Here is a new story I am working on. It includes respirators, supplied air, hazmat, messy situations and sex. I am looking for critiques and constructive criticisms! Thanks for reading!
“Ok! It’s time to get to work!” She said to her husband right before she pulled the mask down over her face. Her husband helped her tighten the straps to her full face mask and makes sure the hood of her yellow tychem suit wasn’t getting scrunched up. You see, this couple are artists and today they are getting suited up to mix up some clay for pottery along with some new slips and glazes.
He checks to make sure her mask is on tight by putting his hand over the inlet and she attempts to take a breath. The mask pulls tight against her face, but his hand remains. She breaths in again but this time the mask gets tighter, understanding that he is getting frisky with some breathplay. She smiles at him through the mask, and pulls his hand away. “We have to work, not play!” she says while winking.