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Computer Service

By: BSBosworth



"Good morning, Computer Service, may I help you?"

"Yes, I think I've got a virus on my computer," said a lovely, sweet, female voice with just a touch of Southern lilt.

"Okay, would you like to bring it in or have someone come look at it?"

"I, ah, I really don't want to bring it in."

"Where are you located?"

"In town actually, about a mile from your shop, according to the phone book."

"Well," I said, checking the shop schedule. "I can get someone over tomorrow afternoon."

There was a pause.

"Um, is there, ah, any way I can get someone today? It's kind of important."

Now, I've been running my business for long enough that I no longer work in it. I've got techs working for me, and my job is to stay in the office and run the business. But I'm a sucker for women in distress, and this woman had just the right tone in her voice. She wasn't whining and sounded like she really needed help, and I was in the business of helping.

"Well, okay, I can make some room in my schedule after lunch... say, around one. Is that okay?"

With a huge sigh of relief, she said, "That would be wonderful. I can't thank you enough."

I've never met this woman and have no idea what she looks like or who she is, but that last phrase still sent a few thoughts spinning off in my mind. Okay, it had been a while for me, and a woman with a voice like that saying she could not thank me enough -- it only made me think of ways that she could, in fact, accomplish that.

Jeez, and that was just the voice.

I got her address, phone number, and the rest of the information I needed, and then went back to running my business. Oh yeah, and the name: Sarah. I loved the way she said that.

My name is Mark. I'm a pretty average thirty-seven year old, in good shape for having little time to work on it. The long hair I wear in a ponytail most of the time is a reflection of my childhood with certifiably hippy parents. I've been wrapped up in my computer service business for the past eight years, and am just now to the point that I feel like it is on cruise. I've got a couple of techs, and we all make enough to live on. My marriage fell apart in the process of building my business, and sad to say, I hardly noticed. But now that the biz is running smoothly, I've raised my head and I see that my life is not exactly balanced. So I'm working on it. Working on doing something, anything other than work.

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Sarah's house was in a nice neighborhood -- not wealthy, but not low rent. It was like most of our customers: middle to upper middle class -- comfortable, not rich.

I rang the doorbell. The woman who fit that sweet voice opened the door and she was gorgeous. She had black hair hanging loosely below her shoulders, was average height and slim, but for the right places. As usual I tried to take in what I could while maintaining eye contact, introducing myself, and giving her my card. Even that was not easy, as she had the most startling pale blue eyes. 

It is important, doing what we do, going into people's houses, to be professional and safe. About half of our calls during the day are women by themselves and there is a practiced way to present oneself as a safe person. I'm good at it and have received a warm smile for my troubles.

"Thank you for coming today. It means a lot to me," she said flashing a beautiful smile again.

I'm a sucker for smiles, too.

"I'm glad I could make it."

"The computer is in here," she said leading me into a room in the back of the house.

Following her, I could get in a little more visual information without appearing to be too wolfish. She was, in a word, sexy. And it was without really trying -- subtle. She wore a pastel blue summer dress that gently swished as she glided down the hallway: conservative. She certainly had the attributes to have some serious cleavage, but the top of the dress was high enough to block all but a hint of what was there. And as I walked behind her, I was intoxicated by the gentle scent of musk. I knew it: Cinnabar, my favorite. And she was bare footed. For some reason that struck me as even sexier. Okay, the whole damn package was intoxicating. I had to give myself a mental slap to get back on track with why I was there.

The house was comfortable with warm colors. Lived in, but not messy. Quiet. It didn't seem like anyone else was home. The computer room was large enough to have a couch, TV cabinet, desk and computer. A fairly recent Dell was below the desk, which was nice. One real annoyance for any onsite computer tech is to work on a really old, really slow PC. It happens a lot and the waiting can be excruciating, even if paid by the hour.

I gave her the contract we always use to sign: on-site initial cost ($92 for the first hour), customer, not my company, is responsible for the data, and so on. She signed without reading it. So far she had not addressed cost at all. That frequently happens. People just want to get things fixed, and think that a couple of hundred dollars for a house call that gets them going again on their computer is reasonable, which it is.

I sat down. Here's the part when you learn what kind of customer you are really dealing with. There are basically two types: the hovering customer who will take up residence on your shoulder, and the abandoning customer who leaves the room and lets the tech do the work. Generally, I favor the latter, as do all techs (much like the mechanic sign: $40 per hour, $50 if you watch, $60 if you help). But this time I was kind of hoping for the former. I got a hybrid.

"Do you want some water or maybe a Coke?"

I always say yes. It is a funny thing but accepting such offerings helps the customer relax.

"Water would be great."

And she disappeared out of the room in a swish of skirt that again threatened to pull me away from my mission.

I turned on the computer and watched the boot up process. It took a while and once it was complete, I could see why. There is a class of malware called a "Rogue antivirus." In simple terms, it is a way for the far eastern European gangs to extort money from people who don't understand what they are seeing. An application pops up and purports to be some antivirus program scanning your computer. The names and features change every few weeks but it is always something like "Windows Security Suite 2012," or a similar sounding important name. That is what she had here. "Windows 7 Home Security Tool" was staring me right in the face. There is no such valid software. It wanted her to send in some money to clean all the malware that it has supposedly found, all the while opening the door for even more malware. 

The whole thing is pretty damn insidious. My plan in situations like this is to take one shot at cleaning them and, when that fails to complete the job, as it usually does, back up the PC and reload it. Cleaning malware can take hours and days and is just too costly. Backup and reload is quick and cost controlled at under $200.

So, I loaded my virus killing tools from my flash drive and went to work. As always, it was a few clicks and lots of waiting for processes to complete. Normally I really don't like to just sit and wait, but the whole skirt swishing thing and scent of musk somehow helped me overcome that annoyance.

"Your water," she said in that soft flowing voice.

"Thank you," I said.

She moved up next to me. Her hip was around my shoulder level and her hand on the chair behind me. I began explaining the situation to her and as she asked questions or made comments, she moved her hip and kind of leaned against me just a little sometimes. Her hand occasionally touched my shoulder lightly as she talked as if to emphasize a point. I couldn't really tell if there was something going on intentionally, or if it was just accidental contact. But the contact was somewhat distracting. Okay, the contact was really distracting. My reaction was fortunately under the keyboard tray, as it was becoming somewhat prominent.

It seemed to me that we were talking in a very tactile language and the meaning was becoming increasingly clear to me. I responded to the pressure of her hip kind of leaning into her as I explained what we were looking at and gave my spiel on malware. Then wrapped it up with the bad news.

"Okay, the front end of the call is $92 for the first hour but it is looking like this is a longer haul. I'm not going to be able to clean this in an hour, probably not two or three. The best course of action will be to take it back to the shop, back it up and reload it. The cost for that is $199. Then there is a pickup/delivery fee of $50. I should be able to get you all done for around $250, plus tax."

She sighed and sagged a bit at the news.

"I don't have the money to get this fixed right now but I really need it working," she said anxiously. "My money is tied up in a probate situation. I have enough to live on but I'm running short right now."

"Well, it is going to take some time and a couple of hundred dollars. There are not a lot of choices here. I could take it back with me and we could go ahead and start. Then you could pick it up when you have the money. Or we could deliver it back for another $50. But I can't do it for free." 

I was starting to get a little annoyed. I mean, really, calling a service company out when you can't pay? It does happen and is always annoying. 

"Isn't there something we could work out?" she said, really not whining, but speaking softly, as if she didn't want the walls to hear, and looking me straight in the eyes. 

For some people, that sentence could have meant a number of things: payment plan, work on it and I'll get it next paycheck. We get them all. But from a gorgeous woman whose hip was somewhat insistently pressing against my shoulder, and whose hand was lightly stroking the back of my neck, there was little doubt about the payment plan she had in mind. Somehow I didn't mind.

"Of course, there are always alternatives," I said gently with a very genuine smile. I dropped my left hand down next to the chair and the back of it was brushing her bare calf.

Her response clinched the deal. 

She more purposefully stroked the side of my neck. Her voice had a smile in it and was getting just a little more sultry, "Good. I like alternatives."

There are lots of things I like about sex, but this moment is, in my opinion, the best: all of the potential and possibilities, all of the nerve endings firing off at the same time, everything sensitive to the touch, blood flowing all over the place.

"So you've got a backup drive attached here and it looks like it has plenty of room. I'm not going to be able to reload this entirely today but I can back it up here, take the PC with me and bring it back tomorrow." 

As I said this, I turned my hand and gently ran my nails up and down the inside of her firm calf muscle. They felt like runner's legs firm and smooth.

"Would that be okay? Would finishing tomorrow be okay?" I asked.

What I was doing with my hand was obviously having some effect, as there was a delay before she murmured "Mmmmm... that would be fine." 

I looked up to see her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She was still stroking my neck and the side of my face, which had suddenly become an erogenous zone. I kept my hand gliding slowly up and down the inside of her leg. It was smooth and firm and warm, and the heat seemed to be drawing me further upward. I was stroking up and down the inside of her knee now moving ever so slowly up and up. I could feel the heat increasing as my hand moved between her thighs. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her. Softly I caressed the more tender skin until I grazed the center of her panties. She moaned and I stroked my knuckles back and forth between her legs. The feeling was electric and even more so when I felt moisture on my fingers. She was already wet. She moved her leg out a bit giving me more access and it took advantage of it. Using my fingertips I softly scraped across the gusset of her panties, outlining the lips of her pussy and stroking back and forth, feeling them become wetter and more swollen as I stroked their outline. I followed her slit to the top where I could feel the bump that was her clitoris. She jumped at the contact and then stared leaning forward into my finger pushing down hard. I slowly returned back down stroking the tender skin along the sides of her panties teasing her but not going under, leaving that for later. I then retreated back to her legs, finally removing my hand and returning it to the keyboard then softly, almost in a whisper, said, "Let me kick off a backup here and we can continue discussing your alternatives."

"I'd like that. What if I provided a down payment while you are doing that?" she asked, her voice now husky. She lowered herself gracefully to the floor next to my chair. 

On her knees she swiveled my chair towards her and slid her hands up the inside of my legs until she came to the now unmasked hardness in my lap. This became the center of her attention, as it did mine. I had pretty much lost any focus on the computer as she massaged my dick through my pants. She massaged it while looking me in the eyes. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

"Well, I guess, that would be appropriate," I managed, little more than a dry rasp. 

Then her hands slid up to unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants.

She reached in and pulled me out and spent some time again massaging the shaft, but now with nothing between her lovely soft hands and its very sensitive surface. Her hands were small and seemed to fit just perfectly with both of them working their way up and down. The ecstasy she was creating increased significantly as she bent forward, lowered her head, licked the slit at the end of my cock which was leaking some pre-cum.

"Mmmmmm... tasty." she said and then took me into her mouth.

It was like one of those magnificent images in my head. Her long shiny black hair cascaded down across my legs as her head lowered on my cock. And she took her time going down and returning to the top. Then she began licking me all over like a lolly pop.  

Suddenly she stopped, lifted her head, looked me in the eyes and said, "Weren't you going to do something about backups?" The evil grin she flashed almost made me laugh out loud. 

"Right."

I returned as much attention to the computer as I could borrow from my crotch, and went back to backing up her data. Meanwhile, she returned all of her attention to her job. And a diligent little cock sucker she was. 

Two near miracles occurred at the same time. First, I managed to kick off a backup that would ensure all of her data was secure. Second, I did not come. Not for lack of trying on her part as she slowly, sinuously, slid up and down on my shaft ensuring that she gave every single nerve ending sufficient attention on each pass. I had shivers running up and down my back; it was so sexy.

Once I had the backups running, I could pay complete attention to this raven-haired beauty. I reached down and gently lifted her head up. She stood slowly then moved forward lifting the hem of her dress so that she could put a leg on either side of mine.

As she glided forward, surrounding my legs with hers, I could think of little but how wonderful chairs without arms were.

She moved up closer, raised her dress and lowered herself gracefully onto my lap, the juncture of her legs nestled against my now incredibly hard, hot and wet cock. The slight roughness of her panties was stimulating in an entirely new way, after the softness of her hands and mouth. And having her so close was intoxicating.

In the back of my mind, I had been wondering how this would work. I mean, I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it or, in fact, thinking at all while she was running her tongue up and down my cock but there were a couple of brain cells firing off and they wondered if this was going to be a kind of zipless fuck, just ripping around and poking in the right places or if it was going to be a little more intimate. 

That particular question was definitely answered when she leaned forward, enveloped me in a black cave of hair and kissed me just so softly, then with increasing intensity until neither one of us could breathe. We were definitely going for intimate. I had not noticed just how luscious her lips were. Well, the ones I could see at the moment. The others were probably just as luscious, and I anticipated finding out shortly. I was not in a hurry to move on, so we had another go at the kissing with some serious tongue warfare, and now she was grinding -- in a very lady-like way, of course -- her crotch into mine and it was mind blowing and I was going to come if we did not shift gears. 

So I pulled back and kissed my way down her neck while reaching behind and unzipping the top part of her dress. She sat up some and the top of her dress fell forward and a lovely sheer, lacy, black bra appeared. Her breasts were damn near perfect for me. Not huge, but full with hardened nipples straining against the front of the lace. I licked them through the fabric and they became even harder eliciting a moan from her. I bit down gently on first one then moved to the other creating another more intense moan. But I had to get to the soft skin beneath the sheer bra. 

I reached around, this time managing to unclasp the bra without too much of the usual male bra clasp fumbling. And her nipples seemed to tighten up even more as the cooler air hit them. I gently lifted one breast to my mouth, licked, then sucked on a nipple. Her reaction was immediate. She stiffened, grabbed the back of my head and encouraged me to invest more intensity into my nipple sucking. I obliged, all the while playing with the other nipple squeezing and rolling it until I felt like it was time to even things up and I switched sides. This side was apparently even more effective. She began to moan and make inarticulate sounds that convinced me I was on the right track. She was again grinding on my cock with increasingly rapid movements until it became apparent she was on the tracks and the train was moving fast.

"Mmmmmmm.... ahggg!! Aaaaaahhhhh!!"

She tensed and went rigid in orgasm, as the sounds increased in pitch and intensity to a near scream. She then collapsed on me and I could feel that her panties had gone from damp to drenched, and my cock was slipping back and forth on them. After a few moments that slippery sensation gave me the idea that I'd like to move onto another phase, so I nudged her back some and she slid off of my lap. That motion was pretty nice in itself since much of her weight had been on my cock and she just slipped down.

"That was amazing," she said, standing there with her dress half off. "It has been a long time since I had an orgasm just with my breasts being sucked."

"Suppose we can find another orgasm or two if we look really hard?" I asked with a smile.

She kind of purred, reached behind herself, undid the rest of her dress, and dropped it. All that was left was matching black panties, equally lacy and sheer. Black on black as I saw she had plenty of hair between her legs, and it was as jet black as that on her head.

I took off my shoes and socks, stood up and took off the rest of my clothes, wanting to be on equal footing. She took off her panties and walked up to me face-to-face, body-to-body and kissed me fiercely. We fit perfectly; she was maybe an inch shorter than I. My cock was flat against her belly and her breasts were pressing into me. Our lips met and we just stayed like that for what seemed like a long while.

I pressed her towards the couch, "Let's see what we can find." 

She sat down as I kneeled between her legs and kissed my way down her body, across her flat tummy to that dark thatch of hair between them.

There are few things that taste as good to me as the juices of a woman who has just had an orgasm and this was no exception. Her lips were swollen and wet and I just wanted to consume them. But thinking that they might be a bit sensitive still I went slowly, licking around the inner sides of her legs in that very sensitive part near but not actually part of her cunt. I slowly worked my way towards the hot center, hearing her moan encouragement.


Computer Service Ch. 02



"Yeah, well, I've got to get back and get started on this," he said as he headed towards the door.

I stopped him and kissed him lightly on his lips. "One it is."

Standing there in my robe watching him leave it was all I could do not to reach out and grab him and start again. I felt a little like Lilli Von Shtupp in Blazing Saddles swooning as Clevon Little left. I was going to be sore for a while and relished every minute of it. I stood there by the door for a moment longer enjoying the lingering smell of his sweat. It was just nice to be enveloped by the aura of a man again. Knowing he would be bringing my computer back tomorrow was already creating anticipation.

I closed the door headed to the kitchen where I put together a late lunch. All of the sudden I was ravenous. There was a whole group of sensations still coursing through my system that I had not experienced in a long time. As I happily munched my sandwich I luxuriated in the feeling of blood flowing in places too frequently left dormant in recent years. Over time the stress that killed my husband had also eaten away at our intimacy and made inroads to killing our marriage. The abrupt end of all of it in the middle of the night affected the way I saw us as a couple. I missed the closeness of our early years but finally realized that it had eroded over time. My physical being had become quiet and isolated as our personal spaces became increasingly separate.

But oh boy, my body was awake now. Pulsing even. My cage had been rattled and I was a little like an awakened tiger pacing up and down wishing the keeper would return.

Keeper. That was a weird thought. Not sure where that came from. I never felt kept by Kevin when he was alive but maybe was possessed a bit by his ghost. Or had been. Was I trading one keeper for another? Was that what I was looking for?

Well, the pacing metaphor worked. I was having a hard time sitting still so I put down the half-eaten sandwich and went upstairs to put on my running shorts and shoes. I had to move. There was too much going on in my brain and the endorphins generated by three orgasms apparently were not enough to calm things down. So out on the road I went.

Sometimes running is just a drag. It is painful putting that next foot down and all I can think of is getting done. But then there are days like this when I feel like I'm flying and could go forever. After three miles I realized I was still a couple of miles from home and should be heading to the barn. My mind was much calmer now and was walking through the play by play of my encounter with Mark and our agreement on an alternative payment plan to fix my computer. What had ever given me the courage to do that? Somehow Mark just emanated safety. I felt an aura around him and knew that whatever I did would be okay. Apparently my subconscious also had some thoughts on the subject. Before I knew what was happening I had agreed to sex in exchange for repairs. Service for service, as it were. It only started that way, with me servicing him. I'm pretty sure I got the best of the deal. He was a wonderfully tender, intuitive, and resourceful lover. 

Even while running I was beginning to feel horny. Definitely time to get home.

I finished with my usual sprint, stopping about a block from the house for a cool down walk home. Once inside, my first thought was a bath. Waiting for the tub to fill (with lots of bubbles, of course) I gave myself a critical once over in the bathroom mirror. All in all happy with the picture. My black hair was damp from running and hung straight down beyond my shoulders. I have never had children so it has been easier for me to maintain a fairly flat stomach. And of course, have never breast fed so my breasts, although proportionally large, were still firm. My hips were maybe a little muscular from running but were still a woman's hips. And between my runners legs a barely tamed patch of black hair contrasted with the white skin. All in all I was happy with the look of my mid 30's body.

The bath was ready and I slipped into the bubbles with a sigh of satisfaction so deep it surprised me. My dreamy world became small as the tub and I was content and just lay there letting my mind wander. Of course after a bit it wandered to the events of just a few hours ago when I had sex with a man I had met only an hour earlier. I was still shaking my head about that one. But the course of events unfolded so smoothly as if they were meant to be. When I opened the door, I had a shock of deja vu recognition. Although we had never met and I'm pretty sure I had never even seen him I had this feeling of knowing him. I felt comfortable around him immediately and that is unusual for me. Without being vain I know that men are attracted to me so I am equally reticent about that attention just out of habit, I guess. Maybe having an attractive man in my house for the first time in a year had kicked in my dormant libido or maybe he really did project some special magnetic force. Whatever the reason had I stepped way outside of my usual boundaries offering myself in exchange for necessary repairs. 

Well, I actually knelt outside of my boundaries. With a smile on my face, I remember standing there feeling his hand slide up under my dress and his fingers caress the sensitive inside of my thighs traveling slowly up until he reached my panties and the covered lips of my pussy and how fast that turned me on. The only thing I could think of was that I really wanted to get my hands and mouth on his cock. Lying in the tub I mirrored his touch with my own fingers sliding up and down the soapy slit between my legs while I thought of how I knelt down before I had the chance to change my mind, ran my hands up the inside of his firm thighs to that wonderful hard shaft pushing against the front of his pants. 

I've always been a cocksucker, my mind giggled at the thought. I've always loved to touch and lick and consume a smooth warm pulsing shaft. I always thought of my husband's cock as my own toy whenever I wanted to play with it. Somehow he didn't mind. This experience with Mark was even more intense.

As I moved my hand through the bath water with increasing pressure up and down my pussy I remembered the feeling of Mark's cock, the tender, silky skin, the bulbous top and how nice it felt sliding between my hands then between my lips as I slowly took more and more of him in my mouth. My thoughts vacillated between the now, with my pussy pulsing as it filled with blood, and then as I slid my tongue down the underneath part of his shaft. I was climbing the staircase to another orgasm again remembering that pulsing hardness on my tongue as I ever so slowly moved up and down his shaft. The vixen in me had stopped sucking him, looked up and said, "Weren't you going to do something about backups?" 

"Right," he responded, and went back to the computer.

I returned to my task, my joyful playtime.

Back in my bath, I had homed in on my clit and was softly but insistently massaging it thinking of that slippery cock until the first waves of my orgasm shook me. It was nothing like what I had experienced with Mark earlier in the day but, after all, it was my forth of the afternoon.

After recovering and rinsing the soap off I spent the very late afternoon and evening with a glass or two of wine thinking about this day and the next when Mark was due to return the computer. What was the follow up to the first 'payments' on our plan?

My sleep was nearly dreamless and the morning sun woke me early. Back out for a shorter run I felt alive for the first time in nearly a year. Contentment took hold and it was wonderful as I glided along the last mile. Home and a shower later, the contentment was gone and my anxiety at Mark's return was on the rise.

Looking through my closet only made me crazier as I tried to figure out what to wear. For the return of the computer service man! I laughed out loud and it sounded very nervous to me. After looking at and rejecting an assortment of clothes: Too sexy, too plain, too dirty (how did that get back in the closet?) I decided on a rather plain pair of beige slacks and a simple pastel pink Anne Fontaine button down blouse. I did give into my libido a little with a red Victoria's Secret lace bra and panties combination. 

Just before one I was back downstairs. Nearly on the dot the bell rang.

"Hey," I said lightly, "You're back." He smiled and followed me inside. My stomach was fluttering still. I was jumping back and forth between wanting to jump him and wanting to hold myself back. I was just kind of standing in the computer room wondering what to do next as he put down the computer and plugged it in. 

"Let me start this restore," he said.

"Sure," I said. Can I get you a.. "

"No," he cut me off abruptly. Not no thank you. Not not right now. Just no. I didn't know what to make of that and was just standing there feeling at loose ends trying to figure out what to do with my hands. 

Suddenly he was done with whatever he had been doing on the computer and stood up.

He closed the short distance between the two of us, stood right in front of me, not touching, looked in my eyes and said, "You've been bad."

"Excuse me?" What kind of nerve did it take for him to say something like that. My temper was already winding up when he cut it down.

"Your Internet history. You've been trolling bad places. You've been watching porn movies. It's where the virus came from."

"What were you..."

"A bad girl," again he forcefully cut me off.

And I felt my face flush. A little out of embarrassment but a lot out of getting turned on, and fast. Here was someone standing in my computer room in my house telling me I was a bad girl. On the surface it was outrageous. But the phrase 'bad girl' reminded me that in one of the online videos I had watched the woman was put over the knee of a guy and spanked. I had never seen that before and had not really thought about it but the spanking became the spark of my masturbation. 

And here this guy who was so sweet and considerate yesterday and he was telling me that I was a bad girl. From anyone else I would have been really scared. And the words did create some anxiety but they also created electricity between my legs. This was new territory for me and with someone I hardly knew. Well, I knew him, could still feel him inside me from the day before. But I didn't really KNOW him. And he said, what?

"A bad girl that needs to be punished."

His look into my eyes was mesmerizing. I felt like I was being hypnotized but it was not a calming thing at all, my body was tingling with anticipation. Of what? What was I getting into? What was he expecting me to do? To say?

Then it dawned on me. He was waiting for permission. Permission to punish me. And it dawned on me at the same time I very much wanted to give him that permission.

"Yes," I managed with a dry whisper.

"Yes, what?" he said, with some iron in his voice.

I was somewhere between meek, terrified, and totally turned on and had no idea which was the smart place to be. But my answer came out from somewhere inside of me without my volition.

"Yes, I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished," I whispered.

With that he grabbed my shoulder, spun me around facing the arm of the sofa and pushed me down. My face was in the cushion my hair splayed out. It was not violent but it was forceful. My thoughts were wild but I felt him in total control and for the first time in a long while felt that I could relinquish my control to someone. He had his hand on the center of my back which kept my head down and my butt up. I could see nothing and felt little but the scratchiness of the cushion on my face. Just as I was over analyzing this (as usual) I felt and heard a 'Thwak' as his hand came down on one cheek of my butt. 

"Owww!," came out before I could stop it.

'Thwak' on the other cheek. Then two more. I was squirming under his hand but he had complete control. I loved it and hated it and resented it and was still turned on all at the same time.

"This isn't working," he said. "Too much padding."

And before I could figure out what that meant he had the side zipper down on my pants and was pulling them down.

"Well," he said with a smirk in his voice, "Red lace. We are a bad girl today."

And with that he pulled down my panties and I was completely exposed and open to him and it felt... I realized that it felt wonderful. And about that time, again. 'Thwak' on one side and again on the other. Two more and another two and it was really beginning to hurt. 

He seemed to get that as he said, "I think that's enough." 

And he started to softly stroke the places he had just hit. One side then the other. The pressure let up on my back some and my senses started to return. He stroked partially up my back then back down. The nerve endings on my butt were very sensitive and his soft strokes were intensely erotic. Then the hand that was stroking moved down between my legs and my face turned hot in embarrassment as he felt how wet I had become. He moved up and down slowly and gently over the outside of my lips just grazing them. Still softly but with more pressure he pushed against them stroking the lips and surrounding hair. 

Then he pushed a finger into me! 

I moaned and pushed back into him wanting him deeper. Wanting something larger than his finger. Again as if he could read my mind, I heard a zipper. I smiled as he moved behind me. I could feel the head of his cock against my lips and then his thick shaft slowly penetrated me, filling me up. It was an incredibly sensuous feeling as his cool thighs pushed up against my hot bottom and he pushed further and further into me and I thought it would not stop. He moved as gently now as he had forcefully before and I felt like my pussy was being gently massaged from within while his hands did the same on my back. His caresses matched his movement and I was now helplessly being adored and loved and possessed. That was the word, he was possessing me completely and I was glad to be enveloped.

After a few languorous minutes (at least on my part) of this, he withdrew and I almost cried out, no! But he reached down and drew me up. Turned me around and kissed me full and gently on the lips. I opened my mouth and let his tongue do what his cock had just stopped, enter me. I was completely lost and under his tender control.

"Can we go somewhere more comfortable?" he asked.

'We can go wherever you want to take me right now,' I thought, but said, "Let's go upstairs."

He pulled up his pants and mine. I lead him by the hand up to my bedroom. 

I turned, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as I could. Well, that stirred up the pot again and I could feel the stir stick rising between us. He pulled back and began to unbutton my blouse. I started to help but he said, "No, let me." That control again. Well, the ride had been nice so far so I guess I'll just stay on board.

"OK," I softly said.

He unbuttoned and removed my blouse, unzipped and removed my slacks and I was standing there in all of my Victoria's Secret. Not so secret.

"Wow," he said after backing away a bit to look at me, "You are so beautiful," in such a tone that made me believe him and relax from my self-consciousness.

"Lay down on the bed," he directed gently. 

I complied. Apparently I was going to comply with everything now. 

"On your stomach."

So I did. Feeling a little uncomfortable being the only one in the room undressed or nearly so.

He sat on the bed next to me, still fully clothed, and started to softly stroke my back, working from top to bottom then back. He was just barely touching me and in an entirely sensual but not really sexual way. He was stroking all the way up one side then back down right next to it. As if he was painting my entire back from head to toes with his finger tips careful not to miss a section and just as careful not to overdo one. Just back and forth up and down. It was calming and nearly meditative and I seemed to melt into the bed forgetting all that came before and just living in the nerves touched by those moving fingertips. 

After a few minutes, he stopped and unhooked my bra. Lifting up a bit I helped him take it off. He then slid my panties off and I was utterly naked and his. Then the caressing began again with but a small change. As he went down the back of my legs he returned up the inside. Several repetitions of this resulted in his grazing my still wet pussy lips and caused a quick intake of breath from me and a satisfied "Mmmm..." from him. As if he was happy to have elicited the reaction I gave. And so he continued to experiment with touching me here and there on my back. Sliding up the crack of my butt fleetingly touching the tender skin there. I had shivers running up and down my spine preceding and then following that light touch. Finally one of the return trips up the inside of my leg ended with his stopping for a longer time at my pussy lips. I could feel just the barest touch of fingertip on one side up and the other down and returning. It was tantalizingly slow and barely discernible at times.

At turns I wanted him to never stop and then to jam his fingers or something inside me NOW!

This went on for several minutes. Minutes that felt much longer. I was building up to an orgasm for the second time since he had arrived but again he stopped short.

"Turn over," he whispered. 

I complied and looked up into his eyes and saw such sincere tenderness that I took his hand and kissed the fingertips that had been giving me so much pleasure. He took my hand and laid it down by my side again and reached up to rearrange my hair. Then he stood and while gazing down at me, removed his clothes in a manner that showed no inhibitions. We were comfortable together and I was willing to lie there for as long as he wanted and more than happy to watch.

He moved down to the end of the bed and starting with my toes, began kissing each side working up my legs, slowly awakening nerve endings at each kiss moving closer and closer to the center of them all. It seemed to take forever, but a delicious forever. When he was close enough I took his head between my hands, the first thing he allowed me to do since arriving, and caressed the hair and the sides of what I could reach while he continued to work his way up my legs, my thighs and finally, the inside of my thighs to the distended lips of my pussy and there to drink from me.

His tongue became the center of my universe as I pulled him towards me wanting to envelope him. As he allowed me increasing control, I realized I wanted him inside me again more than anything in the world and I pulled him up my body. His body slid up mine until I held his head in front of me and brought his lips down. I could taste myself on them as I felt the hardness of his cock pushing at my entrance then felt it slowly slide in as if made for me. I brought my legs up hooking my heels behind his back and my arms around his shoulders. 

Now who was in control? Now who was possessing whom? 

I smiled against his lips then gasped as he brought his entire hard body into mine, deeper than I could imagine and began a slow withdrawal as far as I would allow and then a thrusting return. Slow but strong out and in. We moved so well together. I was returning pressure for pressure, thrust for thrust. With my feet behind his back the point of pressure was perfectly on my clit and the result was predictable as we climbed together towards mutual orgasm.

I was losing my mind in the ecstatic build up and up and it was as if we became one being as we crashed at the same time and he brought his lips down on mine just as my orgasm broke and I really lost track of everything. 

Then we colapsed on the bed gasping for air. Slowly my pulse subsided and I began to feel the quiet that encompassed the bedroom now we had stopped. One of the things I love the most about my bedroom this time of year is the late afternoon sun. We were in that time of day and it was like lying in an impressionist painting. The sun slices through the room working its way for half an hour or so across the bed. The streams of light were filled with floating dust motes and I luxuriated in the slow stately progression of the light.




Computer Service Ch. 02



Mark had rolled on to his back next to me and I was curled under his arm with my head on his chest slowly returning to the real world but happy to sojourn through this afternoon delight of a scene. We lay there for fifteen minutes or so. He was stroking my hair and I started touching his chest reveling in the muscles there and the ones below where his flat stomach was. A little further I saw that his cock was starting to get hard again. A satisfied "Mmmm..." from him. Jeez, already! The joke 'A hard man is good to find' ran through my head and I smiled.. I reached down to gently stroke his shaft. Much as he had painted me with his fingertips, I painted his cock as it lay there. It twitched a bit and continued to get hard. 

"Well, it seems you've started something," he said in a husky voice.

"Mmm, yes it does," I answered.

Pulling his arm back he murmured, "Roll to your side." 

I rolled away from him and he slid behind me in a spoon. Then he slipped his hot cock into my pussy in a slow even thrust. I was lubricated to the point that there was a slurp as he went in and we both giggled.

"Oh, that feels nice," I said.

"Yeah," he whispered, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his breath. 

And he moved slowly, gently back and forth in and out of me. He was not trying to come and I was not really inclined to at this point. It was just what the bartenders used to call 'a sloe comfortable screw'. 

The rays of the sun were long gone before we returned down to the computer room. He was dressed and I was back in my comfortable robe.

"Done," he said. "All better, all restored."

What now, I thought. Should I break it again to start all over?

"You busy tomorrow night?" he asked.

"No."

"If you like Mexican food I know of a great spot we could have some dinner."

"I'd like that."

"I'll have to do some accounting but I think you are all paid up," he said with a smile. "But just in case there is a little outstanding you might want to dress accordingly."

And with that he walked towards the front of the house leaving me a little breathless thinking of where that would go. I followed him grabbing his arm and spinning him around.

"You think you are getting out of here like that you're crazy." I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine pushing him against the wall and me against him. Then I broke it off.

"Actually I was thinking the balance might be the other direction. We'll have to see."

It was great being in charge again, I thought, as I let him out the door.



Computer Service Ch. 03



Sitting next to me in the dark booth Sarah was enticing in every way. She had traded in her Cinnabar for a lovely scent of jasmine, a subtle enhancement to her beauty. Her shiny jet black hair framed a smooth white complexion and a straight nose and flashing blue eyes creating a model picture that was breathtaking. Sometimes I looked at her and my breath really was taken away. What she saw in me I'll never know but I wasn't going to question it. After our last meeting at her house when I had challenged her a bit knowing that a little discipline was something that turned her on I had the feeling we were on a new level. We were pushing soft aggression back and forth finding an equilibrium, a way of both getting what we wanted while maintaining some personal control. Sometimes one of us would relinquish the control, sometimes the other. It was never complete and never permanent, always a pendulum and neither one of us really knew which way it would be on our next meeting. It is one of the treasures of a new relationship and one of the things the two of us happened to be good at.

She was absolutely edible tonight. She had on a white button up long sleeved shirt with her sleeves rolled up and a nice cleavage showing. Combined with a tight red skirt her her attributes were obvious and intended to motivate me towards a night of either sex or torment. I was going for the former. Sarah was not much of a tease, at least not with me and not so far without a payoff. We both loved the ride too much to be satisfied with game playing and no end.

"The computer runs perfectly," she said, in reference to her PC that I had just reloaded. "How are we doing on the payment plan?"

"Well I'd say that you've caught up with the basic backup and reload and all things considered I think I'll comp the delivery but there is the matter of installing all of the other software", I said in a business tone of voice. "We usually charge half an hour per piece of software and I reloaded three if my memory serves me well. So you've got a little more to pay off."

"The tough businessman speaks," she said with a chuckle. "Suppose we were to make some inroads to that payment. I hate being behind." 

And with that she started running her fingernails up the inside of my thigh. They lightly stroked up and down, closer closer to my crotch. My pants were fairly thin and I felt her long manicured nails sharply as they teased me. She continued up to scratch gently up the inside of my thigh until arriving at my crotch where she toyed with my balls. It was heaven and any focus I had on the restaurant was quickly falling away. The booth did its job and no one who was not standing right at the table could see what Sarah was doing. That was fortunate as she followed the line from my balls up until she was stroking my very hard cock. 

"Well, seems like we are in business here", she said with a smile.

"Mmm, yeah," I kind of choked back. "Turnabout, fair play?" And with that I put my hand on the inside of her leg.

"I hope so," she said with a grin. "Don't let me stop you."

So, I didn't. Slowly I slid my hand up her leg with the hem of her skirt proceeding it. She opened her legs a bit inviting me further and I could feel the heat from her pussy. I found out why it was so warm when I touched the beginnings of hair. She had no panties on and obviously enjoyed watching me discover that. I softly stroked the hair and the lips beneath and got an intake of breath from her for my troubles. With a little more pressure I could feel the beginnings of dampness that indicated I was doing something right. I pushed further and was able to insert my index finger up to the first knuckle, then the second and I began to move it in and out slowly fucking her with my finger while sliding my thumb in circles on the clit above.

"Oh, my god, that feel wonderful," she whispered. "I wish you could feel how wonderful it is to have you inside me."

"I'll have to settle for feeling how wonderful it is to be inside you," I said. And lowering my voice a bit, "I would really like to do that right now. I'd like to fuck you, Sarah. Bend you over or lift you up and get my cock as deep in you as I can manage."

"Oh, yeah... mmff... mmm," that last after a particularly deep thrust of my finger. "Suppose we could do that now? Like right now?," she said with a raspy voice while giving my cock a particular meaningful squeeze. 

"Well, if you don't mind the surrounds, I think I need to go to the bathroom."

"Your place or mine?" she said with a grin.

"Having seen mine I'd suggest yours. Go ahead there, scout. I'll be right behind."

And with that she left the booth adjusting her skirt with a backwards glance and headed towards the bathroom. I pulled out my shirt tail for best effect at hiding a definitely engorged cock then I headed the same way as Sarah first swinging by where I saw our waitress, "We will be right back." I tilted my head towards the bathrooms meaningfully. She nodded and went back to what she was doing hardly registering me at all.

I walked slowly up the corridor towards the bathrooms hoping that no one would be about. It was quiet. As I walked past the Woman's room door it opened and Sarah reached out and grabbed my arm pulling me in. She shoved me towards the last stall and once there pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard on the lips. "Jesus, would you fuck me now!," she hissed. And with that she unzipped my pants and pulled my rigid shaft out.

Needing little more incentive I grabbed the hem of her skirt, slid it up until I had my hands under her butt, then lifted that while pushing her against her side of the stall. She crashed into it and lifted her feet to brace on the opposite side. I slid into her pussy with the first thrust and continued to push in and out of her with all the force I could muster while she was doing all she could to magnify that force. Her back was to the side of the stall and her feet were pushed up against the opposite wall. The good part of that was that she was supporting part of her weight on her feet. The bad part is I was afraid we'd knock down the stall.

"Wait, wait," I croaked as I slowed and then stopped fucking her. "We're going to knock this whole thing down."

With that I eased her down and we rotated so her back was against the wall. I opened her top and slid down the bra on both sides releasing her magnificent breasts. Taking one into my mouth I grazed my teeth along it and pinched the other.

"Aaaaaaaaaa," she exclaimed a little louder that I would have liked. "Just fuck me, I'm already going to come!"

Again I lifted her and impaled her on my cock ramming into her using the solid wall as a brace. My thrusts continued gaining in intensity into her hot, wet pussy. She began to moan again and I could feel her tense as she began to reach her orgasm.

"Oh, oh, yeah.. Jesus..," she cried out then just began making animal grunts as I slammed into her. "Now, now.. I'm coming.. come with me, Mark. Come on baby, shoot, I want to feel you come in me..". And her moans increased as we both came and I could feel the ripple of her cunt muscles gripping my cock and milking it. I was deep inside her and all I could hear was our ragged breath as we stood shuddering together in our mutual orgasm. Slowly we came back down and I lowered her to the floor my cock slipping out covered with our juices. She bent over and took it in her mouth sliding down so the entire length was in and slowly moving back cleaning it off as she did. It was the sexiest thing I had seen in a long time. 

"Mmmmm... we taste good," she said, licking her lips.

I reached down between her legs, dipped my finger into her and popped it into my mouth tasting her sweet nectar and the salt of my contribution.

"I agree," I said and kissed her, again combining our fluids. "Whew, that was amazing."

"I guess we should get back to our table before the send the restaurant police," she said with a grin.

A few moments of cleaning her up, straightening clothes, and checking to see if we were presentable, then we kind of fell out of the stall and right in front of this very cute petite blond who was standing at the mirror grinning. My first thought was, really, a pixie. I don't think she was five feet tall and proportioned for that height but with strong shoulders, a gymnast type.

"Well, if it isn't Sarah," she said laughing.

Sarah stopped short and looked startled. "Kristin," was all she managed. The first time I had seen her embarrassed.

"I'm envious," the blond said. "Sounded like you two were working pretty well together. I love it. How great to see you!"

And with that she threw her arms around Sarah's neck and hugged her. 

Hugging her back Sarah said, "It is good to see you too Kristin. It's been a long time."

Looking around at me she said, "Kristin I'd like you to meet Mark. Mark, Kristin."

"Ah," I stammered, "n..nice.. to meet you." Great. Smooth. My face was already red from being caught in flagrante delicto, as it were, and it was only getting worse.

"Ohh, you're a verbal one," Kristin said with a sarcastic smile. "From the look on Sarah's face any lack of verbal skills don't seem to bother her much."

"He compensates well," Sara said. "It's only a minor disability."

"Well, you kids have fun," Kristin laughed. "It doesn't look like you need much encouragement in that, though." And with that she walked out of the room.

Sarah and I just looked at each other and laughed. 

"A good friend of mine I've not seen in a few years," Sara finally said.

"Well, I guess we're all close now," I said. And with that we returned to the restaurant where the balance of the evening was subdued. As I had an early morning ahead of me I dropped Sarah off with a passionate and promising kiss. 

"I'll call you," she said as she wiggled fingers goodbye.

A week later it happened to be my birthday and I was working, as usual. At my desk cleaning up the previous day's Quickbooks mess, I received a ping that there was a text message on my phone. I picked it up and saw it was Sarah. Smiling I opened it.

"I've sent you a birthday present," the note said. "You will know it is from me if it has a red ribbon on it. Enjoy and Happy Birthday!!"

Well, that is interesting. I was about to return the text when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I said loud enough to be heard through the door. 

And in walked Kristin. I'd not seen or heard from her since that night the previous week and was really kind of embarrassed still at how she had walked in on Sarah and me.

She was smiling but didn't say anything. She walked up to me and I turned my chair towards her. It was at this point that I saw the most obvious thing in the room and my mouth dropped open. She had a red ribbon around her neck.

"Happy Birthday," she said with a really big smile. "Should I unwrap your present now?"

I was kind of babbling so I guess she decided to just go on the offensive. Stopping in front of me and looking deeply into my eyes she slowly and sensuously pulled down her shorts and kicked off her sandals. She had no panties so she was dressed in a red ribbon, a light nearly transparent shirt that showed her small breasts with hardened nipples, and the blonde hair between her legs. Without another word she stepped towards me. Putting her hands on my shoulders and her left foot on my upper thigh she gracefully pulled herself up and by placing her other foot on my opposite thigh was standing on me.

She was so light it was not at all uncomfortable to have her standing on my quads but even the slightest discomfort vanished when she finished standing upright the result of which put her pussy at eye level, her trim blond thatch right in front of me. And even that sight was forgotten when she leaned forward, forcing my head back so that I was looking up, then lowered the lips of her pussy onto my mouth and willing tongue. It was an exceptionally powerful and sexy thing to do but I somehow lost track of the implications as I was enveloped in her equally powerful and intoxicating scent. After a minute her juices were flowing over my mouth and then down my chin. Jesus she was hot!

She gently moved against my tongue getting pressure friction where she wanted it while moaning softly. The volume of her moans increased until I was glad that my door was solid so the rest of the shop could not easily hear. Kristin was now building up louder series of moans as she headed to an orgasm. I ran my hands up her solid thighs to the sculpted cheeks of her petite ass then down between her legs so that I could redouble the effect of my tongue by penetrating her with first one finger then two moving them in an out as directed by her moans. Suddenly she tensed and I could tell she was holding back a much louder sound (for which I was grateful) as she ground into my mouth and fingers and flooded me with her juices trembling in the throes of her climax. She clenched my head in her hands and held me against her while the spasms passed. Slowly she relaxed the pressure and moved back. 

Looking down at me she said, "Ummm.. that was wonderful," she said. "I really needed that."

"Well, I'm glad I could accommodate you."

Looking down between her feet she said, "Your turn birthday boy. Mmmm... why don't you get that bad boy out and let's see if we can make him happy."

I managed to unzip my pants and wrangle my cock out.

"Hold it up," she said, still looking down.

I did as instructed and she moved her hands to the arms of the chair. Then she took all the weight off her feet and slowly slid them out resulting in the descent of her pussy down directly towards my cock. Like lowering a handstand on the parallel bars she held herself on the chair controlling the movement so that it was smooth and tantalizingly slow. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen as she lowered herself until she was completely impaled on my cock . 

"Oh, yeah," she took the words right out of my mouth. "That's just right."

I could not have agreed more.

She sat still for a bit and then began to slowly raise herself up until she was almost clear of my cock and then slowly lower herself back down. Her shoulder and arm muscles flexed and the definition of the structure was mesmerizing and an erotic visual accompaniment to the physical act of fucking as she slid on and off of me.

"Come on birthday boy," she cooed, "shoot some of that icing into me. Fill me up."

I stayed still as long as I could stand it and then grabbed her hips and slammed my cock into her.

"Yeah, that's it, baby,"she said. "Give it to me, fuck me, split me open, oh, yeah, yeah, Jesus... "

She sounded like she was heading towards another orgasm and I was ready to join her. With a few more thrusts the waves broke and I growled as loud as I could get away with. I could feel her muscles tighten around me as she came and I ground my cock as deep as I could into her and filled her pussy up.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she said. "That's it. Give mama all that good juice."

And with that she collapsed onto me, my cock still buried deep inside her and her head buried in my chest.

"Mmmm..", she murmured, "I hope you are enjoying your birthday as much as I am."

And looked up with those deep green eyes and a broad smile. 

"Well, it was kind of boring until just a little while ago," I said, "but the day seems to be picking up some."

And with that she slid down my lap until she was kneeling, bent forward and took my semi erect cock into her mouth. 

"Love that icing............," she said as she slurped. 



Computer Service Ch. 04



The morning after running into Kristin my mind was more than a little scrambled. For our paths to cross while I was in the middle of such mind blowing sex was ironic. I could still feel Mark's hands on my butt holding me up high enough to be spiked on his cock so I could ride it. Mark is strong and sexy but still safe enough I can let myself go a little without fear. And I have breached my boundaries a few times already letting him take me how he wanted. Our tryst in the bathroom was another high for me, risky abandoned sex, another of those times one never forgets.

But seeing Kristin again, especially in those circumstances. immediately brought back memories of the two years we lived together while going to school. We were roommates and in that time we got a little crazy. Looking around the school we had noticed guys almost pass around a girl taking each turns with her on different nights or different weeks but obviously working it out with each other. The girl, somehow, passive in the situation. 

It annoyed me a little at the time but I got over it. 

But when I pointed it out to Kristin she said, "Why should they have all the fun?. We could just as easily pass around a boy or two."

So we did.

We shared three boys in a year and a half, comparing notes, making sure we each got what we wanted and then moving on. It was empowering and fun and we got away with it. 

Then one night when we had gotten the schedule confused and ended up with the same boy on the same night. We went through with it anyway. The memory brought shivers of delight to me whenever I stopped to think of it.

Near the end of the night we had all three ended up in bed together the guy laying under us both. Kristin had her pussy locked firmly on the his face with his mouth obviously doing wonderful things to her and I was rocking back and forth enjoying myself immensely while impaled on his cock. At that point Kristin leaned forward, reached her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I had kissed women before, gentle passing kisses, kisses of hello and goodbye, but never like this. We were sharing something deeper here. It was a full body and soul kiss and it went on with both of us fully committed until I needed to break it off to breathe. But just before I did Kristin came. I could feel the energy from her orgasm ripple up from between her legs through her body, into my mouth and down to the pit of my stomach where it launched my own explosive orgasm. The two of us were lost to the world wrapped up in feelings so transcendent we forgot where we were, both of us crashing through our orgasms at the same time still locked in our kiss. 

Later, on our way home, we spoke only a little of it mostly giggling that we never even knew if the guy had come or not. He had become irrelevant to an experience that created a very strong and specific bond between Kristin and me. As women we were so very different, wanting different things and so over time we comfortably drifted apart in our lives. But that one night and the entire experience of becoming empowered as women linked us together in a way that was unique and lasting. Running into her in the bathroom last night while I was fucking Mark rekindled it all in my memories: the boys, the night, the orgasms and the bond.

I suddenly returned to the present and realized that leaning against the warm vibrating washing machine in my pajamas thinking of that time was seriously turning me on. I could feel the wetness between my legs and realized also that I had been pushing my pussy into the corner of the machine taking in the vibration through my pajamas and panties getting more and more turned on with each moment. So I went with it. Continuing to rub against the accommodating machine I slid my hands up and under my tank top caressing my breasts letting the machine do the work below while I stroked my breasts and then pinched my nipples. And Kristin popped into my mind with her lips locked on mine and I could feel my orgasm building until it released, my pussy flooded and my legs gave out as I slid down to the floor. Oh, my... that was something. That was amazing. My legs were still shaking and I was too weak to get up so I just sat there and recovered and tried to fathom where that had come from. 

Slowly as I sat there the thought crept into my mind that I might not mind sharing Mark with Kristin. Maybe, just once. A present for them both. Didn't mean I was letting him go or pushing him away but it was a different level in our relationship and I thought we could ratchet things up a bit. His impending birthday clearly set the stage so I called Kristin.

"Hey, stranger," I said when she answered. 

"Recovered from last night?", she asked, a little impishly.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" I replied with my best Scarlet O'Hara voice.

A chuckle on the other end and "Katie Scarlet O'Hara, you behave yourself!" and then a much bigger laugh.

"Want to come over for some dinner?" I asked.

"Not seeing Mark?" asked Kristin.

"We are resting tonight," I said, chuckling myself.

"Well, sure," said Kristin, "I'll bring the wine. Need anything else?"

"Nope," I said. "I've got the fixin's here if you don't mind homemade pizza."

"Sounds good to me," said Kristin.

"Make it six and we'll manage a glass or two of wine while the pizza is cooking."

So she did. And we had girls night and it was wonderful and chatty and we ended up drinking a bit too much wine for Kristin to be driving so I told her to stay. 

She was laying on the couch, sheet up to her waist covering lacy panties so that she could retain at least some decorum. I was sitting on the floor facing the very computer where my relationship with Mark started and leaning my head back on her stomach. It was comfortable and I was a little fuzzy from the wine.

"Tell me the story of Mark," Kristin said. "You've been holding back. I can tell. I got that it had something to do with fixing your PC but you never really told me the whole thing."

"Well, I told you already about the trade," I said, "sex for repairs. It just happened. Mark is so, I don't know, comfortable and electric at the same time. I sometimes feel a jolt of heat when he touches me, even innocently. But I feel like we've been together a lot longer than just a few weeks." 

"You're hiding something. There's something more," said Kristin. "Come on, out with it."

So I told her about Mark having found the links to spanking sites and his deciding that he should spank me for going to naughty places on the Internet. And how he pushed me over and pulled down my pants and spanked me. And then fucked me when he found how turned on I was.

"So, where did this happen?" asked Kristin.

"Here," I said.

"Where, 'here'?" she said. "Here, on this couch?"

"Well, kind of," I said. "Over the arm of it anyway."

"Mmmmm.... ," Kristin murmured. "Wish I had been here." 

Kristin seemed to wiggle a little bit and I caught a scent on the air, a scent that could only be her juices. The wine, the fuzzy brain, the memories of Mark's cock sliding so easily into me all made me very horny. So I turned my head now with my face against Kristin's stomach and slowly pulled down the sheet until those pink lacy panties were in front of me and the scent was even stronger. 

"Oh...," said Kristin in surprise. It was more of a guttural sound than I had heard before from her but there was little doubt but she thought what I was doing was a good idea. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slid my nails up her leg moving outside to inside and ending up stroking through the material in the center of her slit. 

Kristin jumped and groaned when I softly stroked across her clit, "Oh, God, yes." 

She spread her legs some to give me better access and I moved up to my knees so that I could see her and better minister to her needs. With a grin I said, "So, you like this?"

"Jesus, Sarah," she almost cried out, "you know I do."

"Then this will be better," I whispered as I slid the corner of my fingernail under the edge of her panties and scraped down the side of her nearly hairless lips and then back up again. I repeated this several times to her moans and rapidly increasing breath. Now I was so turned on that I needed similar attention to my own pussy. So I reached down inside my pajama bottoms and stroked my lips just as I stroked hers. I then slipped my finger inside me causing my own low moan. Kristin was far from noticing anything other than what my finger was doing to her. I decided to better help her onward so I moved up onto the couch between her legs. Pulling her panties aside I blew on her now very wet lips causing an even larger moan to escape from her mouth. She reached down and touched the back of my head urging me forward. With little thought I complied and began sliding my tongue up and down her slit tasting the tang of her juices for the first time. The taste was honey to my mouth. As much as she and I had shared we had never done this and I now wondered what had taken us so long. But I didn't wonder long. With one hand busy between my legs rapidly stroking myself, the other tweaking her left nipple and my tongue working her clit or plunging into the middle of her pussy lips I didn't have much time to wonder at all. Kristin's breathing continued to build up with an occasional gasp as she neared orgasm and I was not far behind her. "Saraaaaaa......," Kristin nearly screamed as she held my head and tongue hard against her cunt. She was moving her hips up and down in an increasingly frantic motion until I felt like I was in a rodeo hanging onto the bronco with all my strength. And then she became rigid and just let out a very loud moan climbing in pitch ending in a near howl followed by a series of moans as she continued to come for a long time changing from rigid back to a series of out of control bucks pushing her pussy hard into my face. Somewhere in the middle of all of this intensity my own orgasm peaked and crashed, strong but not nearly as intense as Kristin's. We just collapsed together with me still between her legs her scent enveloping me in a wonderful perfume of woman.

I slowly slid up her body until I could kiss her on the mouth.

"That was wonderful, Kristin," I said.

She chortled, "Well I'm so glad that I could accommodate you. Let me know when I can help you out again. You know how I love to be helpful." And she dissolved into giggles and I ended up joining her until we were out of control and I fell off of her onto the floor and we started up again. I had not been so joyful with my friend in so long and I had forgotten how wonderful it was.

"I've missed you more than I ever knew, Sarah," said Kristin voicing the thoughts from my own mind. We were in sync again just as we had been so many years before.

"Come on up to my room, sweet Kristin," I said, "Sleep in my bed with me tonight. Please." And I held out my hand. She took it with her small fingers and we proceeded up the stairs to fall into deep slumber in each other's arms.

My last thought was of a birthday present and a red ribbon.

Morning brought smells of coffee. Delicious. I was alone in the bed which probably accounted for the coffee smells. I went to the bathroom to pee, splashed water on my face, looked at and then ignored my reflection in the mirror. Way too early for that. And went downstairs.

"Good morning, Sarah!!!," chirped Kristin. Really, she chirped.

"Whooh, there, perky," I said, "coffee first, then maybe, just maybe, perky."

A huge smile behind a large cup of black coffee approached me. I accepted and sat at the kitchen sipping the liquid of morning life.

Kristin busied herself at the stove and soon enough scrambled eggs and toast appeared in front of me. I was starting to feel human again and a little protein and carbs finished the job. My mind went back into gear and the thought I had before falling to sleep returned to my mind.

"Kristin," I started.

"Uh, oh," said Kristin, "I hate conversations that start like that. You and I are okay after last night, aren't we?"

"Oh, yes," I said, reaching out to hold her hand. "We are better than okay. Far better than okay. What happened last night was magic and we are magicians. Far better than okay. But, I had a thought last night. How do you feel about Mark?"

"Well, the only things I know are what you told me and, of course, what I saw the other night," she said, "but he seems nice and obviously treats you well. Why do you ask?"

"I'd like to do something special for him," I said, "and for you."

"Okay," Kristin said, stretching it out so it was nearly a question.

"If I could arrange it so you could spend some time with him," I said, slowing down now trying to figure out how to say what I was thinking, "if I could arrange it so you could be his birthday present, sort of, would you be interested?"

"You want me to fuck him for his birthday?," Kristin exclaimed, getting directly to the point, as she tended to do.

"Well," I said, "since you are cutting to the chase, yes."

"Well, damn." she said and seemed to ponder for a moment, "Hell yes! I'm in. How do we set it up?"

"A phone text and a red ribbon," I said with a smile.

The following week was Mark's birthday and I could hardly stand the waiting. The anticipation.

The niggling worry that I was doing something dumb.

But then I got the text from him:

"That was one of the nicest bd presents ever. TY. M."

And the call from Kristin telling me all about it.

The next day I was on my daily run and heading towards Mark's store as if it were my own personal magnet. The running was wonderful, the feeling of the cool autumn air running through my hair was invigorating but only distracted me a little from picturing Kristin lowering herself onto Mark's cock. I was getting hotter and hotter and it was not from the running but from my imagining that scene and now I knew what magnet was pulling me towards him. I reached his store and stopped a couple of minutes outside to catch my breath. Fortunately the run was short enough that I wasn't sweating so much I was unpresentable. Dressed in running shorts and top I was casual enough without dripping in sweat. Zack was up front.

"Hey, Sarah," he said.

"Hey, Zack," I said, "is the boss here?"

"You bet," he said, gesturing with his hand towards Mark's office "you know the way, right?" 

"I do," I said, "Thanks." And I headed back. 

Mark's door was open so I went in, closed it behind me and conspicuously locked it.

"Well, wow, Sarah," said Mark, "you look wonderful. To what do I owe this visit?"

"My imagination," I said, slowly approaching him with a smile. "Is this where you were sitting when Kristin was here?" 

Mark seemed to be holding his breath and was uncharacteristically silent clearly not knowing what to say. 

"Because I've been thinking about it," I said, softly, "thinking that maybe she didn't do this." With that I moved between his legs and reached down to stroke his rapidly growing cock. "Or this." And I reached down, unzipped his pants, and slid his cock out. Then lowering myself down I slowly and as seductively as I could I slid the long shaft into my mouth. His groan told me all I needed to know and for the second time in just a couple of days I had an encouraging pair of hands on the back of my head. Withdrawing my mouth for a bit I said, "Or this" and began to lick the link of his cock like it as an ice cream cone. His moans increased.

We kept this up until I could feel him building up towards an orgasm. He stopped me, held me back and stood, bringing me up with him. He then peeled down my shorts, hoisted me up on his desk, spread my legs and plunged into my wet pussy slamming into me hard. I damn near came right then. He stroked in and out of me finally lifting up my shirt and sports bra to tongue each of my nipples in turn. It was only a few more strokes and I could tell he was going to come. He threw his arms around me and plunged his tongue into my ear, something he knew turned me on. It was all it took for me. I shuddered and began what turned out to be a long and strong orgasm. That, of course, set him off and we both shuddered together as one.

"Well," I said after my breathing slowed, "I hope I've reclaimed some of my territory." I meant the comment to be humorous but there is always some truth in humor.

"Sarah," said Mark in a very serious voice and looking me dead in the eyes, "you never lost any territory. What you and I have is special to me more than I can say. What you did with arranging for Kristin to contribute to my birthday just underlined in my mind how special you are to me and how special we are together. Not that I minded the distraction... no, that's not the right word..hmm.. entertainment? Well, whatever it was. The time with Kristin was nice.. more than nice.. it was hot. But what you and I do together is much more than that. So you have no territory to reclaim."

And, of course, I melted against him trying not to cry. Tears of joy and affection.

After a little sniffle I said, "So, we on for dinner tonight?" following up with my brightest smile.

"Whatever you say, m'lady," said Mark with a bit of a bow.

And I rearranged my clothing, checked myself over, and left the business. I was a little too sore to run after Mark's welcome pounding but I was able to walk back home okay grinning ear to ear all the way.



Computer Service Ch. 05 Denouement



Mark sat at his desk thinking that he was the luckiest guy in the world. It seemed he only had to sit here and women would come in and have sex with him. Not just sex. Mind Blowing sex. Amazing sex. He chuckled to himself. Well, damn, been an interesting couple of weeks. 

Shaking his head he returned what attention he could muster back to the business.

Early that evening he again approached the door that had been the portal to a wonderful change in his life. And again, in answer to the doorbell, the ravishing Sarah opened it. Luscious black hair cascaded over her shoulders framing that beautiful face and those pale blue eyes. I was already getting lost in the eyes when she broke their spell.

"Hello there, gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "And with flowers! And wine! Wow, are you ever welcome. Come on in." And she seemed to flow down the hall pulling me into the house. I was always startled at her ability to move seemly without effort. The effect accentuated her grace.

I walked around the corner into the kitchen and stopped short. Standing at the counter cutting up lettuce was Kristin.

"Hi," I kind of stammered.

"Oh," Kristin said, "We're not returning to the you don't know what to say to me phase, are we?"

"Sorry," I said, moving quickly to give her a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "Caught me off guard. It's always good to see you."

"Sometimes more than others, huh?" Kristin said with a mischievous grin.

"Be nice," Sara quickly said, also with a little grin. Both of them deriving humor from my hesitance. "Kristin is staying with me for a few days," said Sarah. "She was visiting the area and staying in a motel. I moved her to my couch. It's been fun having the company."

I caught a quick glance between the two of them. There seemed to be some undercurrent with which I was not completely involved but considering what had happened between the three of us there were several undercurrents. I was focused on keeping my head above water.

Wine and some very good chicken enchiladas later, then some more wine and I was about knocked out.

"Can you stay?" asked Sarah, catching me off guard. "Are you sure?" I said, thinking that it might be a bit strange with Kristin here and all.

"Hey, you two," Kristin said, "Don't mind me. I'm fine."

"Well, yes," I said. "I'd love to stay." Another level in our relationship. 

"Good night, sweetie," said Sarah to Kristin, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, good night, sweetie," I said, being somewhat of a smart-ass. Leaning in to kiss her also on the cheek I got a bit more when she turned her head and accepted my kiss directly on her soft lips. 

"Mmmmm..," murmured Kristin in a breathy voice. "Good night."

Just with those two words she had made me half hard. Wow.

Sarah and I went upstairs to the bedroom for the first time actually going to bed together. We had been in the bed. We had had sex in the bed, among other places, but we had not actually gone to bed together as a couple. It seemed domestic. And nice. 

Sarah turned off the light and it occurred to me that I never been with her in the dark before. She rolled towards me as I lay on my back and leaned into me. I could feel her breath on my face. My arm was under her neck and stroking her back. Her hand was on my chest brushing lightly through the hair. 

"This is so comfortable," Sarah said, softly. Her hand continued its up and down caressing moving a bit further south every time in an ever so tantalizing manner.

"Yes." is what I started to say but it came out as "Yessssss" as her last southbound caress ended up at my slightly hard cock and stayed there.

"So comfortable," she said in more of a teasing voice as she began to softly and gently stroke me from tip to testicles and back again. As far as I was concerned she could have done that forever.

"But not so comfortable that you aren't considering moving into a different position at some point?" I asked. 

"Well," she said, still gently moving up and down my shaft. "Yes, I think some movement might be appropriate in the future. At the moment I'm just comfortable."

"Oh, don't let me stop you being comfortable if this is your idea of comfort," I quickly said.

I could almost feel her smile. Still up and down sometime with the pads of her fingers, sometimes with the nails. Pleasantly driving me insane.

"Mark," Sara started, "I want to ask you something and I want you to be comfortable saying no."

"Jesus, Sarah," I said. "I'll pretty much agree to anything you want if you keep doing that."

She stopped what she was doing with her hand. Not at all what I was going for here.

"Well, if I stop will your ability to disagree return?" she asked.

"You could just ask quickly and I could answer quickly and then you could go back to what you were doing," I said.

"Okay," she said. "That sounds reasonable. I told Kristin to wait 10 minutes and if I didn't come out to stop her she was to come join us."

Well, that accounted for the earlier undercurrents. 

"And you want to know if I object?" I asked the rather obvious question.

"Yes," said Sarah. But then she shut down any ability I had to think objectively by returning her hand to stroking my cock. Not really a problem from my point of view but my occasionally discerning intellect was returning to its cave for the duration and the other head was taking over.

"Is okay," I kind of slurred. "I mean, it's okay with me if it is good with you."

Again I could feel her smile as she said, "Well, we'll just keep this up for a bit. And maybe this," as her head followed her hand down my stomach and she took my cock in her mouth for the second time that day. Not that I was objecting to the repetition. Far from it. I was lost in a fuzzy brain full of lust with my entire world reduced to the feeling of that warm, wet mouth on my cock. So much so that I barely felt Kristin sliding onto the bed and up next to Sarah. My arm behind Sarah brushed against her hair as she slid up and I cupped her head bringing it to me and kissed her deeply letting her know she was welcome.

From then on things became very difficult to keep track of as my world was made up of soft yielding flesh, stroking hands, warm and wet mouths and equally warm and wet lips of another kind. It was difficult to keep track of who, what, where and when. I would find a hand or a breast or some other body part and, although I was certain it was not mine I was not always so certain whose it was. Kristin was smaller all over so if I were to grasp a breast it would not take me long to find it was hers (not that it mattered as I tweaked or suckled the nipple anyway) but for the first moment I did not always know. It was dark enough that vision was not helping very much identifying parts and partners. This created the very unusual event that I would lick a slit in front of my mouth and hear Kirstin or Sarah moan so that the sound made the connection in my head before the taste or sight or feel identified the owner. It was a luscious playland of sight and touch and scent. Most of the time there was a hand or mouth stroking or sucking my cock and most of the time I had a breast in my mouth and a hand between someone's leg or the other way around. Somehow the entirety was an all consuming dance of the senses. At one point the two women were lying one on top of the other and I was kneeling between their legs barely able to see the two pussies one above the other and my single thought was how exceptional was such a bounty that I could choose which to lick or suck or fuck and I had an internal chuckle at a voice saying 'eenie, meenie, miney, moe'. Quickly moving forward I plunged into the lower of the two which was Sarah (actually I kind of knew that but the pretense of the quandary was more fun) at which time Kristin moved up still with her back to me and planted her pussy on Sara's mouth. She then leaned back into me presenting her mouth to my kiss and her breasts to my hands. I took advantage of them both and was in a state of wonder at being able to slide in and out of the hot slit of one woman while holding another who was as turned on as I. And then Kristin backed up effectively pushing me out of Sarah. She then replaced my cock in Sara's pussy with her mouth and presented a different target for me to ride. As I slid into her pussy I could not help but feel the slight difference in angle and pressures of one versus the other. Absolutely no objection to either sheath for my cock but it was the very subtle difference that brought me near to coming. Throughout all of this, I should say, there were a lot of groans and moans and "Yessss.." and slurping and all such wonderful sounds that one might expect would accompany such an event. But about the time I slid into Kristin things seemed to pick up in volume as they did in intensity. Kristin was apparently performing an effective job on Sarah as the latter began to increase the duration and sound level of her gasps and moans obviously ramping up to an orgasm. And I was with her. It was about that time that I felt Kristin's hand on her own pussy obviously working to keep up so that we could all finish near each other. And that is about what happened. Sarah began a moan that inexorably increased to a wail and I think had Kristin not had her mouth full she would have been on the same frequency. She had started to buck on my cock. And that put me over the edge as I exploded into Kristin's pussy rigid with my own orgasm losing track of just what the other two were doing.

We all fell together on the bed collapsing in one huge bundle of glistening flesh breathing heavily, exhausted from our efforts. The room was quiet, dark and warm as we languidly returned back to reality surrounded by pungent odor of our combined juices finally drifting off to sleep with limbs entangled and smiles on our faces.

Off and on during the night I would climb back up into consciousness enough to wonder where all this soft warm flesh came from and then just drift back off to blissful slumber. At one point I felt a hand on my cock and a butt pushing back into me. So I slid into what turned out to be Sarah's pussy (I was actually getting to know the difference by feel now and that was very strange). We rocked back and forth gently but then both fell asleep before doing anything else.

The sun streaming into the room finally woke me for good in the morning. I felt more than a little hung over but less from alcohol than sex. Apparently one can have a sex hangover. I was alone in the bedroom so I got up, pulled on pants and my t-shirt and went downstairs. Sara was in the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepy," she said.

"Coffee," was what I managed to get out. And the cup arrived with a kiss.

"No Kristin?" I asked.

"She had some errands to run," said Sarah, "but will be back after lunch. It's just us kids here."

"Wow," I managed.

"I could not have said it better myself," said Sarah with a smile.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked, not sure if I even wanted an answer.

"Well, since you bring it up," said Sarah sitting down next to me and looking me straight into my eyes. "I've got something to discuss with you."

"Early for bad news," I said, "if it is bad news."

"Oh, no," she said with a smile. "Not bad news at all. But more of a confession on my part."

"You've been having sex with another woman?" I said, lightly.

"Well, yeah," she said. "But that is hardly a news flash, is it? No Mark, did you ever wonder what I did for a living? What I did to support myself?"

"I figured that was your business and you'd bring it up when you wanted," I said. 

With a deep breath she said, "I don't work because I don't have to," and paused to let me take that in. "My father was very good at what he did and was paid a lot of money and invested it wisely for a long time. My parents had a full life but died in a plane crash a couple of years ago. I bought and moved into this house to get some time alone to think of things and gain a perspective on what it all meant to me and to my life. And to think about what I wanted to do from here."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I said with genuine sadness in my heart. "I understand about losing parents. It sucks."

"Yes, well, there's a catch in my case," she said. "Do you know the term 'Drop dead rich'?"

"Well, yeah," I said. "As I understand it one has enough money to tell the world to drop dead if they so desire and no one can touch them. The Gates and Buffetts and, well, Opra and the like."

"I'm not in that league," she said, "but I've got enough money to be considered by nearly anyone to be drop dead rich."

My mind froze. I had no idea what to say to that but I realized that there was something of a minefield here and I wanted to be careful not to say the wrong thing.

"Sarah," I said. "I knew you 10 minutes ago when you were poor and cared about you more than I've ever cared about anyone before. And I care about you now as much. And I only hope this discussion is not leading us to some reason we can't be together because of your money."

"No," she said, nearly in a whisper. "I've come to realize I badly need a partner to help me make decisions. Having so much money is difficult. There are an infinite number and variety of decisions and all manners of people pushing and pulling and wanting things from me and my money. And I have few to trust. But I knew someone I was able trust when he thought I had no money, who accepted me for who I was when he thought I was poor and I'm hoping that still is true, that I can trust him now."

I started to say something but she put her fingers on my lips.

"Wait," she said, "there's more. I've got a plan. I want to put together a foundation and have directed some people towards that end but I want to take a year and spend time thinking about it and talking about it and decompressing. And I want to do it with you."

Again I started to talk but again she stopped me.

"One more thing," she said, "a question. I've seen the picture of the sailboat over your desk. Is that yours? Or one you want?"

"It's.. it's one I've always wanted," I stammered. It is a Benetau 50'. Large enough to be a house that several people could live in for a long time but outfitted so that one or two people could sail it."

"What if," Sarah hesitated. "What if we bought one and spent that year nosing around some islands somewhere."

I was dumbstruck. "Buy one?"

"Okay, this is where it gets weird," she said. "I could buy it today for cash if I wanted to and not even make a minor dent in my checking account. My guess is that you would feel uncomfortable letting me do that for you and, frankly, it would seem a bit strange. BUT, if we bought it as a place to live and travel and spend time working out a plan to launch a great charitable foundation with the intent of helping others I thought you might be able to stand it."

"Purely altruistic, if you put it that way," I said. "It would be selfish of me to turn you down."

"Mean," she said.

"Self centered," I said.

"Terrible," she said.

"Well, I wouldn't want any of that," I said. "I'm in. I sell the shop and we go to work. Sort of. Ok, we take a little time off and THEN go to work. But it is the work that's important."

"Right," she said. "Important work."

"So, now you've got money and you and I are completely different," I said, does that mean I can't ravish you right now? I mean would you take it that I was only doing it because you had money?"

"Well, I would probably think that," she said. "But I'd likely get over it about the time you put that great big cock inside of me."

"Well," I said, "let's do a little experimenting and see." And I grabbed her and nearly lifted her out of her chair headed for the stairway to the bedroom.

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Sarah was learning how to steer the boat and keep the sail full while maintaining a course. We were running down the eastern seaboard just north of the Carolinas and Hatteras headed towards Florida where we would depart for the run to the Caribbean. We had a group of other like minded sailboat owners who wanted to cross together for safety. The Gulf Stream can be treacherous and safety in numbers is a good policy. Until we met with them in Port Canaveral, Florida, though we were sailing alone far out of sight of land just the good ship Mallery (named after Sarah's mother) and a lot of blue water.

It took me a month but I had found a buyer for the business. A great guy. And it took us that long to make the initial arrangements to leave the country for a year. And to find the Benetau. They had a new one in Newport, Rhode Island. Actually they had several but we thought it would be tacky to buy a fleet right off. So we bought the one. For cash. And hired a separate party, a professional marine inspector, to give it a work out and get it ready for sea.

One day Sarah told me about her family lawyer who was setting up the first part of the foundation. Initial indications were that it was going to be able to dovetail with the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation becoming part of a much larger mosaic working to beat back childhood diseases in third world countries. Heady stuff.

The night before we were leaving a friend of Sarah's came over. Her name was Trudy and she was going to finish settling the house and turn it over to the new owners, a family who had fallen on hard times during the recession. They were able to take out a very low interest loan with the bank, one not available to them before. The mom had called it a minor miracle. Sarah had called it a favor from a friendly banker. Of course given her situation, all bankers were friendly to her. Kind of annoyed me but c'est live or c'est argent is more like it.

Trudy, Sarah and I sat around and went through a couple of bottles of wine during which time Sarah told her how we met. A mostly 'G' rated version with a little 'R' spice in there, enough to give the idea without giving away the entire plot.

"Well," said Trudy. "I've got computer problems too. Suppose you could fix them?"

"Not on your life," Sarah jumped on the question, but with a smile.

"Tell you what, call Al at the shop," I said. "He's the new owner. Here's what you say...."

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"You're doing great," I said.

"I can tell," Sarah replied. "You haven't told me to look at the tattletale in 10 minutes!"

This was a day made for blue water sailboats. The sun was out, the seas only a bit choppy, puffy clouds in the sky and the wind was out of the north west and strong enough to fill both mainsail and jib completely sending us quickly on our way running south down the coast.

The Benetau 50' had a comfortable perch behind the wheel and I leaned on it pulling Sarah to me. She could still steer and be in my arms, an altogether satisfactory arrangement in my mind.

"I've got a question," I said. "When we first met at your house you said you didn't have any money to repair your computer and were forced to create an 'arrangement'. Just how far down the road were you looking?"

"Well, I," Sarah hesitated, seemingly stuck.

"You know, such deception should not go unpunished," I said with some menace in my voice. "We may need another session of correction. Fortunately for you the job as helmsperson overrides that right now but you have a spanking in your future, young lady." 

Sarah made a very sub vocal sound that might have been a harumph or a groan or a moan. I couldn't' tell for certain. So I ignored it and ran my hands up then inside of her sweatshirt. The weather was very cool and we both were dressed in cotton sweatshirts and sweatpants courtesy of the Navy store in Newport. Her firm breasts were very accessible and with no bra I could clearly feel the hard nipples. It would seem that the sound I had heard previously was a moan and I had her attention. I moved my hand down below the waist of the sweatpants until I was cupping her pussy and then slid my finger down the slit and easily into the already damp tunnel. Now she was clearly moaning. She ground her ass into my rapidly hardening cock and then reached down behind her back and into the top of my sweats freeing the shaft. I pulled down her sweatpants and panties enough that she could back into me and impale herself on my cock now eliciting a moan from both of us. She then started sliding up and down while still holding onto the wheel and maintaining course. I would have been impressed with her seamanship but was already too far gone to think much of it.




Computer Service Ch. 05 Denouement



Just then the companionway door in front of us flew open and a blonde head popped out.

"Lunch is ready when...." Kristin started to say and stopped and with a big smile "Jeez, you two. Rabbits."

Then looking in Sarah's eyes she said in a sultry voice, "When you are ready to eat, just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you? You just put your lips together and blow."

And with that she returned below laughing all the way.

Sara slid back down my cock and we picked up where we had left off.

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Al sat at his desk looking at the spreadsheets and was pleased with where things were going right now. Just then the phone rang.

He did not normally answer the phones in the shop but he had heard it ringing and then his tech, Zack, yelled "Hey, boss, it's for you. Says her name is Trudy." So he picked up.

"Good morning, Computer Service, may I help you?"

"I think I've got a BAD hard drive," a cute voice said with what seemed to be some suggestion of something non technical. Kind of threw me off. Here I had been working through some money matters and my mind was jerked in what was a very different, even if pleasant, direction. 

Not sure if I was interpreting the emphasis right I played it straight and asked, "What is going on with it?".

"It's making a lot of noise, kind of a grinding sound," she said without inflection making me think maybe I had created the innuendo in my mind. 

"Okay, well, that's not good," I said. "Let me check the schedule and I'll have one of my techs get on site."

"Actually," the cute voice took on a little teasing tone, "the previous owner, Mark, said I should ask for you, for your personal service. Is there some way you could come?"

"Well," I hesitated only a moment. "Sure."

"Good," she said. "I may have a little money issue but Mark said that he thought we might be able to work something out.



Computer Service



"Mmmmmmmm... yes. Oh Jesus, oh yeah," followed by a sharp intake of breath as I reached the beginning of her lips and stroked my tongue up and down her slit, and into the source of her juices literally drinking her in. 

She now had my head in her hands and was pushing her hips up trying to impale herself on my tongue. I obliged and went where she obviously wanted me to go, paying more and more attention to her clitoris, until her hips started to lift off the seat and her moan increased in pitch into a kind of scream, until she erupted physically and vocally in an intense orgasm that seemed to go on for minutes, before she subsided in a series of small decreasing movements like crashing waves dying out on the beach.

"Oh, Jesus, that was... was..." she finally said. "I'm not sure I ever screamed like that. It is kind of embarrassing."

"Not at all. I consider it a high complement."

"That it is, for sure. It has been way too long. That was a lot of pent up stuff and it was time to get it out."

Looking down I said, "There's probably more."

She cupped my chin, raised it, looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "I don't think I could take much more of that." 

She pulled me closer, my head on her breasts. Resting for a few moments.

"You and I really need the same thing here," she said with that smile back in her voice, "and it looks like we are going to be able to take care of it without much trouble. I really need you in me and really wanted to have you come in me so if you would be so kind to move up here and put that big thing into me I would be ever so grateful."

Well, not wanting to be a cad and hurt her feelings, I complied. I got on my knees between her and slowly pushed my length into her. She was so wet after two orgasms that I just slid in like I was home.

"Oh, yes," she murmured.

There were more moans as I slid back and forth, in an out, her hands on my hips guiding me. My hands were on her breasts, her face, grabbing her shoulders so I could ram deeper into her.

"I know it is your turn," she managed between groans, "But if you could hang on for a minute or two, I think I'll be coming with you."

Well, of course there is nothing more stimulating than a woman about to come unless it is one telling you she is about to come or one telling you to wait just a little bit while she comes with you. But I managed. I focused some time on her nipples, which were stiffening again. First one, then the other all the while moving in and out, changing angles and pressures here and there. I could hear the slurp of liquid as we moved together. And I could hear her breathing start to build again with a series of moans and intakes of breath until she was breathing in short gasps and her body started to tense up again, and I stopped trying to hold back and started slamming into her with as much intensity as I could manage and we were both gasping and the wave of orgasm seemed to break across us at the same time as I exploded into her and she screamed. Or maybe it was me screaming... or certainly both of us. And the wave crashed and slowly and slowly subsided and I collapsed onto her and just listened to her heart as she slowly stroked my head saying, "Shhhhh." No idea what she meant but it was such a blissful sound and feeling that I didn't question or care.

The pounding blood in my veins receded as my consciousness returned.

This is the point in a new or casual relationship that is awkward. I enjoyed the moment resting on her chest as long as I could. But then withdrew and stood up. She looked up at me, and, a little self-consciously now, closed her legs. I reached out for her hand and helped her up. The hug was great and there was nothing wrong but it is not an easy thing to transition from such a world crashing sex back to reality. 

Her response was, "Excuse me," and she went off presumably to the bathroom. 

Left alone in the room, I took the opportunity to get my clothes together and get dressed as well as pick up hers and lay them neatly on the arm of the sofa. Then I went back to the computer, which was so important just a short while ago, and checked the backups. They had finished while we were working on the payment plan. I shut down the computer and was removing all the wires when she returned to the room. I stopped and looked up and then straightened up and took her in. She had obviously rinsed her face, combed her hair and had put on a robe. -- just a simple white cotton robe. She looked radiant and enticing and, well, satisfied. It was the same way I felt, the satisfied part anyway.

"Hi," she said. 

And, yeah, it was awkward time. 

"Hi, back," I am no slouch in the repartee department. "It's done. I'm wrapping it up to take back to the shop."

"Hmm. So I take it the payment plan is acceptable?"

"Well, ah," I was actually stuttering here, "Yeah." Brilliant. "Umm, I'll have to reload it and return it sometime when it is convenient."

"Is tomorrow okay? I've got some errands to run in the morning, but I'm actually here all afternoon."

"Um, ah, is one okay again?" I asked.

She smiled, now a little shyly, "One is fine. I guess I still have some payments to make." 

My smile was a little more confident, "Well good work doesn't come cheap."

"And your work is exceptional, so I guess I have a few payments left."

My stomach flipped a bit with that.

"Yeah, well, I've got to get back and get started on this."

She came up to me and kissed me lightly on the lips. "One it is."