I’ve always wanted to fuck Allison since the day I first saw her. What guy wouldn’t? She had a body that any guy would give their left nut for. And she always walked around with an air of confidence that almost screamed "I can fuck any guy I want and you can’t do anything about it!"

Today was the best time for me. Her boss was overseas on a business trip, so she could wear more casual clothes. Today she wore black slacks with leggings and a black pullover sweater. The slacks hugged her shapely legs, which made up for the bulky sweater covering up her breasts. And I found out that she would be spending most of the work day filing old accounts. That meant she would be spending a lot of time in the file room, which was the only isolated room in the whole floor besides the restrooms!

I spent most of the morning preparing for what I wanted to do to her. I knew she was a creature of habit, going to the file room at set points of the day. I also knew that the file room doors were left open during business hours. Anyone could go in there at any time.

By two-thirty, I knew it would soon be time for her to head to the file room again. I watched as she started getting files ready for her to bring with her, then I took my afternoon break.

The restrooms on the floor were across the small hallway from the file room. Most folks don’t take their afternoon breaks until three, so I knew not too many folks would notice that instead of heading to the elevators or to the men’s room, I went into the file room.

The file room is filled with racks upon racks of old files. In the far back of the room was the copying machine. It was out of the line of sight with the door, so in order for you to see the copying machine, you had to go through the door, down three rows, then turn right. Many of the file boxes weren’t put up on racks yet, so I hid myself behind one stack of boxes and waited Allison to show up.

Sure enough, a minute later, she entered the room. I could hear the clicking of her "fuck-me-now" pumps against the concrete floor as she walked towards the copying machine.

Sweat started beading down my face. This was something I’ve wanted to do for a long time! And how here I was going to do it!

I crept out from behind the boxes, making sure I was ever silent. The anxiety made me hard. I could hear her hum a sweet melody as she set up the pages to be copied. I got to within inches of her, and I could smell her perfume. She pushed the copy button. The copy machine was extremely noisy. You could hear it all down the hallway. It made for the perfect cover for me.

Before she could turn around, I snaked one hand across her mouth, and another on her back to shove her against the machine.

"SHHH!!!" I said to her ear. "Not a sound!"

With one hand still on her mouth, I struggled to pull her slacks and panties off her in a couple of tugs. It wasn’t as easy as I hoped it would be. But I managed to finally pull them down past her hips. Then it was another task to open up my fly. Fortunately, I was rock hard, that part wasn’t difficult for me.

"Nice ass," I muttered into her ear.

She did have a nice ass. Well rounded, aerobically-toned, and even had a hint of a tan line. I let my hand linger on it for a few seconds. But I knew I had to rush this. Allison let loose a whimper when she realized what I was about to do, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

I pushed her over the machine as far as possible, then stuck my hard cock into her pussy. She let loose a muffled grunt as she felt every inch of my rod enter her. Her pussy was nice and tight, every bit as I hoped it would be!

As I pumped her pussy from the rear, I finally let my free hand snake underneath her sweater and underneath her bra. Her breast was a handful, and quite warm underneath that wool. I could swear I heard her moan in pleasure just briefly as I continued to pump my cock into her.

I pumped her pretty hard, and as I got near to peak, she started to whimper with each thrust. I wanted this to last a long time.. forever, if it was possible. Just the feeling of power and control I had over her, the sensation of her being fucked by me at work.. it was incredible. But I also knew I had to rush things. Anyone can walk into the file room and see me fucking Allison. The last thing I wanted to have happen was a coworker find out what I’ve been doing.

Finally, I let loose a grunt as I shot my load into Allison’s pussy. She grunted herself as each drop of sperm was shot up into her. Then I heard nothing, except the whirl of the copying machine and her heavy breathing. I gave myself one last feel of her bare ass before pulling up her panties and slacks again, then making my way to the men’s room.

I stayed in the men’s room for a couple of minutes so that I could calm down. I looked like a nervous wreck! I was sweating up a storm! It was a good thing I was wearing black slacks too, otherwise folks would have seen the wet spot around my zipper where it rubbed against her rear.

I returned to my desk with just a minute to spare from my break. One of my coworkers asked why I looked like I was in a rush. I simply told her I stepped outside for a few minutes and didn’t want to be late getting back from my break time.

It took a few more minutes before I saw Allison come back from the file room. Clearly she wasn’t the same Allison I saw just fifteen minutes ago. Gone was the pious "I can fuck anyone I want" look. Instead she looked almost paranoid, as if she was saying "Oh my god, did anyone see me get fucked?"

Later that day, I was about to get in my car when I felt a hand snake around me from behind and cover my mouth. I turned around and saw Allison in front of me.

"I had no idea you would do actually do that!" she said with a grin.

"Did you like it?" I asked as I traced a hand across her face. "I mean.. did I hurt..?"

She took my hand in hers. "No, no, it didn’t hurt. It was just so… different! And you’ve always wanted to do that to me?"

"Ever since I met you," I told her. "Thank you darling."

"Don’t thank me yet," she said with a chuckle. "Now it’s YOUR turn to live out one of my fantasies!"

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She quickly threw on her robe and hurried down the stairs. As she retrieved the envelope from her mailbox, she shook her head, remembering how the whole thing began…

Sally and Louanne worked for a small liberal arts college, Louanne on the science faculty, and Sally as a librarian. Both were surprised to have been invited to join an elite group of students in a private bbs. Few faculty or staff were trusted to keep confidential the no-holds-barred atmosphere of "The Cuckoo's Nest," as the board was called, so Sally and Louanne felt quite honored to be included. The Nest was a place where the best and brightest (and most irreverent) students cut loose and released tensions. Explicit language flew, practical jokes were planned, atrocious puns committed and purity test scores and their significance were endlessly debated.

In the latter department, the possessor of the lowest test score (or the highest percentage of purity, depending on your point of view) on the conference was the frequent butt of the usual jokes. Bob gave as good as he got, though, and often dropped hints on the conference as to the location of his room and the days his roommate would be out of town. As far as anyone knew, however, Bob kept unsullied his nickname of "Ivory Soap" for his 99 and 44/100ths % purity. Of course that number would also have been a fairly accurate estimate of his I.Q. percentile as well. He was easily the brightest student to pass through the college (and quite possibly the shyest). "Bob," one conference member said, "makes that Marilyn vos Savant woman look like an airheaded valley girl." The sentiment was unanimously agreed with.

As the end of spring semester rolled around, Louanne met Sally for lunch. Discussion turned to the Nest and the upcoming party to celebrate the impending graduation of some of the "Nestlings."

"Did you read Bob's last post to the party topic?" Sally asked Louanne.

"Didn't it say something about the party being the last chance to seduce him before he graduated?" she replied.

"That's the one!" Sally laughed.

"Wouldn't it be funny if someone finally called his bluff?"

"What do you mean? All of the women at the party surround him, carry him off to the bedroom, and gang bang him or something?"

"Well, that'd hardly be the proper way to take his cherry – he'd be warped for life," Louanne said.

"What, then? Find a volunteer to try to seduce him?" Sally asked. She then batted her eyes in imitation of a semi-reluctant virgin, and added, "'Oh! Be gentle! It's my first time!' and all that? Ha!! He'd faint dead away if anyone laid a hand on him!" she snorted.

"I bet he wouldn't!"

"Too bad there isn't a way to settle our difference of opinion."

Lou thought for a moment, and said, "Come to think of it, I _do_ have the highest score in the conference on the Purity Test… Who better to initiate a young man, hmmmmm? But if I were to do the hard part, so to speak, it's only fair that you have some stake in it, too…"

Not believing her ears, Sally said "Oh yeah. Right. Like what?"

"The place. Lend me your keys to the library."

"Are you out of your mind??!?!?" Sally squeaked.

"You're the one who's so sure he'd back down, so what's the risk, hmmm?" She grinned devilishly. "Besides, can you think of a more appropriate place to seduce an intellectual-type? Say in that little study area with the couches over in the literature section?" Louanne was really warming to the subject now.

"Lou…."

"Either way, I'll return your keys with a full, written report!" Louanne leered.

…Sally ripped opened the manila envelope. Inside were the library keys ("Thank god!" she thought) and the report. She settled into the loveseat and began to read.

Final Report: Operation Seduction.

I was very careful not to spook the subject on the way to the party, and you'll have to agree that my behavior was exemplary during the event – exemplary for _me_ anyway. I decided to make my move on the way back to campus. As our conversation about the party wound down, I asked, "So, you're not disappointed, then?"

"About what? Why would I be disappointed?"

"Well, you did say that this was the last opportunity for someone to seduce you…"

Bob turned a very nice shade of pink. "Oh yes. That. I, I was just kidding, I guess."

"Oh," I said trying to sound very disappointed. He turned toward me, surprised by my tone of voice. I fixed him with my very best "come hither" look as we pulled up to the campus gate, then turned to the guard to show my ID.

Nobody was in sight as we pulled up in front of his dorm. Bob started to open his door, and, as usual, the lock stuck. I reached across him to free the lock, leaned close and purred, "Here, let me help you with … that," as I let go of the lock and "accidently" brushed my hand across his lap. My hand came to rest on his leg, and I asked, "So… any immediate plans for the evening?" I began to run my hand up and down his thigh and I looked deeply into his blue eyes.

He blushed an even deeper red and reached for my hand. I thought for sure that your assessment was correct and that he'd bolt for his dorm. Instead, he took my hand and returned it to my leg, gingerly resting his hand just above my knee. "Uh… No… I guess not…" he stammered. The bulge in his pants betrayed an increasing erection. Going for the kill, I put my hand on his and moved up my thigh and hip, past my waist and rested it on my breast. "Let me go take care of a few things in my office and then I'll meet you at the back of the Library in twenty minutes," I said. The bulge grew bigger, his blush got a bit redder, and he gulped and repeated, "Twenty minutes." Looking a bit dazed, Bob got out of the car and walked up the dorm's stairs. He paused at the top, turned, and looked back at me. I gave him one more encouraging look, and drove away.

I went back to my office. I was almost certain that Bob would show up at the Library, so it made sense to take precautions just in case he didn't come "prepared." Sponge in place, I got back to the Library with five minutes to spare. Fifteen minutes later, as I was ready to give up and congratulate you on the accuracy of your prediction, Bob appeared, short of breath. He looked almost surprised to see me. I fumbled a bit with the key, and let us in.

As the door shut behind us, I was amazed to find myself immediately but gently pinned to the wall and on the receiving end of one the best kisses I'd ever had! His tongue, tasting of a recent tic-tac, probed my mouth hesitantly at first but with increasing authority so that I was challenged to keep up with his maneuvers. (Either this boy was sandbagging us about his purity score or he's the best natural talent I've ever seen!) My nipples hardened under my sweater and I could feel my juices start to flow. As we came up for air, I took the opportunity to disengage myself from the wall and say, "We _do_ have the whole library to ourselves, you know!" I took his hand and lead him into the stacks toward the study area.

As we arrived, I turned back to him, smiled and said, "'Come into my parlor,' said the spider to the fly." I reached out and pulled him toward me. Bob almost jumped out of his skin but made a quick recovery. As we kissed and his hands roamed up and down my back, he slid them up under my sweater, looking for the hooks he expected to do battle with. Finding none, he wasted no time in pulling my sweater over my head. He gazed admiringly at my breasts with their pink nipples standing at strict attention. He took one in each hand and began to shower them with kisses, then began sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, swaying slightly, then turned my attention to his shirt, and then his jeans. As I unzipped his fly, he murmured, "'The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the prick of noon.'"

"What?!"

"Shakespeare."

"Well, I had something else in mind," I said, and I pulled down his jeans, then his shorts, and knelt in front of him. Although I didn't plan to give him a full blowjob – I wanted to save him for the main event – I couldn't resist cupping his balls in my hand and giving his throbbing cock a few licks. I slurped up the drops of pre-cum on the head. Bob shivered and pulled me to my feet. "My turn," he said and began to fumble with my jeans as he nibbled and kissed his way down my stomach and navel. My jeans fell to the floor, shortly followed by my panties. He kissed my bush and it was all I could do to keep from smothering him with my pussy. He worked his way back up to my mouth and I arched my body against his, grinding my hips against his dick.

His tongue still wrestling with mine, he started backing me up toward the couch. As I took the first step, his hand slipped between my thighs and he caressed the outer, and then the inner folds of my pussy. I moaned and guided his hand to my clit as he lowered me to the couch. A few moments of careful attention and he was rewarded with even more sound effects and a gush of my juices as I came to the very edge of orgasm. I moved his hand aside and grasped his cock, guiding him to the entrance. He lowered himself into me so slowly I was about to shove it in for him, but the look on his face and his sigh of, "so hot – and so _wet_!" made it worth the wait.

With him finally all the way inside, I tensed the muscles inside my pussy and "shook hands" with his cock. He gasped with surprise, then began thrusting. From quoting Shakespeare a few minutes before, our favorite intellectual was reduced to one- syllable words and various incoherent moans. I wasn't exactly reciting the Periodic Table myself as I matched his thrusts with cries of "Yes! Yes!! Fuck me! YES!!" We came within seconds of each other, my legs wrapped around his waist.

As we came down from our orgasmic high and caught our breath, I whispered in his ear, "Congratulations, graduate!" and kissed him gently. He laughed and said, "I'd like to see anyone top this present!" I gave him one last squeeze before he withdrew.

We dressed and walked to the back door. He checked to see if the coast was clear, then turned back to me and said, "I have to ask. Was I… How… I mean…"

"A plus, summa cum laude and college honors. You have a very bright future ahead of you!" I replied.

He gave me one of his lopsided grins and vanished into the shadows.

Finally realizing what time it was, I raced back to my office and wrote up this report. (I didn't want you having heart failure over your borrowed keys!)

And by the way, give yourself a purity test point for voyeurism if you read the whole thing, you dirty old woman, you!

Respectfully submitted, Louanne —

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