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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) One Fine Day #1-#3 -(MF oral rom cons, exhib) by Jeff Zephyr
Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2002 13:10:02 -0400
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Classic Romance Story for 2002 Rom Fest

One Fine Day #1-#3

A nice romantic love affair should have lots of fine days in it.  Not
just special events and once in a lifetime experiences, but the
everyday love and affection.  Of course, really hot sex should be part
of them too.

This series of short stories is based on true events.  Not all from
the same day, maybe, but they easily could be.  Pretty close, anyway. 
I avoided sticking in particular conversation bits about work, other
family issues, and other things which would change the focus.  They do
happen, of course, but in between them the conversation can be almost
as sappy and romantic as in my story.  Whether there is some
relationship between having such conversations and having days like
the ones in this story frequently, I can't be sure.  But I do believe
that one thing that makes sex happen more often is keeping it in mind,
and trying to initiate it often despite obstacles -- and exhaustion.

I wanted to do shorter stories, little scenes which are exciting, but
don't need to tell a big story.  My "natural" storytelling seems to
grow into long tales with lots of details, and that is fun.  But
sometimes, it seems to much to write or read such a long thing.  Plus,
it is fun to explore, to see just what things I can tell without using
thousands of words.


The first story, Early Morning Breakfast, was submitted to the
Fishtank. That is a nice writing discussion thing going on in
alt.sex.stories.d (d for discussion).  It also has a website --
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Desdmona/www/FishTank/base

The original draft of the story was posted there, and the final
revision is posted here.


-=-=-




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 1 -- Early Morning Breakfast
(MF oral rom cons)


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



The beeping of the alarm clocked jarred me out of a needed deep sleep.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it said 4:30 AM.

'No!  I don't need to get up until six today!' I thought in dismay. 
Then, I remembered why we had set the clock so early.

I got up and turned it off.  If I was the only one awake, and if my
darling wanted to sleep, that would be OK.

I slid back under the covers, lying next to her, my naked body
touching hers.  I ran my hands over her body, one in front cupping her
breast and stroking, the other rubbing her back.

"Hmm," she said, incoherently, then, "Good morning, lover!" happily,
still in a soft, sleepy voice.  She leaned back into me, encouraging
me to press harder as I rubbed her back, squeezing her flesh in front.
Her backside pressed into me, hardening my dick behind her bottom.  I
nuzzled her neck, my arousal and her active presence clearing the
cobwebs of sleep from my brain.

She rolled over on her back, and said, "Make me feel alive this
morning, please?"

"I love you," I answered, and pulled the covers back, so I could honor
her request.

Soft caresses and kisses, from her face and lips, down her body, slow,
not trying to reach her most sensitive places in a hurry at all.  That
is why we'd set the clock, after all.  An extra ninety minutes of
pleasure in the morning, rather than trying to steal an orgasm or two
in the shower; Not hurrying, and likely as not failing to make it
within the time limit.

"I like that," she said, softly, a passionate purring to her voice.
"I'm glad we have time, no hurries..."

I was glad too.  Anytime we have together for sex is grand, but having
enough time to truly please her makes it better.

I used one hand to caress between her legs, touching her wetness,
brushing her clit, but not concentrating on it.  Running down her
legs, up her abdomen, arousing her constantly, but not letting her
boil over. Kisses above, everywhere, although her sharp, hard nipples
and marvelous breasts did get a lot of attention.  We spent most of an
hour doing this, she laying, legs spread, on her back, enjoying my
touches but otherwise relaxing, coming closer and closer to her
ultimate delight.

My hardness kept trying to get my attention the whole time, waiting
for her to ask me to finish the job.  Touching her, tasting her,
pleasing her, those were my favorite things to get me horny in the
morning.  But this was her turn, and I waited patiently, slowly and
steadily giving her joy.  But holding back her orgasm, as well as
mine.

I did glance at the clock, but tried not to think about the time.  She
noticed this, though, and saw that we had enjoyed this playing for
over an hour. All too soon we would have to finish, so she said, "Eat
me up, hard, get me ready for you. Knock me right out, I'm ready to
die here." 

Then she laughed, and softly added, "Please?  I really need it now, my
love.  Lord, I wish we could go on forever, or at least until dinner
time."

Not that I thought she'd die from it, but we both loved the intensity
of a slowly brewed orgasm, blasting our souls with pleasure, building
it up until we couldn't stand the pressure.

I'd been bringing her close, but not letting her hit the top, and had
hardly touched her clit, knowing that it was her trigger.  Nor had I
done much on myself, merely enjoyed the delight of touching and
pleasing her. 

Now, I dove into her pussy with fingers and tongue.  She cried out in
pleasure, and I enjoyed her sweet juices, a fine thing for breakfast. 
I wouldn't be able to hold out long myself, not once I got into her. 
I was so hot and alive this fine morning, so rapt in her pleasures.


"Do me, right inside, do it now!" she shouted.  "I'm ready!"

That was my signal. I really could have gone on eating her forever,
just pleasing her, but that wasn't fair.  She needed her turn to pay
me back, or better yet, share our pleasures together.


I rose up to lie on top of her, arms holding my body above hers, and
plunged inside.  Rapid motions, sexual push-ups, a flashing vision of
us doing this in the high school gym on demand.  Whenever we could be
together alone we'd do it, back then.

Then nothing but sensation, pleasure, flashing lights, ecstasy. 
Sparks flying in my head. Our breathing hard, panting with pleasure. 
All joy, energy and bliss.

I felt her contract around my dick, and leaned in to kiss her neck,
sucking, biting, holding her tightly, her hips bucking.  My orgasm was
almost there, and I held it back.  She moved her lips to mine, and we
continued our horizontal dance of love, tongues swapping touches
inside our mouths.

Her motions slowed, but mine increased. Shining, skyrocket explosions
of pleasure as my long delayed orgasm arrived, shooting my seed inside
her.  Hugging each other close, laying together, we kissed for a long
time, then became still.

The beeping of the alarm clock stirred me out of a much-needed sleep. 
It was 6:00 AM now, and we both had to get up, out of bed to our busy
day, as usual.  One of the benefits of having two alarms, besides
letting one of us sleep in a bit longer, was having mornings like this
one.

"I'm glad we decided to get up early, a nice breakfast, you know?" she
said, shyly, coyly.

"I think you need to clean up the 'table'?"

Teasing, because both of us were wet and sweaty from our pleasant
exertions this morning.  She looked lovely like that, naked in the
morning light, not made up but her real self.

"We can take a shower together.  It looks like you got messy too.  We
have time, I think," she said, smiling delightfully, like a kid who
just had her favorite sweet creamy doughnut.

=====



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.

=====



One Fine Day -- Chapter 3 -- Creamy Sausage Supper
(MF oral rom cons)

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


Creamy Sausage Supper

Children squealing, dog barking, and dinner cooking on the stove, a
normal household scene for us. I was still excited from our lunchtime
experience, the interruption, and the lovely, delicious result -- and
her supper request, wanting more.  I expected that would really warm
things up for tonight, subtle comments through supper, things we
couldn't say openly.  Well, we could, but our kids might not
appreciate it as much as we would.

I was starting to serve supper to the kids when she arrived home. 
Standing in the kitchen doorway, she looked so hot I became instantly
aroused.  The look in her eyes, her slightly disheveled appearance,
hair out of place from the wind, all were sexy.  Her outfit wasn't as
neat as this morning, which reminded me of our lovely lunch tryst.

When I held her to kiss, my brain recognized what my body was reacting
to.  No bra!  She'd taken it off sometime that afternoon, as I knew
she had it on when she left.

I squeezed her hard, hugging her tightly to me and pressing my hands
into her ass.  Only her light slacks were in the way.  I wondered if
she still had her thong on, or and "lost it" like she had her bra. 
Thinking about her all afternoon made me more than ready for her, and
realizing she was braless, and maybe panty-less as well, was
electrifying.

Our kids watched us doing this, but thankfully didn't say anything to
break the mood.  They just went on with their meal, letting Mommy and
Daddy say hello in their usual way.

My darling broke our kiss to say, "I need to change clothes before
dinner.  Can you help me with that?"

"Certainly," I said.  "It will be a pleasure."

"A sweet delicious pleasure, darling," she replied in a teasing voice.

We left the kids to finish their meal, trusting them to be good
without us for a while.  Off to our room, but we didn't make it
because she grabbed me and embraced me again on the way, pushing her
hips hard against my hard-on, which I'd tried to hide as we left the
kitchen.  I was still wearing the same light shorts and a T-shirt, no
underwear today for me either.

I didn't turn to see if anyone had followed us, not wanting to reveal
the visible sign of my passion.

She was excited too, though the visible signs were harder to see.  She
grabbed my hand and led me to our room.  On the way, she started to
undo the buttons on her blouse, getting the last one as we went in the
door.  She slipped the thing off before closing the door, a daring
show.  Sure, I didn't expect observers but that didn't matter, it
added more heat to my excitement.

I was awestruck, looking at her lovely bouncy breasts, and the
delightfully stiff, rosy nipples at their tips.  She let me look a
while, deliberately posing for my visual enjoyment.

"You should change too," she suggested.

"OK," I instantly agreed, and stripped off quickly.  I didn't have far
to go but she watched me, taking off her socks but not her slacks.  I
was impatient to see what she had under them.  Had she come home with
her bare pussy touching those slacks, maybe with them unzipped?

I stood waiting, and posed for her, pushing my "sausage" up, letting
it bounce a little.  She looked me up and down, and slowly slid her
slacks down.  Very slowly, just rolling them down a bit, so I could
see her bare middle only.  More showed, enough so I was almost sure
she had nothing underneath, and then I could see it for sure.  I
smiled in delight, and giggled with joy when she ran her fingers
across it along the way, before rapidly removing her pants.

I had loved how she looked in her lacy thong panties.  They didn't
cover much, and what they did cover was teasingly revealed.  But
knowing that she'd come home without even those was just too sexy hot!

"I see you've got my sausage ready to eat!" she said, and giggled a
little herself.  Both of us were thinking about eating, but not about
eating food.

"It looks like you've warmed up some sauce to go with my sausage.  You
look delicious."

"I kept thinking about you all day long.  My panties were... they got
to wet to wear, so I took them off."

"At work?"

I could imagine how excited she had to be in order to feel compelled
to pull them off at work, unable to sit comfortably with them on.

"Uh hmmm.  I did, it was too hard to leave them on.  Rode home with my
zipper down too, so I could warm up some more on the way.   I know how
much you like that."

"I wish I'd been there with you."  Of course, getting any work done in
that situation would have been hard, but this wasn't a time for
practical thoughts.

I asked, "So, what would you like for supper, hungry girl?"

"Let's swap.  Feed me your sausage, and you check out what I've cooked
up."

I lay on the bed on my back, and she lay on top of me, facing down
between my legs.  Her kisses on my thighs were like heat from the
stove, rising as she moved to sear my sausage with her hot tongue.  I
tasted her sweet, very wet, slick pussy, and lost myself in the
delight of her tenderness.  To eat and be eaten was the supreme
pleasure.

But in a short time she stopped her delightful licking and said, "Roll
over.  I want to be under you."

She put her lips back around my dick, so I gently rolled so she could
keep her hold on, never letting me go. I pressed my face into her wet
pussy and tried my best not to slip off as we turned over. As we
completed this tricky maneuver, I held myself up and just couldn't
keep my tongue on her sweet spot.  But soon I was back, eating her
pussy from top to bottom, soft silky flesh with a lovely sweet middle
in my mouth.  She sucked my sausage deep inside, and I gently helped
it slide in and out of her mouth.

I loved her this way, pleasing me as I pleased her, trying hard to
make us both come fast.  It didn't matter who was first, not like
this.  Not that it mattered always, but I knew we didn't have time for
more than a fine appetizer of 69 sauce before our real supper.

Her teeth scratched lightly on the sensitive underside of my hard
dick, and pressed into me as her tongue rapidly swirled and flicked
around the tip.  I felt her fingers stroking me, on my shaft, my
balls, and my legs.  She was so very good at this, knowing how to
bring steaming heat to quickly "cook" my sausage to well-done.

I tried to get her to the same point, sucking her clit hard between my
lips, letting my teeth hold her sensitive button so I could rapidly
stir it, my mouth watering in anticipation of her pleasurable wetness.
But she was faster and drew my cream out, swallowing it deep in her
throat, then licking me over and over until I was clean.

I didn't want to slow down my cooking, but I just couldn't ignore what
she was doing to me.  However, as soon as she finished and I'd caught
my breath, I resumed my meal and in short order was rewarded with some
delightfully sweet, spicy sauce.  I licked the bowl clean, enjoying
the warmth, taste, and texture of her sweet pussy.

We lay there for a minute or two, and might have stayed there longer
but for the loud voices from the other room reminding us that we
weren't alone.

"Well, I'm glad that we got to have that snack before supper," she
said.  "Hmm, it is just so hard to be away from you on a day like
today."

"I love you too," I said, smiling with delight.

Comfy clothes were quickly found for a nice relaxing bit of family
time together.  That is a lovely part of our life too, but I am ever
so glad that we haven't got so old to forget why we fell in love in
the first place.

=====

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