraged by my smirk, she tossed off the other strap.

As the top of her dress fell away, I affixed my eyes on her brassiere.
It wasn't one of those frilly numbers, though.  Her heavy breasts needed
something substantial to tame them!  She gyrated a little, gave me a
bit of bump-and-grind.  I stared and enjoyed.  If she wanted to give me
a strip-tease, I was only too happy to lay back and endure!

With a quick motion, she unclasped her bra.  I tried to be cool, but I
couldn't help but take a deep, noisey breath as I watched two enormous
tits spring into view.  Full -- ever so full! -- softly rounded gems
of perfection they were!  As she moved, they swayed and rippled, each with
its own motion.

Suddenly, I realized that I was sitting straight up.  I lay back down
against the pillows, but my fake smile had been destroyed.  I was now
openly staring at those two incredible orbs before me.  I don't remember
whether or not my tongue was hanging out!

She smiled again, knowing that she had me entranced.  With a little
wiggle, she shook off her dress, and stood before me, naked except for
her panty -- a tiny white wisp of silk.

I held out my hand, beckoning her to re-join me on the bed.  She sat
down on the edge.  Then:  I don't know if she'd forgotten this was a
water-bed, but she suddenly seemed to lose her balance and flopped
down across me.  Whatever the case, I suddenly had my arms full of the
most incredible woman I'd ever seen!

I lost control!  In a flash, I was on top of her with my face buried in
her incredible boobs, sucking, squeezing, licking for all I was worth!
Her nipples, hot-pink beauties, instantly hardened as she sighed in
pleasure.

I started stripping my clothes away desperately, but I was trying to do
that without removing my face from that incredible warm wonderland.  And
if you've never tried doing that on a waterbed...  Well, by the time I
was finished we were lying side-by-side.

Eventually, I got down to my jockey shorts and clambered back on top of
her.  With great effort, I pulled myself away from those delicious globes
and simply held her close, gazing at her face.

Oh, such a lovely head rested against my pillow!  Her curly hair -- so
blonde as to be almost silver -- surrounded those exquisite features.
Those deep dark eyes.  An adorable button nose.  That small, moist,
mouth, with open, tantalizing lips.
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I squeezed her tight as we kissed long and deep.  As she squeezed back,
her hips set up a rocking motion in the water-bed.  We sailed blissful
seas as the kissing went on...

A timeless eternity passed.  Then I felt one of her arms leave my back
and push between us.  Her hand starting heading for my crotch and I
became suddenly aware that the tip of my cock was sticking out of the
top of my shorts, as if ready to start without me!

She grabbed the tip -- just as much as was sticking out -- and squeezed
it gently.  I nearly came right then!  But I merely gasped and held
her tighter.  Perhaps a little too tight, because her half-closed eyes
snapped open as her breath left her.

We half-rolled and lay side-by-side, again.  I pulled one arm from
beneath her and sent it on its voyage to her panty.  I pushed a single
finger between her legs, on the outside of the silk, and she spread
a little.  I lovingly stroked her wetness and tickled the insides of
her thighs.

Both of us were panting like marathon runners as I moved my hand up
and pushed down her panty.  There was a quick, frantic motion as
we tossed our remaining clothing off our bodies, then rejoined the
embrace.

My cock was pounding so much that it hurt like hell!  But all I could
think about was the sensations of my meat pressed into her hot,
dripping crotch, the delectable softness of her tits against my
chest, and the wetness around our mouths as our tongues probed deeply.

I was ready to explode!  I was trying desperately to think of some way
to prolong this ecstasy, when suddenly she slid out from under me,
dropping me face-first!  I rolled over and looked at her with questioning
eyes.  She merely arched her eye-brows at me, and a wicked little grin
flashed on those ruby lips.

She scuttled back (carefully -- this was a water-bed!) and took hold
of my penis at the base, looking at it appreciately.  Like it was some
kind of work of art or something!  Then she pursed her lips and stuck
out just the tip of her tongue.  She looked up at me, and though I
didn't (couldn't!) say anything, my ragged breathing appeared to
satisfy her.  She touched her tongue just under the crown of my cock.

I shouted out!  Something like "Hooooooowee!"  I can't remember!  Then
I managed to utter the word, "Easy".  But she'd changed position, again.
She was on "all-fours" -- no small feat on a water-bed!  She leaned
forward and those big, soft, boobs brushed against my cock.  She wasn't
using her hands.  Just pushing herself against my crotch!  My cock
eased its freight-train pulsing and settled back into a very pleasant
kind of hard-on.

We clasped, once again.  I rubbed my hard rod against her cleft, listening
carefully to the increasing rapidness of her breathing.  And as I was
exploring her neck, nibbling lightly, she said, ever so quietly, "Now..."

I wriggled my crotch a little, teasing her.  "No," I said.  She moaned.
"Now..." she breathed.  "Uh-uh," I said.  "MMmmmnnn, pleeease!  Give
me cock...  I. Want. Your. Cock."
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Enough teasing, already!

I eased my cock into her juicy furnace-hot love slot.  She exhaled in
a long sigh, then bit me, quite hard! on the shoulder.  That made me
change gears, so to speak, and I started pumping my hips.  The water-bed
started rocking violently with the motion until she started pushing
back.

The universe dwindled until there was just the two of us, grabbing and
panting, heaving and banging.  She was letting out little musical
sighs in rhythm.  I was making counter-point with my own rhythm:
(thrust) "Yes!" (thrust) "Yes!" (thrust) (pause) (thrust) "Oh, YES!"

The fuses in my head were lit and burning down for the final explosion.
Everything was her and she was everything!  Her nails raked my back
and the ecstatic beat continued!  Through the noise and lights and
fireworks in my brain I was dimly aware that she was saying a string
of words like "Oh cock oh cock oh cocky cocky yes oh give it yes oh
yes oh yes oh ooh Ohhh OOOHHHH!"

Her body was convulsing and it was the moment of truth.  Skyrockets
went off, the walls caved in, and I was coming Coming COMING!  My cock
pumped its potion and gained yet more strength to pump some more!  And
yet more!  I couldn't believe!  And then the crashing subsided.  The
tide of lust slowly ebbed.  I thrust a few more gentle strokes, and
we lay together, my cock still inside her, satisfied and warm.

We cuddled for some time after that, whispering gentle silly words.
Touching lightly and enjoying each's others ... presence.  I could have
stayed in that bed with her for eternity.  But eternity wasn't mine.
Sadly for me, she asked me to take her home.

Well, I asked her for her phone number, and she gave me one.  But I
later discovered it to be a wrong number.  I took the hint:  "It's
been lovely, but no."

So, the next week, I was back at the "Meet Market".  Ah, well.
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