Computer Fun

 mf


He signed online to check his e-mail, and he was surprised to see her
online.

"Hello, lover," the words appeared on his screen, and he smiled. "Feeling
horny today?"

"You know I'm at work," he typed back.

"Of course I know. I can picture you sitting at your desk in your little
cubicle, typing into your notebook. Can you picture me, sitting here at home
in front of my PC, wearing nothing but a sheet?"

His fingers twitched nervously over the keyboard. "What color sheet?"

"Black." There was a pause. "My skin looks so pale against the black
sheet.... It's wrapped so unevenly, so sloppily, my left thigh is completely
uncovered. Why, if I breathe too hard, it would probably fall right off!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picturing her sitting at her
computer, wrapped in a sheet. Legs parted, her thigh bare, probably her hip
showing a bit. The swell of her breasts, straining against the sheet.... He
stifled a groan. His pants were getting tight.

"I'd love to be there, unwrapping that sheet, sucking on your beautiful
breasts." He adjusted his pants, trying to take some of the pressure off his
growing cock. "You little tease! You've made my cock so hard."

"HeeHeeHee! Do you think that's what I was trying to do?" He could easily
picture her laughing out loud. "Ooops! The sheet just fell off!"

"YES!!!!" he typed, grinning broadly.

"Too bad you can't reach through the monitor. My nipples are standing out so
hard... so red. They're just begging to be pinched. Don't you wish you could
pinch them?"

"You are wicked."

"Thank you. Sorry if my typing seems to be slower. I'm typing one handed
now."

"One handed? Why."

"Why do you think?" She paused. "Because the other hand is busy rubbing my
wet pussy. What do you think about that?"

No amount of shifting was going to make his pants loose around his cock. He
was so hard, his cock was throbbing. He hoped the precum wasn't leaving a
wet stain on his slacks. "Are you having fun?" he asked.

"Mmmm..... not as much fun as I would be having if you were here. If it were
your fingers pinching my clit, or you cock thrusting inside my wet pussy."

"Just you wait until I get home," he typed. "You will be feeling those
things. With a vengeance!"

"Really? Will you push me down on the couch and plunge into me? Bend me over
the table and pound your cock in and out of me from behind? Or drag me down
on top of you, so I can ride your cock until you cum deep inside me?"

"OH!" He spoke out loud, then bit down on his lip to silence himself. The
thought of her sliding down on top of his hard cock, her wet pussy clutching
at him, riding him up and down was almost more than he could bear. Having
her on top, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, clutching her
ass. Breathing deeply, he forced himself to be calm.

"Maybe you should leave today at quitting time," she typed. "Don't stay any
longer than you have to."

He glanced at his watch. It would be at least half an hour before,
logistically, he could leave. A very long half-hour. "I won't stay long," he
promised. "And when I get home, I plan on doing many things to you. All
night long."

"I can hardly wait," she typed. "Good bye for now, my love."

He logged off, closing the lid to his notebook. A whole half-hour to kill.
Then he could go home and make love to her.... He groaned. He had to stop
this, he had to concentrate on other things to make this half-hour
productive.

He accomplished nothing the rest of the work day