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“Mr Kowalski,” my boss addresses me, “I must have your software in Quality Assurance by Monday morning please. The client pushed the deadline forward again.”
“But Mr Schönman…” I try to protest.
“That’ll be all, Mr Kowalski. That’ll be all, thank you.”
Well, there is nothing I can say, so I leave his office. I could sacrifice tomorrow’s advanced driving course, which has already been paid for in full. It cost me more than one week’s salary, and I’ll lose my money if I don’t go. The next available opening is only in 4 months’ time. Or, I could sacrifice some adult-time with Sarah. That won’t make her happy, and it’ll have a negative effect on my fledgling sex-life. Or, I could sacrifice this job by showing Mr Schönman the middle finger. This is the perfect job, and Mr Schönman pays well.
What do I do?
~~~~~
Home time arrives, so I order a take-away pizza to be delivered. I get so absorbed in trying to find the bug that I completely forget about it. All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice behind me,
“Jack, here is your pizza.”
“Huh?” I reply in surprise. “Sarah, I asked you to organize your own transport for tonight. What are you still going here?”
“Well, I spoke to Schönman, and took some of Belinda’s work. I am going to catch her work up while I wait for you.”
“Sarah, I don’t know how late I’m going to be. It could be as late as 11pm. I simply don’t know when I find this bug.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
~~~~~
After an hour-and-a-half of finishing the pizza, I’m having a rough time.
“Why don’t you want to work? Please, where is the bug you are hiding!” I plead with the computer. After a short while I get a shock. Something or somebody is pulling my chair back.
“Jack, calm down. Relax. Take a break.” Sarah calmly advises.
“I can’t… I need to find this bloody bug!” I express myself, trying not to sound angry at Sarah. To calm myself down, I get up and walk off to the bathroom to wash my hot face in cold water. Sarah also goes to refresh herself.
She reached my desk first, and pushed my keyboard and mouse against the monitors. She sits on my desk right in my center of attention.
“You, mister,” she addresses me. “You need to forget about work for a while. If you do that properly, I promise you, the bug will find you. So, come on, go ahead, and enjoy my body!”
I am fuming with technical anger, and here I am being distracted by Sarah. She pulls out all the tricks in the book to try to get me to pay attention to her.
“Well, it is Friday after all,” I think to myself, “We did make a deal last week…” I take a deep breath. “Ok. She wins.”
I pull the chair away, then kneeling in front of her, I spread her knees. I dive between her legs… but, deliberately and comically go under the table. I retrieve two, 500-page reams of copier paper. Also, I get my jersey and other stuff from my backpack. Sarah looks at me confused. She tries to speak, but I put my finger across her lips.
I wrap the copier paper in my jersey. I clear my L-shaped desk and push the modified ream of paper against the drywall. Without warning her, I place my right hand across her back. With my left hand under her knees, begin to move her body into position. I set her head down on the make-shift pillow, and place her legs on the table.
“Yes! My calculations were correct! She fits!” I say to myself, in Back to the Future’s Doc Brown’s voice. “Of course she fits, it’s a six-foot desk and she’s only five-foot-nine.”
“Jack, what am I doing in this position?” the confused and horrified Sarah asks.
“Shhh. Just relax. You asked me to enjoy your body. That is exactly what I’m going to do.” I answer her as I pick up her hands, gently feeling them. I place them in a mummy-like configuration on her shoulders. Then I sit in my chair, take it to its lowest position, and start to take in the view.
From my central position, I scan to the right. I imagine that her white blouse is a dried up salt lake. It is punctuated by regular large sapphire boulders. I get to her elbows blocking the view of the twin peaks. I slowly scan back over her blouse picking up on the creases in the soft fabric. I cross over to a flat landscape. The colour is now deep navy blue. The texture is more robust. There is a small mound before being mirror-flat. Towards the end there are two small hills represented by her knees.
The pencil skirt finishes; revealing some flesh for the first time. The legs are like two towering parallel mountains enclosing a valley.
White socks cover both her ankles. Due to her recovering twisted ankle, she wears ‘school-girl’ style shoes. I promptly remove those for her. She reacts positively to my advances. I place a quarter-full glass of water on her pubic area. She looks confused, and then I tickle the bottom of her foot. The glass moves wildly in the simulated earthquake, but doesn’t topple.
I remove her socks, and tickle again. Next, I drag my fingernail up her ankle along her shin. After bending her leg at the knee, I admire and feel her calf muscle. With her legs flat again, I tuck her skirt between her thighs making a valley. I get to her blouse where I expose some skin. I gently massage her flat slightly muscular stomach.
I find a pencil eraser in my drawer. So, I dip my hand into her underwear about 2 inches deep. The pencil eraser goes in. It’s acting as the centre pole of a tent. Through the gap, I see her pussy. I place an ice-cube few inches above her pubic triangle. I instruct her to manoeuvre the iceberg to her pussy lips without using her hands. As she contorts and squirms, the ice cube hits its target. We both giggle.
Her knees receive a gentle massage. Afterwards, my left hand goes up her tight skirt. My forearm is parallel to her legs; I’m up to my elbow up her garment. I reach her panties. I hook their crotch and start to gently tug on them. After a minute or so, I have her high-cut briefs in my hand. I try to have a feel through her skirt, but the material is too thick and I don’t get the detail I need.
I get her to lift her hips in the air. I push the second ream of paper sideways under her lower back. She moans about the uncomfortable position. I hear her breathing change slightly, as if she is getting aroused. After a while the skirt is off.
I recover the ream of paper. I rest her naked bum on her skirt. She enjoys and appreciates the return to relative comfort.
“Jack, how about a blind-fold?” Sarah enquires with me.
“Does somebody like BDSM?” I ask rhetorically.
I fold some toilet tissue. Place the two make-shift patches in her eye sockets. Then with clear tape, I stick them in place, taking care to protect her eye-brows. Her breathing becomes heavier. I run my hand along her face tucking her hair behind her ear as she blushes slightly.
I get her to hold her knee near her chest. This gives me clear access to her privates. She finds it easier to rest her foot on my shoulder. My feet dig in into the carpet to prevent her from pushing me away.
I see she is aroused. I unload my “toys” from my pocket. I grab a cardboard tube that used to hold a toilet roll. I bent one of the inch-and-a-half diameter tubes ends in, making a pointy end. I find some jelly sweets in my drawer. I stick those on the cardboard tube. A condom over that and a cheap-and-cheerful studded dildo is build.
Using both hands, I spread her outer lips. They are a bit sticky, but they don’t put up much of a fight. Once opened, I’m greeted by an erect clitoris. Her clit very shyly pokes out of its protective skin. I find it necessary to give it a gentle squeeze along its sides. But, Sarah doesn’t like that; she contorts in discomfort, so I back-off. I use another ice cube to rub her inner lips. She moans loudly. I land up pushing the ice cube into her vagina.
Sarah starts voicing her sexual pleasure loudly, as she feels vibration under her clit.
“Where… ah, ah, ah-h-h-a … where did you … ah-ah … get that from?” she break the silence.
“Don’t worry… just enjoy me enjoying your body”.
I insert the cylindrical vibrator from a cockring into her canal. It is too small to be wedged in sideways, so it rests on the bottom of her canal. My hands are free. I rub small circles above her clit. I tease her lips with my fingers. I get her close to an orgasm, and pull out the vibrator.
She is now officially wet. I separate her lips, and gently insert the make-shift dildo.
“What the…?” She tries to say, but I interrupt her with,
“Relax… It’s perfectly hygienic. Just enjoy the ride”.
The dildo won’t go in. She is bit too tight. I gently finger her to loosen up. I alternate the dildo with my fingers, going deeper and deeper each time. Eventually, I got the whole dildo inside her: twisting it, pulling it out, and pushing it back in. She is groaning wildly, arching her back.
With her pussy open, and the condom being semi-transparent, I shine a LED torch into her pussy. I’m trying to get a view of her cervix. Unfortunately, the condom blocks the light and it reflects it back at me.
I step up a gear, I re-introduce the vibrator. I wedge it between her inner lips sideways, just under her clit. My left hand works her pussy; right hand works her clit; she works her breasts. The whole cardboard tube is in her. I control it by inserting my fingers into the tube. I use the studs to tease her g-spot. She arches her back. I’m not letting up. I follow her movements. I speed up the dildo thrusts and twists. She wants to close her legs, but I prevent her. She lets out a sexual scream. Very quickly, I stuff my tie into her mouth. She continues to voice her pleasure, but this time without alerting anybody.
She begins to kick against my shoulder. I understand this to be “Pull out! I need to squirt!” I ignore her. She gets more and more violent.
As I’m ignoring her, I organise certain objects. The wedged vibrator near her clit is still going. I watch as she tenses up hand relaxes her thighs. The water glass is in place, so I pull on the dildo by the condom. She squeezed the dildo so tight that the condom tears. The dildo is stuck inside her, and she is desperate to squirt. She wants to take control. I prevent her; she concedes. She keeps on kicking, and mumbles that she needs to squirt.
I rescue the dildo with my fingers. The tube comes out; the condom rolls off and shoots inside. As soon as the tube is out, her vagina clinches. She tenses her thighs for the final time. She begins to fire off her squirts. I catch all of it in the glass. The vibrator holds her lips apart and keeps her going. The eruptions last for about a 20 seconds.
She has nothing more to give. I switch off the vibrator, and fish out the broken condom. I wipe her pussy clean. She rests her hands next to her body, as she pants wildly.
I let her to rest for a few minutes on the table recovering from her orgasm. Meanwhile, I notice the reflection of the moon in the half-open window. I move to the window to scan the sky for the moon. However, my eyes find something else. There is a woman who watched us.
She is in the office building across the road, 80 to 100 feet away. I can clearly make out her up-market business dress, and approximate her age at 28. She waves. I get a cold shiver down my spine. I try to ignore her, but I can’t… She pulls out a small LED torch from her handbag. Its feint, but I can read her Morse code message. I jot the message down and hide it from Sarah. I feel obliged to use my torch to acknowledge her in the correct protocol. I ask her to move away… then I notice that Sarah is beginning to stir.
I start to dress Sarah. I put the panties on for her. Her skirt goes on next. I don’t bother doing up her button at this stage. I lift her upper body off the make-shift pillow. I get her to sit on the table with her legs dangling. I sit in my chair and dress her feet. I stand up and separate her knees to stand close to her. I remove her eye-patches.
Sarah stands and gets me to do up her skirt. She has her hands around my neck and gives me a warm kiss.
“Wow. Thank-you. I never knew you had so much talent…” she says to me.
“Ah, that was nothing.” I try to play it down.
“Oh, ok… so that is the dildo!” she says as she examines the cardboard tube “and, where did the vibrator come from?”
“A cockring.” I reply blushing. She then examines the rubber toys on the table. Something distracts her.
“Wow, look at that!” she says walking up to the window.
Once again the horror panic grips me. So I play dumb and say,
“Look at what?”
“Look at that full moon. Look how gorgeous it looks.”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” I reply and put my hand around her waist. I franticly look for our voyeur. She is gone. Thank goodness for that.
“Well, Jack,” she flirtingly tells me, “thank you for the nice Friday experience.”
She plants a small kiss before walking off. Then the reality hits me: I masturbated a woman at work.
“Oh no, I am at work… better find Schönman’s bug…” I say to myself.
~~~~~
“All right, Kowalski,” I tell myself, “why is does this ‘if’-statement look different to the others?”
Then it slowly hits me. The “if”-statement in question has single-equals. It is supposed to have been double-equals! Both are perfectly legal, but have two completely different meanings. I do the change. I’m too high form the “sex” to feel angry at myself. I spend the next hour cleaning up and testing the software.
Its 10pm and I’m done! I’m happy with it, so I send it on to QA.
“Sarah!” I shout, “It’s time to go home!”
She limps on one crutch towards me and says, “Well, I promised you that the bug will find you.”
“I guess you were right. The code is on its way to QA. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, you got another exciting day tomorrow at the track. You need to be well rested.” She comments as we go through the shutdown and lock-up procedure.
“But Mr Schönman…” I try to protest.
“That’ll be all, Mr Kowalski. That’ll be all, thank you.”
Well, there is nothing I can say, so I leave his office. I could sacrifice tomorrow’s advanced driving course, which has already been paid for in full. It cost me more than one week’s salary, and I’ll lose my money if I don’t go. The next available opening is only in 4 months’ time. Or, I could sacrifice some adult-time with Sarah. That won’t make her happy, and it’ll have a negative effect on my fledgling sex-life. Or, I could sacrifice this job by showing Mr Schönman the middle finger. This is the perfect job, and Mr Schönman pays well.
What do I do?
~~~~~
Home time arrives, so I order a take-away pizza to be delivered. I get so absorbed in trying to find the bug that I completely forget about it. All of a sudden, I hear a familiar voice behind me,
“Jack, here is your pizza.”
“Huh?” I reply in surprise. “Sarah, I asked you to organize your own transport for tonight. What are you still going here?”
“Well, I spoke to Schönman, and took some of Belinda’s work. I am going to catch her work up while I wait for you.”
“Sarah, I don’t know how late I’m going to be. It could be as late as 11pm. I simply don’t know when I find this bug.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
~~~~~
After an hour-and-a-half of finishing the pizza, I’m having a rough time.
“Why don’t you want to work? Please, where is the bug you are hiding!” I plead with the computer. After a short while I get a shock. Something or somebody is pulling my chair back.
“Jack, calm down. Relax. Take a break.” Sarah calmly advises.
“I can’t… I need to find this bloody bug!” I express myself, trying not to sound angry at Sarah. To calm myself down, I get up and walk off to the bathroom to wash my hot face in cold water. Sarah also goes to refresh herself.
She reached my desk first, and pushed my keyboard and mouse against the monitors. She sits on my desk right in my center of attention.
“You, mister,” she addresses me. “You need to forget about work for a while. If you do that properly, I promise you, the bug will find you. So, come on, go ahead, and enjoy my body!”
I am fuming with technical anger, and here I am being distracted by Sarah. She pulls out all the tricks in the book to try to get me to pay attention to her.
“Well, it is Friday after all,” I think to myself, “We did make a deal last week…” I take a deep breath. “Ok. She wins.”
I pull the chair away, then kneeling in front of her, I spread her knees. I dive between her legs… but, deliberately and comically go under the table. I retrieve two, 500-page reams of copier paper. Also, I get my jersey and other stuff from my backpack. Sarah looks at me confused. She tries to speak, but I put my finger across her lips.
I wrap the copier paper in my jersey. I clear my L-shaped desk and push the modified ream of paper against the drywall. Without warning her, I place my right hand across her back. With my left hand under her knees, begin to move her body into position. I set her head down on the make-shift pillow, and place her legs on the table.
“Yes! My calculations were correct! She fits!” I say to myself, in Back to the Future’s Doc Brown’s voice. “Of course she fits, it’s a six-foot desk and she’s only five-foot-nine.”
“Jack, what am I doing in this position?” the confused and horrified Sarah asks.
“Shhh. Just relax. You asked me to enjoy your body. That is exactly what I’m going to do.” I answer her as I pick up her hands, gently feeling them. I place them in a mummy-like configuration on her shoulders. Then I sit in my chair, take it to its lowest position, and start to take in the view.
From my central position, I scan to the right. I imagine that her white blouse is a dried up salt lake. It is punctuated by regular large sapphire boulders. I get to her elbows blocking the view of the twin peaks. I slowly scan back over her blouse picking up on the creases in the soft fabric. I cross over to a flat landscape. The colour is now deep navy blue. The texture is more robust. There is a small mound before being mirror-flat. Towards the end there are two small hills represented by her knees.
The pencil skirt finishes; revealing some flesh for the first time. The legs are like two towering parallel mountains enclosing a valley.
White socks cover both her ankles. Due to her recovering twisted ankle, she wears ‘school-girl’ style shoes. I promptly remove those for her. She reacts positively to my advances. I place a quarter-full glass of water on her pubic area. She looks confused, and then I tickle the bottom of her foot. The glass moves wildly in the simulated earthquake, but doesn’t topple.
I remove her socks, and tickle again. Next, I drag my fingernail up her ankle along her shin. After bending her leg at the knee, I admire and feel her calf muscle. With her legs flat again, I tuck her skirt between her thighs making a valley. I get to her blouse where I expose some skin. I gently massage her flat slightly muscular stomach.
I find a pencil eraser in my drawer. So, I dip my hand into her underwear about 2 inches deep. The pencil eraser goes in. It’s acting as the centre pole of a tent. Through the gap, I see her pussy. I place an ice-cube few inches above her pubic triangle. I instruct her to manoeuvre the iceberg to her pussy lips without using her hands. As she contorts and squirms, the ice cube hits its target. We both giggle.
Her knees receive a gentle massage. Afterwards, my left hand goes up her tight skirt. My forearm is parallel to her legs; I’m up to my elbow up her garment. I reach her panties. I hook their crotch and start to gently tug on them. After a minute or so, I have her high-cut briefs in my hand. I try to have a feel through her skirt, but the material is too thick and I don’t get the detail I need.
I get her to lift her hips in the air. I push the second ream of paper sideways under her lower back. She moans about the uncomfortable position. I hear her breathing change slightly, as if she is getting aroused. After a while the skirt is off.
I recover the ream of paper. I rest her naked bum on her skirt. She enjoys and appreciates the return to relative comfort.
“Jack, how about a blind-fold?” Sarah enquires with me.
“Does somebody like BDSM?” I ask rhetorically.
I fold some toilet tissue. Place the two make-shift patches in her eye sockets. Then with clear tape, I stick them in place, taking care to protect her eye-brows. Her breathing becomes heavier. I run my hand along her face tucking her hair behind her ear as she blushes slightly.
I get her to hold her knee near her chest. This gives me clear access to her privates. She finds it easier to rest her foot on my shoulder. My feet dig in into the carpet to prevent her from pushing me away.
I see she is aroused. I unload my “toys” from my pocket. I grab a cardboard tube that used to hold a toilet roll. I bent one of the inch-and-a-half diameter tubes ends in, making a pointy end. I find some jelly sweets in my drawer. I stick those on the cardboard tube. A condom over that and a cheap-and-cheerful studded dildo is build.
Using both hands, I spread her outer lips. They are a bit sticky, but they don’t put up much of a fight. Once opened, I’m greeted by an erect clitoris. Her clit very shyly pokes out of its protective skin. I find it necessary to give it a gentle squeeze along its sides. But, Sarah doesn’t like that; she contorts in discomfort, so I back-off. I use another ice cube to rub her inner lips. She moans loudly. I land up pushing the ice cube into her vagina.
Sarah starts voicing her sexual pleasure loudly, as she feels vibration under her clit.
“Where… ah, ah, ah-h-h-a … where did you … ah-ah … get that from?” she break the silence.
“Don’t worry… just enjoy me enjoying your body”.
I insert the cylindrical vibrator from a cockring into her canal. It is too small to be wedged in sideways, so it rests on the bottom of her canal. My hands are free. I rub small circles above her clit. I tease her lips with my fingers. I get her close to an orgasm, and pull out the vibrator.
She is now officially wet. I separate her lips, and gently insert the make-shift dildo.
“What the…?” She tries to say, but I interrupt her with,
“Relax… It’s perfectly hygienic. Just enjoy the ride”.
The dildo won’t go in. She is bit too tight. I gently finger her to loosen up. I alternate the dildo with my fingers, going deeper and deeper each time. Eventually, I got the whole dildo inside her: twisting it, pulling it out, and pushing it back in. She is groaning wildly, arching her back.
With her pussy open, and the condom being semi-transparent, I shine a LED torch into her pussy. I’m trying to get a view of her cervix. Unfortunately, the condom blocks the light and it reflects it back at me.
I step up a gear, I re-introduce the vibrator. I wedge it between her inner lips sideways, just under her clit. My left hand works her pussy; right hand works her clit; she works her breasts. The whole cardboard tube is in her. I control it by inserting my fingers into the tube. I use the studs to tease her g-spot. She arches her back. I’m not letting up. I follow her movements. I speed up the dildo thrusts and twists. She wants to close her legs, but I prevent her. She lets out a sexual scream. Very quickly, I stuff my tie into her mouth. She continues to voice her pleasure, but this time without alerting anybody.
She begins to kick against my shoulder. I understand this to be “Pull out! I need to squirt!” I ignore her. She gets more and more violent.
As I’m ignoring her, I organise certain objects. The wedged vibrator near her clit is still going. I watch as she tenses up hand relaxes her thighs. The water glass is in place, so I pull on the dildo by the condom. She squeezed the dildo so tight that the condom tears. The dildo is stuck inside her, and she is desperate to squirt. She wants to take control. I prevent her; she concedes. She keeps on kicking, and mumbles that she needs to squirt.
I rescue the dildo with my fingers. The tube comes out; the condom rolls off and shoots inside. As soon as the tube is out, her vagina clinches. She tenses her thighs for the final time. She begins to fire off her squirts. I catch all of it in the glass. The vibrator holds her lips apart and keeps her going. The eruptions last for about a 20 seconds.
She has nothing more to give. I switch off the vibrator, and fish out the broken condom. I wipe her pussy clean. She rests her hands next to her body, as she pants wildly.
I let her to rest for a few minutes on the table recovering from her orgasm. Meanwhile, I notice the reflection of the moon in the half-open window. I move to the window to scan the sky for the moon. However, my eyes find something else. There is a woman who watched us.
She is in the office building across the road, 80 to 100 feet away. I can clearly make out her up-market business dress, and approximate her age at 28. She waves. I get a cold shiver down my spine. I try to ignore her, but I can’t… She pulls out a small LED torch from her handbag. Its feint, but I can read her Morse code message. I jot the message down and hide it from Sarah. I feel obliged to use my torch to acknowledge her in the correct protocol. I ask her to move away… then I notice that Sarah is beginning to stir.
I start to dress Sarah. I put the panties on for her. Her skirt goes on next. I don’t bother doing up her button at this stage. I lift her upper body off the make-shift pillow. I get her to sit on the table with her legs dangling. I sit in my chair and dress her feet. I stand up and separate her knees to stand close to her. I remove her eye-patches.
Sarah stands and gets me to do up her skirt. She has her hands around my neck and gives me a warm kiss.
“Wow. Thank-you. I never knew you had so much talent…” she says to me.
“Ah, that was nothing.” I try to play it down.
“Oh, ok… so that is the dildo!” she says as she examines the cardboard tube “and, where did the vibrator come from?”
“A cockring.” I reply blushing. She then examines the rubber toys on the table. Something distracts her.
“Wow, look at that!” she says walking up to the window.
Once again the horror panic grips me. So I play dumb and say,
“Look at what?”
“Look at that full moon. Look how gorgeous it looks.”
“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” I reply and put my hand around her waist. I franticly look for our voyeur. She is gone. Thank goodness for that.
“Well, Jack,” she flirtingly tells me, “thank you for the nice Friday experience.”
She plants a small kiss before walking off. Then the reality hits me: I masturbated a woman at work.
“Oh no, I am at work… better find Schönman’s bug…” I say to myself.
~~~~~
“All right, Kowalski,” I tell myself, “why is does this ‘if’-statement look different to the others?”
Then it slowly hits me. The “if”-statement in question has single-equals. It is supposed to have been double-equals! Both are perfectly legal, but have two completely different meanings. I do the change. I’m too high form the “sex” to feel angry at myself. I spend the next hour cleaning up and testing the software.
Its 10pm and I’m done! I’m happy with it, so I send it on to QA.
“Sarah!” I shout, “It’s time to go home!”
She limps on one crutch towards me and says, “Well, I promised you that the bug will find you.”
“I guess you were right. The code is on its way to QA. Let’s get out of here.”
“Yeah, you got another exciting day tomorrow at the track. You need to be well rested.” She comments as we go through the shutdown and lock-up procedure.
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