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Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 08:10:05 -0500
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The Server
by
Sven the Elder 
(C)Feb 2001

I love the office at the weekend.  Not too often mind, but just
now and then; you can get so much done when you haven't got the
phone ringing all the time -

Oh! - Sorry, should have mentioned it, I'm in support! Yes, no!
Not 'thank you for you're support and I shall wear it always...',
silly - computer support.   Yes - that's right the guy who
responds when you call us up and say 'I wasn't doing anything and
all that's left of 'my' Pc is a smoking pile of Bill Gates' best
software. Strange isn't it - all these damn machines go
spontaneously wrong - still, mustn't grumble, if it wasn't for
the computer equivalent of virgin birth  we would all be out of a
job.

Hey! but that's not what I was going to tell you about.  You see
we have the reputation of being geeks or nerds, or whatever with
the sexual charisma of a passing warthog - well just remember -
Fred warthog might just be loved by Michelle warthog - so there.

So I was in the office, server down, changing some of its innards
- doesn't matter which bits really - MP3 player on, Pink Floyd's
The Division Bell hammering out in my earpieces, so I wasn't
paying much attention to anything other than what I was bent
over.  Didn't think there was anyone else in the building in
fact, I mean the main server was out so no one  was working.

Then the hand touched my shoulder. I remember just about wetting
myself as I half spun round jumping up in shock.  Must have hit
my head of the server cabinet rack at that point 'cos it all went
black....

Came round, laid out on the server room floor - with a headache
and Jenny washing my face gently with cold water.  It only took
about half a second for me to not worry too much about my
headache.  Jenny had one of her blouses on. Damn near see
through.  With one of her 'cowpoke bra's on underneath that -
what's that - 'cowpoke?" Oh sorry.  You know the type - rounds
'em up and heads 'em out... anyway - guaranteed to make a dead
man rise, and I didn't think I was that, not unless I really had
died and gone to nerd heaven, but then how was Jenny there as
well..  Damn! I digress.

Anyway there's dear Jenny's chest, breathing distance from me,
mesmerising me, tantalising me, curing me of all ill's - quite
taking my mind of any problems I might have, other than the fact
that Jenny is kneeling astride me in her haste to succour and
help this poor injured nerd.

She could see I was coming round, so I groaned a little - for
effect you understand - it worked - 'Poor Sven' she says 'I'm so
sorry - I didn't mean to startle you like that.'

Vaguely in the background I realise that with a quite
extraordinary sense of occasion Pink Floyd are playing in my left
earpiece, the only one still attached, the track 'coming back to
life'.

This, I guess, is where I realised I really must have scared the
hell out of Jenny, because the next thing she does takes my
breath away - literally. She hugs me to her rather nicely
proportioned bosom and bursts into floods of tears.

Now I am still groggy but not stupid, this is definitely a 'good'
thing and seeing as she is also one of our first-aiders I surmise
probably part of this first aid 'stuff'.  Whatever! It's surely
helping me; Mr Happy affirms this general line of thinking by
stirring and announcing to all and sundry that not only is he
well, unharmed and otherwise OK, but working as well; even if he
is being squashed by the nicely rounded ass of the applier of
first aid.

Jenny has now progressed to 'kissing away' my general hurt and
pain.  Hell I must sign up for this first aid stuff - it's damn
good, bloody effective - I've almost forgotten the stabbing
headache where a certain piece of server racking has attacked my
person.

I join in, just a little you understand, but with a nipple
handily placed right beside my mouth its been made easy for me -
must be more of this 'first aid' planning.  One handed - well we
do have to work in the most awkward places inside servers, I undo
her blouse and unsnap the front clasp of her bra.  I, in medical
parlance, 'latch on' - Jeez she tastes beautiful, her left tit is
full and rounded, with a nipple the size of my little finger tip,
it's gorgeous.  There's another groan, this one is from Jenny.

'Oh Sven, don't. Stop. Don't Oh! Don't stop.'  I think she's
getting into this first aid lark as well now, she's moving her
butt against the straining shape of Mr Happy, now becoming a
rather unhappy, tightly constrained beast.

I kissed my way up her neck and then full on her mouth.  We
engage in a passing bout of tonsil tennis, my hands holding the
beautiful, full globes of her ass - all pretence now gone. Forget
love - this is lust.

Jenny rocks back a little her pendulous bosom, pointy nipples,
enticingly dangly, just within licking reach - so I do, getting
another groan as she undoes my belt and lowers my jeans to half
mast.  Mr Happy gives a sigh of relief and springs free,
glistening with precum produced so fast in the heat of this
moment. Jenny, leaning over me in a sort of one handed press-up
reaches under her skirt with the other, pulls her knickers to one
side and somehow introduces Mr Happy all in one move.  Shit! And
I thought my one handed move with the blouse and bra was good - I
make a fleeting mental note to see if she wants to join computer
support - before a very wet, very ready Jenny slides right down
home and takes me deep inside her all in one fluid, breathtaking
motion.

She flexed back, almost losing me, leaned forward, clashing tooth
enamel and then rode me home in the most intense fuck I've had in
years.  Still kissing me she started growling as her orgasm grew.
Then she almost howled as it burst upon her, her muscles milking
me as I came a little later than her, but still closer together
than I can usually manage.

We lay there, gasping for breath, totally sated, juices trickling
down on my thighs as I softened and slipped out. As that happened
she rolled gently off and lay beside me in the crook of my arm.

I think I said 'Jenny, you don't have to bang my head off the
server - just ask - I'm very happy to make love to you any time.'

She giggled at that.  'I only came in to ask you how long the
server was going to be off.'

At least I think that's what she was going to say - I was too
busy kissing her to really notice.

I mean, a girl like Jenny in my server room, half naked - Jeez it
might never happen again....

Fin

(C)Sven the Elder - Feb 2001


"Long may you want to - may you want to long" - old celtish wish.

Sven the Elder stories are archived at:
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