Anticipating Brett

September 2, 2015 Wednesday
Date: Wed Sep 2, 2015 1:51 PM 
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: Re: The verge
Hiya Brett!  Hope this warm Wednesday finds you well.   
It was fun to talk.  The hour flew by.  So happy to hear you enjoyed it also.  
Only about 46 hours until we hug.  Looking forward to a fun Friday with you.
-S
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Date: Wed Sep 2, 2015 4:30 PM 
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The verge
Sassy,
Ahh, I feel so young again…like a child anticipating an upcoming event for which I just can’t bear the wait.  
I think I’ve figured out the name thing…let’s see if you go along with it.  I will call you Sassy, but I will pronounce it with a bad heavy French accent (sass EEE), so it will sound somewhere between sexy.  Casual listeners on hearing will have hints of both but won’t be able to put an exact finger on it and it will remain our wonderful mystery….and you can stay in “our world” and lose yourself from the normal day to day.
…so he bent closer, and knowing her body even better than she knew herself, whispered softly in her ear…no language she knew, but the gentle voice of passion…and she understood.
brett
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Date: Wed Sep 2, 2015 10:58 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: Re: The verge
Hiya Brett,  
Hope you had a lovely evening.  
I’m just home from helping with a community project event.
Ah…anticipation.  Tough to wait but great to feel tantalized, and have the goal in reach.  37 hours now.
Thank you for taking my Sassy side in good way!  You are creative! 
You make me melt with your beautiful words!  My imagination takes off to a quiet place with you naked and spins out quite a tale of passion,  with a side of laughter and satisfaction! 
Friday…noon…soon…
Sweet sexy dreams!  Mwah!
-S
Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android


First Call w/ Brett

September 1, 2015 Tuesday

Date: Tue Sep 1, 2015 9:47 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: Re: The call
I will call you at noon!  So excited!
Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
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12 noon 
I went to a private office, shut the door and called the phone number Brett had given me.  We spent a wonderful hour talking, laughing, flirting.  He is very nice, very low key.  No red flags.  Yay!  We figured out that we could meet on Friday at PF Changs for lunch, since I have the day off.  Double yay!!  
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Date: Tue Sep 1, 2015 1:48pm
From: Brett 
To: Sassy
Re: The call
Sassy,
I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed talking to you today and I’m really looking forward to Friday.
brett


Sharing the Fan

August 31, 2015 Monday

Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 12:02 AM 
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: The Fan
The Fan
He couldn’t believe he was doing this.  His friend had talked
him into reading at Stone Soup Poets open mike.  One of the
stories.  It was for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was doing
it, but it still made him feel vulnerable and exposed.  He
read and paused, as appreciative sighs filled the room, and
knew it would be alright.  He noticed this woman, standing in
the back against the wall.  Staring right at him.  He felt like
he was reading to her, and that she felt it, too.  He finished,
and a crowd gathered around him to chat and congratulate and
fawn and cluck.  He searched the room for her, but she had gone.
He listened to the other artists awhile, but couldn’t get the
hazy image of the woman out of his mind.  Finally, he slipped
out the side door and started toward the train.  She spoke as
he passed, startling him.
       “Your story was…special.  It touched me.”  She almost
whispered into the night air.
       “Thank you,” he said, automatically.  Brilliant.  He tried
to make out her face in the dim light of the street lamp.
       “It made me…want to know you,” she sighed, almost as if
she hadn’t wanted to admit it. He was sure his mouth hung open at
that point.  He remembered himself in a few seconds, and decided to
be flip.
       “So, what did you want to know?”  He quipped, not really
expecting her to answer. She looked away, then surprised him.
       “What it would be like to inspire you.”  He gulped in air.
There didn’t seem to be enough air to fill his burning lungs.  He
realized that somehow, in the last minute, something had passed
between them.  It scared him, but drew him to her.
       “Can I walk you to the train?”  He asked her.  She seemed
to consider it carefully, then stepped forward and took his arm in
silent acceptance.  He felt her breast against his arm and wondered
if he could remember how to walk.  He managed.  He thought she would
ask him mundane questions, quiz him about his story or his life.  She
was silent, seemingly deep in thought, walking in step with him.
       He wanted to see her face, but she was beside him so he could
only take in her long hair, swinging around her, and how she seemed
just the right height to walk with him, and how her chest moved with
each step.  They passed a pottery shop and she paused briefly to
glance at the brightly colored bowls.  Suddenly, she yanked him into
the dark doorway, and pressed him against the stone of the building.
He felt the cold against his back, then the heat of her in front,
as she wiggled to fit her body to his.  Then she put her lips within
a hair of his, and stopped.  This seemed to be quite a distance for
her initiative to take her, but not quite there.
       He cursed the lack of light.  He couldn’t see her eyes.  But
it didn’t seem to matter, he was taking her invitation and sinking
his tongue into her mouth before he realized he’d decided to do it.
He felt as hard as the stone against his back, and knew she felt it
too by the breath she took when he raised his head momentarily.  She
worked her hand under his shirt, and put his hand on her breast.
They teased each other’s nipples, nipping at necks and ears and noses.
Smiling into each other’s mouths as their breathing raged out of
control.
       This was crazy.  He didn’t know this woman.  He knew
nothing except she liked his writing, that she had understood
the call in it.  And that she felt so right in his arms.  It
was nuts, but it made sense to him.  He’d find out the other
stuff later, if it became important.  He was startled back to
the present by her hand at his belt.  Oh, my god.
       She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and
whispered in his ear.
       “I don’t…I mean, I haven’t…ever…without…” she
couldn’t seem to say it, but he knew she was trying to justify
this wildfire burning between two strangers in a dark doorway.
       “I know,” he murmured, hugging her even closer.  That
seemed to settle it.  She undid his belt, and slipped her hand
inside his clothes to touch him.  He thought he’d pass out.
She rubbed him just the right way for longer than he thought
he could endure.  He knew he should be touching her, but could
not summon the brain power beyond savoring her touch.  She
removed one hand to her pocket, he heard a rip, then she was
taking his sex from his pants, and covering it with latex,
and leading him to a ledge deeper in the doorway.  She stretched
out on the stone, and pulled him down over her, into her.  The
combination of the time and place and strangeness and the latex
set him off almost immediately.  He pounded her into the stone,
without thought of her soft body.  She met his every thrust,
moaning in his ear.  He felt the pulsing, the searing heat, and
filled the plastic, thinking of filling her.  She clenched him
deep inside.  His mind clung to every detail as he realized he
would desperately need to write about this later.
       They clung to one another forever.  Then sat close to
each other on the ledge as they righted their clothes.  There
seemed to be so much to say, and yet nowhere to start.  He
finally took her arm, and they continued toward the train. He
thought he should be panicking, but couldn’t get beyond the
amazing afterglow.  When they reached the platform, he expected
her to disappear like the dream she seemed to him.  She chewed
her lip.  He feasted on seeing her in the light.
       “I need to know more.”  She whispered, a pleading look
on her face.
       “Yes.” It was all he could say.  It seemed enough.
       “Take me home with you.”
       “Yes.”
       “Let me inspire you.”
       He moaned and rolled his eyes.  Then the train rumbled
into the station and they boarded locked arm in arm.
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 8:48 AM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Fan
Sassy,
Do you ever imagine yourself in these situations?  I presume so…I may not be so bold as these…but I guess that’s the magic of fantasy.
brett

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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 9:36 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Fan
Good morning!   Hope your week is off to a grand start.  I’m at the doctor with my mom.  They think she has shingles.   Ugh.
I imagine myself, but I don’t see it happening in real life.  My Sassy side would want to, but the demure lady would keep me from doing it.

I have had some adventures outside but that’s a story for another day.
-S
Sent from Yahoo Mail on Android
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 1:00 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Fan
People
Sassy,
The week is indeed off to a grand start.  I solved a work related mystery this morning that could have taken a long time to find, but I nailed it in about 1 hour.  Also, the program that I ran on Friday had very positive results.  So good so far, my machines are cooperating.
How is your Mom? I hope she doesn’t have shingles as I hear it can be painful.  That’s one that I will get a vaccine for.
Do you drink alcohol at all?  Some people do not and I am ok with either a yes or no answer.  I do not drink a lot, but might have a beer or glass of wine with my meal or after a round of golf.  
brett
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 4:48 PM
To: Sassy
From: Brett
Re: The Fan
Hiya Brett! 
Glad to hear you’re having work victories.  I didn’t get in until 11 am so I’ve been playing catch up all day.  I finally feel like I can stop for the day.  
Mom does have shingles and probably has for awhile.  She’s in a lot of pain.  She has a bad back, so she thought it was just more of the same.  I’m disappointed that her assisted living nurses didn’t find it earlier but I suppose that’s too much to expect? She had the vaccine but the doctor said it’s not perfect.  They gave her anti-viral meds and lidocaine patches, so she should start to feel better.  
Interesting that you ask about booze.  I can’t drink alcohol.  I can’t take cough syrup with it.  Or eat rum cake.  Sadly, it makes me barf.  So I am always the designated driver and a crusader for festive non-alcoholic drinks.  I’m glad you can enjoy it!  
Would it be possible to talk on the phone at some point? I find hearing a man’s voice and communicating in real time can be quite pleasant and add a lot of pieces to the puzzle. 
I am feeling very frisky… thinking about sitting you down in a big soft chair, sitting at your feet and working my magic on you.  
-S
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Date: Mon, Aug 31, 2015 11:08 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
Subject: The call
Hi Sassy,
Just got back from golf.  We all went out for sushi after the usual 19th hole get together.  
Sorry about your mom but at least knowing helps a little.  Hopefully they’ll be able to manage the pain without overdoing the meds.
That’s interesting about your reaction to alcohol.  Has it always been this way?  It’s fine with me, I don’t need it at all.
Indeed we can talk on the phone.  I certainly don’t want to converse from home and I think perhaps it’s better not to call from work.  I have a cell phone, and I really don’t like talking on it (much prefer texting) but if I use the bluetooth in the car, then using it is tolerable.  Talking to you would be a real treat for sure.  A good time might be around lunch.  I will finally get to hear what sultry sounds like.
Just to get the ball rolling, I will suggest 12:00 tomorrow (considering you are so frisky).  Let me know if thats a good time and it’s not a problem to change if it doesn’t work for you.  My cell number is [redacted]
…he knew she was ready, but he wanted to extend the pleasure….
brett


Sharing The Storm

August 30, 2015 Sunday

Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 12:24 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject: The Storm
The Storm
He made it inside just as the first thunder clap sounded.  BANG!  It started to pour as he walked past the living room windows.  Wow. That was close.  He loved thunderstorms!  He was very tempted to stand outside to watch the storm.  Maybe even dance in the downpour.  But there was something more important he had to do. 
He knew where to find her.  He shed his clothes as he made his way to the bedroom and sure enough, there was this lump the size of a person under the blanket. He rubbed where he thought a leg might be, and a slight whimper filtered out through the covers.  There was a crash of lightning and another big boom, and she shrieked. 
“It’s okay.  You’re okay.  I’m here,” he said calmly, trying to be soothing.  He crawled into the bed next to her.  She clung to him and wrapped herself around him, burying her head in his chest, trembling.  He couldn’t believe she was still such a wuss about thunderstorms.  She was so brave about almost everything else. 
But he knew how to distract her.  He put his hands on her back and rubbed gently.  He explored up and then down, surprised that she was naked.  He pressed her ass so that she fit tightly against him.  She moaned sweetly when she felt him hard against the top of her leg.  She shifted her head up and grabbed his head with her hands, kissing him frantically.  He slowed her down a bit, pressing his tongue into her mouth at a leisurely pace and making more soothing noises. 
“We have plenty of time…” he pointed out, squeezing her breast and teasing the nipple.
“Fuck me,” she whispered fiercely.  It sent a shock wave through him.  He loved it when she talked dirty to him.  Everyone else saw her as an ultra-polite, demure lady.  Only he knew about the wild girl inside.  She was turning the intense fear into another emotion, putting it to good use.  Smart girl.  
“Yes, ma’am…” he chuckled.  He hugged her, pondering which position would be best. 
“Fuck me now,” she urged him. She wasn’t going to let him go slow today.  She flattened him onto the bed, straddled him and pressed him close, shifting her hips to rub him against her.  He could feel her dripping already.  It made him a little crazy.  He shifted slightly and she took him inside her and began to move.  Up and down she went.  He put a hand on her hip and one on her breast, twisting, teasing…
He knew her inside and out, as much as any person can know another.  But it never stopped surprising him how tight and hot she was, how he fit inside her like a sculptor had made him to be there and made her to make him feel so incredible every single time.  When he first touched her as a green boy, he realized that she was different.  He had felt an emotional connection for ages, but when they finally kissed, he felt a physical connection to her that he never felt again in his life.  Special, comfortable, exciting… and at times, inflammatory.  Chemistry.  That had never changed.  He thought he would get tired of her, stop thinking about her, stop wanting her… but it never happened.  Sometimes it drove him crazy, when he couldn’t get to her.  When he could and he couldn’t get inside her fast enough.  But it was the best kind of crazy… it made him feel alive.  Kept him young.  Made them both happier than anything or anyone else.  And the most amazing thing was that she felt the same way.  He marveled over that every day. 
She stopped moving… sensing that his mind had drifted.  He snapped back to her body and what she was doing, putting a finger at the top of her slit and flicking her most sensitive spot.  She sighed in pleasure and started moving again, rising up, arching her back and driving down on him again, shoving him so deep inside…. and then out again.  Her tits looked amazing when she did that!  It was the sweetest form of torture… so hot, so wet, so…. hmmmm.. he could not think when she was like this.  He could feel… oh, man could he feel!  Every nerve in his body was on fire.  And he craved the heat.  She kept turning up the temperature… taking him closer and closer… and then stopping.  She was panting.  She leaned over and kissed him again, sucking his tongue, twisting her hips… damn.  He felt the magic start.  He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up… it was as if every muscle inside her was trying to squeeze him, milk him… whoa, baby.  What a woman…he thought she was going to make him peak.  But when he thought he couldn’t take it another moment, she stopped, flipping over onto her back on the bed.
She lay there breathing loudly.  He tried to figure out what she was up to.  She turned to him and kissed him, wrapping herself around him on her side.  She stroked him, then put her hand lower, caressing his balls, pressing the spots she knew would send him soaring.  His breath grew ragged.. what would she do next? 
She pressed a finger inside his ass.  Oh, wow… she was really trying to push all his buttons this time!  His hips rocketed off the bed.  She pumped in and out, whispering in his ear.  “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you, fella?  Like it when I give your ass the love, eh?”  she said, making a little sucking sound.  He moaned.  She knew just what to do.  She moved down his body, putting her mouth where her hand had been, licking his cock and sucking it deep into her mouth, then kissing his balls and sucking them and finally sticking her tongue in his ass!  He moaned and trembled.  She could be such a vixen! 
That was it.  He rolled over, pulled her legs up to his shoulders, and dove back inside her, pumping, deep, long strokes while she moaned and then screamed, her head thrashing from side to side.  He watched her shake, felt her hips crashing up against him.  She opened her eyes and the look… the look nearly made him explode.  So many words popped into his head… lust, passion, fire… love.  No one loved him like she did.  Her mind, her body… it all went together to make him know… mmmm….

There was another big thunderclap and she jumped.  He went wild on her, his hips thrusting in and out, hearing the slap of his balls on her skin and her moans… he let go, let his body take over, let the pulsing inside her trigger the flow…. he filled her, shooting over and over inside her, grunting and moaning and… exploding.  He collapsed beside her, feeling his heart beat, listening to her breathing… smiling. He did love thunderstorms!  And her…

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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 9:44 AM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Wow, I’m at a loss for words.  I admire your boldness in both writing this and sharing it with me.  It seems to me you have always had this need for a creative writing output.  I feel like we might have similar stories.  Our dreams, fantasies and imaginations have taken us beyond our rather mundane and settled lives.  Perhaps not just in the bedroom, but beyond as well.
You and I may have to be very careful on the journey ahead.  I don’t want to create false expectations, but I can see the possibilities and they abound with ecstasy.  We’ve both agreed that we don’t want our envisioned upcoming indulgences to disrupt our settled lives, so we’ll have to agree to supporting each other in holding back enough to prevent that from happening.  The flip side to this is the anticipation we will generate, between our encounters will be truly magical.  Something I’m very sure we will cherish always.
That’s just kind of what I feel right now.  Perhaps I will, like you, put it into a story.
It took me quite some time to pen the above words.  I did not write them lightly.  My body is shaking as I type, much like another part of me is aroused when I read your emails.  I’m really not sure I understand how I feel.  However, I am more sure than ever that we must meet and together start to figure it out.  I’m pretty sure that if we just kept emailing and never met, together we could write perhaps the best erotic novel ever written.  But I don’t want that, I want to look into your eyes, give you a hug and live the dream.
Today I will be out in the yard, doing the most boring of tasks, but you, and you alone will know where my mind will be. 😉
…with each tremble of the thigh, her legs parted ever so slightly, both an invitation and a resignation to needs welling up within her…
brett
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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 5:17 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Storm
Hiya Brett! 
How was your yard work?  Beautiful day for it! Hope thoughts of me made it less boring.
My goodness… I’m taken aback with what my little story about being afraid of thunderstorms wrought! 
Thank you for sharing how you feel even as you puzzle over it.  Interesting how you balance the exhilaration and caution.  Lovely that you are reveling in possibilities!  My instinct is to tell you not to get too far ahead but I won’t rain on your parade.  I can be quite intoxicating while I am “still perfect” as mostly a creation of your imagination.  And who knows?  We may be quite magic.  Most of our time will be spent apart, so if we can excite each other in print, that will make the times together spectacular! 
Trembling is so good.  I have seen it in a certain kind of video and felt it myself… such a sign of wonders to come.  As you write about your work between my thighs, I imagine your limbs and what fun we could have when I put my hot mouth and talented hands on your skin.  
-S

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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:11 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.  Maybe I’m getting a little carried away but you and your wonderful stories are doing nothing to keep me grounded.  Please allow me that little indulgence.
A very busy day for sure but I managed to hit a few balls at the driving range
Hopefully your day was as good.
I’m heading to bed on the early side tonight so good night.  I look forward to your email tomorrow.
…he paused….
brett

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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:11 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The Storm
Sassy,
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.  Maybe I’m getting a little carried away but you and your wonderful stories are doing nothing to keep me grounded.  Please allow me that little indulgence.
A very busy day for sure but I managed to hit a few balls at the driving range
Hopefully your day was as good.
I’m heading to bed on the early side tonight so good night.  I look forward to your email tomorrow.
…he paused….
brett

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Date: Sun, Aug 30, 2015 10:58 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: The Storm
Hiya Brett, 
Oh don’t worry… this is all about indulging.  🙂 
Glad to hear you were productive and got outside for a bit.  I had a quiet day, working at my desk on Mom’s finances.  Hubby and I had an exciting drive to KFC/Taco Bell to pick up dinner.  Heh. 
I will look at my calendar when I get to work and see when we can find time to meet.  
Since you are liking my stories, I will send another.  Hope it helps start your week off well.  
-S

Feisty attitude

August 30, 2015 Sunday
Date:  Aug 30th – 9:40am
From:  10-Minute Man
To: Sassy

Message:
Such a demure public demeanor, with such a feisty attitude roiling beneath the surface — what is Sassy up to this upcoming week?

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This has got to be the most disjointed conversation ever!  Definitely much of that is my fault, being so bogged down with work.  I hope we can get down to planning a meet soon!  


Poet inside the pro

August 29, 2015 Saturday

Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 10:18 AM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: Connection
Sassy,
You had signed off sweet dreams so thought you had already gone to bed when I sent my last one.  I was so glad to see it this morning.  I will put together some links when I have more time, but for starters, you could check out the deeppurple.com and click on the sample video they have.  It’s my favorite deep purple song and it’s a pretty great live redition.
What time do you usually go to bed?  I think I mentioned before that I like to be in before 11:00 with 10:30 ish being the most likely time.  
I survived an aerobics class this morning.  I’ve got lots to do today – yard work, haircut and a little running around – but I wanted to get this off to you first.  
My family is all up North.  Both parents, 2 siblings both younger, one has two kids. 
I also look forward to “workouts of a different kind”.  I did indeed have sweet dreams and you were the star.  Now, the timetable is up to you, but when you send words like that it stirs something up and really makes me want to meet you in person.  Think about it and let me know, I could do lunch any day next week except for Wednesday, and, if after work is better, Wednesday would be the best day.  I could leave work as early as 3:30.   It’s also OK if you still think it’s too early.  I want you to be comfortable, and remember, you can pick the spot.
footrub turns into a gentle massage of the calf with occasional probing strokes upward to the inner thigh.
brett
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 3:19 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: Connection
Hiya Brett! 
Hope you’re having a super Saturday!  Such fantastic weather!  Hope it made your chores easy. 
You inspired me to write more.  
Thanks for the link.  Great tune!  
I try to be in bed by 11 pm but if I get on a roll, I may push it to midnight.  I get talking to people online or reading or writing something and forget to sleep.  
Interesting that you’re the only one in your family to move down this way.   My family has lived different places but all made their way here to Eastern MA in the last few years.  We tried for 20 years to get my folks to move over here.  My sister had my niece and they were here in 4 months!  
Glad to hear you want to meet.  I probably should send you a photo so you have a chance to see who you’re talking to.  I will also send you a snippet of my writing… another piece of the Sassy puzzle.  If you’re still game after that, I will look at my calendar. 
Stay tuned for more tantalizing emails!  
 -S
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 3:19 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject:  A Sassy photo
Hi again!  Here’s my favorite recent photo, with me dressed up for a special occasion. My hair is longer now but otherwise I am the same. 
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 3:22 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject:  The black
Here’s my other favorite photo.  
[the one of my cleavage with the black bra]
I worked hard to keep them, so I get to show them off, right? 
-S
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 3:23 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Subject:  The View
Just as I was finishing my last meeting of the day yesterday, 
gathering my papers off the marble table in the conference 
room on the 36th floor, the sound of sirens wafted up from 
the expressway below.  Everyone else had left the room, so 
I took a minute to lean over the marble counter and stare 
down at the roadway.  There was a horrible wreck of mangled 
metal and shattered glass, several cars and a tractor trailer 
twisted together.  The traffic was stopped behind the mess, 
and the cars on the other side barely moved, rubbernecking.
Suddenly, I heard the door close. I straightened up, but before I
could turn, I felt your arm around my waist, and felt the heat of you
on my back through my dress.  You were already hard, pressed
tightly against my ass.  I started to speak, but you put a finger
on my lips and teased a corner.  I licked your thumb, and you moved
your hand down to unbutton my dress.  Just enough to slip
your hand inside and tease a hard nipple.  I moaned and let my head
fall back against your shoulder.  You bit my neck and ran your
tongue across my skin.
You slipped your hand under my skirt and inside my underwear,
teasing my most sensitive spot.  You pressed a finger inside,
unsurprised at the moisture gathered there.  I was startled
as you lowered my underwear.  I felt like my knees would
buckle, but you tightened your grip and spread my legs to
balance me against the counter.  I panicked when I heard
the rasping sound of your zipper, but before I could form the
words in my mind to stop you, I felt you hot and hard against
my skin, and a low moan was all that escaped my lips.  You
shoved it inside me, and your breathing grew ragged as you
watched yourself slide in and out.  You kneaded the flesh of
my hips as you moved, then reached around me to rub the top
of my slit in time with your strokes.  I was trying to be
quiet, but could not hold in all the gasps of pleasure as
you thrust deeper and deeper inside me, your balls slapping
against me.  You felt the trembling start inside me, and
the clenching around you.  You felt the pulsing, the searing
heat and suddenly lost control, pounding me into the wood
and stone, spurting up inside me over and over.
The only sound was our uneven breathing and the whirring
air conditioning.  You pressed your cheek to my back and
whispered, “What a view…”
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  3:53 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: Connection
Sassy,
Thanks for the emails.  Of course I’m still interested.  There was never a doubt in my mind.
I’m starting to put the Sassy puzzle together but a few peices remain missing.
Is any of your writing published?  Is this a hobby?  Do you share this with the people close to you?
Do you do chat online? or just updates via email?
So many questions but I don’t want to solve everything at once.  This is so much fun…
brett
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  4:20 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The View
Where can I experience that view?
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  8:06 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: Connection
Sassy,
I made it back from all my errands, finished dinner and cleaned up.  I have a few minutes to write.  I hope your day was awesome and your mom is doing well.  My hair is now trimmed back to low maintenance mode.  
After seeing you pictures, I’m even more anxious to meet you face to face.  You really have a bright smile and I’m looking forward to giving you a big hug.  I hope that wouldn’t be too forward for our first meeting.  
We’re in for a quiet evening at home, but I’ll need to duck out for some “time with”, likely to watch a movie.   It’s hard not to be excited to think about our upcoming meeting.  I’m feeling like a teenager again.  I’ll check in a little later to see if you’ve got my latest emails.
brett
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 9:38 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: Connection
Hiya Brett!  
You make writing fun!  Glad I didn’t scare you away with my photos and racy writing.  
Published?  Ha ha… you’re sweet.  I write to entertain myself and a nice man.  I don’t know where these stories come from – they just roll around in my head until I have to write them down to get them out so I can think of other things!  Hubby knows about my stories because I wrote some for him when we were courting, but otherwise I don’t share them.  People think I am a demure, shy, business lady, and most days I am.  You are getting a glimpse “under the hood.”  
I do chat online.  I use Google Hang-outs, Yahoo IM and even IRC!  
Your curiosity about me is super-sexy.  Whether it’s true or not, it gives me hope that if you touch me, you will be touching ME and not just any woman. There is a lot to discover and a lot of fun in that journey!  I am also very curious but trying to restrain myself until the right moments. 
-S
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  9:39 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
RE: The View
This doesn’t happen at your office?  😉 
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015 10:23 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: Connection
Hiya Brett, 
Sounds like you had a good Saturday!  I took Mom out to Bedford to Luigi’s, an Italian place in a strip mall.  We happened on their last day for awhile.  Their building is being demolished and they’ll reopen around the corner in the spring.  Mom likes their $7.99 lunch specials and enjoyed their eggplant parm.  I indulged in the shrimp risotto!  
Don’t trim that hair too much!  What will I hold on to when we’re… um… mmmm… ahem.  Where was I?  
Did you see a good movie?  
Thanks for noticing my smile.  I think it’s #2 on my “best qualities” list. 
#1 My famous cleavage 
#2 My smile
#3 My brain
#4 My blue eyes
#5 My sultry voice 
What’s on your list?  What do people notice? 
I would adore a big hug!  Should probably make it look like old friends catching up… but it can be a wonderful start.  
I fell asleep after I got home from Mom’s.  Dealing with her takes most of my energy, even on her good days.  I am very lucky to have two sisters to share the responsibilities.  My older sister visits her on Sunday.  Sis (my name for my younger sister) deals with doctor visits and shopping and weekday items.  I deal with the finances and taxes, take her out on Saturdays.  We had a hella-crazy time Nov-Jan moving her to assisted living, emptying out and selling her condo, so life seems much easier now.  
Fantastic to feel your excitement!  And anticipation.  If this works, we can brighten each others days and nights.  Tell me what you want most… and we’ll make it happen?  Fantasies do come true.  I know it’s tough to imagine a woman who wants to do things but I do! 
-S
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  10:49 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: The View
Sadly, alas, the building I work in only isn’t that tall.  Although I could witness a pileup on the road out front. 
brett
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  11:16 PM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
RE: The View
Hmmm… I wasn’t thinking you wanted to see the traffic accident.  😉 
FYI – The view that inspired the story is gone forever.  I used to work in an office overlooking the Expressway.  It’s the Rose Kennedy Greenway now.  
-S 
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Date: Sat, Aug 29 2015  11:23 PM
From: Brett
To: Sassy
RE: Connection
Sassy,
Too late on the hair…you’ll have to find something else to hold on to…but I’m not worried.  Your imagination amazes me.  
We watched Oblivion (Tom Cruise).  I like Sci-Fi flicks and it fit the bill.  I enjoyed it.
So exactly how famous is your cleavage?  Do you flaunt it at work?  (sounds like no if people think you are shy and demure) Do you like guys sneaking a peek?
What’s on my list?  If you mean my physical qualities I don’t much think about such things.  You will have to be the judge when we meet.  I cut my hair short because I don’t like the bother of maintaining it.  I generally have a “take me as I am” mentality.  
I presume that since you grew up in upstate NY, that your Boston accent is not detectable.  Although you may have acquired some living here.   Mine is pretty neutral, but some people can detect the slightly different pronunciations on some words.
I’m not sure how this sounds and how common it is, but what I will really want is to give you the most pleasure possible.  As we move forward, we’ll develop some fantasies together, but my goal will be to make you wonder why it took until now to find me.  I can only hope that’s the way it will turn out.
You mentioned that you will have to look on your calendar for possible dates.  Was that just an expression, or is your calendar jam packed with activities that you are constantly managing?  I tend not to do calendars but I do have specific meetings at work that require my attendance, although thankfully not too many.
…moving to the thigh, and feeling a slight tremble.  
brett
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Date: Sun, Aug 30 2015  12:21 AM
From: Sassy
To: Brett
Re: Connection
Here we are… up past our bedtimes again.  I can’t sleep without telling you how you intrigue me!  You write a word or two and I am lost, imagination spinning off into that special space with a man and a woman and… yum.  
No one sees my cleavage in “real life.”  You’d have to have double x-ray visions most days to get past the buttoned-up top and scarf!  Only special men see it.  
Take you as you are?  Sounds good.  I’m mostly that way.  Not into make-up or perfume or fancy hair.   Taking… giving.  Mmm…. oops.  Got lost again. 
No Boston accent, or any accent for that matter.  Though I am partial to “wicked” and “down the Cape.”  Have not digressed into most other New England-isms.  
Here’s a fun link.  See if you understand most of them after your years here.  
https://nesaving.wordpress.com/you-know-youre-from-new-england-when/
You made me melt with the “my goal will be to make you wonder why it took until now to find me.”  There seems to be a poet hidden inside your professional self!  
My calendar varies… it is relatively quiet now.  I don’t have many work meetings but I don’t keep them in my head so I need to get to the office on Monday to be sure I don’t agree to meet you when I’m supposed to be there.  
Thigh?  Oh my… yes please.  You tantalize me!  I will be brave and tantalize you back with another bit of my writing. 
Sleep well. 
-S


Philip resurfaces

August 29, 2015 Saturday

9:20am
Cheeseburger Dogs!  This looks like a fun thing for your grill.  There’s a how-to video.


https://www.buzzfeed.com/andrewgauthier/how-to-make-the-ultimate-cheese-stuffed-burger-dog?utm_term=.dtq5joG74#.ug9eW8ZDv

12:54pm
My shrimp risotto at Luigi’s in Bedford with Mom.  This may be the best lunch I’ve had all year!

It’s their last day for awhile – they are losing their space. 


1:32pm Phil
Hey Sass, how’s your day?

1:34pm Phil
[photo of him toasting the camera with a big beer, looked tanned and scruffy]

1:34pm Phil
Had lobsta on the boat and lobsta at Sanibel

1:36pm
I’m great!
Perfect weather, great Italian lunch, Mom in good spirits.

You getting outta there before the storm comes?

1:38pm Phil
Awesome!
Leaving in the morning but I’ll come back here.
Very relaxed, cool place

1:38pm
Hooray!

1:39pm
Mom went to Sanibel. Said it’s heaven with shells.

1:40pm Phil
Yeah, pretty close.  : )

That’s the moon last night

1:42pm Phil
[photo of the moon shining on the beach]

1:44pm
Stunning! I showed mom. : )

8:37pm
My eclectic summer supper


 Ripe pear, crackers with New England cheddar and pate!

Corn on the cob picked this afternoon 
at the Lexington Community Farm

9:25pm
I showed Hubby your photos. His family used to go to Sanibel every year. He looked at it on the map and said, “Ah… the Mucky Duck is still there! That was such a fun pub!” and now you’re there! It’s a small world, dear man.

That photo looks like all the “dream” ones you’ve posted for years! Hope it was fun.

9:38pm Phil
Had a great time. Such a fun place. Cute little beach houses. So relaxing. 😀

Very small world

9:45pm
Remind me in February that they have a web cam. That would be a good thing to look at when it’s beastly up here.