Late night in the laboratory

To the geneticist. 

Sally was stuck in the lab, well past ten at night. But she was nearly done. Nearly. Until she pushed her chair back, not knowing that her computer's power cable had wrapped around its legs...

“Hey. I thought you were going out to the pub quiz.”

“I was. Then the plug pulled out and I lost all my data. A whole day’s worth.”

“Fuck. Didn’t it autosave?”

“No, it didn’t fucking autosave, because this computer is from the fucking Triassic era.”

“You’re sure there’s no backup?”

“No, there is no backup.” she repeated mechanically, trying to block him out.

“Let me take a look.” he said, moving over confidently.

I want to scream, thought Sally. Then she saw Ed’s horrified face and realised she actually had.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Look, are you ok?”

She shook her head. “It’s this deadline, and collecting this sodding data, and the talk at the conference...”

“You should go home. Sleep. Take tomorrow off.” Sally gave a shriek of sarcastic laughter. Ed started giggling too.

"OK, I know I can't convince you to do the sensible thing and go home, but maybe I can help you feel better." Sally felt his slim, strong fingers on her shoulders, squeezing gently and touching her sensitive skin. She couldn't help sighing at the feeling of relaxation flooding her body. He continued, stroking her neck and up over her scalp, now releasing a quiet moan from deep within her. He moved back to her shoulders. She leaned forward in the chair, giving him full access to her back, which was as erogenous as many women's breasts. Ed smiled unseen, knowing that the woman was putty in his hands. He stroked right down her back, leaned forward, and kissed her nape, so gently she thought she might have imagined it. When he moved on to nibbling at her ear, she chuckled but made no move to stop him. Perhaps it wasn't the done thing, allowing one of the postdocs to run his tongue around one's auricles while his hands explored her body, but she had had a hard day and bloody well deserved a bit of pleasure.

She swung round and whispered, "Sit on my lap." He was nothing loath, wrapping his legs around her and bringing his smiling face to meet hers. They simply held each other for a moment, before Sally kissed his full lips, gently at first, but answering his passion with her tongue and teeth. He ran his fingers through her hair and took out the hair elastic holding it in a painfully tight bun, allowing her thick, wavy auburn hair to flow free. He massaged her scalp, gently with his fingertips, eliciting more moans of relief. She allowed herself to fully relax in his arms, reminding herself that this wasn't exactly a lab full of workaholics and nobody else was around at this hour.

Ed continued to kiss her, now delicately, now fiercely, while he undid the first few buttons of her conservative blouse. Sally groaned internally as she realised she was wearing her least sexy white granny bra, but he ignored it entirely, pushing the cups down to access her small, round tits. He admired her bosom, running his fingers lightly over the hardening, pale pink nipples. Then he bent his head and took one between his lips, creating a vacuum to stretch and pull the nipple into his mouth. Sally felt her cunt clenching, and she moaned encouragingly, sliding her hands up under his amusing t shirt and stroking his firm back. In clothes, he didn't look particularly special, but it seemed like he might really be something skyclad. Also, Ed's bulging crotch had not gone unnoticed: Sally couldn't believe she was actually considering fucking this man right in the laboratory, for the Flying Spaghetti Monster and anybody else who came along to see, but she felt utterly disinclined to stop what she was doing. She placed a hand on his cock, feeling him throb through his trousers, and unzipped him.

His cock sprang out, not enormous but certainly big enough, engorged with blood and twitching slightly with his pulse. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked experimentally; he moaned and moved her hand away.

"Fuck, stop that or the show's over."

"The show must go on," she replied. That doesn't make any sense her sensible self muttered rebelliously, but that part of her was being firmly ignored tonight. She stood up, pushing him off her lap, and onto another spinning office chair in the microscope room. She hiked up her skirt, revealing her thankfully cute knickers (why today of all days had she put on her emergency bra?) noting the gleam in his eyes as she did so. She pulled them down slowly, revealing her red haired pussy to Ed's delighted gaze. She dug in her handbag, and pulled out a condom. She threw the wrapper in the dustbin— let somebody find that in the morning— and sheathed his cock. Then she straddled him, reversing their previous position, and applied his glans to her introitus. He pushed in, raising his hips upwards, holding her by the waist.

The feeling of his cock sliding deep inside her eased the last of whatever stress Sally was feeling. She grinned at the sight of his blissed out face, as he pushed deep into her. He lined up his thumb with her clit, and pulled her nipple back into his mouth.It took surprisingly little of this treatment to push her over the edge. Ed felt her clenching him painfully tight, and adjusted his pace to her rhythm, heightening her orgasm, his eyes fixed on hers as they swam back open.

Having satisfied his lady, he bent her over the bench ("I've always wanted to do this" he growled) and started slamming into her from behind, hard and fast, making her cry out so loud that anybody in the surrounding complex might hear. She was well past caring though, as she concentrated on making him cum as hard as he could. He gave a shuddering gasp, gave a few final thrusts, and finally came to rest upon her. He pulled out, suddenly embarrassed, quickly discarded the condom and rearranged his clothing. Sally had no such compunction. She couldn't remember a time when she felt so carefree.

"You know, I think I will go home and relax. Want to come back for a nightcap?"