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Subject: {ASSM} Anniv-Flash: "Afternoon Delight" by John A (MF Rom)
Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 02:10:06 -0500
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This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real 
persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental.  If you are below 
the age of 18, or 21 depending on your locality, stop reading right 
now. If your government prohibits erotic literature, stop reading 
now and delete this. If you choose to continue, that is your decision 
-- and your responsibility -- not mine.

This is intended solely for adults, and any other rebroadcast, 
retransmission, and account of this game is strictly prohibited by the 
National Hockey League. Wait --The NHL doesn't care -- I care. Any 
unauthorized redistribution of this is in violation of copyright. I 
authorize the reader to make one copy for reading purposes only. I
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but not limited to pay-sites, sites with advertising, and any type of 
site where a fee is charged. Any distribution without the author -(TM)s 
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"Afternoon Delight" Copyright  (C) 2000 by John3365A@aol.com (John A). 
All rights reserved.
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I'd love to know what you think. Positive or negative, I'll try to respond to
everyone (except obnoxious flames).


                       Afternoon Delight
                           by John A
                        Copyright  (C) 2000

The dark room was heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, its
heavy drapery covering completely the solitary window, blocking
out the harsh midday light and the reality beyond.

Paul rolled off of Liz, pausing to place a fleeting kiss on her
lips, and collapsed tiredly on the pillow in the middle of the
king sized bed. Their breathing still hadn't recovered as Liz
sidled up next to her lover and rested a weary head on his
shoulder. She could hear the powerful throb of his heart beating
rapidly beneath his breast, its rhythmic thumping having a
soporific effect on her.

Their heavy breathing was the only sound that pierced the
stillness of the room as their eyes alternated between open and
shut.

Liz was the first to move, reaching down and pulling the quilt
over their naked bodies before she snuggled back in the crook
between his arm and chest.

"How do you feel?" Liz asked tentatively, beads of perspiration
settling on her upper lip.

"Wonderful. . . . Amazing. You always make me feel great," Paul
smiled, angling to kiss her on the forehead. 

Liz beamed, her breasts rising and falling a bit more slowly as
her breathing slowed. She smiled to herself as she began to twine
her deep maroon fingernails in Paul's chest hair, swirling the
hair around and venturing to tweak a nipple, causing him to
flinch. Liz raised her eyes and they sparkled in delight at her
lover as she lowered her hand down his torso, ringing his navel,
before settling over his damp, flaccid penis, lightly fingering
it from base to head.

Paul laughed lightly, not wanting to disturb the serenity of the
moment and absentmindedly began twirling Liz's long, brown wavy
hair with his fingers. Liz closed her eyes and enjoyed the
sensation. She took in his aroma -- no, more of a smell -- and
she breathed in deeply, feeling a warmth and tranquility that she
only knew when they were together . . . like this.

After a few minutes, reality began creeping its pernicious way
back onto Liz's thoughts. "One of these days we're going to get
caught, you know? We can't keep doing this in the middle of the
day. Someone's going to get suspicious, eventually."

"I don't care. I love you. If we get caught, we get caught."

Liz smiled, soaking up the remainder of her time alone with him,
knowing that their afternoon rendezvous was nearing its end for
another day and he would head back to his office and she would
return to her normal hum-drum world of laundry and vacuuming and
cooking dinner. She sighed deeply and it didn't go unnoticed by
her partner.

"We'll have to get away for a weekend. Spend a couple of days
just like this."

She smiled, but didn't hold out hope. Weekends had been planned
before, but for one reason or another they were never seen
through to fruition; something always seemed to come up. Plans,
it seemed, were easy to make and even easier to break.

The first sounds of reality crept into the room about three
minutes later. Liz sighed and sat up in bed, looking down at Paul
and shook her head, smiling.

"Hey mom, dad," Molly shouted through the door. "Tim's being a
dork again. He keeps picking on me. Are you guys almost finished
cleaning the closet . . . or . . . *whatever*." Molly let her
words hang, their implication more than enough of an indictment.

Liz's face burned crimson and Paul laughed. "We'll be out in a
minute, sweetie. Tell Timmy I said to stop it," he said.

Molly ran down the stairs yelling parental threats to her brother
that were never even implied by Paul. Liz had donned her jeans by
this point and was throwing a green sweatshirt over her naked
torso. She leaned over the bed and kissed Paul softly, lovingly.

"Look at it this way, honey," he smiled. "Only three more years
until they're both away at college."

She leaned over, her eyes sparkling and looking directly into
him, and kissed him again, this time taking his lower lip between
hers and biting down slightly. "I can't wait."


END


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My e-mail address is John3365a@aol.com.


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