“Honey, do you have your gloves on?”
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“What about your mask?”
“Yep. That too.”
“And your bodysuit?”
“Yes – For Christ’s sakes, will you hurry up? I’m boiling in this damned thing!”
“And the condom?”
“Yes, yes, yes – I have every-fucking-thing on!!”
She came around the corner wearing a surgical cap, goggles, a respirator-style mask, a nylon body stocking with a hole cut in the crotch, opera length gloves, and white athletic tub socks. Quickly, she hopped up on top of him and got his condom-covered cock inside. For a mad few minutes, they bucked and heaved, each of them trying to suck more air through their masks.
Almost as soon as he finished, she climbed off and went into the bathroom to strip everything off and shower.
“Your money’s on the dresser,” he said, pulling off the mask and throwing it away. He discarded the gloves too. The bodysuit got thrown in a hamper with a tight-fitting lid.
“Thanks for your business, and thanks for keeping it safe,” she called, toweling off.
A few seconds later, her door bell rang.