I've spent most of my time working on or with computers, so when the time
came for me to go to college I already knew what my major would be. After
my second semester at the University I began running out of cash. I
decided to get a job at the computer lab in the science department. Some
warm day in the afternoon of my fall semester, a lovely dark hair girl
walked in. She was better looking than most of the other women at the
university. But what really caught my eye was her Dark leather dress. The
dress was a dark emerald color it her slender figure quite nicely. It
wraped itself around her ribs lacing up her back. Instead of covering her
breast like most outfits do, this one lifted and seperated her rather
voluptious apendages just like a bustier. Now I have never seen a bustier
before. Except in the Fredericks catalog. This dress pointed her nipples
straight up into the air. Under the fine leather she had a lightly tanned
blouse that covered the rest of her body from neck to wrist. Her shirt was
so light that I thought I could see her brown tits pushing against the silk.
Her hair was dark brown, and she had blue eyes. The flourescent lighting
made her fair skin look pale and sick. She sat down by a computer just
across from the office window where I was working.
About that time one of the students needed my help and I went out onto
the floor. I thought I would use the chance to get a little closer and see
what I could. When I made my way back to the office I noticed the topic on
her E-mail screen. "Sexual Comands." I saw the number on the terminal she
was
using and promptly went into the office. Since it was only twenty minutes
til
we closed and I was the only one there, I decided to do some questionable
things. I logged on to the main server and looked up the loggon entry. Her
name was Anne Kreilic. And she was logged on under the medical school's
server. I immediately thought to myself, 'whatta pair of candy stripes.'
I used my access code to look into her mail. This was against
regulations, but with that topic, I just had to know. I quickly read through
her mail and saw instructions for her to... I just couldn't believe it. I
looked out the window and saw for my self.
She seemed to have left her mail server and entered the newsgroups.
She was biting her lower lip. And she had lifted her short skirt only a few
inches. Her right hand slowly moved against her inner thigh. She concetrated
almost entirely on the computer screen. Her eyes moved from left to right,
periodically tapping the space bar for the next screen. I could see her
fingers gently spreading her neatly trimmed pubic hair out of the way. Her
thumb and forefinger worked together as a team to pull her lips apart. She
used her middle finger to explore the inner wall of her warm pussy. Her
knees knocked against the table every once in a while. The lab was almost
empty, but the students that were there didn't seem to notice. But I
noticed.
She had worked her long finger into the deep wet hole between her
legs. Now she let her other fingers join the fun. Her clit closed up arround
her other fingers as she pushed them deeper inside. It kind of looked like
a young child sucking in a very wanton manner a cold popcicle on a hot
summer day. The only crevice that opened up to the world was at the very
top of her cunt. She placed her thumb against the skin where her little
curley hairs just began to appear, and pressed to the same sultry rythm
that her fingers followed. Her hips swayed in the chair moving forward
and back. I sat back in the office and looked up the same article that she
had been told to read. I peered outside the large bay window to the room
and the last student left the lab. She was still rithing in her own juices.
Now I could hear her. She must have known that the other students had left.
I didn't know if she remembered me or not. Hell I really didn't care. When
she closed her eyes, I went into the main room. I stook behind her. As I
looked down over her shoulder I read along. Although I really think that she
stopped reading some time back. Her left hand moved over the leather skirt
and up her stomache. From this close I could see that her hair was really
a dark shade of red. I strained to hear her over my own heavy breathing.
Unconsciously, I began rubbing my cock. God my balls were on fire.
Her fingers working with her g-spot and rubbing against her wet pussy
made a soft slushing noise that almost made me