I walked into the server room at 6:00 p.m. on Friday, and the MIS guys were all gone. In fact, the entire company was pretty much gone except for the night shift techs.
Old Americans are like that, no matter what, once the weekend comes, early head off to enjoy the holiday, all the trouble wait until Monday; no wonder the old U.S. all hate Monday.
Why am I still here? Because: One, I’m a software engineer. Two, my manager wants me to moonlight as a systems administrator. Three, I was on vacation for two weeks. Four, my manager in these two weeks, in order to show that he also knows UNIX, all the file system to do a big move. Five, in order to calm the public’s anger, he asked me to “quietly” restore them. Six, two months ago he just raised my salary by 15 percent. So I had to come in and take care of the mess.
This server room is the server room of MIS, and our department borrows part of the space to set up the mainframe, mainly because it has a constant power supply. The main reason for this is that it has a power supply. It is said to be a power supply, but in fact, it can only last for a few hours. Worse, no one knew how many hours it would last. I told Tony, the old black manager of MIS, early on and suggested he test it sometime. The guy was also too hung over to take it seriously. After hitting the wall twice, I told myself, we’ll see.
I sat down, typed in the password, and accessed the SUPERUSER account. The first thing I do, as has been a habit for a long time, is to make a copy. No matter how much I messed around with it, at least I could get back to the way I was before I did it. In fact, this habit has helped me a lot. I estimated that it would take me about an hour to copy the important parts. Bored out of my mind, I connected to the PC network of MIS to see what’s new. In the midst of all the files and spreadsheets, I suddenly came across a JPEG directory, which was new. When I entered the directory, it was full of files, and there was a display program. I picked a file at random and opened it with the display program: Mamma Mia! A slim body stretched lazily on the high-resolution screen. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not being paranoid, it really shouldn’t be here. The company’s HR department has been repeatedly emphasizing the issue of sexual harassment, and pictures like this are absolutely forbidden in the company. When I thought of this, I wanted to jump out of the program immediately to avoid getting into trouble; on second thought, firstly, it is not the file I saved, so it has nothing to do with me, secondly, there is no one else coming to the computer room at this time, and thirdly, it is really too boring, so I set the program to the slide show mode, and let it automatically display one picture after another. As I watched, I couldn’t help but get a little carried away.
Suddenly, from behind me came a female voice.
“Roger, what are you doing?”
At that moment, my whole body cold, the original charming immediately to the sky, a moment turned several thoughts, from pay cuts to dismissal have thought of … …. Fixed his mind, turned his head to see, is the MIS Jessica!
“I… I… I happened to be on your network… Uh-huh. So… Uh-huh.”
She smiled softly.
“Take it easy, it’s okay. Those are Tony’s files.”
“Tony? How dare he…”
“He’s been sneaking these things off the Internet, it’s been a semi-open secret in MIS for a long time…”
She glanced at me.
“Roger, don’t read too much, don’t worry you won’t be able to sleep at night.”
I blushed instantly. Hurry up and jump out of the display program.
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
“The Japanese branch wants some statements, and Tony wants me to print and fax them overnight. How about you?”
“Wow, just some system administration minutiae, you know.”
“What a trifle…”
I was greatly embarrassed. These old Americans! Can’t do anything, teasing people is the best!
“The… I’m just kidding.”
The obligatory footnote.
“I know.”
“Well, I’ve got to hurry up and print the statement.”
She walked to the other end of the machine room and began operating the HP-3000.
Watching her walk away, I forced myself to focus on the mainframe screen. It had just finished copying as well. I began to repartition the file system. It took a long time for the heat on my face to subside a little. It was then that I dared to look over to the other end. Jessica had already cleared the files and was ready to print them.
Jessica is an HP-3000 operator in the MIS, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with shoulder-length brown hair. Although she is not like the accounting and marketing department of the meatball general attention, everyone still recognized that she is very CUTE, although I and she is not very familiar with the computer room in and out of the number of times, more or less can chat a few words. Anyway, the old U.S. most focus on SOCIAL, more chat is always right. She is actually quite lively, I do not know how she can tolerate such a boring job as an operator. Jessica has a well-toned body and must be a regular at the gym and the beach. Probably because of the picture, I began to fantasize about her body under the white linen dress.
“Roger, can you do me a favor?”
I was shocked. When I looked back, it turned out that the printer had jammed again. This old printer is an antique of the 80s, the size of our SUN Server three times as large. Operation not only sound amazing, but also often jammed, should have been eliminated.
“Sure. How can I help you?”
“Would you please take hold of this guide bar and introduce the statement under the bar when I load a new statement from the bottom side of the printer.”
I stood by the printer and watched Jessica crouch down to load her reports. Suddenly I realized I was looking right into the plunging neckline of her dress. I’m not a voyeur, but when I get a chance, I’m not afraid to feast on it. In front of my eyes, there were rounded peaks. In a clear white, only two points of pink. I suddenly realized: she was not wearing anything inside her clothes! Looking down from where I was standing, what I saw were two full orbs, swaying gently with the movement of her arms. Those slightly trembling peppery breasts completely attracted my attention. I only felt a slight heat in my palms, and thought to myself that I wondered what it would feel like to probe my hands between those twin peaks.
Just then, Jessica finished loading the statement and looked up, asking me to pull it up. I quickly turned my head away, pretending not to notice her body. Despite this, I think she still saw the sudden movement of my head out of the corner of her eye, and must have been well aware that I was looking there. But she didn’t say anything, just thanked me for my help.
I returned to the main console and continued my unfinished business. Instead, my mind and eyes kept drifting back to Jessica.
Suddenly, the server room went black and the power jumped! Not only did the server room go dark, but also the outside office area, so it seemed that the whole building was blacked out. Not a second later, the emergency lights came on and I could still see my surroundings. I rushed out of the computer room and stood in the corridor, looking out the window. The other company buildings were also dark. The power was out on this entire block.
“What happened?”
At some point, Jessica came to me.
“I’m guessing about the entire street section is without power.”
“I’d better get the statement printed quickly.”
“Exactly.”
So we went into the computer room and sped up our work. Ten minutes later, I had the filing system divided. The power still showed no sign of coming back on, so I decided to shut down the mainframe. At the same time, Jessica finishes printing and shuts down the HP-3000.
“Shit!”
“What is it?” , I asked.
“There’s no electricity! How can I fax it?”
I mused, “Maybe we can move the fax machine in and use the power here.”
“Good idea! Roger!”
So I brought in the fax machine from the marketing department, and Jessica bent over, her entire upper body on the table, and stretched out to construct a way to retrieve the phone line that had fallen behind the machine. My eyes fell on her slightly arched buttocks, realizing that instead of hiding the imprint of her panties, the dang fine linen gauze was tautly revealing the curves of her hips. Under the dim emergency lighting, her ass had an inexplicable allure. I could hardly restrain the urge to touch her.
All I felt was a slow rise of desire, and when I looked down, my lower body was reacting. To make matters worse, Jessica, who was tugging on the phone cord, suddenly lost her balance and her whole body took two steps back, her hips resting on my bulge.
“Oh! I’m sorry…” And she turned her head and looked at me, “… What’s this?” My heart was pounding.
“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to.”
With that said, I took a step back. To my surprise, she took a step back as well, her hips still pressed against my erection. Not only that, I could feel it gently swaying and rubbing. I could only feel my blood churning, and my already hardened part got even harder.
“What were you just looking at?”
The pressure on her hips increased.
There was nothing to hide when it came down to it. I reached down and took hold of her waist and turned her around.
“I’ve always had a crush on you.”
She didn’t say anything, just leaned up and gave me a soft kiss.
“Make love to me!”
I sighed. Why are all the American girls I meet so aggressive? It was damaging to my always active male persona. But what could I say?
I wrapped my arms around her and began searching her lips. I flicked my tongue over her upper lip and she parted her lips to welcome me between her teeth. Her delicate tongue wrapped around my bud like a snake. Sucking and exploring the insides of each other’s mouths. A rush of heat washed over my cheeks.
My right hand slowly moved up the side of her body, sliding under her armpits, my fingers circling the circumference of her breasts, letting my palm weigh the weight of her breasts, feeling them firm up little by little. My left hand gently stroked the hollows of her back and slowly slid down to her rounded buttocks. She hooked her arms around my neck and shuddered silently.
I opened my lips and sucked on her cherry lips, capturing the tip of her gently spitting tongue. This time, I drew her tongue deep into my mouth, letting her slightly sweet saliva moisturize my hot lips.
I dropped my right hand and explored all the way up to her buttocks. With a slight effort from both hands, a hot and well-proportioned torso clung to me. Pressed against my chest were her firm bosoms; pressed against the small of her back was my erect sex. I hugged her hard and tightly, just wanting to share the warmth of her body. Her hands caressed my back muscles and gently massaged the back of my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tingling from the roots of my hair.
I pushed my hands between her body, sliding the backs of my hands over the tips of her engorged, hardened breasts and unbuttoning her upper body one by one. My hand crept in through the bodice and covered it, pulling her dress slowly down to her waistline. A pair of round, white and tender breasts swayed, and the deep valley between her peaks curved up to her flat and tender belly. My hands gently held her breasts, my palms covering the areolas, slowly kneading them until they were completely engorged and hard.
Her hand fumbled to undo my zipper. Only to feel a warm hand encircle my prick. Rubbing it on one side, pulling it out of the confines of my clothing. That deft hand! It rubbed, kneaded, bobbed up and down, measuring the length of my prick, assessing the weight of my twin balls. My desire had never been aroused like this.
Her lips left me, weaving their way down. The tip of her tongue leaves a hot, wet trail in its wake. My palms slid down with her, still wantonly caressing her breasts until they moved down beyond my reach. She removed my shirt and pants completely, but the man crouched there with no intention of getting up.
Could she be…? I thought to myself.
With one hand rubbing my shaft and the other wrenching at my scrotum, Jessica’s tongue began to creep up the inside of my knee and up my thigh. As she approached my furiously open prick, she clasped my root with both hands. I held my breath, barely daring to breathe.
She stuffed it into her mouth.
My throat gave an involuntary low growl.
Never before had a woman ever been so forthcoming in sucking my cock. In the past, Cindy, Karen, and even the Mexican Cecilia, all of them had to be teased enough before they would kiss my prick, but all of them were too shallow to do so. Not to mention the girls in Taiwan, who refused to try anything. But this Jessica, on her first try, was just a little too much….
I couldn’t think about it anymore because she was taking my front end and moistening my most sensitive groove with her saliva. She moved me up and down in her mouth, rubbing my full length with her tongue and the inside of her mouth. One hand rubbed and turned my root while the other kept manipulating my two little balls. In addition to the constant stimulation of my full length, I also licked the sensitive spot under the puffy purple head. I could only feel my life being sucked out by her bit by bit, and my concentration was gradually blurred, the only thing I could feel was her hot lips and the rising pleasure in my lower body.
Passion rose from the point where my senses were sharpest, and as she rhymed, wave after wave pushed me toward the peak. I knew I wouldn’t last long if I continued at this rate, and I had to hurry to try to salvage it. But the excitement of my physical senses prevented me from moving. No, I didn’t want to move, I just wanted the pleasure to continue indefinitely.
Suddenly, she stopped her sucking motion, but her tongue swirled a few times over the sensitive spot at the front. A convulsion rushed up to my head and I hurriedly stopped her and pulled out sharply. Luckily I reacted in time, although a drop of white cloudy liquid shot into her mouth at the same time as I pulled out, it wasn’t a total failure.
I pulled her up off the ground, careful not to let her touch my near-exploding prick again. If she touched it for one more second, I was sure to lose my armor on the spot.
I pressed Jessica against the edge of the table. She looked at me and licked her tongue, a smirking expression on her face. I don’t feel a little annoyed, this is too much of a loss of face. I kissed her hard. My hands grabbed her bouncy breasts and fondled them. Mixed in with her saliva, I could still recognize the taste of my own foreplay fluids.
I shifted my target and took her earlobe in a slight nuzzle, my tongue flicking around the edge of it, a moan escaping her lips and a patch of sensitive goosebumps rising on the skin of her back. I then licked her earlobe to my heart’s content, my hands still wantonly caressing her undefended breasts. She made no movement, just a shudder and a deep gasp from time to time.
My mouth traveled downward, past my neck, grazed my collarbone, and buried itself deep between her breasts. She gasped as her chest rose and fell violently. Looking at her pink bud, engorged with blood and rising, proudly sticking out of the top of her peak, I couldn’t help but circle it with my lips and tongue, nibbling and nibbling on her proud bud, the
Jessica’s arms wrapped around my head and tightened against her chest. I completely undid her half-faded dress and let it slide to the floor. All that was left standing between us were her pantyhose and a pair of bikini panties. I pushed my hand between her legs and realized she was completely soaked!
I began rubbing her most secret places through her pantyhose and panties. A babbling sound came from Jessica’s nose. Her upper body shifted forward and her hips responded to the movements of my fingers.
I slid down even further, my hands backing her pantyhose down at the same time. The tip of my tongue explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. As I get closer to her private place, her breath catches. When she finally reaches her destination, she exhales a soft sigh of pleasure.
I explored her mysteries with my tongue through the soaked silk. Her thin silk panties were instantly glued to the curve of my tongue, sinking even further into the groove in the center. Holding her hands behind my head, she arched one leg and circled my back, moaning softly under her breath as she did her best to push my head down her body.
I felt her desire, her need, her tension, her anticipation. I pulled back the tiny piece of silk cloth, exposing the light brown hairs and slightly reddish strands, and buried my lips deep into her pleasure.
Her legs couldn’t support her any longer and she slowly fell limply. I grabbed her hips and flattened her entire body on the table, my lips and tongue still exploring her soft grooves without rest. She hooked her legs tightly around me, responding to the rhythms of my tongue with a dance of her hips and a low snort.
Her entire body had gone limp on the table. Suddenly, she stopped the movement of my lips and pulled me up and over her. All I could feel were her trembling fingers, eagerly seeking my lower body.
“Fuck me.” She opened her mouth and demanded almost silently.
Before I had time to react in any way, I realized that my prick was deep inside her hot, flooded body.
The feeling was almost indescribable, like a swish of electricity flashing through my body.
My prick, which had been semi-soft, instantly hardened completely. She let out a cry and squirmed her hips, inviting more direct stimulation from me.
I slowly pushed in and retreated, feeling her muscles stretch and return inch by inch to my full length. Her eyes squeezed shut as she enjoyed the near-tearing pleasure and the stimulation against the nub as she pushed in the deepest.
She gasped as her chest began to rise and fall violently up and down. I gradually increased the speed of my strokes, hitting her nub again and again. The force of the impact was transmitted to her upper body, and her reddened breasts bounced back and forth in rhythm. I lowered my head and opened my mouth wide, trying to capture the bouncing peaks of her breasts. Once, twice, finally capturing her furious peach blossoms.
In an instant, she couldn’t restrain herself any longer and circled her legs around my waist, crying out for more pleasure.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”
I sped up my strokes, knowing I wouldn’t last long. Intent on slowing down, Jessica’s begging and moaning kept me from slowing down. I stabbed into her depths again and again. She arched her back and raised her hips to meet my thrusts. I grabbed her legs and brought them up to my shoulders, ravaging her petite body in waves at a near-vertical angle.
The speed of my strokes increased to a fever pitch, beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, pooled on my chin, and splattered drop by drop across her crystal-covered breasts. Jessica fell into a semi-frenzied state, her head shaking violently from side to side as she pounded her hands hard on the tabletop.
“Oh! Oh! YES! Yes!”
I knew that I had reached my limit and that any second down there I would completely lose control. Using what little strength I had left in my tired muscles, I reached down and roughly stroked her nub on one side and heaved the last few blows at her on the other.
“Oh! Oh! I want to…”
Suddenly she stopped moving, silent, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Deep inside her, a ring of muscle tightened around me, spasming violently.
A wave of pleasure surged up from my roots, my legs convulsed, and I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with several low growls, I shot a deep stream of whitish liquid into her persistently spasming body.
She whimpered softly.
From past experience, I know that my thickness is on par with old America, and the hardness is perhaps even better, even if the length is still an inch or two short of old America, as long as the atmosphere is slowly cultivated, those white girls will bow down just the same. I just didn’t expect Jessica’s reaction to be so strong. I should have known that I would have fucked her from the beginning.
I didn’t move, just let her legs slide off my shoulders. My prick remained inside her even though it was fading. No reason, just because I still wanted to enjoy her extremely tight pussy. After a while, she finally opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“You’re good! I thought all Orientals weren’t…”
I held out a finger to stop her from saying any more. Then I flattened my head between her breasts, just to be still and warm…
“Roger! Wake up! Roger! You can’t sleep here!”
I woke up with a creepy start and moved away in a bit of distress. Picking up the clothes from the floor, I handed them to Jessica. We got dressed without a word, I helped Jessica send out the FAX, packed up my things, and left the office without saying goodnight to each other. Although we tried our best to pretend that nothing had happened, we both knew that after tonight, our relationship was going to be different. As for how far it would go? I had no idea.