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Sparks in the IT Department
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Sparks in the IT Department "Here is your cubicle." He pointed the little boxed in cube, connected several others. If I stood facing the next cube, I could see over the dividing walls to my 'neighbor's' des Not the most private, especially since I was hoping for an office, but you take what you can get as a newbie. I walk around the 5 by 5 foot space, admiring it's blank walls and cheap carpeting. I have no right judge; it's a real job, & one I had been searching for for months. At that point, anything was better than sitting in my home office searching for jobs. I'd take it, and be happy. "Any other questions about what's expected of you?" My short, round boss peered over his glasses as he asked. I looked down at him as I pulled my chair out sit. "Nope. I think Julia covered everything in our walk-through this morning." I sat and swiveled around face him. "Perfect. I'll let you get work then. I'm just down the hall in my office if you have any questions, and your cube-neighbors will be more than happy answer any questions. Welcome the team." He reached out shake my hand and left without another word. I appreciated that. I hadn't had a steady position for over a year, and that lasted only a few months. I was treated like a garbage there, given no room breathe or many chances grow and learn for myself. Finally, I was expected take responsibility for myself. I logged into the company's network using the first digits of my first name, 'J-O-H,' and the last four of my last name, 'S-M-I-T,' as my user i.d. and my social security number as my password. The set-up of their software was easy enough, and I'd already had a chance around on it and set up my desktop earlier in the day. But now I was left alone with no one watching, and I needed to remember where I was supposed to go next. I looked along the tabs near the top of my screen and saw 'ticket queue.' I clicked it and saw a page list of open tickets from around the office. I scanned the subjects of all of them and realized they were all pretty simple fixes. My screen refreshed, and there was a new one at the top of the list. 'Mouse problems,' was the subject, so I clicked it. It was an email from a woman named Bell. Sexy name, I thought to myself. "My mouse isn't working. I had gotten a new one because the old one broke. But this one isn't working, and the cursor won't show up. I'm using the common area computer to send this, so I guess it's not an urgent problem, but it'd be nice to be able to use the one in my cubicle. Thanks! -Bell." I smiled to myself. This was going to be easy. My first task here at the new job is the easiest thing I could do, and I was going to get paid for it. I hit reply. " Bell, Are you using a mechanical mouse (the kind with the ball in it) or an optical mouse?" Send. I scrolled through the other problems and sent a few emails in response. Nothing too difficult. I refreshed my email and saw that Bell had replied. "The kind with the ball in it. This office is stuck in the 90's, so you know. I know it's your first day." I smiled. So, people knew me without having met me. I felt honored. "Oh, don't be too hard on the 90's, they were a good time. Anyways, luckily for my first day, my jobs have been pretty simple, including yours. Turn off your computer and plug in your mouse while the computer is off. When you turn it back on, it'll wor" Almost immediately, "I'll let you know if it works, thanks!" I replied with, "It will, trust me." I went on work on a couple more fixes that I could answer through email. I checked the clock at 11:30. Not even noon yet, and I was starting drag. I needed some coffee. I walked around the office & found the break room. There was one woman in the room, holding a book in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other at the large round table. She was extremely attractive. She had medium length, black hair, and dark rimmed glasses. She was dressed business casual; she almost resembled a sexy librarian from a dirty film. She looked up at me over her glasses when I walked in. The way her eyebrow rose as she glanced at me from over the frames made my heart sink into my stomach. Damn. I thought. She's hot. "Hi." She said softly, putting the book down and leaning back in her chair. "You must be the new IT guy." She smirked, but I couldn't tell if she was laughing at me or not. "That's me. Is that funny?" I walked to the coffee maker and opened the thermos I had brought with me. "You didn't tell me your name." I turned to look at her over my shoulder. "I've been in here five seconds, I haven't exactly had a chance." She tilted her head to her side, trying to figure me out. "Calm down, I'm not getting on your case. I meant you didn't tell me your name in your emails. I'm Bell. Thanks, by the way, I forgot to email you bac That did wor" I turned face her and looked her in the eyes for a minute. They were wide, a piercing blue color. They were beautiful. Who knew that the first problem I'd have at work would be the easiest fix in the world, and from probably the sexiest woman in the office? "I told you it would. I'm John. Would you like some more coffee?" I reached behind me and grabbed the pot. She reached out and held her cup under it. "Thank you, John. Nice to finally meet you." We were both quiet for a minute. "Well, I should get back to my des Computer systems from the 90's means I have my work cut out for me here." She laughed, picking her book back up. "By the way, you have beautiful eyes." I turned tell her before I walked out. Her eyebrows rose in shock, and her glasses slid just a little bit down her nose, leaving her eyes exposed over the frames in that sexy way again. I walked out back my cube. The rest of the day went smoothly. At five o' clock, I rose leave. "Hey, John." My cube neighbor, Warren, was putting a jacket on over his striped, button-down shirt. What's up?" I shoved my hands in my pockets, waiting for him to walk with . "How was the first day? You didn't ask any questions, so I'm assuming you figured everything out pretty well." "Yeah, it wasn't bad. I'm fully expecting tomorrow to be hell, now." He laughed. "There's a cool little jazz bar down the street. Wanna grab a beer? On ." I could go out for a drink with a new co-worker and get know him, or I could go home and have a beer by myself. "Sure, man, I can't turn down an offer like that." We walked over the bar, which was just on the corner. A short black man with a crazy head of hair was doing improvisational jazz on the little stage in the corner, a trumpet in his hand. It was good, and the club was dim and smelled like cigarettes. It felt like I was transported back into the 1930's. "Nice place! This is great. I've never been here, and I only live twenty minutes away from wor" Warren laughed as he sat at the bar. "Yeah, it's a quaint little joint. Good, strong drinks, too." A classily dressed bartender came up to us and took our drink orders. Warren got a Tom Collins; I went with my usual, an old fashioned whiskey sweet. We chatted about our jobs. He had been working for the company for twenty years, and it'd been the same team for years. Lately, the company decided to bring in some fresh new meat and started hiring people a little younger. "They hired Candace about years ago and Bell about a year ago, then you just now." He got my attention at the mention of Bell. "Oh yeah, Bell, I helped her out today." I finished off my drink and flagged the bartender down for another. Warren smirked and did the same. "I'd like to help her out sometime." I looked at him and he laughed. "Sorry. I know I'm an older man, but I need some excitement in my life sometimes. She does a good job at making my day a bit more exciting. She's very intelligent, too. She's a sales rep, and she hits her goals constantly, even exceeds them. They got a good hire with her." "Yeah, I know what you mean. She's a good looking woman." "To me, she's a good looking woman that I probably should have tried for, but she is way out of my league. But you should go for it." He looked at me with a blank expression on his face. "Wait, are you serious? Isn't there some kind of policy against that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "There's no policy against anything they don't know." I chuckled. "Hey, if you think I could get somewhere, I will go for it." The bartender handed me my third. I nodded in thanks in his direction. “Want her number?" I almost choked on my drin "What?! You have her number?" He pulled out a cell phone from his breast pocket. "Of course I do, I have everyone's number in the office. Also, I take everyone here on their first day, and she gave her number so we could go out again. We really haven't, but I still have it." He clicked through the phone and placed it on the bar in front of . The screen shined in my face. " Bell," with a number underneath. What are you going do, be a creep and call her without getting her number from her? I hesitated. I gulped down the last of my drink and ordered another one. I was getting tipsy. Warren wasn't joking when he said they made strong drinks. "Fuck it." I pulled out my phone and put her number in. Warren grabbed my shoulder and rubbed it in a friendly way. "There ya' go." He ordered a water and told more about the company. I started blank out of our conversation. I lost track after four drinks. Normally, I wouldn't go so crazy at a bar on a work night, but Warren was paying, and he kept buying drinks. A few hours later, I checked my watch. "It's like, 9, dude. I should probably get going." Warren nodded and slid his empty glass towards the bartender. "Let's call it a night." We walked back to the parking lot at wor The huge parking lot was completely empty, save for our cars. I shook Warren's hand and thanked him for the drinks. "No problem, . See you tomorrow. Drive safe." He walked to his car, and I opened my car door & got in. The sun was bright on my face. I slowly opened my eyes & looked around. "Shit!" I yelled, immediately checking the watch on my wrist. It was 7:30. I still had an hour and a half before I had to be at wor There were still no other cars in the parking lot. I checked my face in the mirror and ran my hands through my hair. My face was sweaty and red, but I didn't look horrible. I looked down and realized I was still wearing yesterday's clothes, which wouldn't do. I made the 20 minute trek home change. When I got the office, I checked my email. There was one from Bell. No subject. "Hey, new guy. Thanks for the voicemail last night. I'm guessing you went out with Warren. That's always a good time. I hope you didn't say anything him like you said . Hope you're not feeling it too much today." I felt the blood rush from my face. Voicemail? What voicemail? I quickly dug my phone out of my pocket and checked my outgoing calls. Sure as shit, there was an outgoing call to her, around :30 pm the night before, about 30 seconds in duration. I took a deep breath and hit reply. "I am so sorry if I called you. I don't remember doing it. I'm not feeling too shabby today, actually, but I can't turn down a free drink or five. What exactly did I say in this voicemail,Almost immediately, there was a reply. "What fun would it be if I told you?" I sighed. She wasn't going to tell me a damned thing. For the next few weeks, I focused on my wor I installed some programs, did some manual labor on a few systems, cleared some hard drives. Fun stuff. On a Tuesday afternoon, I got an urgently flagged ticket from Bell. "My computer keeps freezing and something keeps popping up saying I have an older version of something and I can't continue until I download it. But when I download it, it's telling me insert the proper software disc. I need finish some paperwork for my sales report by tomorrow morning. Can you do this as quickly as possible?" I glanced at my cloc It was a little bit before four. Her computer was the fourth or fifth one I'd seen in the past few weeks that needed the company's software update. It wasn't a quick one. It was a couple hour long update that we needed install when the computer was off and everyone else was logged out of the program. I hit reply. "Unfortunately, this new update is a little complicated. I can do it, but your report will probably be late. In order install the new software, the computer needs be off and everyone needs be logged out of ComTe I've been doing these a few times a week after everyone leaves, so I can do yours tonight." I hit send and started to make a list of everyone I needed to talk to before I left. I checked the ticket before I stood up to make my rounds. "I need the sales report before Hank gets here tomorrow morning. Can I stay while you install the software and work on it when it's finished updating? I don't mind staying late." My mind went crazy with inappropriate thoughts. Alone with the sexiest girl in the office, after hours? I glanced down at my cube desk and thought of pushing her down on top of it, pulling that hair towards me as I took her from behind. I realized I was getting a little too excited, and I adjusted myself as I hit reply. "If you're okay with that, I don't mind." I hit send and walked away before she could say anything else. Five o' clock came faster than I expected. In no time, everyone had cleared out. I told Julia I'd be staying to install the new software on a computer and she nodded, handing me the spare key for the front door. It was no big deal now, as I'd done this several times before and they knew they could trust me. She locked the door behind her. I walked down the hall to the office area and paced the aisles, twirling the software disc case in my hands nervously. I found her cube and knocked on the side of the wall. "Knock knoc" I said. She turned face and smiled. "Good, you're here." She hit logoff on her computer. She had her hair down, and it hung down so the tips of it just touched where her nipples would be under her shirt. She looked younger and even sexier, especially in the dim light of the office, since a few of the lights automatically turned off. "Yep. So, I will put the software disc in, but it will take about an hour to install, just so you know." She nodded. "That's fine. I can do some of the work with the hard copies of sales reports I have." I sat down at her desk and inserted the disc. I heard her walk away. I turned to make sure she wasn't there, and I sighed heavily. I tried to focus on installing the software, but the installation wasn't difficult and I did it almost completely by habit, spending most of my thoughts on her business lady coat, buttoned in the middle so it looked like her boobs were trying to break free. Speaking of breaking free, my dick began pressing against my pants in such an uncomfortable way, I needed to stand up. I hit the last of the pre-operational check and hit start on the installation process. I had an hour to kill. I stood up and stretched, adjusting myself so my raging boner wouldn't be as noticeable. Touching it made me shiver in pleasure, and that's when I got an idea. I backed up to the entrance of Bell 's cube and looked around. She was nowhere to be seen, and I couldn't even hear her. If she stayed busy the way she had for the past half hour or so, I could easily rub one out quickly. Not to mention it'd be incredibly hot for me to come in her cube to the thought of her without her knowing. I sat back down in her chair and leaned bac The chair squeaked a bit, and I flinched. I waited a second, but heard nothing. I figured it was safe. I unzipped my jeans and my cock damn near popped out. It was so hard the veins were horribly noticeable. I hadn't often handled my own dick while it was so hard. Porn never got going this well. The risk of getting caught combined with being in the same office with a sexy woman who didn't know what I was doing was making me so rigid, it was painful. A drop of clear precum dripped from the head onto my jeans. I rubbed it off and used it as a lube to rub around the head. I had to bite my lip to avoid moaning out loud. It felt so good, I didn't think I'd last long. I gripped the whole thing as tightly as I could. Usually, such a tight grip might cause a little pain, but that night was different. Again, I pictured bending her over her desk and cupping her tight ass in my hands and just slamming into her as hard as I could. My dick jumped in excitement. I pulled my jeans to allow some room to pull my balls out. They were already pulling in closer to my body. I pulled each ball to the side slowly, inhaling deeply as I did. I knew I should make it quick, since she could come in at any moment, but at the same time, I didn't want to. I was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum and I let it drip onto the floor. The thought of her stepping in my juices day in and day out almost made me shoot my load right then. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, slowly running my palm up and down my coc I let my imagination run away with , and pictured myself doing her on every surface in the office. She was so sexy in every fantasy, that long hair tickling her nipples and her breathy gasp as I pulled a handful of it towards at the same time I thrusted deep into her. I began to slowly move my hips as if I were actually in her, when I heard a noise. "What the hell are you doing?" I dropped my dick and turned my head. Bell was standing behind me with her hands on her hips. "I, uh, I...fuc" I quickly tried shove my fully grown cock back into my jeans, but it wasn't an easy tas I fumbled around, and a few seconds felt like it was hours. I had just gotten it back in when I felt something on my shoulder. I looked the side and saw Bell 's long, peach-colored fingernails scratching along my collared shirt. "Why'd you stop?" Her voice was lower, more husky. It was sexy and seductive. I almost didn't believe my ears. "Would you like keep going?" I rubbed myself through my jeans. A wet spot started show through. "You told you would. In your voicemail." She placed her other hand on my other shoulder and started massage slowly. "What else did I say in this voicemail?" She leaned down and began sucking my neck, her hair falling over my chest. I grabbed a handful of it and squeezed, smelling it's fruity<b> scent. </font></b>"Do you want me tell you? Or do you want show you?" She whispered in my ear. She lightly licked up and down the curves of my ear, then bit my lobe softly and tugged. "Mmm." I moaned. "Show ." I spun the chair around look at her. She was no longer wearing her black button-down jacket. She was wearing a tight, pink-ish shirt that made her tits look so round. Her shirt came down to just the top of her black pencil skirt. I wanted to rip the skirt off. I looked up and she was looking down at me, over the tops of her frames, biting her lip. I couldn't handle it anymore. I grabbed both of her legs and pulled her onto me, so she was straddling my lap. I could feel the heat from her pussy even through my pants. I pushed one hand through the back of her hair and pulled her head towards my mouth. Her lips were thick and soft, and she used her tongue just as much as I used mine. She tasted salty and delicious, and I couldn't get enough of her. I ran my hands up and down her back, lifting her shirt in the process. I pushed her shoulders away from me a bit so that I could look at her in just her black bra and black skirt. "Fuc I've been fantasizing about this since my first day." She smiled and reached one hand back unhook her bra. "I know." She said, as her bra fell the floor, and her round, perky breasts finally broke free. She put her arms around my neck and leaned forward, allowing the perfect position suck her perfectly pink nipples. They weren't huge boobs, but they weren't small. They fit excellently in my hands. I licked around one nipple while I grabbed and pulled her other boob. She moaned quietly, and it revved up even more. I pressed my throbbing cock into her through our clothes. She pulled away from and unzipped my jeans. "You are big, you weren't lying." She smiled at over her frames and pulled me out. "I don't lie. Do you know that you drive me insane when you look at me over the rims of your glasses like that?" I grabbed her neck and pulled her again. Her slender fingers wrapped around the base of my dick and slowly moved up and down. Her skin was so soft and cool against my hot skin, it made feel close. "Stop." I lifted her up and placed her on the ground. I turned to her desk and cleared out a small spot. I turned to her and lifted her skirt up just a little bit, so I could see the underside of her round, gorgeous ass. She reached over and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down so that my cock sprung up from the clothing. She bent over and shoved half of in her mouth, swirling her tongue around and around. If her mouth was this warm and amazing, I didn't even know if I could stand the way her pussy would feel. When I was dripping wet with my own precum and her delicious spit, she pulled away and stared at . "Over my desk, right?" She tilted her head and smiled knowingly. "The voicemail?" I asked, laughing. She nodded. I stepped behind her and pushed her back down onto the desk, so her breasts were pressed against it. Her back was long and bent, making her ass look even more round from inside her black skirt. The desk was just a little short, so I pulled the wheeled chair behind her and made it as low as it would go. I got on it on my knees and it was perfect. I grabbed her hips and pulled her thong to the side, and pulled myself into her. I slid right in. I moaned loudly at the feeling. She was tight, but she was so wet, there was no difficulty getting into her. I thrust slowly a few times, out all the way and then back in, to fully feel how warm and comfortable she was. The walls of her pussy squeezed me tighter each time I did. I felt the blood pulse through me, and I knew I was close. I was proud of myself for even lasting as long as I had. I reached around to finger her clit. She moaned softly and began breathing heavier. Her pussy suddenly started to tighten and loosen quickly, and I could tell she was about to come. I tightened my grip on her hip bones and thrust as hard as I could. She yelled out and tightened around me so hard I knew I couldn't last much longer after it. I slapped her ass right as I was about to come, and she sighed in pleasure. "I'm going to come." I sighed, leaning forward and resting my elbows on her back, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Mmm, I like to hear that." She said, moving one hand back and using it to grab my balls. I yelled out in surprise, and that sensation finished me off. I thrust as hard as I could, causing the cubicle walls to shake. I thrust quick and hard as I emptied my balls into her hot pussy. "Ahhh." I laid my forehead on her bare bac "Was it just like you imagined?" She stood up and adjusted her skirt back down to where it should be. I looked at her intentional over-the-frames gaze, hair hanging down to her hard nipples, and beautiful big smile. Her round boobs exposed, her curvy hips leading into her tight skirt, covering her round ass and her heels digging into the cheap office carpeting. I looked around at the silent cube and then at the desk where we had just fucked, and the dialog box on the computer with the green-outlined button that said, 'Installation Process Complete.' And I said, "Better." |
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