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Heart Rhythm
🕑 Added 2024-12-10 21:50:05 +0000 UTCWorking at a small company has its perks. Everyone knows each other, most of the time you eat lunch together, and whenever somebody has a problem you can easily just walk to their desk. After a few years at big corporates, I was happy that I changed careers to a smaller company. And as an added benefit, we had a lot of small projects. On most of these projects we made use of students. Often times acne ridden guys with bad hygiene and missing social skills. Which is why this time I was very surprised to see the new student. I knew we were working on some kind of medical project, but they hadn’t involved me in the interview process. Thinking back, maybe I should have been involved, seeing that my background was in biomedics, but university was so long ago, I had forgotten most stuff.
I was surprised to find Peter at my desk. “Hey Mike, you used to do something with regard to heart rhythm, right?”
“Yeah, ages ago. Why?”
“This afternoon we have a new student to start on the Lonely Heart project. Could you please show her around?”
“Sure.”
I had no idea what help I would be. After studying some articles for about an hour, at least my base knowledge was high enough to convincingly bluff my way through an introductory interview. And after that, Peter could do the day to day supervision.
As I entered the meeting room, cup of coffee in my hand, I was flabbergasted. A blonde student in her early twenties was waiting at the table. Exactly what pops up in your head whenever someone says blonde student. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles and a small blush. Her full lips in a tiny smile as she was checking her phone. Naked arms and a T-shirt with a V-neck. Being her supervisor, I knew I shouldn’t do it, but my gaze was inexorably drawn towards her cleavage. I could just make out the soft, round curves of her breasts. As my gaze moved upwards again, her blue eyes caught mine. Immediately I felt myself blush. She caught me. Then she winked, stood up and offered her hand. For a moment, I was dumbfounded about what to do with the offered appendage. I was a 30-ish year-old adult, and once again I felt like a thirteen-year-old boy. For a moment I stammered, then I remembered what to do, offer her my hand too.
“Mike.”
“Mary.”
For a while I was caught with her hand in my hands, my thoughts a million miles away. Now that she was standing, I had the opportunity to check out her shirt. An anime figure covered the wide shirt. Suddenly I remember her had in mine and let go.
“Please, sit down. So you’re our new student.”
“Yep! And Peter said you knew everything about cardiac measurements.”
“Almost everything.” I winked as I said it. I nodded towards her shirt. “Bleach fan?”
“I didn’t think anybody would recognize!”
“You’re working at a technical company, surely you must know this place is filled to the brim with nerds.”
I saw how she looked at me in a new light. Even though I am secretly a huge nerd, I tried to not let it show when I was working. I didn’t have the tell-tale long hair, my beard was neatly trimmed, and I almost always wore a buttoned shirt or polo.
“You got me there. So for bonus points to your nerd credit. You must know who this guy is?” And she pointed towards the image. I couldn’t help but linger on her breasts while my gaze was drawn downwards.
“Hat and Sandal man of course! Ehm, Kisuke Uruhara.”
“Okay, okay, nerd cred established. Please, Sensei, tell me everything about cardiac measurements.”
Credit established, rapport built. Back to the normal interview. I told her what we expected of her, her day-to-day tasks, and the part we wanted her to research. Soon she started to ask more in depth questions, nearing the end of my knowledge. For a few questions I had to bluff, hopefully she didn’t notice. And if she did, she didn’t show it.
The next weeks flew by. I was busy with my own project and Mary was performing her study. Every time I saw her, either at the coffee machine, during lunch, or when I met her in the hallway, I made sure to talk to her. Your first real internship can be pretty lonely. Soon, our conversations shifted from work to hobbies. We both watched anime, played Dungeons and Dragons and played PC games. Whenever I met her, I couldn’t help but check her out. I knew that was as far as I could go, but a little peek doesn’t hurt, right? Most of the time she was wearing loose fitting shirts. Sometimes with a deep V-neck, that were the times I checked out her cleavage. Other times a more form-fitting shirt which showed off her curves. Almost always she was wearing jeans, showing off her pert ass. Then there was the day that she was wearing yoga pants. I knew for sure, not a lot of my colleagues got any work done. Even I felt my eyes wandering every time she was near.
Our weekly drinks were the best. As any poor student, Mary would happily take the opportunity to get free beer. Normally, I would leave the drinks after one or two beverages. Mary knew how to keep me there, plying me with conversation, offering me one more drink. Often Mary and me were the last ones to leave the office. I don’t know if I imagined things, but it seemed like Mary became more touchy after a few drinks. She put her hand on my shoulder as she got up, or on my leg as she sat down. She almost always sat closely next to me on the couch, even if there was enough room. I tried not to react. Even though I wasn’t her direct supervisor, it was not appropriate to reciprocate. Even though I really wanted to. I wanted to bend her over the couch, her ass up. I wanted to move her hand from my leg to my dick. I wanted to see her eyes go wide with pleasure as my dick entered her. But I did none of that.
After a few months, Mary’s assignment was coming to an end. Here study was nearly complete, she still needed to do a few experiments, write her report, and the enthusiastic blonde would go back to the university. And once again, I would supervise an acne-riddled nerd for the next half year. And so it came to pass, one Friday afternoon we were once again the last two left on the couch. The last software developer had just left. I still had half a beer left, Mary had a glass of white wine and was sitting way too close to me. We both were silent for a moment. Mary put her blonde hair behind her ear. I followed the movement of her hand. Over her soft face, behind her shapely ear, past her jaw and neck and down. I knew it was irrational to be jealous of a limb, but at this moment I would have loved to be her hand.
“Huh, what?” She had asked something.
“Huh?”, she teased me. “What were you staring at?”
“Oh, nothing. Just letting my mind float.” Not that my brain was the part that was in control right now.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing in particular.” Quickly, I scrambled to change the conversation.
“Sure.” She smiled, a small wink. She bent over towards me. Her soft pink lips opened a fraction. I wanted to kiss her, taste her. But I needed to stay professional. I took a swig of my beer. The conversation continued in the direction of her experiments. Most were successful, no unexpected results, but for some reason she couldn’t get the heart rhythm measurements to work.
“The signal sucks. And I know I’ve placed the stickers at the right place.” She sighed. That was enough to get me into problem-solving mode, who wouldn’t help this poor damsel in distress.
“Where do you place them?”
“One on my sternum, the other ones a little more down opposite my heart. Look, like this.” She showed on her shirt where she stuck the electrodes. My eyes followed her hands. While she moved over her shirt, she pressed it tight over her breasts. Finally, an opportunity to oggle her in the name of science. As her hand forced her shirt around her breasts, her cleavage got pulled down. I was suddenly aware I was staring. I took another swig of my beer to distract myself. As my gaze landed on Mary again, I saw how she had a faint smile.
“So, what am I doing wrong?” She pointed at the spaces where she mimed placing the electrodes. Once again, I was more focused on her breasts than the exact electrode placement. I should take care not to be seen as a dirty old man.
“That should be about right,” I answered, “Whenever I measure heart rhythm, that is where I place them.”
“Ah, so you’re touching yourself too,” she said with a naughty smile.
Now she was asking for it, “Well, sometimes it’s easier to do it yourself, you know. When you don’t have time for an extended session.”
“You’re right,” her eyes sparkled with dangerous sparks, “and you know what works for you.”
She winked. She actually winked. Was she flirting? Maybe it was just the alcohol loosening her inhibitions. Or maybe it was the fact that I had been admiring this beautiful student for the last few months. I decided to press my luck.
“It seems like you need help finding out what works. Sometimes outsider expertise is what’s missing.”
“And you’re that expert?”
“You know it. So, need any help?” I felt my finger tingle in anticipation. We were both talking in innuendo’s. Naughty enough that we both knew what we were talking about, innocent enough that we both still had a way out of this conversation.
“You know, that might be what’s missing. A pair of experienced hands.” She put her hand on my thigh, halfway between my knee and my crotch. I felt how my blood started flowing in anticipation. Her other hand grabbed mine, turned it around. With her slender fingers, she followed the lines in my palm. Caressed my wrist up to my fingers. “I think these will do.”
As I was sitting on the couch flabbergasted, she stood up. Put her empty glass on the table while she bent at the knees. She knew exactly what she was doing, showing me her ass as it was covered by jeans. Just as I gathered the courage to stroke her ass, she straightened out and walked into the office. At the door to the R&D-room, she turned around, stretched out against the doorway.
“You coming?”
I didn’t know how quickly I should get up. In my hurry to follow the student, my shins hit the small table, toppling the bottles. Not my problem. As I was stumbling my way from the couch, Mary had disappeared into the office. At first, I couldn’t see her in the dimly lit room. I contemplated turning on the lights, but that would make everything so very clinical. I heard stumbling behind one of the high closets. Found her.
As I turned around the closet, I swallowed. I had expected something, but not this. Mary had removed her shirt. She looked at me with a welcoming smile. I took my first look at the half naked student. A simple white bra covered her B-cup breasts, I could see her ribs, light from outside showed the hairs on her arms. My gaze went downwards, a taut stomach with an impression of a six-pack. I could see that Mary took good care of herself. While I was admiring her, she had taken a step forward. Took my hands and lifted them.
“So, can you show me where the stickers go?”
I placed my left hand on her sternum, even though she was half naked, this felt like a safe spot, allowing her to turn away if she wished. “I’d place the first one here, as a ground electrode.”
“And the next one?” Mary asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.
“The next ones go over your heart, for the best signal.”
“Can you show me?”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. My left hand lifted her chin towards me, the right hand placed just below her bra. Our lips met. She still tasted of white wine. Mary couldn’t wait. She pressed herself against me. My hand slid up, over her white bra. Finally, I was touching the tits of this beautiful student. I felt her hands on my back, finding the hem of my polo. Impatiently, she pulled the piece of clothing over my head. For a moment she broke our kiss to remove the garment, but as soon as the last piece of fabric was removed, her lips found mine again. Her hands were still roaming my body. They found their way down at the front this time. I felt how her hands found the outline of my cock in my pants. A small satisfied sound left her lips. In one fluid movement, she pulled my pants down. Now I was the one who was least dressed.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she moaned.
“You?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice. How could such a beautiful student be interested in me?
“Yeah. Since the first day when you couldn’t keep your eyes from my cleavage.”
“It was the Bleach shirt,” a last attempt on any dignity.
“And not these tits?” She reached behind herself to remove her bra. I stepped back to fully take in the view.
Long blonde glistening in the little bit of light that came in from outside. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in anticipation. A few strands of hair were lying over her shoulders, leading the way to her breasts. Two times a hand full, with a soft, stiff pink nipple on top of them. She saw my gaze en smiled. She opened her pants and turned around, sliding it from her beautiful round ass. The only thing she was wearing was a black g-string, accentuated against her white skin. She hooked one finger behind the band and slid down this last piece of clothing. She turned around towards me, a triumphant smile on her face, a hand in her side. She invited me to admire her, and I did. Her long slim legs, a small strip of blonde hair on her pussy. If my dick got any harder, it would break through my boxers. I removed my last bit of clothing. Mary’s eyes excited as she saw my penis. She put out her hand, wrapped her fingers around my dick.
With her fingers tightly around my dick, she stepped backwards until her ass hit the edge of the desk. She hopped backwards, jumping onto the desk. Her legs spread, her hands around my penis. Softly, but with just enough force to show me she was serious, she pulled me further forward. Not that she needed any force, I was mesmerised by the beautiful blonde. She placed the head of my dick between her lips and let go. I felt her welcoming warmth, saw her breasts rise and fall in anticipation. Her eyes focused on my cock at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly I moved forward, millimetre after millimetre her wet warmth closed around me. She moaned softly as my dick fully entered her. I felt her tense her muscles around me. Then I moved back out, just as slowly as in. I wanted to enjoy every sensation her tight student pussy could give me. With just the head of my cock between her legs, I started slowly pushing back, until I felt hands on my ass.
“Harder! I’ve waited way too long for this. I want you to fuck me.”
That was one request I was happy to oblige. I rammed my dick into her wet pussy. A small cry of pleasure. Her nails bit into my shoulder blades. Slowly, teasingly, back out and once again back in with full force. Out quicker and quicker. In harder and harder. The office filled with the sounds of body on body, with moans and cries. There was nothing else. Mary’s blue eyes were filled with pleasure. Her nails tight into my back. Her tight wet pussy around my dick. Every thrust she let out a small cry. Her lips found mine, clamped down like she was loosing air, and I was the only source of oxygen. My teeth hit her lips. I took her lower lip between my teeth and softly bit down. Another moan.
Nearly automatically, my hand found their way to her beautiful tits. Soft, round, full. I took her nipples between my fingers. A small moan when I pinched softly. The moan deepened as I pinched down harder. I kept pinching her nipples, pulled them. Mary’s face a mix between pain and pleasure. But mostly pleasure. I started alternating. Let go of her nipple to massage her breasts. I bowed forward, I wanted to taste these delicious nipples. My lips closed around her left nipple while I pulled my dick almost fully from her pussy. My teeth found her sensitive flesh, and I bit down while burying my dick inside her. Immediately I was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. Once again I pulled my dick nearly out. My lips closed around her other nipple. She thrust her breast forward, as if to welcome my teeth. Another deep thrust, a bite, a moan. Her pussy contracted around my dick.
“If you keep going like this, I’m gonna cum,” the beautiful student moaned. I didn’t know whether it was a complaint or an invitation, so I decided it was a challenge.
I started thrusting into her in earnest. My teeth on her right nipple, my fingers pinching down on her left one. Every time I pushed into her, she moved her body with the same rhythm, inviting my dick even deeper. I felt how she started to lose the rhythm, distracted by her pleasure. Her warm wet pussy clenched around my dick. She started shake. Grabbed me, buried her nails in my back. Once more, I moved fully out of her, before entering her until I had no more cock left. Mary moaned loudly as she came.
“Fuck, that was good.” She panted. Her cheeks were red, her long blonde hair stuck to her sweaty forehead.
“I’m not finished,” I growled.
“Is that right?” A naughty twinkle in her eyes as she contracted her pussy around me.
Without saying anything, I pulled out of her, grabbed her hips. In one movement, I turned her around, pushed her down between her shoulder blades. Now she was standing, bent over the desk, her long slim legs spread. I took my dick and positioned it in front of her wet opening. In one movement, I thrust into her until my balls hit her pussy. Immediately I was rewarded with a loud moan. I grabbed her hips and started thrusting. I knew I wouldn’t last, and I wanted to enjoy it while I could. With every thrust I felt her warm wet cunt clench around me. Mary was enjoying herself. She answered every thrust with a movement of her hips, inviting me even further in. If I had known how horny this sexy student was, I would have taken my chance a lot earlier. Sadly, she was about to leave the company, but I wanted to make most of the time we had. Rhythmically, I thrust into her warm pussy. I saw how she had put a hand below her, her fingers finding her clit. That only emboldened me to fuck her even harder. I wouldn’t last very long. Her warm wet pussy, her moans, her beautiful ass pointing towards me. My flat right hand landed on her ass. Immediately, she moaned even harder. This naughty student liked some pain with her pleasure. Again and again my hand landed on her buttocks. Soon a red hand print started to appear. She moaned non-stop. Her fingers almost invisible as she caressed her clit. She shook. Once, twice. Within 5 minutes, I had made this horny student cum twice. I felt how my orgasm started in my balls.
“I’m gonna cum.” I warned her.
“No, wait.” On shaky legs, she slipped from the desk. She sat down on her knees, her loose hair held together behind her head with her left hand, her right hand around the base of my cock.
“Cum in my mouth,” she looked up at me, her blue eyes pleading for my cum. She closed her lips around my dick. That was it. I felt how spurt after spurt of sperm filled her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my dick to empty my dick. I couldn’t take it any more. She stuck out her tongue to show me how she caught my cum. Closed her mouth. Swallowed.
“So, which room are we going to desecrate next?” A naughty look on her face.
