Before I tell you the details, let me tell you about myself. I’m 5’7” and the important measurement everyone is always so concerned out is a 42DD bra size, and it’s all breast. To say the least, I’m curvy, but in all the right places. I’ve been called statuesque and would be model material if my chest wasn’t so large. I wear my dark brown hair long, which sets off my light skin and blue eyes. Getting men has never been a problem. It’s getting the type of men I’m interested in that’s usually the problem. You see, I like nerds.
From the earliest I can remember, I’ve always been attracted to intelligent men. The type of men who are considered computer nerds, geeks. There’s just something about the stereotypical idea of the pocket protector, too short pants, tape around the glasses, that just gets me going. I mean hot, really hot. I love knowing that underneath all that awkwardness is genius, sheer unadulterated brains. Makes me so wet just thinking about it.
My preoccupation with nerds has given me quite a few interesting and enjoyable experiences. In high school, there wasn’t one nerd that ended his senior year a virgin. College wasn’t much different. Everyone was happy and content.
To be around more of my type of men, I became a computer analyst for a large firm in LA. I’m constantly being hit on by all the men in the office. It wouldn’t be so bad except I don’t go for the typical business man look, or the athletic jock, or even the older rich man. It would be much easier if I did. Where this story starts is last week, at work....
It was early, not too many people around. That’s when I prefer to get in and get started. The fewer distractions the better as far as I’m concerned. It was warm in the office and I’d already slipped off my suit jacket and opened the first two buttons of my silk blouse. My shoe was hanging from my toes as I bounced my crossed leg as I worked. I heard the elevator doors and didn’t look up. It was nearing 8:00 and everyone was starting to get to work. After about an hour, I looked up, stretching my neck and happened to see the elevator doors open again. My eyes blinked. My boss was coming out of the elevator and had the most incredible man with him. He was shorter than my boss, probably around 5’2”. His hair was blond and not very stylish. His suit was a little outdated and his glasses were sliding off his nose. He was undeniably perfect.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as my boss led him to a desk on the other side of the room. He was the new programmer and was, without a doubt, a nerd. I felt my pulse race, my body temperature rise and my breathing get quick. I tried to concentrate on my work but found my eyes wandering over to him. I didn’t even know his name but I knew I had to have him. It was just a matter of when.
At lunch time, I rose and walked by his desk, smiling. He looked up at me and I got the normal reaction. His eyes glazed over, his mouth hung open and he stuttered a hello. I walked by, swishing my ass from side to side, knowing that my short, tight skirt was making his processor run hard and quick. I went into the ladies room and looked around. No one there. I had to get some relief from my hormones. I was so worked up that when I’d been typing up a report, I’d actually typed in “hard cock pounding my pussy.”
I went into the nearest stall and leaned against the door. Setting my leg up on the rim of the toilet, I lifted my skirt up. Slipping my hands down between my legs, I worked my fingers over my panties. They were soaking wet. I closed my eyes, picturing in my head my new little obsession. As my finger slipped inside my panties to rub against my engorged lips, I envisioned myself riding my nerd’s cock. Sliding my the tip of my finger in and out of my tight little pussy, I imagined bracing my hands on either side of his head and lifted my pussy up and down on his rod. Pushing my finger up to my knuckle, I twisted and turned it. I was stifling a moan as my finger moved faster and faster. My imagination took off as I saw myself riding my nerd’s cock hard and fast. My pussy tightened and I came hard on my finger. I bit my lip suppressing my moan.
Sliding my finger out, I brought it to my mouth and sucked it clean. My orgasm wasn’t really what I had wanted but it would have to do. Slipping out of the stall, I cleaned up and returned to my desk, making sure to go by his desk again.
As the afternoon wore on, I found myself getting all worked up again. I looked over at him and watched him hunched over his computer, his fingers working quickly and efficiently. His mind racing, his fingers trying to keep up. I imagined his fingers on me, working just as quickly and efficiently. I felt my pussy gush. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, my nerd got up from his desk and walked around the corner. Without another thought, I got up and followed him.
He walked down the hallway and into the computer room. I followed him. No one else was around. I closed and locked the door behind me. Walking slowly up to him, I felt my anticipation building. He turned around, surprised and unsure. I introduced myself and he stuttered out that his name was Howie.
“Are you having a good first day, Howie?” I asked, moving closer to him. I had a good six inches over him and was using it to my full advantage.
After taking a gulp of air, he managed to stutter out, “Umm... y...yes.”
I found him looking quickly at my chest, which was eye level for him and then back up to my face.
“I’m so glad you are. I think, Howie, your day is about to get even better. Do you know why, Howie?”
He shook his head, “N...no. W... Why?”
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him gently back against the server behind him.