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                  "Paul Revere & Sunkissed"

     It had been a very long day. All I wanted was to go home
and feed my kids after they rambled on about what they did in
school, who got in a fight on the playground (whether or not
any blood was spilled), who was caught K-I-S-S-I-N-G in a
tree, and listen to my husband moan about how hard of a day
he had sitting on his ass. I was greeted at the door by two
very long faces and it came quickly to mind that it just
happened (to top all things off) to be report card day as
well. Grades to look over, signatures to write, and one
parent-teacher conference to make for my daughter because she
was withdrawing into herself as well as a clinic appointment
to schedule because the school psychologist thought my son
was hyperactive. Jesus!
     I dealt with the kids as efficiently as possible and fed
them quickly, hurrying them to bathe and then into bed early
before my husband even got home from work. I sat for a time
at our computer in the darkness, save the lit screen, trying
to think of something to write to my friend in Texas. I just
sat there, enjoying the quiet when the phone rang. For the
hell of it I quickly went to our communication program and
typed in the command so that the modem would pick up the
call. I could have been knocked over with a feather when
another modem responded with a handshake and connected. I sat
and watched as type appeared on my screen:

                   IS THIS LOVE SHACK BBS?

     I replied in kind with a simple "NO". And the caller
continued to type on.

I GUESS I MUST HAVE DIALED THE WRONG NUMBER. I AM SORRY IF I
BOTHERED YOU.

NO PROBLEM. YOU DIDN'T BOTHER ME. WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY?

MY HANDLE IS PAUL REVERE.

WHY PAUL REVERE?

BECAUSE I CAN RIDE ALL NIGHT.

OH! I SEE. (I typed with a blush on my cheeks)

WHAT IS YOUR HANDLE?

I looked about the room quickly, trying to think of a handle
as I usually just used my real name on bulletin boards as I
was a typical file hound, any graphics program I could get a
hold of and try out. I spotted a soda can and with a quick
edit of the spelling I typed my new handle.

SUNKISSED.

HMMM. I LIKE THE SOUNDS OF THAT.

     He typed more to me and we got to know one another a bit
more without going into too much detail and disregarding the
fact that we had met quite by accident (or was it Fate?) I
felt drawn to him, it was just the way that he wrote to me,
the ease of his type, the gentle innuendos and play on words.
I felt aroused, as if for the first time I had found what my
girlfriends at work referred to as the perfect mystery man. I
wanted to ask him if he would like to meet sometime, feeling
as if that would be far too forward as well as objectionable,
I didn't allow myself to type it. And then he asked me if I
would like to join him for dinner. My mouth fell open,
thinking that he had been reading my thoughts. I begged out
by saying that I had already had dinner with my kids. There
was a long period of silence on the screen. I asked him to
hold on and told him that I would be right back as I went and
checked the clock in my bedroom. It was after eight and my
husband still wasn't home. I picked up the phone and called
him at work. He answered in a gruff and tired tone and when I
asked when he expected to leave the office he grumbled that
it would be at least ten before he got out of there. I found
myself smiling to myself. I told him that I was going to get
a sitter as a friend at work was a bit down about her slow
going divorce, that I was going to go pick her up and we were
going to go have a drink somewhere.
     This wasn't in whole a lie, as Rachel was down about her
divorce, but I wasn't going to have a drink with her either.
And Rachel wouldn't just accidentally call to talk because
she had gone out of town on vacation earlier in the week and
wasn't expected back for another week at least. I told him
that I loved him and clicked the receiver down long enough to
get a dial tone and then called our usual sitter. She was
more than happy to come babysit, especially with both kids
asleep so that she could sit on the phone until at least
after ten and jack her jaw. She was coming over right away. I
went back to the computer and began typing again to Paul,
letting him know that I didn't want dinner, but that drinks
somewhere would be nice. We agreed to meet at the lounge at
the Hilton. I told him that he would know me because I would
be wearing a green dress and a black, silk scarf, and that I
had flaming red hair. He dropped carrier and I headed to get
dressed.
     Running into the bedroom, I dressed quickly, throwing on the
pumps I had worn to work because they matched the dress being a
neutral black and were also the easiest to find out of a closet full
of random footwear as well as matching the scarf, which I nearly
forgot. I tossed a few essentials into a different handbag; mirror,
small brush, keychain, wallet, and for some unknown reason, I tossed
in an embroidered, linen handkerchief for good measure. I checked on
the kids as I began downstairs. I thought about them and how their
father would react if he saw their report cards and me gone as well.
Going back into the computer room, I sat down to write a note to both
of them.
     Dear Mitch and Cass,
          I have gone to see a friend this evening. Lori is coming to
sit, even though you are both in bed already. Daddy has to work late
and I don't think he is in a very good mood, so I have signed your
report cards and put them back in your school bags. If you don't want
Daddy mad, then don't show him or let him know that today was report
card day. I will see you in the morning. I love you both.
                            Love,
                             Mom

     And on that simple note I slipped into Cass's room and laid the
note on her nightstand. I knew that she would see it first thing and
she always awoke before Mitch, so she would let him know. That and she
was a better reader than Mitch was as well. I slipped her signed
report card into her duffle bag and kissed her on the forehead and
then went into Mitch's room and did the same. My husband hadn't
checked on the kids after they went to bed since they were a year old,
so I wasn't worried about him seeing the note. As I walked down the
stairs Lori knocked on the front door and then walked in. I gave her a
run down on my husband's mood so she had some warning and told her
that I would pay her tomorrow if he came home before I did. The last
thing he would want to do would be to dig in his pockets to pay for a
sitter for me going to see one of my friends, though the opposite was
quite alright. I left Lori watching television and got in my car.
     As I drove to the Hilton I began fantasizing about this Paul
Revere that I was about to meet. I had no idea what he looked like as
I had never asked for a description. I was never able to even imagine
a body, much more a face, but I did daydream about what it would be
like to have him kiss me.
     It was a warm, but soft kiss. I was able to feel his tongue
wanting to slip into my mouth, but he held it back, and only touched
his lips to mine while I closed my eyes. As he did this for a few
minutes, my resistance began to slide away like years of ice melting
and I began to let my body fall into his. His kissing moved then to my
cheek and then my ear and once in awhile he would nibble at the lobe,
his breath tickling the fine ringlets around my ears, as he moved to
lick lightly at my neck. I tipped my head back, exposing my neck fully
to his mouth and his tongue probed at my life vein that ran there,
heating it with the tip of his tongue. I could feel the heat even as
he moved lower with his mouth, his arm coming around to circle me just
above the waist and his hand falling easily on my waist, then moving
down so that he touched the small of my back. I moved my hips into
him, getting my body closer to his and feeling a warmth grow within my
thighs and stomach. His hand moved cautiously to my ass, cradling one
side, and then when I showed no resistance he cupped it and massaged
it softly, feeling me and pulling me into his own body while his
kisses and licking touched at my collar bone. He would sat me on the
edge of a bed and knelt before me, still feeling my ass, except now
with both hands, working them under me and down the backs of my thighs
as his mouth and tongue touched at the tops of my breasts and sent
currents of pleasure with his licking. He reached up and unzipped the
back of my dress and slipped his hands beneath the material, softly
caressing my skin and sliding my dress down so that it fell off of my
shoulders, exposing the ivory skin.
     I raised my arms up and out of the dress so that it fell with
ease, exposing my entire upper torso to him. My nipples would stood
out from my pale breasts, hard and pointed. He kissed again at the
tops of my breasts and worked his way down to the nipples. Ever so
gently he would suck one of my nipples into his hot mouth and pull it
in deeper, making it harder and flicking his tongue across its taught
point while he touched and kneaded the other breast and then switched
without missing a beat. Trailing his tongue around each nipple he
then lead down between my soft mounds to my stomach while I worked
unconsciously at unzipping his trousers to find his manhood throbbing
hard and yearning to be set free. I began working the shaft up and
down, relishing in how alive it felt in my hands as I tightened my
grip on the hot iron of his virility. The heat between my thighs was
rising even more as he laid me back and placed both his hands on my
knees and began to push them apart. I resisted a bit until he put one
finger to my mouth and I sucked it in, wetting it with my tongue, and
he withdrew it and then moved his hand slowly up the inside of one of
my thighs and touched his wet finger to my hot slit. He moved his
other hand once again at my knee and I spread my legs willingly to him
this time. He pushed my dress up my thighs and moved his mouth, with
his breath hot my wet slit and swelling lips, between my legs as I
raised my hips a smooth motion to close the distance. I felt his
tongue touch softly to my clit and then as he licked from the top of
my lubricated rift to the bottom and back up again he said, "I love a
woman that doesn't wear any panties."
    And with that I snapped out of my daydream just as I was parking
my car in the parking lot outside the lounge of the Hilton and
realized that the insides of my thighs were very wet. And why not! I
had totally forgotten to put panties on when I changed into the dress
and left to meet him!

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