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Life of an Actuary Ch. 1

By: penguinlust



Diane walked home from the grocery store, with her usual bag of Friday evening groceries: celery, three apples, a box of low-fat triscuits and some microwaveable entrees. She had an addition purchase, a pound cake that had been in the day old bin. Diane was rather regular in her shopping and eating habits, but she thought for half off, she could afford a pound cake. And the calories wouldn't hurt, for a woman of her age, she was certainly in shape. She had a three day weekend, as she always did. She was a semi-retired actuary, living modestly but comfortable on her savings and on her part time job in the accounting department of a local university.

Diane was a fairly innocuous woman. She was five foot six, of medium build, and with a hair color that might have once been a strawberry blond, but now was light brunette with flecks of grey that she didn't try very hard to conceal. Her attire was businesslike, but neither severe nor expensive. Even in college, when she had been pretty, and secretly gathered men's admiration, she had not drawn attention to herself. Now, she was past the age of flirtation. She was not yet to the age where she would be a sweet old lady. The checker at the super-market would probably recognize her, and even be able to remember what she purchased. Her co-workers thought she was a good actuary, and a nice, if quiet woman. Occasionally, in slow gossip weeks, some might quietly wonder whether she was single, or divorced, or a lesbian. But the topic was forgotten almost as soon as it came up.

Diane opened the front door of her house, an action that was only noticed by her two cats, Becca and Zophos. One of the few things that Diane's acquaintances had noticed about her was that her house was much nicer than they would have guessed. Not that it was more luxurious than she could afford: accountants are smart enough to even avoid the appearance of impropriety. But given Diane's plain, worklike appearance, the artistry with which her house was decorated came as a surprise. The inside was covered with wood paneling that made the house look much older than its recent suburban construction would suggest. On the walls were many tapestries and mosaics displaying scenes that were strangely abstract and yet seemed to bring images to the viewer's mind. Not, of course, that any of this was that far out of the ordinary. Collecting objects of art was, after all, what many single professionals did with their otherwise unused income. Diane herself glanced at her home, enjoying the art she had slowly put into it over the years. Some weekends, she would spend more time on the art. This weekend, however, she had other plans. She smiled to herself as she fed the cats, and then slowly changed from her work outfit to a simple, yet elegant silk robe. 

Her backyard would have been even more of a surprise than her house. It was not much larger than an average lot in the neighborhood, yet something about the way it was landscaped made it seem like an entire world of its own. The trees and shrubs were layered in such a way that the paths between them seemed to lead off into the distance. The terraces that were cut into it seemed to turn the gentle slope of the back yard into a canyon leading off into another world. The little creek that ran through the neighborhood, little more than a drainage ditch, seemed to turn into a river whispering softly of wilder places. And, it might be the tropical plants (that local gardeners would be hard put to guess at the names of), but the backyard seemed warmer in some way, as if stepping out the back door had been a move from the temperate climate of mid-latitude America to some more tropical place. 

Diane smiled to herself. She had done well here. She drank in the smells of the plants in the night, and felt the wind slowly roll over her, moving the silk against her body. Her mind moved away from her normal life, and entered even further into realms that would be unexpected of her. She walked slowly down to the water, seeing her way in the moonlight. An observer, if they saw her, would think her medium complexion had lightened, but perhaps that could be a trick of the moonlight. Her hair showed hints of going the other way, becoming more raven as her skin lightened.

She had dug a pool in the creek. She sat down on a stone bench next to the pool, letting just her bare toes touch the water. The moment they touched, she shuddered, and an air came over her that would have finally made her unrecognizable to the outside world. She had a gleam in her eye as her mind wandered. Wandered over events...of dancing with a man on the edge of the Grand Canyon, of hours spent dreamily intertwined with a lover on Caribbean beaches, of furtive hands traveling under her fancy clothing in the back alleys of Shanghai, and of ruining a fancy dress by falling, rolling with a woman, into Gardiner's Creek in Melbourne, Australia. These were just some of the memories that crossed through her mind. There were many others. Anyone catching a glimpse into her mind would have to guess which were true, and which were merely wishes. Perhaps she didn't even know. A smile crossed her face, and her cheeks blushed red against the rapid whitening of her flesh. Her eyes became heavily lidded, and her iris became dark, almost turning as black as her pupils. She stood up, threw her robe off and plunged into the water, which was now much deeper than it should have been. She fell down into it, until she was floating what seemed to be fathoms deep. And the water, which should have been so cold, was now warm, and seemed to move against her as if it was animate. She felt it is a pressure against her body, against her breasts, against her stomach, pulling at her hair, moving up and down her calves and thighs, and of course pulsating between her legs. The intensity became much greater, until she had her first climax of the night, screaming deep inside the water. The water rushed into her lungs, but it did her no damage. She came up, weak and shivering, holding herself against the grass. 

Anyone who would have seen her would have been astonished, because her body was changed: her skin was now bright white, without pigment, looking and perhaps feeling like marble. She was also taller, almost too tall for a human woman. Her body had become slender though, and flexible. She was somewhat alien looking, but still with the features that would bring men, or women to lust. Her breasts were shapely and smooth, tipped with nipples the color and hardness of ebony. In between her legs, her bright red labia set off a contrast with the whiteness of her skin. As she lay panting on the ground, one of the exotic plants next to her stirred. What started as the swaying of a plant in the breeze became the purposeful movement of an animate object, as a tentacle lengthened and grew down towards her. It kissed her on her parted, panting lips, and moved down to test its folious fangs against the hardness of her nipples. 

The harshness with which it bit her brought her eyes open briefly, and the gentle sap it extruded back made her close them, to again breathe peacefully. It trailed down her body, eliciting a further spreading of her legs. Finally, the tendril found what it was looking for, her blood red center, and moved in, its firm botanical pressure forcing apart her marble like hardness. Once it entered her, it grew as a plant does, sending out thousands of tiny tap roots , growing out from her vagina to lovingly caress her capillaries and nerves. In her dreams, she felt and thought of a union, and of an ecstasy, that many would think impossible. The waves of pleasure came from all over her body, as she imagined herself a rock being broken apart, a cloud being drinken, and sunlight being captured by this plant, over the long years that plants count their pleasure. But in only a few minutes, the plant stiffened and burst in her, leaving a thick trail of sap inside of her, and flowing down in honey drops over her perfect white thighs.

Diane, if that is still who she was, woke to feel the starlight caressing her face. She could feel the sweet sap between her legs. She knew what she could do, in her long, strong body...she slowly bent over, serpentlike, kissing her own breasts, her own belly, and finally ending between her legs, her ruby red lips caressing her blood infused labia, and savoring the taste of the honey sweet sap. She staggered to her feet, and fell once more into her hot pool, the hard, hot water rushing over her body, making her ever stronger, ever harder, and yet still making her feel soft and feminine, like a sprig of willow adrift on a rushing current. It was a long, lovely night in the warm, warm water.

Diane woke the next day, in her bed in the house. She looked up to see her old analog clock, saying it was just past 10 PM. She had overslept! She had important studying to do. She would make herself a nice breakfast of celery with peanut butter, and triscuits and cream cheese, and then sit down to review some of the recent advancements in Actuarial science. She had to get her work done, after all, she had plans for the night, she thought, as she looked over at the baby spider plant next to her clock.

Life of an Actuary Ch. 2



Diane was having a normal, boring day at work. That is how she liked her days at work to be, and that was how they usually were. She was in the middle of some very complicated, technical paperwork about the depreciation of a boiler in the campus' physical plant, which is what an actuary could be expected to be doing at 1 PM on a rainy, boring day. There were few things in her office (the campus was still old fashioned enough that the staff had small offices, rather than cubicles) that would even begin to suggest that her entire life was not an endless supply of paper work. One was that the omnipresent Successories posters that seemed to sneak into most institutional offices were replaced by more tasteful prints of somewhat obscure artists. Another was that Diane was drinking tea from home out of a thermos. Even if there had been good coffee in the office, she would have preferred tea, and she couldn't understand why all her fellow office workers swilled instant coffee like it was the nectar of the Gods.

Not that they would know what the Nectar of the Gods was. It wasn't something you swilled. It was something you tasted very, very delicately.

She sighed and flipped over some more papers. After a few minutes, she noticed something, a light breeze around her office. She looked up from her desk, and tried to see the source of the breeze. She couldn't feel where it was coming from, and it soon died down. She returned, with half a mind, to her work. But in another few minutes, she felt something else. She felt hot and stuffy. She looked up again, wondering if the building's ventilation system was not working. She hoped not, because that would produce perhaps months of discomfort and of course, months of paperwork for the accounting department after it was fixed. But she couldn't feel any hot air coming from the vents. But the feeling grew, and she also felt as if the comfortable chair she was in was getting narrower and tighter. Her plain grey skirt felt itchy against her pantyhose. And, after a minute she felt a rush between her legs that made her think she was menstruating. But that was barely a possibility, since it had been ages since she had stopped that. But she felt like she should go to the restroom and see what was going on, anyway. She left her office, walking a little faster than normal. If her co-workers had seen her, they might have noticed that her usual measured, slow pace was replaced by a steady clip. But even her fast walking wouldn't have attracted much attention. 

As soon as she slipped into the bathroom, and found a stall, she flipped up her skirt and sent a hand down between her legs. She felt herself, sodden, and when she raised her fingers to her face, she could smell her arousal. Putting her hand down between her legs, she could feel that not only was she wet, but she was swollen, and excited enough that even the investigative probing of her fingers sent shocks up her body. It was odd of her to feel this way at work, usually she let her lustful side come out on her weekends, when she unbottled her desire and body in a way that most people couldn't imagine, or even believe. She had not even been thinking of anything sexual, yet her body had responded, as if on its own. Already, she could feel a gentle urging for more, and she felt her swollen parts ask for the relief that she could bring so quickly with her hand on her little bud. She had never done this at work before, but now she felt as if she would.

But Diane was not an ordinary woman, and her lusts, however strong, were not ordinary lusts. She looked up at the ceiling, and inhaled, long and slow, calming herself down, drawing herself back into her self. She felt the lust, and the moisture, recede. Now her only problem was her very wet pair of panties, that might carry the subtle smell of her arousal around the office. She slipped them off, and saw that they were well and truly soaked, which provided a nice contrast to their plain, unsexy cut. She looked at them for a half a minute before realizing that they were having an effect on her, and that she was starting to well up between her legs again. She had to resist the urge to hold them up to her face, to let the smell and even the taste of them float and waft around her. She quickly folded them up in a cloth and put them in her purse, and then went to wash her hands. After she washed her hand, she caught her own eye in the mirror and laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

She walked back to her cubicle, at a measured pace. When she was halfway there, she heard a voice. 

"Excuse me Ma'am, I think you dropped these..." she spun around to see a young man holding her cloth, with her soaked panties still in them. Luckily, there was no one too close. But her heart still sped up and a blush spread across her face. 

"Yes, I think I..." she recognized the young man, a recent hire of the department. Although just out of high school, he had been hired because of his expertise in computer networking. He had not exchanged anything beyond hello's with him for the past four months. She thought of him as quiet, modest and probably boring. But then, that was how everyone thought of her.

"Yes, they are..."

"Peter"

He started to unfold the cloth, starting to show her panties, and releasing the still ripe aroma. She had many things to wonder about, including how he had gotten the cloth out of her zipped purse.

"You shouldn't do that." she said

They continued walking, slowly, both of their eyes flickering. Suddenly, she started laughing. She was not the type of person to laugh loudly in public, but as the scope of the situation, how improbable it was, struck her, she giggled, and before long, she was laughing, almost bent over. Giving up on trying to figure out the situation, and feeling the hysteria of laughter rise with every moment, she went straight for her office, and he followed.

"So...tell me how you did it. Those were in my purse. How did you pull them out?" she asked, recovering her composure, and trying to fix him with a steely gaze. 

"Oh, that was magic."

She looked at him closer. She did feel traces and flecks of some art about him, but he didn't look to be a magician.

"I mean, it was stage magic. Like this." He held out a coin, and flipped it in the air. It hovered three inches above his palm.

"So, you don't know anything else..."

"Oh, I also know what you would call 'real magic'. Although I am not too good at it. I take it my attempts at stimulating you earlier were somewhat clumsy. "

"So that was you..." she looked at him and blinked. "Why did you choose me?"

"I know your secret. Or part of it. I don't know the specifics of who or what you are. I got the feeling that you would be receptive to forces. Although, I really did think you were sexy, when I first saw you and thought you were just an office lady...even though you were like twice my age."

She stepped forward suddenly, holding his face between her hands and giving him a kiss on his open, gaping young mouth. She broke the kiss and whispered in his ear, "I might be more than twice your age...but I can't reveal all my secrets."

The cockiness of his earlier act seemed to have disappeared, instead replaced with a blank look. So he knew how to use magic to excite women from rooms over, but had never felt a real woman against him...she felt a thrill at turning the tables on him, as well as a thrill at feeling his body pressed against her business clothing. She also forgot the last time she had sex with her body in this state. It felt less sharp with her soft pink flesh pressed against this young man. Her body seemed to be moving slowly, and not totally as she ordered it. She did manage to lift up her skirt, though, exposing her second pair of panties, which were ruined by now too. She fumbled with his zipper, her hands feeling clumsy and slow. He wasn't being much help either, although his heavy breathing and trembling body were a testament to her prowess. She managed to get his cock free, and after a few minutes feeling it, she managed to position herself to slide over it. She kissed him with abandon, biting his young lips. He squealed, and she almost felt guilty about taking him so suddenly, until she remembered his teasing of earlier. She wanted to savor the moment, enjoy the feeling of this body being used, out in the open world, in a way it hadn't for so long. But she had forgotten an obvious fact: young men who were so worked up don't last long when they have tight flesh around them and a moaning woman pressing against them. Within a minute, she felt his tremors, and the release of fluid deep inside of her. She felt disappointed for a moment, until she thought of the possibilities for the future.

As she slowly disentangled herself from him, letting her skirt fall back down, he slowly slid to the ground, ending up on his knees. 

"That was very nice," she said, regaining her composure for the fourth time that day "but I do think you owe me a thing or two."

He panted, and answered: "I am already planning my repayment..."