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"Sixty Minute Man"

copyright June 2002

by Souvie

(A "flash" story in 296 words.)

The inside of the surveillance van was littered with candy

wrappers and chip bags and smelled like a teenager's gym locker.

"How long's it been now?"

Tony had to ask the question again before he got Jim's attention.

"Sorry, forty-three minutes, ten seconds."

"Sixteen minutes and fifty seconds to go."

"How can you be so damn smug?"

"Because I can, that's why. I'm not some new greenhorn, like

you."

Jim hated being called a greenhorn, but the noises coming from

his headset were more than making up for the slight.

"Put it on speaker," Tony instructed.

Jim adjusted a knob on the control panel and the van was filled

with the sounds of masculine grunts accompanied by a woman's

throaty screams: Fuck me, ungh, fuck me, oh yessssssssssss.

"He's gonna piss around and blow this whole job." Jim switched

the sound back to his headset.

"No, he won't -- never has, probably never will."

"Yeah, right."

"Sixty minutes, that's all he needs, all he ever takes. Sixty

Minute Man."

"You mean to tell me that he wheedles his way into their good

graces, comes up for a drink or whatever, squeezes in a quick

'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am', *and* manages to get the goods all

in sixty minutes?"

"Yup."

"Never happen."

"Sixty bucks says it does."

"You're on!"

"How many minutes now?"

"Fifty-nine minutes, thirty-three seconds." Jim snapped off the

headset, smug grin on his face. "Never happen."

"Uh-huh," Tony countered, grinning back. He gestured to the row

of condos across from their van.

Jim took a look through the binoculars -- a tall figure dressed

in a worse-for-wear tux raced along the bushes toward them, a

brown package clutched tightly in his hand.

"Fuck!"

Tony just laughed. "Pay up, greenhorn."

It was a bet Jim never took again.

THE END