The Server
by
Sven the Elder 
İFeb 2001

I love the office at the weekend.  Not too often mind, but just now and then; you can get so much done when you haven't got the phone ringing all the time -

Oh! - Sorry, should have mentioned it, I'm in support! Yes, no! Not 'thank you for your support and I shall wear it always...', silly - computer support.   Yes - that's right the guy who responds when you call us up and say 'I wasn't doing anything and all that's left of 'my' Pc is a smoking pile of Bill Gates' best software. Strange isn't it - all these damn machines go spontaneously wrong - still, mustn't grumble, if it wasn't for the computer equivalent of virgin birth we would all be out of a job.

Hey! but that's not what I was going to tell you about.  You see we have the reputation of being geeks or nerds, or whatever with the sexual charisma of a passing warthog - well just remember - Fred warthog might just be loved by Michelle warthog - so there.

So I was in the office, server down, changing some of its innards - doesn't matter which bits really - MP3 player on, Pink Floyd's The Division Bell hammering out in my earpieces, so I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than what I was bent over.  Didn't think there was anyone else in the building in fact, I mean the main server was out so no one  was working.

Then the hand touched my shoulder. I remember just about wetting myself as I half spun round jumping up in shock.  Must have hit my head of the server cabinet rack at that point 'cos it all went black....

Came round, laid out on the server room floor - with a headache and Jenny washing my face gently with cold water.  It only took about half a second for me to not worry too much about my headache.  Jenny had one of her blouses on. Damn near see through.  With one of her 'cowpoke bras on underneath that - what's that - 'cowpoke?" Oh sorry.  You know the type - rounds 'em up and heads 'em out... anyway - guaranteed to make a dead man rise, and I didn't think I was that, not unless I really had died and gone to nerd heaven, but then how was Jenny there as well..  Damn! I digress.

Anyway there's dear Jenny's chest, breathing distance from me, mesmerising me, tantalising me, curing me of all ills - quite taking my mind of any problems I might have, other than the fact that Jenny is kneeling astride me in her haste to succour and help this poor injured nerd.

She could see I was coming round, so I groaned a little - for effect you understand - it worked - 'Poor Sven' she says 'I'm so sorry - I didn't mean to startle you like that.'

Vaguely in the background I realise that with a quite extraordinary sense of occasion Pink Floyd are playing in my left earpiece, the only one still attached, the track 'coming back to life'.

This, I guess, is where I realised I really must have scared the hell out of Jenny, because the next thing she does takes my breath away - literally. She hugs me to her rather nicely proportioned bosom and bursts into floods of tears.

Now I am still groggy but not stupid, this is definitely a 'good' thing and seeing as she is also one of our first-aiders I surmise probably part of this first aid 'stuff'.  Whatever! It's surely helping me; Mr Happy affirms this general line of thinking by stirring and announcing to all and sundry that not only is he well, unharmed and otherwise OK, but working as well; even if he is being squashed by the nicely rounded ass of the applier of first aid.

Jenny has now progressed to 'kissing away' my general hurt and pain.  Hell I must sign up for this first aid stuff - it's damn good, bloody effective - I've almost forgotten the stabbing headache where a certain piece of server racking has attacked my person.

I join in, just a little you understand, but with a nipple handily placed right beside my mouth its been made easy for me - must be more of this 'first aid' planning.  One handed - well we do have to work in the most awkward places inside servers, I undo her blouse and unsnap the front clasp of her bra.  I, in medical parlance, 'latch on' - Jeez she tastes beautiful, her left tit is full and rounded, with a nipple the size of my little finger tip, it's gorgeous.  There's another groan, this one is from Jenny.

'Oh Sven, don't. Stop. Don't Oh! Don't stop.'  I think she's getting into this first aid lark as well now, she's moving her butt against the straining shape of Mr Happy, now becoming a rather unhappy, tightly constrained beast.

I kissed my way up her neck and then full on her mouth.  We engage in a passing bout of tonsil tennis, my hands holding the beautiful, full globes of her ass - all pretence now gone. Forget love - this is lust.

Jenny rocks back a little her pendulous bosom, pointy nipples, enticingly dangly, just within licking reach - so I do, getting another groan as she undoes my belt and lowers my jeans to half mast.  Mr Happy gives a sigh of relief and springs free, glistening with precum produced so fast in the heat of this moment. Jenny, leaning over me in a sort of one handed press-up reaches under her skirt with the other, pulls her knickers to one side and somehow introduces Mr Happy all in one move.  Shit! And I thought my one handed move with the blouse and bra was good - I make a fleeting mental note to see if she wants to join computer support - before a very wet, very ready Jenny slides right down home and takes me deep inside her all in one fluid, breathtaking motion.

She flexed back, almost losing me, leaned forward, clashing tooth enamel and then rode me home in the most intense fuck I've had in years.  Still kissing me she started growling as her orgasm grew. Then she almost howled as it burst upon her, her muscles milking me as I came a little later than her, but still closer together than I can usually manage.

We lay there, gasping for breath, totally sated, juices trickling down on my thighs as I softened and slipped out. As that happened she rolled gently off and lay beside me in the crook of my arm.

I think I said 'Jenny, you don't have to bang my head off the server - just ask - I'm very happy to make love to you any time.'

She giggled at that.  'I only came in to ask you how long the server was going to be off.'

At least I think that's what she was going to say - I was too busy kissing her to really notice.

I mean, a girl like Jenny in my server room, half naked - Jeez it might never happen again....

Fin

İSven the Elder - Feb 2001