Erotic Stories

Computerlady

Note: I didn't write this. I can't remember where I got it from but, if I
get good feedback I can post the 2 or so megs of other ones I have.

My name's Monique Yates, and I teach programming at a
local computer store. What follows is a little personal story
about me. It's very private, and definitely X-rated! If that
bothers you, don't go any further. Erase this file and forget
you ever saw it, and no harm is done.

Some how, women in the computer field have acquired the
reputation of being terribly straight laced and boring. I've
never understood why, and I've always thought it was my duty
to dispel that myth, at least to the best of my abilities.

I'm twenty-six, female, and though I'm not a raving beauty,
I'm extremely sensual looking. For starters, I'm five foot
seven, weigh 131 pounds, and have a size 42 chest. I have a 24
inch waist, my breasts look impressively large. I'm also lucky
to have a nice, tight ass and pretty nice legs.

But with my job, looking too sexy can be a real
disadvantage, so I usually dress down, covering up as best I
can. I wear my long red hair wound up in a bun on top of my
head, no make-up, loose sweaters and baggy pants. At least
that's what I wear to work.

About six months ago, I was contacted by the parents of a
eighteen year old boy named Jim Tompson. It seems he was
really interested in programming, and for some reason, his
parents wanted someone to help select a computer and software,
and then to tutor their son. The money was very attractive, so
I decided to do it. When I first met Jim, I was stunned! Not
only was he a very bright, rather shy boy; he was gorgeous.
Almost six feet tall, brown, tanned, and athletic, Jim was so
good looking I could hardly concentrate as we talked.

After they bought a loaded AT clone, I began visiting their
house two evenings a week to teach Jim to be a programmer. By
the second lesson, I desperately wanted to teach him something
else! I couldn't believe my luck when his parents told me they
were going away on vacation, a month-long cruise, but that Jim
would be staying home to continue his lessons. An aunt who
lived across town was supposed to keep an eye on things, but
Jim was pretty much on his own. They paid me in advance for
his lessons, and off they went.

The very next lesson, I knew what I wanted to do. An hour
before I was due at their home, I undressed and quickly
showered. I put on a pair of black panties and a transparent
black bra. My nipples felt full and tingly as they poked
against the cool bra cups. In seconds they were painfully
swollen, standing tall, deep red and fully erect. Slipping my
sexiest black garter belt around my waist, I fastened the
little hooks behind my back, enjoying the silky sensation. I
picked out a pair of long nylon stockings, sheer suntan in
color; the kind with real wide, dark tops. I don't know why,
but nylons always make me feel sexier and more attractive than
panty-hose.I slid the sheer stockings on, slowly smoothing
them up my well-toned legs as I fastened them to the garter
belt. My shoes were black leather high heels, cut low on both
sides. I stood in front of the mirror in my lingerie. My hair
was a golden cloud that swirled around my shoulders as I made
sure my make-up was fashion-model perfect. I felt terribly
wanton as I put on a short skirt and tightly fitted blouse,
leaving the top three buttons open.

From the minute I came in the door, Jim couldn't take his
eyes off me. His eyes instantly locked on my breasts, which
crowned subtly but were distinctly visible within my blouse. I
could hardly control myself as we worked through his lesson.
He messed up almost everything, obviously distracted by my
flirtatious attire.

When we were through, I began to implement my scheme. I
stood up, and feigning a slip, stumbled against the desk,
falling to the floor. As expected, Jim jumped to my
assistance.

"It's my right leg. I think it's just a cramp in the calf,"I
told him, "but I don't know if I can walk."

"Here, Mrs. Yates," he offered courteously, "let me help you
over to the sofa."

I leaned heavily against him, making sure that my breast
pressed warmly against his arm. I couple of phony limping
steps and I fell back onto the couch, my skirt "accidentally"
sliding up my thighs.

"You've played sports in school, haven't you, Jim," I asked.

"Sure," he answered. "Football and track."

"Well, you must have seen all sorts of injuries," I
continued."Maybe you could take a look at my leg. Just to see
if it's anything serious."

"Sure, Mrs. Yates," he replied, kneeling in front of me.

Tenderly, his fingers touched my right calf, caressing the
strong muscles through the sheer nylon of my stocking. Slowly,
I let my knees swing apart, giving Jim a clear view all the
way to my black panties. Seconds later, as he lightly massaged
my calf,I saw him peeking up my skirt.

"Do you think my leg's all right?" I asked.

"I don't think it's anything serious, Mrs. Yates," he said,
taking another peek at my private spot.

"Jim!" I said sternly. "What are you looking at?"

"N.n.nothing," he stammered.
"You were looking up my skirt, young man," I said with mock
anger, "weren't you?"

Jim said nothing. He just looked down at the floor.

"Would you like a better look?" I asked, my voice like
melting butter.

I didn't wait for an answer. I stood up, my tingling love
grotto just inches from Jim's head. I stood there, with my
feet wide apart, my ankles flexed on my high heeled shoes.
Bending down, I slowly pulled up my skirt, raising the hem to
my waist. Jim simply stared. I don't think he'd ever seen a
woman wearing a garter belt and stockings.

"I think these stockings make my legs and ankles look really
sexy," I said, boldly turning around so he could see me from
all angles. "Don't you think so?" I asked.

"Oh, Mrs. Yates!" Jim gasped, ogling my stocking-sheathed
legs.

"I love the way they make my thighs feel," I told him,
sliding my hands over the glistening nylon covering my legs.

"M..Mrs. Yates," Jim stammered, getting to his feet and
backing away.


"I don't think we should be doing this. I don't want to get
into any trouble."

"Don't worry, Jim," I purred reassuringly. I walked toward
him, my stockings sizzling as I did. Jim just stood there,
unable to move. I dropped my skirt, moving my hand boldly to
my pupil's inner thigh, skimming lightly, appraisingly, over
the solid pouch between his legs. My finger tips traced the
warm,rigid length of his masculinity, making Jim tremble.

"You .... uh .... shouldn't be doing that, Mrs. Yates," he
said half heartedly.

"It's O.K. Jim. Why don't you take your clothes off for
me," I whispered hoarsely, my hand between his thighs.

Jim had no idea what to do, so he slowly began stripping
himself, shirt first, then pants. I could see his
self-consciousness as he dropped his pants, his penis standing
out in full naked erection, a long, thick pole of throbbing
flesh and blood. We stared into each other's eyes. I reached
down and took his hands, and placed them on my breasts.
Hesitantly, he began to knead my flesh through my blouse and
bra. I unbuttoned my top slowly, moaning a little as I slipped
the fabric over my skin. I reached around and unhooked my bra,
uncovering my large, firm breasts. The nipples were an angry
pink, swollen, hard.
Then I undid the button at the waist of my skirt, slowly
unzipped the side, and then turned around, my back to Jim. I
lowered my skirt over my buns and bent over to remove it
completely. When I stood backup, I was naked except for my
panties, my stockings,and my high heeled shoes. Before he knew
what was happening, I was examining Jim's spectacular young
peter. His cock was standing straight up, deep red, and I
began to slide my finger tips along the shaft, touching the
soft skin ever so lightly. At the same time, I reached between
his beefy thighs and palmed his balls. I'd only been touching
him for a minute or two when he started to reathe
exceptionally deep and fast. "Oh, Jesus," I heard him grunt.
"I can't hold back any longer. It's just too much. I'm going
to come!"

For a moment, I looked fondly at the contorted expression
on his face, then his virile prick was jerking wildly in my
hand. I felt Jim's thick hot semen spurting all over my
fingers.

"Oh, my God! Look at it, Jim! God, you're coming so much,"I
gasped. Running my fist up and down his spewing cock fast and
hard, I pumped even more of his semen from his virile young
body,until he begged me to stop. Happily, I licked my fingers,
devouring every last drop of his fluid. Then I guided Jim's
hand to my groin. Instinctively, he slipped his hand inside my
panties and quickly located my moist opening.

"That feels so good!" I exhaled as he slowly probed my
lustful sex tunnel.

He began to slide his middle finger in and out, and I loved
the stimulation. He soon had two fingers, then three buried
deep inside my horny cunt. I bit my lower lip every time I
felt my orgasm flaring up. Several times I was on the verge of
coming, and held back, but then I lost control. My body
exploded in orgasm as I screamed with satisfied lust. "Oh
baby, do it to my pussy! Push your hand all the way inside me.
I'm coming! Please! Don't stop!"

I had three quick, shattering orgasms in a row, and I felt
like I was going to pass out. I practically fell over, and
when I finally stopped shaking, and turned to Jim and kissed
him lightly on the cheek. Silently, I had him lie down on his
back on the thickly carpeted floor. I slid my damp panties
down my legs and off, then knelt next to Jim on the floor.

Jim's phallus drooped lazily to the left, showing no sign
of the size and vigor it had only minutes before. I reached
over and lightly caressed his spongy penis with the finger
tips of my right hand. He jumped the instant my fingers made
contact with his resting organ.

He spread his thighs, and I reached for his hanging love
spheres. The tips of my fingers barely touched his gonads when
I heard Jim gasp. I felt his balls writhe against my finger
tips, as I repeatedly brushed at them. My eyes burned as I
watched his penis begin to straighten and elongate.

I curled my fingers around his thickening shaft and lightly
milked his shaft, real slow and easy, tantalizing him.
Virility was pumping back into his shaft, bringing back his
raging erection, if anything more awesome than before. Jim
trembled and moaned as I massaged his growing organ.

Lowering my head to his groin, I exhaled hotly as I lay the
tip of his manhood on my lower lip, extending my tongue so
that I could tease the small little hole into giving me its
pearl. "Oh, my God!" he moaned. "Oh, my God!"

I let my tongue travel in tiny circles, teasingly,
gradually centering in on his most sensitive spot. And when I
got to that tender ridge, Jim just stopped breathing, and his
entire body tightened up. Opening my mouth a little more, I
took his whole length in my mouth. Right down to his hairy
root!

I closed my lips around the base and held absolutely still
for just a second as a chill ran down my spine. I rubbed my
thighs together, massaging my burning pussy, nearly climaxing
again from the excitement.


Jim enlarged rapidly inside my warm sucking mouth until he
was pushing against the back of my throat. I began to gag,and
I had to withdraw, letting his now turgid spire slide
gradually from my lips.

Slowly, shakily, I stood up, straddling Jim's flat,powerful
hips with my widely spread feet. From a position towering
above his reclining body, I squatted down and grasped his
pulsing cock in my hands, guiding it to my pussy. I held my
cunt above him just an instant, rubbing the head of his cock
between the blonde-haired lips of my pussy. And then I pushed
down.

He entered my cunt very, very slowly, filling me with his
hardness, stretching the already lubricated walls of my pussy.
I sat erect on his belly, my head thrown back, my spine in
inverted curve, and I could feel his hardness slipping up into
my body. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing against
the sticky passageway.

He was like a long thick fire being swallowed by my body,
along thick hardness moving deeper and deeper up my cunt. I
pushed all the way down, as hard as I could, and I found
myself sitting on his lap. His cock, that powerful, merciless
shaft was buried to the hilt inside my cunt.

I began to ride him. I say I rode him because he did
nothing but lie there under me, his penis standing straight up
like a deeply rooted tree. Gingerly, balancing on my steep
heels, I put my hands on my knees and began to raise and lower
my pelvis. I was literally doing deep-knee bends. And Jim was
sliding all the way in, and almost all the way out of me as I
moved up and down.

I flexed my hips again and again, up and down, an orgasm
building like a crescendo between our bodies. When the energy
was screaming, shrilling throughout my body, when it could be
denied no further by either of us, I quickly disengaged and
turned my body around. I pushed my pussy lips into his face.
Jim had no idea how to respond, but he instinctively began to
lap at my tender flesh. His tongue stabbed forward, rasping
over my clitoris. What he lacked in experience, he made up
with enthusiasm. He licked me from clit to cunt-hole, driving
himself up into my body as our orgasms exploded.

At the same time, I closed my lips around his cock as he
began to ejaculate. His thick hot sperm splattered into my
mouth and I swallowed every drop of it, swirling my tongue
across the head of his cock. Mrs. Yates he whispered "You have
the nicest teeth I have ever come across!".