Message-ID: <4316eli$9709241003@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Glenn Griffin Subject: Back in Houston (sigh) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34281CD9.BFA55AE7@pen.net> The office was quiet, that late in the evening. As the other people working late left one by one, the lights turn off around the build marking their departure. The unnoticed little noises become louder, fingers typing on keyboards, the clicks and hum of the various systems around the building. Even the phone calls taper off, as the rest of the world, smarter than we, has already left their offices, and thankfully no longer have any reason to pester us. Slowly, the light outside begins to fade, the sun set no long ago, and the darker shades of evening pushing the lingering reds out of the western sky. Still trying to finish up these last runs, I crouch down lower over the keyboard, pushing the computer around to spit up its secret information, trying to get the darn report in form to print out. Repeatedly the computer is fighting me every step of the way, and the friggin' specimens keep clouding up, but I just have to get this report out, since the customer is already screaming. And then, as I adjust the monitor, squinting against its glare to try to read the fine print of the last run, I feel a light touch on the back of my neck, and jump back, involuntarily, yelling in surprise. "Geez! Don't scare me like that!" "I didn't do it intentionally. You're way too absorbed in that computer," you reply, not at all pertrubed by my reaction. "Well," I grunt, turning the monitor off and pushing back from the computer, "I was just trying to get this last fockin' report done. Oh, well, screw 'em. I'll get it out first thing tomorrow morning." "Good. Cause, as usual, I'm hungry. Let's blow this pop stand," you declare, playfully. "'Course, I still can't eat any real food." "Hmmm. There's other things we could do besides eat. Besides eating food, I mean" "Like what? There's not anything you're good at," you say, your smile taking all the acid out of the remark. "Is there?" "I don't know," I reply, getting up out of the chair and taking the two steps necessary to stand before you. I wrap my hands in the material of the front of your dress, and pull you against me. "It sure doesn't involve any calories." Even as you lean your body against mine, you are not going to admit defeat by any means. "I don't want _that_ if it's going to be some diet thing. I'll definitely take a king-size serving of that." You ostentatiously grind yourself against the hardness I cannot control. "Hmmm," you say. "I hope there's something left by the time I get the belt buckle out of the way." "Well," I continue, stepping back as far as I can with out hands locked in each other's clothing, and surveying you critically. "I wasn't looking for that filling of a meal, but you're all big on top. I mean, everyone says, more than a mouthful...," even as I duck the mock blow aimed at my head, I look around the lab for an empty spot of table or counter. Starting to unbutton your dress, I am pulling you to the back corner as you start fooling with my zipper, not-accidentally rubbing my hard bulge through the denim of my jeans. "Mmmmm," is the only word, as our lips meet, again, for the first time. More insistently, I undo the buttons at the neck of your jumpsuit, running my fingers from your neck down the swells of your full breasts, pulling the dress down from one shoulder in order to reach around, and undo the clasp of your bra. Released from their confinement, your breasts still proudly thrust up, the already perky nipples just begging for attention as they rise up above the concealing fabric. Resisting for the moment, I hold on to your lips with mine, then move down to your neck, teasing just a bit with my teeth. Finally, my belt yields to your hands, and my jeans fall open; you reach in to run your hands along my straining member, even as I kiss my way down your breast to take a hard nipple into my hot mouth. For just a second you reach inside my underwear to grasp the soft skin of my cock head, firmly between your long fingers, and I gasp, just for a second completely unable to reason, then I pull away, just a bit, pulling down your dress as I work down your body, keeping myself just momentarily safe from your expert hands. You pull your arms free of the sleeves of the dress, reaching back behind you to pull yourself onto the counter, smashing a couple of unfortunate radiation meters to the floor to make room for the needs at and. You sit at the very edge of the counter, leaning back against the wall as I pull the jumper down your legs, the shoes long since kicked off into the corners. Even as I slide may arms under your legs, grabbing your butt to pull you to me, you lock your ankles behind my back. You are already squiriming from the feeling of my hot breath upon your tender skin, the rough tease as I nibble at your inner thighs, the long quivery feeling as I nuzzle against your most sensitive skin through your thin and wetted panties. Even though you want more, I restrain myself to teasing you through the panties, by nibbling and sucking, but not too hard. Pretty soon, you eagerly help my to wrassle your panties off, kicking them off into a corner of the lab with a little cry, as I have already gone to the innermost core of you, sucking at the hooded skin over your already firming clit, licking repeatedly at the your tingling skin to guide the orchestra of your soft noises to its impending climax. Sooner than you imagine, you are at the tingling edge of an orgasm, and you respond only by pulling my head closer to you with your legs, thrashing in quivering agony as I continue to lick you, to suck your flesh with long, determined strokes, deliberately prolonging the torture of your ecstasy. But, even as yu begin to settle, your wits gathering around your in the aftermath of your peak, your realize that I am standing before you now, my tool a hard intruder at the slippery haven between your legs. I bend over to kiss you, the taste of you still on my lips, even as I slide the length of my member into the slippery tightness of your pussy. With slow strokes, I slide myself into you, then pull myself completely out; just a moment, as we both appreciate the loss, my member throbbing in the cool air, you wanting to be filled again, and the I slide into you again, once more the mind-blowing feeling of the first entry, the incredible feeling of fullness and tightness and heat and slipperyness, the way in which my hardness in enveloped by you, the unbelievably hot feeling of you around me. Quickly, we come as one to a rhythm, long and fast, pushing hard against each other, our lips locked on each other even as we struggle for breath, gasping for air even as we thrust at each other, rocking your hips to bring me more deeply into you, grinding hard against the still swollen bud of your clittie as we plunge together. More frantic now, in short thrusts as I feel all of the muscles in my body as they clench as one, the very bones of in my groin seeming to catch fire and melt as I begin to spew my fluids into you, my balls sore and burning with the force of my orgasm even as I continue to pump, then holding, together, continuing to milk me with the strong muscles of your cunt even as I tremble, more than willing to torment me the same way that I did you, to torture me by drawing out the sweet agony. Slowly, our breathing comes back to normal, and we stay there, no words, just smiling at each other, wondering what might happen next... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /