Monday, February 18, 2013

Random Attempt At an Erotic Story Part 1

In nights like these, everyone is having fun except for me. It’s Presidents Day and most institutions have the day off from work and school, including my own university. However, there is always work to be done around the lab. Fuck these labs. It's 9 o'clock and I’d rather be grinding a piece of hot ass, not a piece of cold steel. At least I wouldn’t need goggles for protection. Not unless she’s a squirter.

I finish analyzing yet another alloy; it’s made of reinforced steel and a hint of cadmium. This should do wonders for the car industry. The whole prospect of it creating a revolutionary alloy excites me so badly you would think Rosie Jones was lying butt-naked on my office desk, her smooth curves purifying the polished wooden table. I better go record this data on the computer before I get too carried away.

That’s when Delilah walks into my life.

Actually, she has been a part of my life for a while, albeit an obscure part. We both work long hours doing research and serving as teaching assistants in the department. Needless to say, she’s very pretty and is desired by many of my colleagues, male and female. She balances fun and work quite well courtesy of a sharp mind and a lovely personality. It makes her that much hotter.

“I thought you were off for the night,” I say as I try to keep calm and cool. Heart palpitations are such an inconvenience. She stands by the door while I sit behind the computer.

“There were a lot of parties tonight and I had a couple of drinks,” she says. “But I sobered up enough to remember that I had unfinished business.”

Her strawberry blonde hair shines under the fluorescent lights, and her pale blue eyes pierce through my soul. However, her husky voice, which is reminiscent of leading ladies of ‘40s film noir movies, is what does it for me. Hello Mr. Stiffy.

“What have you been working on?” I ask her, trying to maintain composure.

“I forgot to analyze my sample for iron content. I don’t need for it to break when the investors take it home with them.”

Delilah moves away from the door in my direction.

“Would you mind taking a look at some of my research?” she asks softly.

“By all means,” I oblige by moving a little to the side. “But only if you looks at mine.”

“Let me see.” She lets out the words with a raspy breath as she bends over to read my Word file. Covering her was a pair of skinny jeans and a black tank top. Her cleavage is voluptuous and inviting.

“Oh my god!” she moans as the realization grabs her attention. Her face glows with brilliance and wonder.

Turning to look at me, she cannot hide her excitement.

“Denver, this is amazing. This alloy can be used for cars, ships, planes and buildings without failing. It’s extraordinary.”

“I hope it’s used for good. I couldn’t bare the guilt if it’s used to hurt someone.”

Delilah extends a slender arm, stationing her hand on my shoulder.

“You have such a good heart and a bright mind,” she informs me. “Now that I have a good look at you, I can see that you’re kind of cute, too.”

Her face turns red, and that causes mine to blush, as well.

“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. Now I feel embarrassed,” she exclaims as she looks away and covers her mouth with a hand, half-smiling throughout the exchange.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Delilah. Your heart is much kinder than mine; believe me. And your intellect dwarfs that of any of our professors. Plus, you don't look too bad yourself.”

I place my own hand over hers and a spark goes through the space between them. The feeling draws an astonished look on my face, and it does the same to hers. We look into each other’s eyes for a good five seconds before I notice our faces inching closer to each other.

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