Wild Garlic, Part I

I’ve never thought of myself as a computer geek even though I have been called that from time to time. but, I do like to dabble in working on computers mostly to help friends out and on occasion I’ve been known to help out a friend of a friend.

As it happened on this occasion, I had volunteered to help a friend of friend and seeing how I was going to be in town for a week or so it seemed the appropriate thing to do was to offer my services.

Not being the computer geek that I am, my only requirement was to work for wine which I enjoy dearly, sometimes too much.

The evening was cold, wet and very dark and I was soon wishing I hadn’t offered my services. After driving around a bit, I was able to find the large house in the affluent neighborhood. Pulling into the driveway, the house looked warm and inviting and I was ready to relax a bit even though I was there to work.

I got out of the car and walked up to the door and rang the bell and was greeted by a very attractive young lady wearing blue jeans, a blue sweater and black socks with holes exposing that dark toenail polish.

She really had that college girl thing going on with dark tousled hair, cute eyes and a beautiful smile. I've never been that turned on by young women, I've always found women a little older attractive but something about this one was worked. Also, I don’t know why I’ve always had an affinity for short dark hair and I was instantly turn on by her. The electricity she gave off sent shivers down my spine and gave my member a plump disposition.

With a quick hug, she said hello and asked me to come in. We strolled into the living room where I was given the requisite wine, as payment for the services I would to be rendering that evening.

I was introduced to everyone in her family for this was a night that her family got together and it was her father’s computer that was suppose to be the object of my attention that evening, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her and she knew it because I didn’t do a very good job of concealing my attraction to her.

After dinner and another glass of wine, it was time to take a look at the computer in question. I followed her and her father into his office.

Her blue jeans fit her perfectly, and her as was a joy to watch, not just her ass but the way she walked her whole body moved in a sexy orchestra of sensuality.

They say guys have sexual thoughts like every 10 seconds or minute or something. I forget what the statistic is but with two glasses of wine in me and watching this orchestra in motion all of my senses were beginning to overload.

At that moment all I could think about is having my body pressed against her from behind, so she could fee how she excites me and gently kissing her neck, tasting her skin, and smelling her hair.

We made it to the office and I began looking at the computer. From time to time she would lean over the desk pulling the blue jeans tight and standing on her tip-toes to see what was going on. I was full hard on now but she couldn’t see. All I could think about was taking her from behind, fucking her hard, caressing her tits and back while I fucked her. I just wanted to touch every inch of her.

Yep, there was a problem with the computer and that couldn’t be fixed that night. Actually, there were two problems that couldn’t be fixed that night and now one of them was mine, I was beginning to obsess over this lust I had for this woman. I needed to get out of there before all the wine I had drunk that evening kicked all the way in.

“Well, you do have a problem with your computer.” I said. “It will require that I order some parts and come back another time to install them.”

“That will be fine.” Her father said. “Just work it out with my daughter.”

“That sounds good, I’m sure I can get what we need and make it back later in the week.” I said.

I gathered up my things and headed toward the door. She was close behind. I turned to her and gave her a hug and told her I would call her tomorrow. She smiled and gave a quick wink. I wasn’t sure if it was a nervous tick from drinking, or if she was trying to tell me something.

Being the optimist that I am, I decided to hope for the best.

As for the moment I couldn’t get back to my hotel room, because I knew who I would be thinking of tonight when I took care of my needs.

(to be continued)