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 M&M's by Geek Writer ******************************* Copyright 2004 by
ME!!!DON'T COPY PLEASE!!!  ******************************* My Muse - I
started calling her M&M because not only did the initals work for me, but
she was sweet as candy on the outside and chocolate on the inside.

   Interesting way to describe someone, but Martika Morris was just that -
100% interesting.  And yeah, she was chocolate on the inside, dark
chocolate.  Long braided dreads framed an angelic, dark face with fawn
brown eyes I melted in everytime I asked for some staples or paper.  I was
pretty sure that she knew of my totally obvious crush, but I didn't like
admitting things like that, it left a geek like me with no hope.  She had
come to work for my company two years ago, and had become the central part
of my fantasy life seconds after my first gaze.  She was around 28, about
5'6", taught stomach, juicy ass and tits; someone to make your mouth water
thinking about her with her clothes on, even moreso when you thought about
her naked...

   Her desk was right around the corner from mine, just outside the
president's office.  She had risen quickly on her hard work and
determination while still remaining nice and approachable.  Well spoken,
and hotter than Halle Berry, she inhabited my dreams, fantasies, and every
waking moment.

   Picture your american average white geek boy, and you just about have
me. Put me in a mismatched bow tie and shirt and that about fits the bill.
I run the help desk at our company and do a fair bit of crawling around
under desks fixing things.  It wasn't until I had to upgrade some stuff on
the print server that sits under her desk that my fantasies were revealed.

   "Hi Chris, what do you need?" she drawled in her sexy voice as I walked
up to her desk.  "Morning Ma'am." I said, trying not to let my voice shake.
"Now Chris Baby"

   Did I mention I get hard when she calls me ChrisBaby?

   "I told you to stop callin me Ma'am, it makes me feel old!" With lips as
full and perfect as hers, a pout on her face was a work of art.  I smiled
as I always do, and said nothing.  "When are you going to call me Tiki, huh
Baby?"

   Then she did it.

   She leaned on her elbows and put her chin in her hands.  My _favorite_
position because it takes her already beautiful, full cleavage and makes it
downright heavenly.  I often wonder if she knows how sexual and alluring
she is all the time.  The position usually leads me to whacking off in the
bathroom for long periods of time.  As the member in my pants began to
really swell, I moved around the desk and mumbled that I needed to check
out the print server under her desk.

   She chuckled and just moved to the left side of the long desk, allowing
me to crawl mostly under it to check the cables on the server.  I also
managed a nice LONG look at her shapely legs.  She had her legs crossed in
such a way that when I angled my body, I could see the end of her
stockings.

   She had on garters.  Black silky lace ones.  Thank goodness for the
intake fans and the coolant fans under here or I might have passed out.  I
waited as long as I could, my member growing increasingly contricted in my
pants before I slid out and stood up.  I was semi erect at this point the
tent in my pants beginning to grow, so I turned away from her as I quickly
moved back around to the front of the desk and around the corner to my
desk.

   The great thing about my desk is that there's a window right in front of
it.  The view is of the side of the building next to it.  Now most people
would be disappointed because the view sucked, but that brick wall made the
window dark enough to give the perfect view of the President's office door,
and the beautiful woman sitting outside it.

   Tiki hadn't picked up on the fact that I could see her adjusting her
full tits in her bra from time to time, or just stare at her for minutes at
a time.  I sat down at my desk and angled my chair so it looked like I was
doing something and turned my eyes to the window.

   For the first time, she was staring right at me.  I blinked and looked
away, thinking I was mistaken.  "Was it a random stare or does she know I
am looking at her?" I thought to myself.  I waited a minute or two and
looked again.  Nope, no mistaking it.  She was totally busting me staring
at her.  I looked down again, turning my chair away.

   Few minutes later, my instant messenger went off.  BabyTiki:Chris?

   "ShitShitShit!" I whispered vehemently.
BabyTiki:I can see you Baby, answer...
GeekWriter: Hi
BabyTiki:What's wrong baby?  I can hear you saying shit from here ;)
GeekWriter: Sorry
BabyTiki: A man of few words.  I like that...
GeekWriter: Did you need something?
BabyTiki: Did you get a good look?
"oh fuck" I whispered, my heart jumping into my throat, my stomach

falling into my pants.
BabyTiki: LOL!!  You should see your expression.
"Miss Morris?" I heard from the hallway.  I could see Tiki frantically
clicking her mouse and turning quickly as Mr Jenkinton called from his
office.  I saw her get up and go into his office and close the door.  It

was close to 5, so I just shut down my machine and went home.

   I was nervous all the next morning, waiting for Tiki to report me or at
least tell me off.  My heart leaped again when I saw her come in, dressed
in a long loose white skirt and closefitting, red top.  The top was silk
and it hugged her curves beautifully.  Her large jutting breasts called to
me, asking me to do what I will to them.  As visions of her naked danced
through my head, the IM Chime went off on my desktop again.
BabyTiki: Chris?
GeekWriter: hi
BabyTiki: So...you gonna come check out the stuff under my desk again?
GeekWriter: Yeah, I need to replace some cabling and run some tests on
it.  I thought I would do it during your lunch hour so I wouldn't disturb
you.  Is 12:00 okay?
BabyTiki: Mr.  J is out of the office today and Danielle is handling the
phones.  Come over and check it out now, okay?
GeekWriter: K.
So I grabbed my kit and the cables I would need and went over to her
desk.  I was dressed in jeans and a shortsleeved tshirt because if I knew I
would be crawling around a lot, the bosses said it was cool for me.  I
smiled and went around behind her desk, trying to take a picture in my mind
of her perfect breasts.  As I knelt down to go under the desk, she turned

suddenly, brushing my arm with her firm tit.

   "Sorry!" I said, beating a hasty retreat under the desk.  She mumbled
something my fantasy driven brain translated as "I'm not", but I was sure I
was hearing things.  I crawled under and switched on the flashlight and
positioned myself to do my work without breaking my back or my neck.

   My elbow almost burned with the memory of her boob brushing into it.  I
rattled around a little, trying to make myself sound busy, trying for a
better look, but her dress was too long.  She shifted her chair so she was
sitting at the desk doing her work, her knees pointing directly at me.  I
stared at her legs, thinking I had gone crazy, but yes!  They were moving
slowly apart.  I saw one of her hands reach down to her knees and begin to
bunch up the material, exposing her ankles, and then her calves.

   "How can you see under there Chris?  Do you have a flashlight?" "Yeah, I
do." "Oh...good" she said, sliding the material all the way back.  Her legs
were parted, the material was gone, and I was staring at her stocking clad
legs.  The position she was in was enough for me to almost see all the way
in.  I pretended to drop my flashlight and as I picked it up and moved it
back to see what I was doing, I drew the beam across her legs.

   For a split second I was face to bush with a hairy black pussy.  She
must have understood what I was doing because she said, "Find what you were
looking for ChrisBaby?" in a quieter, directed tone.  I looked up and
realized she was looking at me.  I froze for a second until she smiled and
spread her legs further, nodding her head.

   She licked her lips and pointedly looked in the direction of her snatch.
I looked around her leg and realized she had a finger running along her
outer lips.  I watched as she slowly slid a finger into herself and stirred
it around.  The musk emanating from her was intoxicating.  My jeans
swelled, trapping my dick in an achingly bent position.  I moved to adjust
myself when she whispered, "Pull your legs under the desk and take it
out..."

   My eyes went wide as the consequences of getting caught flashed through
in an instant.  Everything was totally overshadowed by the fact that I was
crawling completely under the desk and my hands were undoing my fly,
fishing out my dick.  Her pussy was calling me to this once in a lifetime
opportunity.

   "That fan underthere that cools that thing off has some really good
applications." she said non-commitally.  I realized that this wasn't the
first time she had played with herself out in public.  I looked at the fans
and realized they would take any smell right out into the ventilation
system.  It was the only way to keep the big machine cool.

   "How big is the problem under there Chris?" she continued.

   In answer, I pulled my ten inch dong out and began stroking it like no
tomorrow.  Her hand movements changed from sliding in and out to frigging
her clit from side to side.  Her free hand was gripping the desk while her
eyes were riveted on my stroking hand.  "Ooooh ChrisBaby.  Where have you
been hiding that thing all my life?" she teased.

   Suddenly she stopped and practically threw her dress over her legs.  I
quickly rolled over onto my stomach and pretended to be busy, knocking into
the side of the desk, dropping a tool, while I tried to cram my dick back
in my pants.  She talked to someone from Marketing for several minutes
before they thankfully left.

   "Damn, I was so fucking close..." she said, rolling up her shirt. 
"Tiki, I think I am going to have a heart attack, I can't handle this." I
whispered from under the desk.  She pushed her chair back and leaned down
close to me.  Using her finger in a come-here motion, I moved partially out
from under the desk.  She whispered, "If you can make yourself cum under
the desk and give me a taste of it, I'll take you home and make it worth
the risk." My jaw dropped and she straightened back up to pretend she was
doing work.

   Once I had gotten my still hard cock out of my pants, I began stroking
lightly as she grabbed my free hand and it on the inside of her soft thigh.
I quickly moved up to her soaking wet snatch and timed my finger thrusts
with the strokes of my other hand.  Gripping the desk with both hands, she
tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy.  Her eyes were locked on my
swollen member.  It took no time at all to stroke her and myself to
ecstacy, cum firing from my cock to the underside of the desk.

   She quickly reached down and captured a shot in her hand, bringing it to
her mouth.  She licked her fingers and moved away from my hand, pushing her
dress down.  Seconds later another voice intruded.  It was a good thing it
was a big desk, because my dick was hanging out of my pants.  Luckly I knew
that the only thing anyone could possibly see was my sneakers.  I got my
cock back in my pants and used some paper to clean up most of the mess
under the desk, throwing the paper in the garbage when I was done.

   She was all business with whoever she was talking to for a few more
minutes until they went away too.  She waited several seconds before
saying, "Chris, it's noon.  Can I buy you lunch?" "Um, sure thing." "Good,
let me make you my homemade specialty.  Meet me in the parking garage in 5
minutes." She got up quickly and was gone.  I waited a few minutes,
actually connecting the cabling I needed, and got out from under the desk.

   Peggy, a cute girl from marketing was walking across the lobby.  She
smiled at me and said, "Jeez Chris, were you under the whole time I was
talking to Tiki?" I just smiled and said, "Checking the server".  She
winked and kept walking.

  
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