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Subject: {ASSM} "Gotcha!" by artie (FM, mast, stroke)
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Gotcha!
(c) Copyright 2000 by artie@netgate.net
This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior
express written permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive
comments. Enjoy.
I knew when the windows opened on my computer screen that I
had him. I'd been trying to figure out how to get his attention for
a while, but now I knew how -- he'd given me the answer. This was
going to be kinky, and fun. Kev, I've got you.
I'd been after Kevin for a while, since Carl left the
company, and since I saw Kevin take down the pictures of a girlfriend
from his cube. Kevin and I are both about the same age, single,
started for the company about the same time and had the same stock
options. He ran the database side of our web presence, and I handled
the server stuff.
I knew he wasn't gay -- besides the pictures in his cube.
I'd watched Peter come on to him at a Friday beer bash, and watched
Kev's reaction -- backing away. I thought that would give me a good
chance. Maybe I'd been too forward at a beer bash a few weeks ago--
pushing him up against the wall with my breasts. He'd responded
well, but somehow things didn't progress.
I don't know why I've got my sights set on Kev anyway. I
mean, there are plenty of other guys in the company, and a few have
shown interest in me. One of the desktop support geeks practically
drools every time I walk by. I know I'm not skinny, but I still
think I'm damn fine looking. A little on the Goth side, but hey,
that's fashion.
I'd been trying to get some goodies on the eBay internet
auction site, and just didn't seem to have the knack. Then I
remembered who always seemed to be watching eBay -- Kevin.
"Hey Kev," I asked him one afternoon, "You have any hacks for
tracking stuff on eBay?"
He looked up from his screen and gave me sort of a smile. I
leaned over, putting my elbows on his desk to give him a better look
at the tops of my tits. He took a good look, and a good breath, then
turned back to his screen. "Ah, yeah. Want me to send it to you?"
The look on his face and the way he blushed as he turned back to his
computer told me he liked the view.
"Please. I'm not getting anywhere, and figured there had to
be an easier way."
"Okay, but this is a pretty skanky hack I threw together, so
no guarantees," he told me.
"Hey, I know how that works. If it helps, I'll buy you dinner. Deal?"
He actually looked over to me and smiled. "Deal." His hands
danced on the mouse and keyboard. "You've got it. Get the latest
Java engine from Connie."
"Cool," I told him, and headed back to my cube via Connie's cubicle.
When I finally got to take a look at Kev's hack, a few hours
and a minor marketing fire-drill later, he hadn't sent me all the
files his hack needed. I walked over to his cube, but he'd split for
the day.
I couldn't get on his workstation, but.... I let myself into
the server room and used the backup system to transfer the entire
subdirectory I needed from his machine to mine. Then I went back to
my cube to try again.
And my oh my, it worked much better. It displayed all the
auctions dear Kev was watching, and there were a few. And every one
of them was for the same kind of merchandise. Furs. June in
Phoenix, and Kevin is looking at furs? Not just looking, but
bidding, and buying. Definitely felt like a kink to me. Hey, I'd
gone to Cornell as an undergrad -- I knew about winters, and
remembered a few very nice "study sessions" involving furs, real and
faux. God, I missed Carl.
I played another hunch. We were a startup, and folks were
too busy to track personal use of the Net, let alone go after people
for "inappropriate" use. But I knew our firewall kept very good
logs. I'd used 'em last week to crucify a personnel geek for
spreading the "Hot Resume" virus.
A few minutes and a perl hack later, I had a string of jpeg tagged
filenames that dear Kev had picked up in the last week. I didn't
have the images, and from what I could pilfer remotely from his
workstation, some of them had been copied to his removable drive.
While he'd picked up a lot of files, he'd only moved some of them off
to the cartridge. Okay, those were his keepers.
I cobbled together another perl hack to scour the newsgroup
spool for those files. I guessed they'd appear under the "alt.*"
hierarchy. Bingo.
After I pulled the first one up on the screen, I looked
around to make sure nobody else was around. Now I knew why Kev had
his cube set up the way he did -- you couldn't see what was on his
screen unless you were all the way in his cube.
His keepers had either furs or tits in them, or both. I
smiled. I definitely had tits. I could get furs. I could get
Kevin. This was going to be fun.
I set up a couple of dummy eBay accounts. With Kev's
software, and especially knowing what he was bidding on, I shouldn't
have problems.
I had fun, but I could tell Kev was bummed. He was loosing
out on things, and in the last minute or so of the auction. We both
lost out on a few things. I got a really nice fake fur bedspread for
a buck over his max. That's what started it for me. I spent almost
as much to get it professionally cleaned as I did to buy it, but the
sensations were amazing, rolling around on it, getting wrapped up in
it.
One evening I decided to wrap myself up in it really well. I
put on one of my favorite vibrating toys, adjusting the straps to
keep it in place, then rolled myself up in the spread, the control in
one hand. I turned it on low, and had a long, slow one.
I was more than a little disoriented when the phone rang --
I'd been spaced out. I turned and twisted to get the phone, but only
succeeded in getting wrapped up tighter, and nudging the control for
my buzzing friend up to high. And oh God, there was something about
being held tightly all around, squeezed, stimulated, and trying to
get out that really blew my mind -- I hadn't come like that in a
long, long time. I didn't get to the control until I'd come again,
and I came strongly a third time before I managed to get unwrapped.
Once unwrapped, it took me a while before I could move again.
Whoever called didn't leave a message. I'd like to thank them for
one hell of a ride.
There was one coat in particular that I knew Kev wanted. I
knew the max his hack would bid on it. It was a very pretty looking
full-length coat. What with that spread on my bed, and looking at
all those pictures, I was getting hot for this stuff as well. We'd
both lost out on a similar coat a few days earlier. I was going to
get this one -- for us.
We were sitting in a staff meeting, listening to a personnel
dork read slides to us describing the changes in health plans for the
next year. I kept glancing at Kev. Kev kept glancing at his watch.
He wanted out. He wanted that coat. I wanted that coat. The
auction would end in four minutes. I knew in two minutes my copy of
his hack would outbid his by five dollars -- unless he'd upped his
max in the half hour between the time I got the last copy of his
files and the meeting started. But, my hack would also outbid any
other offers that came in, up to five hundred bucks. Time passed. I
could hear him sigh from the other side of the room as the magic
moment arrived and passed.
When the meeting ended, he ran from the conference room. I'd
almost gotten to my cube when I heard him yell, "Shit!" Everyone in
the area heard him. I walked over to his cube. He pulled up another
window on his screen as I came in.
"What's the matter, sweetie?" I asked, stepping behind him,
resting my breasts on him and holding his shoulders.
He sighed. He started to move, but I held him where he was.
"Relax, sweetie -- you're too wound up."
He sighed again. "You're right. I need to take a break from
this shit. I'm taking it too seriously."
Damn right, I thought to myself. He'd bought three or four
pieces in the last few months from what I could piece together. I
knew he'd sent two back recently, flaming the seller for not
mentioning both were saturated with cigarette smoke. None were as
good, I hoped, as the one I'd just gotten -- I hoped I'd gotten it.
But for how much?
When I went back to my cube, I checked -- five bucks over his
max. I sent off a quick email to the seller, using PayPal to pay for
the coat, plus express shipping.
I "worked" from home two days later to be there for the
delivery -- most of us had high speed internet connections. I owned
a 3 bedroom townhouse near work. I knew Kev rented a similar place a
mile or two away.
God, the coat was beautiful, full length, with a soft, full
collar. I'd cranked up the air conditioning upstairs in
anticipation, taking the place to 67 degrees (OBMetric: cool enough
to crinkle your nipples).
It was a fake fur, off white, very soft and very dense. It
contrasted with the deep chocolate color of the bedspread. It was
almost new, with a faint perfumy odor to it. Very quickly I was
naked and wrapped in it. God it felt great. I got my favorite
vibrator out of my toy box, put in fresh batteries without bothering
to check the ones that were in it, and rolled on the bed.
The sensations were so luscious and creamy. I don't know how
many times I came, but it was quite a few, and every one was grand.
I was ready to call Carl, out on the West Coast, and fly him out for
the weekend, or however long it took for one of us to screw the other
silly. My God, I needed someone on top of me, and inside me.
When I finally took a break, I went back to the computer and
sent a note off to Kev, inviting him to dinner on Friday night, two
nights from then. Miracle of miracles, I got an instant message from
him ten minutes later accepting. I laughed, then went to jill off
one more time in his honor. Well, maybe twice. Get plenty of rest,
Kev -- you're going to need it.
Am I glad I had two days! I had a web to weave! And did I
get some help on Thursday. We around arguing about load balancing in
the hallway when one of the gals from marketing walked by. She's
skinny, with practically no tits, but quite the dresser -- she must
spend a fortune on clothes. She also trails a cloud of perfume. And
when she walked by Kev, I saw him close his eyes and take a deep
breath, smiling oh so nicely. I smiled as well.
"Dianne, can I ask you a question?" I asked her in her office
a bit later.
She gave me kind of a strange look. Usually she was asking
me questions, like how to turn on her computer. No, she's bright,
for a marketing geek.
"Sure, Sally, what?"
"What's the perfume you wear? It's really nice."
She laughed. "Shalimar, by Gurlain. Needless Markup has it.
Like some help with a new wardrobe?" She handed me a small
applicator out of her purse.
I took a sniff; that was it. I nodded. I knew the marketing
geeks made as much fun of what we wore as we did of them. But then
they don't find themselves pulling cables or rebuilding a fried
server on short notice. All they need is kneepads, right?
I chuckled, then thought twice about it. "Dianne, I just may
take you up on that offer."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "I'll be glad to help.
You should be running that group. A change of wardrobe would give
you better visibility to the powers that be."
I was wearing a loose-fitting top. I grabbed the fabric
underneath my breasts and pulled it back tight, showing off my
cleavage.
She laughed. "Honey, with those and your brains, you'd be
unstoppable!"
I laughed and headed back to my domain. I left work early
enough to pick up the perfume. Shit, that stuff is expensive! Over
a hundred bucks for the think she carried in her purse! I also
replaced my old terrycloth robe with something soft and sexy, and got
a very nice nightie -- it was almost as much as the perfume, but felt
really nice on my skin.
I got home in time to pick up the place enough so that the
cleaning service I was having in Friday morning would be able to find
the floors. I also added condoms and Astroglide to my shopping list
for Friday. I'd gone off the pill when Carl left. Had that been a
bad idea?
I managed to take a long bath and shave my legs. Afterwards,
some perfume in the soft collar of that coat, rolling around on the
bedspread -- wow!
Friday at work was fun. I wore my V-necked velour top with
my Phi-Beta-Kappa key on its gold chain dangling between my twin
treasures. At the bagel tray, Kevin was very appreciative of the
view. When he stepped closer, I saw him frown momentarily, then take
a breath through his nose. I'd put on some of the perfume. I smiled.
"What can I bring tonight?" he asked.
"White wine?" I suggested. I had plenty of toothbrushes from
the kits they give you on First-Class flights to Japan and Europe.
"Okay. See you at seven?"
"I hope so," I told him.
On the way home, I picked up dinner. I'd ordered a bunch of
take-out dishes from one of the best Chinese places in the area.
What the hell -- what we didn't eat I'd have during the week.
I set things up. The coat was in my bedroom closet upstairs.
I decided not to put on any more perfume until the full assault. I
put foil-wrapped condoms in each pocket of the coat. The cleaning
crew had done an amazing job. I set dishes out on the table for
dinner, programmed the CD changer, made sure dinner was warming in
the oven.
I popped upstairs to check on something, and found myself
holding that coat again, burying my face in the soft collar, the soft
collar I'd put perfume on. If I didn't stop soon, I told myself, I'd
have to change panties again. I let go of it and headed downstairs.
I traded my usual slacks for velour pants that matched my top. It
was really sensuous on the outside -- it had been one of Carl's
favorite outfits, even though I didn't seem to stay in it for very
long once we were alone. The seams and inside finish on the fabric
tended to itch after a while.
Kev showed up a few minutes early. I gave him a quick hug
and set dinner on the table. We talked shop mostly. We had a big
presentation coming up -- our estimates of traffic growth told us
we'd need to upgrade capacity in a few months, and had some long
lead-time items to deal with.
We moved into the living room with the rest of the wine he'd
brought. He looked like he'd come right from work, wearing the same
shorts and loud shirt I'd seen him wearing earlier in the day. It
was a cool inside -- I had the air conditioning cranked up.
When he asked, I pointed Kev at the downstairs bathroom. It
was time to make my move. When he came back, I told him, "Wait here
-- I've got a surprise for you."
He raised his eyebrows and smiled a little. His eyes had
been wandering all over me. I went upstairs. My clothes were off by
the time I got to my room. I sat on the toilet quickly, emptying my
bladder as I put perfume on my breasts, and then some on my mound. I
grabbed the coat, putting my face in the collar once more. I slipped
it on, holding it closed around me, and headed down the stairs.
I wish I'd dimmed the living room lights before I went up.
As I came down, I saw him on the couch, leaning forward, looking at
the latest issue of Wired on the table. Then he saw me. His mouth
fell open and he sat back. You could practically hear the "boing!"
of his cock in his pants.
"Isn't it pretty," I said as I walked up to him. I straddled
him as he sat back on the couch, letting the coat fall open so he
could see what I didn't have on underneath. Then I leaned down on
him, pulling his head to my left breast, surrounding him in the coat.
His mouth connecting with my nipple sent a jolt through me.
He moaned as he sucked on me, and I moaned as well. God, I wanted
him inside me. I held his head gently, saying, "Relax, Kev, I've got
you. I've got you." Carl loved it when I took him this way.
I pulled back from him when I felt his arms getting weak
around my waist. I was more worried that he was going to come in his
shorts, rather than inside me. He definitely looked blissed out. I
practically ripped his shorts and boxers off and got the condom on
him. I took a little more care unbuttoning his shirt and getting
that off.
Then I eased myself back down on him, taking him inside me,
and surrounding him with the coat again. He latched on to my nipple,
and his arms went around me. God, he felt so good inside me. But by
the way he was moving, I knew he was going to come before I did.
As I rocked, I felt his body stiffen underneath me. Damn. I
squeezed his head to me, moving him around, and ground down on him
harder. He moaned and started shaking. I could feel him pulse into
the condom, deep inside me. Damn. Well, that was only the first
round.
I held him and rocked, rocked, rocked. He was moaning and
barely holding on. I loved the way everything felt. I pulled his
head away from my nipple and leaned down to kiss him. He had enough
energy to kiss back. I managed to flip up part of the collar so I
could feel it too. I love the feel of that stuff against my skin.
He was slipping out of me. I sat back a bit. I tried not to
laugh, but he looked really well laid -- like how I wanted to look.
"Like my surprise, Kev? Couldn't have done it without your help."
He sighed and shivered a little.
"I've got a problem, though," I told him.
He moved his head a little, and blinked a few times. "God,
Sally -- that was incredible."
I smiled. "Yeah, so how'd you like to go upstairs with me
and get me off?"
He frowned a little, but smiled and nodded.
I pulled his head back into the collar of the coat. He
moaned. "Kev, no problem -- I just need some help, that's all. What
do you say?"
He squeezed me, and from the way he was moving his head, he
was after a nipple again. I slipped out of his grasp and stood up.
He held me, his arms around the coat, burrowing his face into it.
Surprisingly, he worked his way inside the coat and started kissing
my belly, then started to move down -- very encouraging. I stepped
back a bit, pulling him to his feet, and pulling him up to kiss me.
I liked the way he ran his hands over me.
"I'll do anything you say," he told me between kisses.
"Let's go upstairs, lover," I whispered to him.
I led him upstairs by the hand, stopping him at the guest
bathroom. "Why don't you take a stop here, and join me down the
hall."
In response, he slid both hands inside the coat, one going to
a breast, and the other to my thatch, and pressed me against the
hallway for another kiss. Then he ducked into the bathroom.
I turned on the bedroom lights dim, tossed the coat on the
bed, and spread out on top of it on my back. I grabbed the little
perfume sprayer and added some more to my breasts and my mound.
Kev came into the room and stopped a few feet from the bed,
laughing softly.
I looked up at him and said, "Eat me until I scream."
He leaned forward, grabbing the coat under me. He closed his
eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, moaning and smiling as
he exhaled. Then he pulled me and the coat to the foot of the bed,
so my legs started slipping off the edge.
I don't know who taught him, but she taught him well. He put
my legs over his shoulders and dived in. He soon had me screaming,
moaning, coming, and coming, and coming.
"Condoms?"
What was that? It took me a moment to drift back to earth.
Kev was above me smiling. I felt much, much better. Then he dived
down to my left nipple. The shock helped. I held his head, and told
him, "Gentle, please -- but don't stop."
I didn't think I'd have to worry about that. We'd moved back
up on the bed. I held his head with one hand and grabbed the coat
with the other, wrapping us in it. I felt his cock hot and hard on
my leg. He'd wanted a condom, that was it.
He was still pretty energetic, squeezing me and sucking on
me. I knew how to fix that. I held him, with one hand on the back
of his head, holding him to me and moving his head a little as I
rolled more on top of him. He moaned more. "I've got you," I
whispered to him. After a minute or two, I had him under control.
His arms were draped over me, barely hanging on. His hips had
started to move against me. He was making soft noises, and his
sucking had shifted gears.
I pulled away with a plop. He whimpered, eyes closed. I
shook my head to clear it a little. I took one of the sleeves of the
coat and brushed him lightly with it, making him moan and twitch. I
got a condom out of the pocket.
He was hard and hot, and looked a little bit better equipped
than Carl. His eyes opened and he gasped as I danced my short
fingernails on the insides of his hips. I got the condom on him, and
swung my hips over him.
"Ready, lover?" I asked, looking into his dazed eyes. I slid
on to him, and his head went back and his eyes closed. I rocked
around, feeling him fill me.
I pulled the coat to us, putting part of it on top of him,
putting part of the collar on his face. I leaned down and forward,
reaching over his head. I grabbed a pillow and pulled it under his
head, propping him up a bit. I sat up and one of my hands raced to
my button while the other went for a nipple. I was very close. I
felt his hands around my waist, and felt him pulling himself into me
deeper as I rode him.
I was at the edge. I leaned forward and took his head,
pulling him to my left breast again. He started moaning as he
sucked, bucking underneath me, and carrying me over the edge. His
rhythm shifted -- he was on the slow paradise strokes now. I helped,
slow and strong, cradling his head again, feeling him push deep into
me, pushing up against my cervix.
He started moaning more, and stiffening. I exaggerated my
strokes, still coming around him. With a moan he started pulsing
into me. I smiled, rocking on top of him, holding him to me.
"Gotcha!" I said softly.
FIN
Gotcha!
By artie@netgate.net
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