Lunch Break - Story Number Two
By Wanderer
Man thinks sex for lunch better than food.


Author's note: Around the year 2000 I got my first computer, and I noticed
Diana the Valkyrie's web site. Being a computer novice, I didn't yet know how
to send e-mails and attachments so I typed out two stories and sent them to
Diana the Valkyrie by snail mail. Well, Diana was kind enough to put them on
her web site, but you have to click on every page to read them and the
typewriter print isn't easy to read, so I have re-submitted my first two
stories in this easier to read format. You may have read them before, or maybe
you didn't bother, or if you read them a long time ago you might like to read
them again. Thanks.

This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 18 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so.

The story:

He pressed his back tightly against the wall, seeking to merge with it. Slowly
he inched his way along. He had heard the car come up the driveway and the car
door slam shut. He knew what that meant. He moved along the wall as silently
as possible. Drops of perspiration were beading on his forehead and running
down into his eyes. He blinked and kept going. He knew he couldn't raise his
hands to wipe his brow - the movement might attract attention, and someone
might see the rope he had, tautly extended in his two nervous hands.
Stealthily, inch by inch, he moved his way along the wall until he could peer
around the corner at the front door of the house.

There she was! She was fumbling in her purse for her door key, the two heavy
bags of groceries resting against the door. He could see her calves, full,
large, hard looking, striated with muscle, looking potent, and somehow he knew
her skirt concealed large and powerful thighs, he could almost see ridges of
muscle causing creases in the material of the skirt enveloping her powerful
looking hips. Her flimsy blouse couldn't hide the broad shoulders, and the
short sleeves did nothing to conceal the ample upper arms that seemed to show
little ripples of muscle as she searched through her purse for her door keys.
He began to sweat even more profusely. "Nuts," Jack said to himself, "just
nerves," and he tightened his grasp on his rope even more.

"Ah," the unsuspecting woman said, "here you are," pulling her keys out of her
handbag, and she opened the door. As she stooped to pick up her grocery bags
her short skirt hiked up even higher, giving Jack a provocative view of her
calves and very muscular thighs.

"Damn," Jack said to himself, "I have to have her, and now!" As Jan entered
the hallway with two heavy grocery bags in her hands and before she could turn
to close the door, Jack was upon her! With one foot he slammed the front door
shut, and he brought the rope over her blonde coiffed head and around her
throat!

"Gotcha!" he exulted, tightening his strangulating grip on her throat. "Don't
fight me, it's useless!" he yelled in her ear as the poor victim dropped the
grocery bags, scattering the contents all over the floor, and clutched at the
rope strangling her!

"Forget it, you're mine!" Jack bellowed at her. "I've got you, sister, give up
and I won't hurt you!"

Desperately Jan struggled, barely able to get one finger between the rope and
her neck, but that was enough for her. Slowly she managed to release a little
bit of the tension that was cutting short her life-giving oxygen supply,
amazingly creating a little slack between the rope and her neck, try as hard
as Jack might to keep the rope tight. And a little slack gave Jan room to put
in another finger and then another until Jack realized that, despite his
desperate efforts, this woman now had both hands between the rope and her neck
so that he had lost the advantage of his surprise attack. He watched,
fascinated, the play of the muscles in her back and her deltoids and her
trapezius as she slowly pushed the rope away from her neck. He didn't think he
had ever seen such large, well defined trapezius muscles in anyone's back, and
her shoulders seemed to broaden to twice their width with the effort she was
making. Jack jammed his knee into the small of her back for leverage and
pulled with all of his might. The sudden shock to her back made her lose her
grip on the rope so that it again clamped tight around her throat!

"Ooohhh," he heard her feeble gasp, and he knew he had her now! But,
unbelievably, the rope again slowly began to loosen from around her throat
despite every ounce of strength he was able to muster. Jack watched as the
biceps and triceps in the arms of this little woman bunched and quivered as
she exerted force against the rope, the arm growing huge in proportion in
response to the physical effort she was expending. All of a sudden Jack felt
steely fingers close on his right wrist as Jan's efforts had pushed the rope
far enough from her neck that his arms were now over her shoulders. They stood
this way, frozen for a moment, Jack apprehensively looking around for an
escape route since he hadn't gained the quick victory he expected.

Before Jack had a chance to move he found himself hurtling to the floor as Jan
brought his right arm forward and easily threw him over one lush hip onto his
back. Instantaneously he felt the right heel of her shoe deep in his throat,
shutting off his air supply as he had done with his rope to Jan! "Glug! Glug!"
was about all he could manage to get out, his eyes now wild with fear as
pictures of his fate at the hands of this incredibly strong woman rushed
through his brain. He stared up at an unbelievably large calf pressing the
stiletto of her high heel into his Adam's apple, backed by a swelling sensual
thigh that just rippled with muscle as she applied pressure. Jan towered over
him, hands defiantly on hips, angrily glaring down at this vermin squirming
under her foot.

"There, how does that feel? Tables are turned. You don't like it, do you?" she
inquired, angrily. "What shall I do to you? How shall I punish you?" she mused
out loud.

Jack, very worried now, and gasping for breath, tried desperately to remove
her foot from his throat. He grasped at the solid ankle and then the huge hard
calf, amazement at the size and solidity of it mixing with the fear and
apprehension his situation engendered. Oh, if only he hadn't been so cocky.
Now the hopelessness of his prone position was flooding in on him, but despite
his fear the glimpses he had of those lush powerful legs coming together under
Jan's skirt aroused his desire despite himself, and Jan noticed the growing
bulge in his pants.

"Some of you guys are never satisfied," she taunted him, and in one swift move
she shifted her high heel from his neck to his crotch, applying enormous
pressure to his sensitive parts!

"Ouch! Ouch!" he yelped. "Stop that, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!"

"Don't hurt you?" Jan responded, "I ought to cripple you for life, surprising
me like that. Look, you're just a puny man, I could ruin you for life if I
wanted to, see?" And for emphasis she reached down to Jack's crotch and put
enormous pressure on his testicles, holding her hand there and meanwhile
gazing into his eyes, enjoying the fear of her that was quite evident in
Jack's face as he squirmed under her awesome pressure.

Jan held him helpless like that for some minutes, enjoying his great
discomfort, they both knowing she held the upper hand. He was hers to do with
as she wanted, his opportunity to be the one in control gone now, he
trembling, afraid of her next move. Silently his eyes pleaded with her to be
let go, but consciously he knew his ordeal wasn't over.

As if in answer to his silent pleading Jan tightened her grip on his crotch
even more, bent down and placed her other hand on his throat, and with one
easy move cleaned and jerked Jack over her head! This little five foot four
inch woman was holding a six foot two hundred pound man over her head with
seemingly the greatest of ease! The thought of being held so helpless by a
mere woman made Jack's body shake with irrational fear! He had no idea anyone
could do this, especially not a woman. As he looked fearfully down on the
floor now, past Jan's massively expanded chest, rising and falling powerfully
from the effort needed to keep Jack balanced over her head, he instinctively
clutched at whatever he could to keep himself from falling, in this case
grabbing one of the powerful arms holding him aloft. The thickness and
hardness of the muscle in that arm amazed him - he could feel the powerful
sheaths, like thick cable under Jan's skin, moving back and forth as she
easily balanced him over her head. Triumphantly she walked around the room,
holding his shaking body overhead, he reaching for whatever he could to hold
on, first her arm, then her chest, a stern "Don't!" command making him hastily
move to her shoulder, feeling the powerful width and the massive deltoid
helping to secure him aloft.

"Put me down, put me down," he croaked helplessly. For answer he got a sweet
"All right, if you say so," and then he wished he had kept his mouth shut. Jan
easily flipped him in the air, caught him in her powerful arms on his way
down, and as she caught him she was kneeling onto one knee so that Jack found
his body stretched across one of her legs, her knee in the small of his back,
her hands applying pressure to his chest and crotch, the small of his back
across her knee, feeling as if she were going to bend him backwards until he
broke in two!

"Don't! Don't! You're hurting me! Stop!" He begged, now thoroughly cowed,
having gone from bold attacker to a craven coward, pleading to be spared his
life!

"Oh, shut up!" Jan commanded, and he quickly fell silent, as ordered. "Look at
this mess, groceries all over the floor, the milk spilled out, oranges
crushed, what a mess! You're gong to clean up every last bit of it while I
figure out whether I'm going to let you live or not! And for heaven's sake,
get rid of that hard-on! Why can't you be just like a normal husband, go to
bed at the right time and then get a hard-on? But I've got to admit, the
results are pretty spectacular," she mused, glancing at his erection.

"Oh, Jan," Jack sighed, I guess it's just my male ego, I'm hoping some day I'm
going to surprise you enough to beat you," he responded.

"Fat chance," Jan laughed. "You know I'm too strong for you - you've tried
every trick in the book and I whip your ass every time! You want me to let you
win one, just for the hell of it? Will that soothe your fragile male ego?" she
offered.

"No, no," Jack said, "I wouldn't feel right, I'd know you were letting me win.
Dammit, I'd like to beat you just one time on my own, fair and square! How
come I can't? I'm taller than you, heavier than you, older than you, you're
only twenty to my thirty, I've been weight training longer than you, I can
scare other guys, and yet in the two years we've been married I have yet to
win one. How come?"

"Well, Jack," Jan responded, that's all true, there's just one little thing.
I've got bigger muscles than you, way bigger," Jan laughed. "Genes, I guess,"
and Jan dropped Jack off her knee, put her heel on his chest to emphasize she
was still in control, and proceeded to show Jack her muscles.

"Gosh, Jan, your calves and thighs are even bigger now than when I first
proposed to you. Remember how I got carried away and tried to rape you on our
third date and you beat me up? What a shock that was to me. I didn't realize
your muscles had muscles. I thought I was going to have my way with your sexy
body, and instead I wound up in the emergency room of the hospital, you
carrying me in there. When they asked I had to tell them a mugger did it, I
couldn't admit I got beaten up by my eighteen year old girl friend, me a guy
of twenty-eight, my ego couldn't take that. But you were beautiful, even when
you were very angry, and I had to have you. I'm glad you realized it was my
passion for you that was overcoming my better judgment, and not some evil
streak. I guess since then I've been trying to prove myself, but no matter how
hard I train I think you're getting even stronger than I am. Look at this calf
- when we got married you were 18" and hard, now it's bigger and harder."

"20 inches now," Jan offered.

"And your thighs," Jack said, as he reached up to caress the steely cables
running amok under the skin as she flexed for him, pleased by his admiration.
"Those are skull crushers. When you wrap them around my head I keep praying
you don't forget yourself and hurt me," he said.

"Only 29 inches plus," Jan offered, "but I keep working on them. It's my
biceps that do you in every time though, Jack, somehow it always seems to come
down to bicep against bicep. I know you've got a great 14 inch pair of arms,
but you really can't put yourself up against my 20 inchers (and here Jan
flexed her enormous biceps for emphasis), so why bother? Just give up. You
come when I say 'Come,' and we won't have to fight about it every time."

"Aw, Jan," Jack said, "I love it when I surprise you by coming home for lunch
and we wind up in bed, it's...so...spontaneous!"

"Dammit," Jan said, "you're just this big, lovable moose of a guy. Every time
you attack me and I have to beat you up I say to myself I'm going to teach you
a lesson and withhold sexual favors. Then I look at you, you just lying there
under my heel, looking so pitiful and helpless, those big mournful eyes
staring up at me, pleading, that big bulge in your pants, and I go all
soft-hearted and give you what you want. I guess it's the battle, both our
adrenalins get worked up. Oh, OK, come on, you really win in the end, anyway,
you always get what you start out for! I'm just a softy!"

Saying that, Jan reached down and swept Jack up in her muscular arms in a
sitting position so that she could kiss him long and deep, one hand under his
rear end easily holding his two hundred pound bulk, Jack holding on, his arms
thrown around her powerful shoulders and wrapped around her strong neck,
feeling the power of his shorter wife as she effortlessly carried him to their
lunchtime rendezvous. They kept kissing hard, Jan's tongue probing deep, and
as she carried Jack up the stairs to the bedroom Jack was really glad he had
come home for lunch this day!