Computer Lab Girl

Computer Lab Girl

     My petition begins with, “Ma’am do you work here?”
     She emerges from behind the desk. Her lips are stained with raspberry lipstick. Her face is mocha-hued. She beams naughtily with passionflower flaming smile.
     The tech Girl invites me into her space. “Hi there. How can I help you?”
     My entreaty deepens. “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 sweatpants 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.
     My opening widens. “Hey, maybe you could just clear the browser of passwords. That might work.”
     The Tech Girl dance seems to climax. “Yep, you are right. That will probably do it. Hey, there you are. You are logged off.”
     My gratitude is offered with an eye gleam. “Thank you so much. I appreciate that very much.”
     She stands erect and looks up at me with a wicked grin. Our dance of words opens a door. “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.”
     My confession seals the deal. “Well yes, I am busted. And I am a lecherous man.”
     The Tech Girl opens my eyes to her derriere. “Well describe my rear to me. Tell me what you see.”
     Her globes inspire the poet in me. “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 a double moon rise in chocolate grandeur. I hunger to touch and squeeze your globes.”
     She unlocks her secret garden. “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.
     She blesses me to roam further. “You know what you’re doing ole dude. I love the feel of a really professional ass massager. Now press your fingertip into my bird of paradise flower. Go ahead it’s between semesters. We won’t get caught.”
     My starry-eyed wonder grows. “I never imagined this happening in the computer lab. This is way more fun than surfing the net.”
     The Tech Girl invites my conversion into her deeper mysteries. “Well let your fingers do the walking. Rub me down there in my perineum. 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 inside floral arrangements. I press into the cotton fabric and my fingers sink into her rose petal universe. I push hard into it. She moans.
     She knights me with her hand on my sword. “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. Your zipper must be about to burst.”
     My words flower into her beauty. “Well, I must admit your bottom has inspired me to dream.”
     She leads me into realms of light and darkness where heaven awaits. “I bet you’d like to get the full show. My ass is even more luscious without these sweatpants. 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.
     I dip into the cusp of her flower cosmos. “Is this what you had in mind?”
     I fall into her venus whorl. “Just keep it there till I’m finished.”
     “Hey, I’m seeing sweat stains on your pants. That might be embarrassing if someone sees.”
     She drives me on like a stallion. “Fuck the wet spots, I’m on fire.”