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Investment

By: WFEATHER



As the end of my first year at the university was nearing an end, I was trying to find an apartment where I could live for the next three years when, to my surprise, I received an e-mail from my big brother: 

"I have a solution for your apartment issues. I'll call tonight." 

That evening, as I sat on the front steps of the university library, my cell phone rang, and when I saw my big brother's name on the screen, I felt quite warm and happy. Although he was six years older than me, he and I had always been incredibly close, perhaps in part because I had never known our father, for he had left our mother shortly after learning that she was pregnant again. While I had dated several guys in high school and one person in college, no one could truly compare to him, and in the back of my mind, I wondered if anyone else could possibly make me feel nearly as cherished, nearly as protected, nearly as loved. 

With a smile, I opened the cell phone and raised it to my ear. "I've been hoping you'd call," I told him. 

"Oh?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "My little sister's been waiting for me to call?" 

"Stop teasing," I laughed softly. "What's the apartment news?" 

"I'm moving there," he said flatly. 

"Eric, that's great! When?" 

"I'm being transferred to the corporate office not too far from campus. They want me to start by May 15, which means that I'll need to come out there, find an apartment, and then get the move completed and everything around the time you're done for the semester. And since my little sister wants an apartment as well..." 

"Are you sure you want me to live with you?" I asked. In part, I was joking, but it was really a serious question. After all, Eric was 24 and single – how would it appear to a potential girlfriend if she were to learn that he was living with his sister? As for me, I recognized the opportunity immediately: Living with my big brother would allow us both to share the costs of an apartment, and living with him would be a bit safer than living on my own. 

"Come on, you know me," he chided me. "I wouldn't be offering if I didn't sincerely mean it." 

"I know," I admitted, "but it's a bit... sudden. It's almost hard to believe." 

"I plan to fly out there this weekend," Eric announced. "I have a rental car and a hotel room reserved already, and two places I found online which I want to look at, both along the light rail line that runs past the university, so if we were to live at either of those complexes, you and I could both get to and from campus and work very easily and quickly. I'll be driving the car while the movers are hauling my stuff, so we'll have a vehicle to use. And perhaps the best thing about all this is that I'd get to spend time with my little sister again." 

"Awwww..." I was genuinely touched. "I miss being around you, you know," I admitted. 

"Same here, Erica," he confessed. "Same here." 

*****

During the week, I went online to look at the two apartment complexes my big brother had selected, and I was rather impressed. Both complexes were gated communities with one-, two-, and three-bedroom apartments offered, and plenty of plants and trees seemingly everywhere. I could not truly grasp the actual size of the various rooms from the online pictures, but I could see that they would both be nice places to live. My favorite of the two, however, was the complex where each apartment had a screen-enclosed patio or balcony, which would be great for leaving the sliding patio door open to obtain fresh air but still keeping the insects out. 

Late Friday afternoon, I packed for the weekend and took a bus to the airport, and even though I had seen him just two months earlier, the hug which Eric and I shared was tight and heartfelt, a testament to the close bond which we had shared for such a long time. 

Once we had the rental car, we went directly to the hotel. I had been past the hotel quite a few times during my first year at the university, but had never been inside. Since this trip was designed for Eric to select an apartment due to a work-related move, he was able to have the company pay for a company-approved hotel, and it was a suite-style hotel. It was the first time I had ever been in a hotel suite, and I was pleasantly amazed at just how home-like it was overall. Eric simply stood back and watched me as I took in everything, but after a few minutes, I realized something: 

My big brother was truly watching me. The way his eyes roamed my body alerted me to a sensation that I had felt from other guys, but never from a family member: 

He was truly interested in my body, in my beauty. In a way, it was as if Eric was seeing his little sister as a woman for the first time. I turned to show him my profile, willing to give him a little eye candy. 

"You truly are beautiful," he said softly. 

"You've said that before," I reminded him, afterward suddenly aware that my voice had been much quieter than it should be for a brother and sister simply talking amongst themselves. 

He stepped toward me, almost tentatively, and something compelled my feet to move toward him. When he took me in his arms, it was not just for a hug. This was different – how and why, I do not know, but for some reason, this was significantly different. 

Not for the first time in his presence, I felt my body begin to react. The telltale warmth began to form, grow, radiate. Almost imperceptibly, my big brother's arms held me just a little tighter than usual. 

Not for the first time in my presence, he began to grow and stiffen. However, for the first time, I was very keenly aware of it. It made me think about my big brother as a man, not a sibling. It made me think of the few guys I'd dated, how they had attempted to bed me within the first few dates even though they definitely had not yet earned my trust and my respect. 

Eric, on the other hand, already had my trust and my respect. Throughout my life, he had also clearly wanted the best for me, wanted for me to be happy, however that was defined in the moment. It would not be much of a stretch to imagine him also having my heart, but could I ever give my big brother my body? 

Eventually, I stepped out of his caring embrace. "There is something to consider about this place..." I began. 

"What's that?" he asked, sitting at the work table at the side of the living room area of the suite. 

"There's only one bed." 

"I know," he admitted. "But don't worry. I'd already planned on sleeping on the sofa." 

"What? No! You've come all this way and paid all this money for a nice hotel suite just so you can sleep on the sofa?!?" 

"Would you prefer that I'd pitched a tent somewhere instead?" 

He laughed as I rolled my eyes. We both enjoyed camping, but trying to compare a sofa to a sleeping bag was like trying to compare a paper airplane to a boulder. 

"I honestly don't mind sharing a bed with you," I said, again aware of how quiet my voice was, "even if it wasn't some huge monstrosity of a bed." 

He smiled warmly. "I'll keep that in mind, sis." 

My stomach growled. "While you're thinking, why don't we go get dinner?" 

*****

I was already in bed, sitting against the pillows and the headboard, reading a novel I had brought with me, when Eric finally came into the bedroom. He was topless, wearing his sweatpants, and I was a little amazed that he still wore sweatpants to bed. I even commented on it. 

"Actually," he replied, "I generally don't." 

"Oh?" 

He pulled back the covers and joined me, also sitting against the pillows and the headboard. "Generally, I just wear my underwear... if I wear anything at all." 

"I see..." 

I closed the book and set it aside, then leaned into him. I wore an old faded sleepshirt and a modest panty, and as I leaned against him, I lamented the fact that I was not also topless. While my arms were mostly bare and it felt good for my right arm to be pressed against his bare skin, I wanted to feel the skin-on-skin contact against more of my body. 

My big brother draped an arm across my shoulders, and I wrapped an arm across his lap over the covers, and suddenly, it was the middle of the night, the bedroom was dark save for the dim glow of the street lamps several stories below our window, and I was laying upon him with the covers bunched up around my neck. 

Somehow, although he was clearly asleep with his arms around me underneath the covers, I truly felt loved, and with that thought implanted in my mind, I drifted back into slumber with a smile upon my lips. 

*****

When I awoke in the morning, my big brother was not in the bedroom, but I could smell coffee, so I knew he had not gone far. In a way, it was comforting knowing that I had him all to myself in the hotel suite, knowing that soon I'd be living with him – just the two of us. It could almost be like he and I were married, just without the prospect of children coming into the household. 

...or so I would hope. 

I wondered what my roommate was doing. She had seemed genuinely happy for me that I would be sharing an apartment with my big brother – "He's already someone you know and will feel perfectly safe with," she had said – although I knew that she was jealous that I was spending the weekend in a really nice hotel and not a small university dorm room. She had even made a very good suggestion: "Since hotels inherently have pools, take a bikini." 

I smiled as I remembered Haley's bikini comment. While I owned a bikini, I rarely ever wore it, in part because my breasts are just not large enough by society's standards to truly wear a bikini. Haley, on the other hand, could fill out a bikini quite nicely – and if it was a thong-style bikini, she would need a big stick to beat away the people with big sticks. 

As Haley had suggested, however, I did bring a bikini with me. As I had put it into my carry-on bag that I was using for the weekend, I really doubted that I would wear it. But as I lay in bed, thinking about the fact that I was feeling more than just sibling love for my big brother, thinking ahead to the life we could share in our new apartment somewhere along the light rail line which passed by the university, I was almost convinced that I should wear the bikini if for no other reason than just to see the smile upon his face. 

I was fairly certain that Eric would smile if he saw me in a bikini. Like most girls growing up, I had pleaded with our mother to buy me a bikini. Even though I was in second grade when I first wore a bikini, I was clearly being indoctrinated by the media:  The cutest girls wear bikinis when they go swimming. As I navigated the turbulence of puberty, however, and tried to come to terms with the changes in my body, I was suddenly reluctant to wear a bikini, and Eric had asked me about it, affirming the he liked how I looked in a bikini, his words and his fond gazes soothing me, comforting me. Yet my breasts never reached what general society would consider an "appropriate size" for a young woman, and while it subconsciously plagued me throughout middle school and high school and even to some extent during my first year at the university, and whenever I would speak with my big brother about my deep-rooted concerns, he had a way of making me feel much more comfortable in my own body. 

Deciding at last that I should wear the bikini for him before he left the city, I finally slipped out of bed, habitually reaching to the bedpost for the robe which was not there, then chiding myself with a soft smile – after all, my big brother had seen me wearing similar sleepwear without a robe for many years, and the temperature in the suite was definitely not cool enough to warrant a robe. 

When I finally emerged from the bedroom, the small coffeemaker in the suite had just enough life-affirming brew for me to enjoy a cup and awaken a little faster. As I poured a cup of the hazelnut drink, I could feel Eric's eyes upon me as he sat at the table with his laptop. "Good morning, sunshine," he joked quietly as his eyes caressed me from across the room. 

The "Good morning, sunshine" was part of our typical banter. His eyes caressing me, however, was the evidence that I was not the only one in the suite who was starting to feel more than just familial love for a sibling. 

*****

We ultimately decided on three apartment complexes to visit, all in the same general area. The first two were nice, but it was clear from the way we were treated that the staff viewed us solely as rent checks. 

The third place, however – the complex with the enclosed patios and balconies – was both visually appealing and very strong on customer/tenant service. It was indeed the type of place we were looking for: two bedrooms, fairly spacious, good layout. The only choice was whether we wanted to share a bathroom or not. Ultimately, the choice was made for us: In the time period in which we wanted to move in, there were only one-bath apartments available, but that was fine with us – after all, Eric and I had shared a bathroom for much of our lives. 

We signed the lease that same day, and then went to a local convenience store to buy a money order to pay the security deposit and the first month's rent. When we finally left the complex, we were both smiling, for we would soon be living together again in a place just for us. 

We stopped to get a late lunch at Subway, and walked across the street to the small park to eat there. We sat on a comfortable bench together, eating, talking, watching the birds as an old man sitting upon a nearby bench fed them crumbs of bread. There was definitely a unique pleasure in something so simple as watching someone feeding birds, and even long after we had finished our sandwiches, Eric and I continued to sit, watching the birds clamoring for more crumbs, watching the camaraderie the old man had with the birds. Only when he had no more crumbs to offer did he and the birds finally leave the area. 

...which left me alone with my big brother. 

"We'll need to get you your own furniture," he reminded me. 

"I know," I acknowledged, leaning against him. 

Perhaps absently, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Except for the fact that we were wearing more clothing and were not in bed, it felt just like the previous night, when he had joined me in bed. I felt loved and cherished, confident that my big brother could protect me from all the negativity in life. I felt like a valuable person, a cherished woman who could truly bring him happiness simply by existing, simply by sharing a part of his life. 

"We'll need to get a bit of furniture for me," I said. "Given that you're currently in that tiny studio, we'll need to get some common-area furniture as well, like a sofa and a coffee table. We'll probably need to get more dishes and silverware." 

"All true," he said, patting my bare thigh with his free hand. 

I glanced down, noting how close his thumb was to the hem of my skirt. Idly, I wondered if he had meant to touch my leg so close to my skirt, or if it was purely coincidence. After a few moments, however, he seemed to realize just where he had (inadvertently?) placed his hand, and moved it to my knee. 

"It's okay," I assured him. "I honestly don't mind. In fact, I find it... flattering." 

Our eyes met, and I smiled warmly at my big brother. The eyes – almost identical to mine – pierced me deeply, and suddenly I found that I was breathless, like prey trapped in a corner, shrinking back in fear, heart pounding violently and the lungs completely unable to function. Yet I was not afraid at all, so even though my heart was pounding vehemently and sounding loudly in my ears, the fact that I was breathless from just a single look, especially a single look from him, from my big brother, shocked me in a pleasant way, giving me that warmth deep in my belly... 

Eric retracted his hand. "Let's head back to the hotel," he said softly. "It's a little... exposed here." 

I understood his meaning. Clearly, a non-familial love was forming between us, and for us to show our illicit affection for each other in public could create great problems. 

"Yeah," I agreed quietly. "Let's go back to the hotel." 

*****

Throughout the drive back to the hotel, we maintained a comfortable silence, but it was clear that something was brewing between us. We may as well have been tied together with a chain which kept tightening around us. Shortly before we arrived at the hotel, I briefly placed my hand upon my big brother's right thigh, and he placed his hand upon mine. 

As we passed through the hotel lobby, we maintained a respectable distance between us, chatting quietly again, but something just felt different. Perhaps I was simply imagining things, but it seemed that the hotel staff and the other guests were watching us closely, curiously, trying to discern what made us different from any other brother and sister passing through the lobby. 

We were not alone in the elevator. An older couple, clearly husband and wife given the aura of intense love which surrounded them, joined us to our floor, turning left as the exited the elevator while Eric and I turned right. I was still thinking of the couple as my big brother unlocked the door to our suite, and wondered if perhaps that was how we had appeared to the hotel staff and the other guests as we had passed through the lobby a few minutes earlier. 

Stepping into the suite, I felt as if a previously-unnoticed weight had just been lifted from my shoulders. "Relieved?" my big brother asked as he ensured the door was closed and locked behind us, and only then did I realize that I had given a big sigh of relief. 

I nodded as he approached me, opening his arms. Eagerly, I stepped into his embrace, hugging him fiercely, his heartbeat comforting in a way I had never noticed during our many hugs in the past. For several minutes, we stood in the living room, holding each other, simply enjoying each other's company, each other's accepting presence. 

"Since I was traveling yesterday afternoon," Eric finally said quietly, "I need to catch up on work." 

As one, we both looked to his laptop, perched upon the work table. "That's okay," I said. "I should probably do a little studying myself. I'll go work in the bedroom so I don't disturb you." 

"Okay." 

Even though we would be within the same suite, the prospect of being in separate rooms suddenly seemed threatening. However, I went into the bedroom and retrieved a textbook, a pen, and a notepad from my backpack. 

I was having a very hard time focusing on my studies. My mind kept drifting to the man in the living room part of the suite. I kept feeling his arms around me. I kept hearing his heartbeat in my ear. I kept seeing his eyes piercing my soul. 

Since hotels inherently have pools, take a bikini. 

My roommate's suggestion returned to the forefront of my mind, and I looked toward my carry-on bag. To my recollection, Eric had yet to see me wearing that particular bikini, and I wanted to wear it for him, to hopefully see him smile appreciatively. 

I tried to force myself back to my studies, but my mind still would not focus. I kept thinking of my big brother, of wanting to appeal to him, of wanting him to view me as more than just his little sister. The bikini in the carry-on bag was a good step in that direction. 

Finally, I gave up studying – or more specifically, I put studying on pause. I rose from the bed and silently pushed the bedroom door mostly closed – leaving it open just a tiny crack. 

A few minutes later, I wore the bikini. It was a basic bikini in terms of design: red with black trim and strings. I liked how the tie-side bottom showed off my hips, the strings tied into nice bows. As I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, I momentarily envisioned Eric standing behind me, watching my reflection with appreciation and admiration as his fingers gently tugged the bows loose... 


Investments in Technology



A big thank you to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for helping me with the story and finding the edited version after I lost it. I hope you enjoy the story. 

*

Julie wiped her eyes and looked at the computer screen again. The message had not changed.

No boot device found

She had seen it before, it meant that one of the boffins from IT would have to come up and replace the computer. The last time this had happened the technician had tried to explain exactly what had happened, but had cut his explanation short when he saw her eyes glaze over. He simply said 'It ran out of witchcraft.' She picked up the phone and dialed the help desk number. Julie glanced at the clock; it was two in the morning. She wondered what kind of person worked the overnight shift at the company's help desk. Julie began to replay an episode of The IT Crowd over in her head as she listened to the phone ring. Finally, someone answered.

"Help desk, this is Carol," said a voice that was entirely too cheerful for two in the morning on a Friday.

"Hello, this is Julie, I'm in office 2427, and my computer is broken. It says it won't boot. I'm about to boot it out the window," Julie said aggrievedly. She could have easily stopped working and left, her project was not due for another week, but she didn't have any plans for the weekend and was on a roll. She spun around in the chair and looked at the other reason for working late, the view. The city spread out to the horizon, even at this hour she could see activity. The office she was in was not hers. It belonged to the director of another department, but she had come to an agreement with the office's official occupant. She could use it when he was not there, and he got to fuck her on the mahogany desk when he was there. 

Before she could begin to reminisce about being bent over the desk, Carol's voice brought her back to reality, "The last machine to log in from that office is not the computer that is assigned to the dock, it looks like it was computer DX44LPT2, is that correct?"

"Yes," Julie replied, "I'm working on a project with Stan and the research material is in the office, so I brought my laptop in. Is that okay?" She was telling a bit of a fib, there were not materials, Julie just liked being in the corner office. She was confident she would have her own office like this one soon enough.

"Of course, I just need to make sure to put the right image on the drive. I will have a new drive up to you shortly. Is there anything on the old drive that we should try to recover?" Carol said.

"No, everything is on the network," Julie replied. She had learned her lesson after the previous drive failure. All her work files went on the network and any personal items went on an encrypted thumb drive.

"Okay, your case number is RG59234K. Someone will be there soon to install the new drive, is there anything else we can do for you?" Carol replied.

"No, that is all," Julie said and hung up.

She wondered if Carol would bring the drive up herself or if she would send someone even further down the IT chain. Julie tried to imagine what Carol was like. Was she some kind of geek girl? Was she just someone the IT department hired because she was good on the phone but had no idea what she was talking about? The voice sounded young. Julie decided Carol was some kind of computer nerd with pale skin and short, dark hair. She probably had a cute face but wore thick glasses and dressed in the standard uniform of the overnight IT group, shorts, T-shirt, and sandals.

"Hey Ian, can you grab a drive for a Dell e6510," Carol shouted. She was the only person in the phone queue and she was obsessed with not letting anything to go voicemail. She figured that as long as they had an intern she might as well take advantage of him. She watched Ian pull a box off the shelf and verify the part number before handing it to her.

"I don't know why you are giving that to me, I don't need any practice imaging drives. You know how sysprep works, don't you?" she asked. Ian was one of the better-looking interns that had come through, but that bar was low. Until Ian, the interns had come in two varieties, couch potato, and string bean. Ian was a pleasant combination of the two, not too thin and not too thick. He was good looking enough that Carol was tempted to push the limits of the HR policy on dating co-workers.

"Which image does it get?" Ian asked.

Carol glanced back at her computer screen and looked at the audit file of the system that needed the new drive, "It needs an OS, office apps and the investment productivity package. You might have to walk the user through setting up email."

"Is auto discover working?" Ian asked.

"No, it's still fubar because of the new security package," Carol replied. She scribbled on her notepad, then tore off the sheet of paper and handed it to Ian.

"Is this everything I need?" He asked.

"Probably," Carol replied, "you're bright boy, I'm sure you can figure it out."

Ian connected the new drive to the dock and typed in a few commands. While he waited for the files to copy over he grabbed a technical manual on the email system and flipped through it. He wasn't sure whom the drive was for, but the staff that worked this late had little sympathy for incompetence.

"Who is the user?" Ian asked.

"Julie M. Powers, but she is in Stan Carrington's office, not her cube," Carol said. She tapped on her keyboard, "She must like that office, she logs in from there a lot. Mostly at night..."

"Have you met her?" Ian asked, wondering what kind of person he was about to encounter.

"No, she doesn't have much of a ticket history. I guess she doesn't break stuff very often. She sounded nice enough on the phone. Let me pull up her badge picture," Carol said has her fingers flew across the keyboard.

Ian noticed the file copy process had completed. He pulled the drive out of the dock and walked over to Carol's workstation. Just has he arrived a woman's face appeared on the screen. She appeared to be in her late twenties and was very attractive.

"When did we start getting badge pictures from Glamour Shots, every other badge picture looks like a morgue photo and the lady looks like she just stepped of the red carpet? Try not to stare at her" Carol teased. She was a bit annoyed; none of the users she had done work for were even close to being this hot.

"I'll do my best," Ian replied as he walked towards the elevator.

Julie ran her hand over the smooth wood of the desktop. More than once, she would bend over it while Stan's big cock plowed into her pussy, but he had always insisted that she should shut the blinds. Stan called the trysts 'paying the rent' and she had eagerly put down a generous deposit in addition to her monthly obligation. Julie stood up and walked around the desk so she could see out the windows. She leaned over the desk, putting one hand on the black leather pad and the other hand between her legs. Just the thought of fucking with the windows open had her panties soaked. She began to run though her list of fuck buddies, wondering which would be most agreeable to a late night booty call. Julie lowered her body so her tits brushed against the desk and she could smell the leather. Her fingers slipped under the thin material of her panties and plied her labia apart. The project suddenly seemed a lot less important than getting laid.

Ian could not believe the sight in front of him. The user he was assigned to help was bent over the desk in the office and appeared to be masturbating. He knew women masturbated, but other than porn, he had never seen it happen. He was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. Quietly, he stepped out of the doorway and walked backwards down the hallway. He was not sure what to do. He was sure walking in to the office was a bad idea. Even if he was wrong and she was doing something innocent, it was impossible to hide the bulge that had appeared in his pants. Finally, he pulled out his phone and called Carol.

"Hey Carol, which office did you say I'm supposed to be going to?" Ian asked.

"Jeez Ian, I said Stan's office. It's number 2236, the twenty two means twenty second floor. Please tell me you are not lost," Carol answered.

"Which building?"

"Building one, the same building you started in," Carol replied, her voice showing her impatience.

"Okay, there it is. Just wanted to be sure I was headed in the right direction," Ian replied. Just as he had hoped, Carol berating him made his erection vanish.

The sound of a voice in the hall interrupted Julie's fantasy. She remembered that IT had sent someone to fix her computer. Julie stood up and straightened her skirt, then walked around the desk and sat down. A few seconds later, a young man appeared in the doorway to the office. He was young, even younger than she expected. He was also much better looking than she expected an IT boffin to be.

"Hello, I'm Ian... from IT. I'm here to replace your drive," he said.

"Welcome Ian from IT, I'm sorry to have called so late, I just need to finish this project and it appears my computer was not up to the task," Julie said. She looked at Ian again. He was just less than six feet tall. He was thin, but not to the point that she would call him lanky. His hair was light brown and somewhat disheveled. One aspect of his appearance surprised her; he was not wearing glasses. She expected that everyone in that department needed glasses. She looked at his badge, in large letters was the word INTERN. That word explained his youth.

"So this is how IT boffins get started, how much longer will you be with the company?" she asked.

"This is actually my last week, I go back to college soon," he replied. He noted she was using the British slang for geek. He wondered if she picked up from TV or had been overseas.

"How many years do you have left?" she inquired.

"It's my second year but I will have enough hours to be a junior at the end of the semester, I'd like to get out in less than four years if I can," he said has he walked behind the desk.

Julie stood up and offered him the chair. She watched as he turned off the computer, flipped it over, and began to remove the tiny screws that held it together. He seemed quite skilled with his hands.

"Be careful what you wish for, the working world is not as much fun as college," she cautioned.

"True, but it pays a lot better," he replied.

"It certainly does," she agreed.

Ian pulled out the old drive and inserted the new one, then began to reassemble the computer. Once the last screw was snug, he flipped it over and turned it back on. The splash screen appeared. Now that the computer no longer required his full attention, he noticed that Julie was standing very close to him. He also noticed a slightly musky smell, he wondered if it was an artifact of what he had almost witnessed. When the login screen appeared, he started to stand, but felt her lean over him. She reached around his shoulders and put her hands on the keyboard. The smell got a little stronger.

"Let me log in, I want to be sure everything is working before I let you go," Julie said.

The combination of her warm breath on his ear and seeing her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard made Ian's cock begin to swell again. He could not help but think about where her fingers had been a few minutes earlier. He found himself counting the number of characters in her password; it was an impressive twenty-five, more than three times the requirement. Her desktop flashed onto the screen.

"If you like I can setup your email," Ian offered. He needed a few moments to convince his cock to stop embarrassing him.

"I'd appreciate that, I don't know what I would do if I didn't get some," she replied.

Ian typed in all the required information; he had memorized what Carol has written on the sheet of paper. He breathed a sigh of relief when her mailbox began to fill up. He stood up and waved her into the chair.

"Can you check to see you have all the connections you need?" Ian asked.

"Of course," she answered, sliding into the chair and attacking the keyboard.

Ian could not take his eyes off her fingers. Knowing where they had been aroused him, and soon he was thinking about what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his cock. He dared not take his fantasy any further for fear getting an erection that could not be dismissed by thinking of encryption algorithms or some other equally dry topic.

"Actually, if you don't mind I would like for you to stay for a few minutes while I push the limits on this thing, I want to make sure it doesn't fail if I play a little rough with it," Julie said as she opened several of the more advanced applications. The bar graphs that tracked the load on the CPU, memory and network usage all began to trend upward.

"Sure," Ian replied, looking for somewhere to sit so he could camouflage the bulge in his crotch.

"You can move my leathers if you want to sit down," Julie said, nodding towards a chair near the desk.

Ian looked at the chair she had indicated. Draped over it was a leather motorcycle jacket and matching leather pants. Sitting on top of the riding apparel was a full-face helmet. He recognized the outfit.

"Do you ride a BMW R1000?" Ian asked as he moved the motorcycle gear.

"Yes, a red one," she replied.

Ian knew exactly what her bike looked like. Every guy in the IT department knew what it looked like. It was frequently the topic of less than politically correct discussion. They had all wondered who the exceedingly hot woman on the equally hot bike was, but no one had been able to identify the rider.

"Have you seen it?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Do I look hot on it?" she queried.

"Uh," Ian stuttered, unable to think of a good way to answer the question. In his head, he heard Admiral Akbar's voice 'It's a trap!'

"I was hoping for 'Hell Yes', I could wear some baggy corduroy outfit and be just as protected, but I kind of like being eye candy, don't you?" she said.

"I've never thought of myself as eye candy," Ian replied.

"It's all in the eye of the beholder. I like to think of men like beer, sometimes to find a good one you have to try a local brew that no one has heard of," Julie said. Her lips curled into a seductive grin. She had decided to skip her usual booty call list and pursue her most recent obsession.

"Do you always work the overnight shift?" She asked, closing the laptop and turning towards her guest.

"I didn't really have a choice, the intern pretty much gets what nobody else wants," he replied.

"I bet you miss having a social life," she commented.

"You don't miss what you never had," Ian said, trying to sound philosophical.

"You don't have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No, I'm not what you would call a ladies' man," Ian answered sheepishly.

"Are you... gay?" Julie asked cautiously.

"No, I've just never, well, never hit it off that well with a woman. Trust me; it's not for lack of trying. I guess I just don't give off the 'bad boy' vibe that is all the rage," Ian said. He was surprised at how easy it was to talk to Julie. 

"We don't all want bad boys, at least not all the time. I suppose I could give you some advice... First, would you go shut the door to the office? I don't want the cleaning crew or security guard to interrupt us," she said.

A voice in Ian's head told him to keep walking. He had not decided if this woman was going to give him some useful advice or if she was plotting to steal his kidney. He paused at the door, wondering what would happen if someone caught him. He had two days left, the worst that could happen would be a strongly worded letter to his college about his behavior, and that would be if Julie wanted to do more than talk. He took a deep breath and shut the door, then turned the lock.

"For starters," Julie said as Ian complied with her request, "women like compliments, especially well thought out ones. Don't just say 'nice shirt'; explain why it is nice. And we want to tell you about our interest..."

"For example?" Ian asked.

"You could have asked me about my motorcycle," she suggested.

"Okay," he replied.

"But the one thing you really need to know is women like sex just as much as men, so don't be afraid to make a move, just don't be a dick about it. You do like sex, don't you?" Julie said, taking a step towards him.

"Uh, um, I think so..." Ian stuttered.

"Would it shock you to know I've been fucked on that desk?" she teased.

Ian was stunned. It had never occurred to him that a woman like Julie could be so crude. There was no doubt that she could see he was aroused, but he wasn't sure what would happen next.

"You've never been with a woman, have you?" Julie asked, excited at the prospect of fucking another virgin.

"I, uh, I, well, you... you are correct. I'm a virgin," Ian confessed, hanging his head in shame. It wasn't for lack of trying, but somehow women always took his signals wrong and before he realized what was going on he was trapped in the friend zone.

She stepped right in front of him, "I will let you in on a little secret."

"What?" Ian asked, raising his head.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I love fucking virgins."

The words did not seem to go together. How could a successful, sexy woman like being with a virgin. Ian stood still, dumbfounded by her confession, wondering if she was trolling him along for some kind of cruel joke.

"Guys like virgins, what is so amazing about the tables being turned?" she asked.

"But why?" Ian replied.

"For starters virgins are usually grateful, even if my performance is not my A game. Plus I don't have to worry about some pissed off girlfriend or wife showing up, and I'm probably not going to catch anything from you... so what's not to like?" she explained.

"I guess nothing?" he said.

"See, I knew you had a brain in there somewhere. Would you like to see me naked?" she asked.

"Of course," he replied.

"Then do something about it, take off my shirt," she instructed.

With trembling fingers, Ian slowly unfastened each button on her blouse. He could see her nipples poking through the material. As he worked his way down more and more of her cleavage became visible. He was amazed at how much more aroused he was compared to watching porn or even being in a strip club. He had not even seen her tits yet and his cock already ached.

"Do you like what you see?" she cooed.

"Yea, yea," he replied.

"Well don't keep it all to yourself, remember what I said about compliments?" she pressed.

"You have spectacular breasts," Ian gushed. The way the words rolled off his tongue turned him on even more.

"I know, I love my tits. I love the way they look and I especially love the way they feel. Have you ever seen a woman play with her tits?" Julie asked.

"Just strippers," Ian replied. He wondered if that admission was a good idea.

"Strippers do a pretty good job, but I bet you will like what I do just as much. You will have to take off my bra to see what I am talking about," she teased.

Ian awkwardly put his arms around her and began feeling for the clasp.

"Silly boy, this one is a front loader," she giggled, guiding his hands to the small clasp between her full C cups.

Ian paused, and then unfastened her bra. Her breasts tumbled out. This was the first time he had seen real, live naked breasts and not had a dollar bill in his hand. She pressed his hands against her tits, snapping him out of his trance.

"You like?" she purred silkily.

"Uh huh," Ian stuttered.

"Let me give you a little demo," she said, peeling his hands off her breasts. She cupped her tits in her hands. The expression on the young man's face was delightful, a combination of surprise and awe.

"My tits are pretty sensitive, I had an orgasm once from someone just playing with them," she said has she hefted her fleshy globes. She didn't mention it was another woman that had done it, that bit of information would probably cause Ian's brain to overload.




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"This feels good," she said as dragged her fingertips across the upper part of her breast. She looked at the bulge in his pants. It wasn't huge, but he looked like he was well equipped for what she wanted.

"So does this," she explained and she dug her fingers into her tits. Ian's eyes zeroed in on her breasts and she continued to toy with them. Having his undivided attention was making her wet.

"And especially this," she said and she pinched her nipples between her fingers and tugged on them. She let out a soft moan and then released her breasts and grabbed his hands. She pressed them against her tits and smiled at him. His hands were larger than hers were and probably much stronger.

"You can be a little rough, but don't give me a bruise," she warned.

Ian squeezed her breasts, trying to decide if they were real or not. His buddies had told him that fake boobs were soft for the first inch and then hard as a rock. Julie's breasts were firm, but not hard. It didn't really matter; even if they were fake, he would not have stopped what he was doing. As he watched his hands caress her tits he felt like he was having an out of body experience. He simply could not believe she was letting him play with her tits.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you one other thing. Pretty much anything that involves your mouth feels good," she said. She had considered giving him a demonstration by pulling her breast to her mouth, but figured that would probably just make him come in his pants. She had a better way to make him climax, one she would enjoy as well. He wasted no time taking her advice, covering her breasts with kisses and then clumsily licking her nipples.

"It's time for you to have some skin in the game, and I mean that quite literally. Take off your clothes and grab your dick. I want to see you stroke your cock," she said sternly.

"You want what?" Ian replied, still trying to make sense of what she said.

"I want to see your hand on your dick, if you won't do that for me then we are done," she replied.

Ian wasted no time complying with her request. Ian quickly removed his shirt. He stripped his pants and underwear off completely, fearing he would trip and fall over if he left his pants around his knees. He was a little embarrassed, but even if all she did was, stand there naked and watch, it would be worth it.

"Don't come, I will take care of that in a few minutes," she said, her eyes glued to the sight of his hand sliding up and down his erection.

"Have any of your girlfriends given you a hand job?" she asked.

"Just once, and it was more of a drunk hook up," he replied.

"And what happened?" she asked.

"I came on her sweater. She was pretty pissed off," he admitted as he slowly stroked his cock.

Making him jack off had been a spur of the moment decision, but Julie was enjoying watching him. She added one more item to the list of why she liked virgins; they would do almost anything she asked. After watching him for a minute, she lowered her arm.

"Well, that's not going to happen this time," she said, pushing his hand away and replacing it with her own. His erection was about average in size, but it was exceptionally hard. She tried to bend it to one side of the other but it felt like it was made of steel.

"How about blowjobs, have you ever had your dick sucked?" she asked.

It took a few seconds for Ian to process what she had said. "No," he responded, afraid that if he gave a more elaborate response he would not be able to concentrate on keeping his orgasm at bay.

"Well I certainly need to do something about that," she replied, slowly dropping to her knees. Julie planted a kiss on the head of his dick. When she pulled her mouth away a sticky string of pre-cum stretched between her lips and his penis. She tipped her head back so he could watch her lick it off her lips. She tried to pull his cock down so he could watch it slide into her mouth, but it would not budge from its vertical attitude. Julie decided it was just as well, the sight of her lips stretched around his erection would probably make him come even faster.

"I'm really close to coming," he said apologetically.

"That's kind of the idea, I want you to come in my mouth," she replied casually. A mouthful of cum was a price Julie was willing to pay for not having to clean cum stains out of the carpet. She also knew that when his erection returned he would last a bit longer. With the fingers of one hand, she stroked him from his perineum to his balls. With the other hand, she caressed the head of his cock, and then guided it into her mouth.

Ian had come plenty of times, but with one exception, always by his own hand. The orgasm welling up inside him was unlike any experienced solely by jacking off. Even in his wildest wet dreams, a blowjob had not been so arousing. His entire body shuddered when his cock penetrated her lips. He felt her tongue rub against the bottom of his rigid shaft as her hand stroked his throbbing erection. It was clear that Julie knew how to suck a cock; everything she did brought him closer and closer to coming.

"Oh! Fuck!" Ian groaned as he watched her head bob up and down. He tipped his head to the side, not believing that his dick was actually in her mouth until he saw it. When her head moved back, he could see the skin of his cock glisten with her saliva. He felt like he should pinch himself; that he had to be dreaming. 

"Do you like the way I suck your dick?" she cooed, caressing the head of his cock in her hand.

"Ahh, yes," he groaned in reply. 

"Are you going to come in my mouth?" she asked.

Ian looked down; he could not believe his eyes. She was staring up at him, her lips were less than an inch from the head of his cock, and her hand was still stroking him. He watched as a few drops of cum bubbled out of his cock. She licked the pearly fluid up, holding it on her tongue for a few second before dramatically swallowing it.

Ian tensed up, trying to delay the inescapable conclusion of what Julie has started the moment she wrapped her lips around his dick, "I'm... gonna... come," he stuttered. He relaxed, surrendering himself to the inevitable. She wrapped her lips around his cock again. Much to his surprise he did not come right away, it was almost as if his erection did not believe what was happening. For a few brief moments, he floated in a cloud of euphoria while his dick tried to figure out what to do next. Later he would conclude he had stumbled into a tantric state, achieving orgasm without ejaculating. It did not last long. Suddenly he felt his cock jerk and then it erupted, pouring cum into Julie's mouth. The thought of her swallowing intensified his climax to the point his knees felt weak. He put one hand on the desk to steady himself.

"Oh, oh, oh...fuck," Ian moaned.

Making men come was something Julie enjoyed. She especially liked it when they tried to hold back as Ian had. The fact that she could defeat their efforts to hold back made her feel powerful. She continued to suck Ian's cock until she was certain he had surrendered his last drop of cum to her. She stood up.

"Are you man enough to kiss me, or would that make you gay?" she teased.

Ian leaned forward and awkwardly kissed her on the mouth. He wasn't surprised when she thrust her tongue between his lips and he eagerly reciprocated. He wasn't sure if he could taste his own cum or not, but he knew he liked kissing her.

Julie broke the kiss, "I'm impressed, and you get points for that. Now are you ready to make me come?"

Ian looked down at his fading erection; he clearly was not going to fuck her to orgasm. Before he could speak, Julie spun him around. She sat on the desk and spread her legs apart.

"You are going to learn how to go down on me," she said, putting on hand between her legs and spreading her labia part.

Ian had seen a pussy many times before, but the view was always accompanied by music, either the cheesy soundtrack of a porno, or the booming songs at an all-nude strip club. This was the first time he had been the exclusive audience. He looked at Julie's sex. The area around it was hairless, but there was a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair just above it. Her inner lips were barely visible until she spread her outer labia apart. He watched with baited breath as she slipped one finger into her vagina. The sound it made as it disappeared from view sent a shiver down his spine.

"You can use your fingers, but I'm not into fisting. Don't get carried away," she said.

It wasn't the first time she had masturbated in front of someone, but that did not make it any less arousing. Julie knew without a doubt she had his full attention as she extracted her finger from her vagina.

"This is my clitoris," she said, letting her finger hover over the pink nub. She paused to give him time to memorize the layout of her sex. The intensity of his stare made her pussy even hotter. She gently stroked herself and let out a soft moan.

"It's not just the part you see," she said, dragging her finger over her mound, "It goes up to here, you just have to press a little bit harder to get to it."

"Can I get close?" Ian asked, not sure what the etiquette was for an office hook up.

"I'm counting on it," she replied as her finger circled her clit; "I don't like a lot of direct stimulation. It's better if you just tease me. Be gentle, no biting."

"Okay," he replied, lowering his head.

She stopped him, "I want you to start here." Julie ran her finger up her body from her pussy to her throat, leaving a shimmering trail of arousal on her skin.

Ian adjusted his course and pressed his lips against her neck. Her skin was soft and he liked her perfume. He felt Julie grab his wrists and guide his hands to her breasts. The fact that he was touching her tits was almost overwhelming

The way his hands trembled when they touched her breasts made Julie smile. She doubted he would ever forget her, or this night. Her other lovers has been more graceful, but not many had been as excited. His enthusiasm was contagious. She longed to feel his cock between her legs, but not enough to rush him through what he was doing.

When his mouth reached her breasts, Ian paused. His cock was getting harder and it ached from holding back his first orgasm. He forced thoughts of anything but Julie's tits out of his head. He wanted to concentrate on what he was doing; he wanted to burn it into his memory. The skin on her breast seemed smoother and softer than that of her neck and shoulders. Without looking, he could tell when his mouth had reached her nipples. There was a subtle difference between her areola and the rest of her breast. The sensation of his tongue against her nipple was staggering. They were hard and rough. First, he swirled his tongue around her nipple, then pinched it between his teeth. He caressed her other breast with her hand and tugged on her nipple. An approving moan escaped her lips.

The subtle act of defiance excited her, she had told him no biting, but she was willing to allow his teeth on her breast. Julie resisted the temptation to push him down, to accelerate his journey to her sex. Instead, she relaxed and watched intently as he left a trail of kisses down her body. When he finally knelt between her legs, she spread them as far apart as she could and leaned back on her arms.

Going down on a woman was something Ian had thought about a lot. He had listened to his friends describe the experience countless times, watched it endlessly on porn video and dreamed of it on several occasions. The moment his tongue pressed against her labia, he knew it was going to exceed his wildest dreams. It felt like their bodies were melting together, one warm, wet piece of flesh pressing against another. He brought his hand up to his chin and probed her sex with his fingertips.

Julie moaned loudly as Ian painted her vulva with broad strokes of his tongue. She was a little frustrated with the slow speed of his efforts, but she wasn't ready to be an active participant yet. She watched his head slowly move from side to side as he lapped at her sex. She felt one finger penetrate her body, then two. He seemed to know that three fingers would be excessive. Involuntarily her hips began to grind against his face as he began to go faster and faster.

"Oh Ian, that feels so good," she cooed. She liked the way his name rolled off her tongue.

The first time her pussy squeezed his fingers it surprised him, but he liked it. His attention was vacillated between the warm, wet depths of her pussy and the soft, slick feel of her labia against his tongue. He was careful to heed her advice and avoided an all out assault on her clit; instead, he brushed it with his lips and playfully flicked his tongue against it.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, "Ian; you are a natural at eating pussy."

Something about hearing a woman's voice say the word pussy made his cock ache. It was much more arousing than hearing it from a guy. Her compliment encouraged him to continue. He wanted to make her come with his mouth, just as she had done to him.

Maybe it was beginners luck, or maybe he was a natural, but Julie could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. In a bout of impatience, she put her hand on the back of Ian's head, steering it over to just the right spot.

"Oh yes, right there. That's the spot, that's the spot that will make me come," she moaned. She let out a long moan as he took her advice to heart and focused on the spot just below her clit. While the fingers of one hand were buried to a delightful depth inside her, his other digits rested just below her pubic hair, pressing down, sandwiching her sensitive tissue between them. Even after he put his mouth exactly where she wanted it, Julie continued to rest her hand on the back of his head. She liked being in charge.

For a brief moment, Ian thought something had gone wrong. Julie began to buck her hips against his face and he could hear for gasping for breath. It was only when she spoke that he realized he should not panic.

"Oh, oh, Ian, oh, oh...you...making...me...come... don't...stop...don't....stop" she said before her voice trailed off into a low moan. She felt hotter and wetter. Ian pushed his fingers as far into her pussy as he could, but reduced the pressure he applied with his tongue, hoping the contrast would be to her liking. Gradually her breathing and movement slowed and she slowly let her legs slide off the desk.

"I hope you are hard again, because I am ready to get fucked," she growled. Julie stood and spun Ian around then pushed him against the desk.

"Sit, sit right on the edge," she commanded.

Without hesitation, Ian did as told. This was it; he was going to have sex. He was both nervous and excited. The desk was hard and the edge dug into the back of his leg.

"Is this how you thought you would lose your virginity?" she asked with smile.

"Uh, no," Ian replied.

"I think this is better than in the back of a car, don't you?" she asked, lifting one leg onto the desk and wrapping it around hm.

"Yea, yea, much better," he said excitedly.

"So you are not saving yourself for your wedding night," she teased as she put her arms around his neck and pulled her body into his lap.

"Not at all," he replied breathlessly.

"Try not to come right away, I want to enjoy this too," she whispered in his ear. She looked over his shoulder at the lights of the city sparkling below them, and then she reached down and put her hand on his cock.

"Tell me you want to fuck me," she said as she guided his erection between her legs.

"I, I, I want to fuck you," Ian stuttered.

Even though he had already come once he could already feel his next orgasm building. Julie was looking into his eyes as she slowly sank down onto his cock. When she had impaled herself on his cock, she pulled her body tight against his, smashing her tits against his chest.

"If this is too much I can slow down," she said.

"This is perfect," Ian replied. He could feel her all around him, but his climax was just simmering.

"Good," she said, then leaned back so that her breasts were just barely touching him. Julie looked into Ian's deep blue eyes as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her clit against him. He was right, this was perfect... a perfect start at least. She moved her upper body just enough to feel his chest hair brush against her nipples, maintaining eye contact the entire time. She did not look away from the calm pools of blue. She expected to see lust, and there was just a bit. Mostly she saw joy. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing, and she liked doing it. Julie tightened the muscles in her belly, feeling his throbbing erection. She switched from a slow rocking motion with her hips to more of a thrust, pulling herself up and then sliding back down until his cock was completely sheathed in her vagina.

"Fucking you feels so good," she whispered under her breath, afraid if she said it aloud, he would come too soon. Julie could feel his hands resting on her ass, his fingers pressing into her skin.

"Are you ready to try something a little more active?" she asked.

It was a difficult question to answer. It was hard to imagine anything better than a beautiful woman riding up and down on his cock, but if there was something else she desired he wanted to give it to her.

"I'm game," he replied.

Julie untangled herself from Ian, and then pulled on his arms until he was standing again. She stood with her back against his chest and leaned into him, wrapping herself in his arms. For a few moments she just stood, feeling his hard body against hers, then she slowly turned them so she facing the desk. She released his arms and leaned forward.

When he turned around Ian noticed the open blinds. He recalled seeing them when he walked in, but the course of events had caused him to forget about them until now. The lights of the city only distracted him briefly from a much more attractive sight. Julie was bent over the desk, her hands resting on the leather writing pad, her ass pitched upward. She looked back at him.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," she said.

Ian grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs. When he felt her labia wrap around the tip of this dick he put his hands on her tits. Almost immediately, he felt like he was going to come. A pang of guilt distracted him; he knew there was no way he could last long enough to bring her to climax.

Once he was inside her, she removed one of his hands from her breast and placed it between her legs. She felt his fingers press down on either side of her clit as he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy. She looked out at the lights of the city as his hips pressed against her ass. Being fucked in front of the whole city turned her on.

"Oh Julie, I'm about to come," Ian groaned. He did not want to, he wanted to pound his cock into her pussy until she had a screaming orgasm, but he knew that was impossible. The best he could hope for was a few more moments of bliss. Despite his best effort he could feel the cum leaking out of his cock.

"Not yet, just a little bit longer, just a little bit longer," she pleaded.

Ian tensed every muscle in his body, trying to delay the inevitable. He tried to think of something else, but the feeling of his cock buried deep inside her body was overwhelming. His balls felt like they were about to burst.

"I'm going to come," Ian moaned, knowing that he had lost the battle against his orgasm.

"Yes, yes, come inside me Ian, I want to feel you come inside me," Julie moaned, squeezing his throbbing erection as tightly as she could. Her wish was granted; she felt his cock jerk as it pumped thick streams of cum into her pussy.

"Don't stop, please don't stop. Fuck me harder, harder, harder," she whimpered.

Putting his hands on her hips Ian followed her command. He had already come, he had nothing to lose. He was going to fuck her until his dick was too soft to continue. His body slapped loudly against her and she grunted each time he buried his cock in her.




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"Yes, yes, yes, that's it. Fuck me till I come, don't stop, don't stop," she moaned. Julie wanted to come one more time and Ian ramming his cock into her was just what she needed to make it happen. Given enough time, she could will herself into an orgasm. Ian made it happen much faster. She was no longer consciously clenching his cock; rather the muscles in her belly were contracting on their own in a most delightful way.

Simple exhaustion made him stop, he simply felt too drained to continue. Ian stopped with his cock buried deep in Julie, then slowly, regretfully pulled it out. It was more rigid than he expected it to be, but very different from where it started.

Julie turned and faced her lover, "You're not a virgin any more, do you feel any different?"

"I think I do," Ian replied. Sex no longer seemed like such an impossible challenge.

"I suppose they are expecting you to return at some point, you may want to clean up a bit. You might lose geek points if you show up smelling like pussy," she said with a grin.

"It would be kind of awkward," Ian replied.

"This has to be our little secret, I don't need a line of virgins at my door every time my computer glitches," she said.

"Of course," he said, a bit disappointed that he could not brag to his friends. They probably would not believe him.

As they dressed Ian paused, "Why did you do that? I'm sure you have better waiting for you somewhere? Was that a sympathy fuck?"

"No, it wasn't." she said, not surprised by the question.

"Then why did you do it?" Ian asked.

"My first lover was an older man, and very experienced. He swept me off my feet. He was very talented, very understanding, and very kind. It was a wonderful night and I will never forget it. He didn't take my virginity; he made me want to give it to him. I never saw him again, but I think he knows I am repaying what he did for me. I know that sounds sappy, but it's true. Most of my friends were so drunk the first time they got laid, they barely remember it, or they say it was not worth remembering. I hope this is something you will want to remember. And if you ever have the chance, I hope that you will make someone else feel the way I made you feel."

"Wow," Ian mumbled.

"Would you rather I had said it was a sympathy fuck?" she asked.

"No, no, I like your answer much better. I doubt I will ever have the chance to do this for someone else, but I will remember it forever," Ian said.

"Well, just in case you need a reminder," Julie said hiking up her skirt and pulling her panties off, "why don't you keep these?" She stuffed her underwear in his pocket. "I better not see those on EBay."

Julie put her computer back on the desk, "Thanks for everything, I will remember you."

"I will never forget you," Ian said, then turned and walked out the door.

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Investments Pays Rich Dividends



I reached Hyderabad in the morning flight. I had made some investments into a software co. there and wanted to know the progress. As I walked into the lounge I was received by the company’s VP and was taken to their guesthouse. The guesthouse was really posh and had 5-star hotel facilities.

I took a quick wash, changed to my formals and came out the guesthouse. A car was waiting for me and within 20 minutes I was in their office. All the board members welcomed me and soon we all were seated in the boardroom. I was introduced to some of new team & board members and soon the Managing Director of the company give talk on the progress made and also on future plans. The Finance Director gave full details of the financials, which to me was not satisfactory. 

During the luncheon I informed the finance director that I had some doubts and wanted clarifications. So by around 4.00 PM the finance director and myself had discussions and I once again reviewed the found that the papers were not in order. I was really upset with this. The finance director then took some time and soon the managing director joined me also. They tried to clarify and informed me that they would be speaking to the auditors and would send all the details to be in the evening. I agreed and reached the guesthouse by 6.00 PM. 

I took a shower and walked to the bar. The bar was stocked with variety of Scotch, Rum, Vodka and beer. Being a Vodka lover I pulled out a bottle of Sky and made a drink for myself. I called the cook (the kitchen was a separate places to serve all the guesthouses) and asked him to make some short eats and very soon he served me with delicious Panner, Baby Corn and Chicken. I told him not to disturb me till I called him and waited for the financial paper’s arrival, as I need to really check and understand the expenditure of money. I did not want my money to be misused.

By around 7.30 I heard the bell and soon the security guard came in and told me that the auditor had arrived. I told the security guard to leave. I picked up my drink and went to the living room where the auditor was seated and waiting for me. 

I was surprised to see that the auditor was a lady. She welcomed me with a smile and put her hand out to shake mine. 

“Hello Sir, I am Natasha…I am here to discuss and clarify few of the entries in the Balance Sheet” she said. I nodded and we sat on the sofa. She started to pull out her laptop and arrange her papers…this gave me time to have a detailed look at Natasha.

She must have been around 5.4, slim and around 30 years in age. She was fair and had brown hair cut till her shoulders, she was in a Sari, which was cream in color and a sleeveless blouse, she had her makeup on. She looked neat, clean and really sexy…as the sari was a bit too transparent and I could see her bust line and her navel.

She was now ready and started to explain all the entries. As I was finding it very difficult to see them she invited me to sit next to her…and I was more then happy to do that. She started to explain. I was trying my best to concentrate but the aroma of her RIPE body was irresistible. She really smelled nice and above all her lovely bust line and the top part of her breasts were clearly visible…soon I felt my Manhood was Erect creating a major tent in my Shorts…which was clearly visible. I felt that she would mistake me and started to push my COCK…

She saw me struggling, “Sir, any problems??” she questioned…I did not know what to say…”Well nothing…go on” I said…she continued to explain…but every now and then through the corner of the eye she was eying me between my legs…I am sure that she knew that I was concentrating more on her and not on her financial presentation.

As she explained…I caught her on the wrong foot…there were some disturbances in a particular transaction and she had to really make a Herculean effort to explain and prove that she was right, but unfortunately I was not ready to agree with her…this argument went on for nearly 10 minutes…her face was turning read, her eyes were filled with tears…

“OK…Its Ok…please…” I said as tears rolled down her cheeks. I took the tissues and gave it to her… “Thanks…and I am sorry…indeed you are right…there is a mistake and it would be corrected” she said…during this process the sari she was wearing had slid and her lovely, firm, 

ripe melons were protruding out from her blouse….

“You are really beautiful….” I said and she gave me a amazed look, “…and sexy” I continued and I could see her blushing…she caught me gazing at her tits…she pulled her sari and adjusted herself…

“Well, I think I need to leave” she said packing her laptop and putting the papers back into the files. 

“ I thought you would like to have dinner with me” I said

“No thanks…I am really sorry…I need to go” she said

“Well…what is the hurry…no one would be waiting for you at home…I know you stay alone” I said

She gave me a stunned look. “How did you know about that” she asked “Well…before I meet a person I have a tendency of collecting information about them…bad habit…but it helps…” I said

She was still amazed and did not know what to say, “Well…can I make you a drink?” I asked and there was no answer…she was still staring at me…I made her drink and handed over the glass…she took the glass from me…I knew she would stay back now…

I sat opposite to her “Cheers” I said… “You are too much…who told you about me?” she asked and I smiled… “Well…that’s a secret…” I said and she laughed

We talked about various subjects…my COCK was still hard…and it was very much evident on my Shorts…which was a bit wet due to Pre-Cum…as we talked she was gazing at my crotch… “Looks like you are not very comfortable…” she said still her eyes on my Erect Manhood, “Yeah…you are looking so sexy and bitchy that I can’t control it any more” I said…she blushed and put her glass on the table and walked towards me

“Open you legs” she ordered and I did as she said….she slowly kneeled between my legs and fondled and rubbed my COCK…more Pre-Cum flowed soaking my Shorts…she unbuttoned my shorts and very carefully pulled it down….

My COCK was now free…Fully Erect…the tip was covered with pre-cum, “mmmmm….look at that…its so nice and hard” she said and wrapped her fingers around my COCK…and slowly she began to wack it. More pre-cum was flowing and she slowly started to use her tongue…she start to lick my COCK…

I just grunted as Natasha continued to rub and massage my COCK in her hand. Then Natasha leaned forward and licked the end of my COCK where a drop of pre-cum had formed. I groaned as I felt her tongue on the tip of his cock. Then Natasha opened her mouth and slid her mouth down on his cock, not stopping until it pushed against the back of her throat. Then she closed her mouth around his cock and gently sucked. I could feel her tongue sliding around my cock tasting it. Then Natasha slowly slid her mouth back off of my cock, stopping only when her lips smacked together as the head of his cock slid from her mouth. 

"It sure does taste yummy," she said, once more sucking his cock into her mouth. 

I just lay there watching her as she continued to suck his cock, sliding her mouth up and down on it as she sucked. The entire time Natasha was gently rolling his balls around in her hand. I quickly felt that I was approaching orgasm. Natasha too felt my COCK swell as my orgasm began and jets of CUM began to spurt into her mouth. Gripping my COCK even tighter and pumping it, Natasha sucked and swallowed all of the CUM that filled her mouth, sucking long after I had finished cumming in an attempt to get the last of the CUM from my cock…"I like that," Natasha said, smacking her lips.

Natasha now stood up and pulled her sari off and shrugged off her other clothes standing naked. Her big full tits with hardened nipples and her bright red pussy mesmerized me. My COCK had grown to its full size…

Climbing up on the sofa, Natasha said, “Let is 69…..Pleaseeeeeeee” and pulled my head between her legs and brought her pussy right over my mouth. Immediately I slide my tongue into her pussy. She sighed as she felt my tongue begin its explorations and fell forward to engulf my cock with her mouth. She could feel me Eat, Suck and Lick into her pussy as she began to suck my cock. We were both going crazy with delight as we sucked each other. I licked and sucked her, and Natasha had my cock sucked deep into her throat, milking it as she sucked. Soon Natasha started to cum first, bathing my face with her juices, and then very soon my cock was exploding in her mouth, filling it with cum. Natasha eagerly gulped down my cum, eagerly sucking for more as I continued to slurp the juices from her pussy. 

When I finished cumming, Natasha still continued to suck my cock, coaxing it to stay hard and erect. I was going crazy from this treatment and took it out on Natasha's pussy, grasping her clit between my teeth and teasing it with my tongue as I sucked on it. 

"God, this is great," Natasha gasped, raising her face from my cock for a moment. "I love your cock." 

I just lay there panting as Natasha rolled off and my cock standing straight up in the air. Before I even realized what was happening, Natasha had spun around and mounted on me grabbing my cock and easily guiding it to her pussy where she lowered herself onto me, my cock easily disappearing into her pussy. 

"Oh, God, Nats," I gasped as I felt her pussy enveloping my cock. 

"This is what I needed," Natasha said, riding up and down on my cock. 

I reached up and grasped her tits, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples as Natasha continued to ride up and down on my cock. After almost fifteen minutes, I groaned that I was about to cum. Quickly jumping off my cock, Nats eagerly swooped down on my cock, sucking it into her mouth, tasting her own juices smeared all over it as I began to dump yet another load of cum into her mouth. Nats sucked and sucked, swallowing all of my CUM and licking my cock clean before stopping…she had a wild and happy look on her face.

She took a shower and came back wrapped in a towel. I followed suit. When I washed and came out I saw her laying on the bed. She looked so sexy that my COCK stood up…Quietly tiptoeing I pushed the towel aside and pushed her legs apart, which exposed her pussy.

Carefully getting on the bed and trying not to wake her, I lowered my face to her pussy and stuck my nose and tongue into it, licking her and inhaling a big breath of her aroma. Almost immediately Natasha groaned and her pussy began to flow, juices running into my eager sucking mouth. 

She woke up, pulling her knees up and holding them, giving me even better access to her pussy as I sucked her. Then Nats reached down and grabbed me by the hair, gently pulling me upwards towards her, wrapping her legs around me. I immediately fell onto her tits, sucking first one, then the other into his mouth, sucking and chewing on her nipples. She sighed, squeezing me tightly, then reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock, which by now was fully hard and standing out. She slowly guided it to her pussy.

She felt her pussy stuffed with my COCK, her mouth hanging open, she reached up and pulled my head down to hers, kissing me fully on the mouth as we began to hump against one another. She felt the strangest thrill as my cock slid in and out of her pussy and she kissed me. She stuck her tongue into my mouth.

When I groaned, she knew that I was about to CUM, so breaking off her kiss, she dislodged me from her pussy and slid down the bed under him so that she could suck my cock into her mouth. As she sucked my cock into her mouth, even she began to cum, her pussy flowing. At the same time she urged me to begin to fuck her mouth and he began to slide his hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth, banging it against the back of her throat. Then I groaned again and his balls exploded, cum shooting from my cock into her mouth. I sat up and watched as my cock pulsated, gobs of cum shooting into Nat’s open mouth, filling it. 

When I finally finished cumming, Nat’s mouth was almost completely full of cum, closing her mouth, she gulped it, swallowing it and some CUM overflowed from her mouth then opened her mouth and sucked his cock back in, sucking it clean and dry. 

We crashed next to each other exhausted. By around 5.00 AM in the morning I woke up and saw that Nats was not there and the bed was empty…

As usually I got up still tired and my COCK aching…did my exercises by 8.00 AM I was ready. The office car again picked me up. I reached the office and had a discussion with the Finance Director and informed him that my doubts were clarified. He was very happy and called Nats and asked her to come to his office. 

Nats came in and looked really gorgeous in a suit. She behaved as though nothing has transpired between us. As we discussed I informed the company officials to postpone my air ticket by a day…and Nats gave me an odd look…and blushed…

In the evening as usual made my drink and was thinking about Nats…I really did not know whether she has understood my point of overstaying in Hyderabad…I waited but she did not run up…by around 9.30 PM there was a knock…

I slowly walked up to the door and opened it…I was stunned, surprised and pleased to see Natasha…She was in a figure hugging jeans and t-shirt…She stepped in and push the door…and put her arms around me and placed her soft lips over mine…we kissed and chewed each others mouth and lips for nearly 3-4 minutes….

I lifted her and carried her to the bed and placed her on it. She got up and pulled her t-shirt and undid bra. She pulled her jeans and threw it away…she was not wearing a panty and above all she has shaved her pussy… My COCK was now out of my Control….

Taking a deep breath, I dropped my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, my cock standing out in front of her already hard from the excitement of seeing Natasha naked in front of him and her shaved pussy I grasped my cock, squeezing it in my fist, and then began to slowly pump it.

Dropping to my knees, I leaned forward to fasten my mouth on Natasha’s pussy sliding my tongue in and out of her hole. Very soon she exploded shooting her SUM and wetting my face…she came up and kissed my lips and sucked her juices from my mouth…

Natasha reached out and grabbed my and engulfed it in to her mouth, sucking it deeply into her throat teasing the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue. I groaned and squirmed on my cock thrust pumping my cock in and out of her hot, sticky mouth. Very soon I shot loads of CUM as Natasha sucked my spurting cock, slurping the juices from it as she gulped my CUM down her throat.

We washed each other and had a drink. Soon Natasha with a soft laugh sank to her knees grabbed my COCK and began to lick & suck. Soon I groaned and she felt that I had begin to cum, she held my cock on the end of her tongue, letting me shoot my cum into her mouth.  When he had finished cumming, Natasha gulped my cum down, then sucked my cock back into her mouth, sucking the last of the cum from it before relinquishing it and standing up, licking her lips.

“ I want you to Fuck me” Natasha said as she slide her fingers between her thighs and fingered herself…see this my COCK began to grow and very soon…it was back in action. I slowly put my face between her legs and started to lick her lovely pussy… “Fuck me Please…really Hard and Deep…Pleaseeeee” she groaned…I asked her to stand up and turn around…she knew what was coming and turned around and leaned on the sofa and lifted her ass…exposing both her holes to me….I pulled my huge COCK and slowly inserted into her pussy from behind…she moaned as my massive COCK entered her pussy from behind…I slowly moved in & out of her wet pussy….her moans increased, “Faster, Faster…Fuck me Harder….oooooohhhhhhh…..” She moaned….I was ramming my COCK…she gave loud cry and her juices poured out of her pussy….within a few seconds I groaned and pulled my COCK out her wet pussy….Hot, Thick strings of my CUM flew all over her ass…even covering her ass-hole…I collapsed on the sofa…

Natasha took a shower and came into my arms…she kissed me…and her left hand was playing with COCK… “I has never got fucked like this before….I have got addicted to you…and your COCK…Can you please stuff your COCK in my ASS…This is something I wanted to try…please…” she begged….I was more then happy to do that…

Very soon Natasha was sucking my COCK…and cleaning all the CUM…using her saliva…my COCK was now hard and red…ready to ride her Ass…

As I parted her thighs and licked her pussy. Slowly, I slid my tongue around the edge of Natasha’s labia, enjoying the taste of her juices. She moaned softly and wriggled, but I held her hips firmly and continued my exploration. Deftly, I slithered my tongue across her pussy, briefly sliding it inside her like a miniature cock, before flicking it across her clitoris, still swollen after our earlier passion. She moaned louder, and arched her back, pushing her mound against my mouth as if offering herself to me. As I gently sucked on her clit, I slid a finger inside her, working it around as she writhed with pleasure. As I continued to suck and lick her clitoris, her breathing came faster and faster, until she cried out, and I felt a fresh flood of juice against my tongue. Before she finished coming, I slowly slid my lubricated finger up her ass. The effect was electric. She gasped, pulling my head closer to her bucking pussy, grinding herself against my mouth while I finger-fucked her ass.

I began to work it into Natasha’s asshole with my fingers. She moaned softly as I did so, and pushed her ass back onto my hands. "God, I feel so hot," she whispered. I knew how she felt. My cock had begun to ooze with pre-cum. 

Kneeling behind her, greased my COCK with some cream and then I took its hot weight in my hand, and pressed it gently against her asshole. She jumped, and for a second I thought she was going to back out. Then she relaxed, and I felt her puckered hole open slightly, grasping at my COCK. "Do it," she pleaded, looking back at me and licking the full lips I'd so often seen clamped tightly around my spurting cock.

Slowly, gently, I pressed the head of my penis into her asshole. She pressed back against me as I pushed, and the sensation was so delicious I thought I was going to burst. Then, suddenly, the COCK was inside her, being gripped by her tight Ass-Holer. She was breathing heavily, and the insides of her thighs were trembling. I looked down, and the sight of my cock partially inside her sexy ass made me harder still. I was beginning to get dizzy, and it felt as if every drop of blood in my body was rushing towards my cock and balls

I pushed slowly forward, burying more and more of my swollen dick inside her. I ran my hands across her back and rested them on her taut buttocks, watching amazed as she claimed more and more of me. The sensation was exquisite, like nothing I've ever felt before. She was soft inside, slick and hot, and incredibly tight. I could feel her internal muscles gripping me, almost pulling me in. I could feel my orgasm closing in, like a distant storm, and sweat was pouring down my back and thighs. Natasha was sweating too, and I could feel her asshole starting to try and squeeze me out.

"Does it hurt” I asked and she nodded, “ But so not stop” she said

I slid my hand under her belly and up her thigh. As I found her pussy I realized it was literally dripping. I slid another half-inch of cock into her and flicked my fingertip across her clitoris. Natasha moaned, and pushed back onto me. As I stroked her clit she started to rock backwards and forwards, her tight little butt flexing as I slid more and more cock into her asshole. She was trembling as I pressed my balls against her, and her breathing was ragged.