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Subject: {ASSM} One Fine Day -- #2 -- Quick Lunch Surprise (MF oral rom cons exhib)-by Jeff Zephyr
Date: Sat,  9 Feb 2002 00:10:05 -0500
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have
problems which result from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or
things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any
representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way
based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine.



One Fine Day Chapter 2 --  Quick Lunch Surprise
(MF oral rom cons exhib)

 - by Jeff Zephyr
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.


I was lazily dressed, just shorts -- not underwear, but nothing fancy,
nor anything under them -- and working at the computer.  A plus for
working from home.  Not that it was all work, with emailing and
reading stuff, including sexy stories.  I was marvelously energized
from our loving this morning and that was just an appetizer for later,
not something I meant for an immediate excuse to climax by myself. 
I'd be in the right mood when she got home, though! It was
distracting, pleasantly so, to lose myself in erotic fantasies created
by others, though my own imagination was good too.

To my surprise, I heard our door open.  I wasn't expecting anyone, nor
dressed for it, and my hard-on might be embarrassing!

But it was her, my darling, bright and cheerful.  "Hi, Honey! I got
some free time for lunch, and thought I'd spend it with you."

She noticed my simple attire, and when I stood up to greet her, the
tent in my shorts, growing taller as I looked at her.

"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked with a knowing smile,
almost purring.  "Because you sure look happy to see me.  I was sure
thinking about you also... all morning."

Her outfit was attractive but businesslike, slacks and blouse, not
sexy or provocative in itself.  But I knew what was under it, black
lace and string, and even better, what was under that!  I'd been
thinking about her too, of course.  The nice story images worked so
much better with her face and body in the starring roles.

Her face, her mere presence, ignited my fires without any visible sign
of desire, no show of private flesh.  Her voice was a marvelous
invitation.

We walked to each other and kissed.  I'd enjoyed doing that this
morning, as well as the rest of course, and more kisses in our shared
shower after.  If there had been time, we'd have done it again, right
there, despite the fact that we'd made love powerfully less than an
hour before.

She slid one hand into the front of my shorts, finding my hardness and
squeezing it gently.  The other hand undid her slacks, pushing them
down, and she kicked them off, along with her shoes. No long
stockings, just translucent socks, and a black lace thong which was
damp enough to show her sweet pussy underneath.  Not that I had time
to look long, but it had made me so hot watching her put it on this
morning, knowing how sexy she'd feel with it under her businesslike
attire all day.

She dropped away from me, ending our kiss to kneel in front of me,
pulling my shorts right off.  "I see something good to eat!" she
teased.

"What about lunch?" I asked. My odd impulse, worrying about her
nutrition, even though there were obviously other things on her mind. 
And mine.

She spread her legs, pressing her pussy against the fabric of the tiny
triangle which barely covered it, her lovely bare pussy lips visible
and damp.  "Fuck lunch!" she said, then added, "Or more accurately, a
fucking lunch, that sounds nutritious to me.  I'll grab something on
the way back, OK?"

But she wasn't angry.  She kissed her "snack," a spark of delight,
then got up and kissed me on my lips.  There was no doubt that love,
not sandwiches, was on the menu for today, and we both knew it.

She neatly took off and folded her clothes; blouse, lacy bra, socks,
and finally, that sweet thong, leaving everything folded neatly for
later.

"You're so lovely like that," I said, devotion and desire on my lips. 
She posed in our living room, sunshine from the windows, uncovered and
exposed, lighting her body, highlighting her beautiful breasts, hard
nipples, and sweet wet pussy.

"So are you.  Let me eat you up, OK?"

Pulling me down to the carpet, she knelt between my legs, swallowing
me, warmth and love and heavenly delight.  She wasn't getting the same
attention herself, but didn't want to let go of her 'treat'.  I was
hungry too, and said, "Slide your box lunch over to me so I can eat
too!"

Her muffled laughter tickled me, but she still didn't let go. Instead
she pushed herself all the way down and then, without letting go,
crawled around in a circle until her pussy hovered over my face and
lowered it for me to nibble on.

Our mutual pleasure was sweet and tasty, but she soon stopped licking
me and got up, spinning to stand above me, one leg to each side, and
said, "I really want a 'fucking' lunch, if you don't mind."

My assent was a smile and a nod, as her sweet pussy hovered over my
hardness briefly before enclosing it, to our mutual delight.

"Oh, this is so good.  Just what I was hoping you'd serve," she
sighed. 

I reached out to grab her hips, pulling around to pinch her butt, but
then I slid one hand around to her front, catching her clit between my
fingers as she slid up and down, wiggling, bouncing on top of me.

"You look so delicious like that, bouncy tits shining in the sun,
smiling at me!"

She tensed her pubic muscles in reply, delightful pressure on my hard
dick bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I reached between us to
squeeze myself, to hold it back.

"Aren't these tasty," she asked, grabbing her breasts in her hands,
catching each nipple between finger and thumb, pulling them, tweaking
them, making her sigh with delight.

I was lost in the sight, and the magical sensations of our loving,
when her face lit up, the dazzling, glorious glow of her orgasm, as I
felt its effect on our joining.  Nothing else mattered, nothing in the
world but our love, her joy a tangible gift of love shared between us.

A rattling sound outside got our attention.  No one was expected, the
drapes open for light meant that a surprise visitor could see us,
naked and fucking on the living room floor!

I pushed her off me, helping her rise, as she tried to get up as
quickly as possible. She found it hard to stand while coming, her body
still feeling the effects of her 'lunch'.  We held onto each other as
we ran into the bedroom, still naked and dripping.  I saw no faces at
the window as we left, but that didn't mean that someone hadn't seen
us!  No doorbell ring, no knock at the door.  I was still hard and
wet, panting from our lovely efforts, and I hadn't come.  She was in
no better shape to check out things, and running naked and wet to the
window or door didn't seem wise.  She was smart though, and went
around to the stairway window, where we could see any vehicle outside.

"Oh, it is just the meter reader, a utility van," she said.  I looked,
and I could see a person, not sure if it was male or female, walking
to the truck.  I hugged my darling, and kissed her.  I don't know if
we were seen, but if it brightened our unknown visitor's day, I didn't
mind it because our 'lunch' was pretty good for us.

"You didn't get off yet," she said, as the truck pulled away outside. 
My hardness made that obvious.  Even the fear of discovery and our
break hadn't reduced it, nor the pressure within.  "Let's finish up,
OK?"

"Definitely, a good idea, my love.  You should always finish your
lunch!"

Since we were in the bedroom, we could just make love here, in
privacy, no worry about surprise visitors.  Instead, she grabbed my
hard dick and pulled, steering me back into our living room, onto the
floor again.

"Just for you, and lunch for me too of course," she said, licking my
dick.  "It makes the cleanup," she said, still licking, "a little
easier, too."  Then, not just licking, but sucking me in deep,
rapturous intense contact, and everything drifted away.  It was maybe
a mere moment, but time slowed or bent, lost in pleasure beyond words,
as she held on while I came, sucking and swallowing, licking me clean,
until I was soft and happy. 

"You're a little messy, too.  I think I'll clean you up," I said. 
Then, I lay her down, and licked her body, sweat from her arms,
between her breasts, and the sweetness of her come on her legs and
from the lovely opening in the middle.  My lapping drew cries of
pleasure and more wetness from her, as I pressed and pulled with my
fingers, touching, tasting, lost in her loving.

Eventually, my kisses moved up to her face, and we lay together,
cuddling naked, resting on our living room carpet.

"I think I should stop home for lunch more often," she said, laughing,
as she stood and dressed again for work.  I didn't bother dressing,
and kissed her on our doorstep, naked in the sun.

"I'll miss you!" I said.

"Cook up something nice for supper.  I think that a sweet sausage
would be a nice treat."

I figured it would be ready to eat by the time she got home.  I'd cook
up something else for the kids, but today, I wanted her, watching her
walk away, knowing she had to go, and delighted that she would come
home soon.


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