Instant messaging tryst

I was waiting for my code to compile. OK, that’s a lie. I had been banging my head against my code for most of the morning trying to iron out the bugs, but new errors kept springing, hydra like, from my corrections. I’d been driven into procrastination. I logged into chat and looked to see who was available.

me:  yo

A small delay, then:

Penny: hey. How’s it going?

me: This code might be the death of me. I’m looking for interesting ways to procrastinate; ideas?

Penny: porn?

me:  Ha ha. Somehow I don’t think that a screenful of mutton flaps would delight my officemates.

Penny: mutton... flaps? :/

me: I could have used a worse synonym. Anyway, I’m bored, entertain me.

Penny: only boring people get bored :p

me: Guilty, I guess...

Penny: sooo.... what have you been up to?

me: Staring at this screen. Forever.

Penny: Did you see the pics from the party on Saturday?

me: Yep. [a fairly tame do at a faculty member’s home; I left early]

Penny: this one?

I clicked, to see Penny as I had never seen her before. Her dark hair soaked and clinging seal-slick to her skin, a little smirk of triumph on her face. Not to mention completely naked. She’s more or less as I pictured her; amber skin covering shapely flesh, her breasts slight in size but each looking like they’d fit into the palm of my hand. I feel blood throb into my cock, and soon I had to adjust my posture to conceal my arousal.

me: no, I haven’t. oh my god.

Penny:  So what happened: I met a guy there who was on the swim team of a rival college.

He started talking shit, then he challenged me to swim a length of the pool underwater

When he came out he’d taken his suit off and started windmilling.

I guess it was all an excuse to get naked.

So I dove in. Did two laps, underwater. Then came out to applause. He didn’t mention nudity as part of the bet, but, well, I thought why not? Getting out of a bikini underwater is more impressive than just taking off your shorts.

Yeah, that pic didn’t make it to facebook.

me: fukcing hell penny...

I usually pride myself on my perfect typing, but she had provoked me beyond reason.

Penny: so, I guess I discovered I’m an exhibitionist... ;)

And I met a couple of other members of his swim team who weren’t douches

me: Yeah?

Penny: and we found a spare bedroom...

Me and the girl 69d while the guy watched for a bit, then he fucked me while she ate me out :)

Ahhh :) afterwards I felt totally relaxed.

The opposite to me, then. I hoped I could transport this erection to the toilets undetected, to get rid of it. Part of my arousal came from picturing Penny behaving so far out of character. She’s usually so quiet and dignified, with an underlying sharp wit I adore. Besides that, up till now, I hadn’t known anything about her. I tucked my cock under my belt where it pulsated insolently, took a breath, and walked towards the bathrooms.

I spotted her after she saw me, striding, swaggering really, to the same destination from the other end of the corridor. The bathrooms in our building are all unisex; stalls each have their own washbasin, connected by a common hallway. So there was nothing unusual about us entering the corridor together, where we stepped unseen into the same cubicle.

My lips and hands seem magnetised towards the woman I had seen in the photograph. I could feel her smiling into the kiss, her hands sliding under my shirt to caress my back. I pushed her against the wall and dug my hard cock into her leg. I knew it would hurt her; I wanted the bitch to see what she’d done to me. She bit my lower lip and pulled away, running her teeth over my flesh, and forced her hand between our bodies, undoing my trousers and pulling my cock free. I reciprocated, by unbuttoning her blouse and yanking down the cups of her bra. Her plum coloured nipples were as hard as my cock, and I drew a satisfying gasp from her as I sucked one into my mouth. The warmth against my lips was delicious. I reached under her conservative, knee length skirt, and stroked her mound under layers of underwear and tights. Her grasp on my cock was driving me mad. I located the beginning of a little hole at the seam of her tights and tore it wider, pulled her knickers aside and slid my fingers between her lips, feeling her heat and wetness, then slid higher to feel her clit throb against my fingertips.

She got the message, straddling me, and pulling a condom out of her cardigan pocket. She sheathed me expertly and stood, manoeuvering the tip of my cock to her opening. I felt myself slowly engulfed in her, her flesh sucking in around me until I was surrounded by her heat. I found her clit with my thumb and closed my eyes, praying I would last long enough to please her. As she began to rock her thighs, she grunted, repositioned my hand a little, and squeaked as though stifling a scream.

When I opened my eyes again, hers had closed. One hand was on her nipple, her other was on my chest, exploring my chest under my shirt, alternately stroking and scratching, pausing to pinch at my own nipple. I pushed her hand away; I was close enough as it was. I began to move my thumb on her clit rather than just allowing her to rock it at her own pace, and was soon rewarded by a quickening of breath. Her cunt squeezed me harder and harder, then I felt her muscles fluttering around me as she gasped and spasmed and ran her nails into my chest. My balls bunched against my body as I took in the sight of her. When I came, I bit my lip so hard to stay quiet that I tasted blood.

She stood, rebuttoned herself, checked herself in the mirror, and smoothed her hair. She glanced down at her ruined tights and simply took them off, putting them in the bin. She smiled at me, cheekily squeezing the tip of her tongue between her teeth, and left, silently, leaving me in the wreckage of my own preconceptions.

I returned to my desk, and entered my password. I realised I had left with the chat log on the screen; I glanced around, but my officemates seemed oblivious to what had happened. I tried to get back to work, and actually made a little progress, but the notification ping sounded again and I rapidly alt-tabbed back to the chat window.

Penny: I’d like that to happen again.

me: most definitely.

Penny: On one condition...

never say “mutton flaps” again.

A harsh proviso, but one I was willing to accept.