Computer Lab Girl

Computer Lab Girl    
   
John  
Ma’am do you work here?  
 
[She emerges from behind the desk. Her lips are stained in raspberry lipstick. Her face is mocha hued. She beams naughtily with passionflower flaming smile.]  
 
Tech Girl  
Hi there. How can I help you?  
 
John  
Well I can’t log off my email. There seems to be a problem with the browser being unsupported.  
 
[She bends at the waist and clicks at icons. Her sweat pants reveal the beauty of her derriere. Her bottom is wide with her cheeks parted. I gaze at her posterior with the utmost fascination. She clicks all over my email to no avail.]  
 
John  
Hey maybe you could just clear the browser of passwords. That might work.  
 
Tech Girl  
Yep you are right. That will probably do it. Hey there you are. You are logged off.  
 
John  
Thank you so much. I appreciate that very much.  
 
[She stands erect and looks up at me with a wicked grin.]  
 
Tech Girl  
You know it’s just you and me alone here. I noticed you staring at my ass.  
You must have liked what you saw. You sure did gaze at it the whole time. I’d say you’re a dirty old man.  
 
John  
Well yes I am busted. And I am a lecherous man.  
 
Tech Girl  
Well describe my rear to me. Tell me what you see.  
 
John  
I see the perfection of feminine proportions. I love the roundness and the way your moons part so beautifully. There is a hypnotic symmetry to your buns. Your fleshy pillows are firmly muscular like a runner. They are magnificent as double moon rise in chocolate grandeur.  I hunger to touch and squeeze your globes.  
 
Tech Girl  
Well we’re alone. Go ahead and feel me. I don’t mind.  
 
[She bends over the computer table. I hold her cheeks and fondle them with my fingers. I pull them apart and sink my fingers into her cleft.]    
 
Tech Girl  
You know what you’re doing ole dude. I love the feel of a really professional ass massager. Now press your fingertip into my rear passage. Go ahead it’s between semesters. We won’t get caught.  
 
John  
I never imagined this happening in the computer lab. This is way more fun than surfing the net.  
 
Tech Girl  
Well let your fingers do the walking. Rub me down there in my anus. Don’t be shy. I won’t tell on you. This is consensual after all.  
 
[I run my hand down the crease of her buttocks and to her rear passage. I press into the cotton fabric and feel her rear entrance. I push hard into it. She moans.]  
 
Tech Girl  
You’ve been such a good boy. I bet you’re as hard as a rock. Let me feel you. Yep I was right. You sure are well endowed. You’re zipper must be about to burst.  
 
John  
Well I must admit your bottom has inspired me to dream.  
 
Tech Girl  
I bet you’d like to get the full show. My ass is even more luscious without these sweat pants. Meet me after work. We can share a coffee and maybe more later on. I want you to woo me. Then we can delve deeper into your ass fetish. Now while I’m bent over like this, take advantage of me.  
 
[I slide my hand between her legs. She clamps down hard on me and pumps her hips.]  
 
John  
Is this what you had in mind?  
 
Tech Girl  
Just keep it there till I’m finished.  
 
John  
Hey I’m seeing sweat stains on your pants. That might be embarrassing if someone sees.  
 
Tech Girl  
Fuck the wet spots I’m on fire.