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Computer Lesson 3/5
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
THE COMPUTER LESSON
by QUEEN
Part 3 of 5
Throughout the next week she picked up a couple of more clients, both
women, thank goodness. She was glad she put the ad in the paper, it was
working. She was finally bringing in some money again. Her self esteem
was improving more and more.
Tuesday finally arrived... it seemed to have taken forever. It felt
like a month since she had gazed upon the young stallion she had erotic
dreams about.
This time, she dressed in a very low cut thin white peasant type blouse.
You know the kind, with elastic around the top that would stretch into
next week. She had bought a very loose pair of pastel swirled sweat
pants. She put her makeup on light, yet accentuated her eyes to make
them look more seductive. Again, she applied her perfume in acute
places. She had always worn her hair pulled up and pinned. But, not
tonight, she had left it down, cascading onto her shoulders and down her
back. As she scrutinized the person in the mirror, for the first time
in a long while, she was delighted. She had done good!
Mike was a basket case. He hadn't been able to concentrate all week
waiting for his precious Tuesday night. As soon as he got home from
work, he ran over how he would get her into his bed. No matter what
idea he came up with, he found it to be too crude to use. Tonight his
parents would be later than usual. Their Bridge game was 50 miles away.
He wanted to seduce her tonight. It was a warm night, so he decided to
just wear exercise shorts. They were loose and he wore no briefs under
them so as to feel the breeze caress his balls. He had seen the way she
gazed at his chest. He was proud of the way his daily workout made his
muscles bulge, so he decided against wearing a shirt. After all, it was
his house, he could dress anyway he wished.
He was watching out the window, impatiently awaiting her arrival. She
pulled up in front of his house. He about flipped at the sight of her
as she got out of the car and strolled up the sidewalk. She tossed her
head as the soft breeze caught her hair and ruffled it over her face.
He forgot all about the fact that she was 45, overweight, married and
had kids. He was to have her tonight, somehow, someway.
Again, Lacy never had a chance to ring the bell, as the door flew open
the second her feet hit the porch. "HI", she laughed, and headed
directly to the basement. Seeing him without a shirt, she was going
wild with lust and she was convinced that if she looked at him for over
a few seconds she would attack him without a second thought.
She sat down at the computer, turned it on and pulled the lesson for the
night out of her briefcase. It warmed her to feel him gazing at her.
She sensed that she had dressed perfectly. She started explaining a
more difficult part of the program when, again, he placed his hands on
her shoulders and leaned into the monitor, brushing his cheek against
hers as he did. She lost her train of thought immediately. Trying not
to let him know that her mind had left her, she asked him in a very soft
voice, "Did you understand that?"
Not paying a bit of attention to what she was doing on the computer, he
was in shock at her question. "Um, ah, no... maybe you'd better go
through it again." His heart was racing and he was desperately trying
to control his breathing. He had been feasting on the view he was
getting down the front of her low cut loose-necked blouse as he hung
over her shoulder. He could see the deep cleavage between her beautiful
breasts. They looked so soft and mouth-watering. He had to make a move
soon before he exploded. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure
out how to do it gracefully.
She said she would start over from the beginning. She had to since she
couldn't remember where she had left off anyway. With the touch of his
hands, his breath on her cheek, she didn't know if she could keep this
up for another 50 min. She didn't think about her being 45 and him
being 19 anymore. All she could think about was there was this exciting
hunk of a man, half dressed, with his hands on her shoulder gawking down
her blouse, and she wanted him. But, did he want her as much as she
hungered for him?
"Maybe it would be better if you sat down at the computer, and I help
you through the program", she said without looking up at him.
"If that's what you think would be better," he said as he gently pulled
her long hair away from the back of her neck and kissed it.
Lacy almost passed out from the electrical surge that shot through her
body. She swiveled the chair around and cautiously raised out of seat.
There they stood, he a good 10 inches taller than she, peering into each
other's eyes. Slowly putting his arm around her waist, he pulled her to
him and kissed her passionately, moving the other hand to the back of
her head stroking and running his fingers through her long hair.
She melted, she kissed back as she dropped the papers she was holding to
put her arms around his neck. The kiss was passionate and wild as they
explored each other's mouths with their tongues. Their bodies pressed
together, essential parts touching and pressing against the other.
With one arm securely around her waist, he began to explore her body
with his other hand. He moved it from her hair, running his finger down
her spine, sending waves of passion throughout her already excited body.
She arched her back and let out a soft moan. With his lips fused to
hers, he squeezed and massaged her soft asscheeks. With her arms still
clamped around his neck, she caressed his neck and toyed with his silky
straight hair. Her nipples were becoming so hard, as her mind whirled
out of control by the kneading of her back and neck with his strong
hand.
Loosening his grip slightly, he whisked her off her feet into his
muscular arms. As he carried her over to the bed he inquired in a very
soft tone, "Unless you object?"
Gathering her scrambled thoughts together, she managed a soft moan and
the words, "No, not at all, I'm all yours".
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