Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Kenny N Gamera
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 24, 2015
- Location
- Mountian States
Authour's Notes
This is one of five flashes based on the Simon and
Garfunkle song _The_Boxer._ I wrote the one, "Asking Only
Workman's Wages," for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, but
thought better of it and didn't post it then. When the
Anniversary Song Fest was announced, I thought to post it
and complete the series with one flash for each stanza of
the song. They have no order and are not connected to each
other in any way. As with anything they vary in quality,
but each captures the mood of the verse. I hope you enjoy.Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera
Asking Only Workman's Wages
An ASSTR Anniversary Song Story
by
Kenny N Gamera
Another day in an endless string, the clock on the Olds
building shows that there is much to go. I walk into the
bar. The bright electric lights contrast with the soft
daylight, but still manage to be dimmer.
She sees me as I step inside and waves. I wave back as I
walk towards a table near the stage. I get a Budweiser and
sip slowly, watching the girls dance. Two songs go by; she
touches my shoulder.
"Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Of course."
We walk from my table; I take her hand in mine as we go up.
She leads me to a loveseat away from the juke box. I sit
down.
"How's your boy?"
Her face lights up as she answers. "He's doing really good
in school right now. He's one of the best readers in his
class."
I've given her a dollar which she feeds into the juke box.
As we wait, she positions me on the couch. The song starts.
She begins to twist in front of me. She inches closer. Her
thigh touches my groin. I touch my fingertips to her leg
and graze her skin with soft touches. It is slightly sticky
with sweat.
Her top joins my beer on the table. Her face moves to mine.
Our mouths all but met. I smell the smoke on her breath.
She pulls away just before the urge to kiss overcomes me. I
touch her arms. My caresses reach to her shoulder blades.
She whispers in my ear, "you are so sweet."
She grinds her ass against my erection in time to the music.
I teasingly touch her back. The song ends; her top returns.
"Another?"
"I can't." I shrug. "Stuff."
"I work again Friday."
"I'll be here."
Her lips touch my cheek.
This is one of five flashes based on the Simon and
Garfunkle song _The_Boxer._ I wrote the one, "Asking Only
Workman's Wages," for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, but
thought better of it and didn't post it then. When the
Anniversary Song Fest was announced, I thought to post it
and complete the series with one flash for each stanza of
the song. They have no order and are not connected to each
other in any way. As with anything they vary in quality,
but each captures the mood of the verse. I hope you enjoy.Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera
Asking Only Workman's Wages
An ASSTR Anniversary Song Story
by
Kenny N Gamera
Another day in an endless string, the clock on the Olds
building shows that there is much to go. I walk into the
bar. The bright electric lights contrast with the soft
daylight, but still manage to be dimmer.
She sees me as I step inside and waves. I wave back as I
walk towards a table near the stage. I get a Budweiser and
sip slowly, watching the girls dance. Two songs go by; she
touches my shoulder.
"Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Of course."
We walk from my table; I take her hand in mine as we go up.
She leads me to a loveseat away from the juke box. I sit
down.
"How's your boy?"
Her face lights up as she answers. "He's doing really good
in school right now. He's one of the best readers in his
class."
I've given her a dollar which she feeds into the juke box.
As we wait, she positions me on the couch. The song starts.
She begins to twist in front of me. She inches closer. Her
thigh touches my groin. I touch my fingertips to her leg
and graze her skin with soft touches. It is slightly sticky
with sweat.
Her top joins my beer on the table. Her face moves to mine.
Our mouths all but met. I smell the smoke on her breath.
She pulls away just before the urge to kiss overcomes me. I
touch her arms. My caresses reach to her shoulder blades.
She whispers in my ear, "you are so sweet."
She grinds her ass against my erection in time to the music.
I teasingly touch her back. The song ends; her top returns.
"Another?"
"I can't." I shrug. "Stuff."
"I work again Friday."
"I'll be here."
Her lips touch my cheek.