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OzSteamer
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OOOOOOHHHH!!!
Hi AzureSky
~slipping on my wetsuit and jumping in OzSteamers lap
Gosh (blushes) a beautiful wetsuited girl has just jumped into my lap...but how the heck can I make a salad if she's...oh, I see!
waiting for my salad~.....Ok...now I am interested so tell me about the train travels
LOL, hmm, methinks that I *might* just have to massage m'lady into a steaming heap b'fore the salad, what say? And chatting about trains might just be a good way of sending Azure off to sleep, too (LOL, sorry)
Hi AzureSky
~slipping on my wetsuit and jumping in OzSteamers lap
Gosh (blushes) a beautiful wetsuited girl has just jumped into my lap...but how the heck can I make a salad if she's...oh, I see!
waiting for my salad~.....Ok...now I am interested so tell me about the train travels
LOL, hmm, methinks that I *might* just have to massage m'lady into a steaming heap b'fore the salad, what say? And chatting about trains might just be a good way of sending Azure off to sleep, too (LOL, sorry)
OzSteamer
Wetsuit fetish & single
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Just For Azure Sky...
(but the rest of you can read it with her permission! So ASK!)
The rocking motion of the train reminded her of the gentle motion of the last sea voyage she had taken. This time, though, she wanted a land journey, and three days abourd a slow-moving train (with plenty of highlights) looked too good to miss.
The chef was preparing her a salad - he was officially off duty, but she'd asked him specially for one. As she was going to do some diving when she got to her destination, she was trying on her new balck smoothskin full length wetsuit when there came a knock at the door and a voice: "salad's ready!"
"Um, oh, come in!" she called out, and the cook entered, a tall fellow, slim, darkish hair, blue eyes, and a quiet smile. He was wearing 'normal' clothes, not his chef's uniform, and his eyes lighted up when he saw her in her wetsuit.
'Wow! I like my women in rubber, " he blurted out, and blushed, "Um, sorry, um, your salad's ready..."
She smiled. Well, it was kind of the effect she'd hoped for. "OK, um, I'm having trouble with my zipper at the front, here"she showed one of the zippers that ran down from her neck to her just under her shoulder - there was one either side, allowing the front to fold down, sort of like a flap. This - supposedly - made swiming and other water activities easier, as well as donning/ doffing the wetsuit. SUPPOSEDLY.
This one had caught on the little tag which wetsuit manufactiurers insist on putting in exactly the right place to get caught up in the zip hasps as they closed together. In this case, it was stuck firmly, in a place where no matter how much she tried to bend her head forward to see, it was too close to her chin for her to get a good look at.
"Oh, may I help?" the cook asked.
'Sure' she said, gesturing him over to her. She stood beautiful and slim, (though she thought of herself as neither, but she was - trust me) with sort of that feminine vulnerability, combined with that rarest of accomplishments - true condfidence, not the brittle, pretend sort so many girls exhibit these days, but the quiet knowing kind that shows through when you've got it - and is most conspicuous by it's absence.
The cook tugged the wetsuit zipper down again - and the train bounced a little on the track, and the rise of her breast was obvious - she was wearing nothing under the wetsuit. She blushed. "um, sorry..." Was this guy like a lot of others? he didn't seem to be -at least he knew about trains, THAT much she was sure of, after (he felt) he had bored her to death the previous evening at the post-dinner function on the lounge car, at the rear of the train.
He smiled and said "No problem" (males really mean that, but it never reassures any female) and pushed the zipper back up, guiding it so it didn;'t catch on the tag.
"Thanks" she said. They were close now. She looked up at him - they were nearly of a height, but he was slightly taller, and she caught the angle of his head, the jawline, the face. She shivered, thinking about running her hands along it.
"Oh, the air-con's a little cold" the cook said, mis-interpreting her (males are good at that - and so are females, for that matter)
She thought "oh, no, I've stuffed up again" Confidence - or lack thereof - was her problem.
"Uh, no..."she spoke softly. the train lurched again, gently, and she contrived to fall forward into his chest.
"Careful, there, "he cautioned, smiling. "here's your salad"
"Um, can you stay a while to talk?" she asked hopefully. "Um, at least tell me what's in the salad."
He grinned "Um, the boss doesn't approve of staff 'getting too friendly' with the passengers...but I suppose it's OK! Especially if he don't find out."
She grinnned conspiritorially, and gestured to the seat. She sat down, still in her exquisite wetsuit. He noticed she had curves in all the right places, and thought "Down, boy!"
He described the elemtns of cooking, how each ingedient by itself may taste one way, but how the combination of two may produce ecstacy. Then he realised: no cutlery. "Um, well, I'm afraid it's gonna have to be finger food, sorry!"
She grinned, a distinct colour coming to her cheeks, empahisised by the black of the wetsuit.
"Um, Ok, you choose first" she indicated the salad bowl.
He picked up a cube of cheese...fetta, was it? She leaned forward to cheekily bite it out of his fingers. "hey!" he grinned "You have to wait your turn! here, have some cherry tomatoes, to keep you pleased."
He pushed them against her closed mouth and she took his wrist, and puckered her lips, pushing the ripe tomato against her lips, then slowly forcing it past and itno her mouth, then licking along his fingers, tasting the salad dressing.
The train lurched again, gently, rocking from side to side. She edged closer to him, and guided his hand to her breast, slowly standing, and settling in his lap. Even wearing a wetsuit, she could feel his erection.
They kissed, softly, and she guided his hands around her body.
"Would you like a massage?" he asked.
She nodded and kissed him again. They stood up, kissing, and he gently lowered her face down onto the padded seat. She felt his skilled fingers circle and knead her, as she lay, wetsuit tight about her, nipples erect against the soft neprene rubber fabric of the wetsuit. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own, slowly they sought her pleasure centre.
His hands circled mid-back, drawing the wetsuit tight about her breasts, then relaxing, causing a slight suction on her crotch, as the wetsuit material contracted, then relaxed. She whimpered in pleasure, a small noise in her throat "There...just there...stay there..." she whispered. He didn't speak, just deepened his strokes, as she began to feel the heat really build between her wetsuited legs.
She began to build, the passion deepening...she was melting, the hands were stimulating her back and her breasts at the same time, something she'd never felt before. Hre own hands were at her crotch, as she lay face down, she moved her rear up, to accomodate them. The muscular tension, plus the change in the wetsuit's fit meant she stimulated herself even more.
Her hands rubbed back and forth, her body shivered and her mind was oblivious to her own soft cries, as she pleaureed deeper and deeper.
She felt the tension mount, now ever higher, in a way she had never felt before "Why did I never try this?" she thought. His hands circeld and drew the wetsuit tighter, and she was driven closer and closer with each passing second.
The train's own motion, the wheel's vibration, transmitted through to the seat - faint though that was - was enough to tip her over the edge. She clenched down on herself, and clamped her teeth together trying to cum silently, as she spurted and squirted her girlcum into the crotch of the wetsuit. he merly smiled - his erection was rock hard - and pushed her face down into the cushions of the seat. She screamed uncontrollably, though muffled, her back arching, and trying to wriggle down into the very seat itself.
After several more orgasms - caused each time by the wetsuit sucking erotically at her body, as she tried to relax - her body finally let her recover...she looked at him gratefully.
To be continued?
(but the rest of you can read it with her permission! So ASK!)
The rocking motion of the train reminded her of the gentle motion of the last sea voyage she had taken. This time, though, she wanted a land journey, and three days abourd a slow-moving train (with plenty of highlights) looked too good to miss.
The chef was preparing her a salad - he was officially off duty, but she'd asked him specially for one. As she was going to do some diving when she got to her destination, she was trying on her new balck smoothskin full length wetsuit when there came a knock at the door and a voice: "salad's ready!"
"Um, oh, come in!" she called out, and the cook entered, a tall fellow, slim, darkish hair, blue eyes, and a quiet smile. He was wearing 'normal' clothes, not his chef's uniform, and his eyes lighted up when he saw her in her wetsuit.
'Wow! I like my women in rubber, " he blurted out, and blushed, "Um, sorry, um, your salad's ready..."
She smiled. Well, it was kind of the effect she'd hoped for. "OK, um, I'm having trouble with my zipper at the front, here"she showed one of the zippers that ran down from her neck to her just under her shoulder - there was one either side, allowing the front to fold down, sort of like a flap. This - supposedly - made swiming and other water activities easier, as well as donning/ doffing the wetsuit. SUPPOSEDLY.
This one had caught on the little tag which wetsuit manufactiurers insist on putting in exactly the right place to get caught up in the zip hasps as they closed together. In this case, it was stuck firmly, in a place where no matter how much she tried to bend her head forward to see, it was too close to her chin for her to get a good look at.
"Oh, may I help?" the cook asked.
'Sure' she said, gesturing him over to her. She stood beautiful and slim, (though she thought of herself as neither, but she was - trust me) with sort of that feminine vulnerability, combined with that rarest of accomplishments - true condfidence, not the brittle, pretend sort so many girls exhibit these days, but the quiet knowing kind that shows through when you've got it - and is most conspicuous by it's absence.
The cook tugged the wetsuit zipper down again - and the train bounced a little on the track, and the rise of her breast was obvious - she was wearing nothing under the wetsuit. She blushed. "um, sorry..." Was this guy like a lot of others? he didn't seem to be -at least he knew about trains, THAT much she was sure of, after (he felt) he had bored her to death the previous evening at the post-dinner function on the lounge car, at the rear of the train.
He smiled and said "No problem" (males really mean that, but it never reassures any female) and pushed the zipper back up, guiding it so it didn;'t catch on the tag.
"Thanks" she said. They were close now. She looked up at him - they were nearly of a height, but he was slightly taller, and she caught the angle of his head, the jawline, the face. She shivered, thinking about running her hands along it.
"Oh, the air-con's a little cold" the cook said, mis-interpreting her (males are good at that - and so are females, for that matter)
She thought "oh, no, I've stuffed up again" Confidence - or lack thereof - was her problem.
"Uh, no..."she spoke softly. the train lurched again, gently, and she contrived to fall forward into his chest.
"Careful, there, "he cautioned, smiling. "here's your salad"
"Um, can you stay a while to talk?" she asked hopefully. "Um, at least tell me what's in the salad."
He grinned "Um, the boss doesn't approve of staff 'getting too friendly' with the passengers...but I suppose it's OK! Especially if he don't find out."
She grinnned conspiritorially, and gestured to the seat. She sat down, still in her exquisite wetsuit. He noticed she had curves in all the right places, and thought "Down, boy!"
He described the elemtns of cooking, how each ingedient by itself may taste one way, but how the combination of two may produce ecstacy. Then he realised: no cutlery. "Um, well, I'm afraid it's gonna have to be finger food, sorry!"
She grinned, a distinct colour coming to her cheeks, empahisised by the black of the wetsuit.
"Um, Ok, you choose first" she indicated the salad bowl.
He picked up a cube of cheese...fetta, was it? She leaned forward to cheekily bite it out of his fingers. "hey!" he grinned "You have to wait your turn! here, have some cherry tomatoes, to keep you pleased."
He pushed them against her closed mouth and she took his wrist, and puckered her lips, pushing the ripe tomato against her lips, then slowly forcing it past and itno her mouth, then licking along his fingers, tasting the salad dressing.
The train lurched again, gently, rocking from side to side. She edged closer to him, and guided his hand to her breast, slowly standing, and settling in his lap. Even wearing a wetsuit, she could feel his erection.
They kissed, softly, and she guided his hands around her body.
"Would you like a massage?" he asked.
She nodded and kissed him again. They stood up, kissing, and he gently lowered her face down onto the padded seat. She felt his skilled fingers circle and knead her, as she lay, wetsuit tight about her, nipples erect against the soft neprene rubber fabric of the wetsuit. Her hands seemed to have a life of their own, slowly they sought her pleasure centre.
His hands circled mid-back, drawing the wetsuit tight about her breasts, then relaxing, causing a slight suction on her crotch, as the wetsuit material contracted, then relaxed. She whimpered in pleasure, a small noise in her throat "There...just there...stay there..." she whispered. He didn't speak, just deepened his strokes, as she began to feel the heat really build between her wetsuited legs.
She began to build, the passion deepening...she was melting, the hands were stimulating her back and her breasts at the same time, something she'd never felt before. Hre own hands were at her crotch, as she lay face down, she moved her rear up, to accomodate them. The muscular tension, plus the change in the wetsuit's fit meant she stimulated herself even more.
Her hands rubbed back and forth, her body shivered and her mind was oblivious to her own soft cries, as she pleaureed deeper and deeper.
She felt the tension mount, now ever higher, in a way she had never felt before "Why did I never try this?" she thought. His hands circeld and drew the wetsuit tighter, and she was driven closer and closer with each passing second.
The train's own motion, the wheel's vibration, transmitted through to the seat - faint though that was - was enough to tip her over the edge. She clenched down on herself, and clamped her teeth together trying to cum silently, as she spurted and squirted her girlcum into the crotch of the wetsuit. he merly smiled - his erection was rock hard - and pushed her face down into the cushions of the seat. She screamed uncontrollably, though muffled, her back arching, and trying to wriggle down into the very seat itself.
After several more orgasms - caused each time by the wetsuit sucking erotically at her body, as she tried to relax - her body finally let her recover...she looked at him gratefully.
To be continued?
OzSteamer
Wetsuit fetish & single
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Thankee one and all...100 posts and I didn't even notice!
Hi Ladybird and Hi To all...
Sorry, I've been writing a story for Azure Sky LOL, who jumped on my lap wearing an irresistable wetsuit...<sigh>, keep it zipped up, just for me?
HEY OZSTEAMER!!
You've cracked it babe... 100 posts!!
IT'S TIME FOR AN AV!!!!
Uh, oh...heck, i'd better take a couple of days over that one!
BTW: thanks to one and all...your remarks are VERY gratefully recived!
Hi Ladybird and Hi To all...
Sorry, I've been writing a story for Azure Sky LOL, who jumped on my lap wearing an irresistable wetsuit...<sigh>, keep it zipped up, just for me?
HEY OZSTEAMER!!
You've cracked it babe... 100 posts!!
IT'S TIME FOR AN AV!!!!
Uh, oh...heck, i'd better take a couple of days over that one!
BTW: thanks to one and all...your remarks are VERY gratefully recived!
Ladybird
Tart with a heart
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Hey OzSteamer... WOW!!
That was some story!!
I asked AzureSky if I could read it using mental telephahy, and she said yes.
And remember buster... we're all friends in here... so of course we congratulate each other on our achievements..
Speaking of which... I just know that none of you will forget my birthday on March 10.. right?
pigl3t... I just can't get used to this nic sweetheart.. you're no pig! Isn't there something prettier for you to choose from ? How about my hubbys name? <oops! That was bitchy Sharon! lol>
That was some story!!
I asked AzureSky if I could read it using mental telephahy, and she said yes.
And remember buster... we're all friends in here... so of course we congratulate each other on our achievements..
Speaking of which... I just know that none of you will forget my birthday on March 10.. right?
pigl3t... I just can't get used to this nic sweetheart.. you're no pig! Isn't there something prettier for you to choose from ? How about my hubbys name? <oops! That was bitchy Sharon! lol>
OzSteamer
Wetsuit fetish & single
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Hi pigl3t
Is your name supposed to be "piglet" or something else?
hmm going to take me ages to get past 100
Nah, it didn;t take me long, about a few eeks...I write too LONG (sorry for the length of my posts, guys and gals...you must get SICK of hearing about wetsuits!) and post too often. It would only take a week or two if you post one-liners (I mean not just jokes) all the time...then your 100 will come up WITHOUT too much trouble - or carpal tunnel syndrome like what I reckon I must be headin' for!
I gota go home and cook tea...ofline for quite a while, until at LEAST next week sometime!
Bye for now, and - pass it on - Azure Sky is Sexy!
Ladybird
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QuickDuck
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This the song, Azure?
At the dark end of the street
That's where we'd always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don't belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know that time's gonna take it's toll
We've got to pay for the love that we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh but our love keeps coming on strong
Steal away, to the dark end of the street
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
Oh someday
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
And when the daylight time comes around
And if by chance we walk downtown
If we should meet just walk on by
But darling, please don't cry
Tonight we'll meet, at the dark end of the street
At the dark end of the street
That's where we'd always meet
Hiding in shadows where we don't belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
I know that time's gonna take it's toll
We've got to pay for the love that we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh but our love keeps coming on strong
Steal away, to the dark end of the street
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
Oh someday
You and me, at the dark end of the street
You and me
And when the daylight time comes around
And if by chance we walk downtown
If we should meet just walk on by
But darling, please don't cry
Tonight we'll meet, at the dark end of the street
QuickDuck
God
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Just had to drag out my favourite quote from the movie....
Jimmy: Soul is the music people understand. Sure it's basic and it's simple but it's something else because it's honest, that's it. It sticks its neck out and says it straight from the heart. Sure there's a lot of different music you can get off on but soul is more than that. It grabs you by the bollocks and lifts you above the shite.
ok so it isn;t subtle... but it is true
Jimmy: Soul is the music people understand. Sure it's basic and it's simple but it's something else because it's honest, that's it. It sticks its neck out and says it straight from the heart. Sure there's a lot of different music you can get off on but soul is more than that. It grabs you by the bollocks and lifts you above the shite.
ok so it isn;t subtle... but it is true
Gil_T2
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Hi all
Azure so why does the DUCK get to see you bike scar and not all of us?
QD my bike was a Kawasaki Z1000..1977 model and definately not one of those plastic thing of today and apart from dirt bikes mine have all been up around that CC.
Ladybird...A good day shopping and I for one am looking forward to your next trip
As for great AV's check out Snork Maidens it's a really top one.
Azure so why does the DUCK get to see you bike scar and not all of us?
QD my bike was a Kawasaki Z1000..1977 model and definately not one of those plastic thing of today and apart from dirt bikes mine have all been up around that CC.
Ladybird...A good day shopping and I for one am looking forward to your next trip
As for great AV's check out Snork Maidens it's a really top one.
Ladybird
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Goot evening friends..
Azure.. I only use a webcam.. I don't have a digital camera.. but how it wish!
QuickDuck.. I couldn't agree more with you about Andrew Stong and the Commitments.. a great movie with some of the best music... I have two cassettes from the sound track and a few extra tracks.. they're becoming well worn, so my darling bro in law is going to burn them onto a cd for me, for preservation purposes..<wink>
Good old Mustang Sally hey... great music!!
Gil I've seen Snork Maidens av... I can't help but feel sorry for her really...
... fancy being fat and ugly!!
I know.... I'm just jealous... she's gorgeous!
Azure.. I only use a webcam.. I don't have a digital camera.. but how it wish!
QuickDuck.. I couldn't agree more with you about Andrew Stong and the Commitments.. a great movie with some of the best music... I have two cassettes from the sound track and a few extra tracks.. they're becoming well worn, so my darling bro in law is going to burn them onto a cd for me, for preservation purposes..<wink>
Good old Mustang Sally hey... great music!!
Gil I've seen Snork Maidens av... I can't help but feel sorry for her really...
... fancy being fat and ugly!!
I know.... I'm just jealous... she's gorgeous!
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