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The office was quiet, that late in the evening.  As the other people
working late left one by one, the lights turn off around the build
marking their departure.  The unnoticed little noises become louder,
fingers typing on keyboards, the clicks and hum of the various systems
around the building.  Even the phone calls taper off, as the rest of the
world, smarter than we, has already left their offices, and thankfully
no longer have any reason to pester us.  Slowly, the light outside
begins to fade, the sun set no long ago, and the darker shades of
evening pushing the lingering reds out of the western sky.  Still trying
to finish up these last runs, I crouch down lower over the keyboard,
pushing the computer around to spit up its secret information, trying to
get the darn report in form to print out.  Repeatedly the computer is
fighting me every step of the way, and the friggin' specimens keep
clouding up, but I just have to get this report out, since the customer
is already screaming.  And then, as I adjust the monitor, squinting
against its glare to try to read the fine print of the last run, I feel
a light touch on the back of my neck, and jump back, involuntarily,
yelling in surprise.

"Geez!  Don't scare me like that!"

"I didn't do it intentionally.  You're way too absorbed in that
computer," you reply, not at all pertrubed by my reaction.

"Well," I grunt, turning the monitor off and pushing back from the
computer, "I was just trying to get this last fockin' report done.  Oh,
well, screw 'em.  I'll get it out first thing tomorrow morning."

"Good.  Cause, as usual, I'm hungry.  Let's blow this pop stand," you
declare, playfully.  "'Course, I still can't eat any real food."

"Hmmm.  There's other things we could do besides eat.  Besides eating
food, I mean"

"Like what?  There's not anything you're good at," you say, your smile
taking all the acid out of the remark.  "Is there?"

"I don't know," I reply, getting up out of the chair and taking the two
steps necessary to stand before you.  I wrap my hands in the material of
the front of your dress, and pull you against me.  "It sure doesn't
involve any calories."

Even as you lean your body against mine, you are not going to admit
defeat by any means.  "I don't want _that_ if it's going to be some diet
thing.  I'll definitely take a king-size serving of that."  You
ostentatiously grind yourself against the hardness I cannot control.
"Hmmm," you say.  "I hope there's something left by the time I get the
belt buckle out of the way."

"Well," I continue, stepping back as far as I can with out hands locked
in each other's clothing, and surveying you critically.  "I wasn't
looking for that filling of a meal, but you're all big on top.  I mean,
everyone says, more than a mouthful...," even as I duck the mock blow
aimed at my head, I look around the lab for an empty spot of table or
counter.  Starting to unbutton your dress, I am pulling you to the back
corner as you start fooling with my zipper, not-accidentally rubbing my
hard bulge through the denim of my jeans.  "Mmmmm," is the only word, as
our lips meet, again, for the first time.  More insistently, I undo the
buttons at the neck of your jumpsuit, running my fingers from your neck
down the swells of your full breasts, pulling the dress down from one
shoulder in order to reach around, and undo the clasp of your bra.
Released from their confinement, your breasts still proudly thrust up,
the already perky nipples just begging for attention as they rise up
above the concealing fabric.  Resisting for the moment, I hold on to
your lips with mine, then move down to your neck, teasing just a bit
with my teeth.  Finally, my belt yields to your hands, and my jeans fall
open; you reach in to run your hands along my straining member, even as
I kiss my way down your breast to take a hard nipple into my hot mouth.
For just a second you reach inside my underwear to grasp the soft skin
of my cock head, firmly between your long fingers, and I gasp, just for
a second completely unable to reason, then I pull away, just a bit,
pulling down your dress as I work down your body, keeping myself just
momentarily safe from your expert hands.  You pull your arms free of the
sleeves of the dress, reaching back behind you to pull yourself onto the
counter, smashing a couple of unfortunate radiation meters to the floor
to make room for the needs at and.  You sit at the very edge of the
counter, leaning back against the wall as I pull the jumper down your
legs, the shoes long since kicked off into the corners.  Even as I slide
may arms under your legs, grabbing your butt to pull you to me, you lock
your ankles behind my back.  You are already squiriming from the feeling
of my hot breath upon your tender skin, the rough tease as I nibble at
your inner thighs, the long quivery feeling as I nuzzle against your
most sensitive skin through your thin and wetted panties.  Even though
you want more, I restrain myself to teasing you through the panties, by
nibbling and sucking, but not too hard.  Pretty soon, you eagerly help
my to wrassle your panties off, kicking them off into a corner of the
lab with a little cry, as I have already gone to the innermost core of
you, sucking at the hooded skin over your already firming clit, licking
repeatedly at the your tingling skin to guide the orchestra of your soft
noises to its impending climax.  Sooner than you imagine, you are at the
tingling edge of an orgasm, and you respond only by pulling my head
closer to you with your legs, thrashing in quivering agony as I continue
to lick you, to suck your flesh with long, determined strokes,
deliberately prolonging the torture of your ecstasy.  But, even as yu
begin to settle, your wits gathering around your in the aftermath of
your peak, your realize that I am standing before you now, my tool a
hard intruder at the slippery haven between your legs.  I bend over to
kiss you, the taste of you still on my lips, even as I slide the length
of my member into the slippery tightness of your pussy.  With slow
strokes, I slide myself into you, then pull myself completely out; just
a moment, as we both appreciate the loss, my member throbbing in the
cool air, you wanting to be filled again, and the I slide into you
again, once more the mind-blowing feeling of the first entry, the
incredible feeling of fullness and tightness and heat and slipperyness,
the way in which my hardness in enveloped by you, the unbelievably hot
feeling of you around me.  Quickly, we come as one to a rhythm, long and
fast, pushing hard against each other, our lips locked on each other
even as we struggle for breath, gasping for air even as we thrust at
each other, rocking your hips to bring me more deeply into you, grinding
hard against the still swollen bud of your clittie as we plunge
together.  More frantic now, in short thrusts as I feel all of the
muscles in my body as they clench as one, the very bones of in my groin
seeming to catch fire and melt as I begin to spew my fluids into you, my
balls sore and burning with the force of my orgasm even as I continue to
pump, then holding, together, continuing to milk me with the strong
muscles of your cunt even as I tremble, more than willing to torment me
the same way that I did you, to torture me by drawing out the sweet
agony.  Slowly, our breathing comes back to normal, and we stay there,
no words, just smiling at each other, wondering what might happen
next...

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