COMPUTER TRAINING

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.

Somehow, 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 pantyhose. 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-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 okay 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 back up, 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 reach 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 cumming 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 cumming, 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 
cumming! 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!"