Aaahhhh.... tech and software support in the college computer lab.... Just
what I wanted to spend my Friday and Saturday nights doing for the next
two months. But, as the college was short on qualified staff who could
work nights, they asked for staff help. I wanted to grab some extra pay
so that I would be able to travel for the holidays without it cutting into
my budget. So, at the staff meeting, I raised my hand. Such a simple act,
which would change the course of my weekends and maybe my life.
I counted on the lab being nearly empty on weekends and I figured I could
use the computer time to work on lesson plans (I teach computer classes)
or evaluate new software on someone else's computer besides always testing
things on mine. I could also get online and do research or just chat with
friends. Since I lived alone, and wasn't actively dating anyone at the time,
I guess it didn't much matter if I tied up my weekends from now until December-something
as long as I was making extra money.
It was with this mindset that I appeared at the lab door, unlocked it, and
proceeded to start my 4 hour shift from 8 p.m. til midnight on this first
Friday night. The first hour was uneventful. I worked on some programs
and created a couple assignments my students would wish I hadn't had extra
time to create. There was a glint in my eye as I thought this might just
be the time I needed to get some good creative work out of myself and my
students.
A little after 9, one of the students came in. A quiet young man with dark
hair and dark brown eyes. He had a soft smile and he signed in on the registry
book and quickly chose a computer in the back of the lab. I assumed he
wanted to be undisturbed at his work and he acted like he knew his way around
the computer lab, so I simply smiled back and let him get on with his work.
The lab stayed empty for the next hour or so. The quiet was becoming unsettling.
I looked over at the student working and he was staring intently at whatever
was on his screen. I sat and watched him for a while. It was somewhat
comforting to know there was another body in the room. And.... I found myself
looking at that body. He was tall - I remember noticing as he came in the
room. He had a sturdy look about him, as if his strong arms would hold me
in a tight embrace against his hard chest.
Wait!!! What was I thinking? This is a student. I am a teacher. Granted....
I wasn't HIS teacher, but that was a minor technicality. I wasn't supposed
to be thinking things like that. I held my head in my hands as the rush
of thoughts ran through it.
Well.... what harm was there in thinking them? It wasn't like I was acting
on those thoughts. I was just enjoying a handsome young man sitting in this
quiet computer lab. I looked up again and across the room, only to find
him looking back. Did he know I had been looking at him before? Had he
watched me as I thought about being in his arms. OOhhhhhh... just look at
those arms.
Just then the silence was broken as he asked me if I could come over and
help him with the word processing software. It didn't seem to be doing what
he wanted it to do. I gained my composure and caught my breath and proceeded
to walk around the computer tables to where he sat.
He wanted to move some paragraphs around in his document but was afraid
of losing all his hard work. So I leaned forward and reached for the mouse.
Touching his hand sent a jolt of electricity through my fingers and I jerked
back, then slid my fingers back onto the mouse, knowing it was just my imagination
and the tension from knowing what I had been thinking. We saved his document
and then I cut and pasted the paragraphs he wanted to move. This is how
I like to teach - for the moment - someone needs to learn something and I
grab the golden opportunity to show them how to do it right and hopefully
they'll be able to do it on their own the next time.
I was so involved in helping him that I forgot to keep some space between
us. I have rather large breasts and sometimes they wind up resting on someone's
shoulders if I'm working on their computer and I don't pay attention. It
wouldn't have been so bad, but I had been thinking about being in his strong
arms, which is a turn-on for me, and my nipples had hardened a bit and I'm
sure the poor guy could feel them against his back, through his thin t-shirt.
I didn't have time to even think about that long, because the next thing
I knew, he was leaning his head back against my breasts, snuggling against
them, and softly sighing. My heart began pounding and I am sure he could
feel it against the back of his head. My mind was racing. What if another
student came in? What if a professor came down the hall? What if I liked
this? What if this student had more in mind than just resting his head against
my ample breasts? What if I really wanted to see how it felt to be in the
arms of someone almost half my age?
What if?
What if he turned around suddenly, got out of his seat and grabbed me by
the head and kissed me?
Which is what he did.
I couldn't resist. I couldn't think. I still had a dozen more what if's
in my head and I couldn't get them all out because of that kiss........
Oohhhhhhh that kiss..... firm lips, his fingers in my hair pulling my face
closer to him.... his tongue reaching out tentatively tracing my lips..
urging me to open them and let him in. My body took on a life of its own.
It had been a while since I had been with a man and it knew what it wanted
even if I wasn't listening. My hands went up to his head and my fingers sifted
through his thick dark hair. My lips opened and his tongue gained access
to mine. My tongue darted out to greet his and we kissed as time seemed
to stand still.
But - it hadn't. I finally grabbed hold of my senses and stepped back a
couple paces. Wow! I had to catch my breath.
I looked at him and he just smiled. That soft smile he had when he first
walked in the door.
He finally spoke, softly, methodically.
"Ms. Winston, I've wanted to do that for weeks, now. I don't have you for
a class but I've seen you in the halls and some of my friends have you for
classes. I've asked them about you and they've told me you were single
and that you were really nice. And I've watched you as you've walked with
your breasts bouncing with each step and I've seen you smile with those soft
lips and I knew I wanted you. I know I can probably get kicked out of school
for what I just did and what I said, but I don't care. I'm 22 so it's legal
for me to have these thoughts about you and they're not the only thoughts
I'm having right now."
I was so intent on listening to what he had to say that I failed to notice
he had again moved closer to me and was reaching out a hand to lightly caress
the tops of my heaving breasts. I was breathing like a race horse. My
breasts visibly moving up and down with each breath. His hand trailed back
up my neck and reached around my head again as he pulled me into another
kiss.
"You want this, too, Ms. Winston," he whispered into my ear. As he ran his
tongue along my ear and slid it inside and then nibbled my earlobe, I knew
I had lost all control over my mind and my body. I also knew that I DID
want this.... whatever THIS was. But I also knew that what he said about
him being kicked out of school was right. And I would stand a chance of
getting caught and losing my job.
By now, it was after 11 p.m. My first night as lab sentry was almost over
and I was already faced with the dilemma of desperately wanting this young
man vs. the possibility of losing my job.
How do these things happen? Why is it, that one minute you're a normal,
calm, rational adult and then next minute you're a sex-crazed, wanton, woman
who wants a 22 year old man to take her to bed and have his way with her?
I don't know, but I DO know that was how I felt. And it felt good. VERY
good. And I wanted more.
I told him I needed to stay here until midnight and that there was no way
we could do anything here, but that I had my own house and no roommate and
wondered if he thought he could sneak away for the rest of the night. He
said he lived off-campus with a couple friends who would certainly not miss
him if he didn't show up at home on a Friday night, or any night for that
matter. He had walked to the computer lab, since their apartment was very
close to the school, so he only had to get in my car and ride with me wherever
I wanted to take him.
I wanted to "take him" right there. But, I kept my desires in check and
he saved his document for a final time and I walked back over to my computer
and saved my work, as well. I kept looking at him in the corner of the
lab, though, as I stacked my disks and papers and slid them into my tote
bag. I set it on the chair with my jacket, ready for me to pick up on my
way out the door in, oh... only 30 more minutes. Then I walked back to the
corner of the lab and sat in the chair next to him. It was then that I
saw a name on the front of one of his textbooks. Michael. How odd that
I was already kissing this young man and making plans to take him to my
house and I hadn't even asked him his name. My mind certainly was out of
control tonight.
I looked over at Michael and he was wearing that same soft smile. Then he
looked down at his lap and it was then that I noticed he had unzipped his
pants and his cock was resting up against his body, throbbing, pulsing.
It was a nice length but it was thick. I felt the blood rush up to my face
and the impulses rush to my hand telling it to reach out and grasp that
cock and stroke it, ever so lightly. Michael sighed and leaned back in his
chair. I didn't want him to cum just then, so I just kept enjoying how his
cock felt in my hand and I rubbed him just enough to keep him nice and hard.
"Lick me."
It was a whisper. I wasn't even sure I had heard it until I heard it again.
"Lick me."
I looked at Michael's face and he was just smiling at me.
"What if someone walks in?"
"I'll just tell them you're under the desk checking my wires - that something
came loose under there and you're hooking it back up. Isn't that what you
would do?"
"Yes, it is, but please keep your eyes on that door. I'd love nothing
more right now than to have your cock in my mouth, but I certainly don't
want us to get caught."
And with that, I had slid out of my chair and got down on the floor and
he slid his chair back, giving me room to get between his legs and pull his
cock toward me and then wrap my lips around it. He was rock-hard and I knew
I was in for the time of my life later that night. I looked up at him and
saw that smile, again. This time there was a wickedly sexy smirk to it.
And I think I like that one even better. I licked around the head of his
cock like a starving woman. I slurped and licked and then sucked him into
my mouth and slid my mouth down the length of that shaft. His hips pressed
up toward my mouth involuntarily and he moaned in agony. I knew he was enjoying
this every bit as much as I was.
He looked up at the clock and told me it was almost midnight and that we
should lock up and go. I agreed and we made short order of closing down
the lab and locking the door behind us. He had pulled his t-shirt down over
his jeans and it was long enough to cover his bulge as we walked down the
hall and out the door to the parking lot. My house wasn't near the college,
but I suspect he already knew that. Actually, it wasn't near anything. It
was an old farmhouse and was surrounded by fields of crops. No one ever came
down this road unless they were invited by me.
His hands were busy during the short drive to my house. His right hand
was softly rubbing the obvious bulge in his jeans and his left hand was....
ooohhh... his left hand was caressing my thigh.... sliding inward.... reaching
my throbbing pussy..... and then moving up to cup my breast in his hand and
rub his thumb til my nipple was aching for release.
So - as soon as we walked in the door, he shut it behind him and held me
tight against the wall while he pulled my face toward him and kissed me hard,
letting me know the urgency of his need to have me. NOW..... I wanted nothing
more than to feel his skin on mine. I pulled off his shirt as he ran his
hands up under mine and I backed away just enough for him to pull mine off,
too.... My bra soon joined our shirts on the floor and his hot lips were
instantly on my hardened nipples.... sucking first one and then the other
into his mouth.
I quickly fumbled with his belt and unzipped his jeans, releasing his hard
cock and he slid my slacks to the floor, removed my panties, and slid his
hands into my pussy.... testing its wetness... I was so ready for him.
The teasing earlier made me want him so much I didn't want to wait any further.
I lay on the floor in front of him and pulled him down on top of me. His
cock slid so easily into my wetness and he reached down and massaged my
aching clit as he thrust into me. Both of us were frantic with the need to
cum and it wasn't long before I was moaning for him to cum with me. And
we did..... me bathing his cock with my juices and him filling my pussy with
his cum.... it was wonderful... ecstasy.... sheer delight.
After our breathing calmed a bit, we both got up and I led him quietly
to the bedroom where we simply collapsed for the rest of the night. My
last thoughts before falling asleep were that I was really going to like
this weekend job. And I fell sound asleep with a wicked grin on my face
that certainly matched Michael's.