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From: [e-mail] (Jamie Byrne)
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Subject: NEW STORY: Dawn ( Chap. 1, Dawn Alone ) (f)
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Copyright (c) 1994 by J. E. Byrne. All rights reserved. Permission is given
to distribute this story by electronic means for the private enjoyment of
adult readers, provided this copyright notice and the story remain intact.

This story contains explicit descriptions of female masturbation and
male-female consensual sex. If this is offensive to you ... don't read it.

The author welcomes reader's comments and suggestions. This is my first
story. Enjoy...

...Jamie

[e-mail] (Jamie Byrne)



Chapter 1 - Dawn Alone

Dawn stepped out of the shower, dried herself, and walked back to her
bedroom to prepare for bed. She stood in front of the full length mirror
and admired her body as she let the towel wrapped around herself drop to
the floor. She was a tall, slender woman, and at age 38 still quite
attractive.

Dawn worked at the headquarters of a large corporation, where over the
years a series of promotions had landed her in a mid-level executive
position. She dressed the part, favoring conservatively tailored business
suits and jackets. Now, standing naked in front of her mirror, she felt
very divorced from that world. This was a part of herself which she tried
not to take with her when she went to the office.

Jim had transferred to corporate headquarters about a year ago. He was a
shy, somewhat reserved individual. Dawn was divorced and lived alone; Jim
was married, but rather unhappily so. He and Dawn got along well, would
occasionally have lunch together, and found themselves becoming friends.
Their relationship was strictly professional, although they both enjoyed
each other's company, and would wander into each other's office when either
felt the need for a short break from whatever the crisis of the moment was.


It was thoughts of Jim that filled Dawn's mind as she admired herself in
the mirror. She imagined that Jim was standing behind her, sharing the view
of her body. She imagined Jim's hands caressing her body as she began to
move her hands over herself.

Dawn caressed her thighs, and brought her hands up the back of her legs,
letting them rest on her hips as she watched the figure of herself turn
sideways in the mirror. Her breasts were small, with medium nipples. In her
youth, she was distressed by the size of her breasts, wishing they could be
as large as the other girls' at school. Now, as she approached middle age,
she was content with, even pleased by, her body. Her breasts were still
firm, unlike many of her contemporaries', and on weekends or evenings
around the house she often dispensed with a bra entirely. She could wear
simply a t-shirt or camisole and sweater, and felt both comfortable and
attractive without a bra to confine her breasts.

Now she brought her hands up her sides, and cupped one of her breasts in
each hand. She liked the feel of her breasts, and began to caress her
nipples with her thumbs. She also liked the feeling of warmth that began to
spread throughout her body.

She looked at herself again in the mirror, and moved her hands down to her
flat stomach. She turned slightly so that the rise of her pubic mound was
visible to her. As a teenager, she remembered feeling embarrassed by the
prominence of her developing pubic mound. Now, as a 38-year-old, she was
proud of the shape and subtle curves of her body.

Her left hand moved down, and her fingers trailed across her pubic hair.
Her pubic hair was relatively sparse, consisting of a small triangle atop
her mons, with wisps of hair trailing down both sides of her labia. There
were times when she wished for the extra privacy a thick mound of dark
pubic hair would afford, such as when she had to change in a public locker
room or disrobe for a Doctor's examination. But now she smiled as she moved
her legs slightly apart and enjoyed the view of her labia.

Dawn's right hand moved up and across and cupped her left breast, and her
left hand probed further down toward her vulva. She shivered slightly as
she pulled her nightshirt on, slipped into her bed, and turned out the
light. As she lay in bed in the dark she again thought of Jim, and imagined
him laying beside her and caressing her body with his hands.

Dawn closed her eyes, turned onto her back, and drew her own hands the
length of her body. She felt her breasts through her nightshirt, and her
right hand trailed down to her inner thigh. She enjoyed the warmth and the
touch, and her fingers were soon moving over the length of her labia. Her
left hand slid under her nightshirt and grasped her right breast. She moved
her thumb around her right nipple and lightly pressed her nipple between
her thumb and fingers. She then caressed first her right, and then her
left, nipple with the palm of her left hand.

Feeling more aroused now, she drew her knees up and apart, transferred some
saliva to the fingers of her right hand, and slid a single finger between
her outer labia until it rested lightly over her clitoris. She imagined
that Jim was making love with her, and her right hand began to move faster.
She was aware of the growing moistness of her vagina, and slid her finger
down from her clitoris into her vaginal opening to obtain more lubricant.
She repeated this several times, and was now rapidly massaging her clitoris
with three fingers. She positioned her index and ring fingers on either
side as her moistened middle finger began to caress the tip of her
clitoris.

Dawn's hand moved faster and faster as her climax approached. Suddenly, her
left hand tightened around her right breast, her whole body arched upward,
and she let out a series of audible gasps as the spasms of her orgasm
passed through her body. She turned onto her side, pulled the covers over
her shoulder, and fell into a deep sleep.

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