The Office VisitAt the time I thought he didn't notice me. Later I found that just the opposite was true. I had been watching him for maybe two months trying to decide what it was about him that made my hormones go wild. When seated next to him I got so wet that I was worried about leaving a stain on the chair. I had read about pheromone in relation to animals, but never thought that people were subject to the same influences. Why we frequently found ourselves in such close proximity was another story. The English department where I taught did not think a lowly adjunct needed a computer. In fact, they didn't even think I merited a desk. In reality, I didn't need a computer as programming was just a hobby for me. I just liked the idea of making a machine my slave. Thus we found ourselves seated in front of our respective IBM clones on an almost daily basis. With a little detective work I found out that his name was Alex and he was an instructor in the computer science department. Even if he had been a sexual zilch, I still would have probably noticed him as we were the ONLY users of the two PCs in a faculty lab filled with Macs. God! how I hated those machines. My prejudice, like most was inherited, in my case from my father. He has been working with computers for the last 30 years. As a memento, he gave me his original IMSA 8080 still in working order. I had been brought up to think that computers should not be `cute'. Herman, the director of the lab, must have picked up on my vibes as he would barely give me the time of day. That is, until I hatched MY PLAN. One day, finally overcoming my shyness, I glanced over at Alex. Actually, I looked at his monitor and realized that he was trying to pirate an application. "If Herman catches you, he will hang you by your thumbnails and tattoo Mac icons on strange parts of your body." Alex laughed and said, "Oh, Herman and I are good buddies. I teach Pascal using the Mac and I frequently have to ask him questions. Actually, I make up the questions so I can stay on his good side." After the ice was broken, we began to talk every day. On about the third day, I found out about HIS OFFICE. Since he was an instructor, the university deemed to give him an office. It was a hasty sheetrock affair of about 70 square feet and a very large Steelcase desk. On the downside, it was located off the very room in which I sat. Despite these limitations, it had a door with a lock. This was not the point when I began to formulate MY PLAN, but I am sure that it was an inspiration. MY PLAN took its focus the day Alex and I were on the elevator together. It was the typical cattle car scene. We were jammed in like sardines and the only redeeming factor that when pressed against each other I realized that Alex was sporting a very big hard on. After this revelation and a few later surreptitious glances, I realized that he had an constant erection whenever we were together. He seemed to have the same chemical reaction to me as I did to him. This discovery was the impetus which led me to even think about anything as risky as THE PLAN. A few very innocent lunches, laced with a lot of heavy sexual tension, followed. As inconvenient as the location of his office WAS, it turned out that we were both married. This came as not a really big surprise, as I was fully cognizant of my own marital status and since he was not a kid, the probabilities were that he was married too. Although I had anticipated the fact, it presented problems. I never claimed to be a romantic, but the idea of a seedy motel room didn't much appeal to me. His office therefore became the most likely location. As I mentioned before, its only assets were the large desk and the locked door. The walls were paper thin. Since I generally cum loudly and frequently, after contemplation, I decided I had better begin my homework. While Herman beamed away, I began my research on the Mac. Discretion was the key word. Herman was very protective of his little apples. The actual programming was done at home thanks to a Mac on loan from a friend. (When it comes to programming, I am very patient.) Finally, after weeks of debugging, I was able to write and load a nifty little program that would render the Mac server useless for the hour or so I hoped I needed. After what had seemed eons, the day of execution arrived. This was not exactly the type of program you could Beta test so I just crossed my fingers and hoped I could prove my father proud. Although we were definitely running on the same track, I didn't want Alex to suffer cardiac arrest. In preparation for what was to come, I strolled into his office humming the tune of My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. When I began to sing my lyrics to the song, a broad grin crossed his face. (If this is beginning to sound like a scene from an Indian movie, you're right, but stay tuned.) Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin' Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin' A story 'bout Suzy-Q, oh what a scene, These are a few of my favorite things Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin' One with his pants off, his size is amazin'! A horse with a hard on suspended by strings * These are a few of my favorite things When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so sad * This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new Russian democracy! After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn't much resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries, I immediately began to savor the contents. As my tongue rolled around the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy and panic, he murmured, "Jesus, Clarissa, we can't do this here." Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on a nearby keyboard. Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably that I found it my civic duty to silence him. Retaking appendage in mouth I began to suck it for all it was worth. Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact, since it was a special occasion I had dispensed with all underwear. Taking this as his cue, with a quick switch of positions we found ourselves on his large Steelcase desk. He began by running his tongue along the curve of my small but well formed breast, and down my belly. Bearing right at my navel, he shortly found his tongue wading through my short and curlies. I sucked him deeper into my mouth as his tongue hit my clit. He had one hand twiddling my clit between tongue laps, while his tongue was exploring my wet cunt, darting in and out, tracing my lips all the way back where he lightly nibbled that very sensitive area between cunt and anus, and then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush. The chill that shot up my spine caused me to gasp, sucking his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue finally returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking! I could have continued with this game for a long, long time, but as if out of no where a condom appeared. My heart, already pounding double time, started doing little flips. My clitty, so recently being ministered to by tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was coming. I took the packet from him and ripped it open. Now, with both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I gently grasped his member [I just HAD to] in one hand and unrolled the sheath with my other. I realized that the wrapper was still in my hand. As I reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on my back, and then another reaching around my waist to my hot pussy. I knew what was coming, and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into my anxious (but not hardened) target. Help wasn't needed however, and before my hand found its target, his missile found mine, and with a grunt of satisfaction he started his journey home. With a long slow push I felt myself filling up. Then his hand came around me and started to caress my clit. Then finger twiddle, slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy. With each beat of the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again. As if upon mutual agreement, a soft languid cry flowed from our lips and could have been heard if anyone had been listening. Serendipitiously, a loud wail from Herman was produced on the opposite side of the wall. I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing simultaneously, but it really isn't very interesting. -- Mail rec.arts.erotica submissions to erotica@telly.on.ca. Most software will automatically mail your postings to that address. |