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From: "Shon" <shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net>
Subject: {ASSM} "Lunch" (M/F, Rom)
Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 15:10:08 -0400
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	This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards, so
please don't make any money from it.  I welcome, read and respond
to all e-mail at shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net  Really.  It makes
my day like you wouldn't believe.  How come you haven't written
already?
 
	For more of my stories you can check out 
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"Lunch"
By Shon Richards	

She was waiting for me in the car.  I stepped out of the back
door, away from the unbearable noise of the plant, the terrible
smell of countless oils and the boredom of mass production.  It
was three in the morning and the moon was just a sliver in the
sky.  As soon as she saw me, she cut the engine off so that we
may stay hidden for just a little longer.

	I ran to her.  She was climbing into the backseat as I opened
the door.  Alice smiled at me as I unzipped my pants and I smiled
at her as she lifted her skirt.  Even in the absolute darkness, I
could see the ivory of her thighs.

	"You're late," she says to me as I crawl into the car.  Her
thighs wrap around me and as I mount her, I gasp at the wetness
that is waiting for me.  Alice has been masturbating just so she
could be ready.  I groaned as I sank inch after inch of my
manhood into her.

	"I know," I acknowledged as our bodies moved together.  Alice
pulled her shirt up and bared her breasts.  I groped one with my
hand and smiled as my fingers sunk into soft flesh.  The breast
was cold and my hands were sweaty from my gloves.

	"I didn't think you were coming," Alice said and I laughed. 
I've been working twelve-hour shifts all week.  How could I
possibly not come?  Consigned to work endless hours with only the
company of my machine and my fantasies, how could I deny myself
this one pleasure?

	"The machine is fucking up," I said between grunts.  Her thighs
were as cold as her breasts but soon they are sweating like I
was.  "I argued with the mechanic and told him I was going to
lunch and no, I will not try one more thing to see if it works."

	"Hush," she said as she pulled me down for a kiss.  Her lips
were hungry and consumed my anger.  "Forget about work.  This is
our time."

	Our time.  My lunch is thirty minutes long, strictly enforced. 
The security guard will walk by on his rounds in maybe twenty
minutes, forty if he stops to flirt with someone.  In fifteen
minutes, another section will break for lunch and one of them by
go out the backdoor to sneak a smoke or possibly a beer.  Our
time was never guaranteed.

	Alice climaxed.  She had kept herself at the edge for an hour
just so she could trigger when I entered her and I could feel the
clenching of her sex around my manhood.  My wife was thoughtful
like that.  

	I kept pumping.  I found strength that I thought had left me on
the factory floor.  I found reserves of endurance between Alice's
thighs that I thought had bled away at a grease-covered machine.
With every plunge of my manhood into her delta, I discovered that
I was stronger than I thought.

	"Hurry." Alice groaned.  Her blonde head was turned to the clock
on the dash.  "Do what you have to do."

	I growled at the granting of her permission.  I turned her head
and bit down on that soft spot on her collarbone.  Like a cat
mounting its mate, like a wolf claiming his prize and like a
virile man who wasn't a slave to something as impotent as a
factory, I rutted on top of my wife.  Hard thrusts that rocked
the car pulled delighted whimpers from Alice's lips as my teeth
sank deeper into her skin.  

	"There!" I groaned as my seed erupted.  I froze as I felt myself
empty into her.  Alice's heart pounded next to mine as we lay
together.  It was one more small victory against the unfairness
of the job I had.

	"Hungry?" Alice asked, knowing full well my answer.  

	I ate honey ham on wheat and passionate kisses till I had to go
back.  

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