Chapter 5

Tuesday November 10

Oh what a dream! What a sex dream! If I could only have dreams like that regularly, I wouldn’t need to bother with guys and all the complications they bring.

In my dream I was working for some spy agency when my coworker asked me for help. The guy was a tall, well-built, with dark swept hair, glasses, and a little bit of sexy stubble. Hunky, with a sort of Clark Kent vibe. We were both newbies on the job - maybe interns or something - so we both felt a lot of pressure to prove ourselves.

“Lexi, can you help me?” the guy asked. “I’m supposed to determine whether these photos are real or fake, but the software is inconclusive.” He showed me some pictures of a couple having exotic sex.

“Hmm, I’m not sure,” I said. “What does your experience tell you?”

“That’s the problem,” he explained. “I’m a virgin - I don’t have any experience. The lighting looks good, the depth of field is right. But are those things they’re doing in the picture even possible?”

“I don’t really know,” I said. “Let’s test them.”

So then we were kissing. It felt so nice. He hiked up my skirt and grabbed my ass. I loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and stroked his abs through his undershirt. I helped position his hands where I wanted them - the back of my neck and the small of my back - and then he dipped me. I’ve never been dipped in real life.

A moment later we entered the sauna, wearing nothing but towels - because why wouldn’t a computer forensics lab have an attached sauna? The guy loosened my towel and took it. His eyes grew wide when he saw my body. I smiled with pride. Then he removed his own towel. His cock was already stiff, and - I can’t explain it - there was something just sort of marvelous about it.

I watched as the guy tied our two towels and one more together into a circle. He stepped in close to me and held me. My blood quickened. He put the towel loop over us, hanging from his neck down around my butt. I cooed and wrapped my arms around him as he touched my shoulders.

The guy inched us backward and then adjusted the towel beneath my butt. When he pulled back, there was tension on the towel contraption, and my ass was held like a swing set. Holding my arms, he lowered me down so that my head and shoulders were resting one of the sauna’s benches. My lower body was comfortably suspended by the towel swing, my crotch smearing wetness all over his balls.

I grabbed the bench to anchor myself. At the same time, the guy pulled his hips back, taking aim to penetrate me with his cock. His face was one of serious concentration. I was looking back on him with a giggle and a smile.

He made his move with the tiniest, gentlest strokes. Impossibly slowly my body let him in. I groaned at the feeling of being filled up. After a good long wonderful while, his cock was deep in my pussy.

That’s when he looked at me uncertainly. Maybe he wanted reassurance, or maybe he didn’t know what to do next. “I got this,” I told him with a devilish smile.

Wrapping my legs around him gave me the leverage I needed to control the sex. I began with a cycle of pulling myself into him and upward, and then releasing. That was more than enough thrusting to make him gasp. Now his face showed wonder. Is that what guys really look like when they lose their virginity, I wonder?

I continued this back-and-forth motion while we both heated up. I moaned seductively. He gasped. His hands caressed my thighs, but it seemed like he was afraid to touch my pussy. That’s okay, it felt great.

“You ready for something different?” I teased.

The towel swing gave me plenty of range of motion, so I tried grinding my pussy into him in big circular motions. His cock was moving in and out and all around inside of me. I was able to be surprisingly vigorous without much energy at all. The guy started panting, and I moaned some more.

We were sticky with sweat and steam. I could barely see out of my glasses. That’s when an old bald guy came in and sat down on another bench, wrapped in a towel. He was our boss.

“How’s that project coming?” the boss asked in a casual tone.

“We’re researching it right now,” the guy said, still panting. “I’ll have a report for you this afternoon.”

“Excellent. Nice initiative,” the boss said, seemingly unbothered by the couple having sex a few feet away.

The guy and I smiled at each other and I kept fucking him. “Touch my clit,” I suggested.

He tentatively moved his hand toward my center. His hand came to rest on my mound and then his thumb ever-so-gently brushed my clit. Within seconds I was crying out and coming, the regular shaking of my body magnified by the swing contraption.

Almost immediately the guy started groaning too. I could feel every bit of semen he was pumping into me as we came in unison. Five, six, seven spurts and the guy kept coming. Ten, twenty, thirty spurts, and the guy kept coming! At first the unbelievable volume of liquid made me feel even more full. Soon, my pussy had more come than it could handle, and it started leaking out, covering my ass and his thighs, and dripping into a pool on the floor.

The boss got up and left the sauna while the guy and I were still coming and moaning.

I kept grinding and the guy kept pumping out more sticky white fluid. It was bliss.

Maybe it would have ended on it’s own - who knows? Instead I awoke with a jolt for no reason. I had overslept. Looking at the clock revealed that I had already missed Linear Algebra.

Thanks for the memories, unnamed nerdy hot guy. I hope your research impressed the boss.

Thursday November 12

Juliet had called yesterday, asking if I would meet her for dinner today. The place she picked out was a nice Italian place. Too nice, maybe - I felt under-dressed when I got there.