Marianne sat at her computer. It was already 10pm and she should have been home hours ago. Her elbows rested on her desk as she supported her tired eyes. She rested her head hands in front of the numbers which scrolled continuously on the screen in front of her. Droplets of tears formed in the corners of her eyes through a mixture of tiredness and sadness. She blinked and pressed return for the millionth time that day to start the calculations of another set of variables. Determination kept her at the screen, day after day, hour after hour. She knew the key was here somewhere. It had been 5 years since the car crash had killed her husband. They had met while they were both studying for their masters degrees, and both had an interest in temporal physics and metaphysics. They had started this project together then, 15 years of work to break the barrier between dimensions with nothing more than a huge electricity bill. And so she had been advised by the university that the funding would be pulled at the end of this semester unless now, she alone, could manifest some concrete results.
This laboratory had been their lives for 10 years. Marianne smiled. She couldn't deny that when the air became charged with the electricity and the machines began to buzz there had been some exciting times. It had charged the atmosphere for them both. She gulped, feeling the prickle of excitement making the tiny hairs on her arms stand up. Marianne looked at the computer, her lips curled into a faint smile letting the dimples show on her face. She shuffled her position so she was leaning back in her chair and closed her pretty eyes and let herself drift off into reverie.
Before long she was remembering one of the better times. Marianne and Karl had just engaged the plasma coils and the static charge was building in the chamber. She had been transfixed on the screen watching all the variables when Karl had crept up behind her. She didn't feel his hot breath until he had brushed her long auburn hair out of the way to expose her neck. He could never resist that part of her and it was a matter of seconds before he'd began kissing her flesh sending more tingles of excitement down her body...
"S..S...Stop! The... cameras..."
She knew the cameras were there, she always had, it'd never stopped her before either when Karl was with her or when she was alone for so many hours in the laboratory. She would have denied it but secretly she liked the idea of the security guards watching her.
She admonished him feebly as he continued to kiss her neck, his big hands moving around to unbutton her blouse. He didn't answer and she purred as he flicked the buttons out.
"Npph fuck..." She moaned.
He had started at the top of her blouse. So she began to undo the buttons at the base pushing them through their holes hurriedly. Whilst she was doing this he kissed down her exposed shoulders. She didn't stop him pushing her bra strap and flimsy shirt down and out the way. His kisses made her shudder more, moaning silently as her breath quickened... Her mouth held open in a silent O shape.
The machines she'd been watching for hours beeped bringing her out of her memory abruptly. She blinked as she came around, her hand own hands had cradled her ample breasts and pushed the bra off to expose and begin to play with her now very pert nipples. She managed to let go of one of them for long enough to press the buttons to restart the sequence while she pinched the other between her fingers. She smiled and closed her emerald eyes again, leaving one hand on her breast the other snaked between her legs finding the increasing wetness between her legs she returned to her memory.
Karl kissed her naked shoulders more and more rapidly, occasionally changing up to nibble on her flesh just slightly. This sent heightened shivers down her spine as she involuntarily arched her back in her chair against him. Her blouse was open now, and Karl's manly hands had moved to her sides beneath her heaving chest. Her own hands reached back to cup his head and pull him closer, she brought his stubble against her neck. She always loved a few days stubble on her man, the way it lightly scratched her skin when he kissed her. She reached up to remove her glasses but Karl stopped her.
"Leave them..." He whispered hoarsely. "They make you look sexy."
He never stopped kissing her neck and shoulders as his hands lifted her up and out of her chair, she wheeled it out of the way as he turned her to face him. Marianne smiled at Karl, her emerald eyes focusing on his as she curled her bright red lips into a naughty grin. Karl recognised this expression. She may have been a 30 year old woman but he called this her naughty schoolgirl and it always made him squirm, he was putty in her now very warm hands. She didn't wait for a verbal cue, her hands went straight for his belt, tugging it open before reaching for his fly and plunging her hands down and inside. The moment her nimble fingers wrapped around his thick cock his expression changed, his smile grew and his breathing quickened. She flicked her hair and licked her lips, her eyes focused on his as her hands went to work on the cock wrapped in her fingers. Rubbing it back and forth as she slowly brought it free from his pants, she could feel it hardening, expanding to full length. She didn't stop as she lowered herself to knees, bringing her full lips in line with his member, he could feel her hot breath on the tip as he looked down at her.
She didn't take her eyes off his as she parted her lips and guided the tip between them. His knees nearly buckled as he was enveloped in the warmth of her mouth briefly before she withdrew the length again. Marianne never rushed this, she loved the feeling of Karl's cock in her mouth, the way it twitched and pulsed as she stroked her tongue along it. Her manicured fingers curled around the base as she stared lovingly up at her husband as she sank her head down him again, slow and lingering making him groan. She liked being firmly in control of the situation keeping a steady pace whilst his hands rested on her head. Marianne loved the feel of him running his fingers through her tussled locks. She wanted him inside her and could already feel him twitching in her mouth. She couldn't hold back her smile as she withdrew his cock again. She held him there twitching slightly in her hand as she grinned up at him, a trace of her saliva running from his cock head to her tongue.
"Fuck me, now... On the desk," she managed to moan as she climbed to her feet, her hand still wrapped around his cock.
Karl chuckled in response pushing her backwards gently so she was sitting on the desk she had been working at. Marianne in response hiked her black knee length pencil skirt above her curvy hips so that her man could now see her stocking tops and lacy black panties. She had dressed herself in her finest set this morning for a business meeting to secure more funding and she was glad she'd bothered now. Her bra matched perfectly and she was already unclipping it at the back and slipping it off to reveal her ample breasts, big and firm but just bobbing slightly as she squirmed on the desk. Karl grinned at his wife as he moved his hands down to her panties, pulling at them rapidly over her rear and down her legs so they lay in a pile with her blouse and bra at the foot of the desk.
