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Computer Lab

At 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 a****ls, 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 catches you, he will hang you by your thumbnails and
tattoo Mac icons on strange parts of your body." Alex laughed and said<"There's madness afoot at
the Circle-K this eve">, "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. Despite these limitations, it had a door with a lock. This was not the point when I
began to formulate MY <5 YEAR>PLAN, but I am sure that it was an inspiration. MY <5
YEAR>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<9 From Outer Space. by Edward Woodie>. 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 k**, the probabilities were that he was married too.
Although I had anticipated the fact, it presented problemsme. 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 awaykey 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>Steve Jobs>. (When it comes to programming, I am very patient.) Finally,
after weeks of debugging, I was able to write and load a nifty<NIFTY! a I Hee. girl! just...such
Aren?t 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 <VHS'ED itcrossed my fingers and hoped I could prove
myfather 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. 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!<NAY! 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
extesy<OUCH! and panic, he murmured, "Jesus, Clarissa<HARLOWE!, 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<HOO-ER!. 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 <68 degrees>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 <BIG, 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<20 more and I could get a Bazooka Joe decoder ring>. 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<SOON...WE'D PADIDDLE!, 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 <WITH...SEMPRINI??!. 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. RICHH credits to RDC for that whole Alex Trebeck ruling the world thing.


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