I work as a data processor for a small company here in the suburbs. It’s not a terribly taxing job; you just have to know the procedures for changing data packs, running tapes and reestablishing links. What I like best about it is that I work the overnight shift — I get in at eleven at night, and for several hours I am the only person in the entire building. The solitude is great.

There are large stretches of downtime while I’m on duty. I just have to keep my eye on the computer screens in case there’s a breakdown. During this time I read a great deal. Every time I get a new copy of Variations, I read it at my little command station. Sometimes the letters get me so hot that I have to take matters into my own hand and jerk off right there.

That was the situation last night. I was reading along and getting quite a hard-on. I undid my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing to freedom. I grasped my hardness firmly in my right hand, as my left hand was holding the magazine, and set to stroking.

I was lost in sexual bliss when I sensed someone watching me. I looked up to see — that it was Liz. What a sight I must have made: my pants around my ankles, Variations in one hand and my beet-red cock in the other. In my haste to cover up and put things back to normal, I nearly fell out of my chair. Liz chuckled and told me to take it easy.

I should tell you that Liz is a computer programmer at the company and one of the women I think about when I masturbate. More than once she has stalked my erotic dreams. She has the type of body that renaissance sculptors would have loved to use for a model — large, round breasts, a narrow waste, gently curving hips, and legs that looked right at home in high-heeled boots. I stammered out of something like “What are you doing here!” as I attempted to zip up my pants without hurting my dick.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to put in some extra work. I’m sorry I interrupted.” She was smiling. Her green eyes twinkling.

“I’m sorry you had to see this,” I said, trying to calm down, “I hope you’ll forget about it.”

“I’m not sorry at all," Liz said, walking toward me with a gait that had my unsatisfied cock roaring once more. “And I won’t be forgetting this for a while.” She put her hands on my thighs and unzipped my pants, returning my neglected hard-on to the light. She knelt down and began to caress my cock with a feather-light touch, gently scratching the head with her fingernails, her palm sensuously rubbing the shaft.

I was nearly apoplectic in my amazement. Here was my fantasy girl on her knees before me, my cock in her hands. But it didn’t stay in her hands for long. She flipped back her long, raven-black tresses with a toss of her head and lowered her mouth onto my erection. My natural inclination was to lean back and close my eyes, but I fought it, wanting to watch.

I carefully observed her lightly freckled face as it rose and fell above my cock. Her tongue danced on my foreskin, her nimble fingers fondled my swollen balls. Soft sounds of desire emanated from her. I was making noises of my own, groaning my approval, gently murmuring her name.

Presently she stopped and rubbed my cock over her face, looking me in the eye. “Such a lovely piece you have,” she whispered seductively. Liz held my cock straight up and took a few long licks up the length of the shaft, as if it were a popsicle. Then she lowered her face down near my sac and munched a bit on my balls while she lazily pumped my shaft. I reached out and ran my fingers through her silky hair. As my cockhead skinned itself, I thought, this is as good as life gets.

Just before Liz resumed sucking me, she said, “When you’re ready to come, I want to swallow it. Come is brain food, you know.” She giggled. I nodded affirmatively, and her lips once again encased my throbbing organ. She fellated me vigorously. Her left hand crawled across my stomach, teasingly skimming across my trembling flesh. One finger of her other hand slipped into my asshole, rotating and wiggling, sending skyrockets bursting in my head.

I came shortly thereafter, my semen spurting into her mouth with the velocity of a fighter jet, squirt after squirt, more than I’d ever shot before. Once I had subsided, she held my cock in her soft, hot mouth, and in the quiet of the computer room, I could hear the barely audible sounds of her swallowing. Then she removed my cock from her mouth with a small “pop” and looked up at me, smiling broadly, semen coating her lips.

Liz stood up and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Wow,” she said, “that was great. But I’ve got some work to do, so I’ll see you later.” She walked away but stopped at the door. “But keep a vigilant eye; I may stop by unexpectedly again sometime.”