Molten Core - Sex Stories

Molten Core

The workshop existed in a world of heat and light all its own. Patiently, Eve turned her blowpipe, expertly heating the carefully shaped multicolored layers of molten glass. Her lean, muscled arms held the pipe steady as she twisted it, watching through the glory hole as the glass began to glow faintly inside the furnace. The room was hot enough so that she worked in a ribbed white tank top, with a ragged but well fitting pair of canvas cargos to protect her legs from stray shards. Judging the temperature to be just right, Eve withdrew the glass, twisting carefully the entire time, and placed the rod on an a-frame support. Gloved hands choked up on the spinning pipe, then Eve quickly began the final shaping process. She used a jack and shears to give the piece flutes in the grooves already created by earlier knurling. The overall length and girth of the glass had been determined and achieved earlier, so it was just a matter of smoothing out the edges, then allowing the entire thing to fall, or curve, slightly. When she was satisfied with it, Eve smiled and twisted the pipe some more, waiting for the glass to cool sufficiently before snapping it cleanly off at the wide collar. With gloves, because it was still hot enough to burn her skin right off, she carefully picked up the piece and placed it in the annealing oven to cure. She was pleased with her newest work, and would make a cast mold of it later. She took off the gloves, then wiped at her brow as she turned the furnace ...

... down. Just then, a jingling bell announced a visitor in the gallery proper. She walked to a long table along the far wall and watched on a monitor as a tall, well dressed man wandered the exhibited pieces. She guzzled water as she observed him eyeing this piece or that, before wiping the sweat off her brow one last time and heading out the workshop doors. Outside, snow had mounded on either side of the door and along the short path to the gallery. The temperature was easily in the twenties, but after being in the workshop all afternoon and into the evening, it felt like heaven to Eve. She didn't bother with a coat on the short walk, simply reveled in the way her skin tingled in the cold. She didn't dally too much, though. Quicker than she would have liked, she was in the gallery's storage room, making her way into a small break room, then down a short hall to the gallery space. “Welcome to Molten Core,” Eve said. “Can I help you find something?” He was facing away from her, the line of his clearly expensive, charcoal gray coat only showing Eve that he was tall and broad shouldered. When he turned around, all her senses did a mental double take. He was nearly a head taller than herself. She was looking up into enigmatic yellow eyes. It was an intense, hot look that captured and held her still as a deer in headlights. The coat, open down the front, revealed a black tailored suit over a snowy white dress shirt. The result was a man that packed a significant punch to the senses. ...