## Archive-name: after_hours

From: RC <74734.271@CompuServe.COM>

Subject: RC- "After Hours" (FF) REPOST

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DISCLAIMER : READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. Archiving and reposting permitted ONLY if the COMPLETE, UNALTERED FILE, INCLUDING THIS DISCLAIMER, is included. Written 01/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
"After Hours"

I sat up straight, stretching my arms towards the ceiling. My eyes burned from staring at my computer screen all day. I had been at my desk since seven in the morning. It was now ten thirty at night.

It has to be done this week, I was told. They told me on Wednesday. Nice of them. So here it was, Thursday night, and I was wondering how the hell I was going to finish the damn thing.

I closed my eyes and wearily rubbed them. I was startled by the sound of a door closing somewhere on the floor. Who the hell else is here at this hour? A moment later, the loud whoosh of a vacuum cleaner echoed through the empty cubicles around me. Great. Just what I need.

Once more, I focused on the job at hand. I was dimly aware of the vacuum cleaner getting louder, closer. Just another annoyance to make my day complete. Wonderful.

The vacuum cleaner poked it's way around the entrance to my cube, followed by a young blonde girl. To say she was surprised to find someone sitting there was an understatemt. She let out a little yelp, her eyes went wide, and she actually dropped the handle of the vacuum. I had to laugh.

"Sorry", I yelled over the roar of the still-running machine. "I didn't mean to startle you." She grinned a bit and, leaning down, turned off the vacuum cleaner. The sudden silence was deafening.

"Man. I thought I was going to have a heart attack." She laughed now as well. She was in her early twenties, almost shoulder-length blonde hair, pretty in a college girl sort of way.

"Can you imagine the forms I'd have to fill out if you did?" I asked. She laughed again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know anyone was here. I'll put this thing away and do something quieter. What are you doing here this late, anyways?"

I sighed and motioned to my computer screen. She looked at it curiously. "I have to get this done by tomorrow afternoon", I said heavily. But I've been here since seven this morning, and I'm going cross-eyed."

Her eyes seemed to brighten slightly.

"Maybe I can help. By the way, my name is Sally." We shook hands.

"I'm Judy. Pardon me for asking, but what's a girl your age doing cleaning up here? Janitors, if you'll pardon the expression, are usually a bit more - mature."

She grinned. "Meaning why aren't I out partying somewhere, right? And yes, I'm a janitor. I have to pay for school somehow. I work nights and go to school days." That made sense, I thought, nodding.

"What's your major?"

"Physical therapy. Which brings me back to my question, maybe I can help a bit. Feel adventurous?"

I was puzzled. How could this youngster help? I chuckled to myself. Youngster. She's in college and I'm calling her a youngster. Well, I need a break. What the hell.

"Sure. Want me to do jumping jacks or something?"

She laughed. "No, nothing that strenuous. Nothing strenuous at all, in fact. Actually, the exact opposite." Now I was curious.

"I'm sorry, I don't follow you."

She came closer to me, standing next to me as I sat in my chair. "Can I move this a little?" I nodded, wondering what she was up to.

She swiveled my chair so my back was towards her. What the...?

Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. Squeezing gently. Wait a minute. Physical therapy. Massage? Was she going to give me a massage?

I had never had a massage before. Within seconds, my entire body was covered with goosebumps. A massage?! This may work out after all.

She was indeed giving me a massage. Silently she kneaded my neck, my shoulders, my upper back. I felt vaguely uncomfortable as her hands slid over my bra strap, but DAMN, did it feel good.

For several minutes I sat still, basking in a warm glow which slowly enveloped me. This was great. This is exactly what I needed.

"How we doing?" Her voice was low, soft. I nodded happily, smiling, not thinking that she couldn't see my face. My eyes were closed. This really was wonderful. It was such a contrast to my staring at my PC.

"Can you put your arms down?" I moved my hands off the arms of the chair. They felt so heavy, and I let them drop to my sides, dangling loosely beside me. I felt her take my hands in hers. Hand massage? Hmm...

My hands were being held together. I felt something wrap around my wrists. What the hell? I opened my eyes and tried to turn around. I couldn't see what was happening, but I soon realized that Sally had bound my wrists together with the cord from the vacuum cleaner.

I sat bolt upright, my eyes wide, shocked.

"What the hell are you doing?", I demanded. "That felt nice, but whatever you're doing now is a bit too much."

She turned my chair around so I faced her. She was grinning at me.

"A bit much, huh? Judy, you ain't seen NOTHIN' yet."

She knelt down, and before I could react, she had looped the cord around my ankles, binding them to the legs of the chair. I could roll the chair slightly, but otherwise I was totally helpless.

I sat there, dazed. A college student twenty years my junior had just tied me to a chair with an electric cord. My face paled, and my mouth went dry. What the HELL was going on here???

She stood up slowly, still grinning. As I watched in horror, she removed her sweatshirt, exposing her bra. This isn't happening. I have work to do. I have to get back to work.

My mouth worked soundlessly for a moment, then I managed to stutter, "You can't do this. I have work to do. I have to finish this. What are you DOING?" I finished plaintatively.

Wordlessly, still grinning, she removed her sneakers, socks, and sweat pants. This young college girl stood there in her panties and bra.

I was shaking my head back and forth, unable to believe what I was seeing, but unable to look away. My eyes were somehow drawn to her young body as if by a magnet. The sheer absurdness of the situation hit me, and I giggled nervously. Or hysterically, I wasn't sure.

Her fingers were inside the top of her panties, and she smiled as she slowly, so slowly, lowered them to the floor. She stared at me, her eyes blazing. My breath was ragged, my heart skipping erratically, the blood was pounding in my ears. This is a dream.

My eyes were pulled to her pubic area. A soft mass of blonde hair. I watched, my mouth haning open, as she slowly traced one finger all around her pubic hair. All the way around. Around and around. Over and over.

I stared helplessly, wanting to close my eyes, to refuse to accept what I was seeing. But something made me watch, something made me unable to look away from this shocking display.

Her finger moved up, up, up her stomach now, up to her bra. It had a front closure, I noticed absently. Her fingers worked the clasp, and my eyes widened even more as two perfectly formed breasts were exposed. Two full, round moons, with hard, dark nipples. Hard nipples. Erect nipples.

She was aroused!

That makes sense, some distant part of me said. She's naked and she was playing with her bush. Of course she's aroused. I shook my head violently to clear my mind of these odd thoughts.

She was staring at me, below eye level. I looked down and noticed with a shock that my nipples, too, were erect, pressing firmly against my blouse. I gasped, and my eyes were drawn irresistibly back to her.

"How we doing?", she asked again. I couldn't say a word.

She came closer to me, and I tried to move away, but the cord was in the way of the wheels on the chair. I groaned aloud as she took the lower edge of my skirt in her hands and pushed it upwards. I sat there with my panties exposed. Dumbly, I looked down at the dark stain between my legs.

"Well well. Looks like we're doing all right, eh?"

I looked up at her, and felt a tear trickle down my face. Oh, Lord...

She knelt and pushed my legs apart. She was strong, and even though I tried to keep my knees together, she managed to separate them and hold them where she wanted them. Tears were falling freely down my face as she rested her chin on the chair between my legs. She closed her eyes, and I heard her inhaling.

"Hmmmmm.... Smells nice. Have you ever smelled a horny woman, Judy?"

I shook my head, sobbing like a baby.

"You should try it sometimes. It's quite - stimulating. In fact, I feel a bit stimulated myself. I think want to make the smell a bit stronger."

And Sally put her face against my panties, nuzzling gently. I wanted to die. I was so embarassed, so humiliated, so disgusted, so - wet.

I was wet. How the hell can I be wet if I don't want this to happen? How the hell can my nipples be hard if I'm not turned on? Sally's breath against my mound sent waves of warmth flowing through me, and I groaned again. Damn, this feels nice.....

What?

"NO!", I screamed, sobbing hysterically. "No, please, no..."

Her tongue was sticking out, tracing random patterns over my soaked panties. The warm feeling was growing, pushing aside my arguments, my disgust at what was happening. Then her hands went between my legs, and my panties were pulled to one side.

I gazed down at my clit. Oh, my God. This isn't happening. I watched helplessly as Sally's tongue moved closer and closer to it, her eyes looking up at me, a faint smile on her face.

"No, please....", I whimpered.

Her tongue found it's mark. My body shook as I tried to move away, to move myself closer to her, to get her away from me, to get her tongue more firmly against my fiery clit.

What the hell? What am I THINKING?

Then my thoughts were brushed aside by a wave of pleasure. To my total surprise, I climaxed. My head fell back, tears running into my ears, as I came again and again. No, no, please don't. Please, don't. Stop.

Please, don't stop.

Please don't stop.

She stopped. Slowly, I opened my eyes, She was looking up at me with a very knowing expression. Her breath on my pussy fanned the flames.

"Please. Don't stop", I whispered.

She grinned widely, and her head once more went down.

I sat there, tied to my chair, as a college girl brought me to one orgasm after another. I stopped crying, the pleasure too great now to even think of wanting her to stop. Over and over, she made me cum, until I sat limp in the chair, my body jerking spastically as it reacted to her tongue.

She stopped again. I looked up to find her standing. Breathless, I watched her, wondering what was next. I groaned in dismay as she began to put her clothing back on.

Dressed, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. For the first time in my life, I tasted a woman's juices. My own. She licked her lips seductively, then reached down and untied my ankles. Soon my wrists, too, were free, and I rubbed them where they had become raw as I had thrashed about. She straightened the electric cord, and picked up the handle of her vacuum cleaner.

"You'd better get back to work", she whispered, winking at me.

And she was gone.

I sat there for quite a while, wanting to cry, but slowly realizing there was no need to. She was a physical therapist. She had wanted to help. And, I had to admit, I certainly felt better than I had before she had - attended to me. Once more, I stretched my arms to the ceiling, sighing happily. I put my skirt back into place and went back to work.

I turned in my assignment at noon the next day. I was given a raise.

I worked late that night as well, finishing up some other things I should have been doing for the past week. I thought about waiting for Sally, but I had to be someplace before too long. Reluctantly, I shut off my computer, gathered my things, and left.

As I was getting off the elevator, I just saw someone getting onto an elevator going up. I hurried to it, peered inside.

Sally smiled at me. I tried to jump into the elevator, but she was smiling at me, shaking her head no. As the doors closed, she blew me a kiss.

I stood there staring at the featureless elevator doors.

Sadly, I went home.

I never saw Sally again. But from then on, whenever I had to work late, whenever I felt I was getting burned out, I would close my eyes, lean back in my chair, and imagine her soft hands massaging me.

Then I would spread my legs, and caress my own clit with a gentle finger, imagining it was Sally's tongue instead.

And no one understands why I smile whenever I hear a vacuum cleaner.

Last modified (12/24/96 14:24:40) by Eli-the-Bearded.

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