Geeky Lab Tech needs  special favors from Mark. (erotic coupling) By Indras. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. There was a short set of timid knocks at my door, which drew my attention immediately. I had been sitting on the couch, lost in a mindless game on my cell phone and I appreciated a distraction. I felt certain that it wasn’t someone political, religious, or a salesperson. The knock would have been much louder and more confident. I was guessing it was one of the neighbor kids or maybe someone lost that needed directions or a phone. I opened the door without hesitation and found myself face to face with a rather pretty woman in a white lab coat carrying a small bag, about the size of a purse. The bag clearly couldn’t close: there was a manila folder jammed in it that was too tall and sticking out the top. Her coat had no company logo or name tag, but there was a card dangling on a cord from her left breast pocket. She was looking down at her feet and, since she was quite a bit shorter than I was, I couldn’t see her facial features. She looked up after a second, showing some gorgeous hazel eyes and a friendly but uncertain smile. She cautiously said, “Mr. Owens… Mark Owens?” “Yes, that’s me. Can I help you?” She was gazing at me in a strange way, then suddenly blinked rapidly, looking for what to say. “Um… sorry… I lost my train of thought for a second. You’re taller than I was expecting. I mean, your height is in your file, I just didn’t… anyway, sorry. Hi, I’m… I’m Britney Meyers…” She looked down and flipped over the card hanging by a clip on her chest, which showed a little picture with her name and some other information that was too small to read. I didn’t recognize the company logo, which was a stylized letter F. It looked like it was on a retractable lanyard for unlocking security doors. She tapped the logo and answered my unasked question, “I’m a Lab Technician for the Freeside Family Planning Agency.” She offered me her hand. I arched my eyebrow in total confusion while shaking her hand. Now I was completely lost. “I doubt you’ve heard of my company, but I can explain everything.” She nervously glanced up and down the street. “Can I come inside? I have something I need to discuss with you of a… personal nature.” I saw no reason to deny her. There was certainly nothing threatening in her behavior. “Yeah, sure, come on in.” “Thank you, sorry, I just feel like I’m being watched. Paranoid, I guess.” She came in and stood just inside and softly sighed with relief as I closed the door. “Um, technically speaking, me talking with you isn’t… legal.” I was a bit shocked, and had no idea how to respond. “Uh, what?” “I mean… not like… can we just say it’s a legal gray area?” I was still alarmed. “Am I going to get in trouble talking to you?” “No! No, you wouldn’t be in trouble. I meant it’s a legal gray area for me. Your identity is supposed to be kept anonymous from clients…” “Clients?” I asked, still baffled by this whole exchange. “Um, I have a copy of your file here…” She set her bag on the floor and pulled the folder out of it. I tried reading the label on the tab, but only caught my first name, “Mark.” She opened the folder, skimming the information on the front page. I couldn’t read anything from my angle, but there was clearly a rather old picture of me there. Was she breaking a law by just telling me that this folder existed? “There’s a really grainy picture of you here, that’s how I knew this was your place,” she said, tapping the photo. Then she looked up at me. “I actually… uh, I stopped by yesterday… but I was too nervous to come knock. I watched you come home and get out of your car… “Sorry! That sounded awful… I’m not a stalker or anything, I just…” She was getting really flustered and was blushing. “Um, could I have some water, please?” I hadn’t realized she would be staying for more than a minute or two. She clearly was going to need more of my time than that, I should have offered some hospitality. “Yes, of course! Are you okay with filtered tap water? It’s cold.” I asked over my shoulder already on the way to the kitchen. “Yes, that would be great, thank you.” I pulled my Brita pitcher from the fridge and poured two glasses. I had never gotten used to the taste of the water here in the city. I had grown up in a small town a half a state away from here. I handed her a glass and sat at my dining room table with mine, gesturing to the seat across from me. She sat and took a long drink. “Thank you. I’m just so nervous and my mouth is really dry.” She held the glass with both hands, having trouble keeping eye contact. “Well, my agency, we help… you know… plan families. Hence the name.” “Like Planned Parenthood?” It was the only intelligent thing I could think to ask. This was all foreign territory to me. “We’re not affiliated with Planned Parenthood, but we do some of the same stuff, and we generally avoid mentioning them. We’re more… private, I guess. Upscale. Exclusive. Ritzy, you could say. "It’s a place for wealthy couples that are having trouble conceiving and don’t mind the 6 figure price tag.” I nodded with some familiarity with this topic, “in vitro?” “Yeah, in vitro, IVF. That’s a big moneymaker. "Now, I’m not here officially. I’m not a representative, and I don’t normally interact with clients at all in my job. I’m a lab tech… It’s probably obvious that I’m new to this.” I had to smile at that. At least she was aware of her lack of confidence, which I could now see was from lack of experience. I could tell she was normally a bit shy, and likely an introvert, given her choice of career. She continued, “You know, you’re being awfully polite, considering I’m an unannounced stranger… and I’m sure you’re dying for me to get to the point.” It occurred to me that I was enjoying our conversation, even though so far it had been pretty aimless. Since when have I ever enjoyed small talk? I blinked at my own revelation and nodded for her to continue. “So, let’s… uh… let’s take a hypothetical situation. Let’s say you made some sperm donations a few years ago…” My eyes went wide. Oh shit, I had totally forgotten about that! That was years ago, back in college! She tapped the folder in front of her. “Yes, that’s what this file is from. You didn’t donate to my company, that’s why you’ve never heard of us. I’ll get to that part. "Let’s say that a couple comes into our office that wants to select a candidate donor for their IVF procedure. They give us specifics on what they’re looking for. We have a huge national database that we can tap into; anything from height and eye color to GPA and test scores. Whatever they find important, we can use it to filter the donors. "Now let’s say they pick you as their donor. It’s anonymous on their end, they don’t know your name or anything, just the attributes they’re looking for. We have your container delivered to us from whatever storage freezer currently has it. The couple comes in, we extract some eggs from the woman, and get started in the lab. That’s my job. I’m the gal that puts tab A into slot B, except in a petri dish. "Now, let’s say that something unexpected happens. The container gets lost in delivery, accidentally thrown out, gets contaminated by some chemicals…” Her eyes dropped to her hands and her face turned bright red with embarrassment. She quietly mumbled, “Or… some forgetful lab technician accidentally leaves it out… over the weekend… at room temperature…” I groaned, understanding some of the pain she was feeling. We’d all made big mistakes at a job at some point. She glanced up with hooded eyes. “Yeah. So… Now you know why I’m so damn… mortified! I ruined all of it! It couldn’t be saved. They were all dead.” She sighed. Meanwhile, I was reeling from this avalanche of information. So many puzzle pieces had clicked into place in such a short time. I could already guess where this was going. “And, it gets worse. You see, we cater to the rich. Normally, when we need more sperm for a client for any reason, they call the original donor, which would be you, and they’d ask you to come back in and we’d pay you for another ‘deposit.’ The client gets charged some generic-sounding fee, and that gets passed on to you as a premium for having to return. "Trust me, these people are used to paying for multiple rounds of in vitro, at over a hundred K per attempt. They don’t blink at an extra five thousand dollar ‘outside consulting fee’ or whatever they put on the paperwork. And offering that extra money usually guarantees that the donor doesn’t hesitate to come in. "But in this case, the client isn’t some CEO and his wife or Hollywood actors… it’s… me.” She was sheepishly holding one hand in the air. I sat up straight with a start. “You?” I asked, incredulous. “Actually, that’s only half true. We do have a client that selected you as the donor. She’s a young widow whose husband left her a fortune but no children. She liked your math and science test scores from your SAT, I think. She paid the transfer fee and your sample was sent to our lab. It’s been in our freezer for months. She’s been in multiple times trying to get a successful implantation. I only know that because I’ve gotten your sample out of storage and prepped some multiple times. "I got curious at one point, so I pulled your file.” She was chewing her bottom lip and looking out the window, choosing her next words. “I’ve been doing this job for a couple years now, and the more I do it, the more I feel like I want this for myself. Like… I could do this. I could impregnate myself and actually have a baby of my own. I don’t have a boyfriend or anything, I’m just… not good with relationships, I guess. I’m really shy most of the time. I’m sure you’ve noticed.” “Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.” I said, nodding. “But I got baby fever. My sister just had her first a few weeks ago, and I have to admit that I’ve been crazy jealous. "When I looked at your file, I just decided I was going to try it. I’d stay in the lab late on Friday, after everyone left…” I interjected in surprise, “Wait, wait… Exactly what’s involved in this procedure? How do you extract your own eggs!? That seems like it could go horribly wrong!” She waved a hand and shook her head. “No, no, I wouldn’t try that. That’s a bit too involved, and I have no training doing that anyway. But I can certainly do an ICI.” She looked up at me and could see I wasn’t following. “Uh, IntraCervical Insemination. It’s just like it sounds… just prep the sperm and squirt it in through the cervix with a syringe and a thin flexible tube. It’s actually kind of crude compared to other stuff we can do, and it wouldn’t be hard to do on myself. "But I didn’t. I got scared. I was still thawing the sample and getting ready to dilute it when the janitorial staff showed up and… I panicked. I tried to hurry up and get everything put away. I swear I put the container back in the freezer… but… nope…” She sighed, head hanging from her shoulders in defeat. “So…” she said quietly to the table. “So, I need to fix this.” She looked up at me with some forced determination. “At the moment there’s an empty sample container in the freezer with the label 'Mark Owens.’ You and I are the only ones that know it’s empty. I need to… you know… damn, this is embarrassing… I need your help to fix it before anyone else finds out.” She was pleading with her eyes, with her palms turned up and held out to me. “I don’t have anything to offer you. I can’t just cough up five grand or whatever…” She was clearly ashamed of what she was asking, but also had a very good reason for doing so. Her sincerity kept me from simply laughing and sending her away, but she was asking for something very personal. Actually, just about as personal a request as you can get. “Let me think for a minute. This is a lot to take in.” I sat back and took another drink of my water to buy some time. The sperm donation that I had done was back in my first year of college. It wasn’t because of a dare or a bet, it was a logical decision. Or at least it was logical to me at the time. I was such a socially awkward kid with poor self-esteem and no confidence. Going into college I was ashamed to still be a virgin and then when my father passed away abruptly it was a real wake-up call. As an only child, it felt like a great responsibility was on my shoulders and I couldn’t face the idea that my family line would end with me. The sperm donation was a fail-safe, a backup plan. My main plan was to work on myself, my physical health and appearance as well as social skills. I even took some dance classes. Even though I was single at that moment I’d had a handful of serious relationships since those early college days that had proven to me that actually becoming a father was well within my capabilities. But what about this backup plan? This lovely woman across from me had basically admitted that she wanted to be mother of one of my children, and who knows how many others out there I had already fathered from those few weeks I had gone in to make donations? I was certainly curious, but odds are that I’d never know. I sighed. Who was I to say no? Not like it would cost me anything but my own time. As long as it stayed anonymous, the risk was negligible. “Okay, so… how would we do this?” She immediately beamed at me, both happiness and surprise clearly evident. I continued. “Did you want me to make an appointment tomorrow or just walk in at your place to the front desk and… ask to… make a deposit?” “No, not at my lab. We’re not a collection facility, if you went to the front desk they’d just send you somewhere else. That won’t solve my problem.” She was fidgeting again. “I need to fix this by replacing what I destroyed before someone else gets out that empty container. My only real option is to… collect… um… you know… right here. So, I brought a medical bag with some sterilized containers…” She picked up her bag and put it on the table, opening it all the way and dug inside. Things had been pretty awkward from the moment I answered the door, but now they had just jumped another whole order of magnitude up the scale. I realized what she was asking for, and I couldn’t help it – I was gawking at her! When I didn’t respond, she looked up at me and considered my reaction. She took on a look of desperation and quietly asked, “…would you, for me? Please, Mark?” Hearing her say my name in that way struck a chord in me. I couldn’t say no at this point, not to her. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? I sighed and reached out for her to give me one of the plastic bottles. “Really?” She was asking, but also didn’t hesitate to hand one of them over. “Thank you so much, you’re literally saving my career here. And please, please don’t say a word to anyone about this, okay? Here’s a bottle. I have some sanitizing wipes and stuff, too…” She stopped and looked around the room. “We should go to your kitchen, or bathroom. You know… somewhere without carpet…” She was blushing with her own embarrassment, but also thinking of the practical concerns. Definitely a lab tech. “Uh, yeah,” I was nearly stuttering, trying to wrap my head around what I’d just agreed to, “I guess the bathroom would make the most sense.” “Lead the way, then!” I stood and quickly retreated to the bathroom. It was definitely a retreat, I had to get somewhere alone to collect myself before I could even think about… well, what I had to do. “Hey! Don’t close the door on me. I’m coming in, too.” She was right behind me, and had put her hand on the door just as I was closing it. I was starting to panic. What was going on? “What’s wrong? Why that look?” “Uh, I was going to… um.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect myself. “I need some alone time, you know?” I expected her to relent and give me privacy. I didn’t need instructions or help, after all. Instead, she pushed her way in and then closed the door. “Just… try and pretend I’m not here. Just do what you’d normally do. I won’t watch, if it makes you nervous.” I was dumbfounded, she was being totally serious. Outwardly, she was being totally professional, almost deadpan, like I was getting ready to give a urine sample. This was so much more personal. Only the bright red blush of her cheeks and neck revealed that she was feeling any different. “Oh, open the bottle first, so you won’t have to try to open it when… you know…” I had to either bite the bullet and do this, or chicken out and send her away. Fuck it, I thought to myself with a mental sigh as I broke the seal and unscrewed the cap, placing it face-up on the side of the sink. “Okay. Now… how do you usually do this?” Finally, her stoic façade had started to crack and she was starting to mirror some of the nervousness I felt. “Sorry! I’m not trying to be awkward or annoying. I know, it’s putting pressure on you and all that, but… just show me what you normally do when you’re…” The professionalism was gone now. The true Britney was showing again. “Argh! I’m so bad at this. Just do what you normally do when you… masturbate. There, I said it.” She exhaled loudly. “I’m just here to make sure everything is done right, okay?” Forcing myself not to think, I set down the bottle briefly to unbutton and unzip my pants. They were a little loose on me, so they just fell to the floor without effort. “Right, pants off. Good. You should sit, right? It’s a little weird to sit on the toilet. How about the side of the bathtub?” Nodding, I grabbed the bottle and cap, placing them on the edge of the bathtub in the corner, careful not to touch the sterilized insides of either, and then sat down. “That’s probably safer than trying to do it standing. I’ve… um… I’ve been able to… masturbate… while standing before.” She was blushing furiously. I could see that she was trying to take some of the attention off of me by talking about herself, and I was immediately thankful. “It was kind of just to see if I could. My legs were shaking so hard I almost fell over.” She grinned, still flushed red with her own embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry. I tend to just say weird stuff without thinking.” I smiled back at her, glad to have her in the spotlight for the moment. To keep her encouraged, I added, “No, I don’t mind. You can keep talking if you like. It helps, and I like hearing about you.” She asked, “So now what?” I could tell under her blushing that she was curious, and starting to look a little eager. “Well, uh, you said you want me to do this now I normally do it, right? I mean, other than sitting on the side of the bathtub. I’ve never done this before.” I reached over to my pants, which were still on the floor where I had been standing. “Normally, I would be in my bed, with my laptop or my phone.” “Your phone? You need that right now?” I shrugged. “Not my first choice, but it’s available.” “Yes, but, like… what for?” Ordinarily, I would never hesitate to talk about my pornography preferences to my friends and even girlfriends. With the last girl I dated, she told me over our first dinner that she loved watching the naked massage videos that inevitably turned into some well-oiled sex on a table. It was just so ubiquitous nowadays that it felt normal. But I hesitated a moment anyway to tell her. I sat there holding my phone and looked at her - standing in front of me with her arms crossed. I almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity. She was going to stand there and watch me masturbate into a bottle and I was hesitating to reveal my favorite porn videos? A slowly shook my head at this insane situation, then I just turned on my phone and unlocked it. I didn’t bother telling her what I was doing, it would be obvious in a second. I fired up my secure session app, using a second password, which revealed some apps that were normally hidden. I didn’t bother with the R-rated games and just went straight to the private browser there and hit a bookmark. While the page was coming up, Britney stepped forward to see what I was opening. “Wait, really? You’re going to… to watch porn?” She sounded confused and a little hurt. I looked up. “You told me to do what I normally do.” I squirmed a little with embarrassment. I felt like she was judging me. “Does it offend you or something?” “No! Not at all. I watch plenty of porn, too. There’s nothing wrong with that. I just mean… well… it seems wrong, you know, with me here. Like, I’m being… cold? I don’t know how to say it. "Like, you think I’m so emotionless that I can just stand here and do nothing while you do this. I’m not!” I blinked, realizing I had been thinking exactly that. “I did, you know, pick you, after all. To be the father of… I mean, the 'male genetic donor’ of my future offspring. I’m not just some robot. I… like you. At least, what I know of you so far… "So. What I mean is… let me… um… help there…? Just put the phone down. Look at me instead. Sorry I keep looking at the floor, I’m trying to not be so shy.” Her admission had stunned me. I slowly turned off the phone and put it down. I was watching her, but she couldn’t meet my eyes. “I can… I mean… Here, I’ll take my shirt off for you.” She quickly removed her lab coat before I could say anything and hung it on the towel hanger on the back of the door, then pulled her plain pink T-shirt up over her head. She held her shirt and looked at herself in the mirror to the side, frowning. “Well, this doesn’t help much, does it? Just a plain white bra. I didn’t dress sexy or anything…” She had no idea how sexy she was to me right then, even in that simple bra. I was totally hard at the sight and straining mightily against my boxers which had suddenly become too tight. “I’ll just… I’ll just take this off too.” She turned towards the mirror, tossing her shirt on the counter by the sink. She was looking at herself now, and from where she was, I was totally out of her view. Her hands went behind her back, expertly unclasping her bra, and she swiftly tossed it onto her shirt, releasing the most gorgeous pair of breasts I’ve ever seen in person. From this angle, I could see the full profile of one of them, and the way it hung told me a great deal about how it must feel to hold. I desperately wanted to put my mouth on them. Having her side to me, not watching me, changed the whole equation in my mind. I eagerly pulled my boxers to the floor and began stroking myself. As long as she wasn’t watching me, I felt like I was enjoying a wonderful strip tease show and felt no shame in what I was doing now. She turned her head briefly to glance at me, then back at herself in the mirror, smiling. I think she was encouraged. She raised her hands to her breasts and gently held them. Shyly, she spoke towards her reflection. “You’re… masturbating… looking at me? Do you really like them?” She turned towards me, now gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and first fingers. She bit her bottom lip and shuddered. She was whispering, “That looks so good… I really want to touch…” I let go of myself, sitting back a little to make it obvious that I would let her. “No, sorry. I can’t… I can’t touch you.” She was quiet, and more than a little apologetic. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I just mean I can’t touch your… penis… I could get some of my skin cells or something mixed in with your sample. It’s fine if yours is in there, we see that all the time…” That made sense. It was the contamination issue she had mentioned earlier, it might make the whole thing unusable. She tried to encourage me gently, “So, can you keep stroking yourself? Just watch me, okay? Let me be your porn.” I was wide-eyed, and in a bit of a trance as I grabbed myself and started stroking again. She resumed her efforts to give me more inspiration, rolling her soft breasts in her palms. She glanced at the mirror again, adjusting her motions until she was satisfied with the way it looked. “I can squeeze them together for you.” She looked down as she did so. “Does it make my cleavage more appealing?” I nodded enthusiastically. This was definitely working. “Maybe you could talk some more? Tell me about what you like to do,” I added, trying to give her more ideas. She smiled and her eyes followed the movement of my hand. “Um… When I was younger, I would watch porn on my computer and just sit and play with my nipples. I’ll roll them around, like this…” She had her index fingers pressed over her nipples, pressing in and moving her fingertips in small circles. My cock surged in my hand and I groaned at the feeling. She giggled in response. “Enjoying the show? I am too. Seeing you do that is way better than any porn I watch. It is definitely making me more brave. "I can’t do this as long as I used to, my nipples start to get too sensitive, I have to do something else…” She dropped her hands, making her breasts drop a bit and jiggle. I watched the brief show intently. She then bent over, pulling her pants to the floor and stepping out of them. I was eagerly anticipating what was coming next. “Hey, you stopped. Don’t stop, you aren’t done yet!” I hadn’t realized I was so absorbed in what she was doing that I had stopped. “Sorry,” I muttered. “That’s okay. Waiting for the rest of the show?” She smiled at me. She sat down on the bathroom floor mat in front of me, cross-legged, leaning back on her left arm. With her legs spread wide I got a fantastic view of her plain white satin panties that were totally soaked through. “I have to say, this makes me feel really sexy. Being watched, and knowing that I’m turning you on.” She slid her hand down the front of her panties. “Normally I’d have a vibrator, if I were at home. But, since I’m doing this for you, I’ll have to use my hand.” Her hand was now moving with the same rhythm that mine was. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I didn’t need to. What I could see was the outline of the back of her hand, moving in interesting ways. It was the most sexy thing I could have imagined. What shocked me even more was the way she was describing everything to me. She was ramping up the effort to push my buttons, hard. “These panties… they’re plain, but they’re very soft and silky. They’re so comfortable, and very thin. "Here, if I lean back… you can practically see through them… they’re all wet, so it makes the cloth almost transparent. Look here, you can see the outline of my lips…” she was pulling the cloth of her panties upwards with one hand, while the other was spreading her lips and stroking between them. “Yes, keep watching, keep stroking for me.” Her voice was getting breathy, making her sound even more sexy. With a slight hitch and a moan, her hand slid down and I could tell she had pushed two of her fingers inside. My moan matched hers with just a slight delay. “Watch me,” she continued in that breathy tone, “Watch me put my fingers inside. Watch me rub myself in slow circles… You like that?” Again, we both moaned. I was gasping now, not trying to hold back. My hand now had a will of its own, picking its own pace, much faster than before. I was squeezing myself more tightly to match my clenched jaws. I was mesmerized, watching her middle two fingers rubbing together up and down between her lips. She was whispering now. “Yes, you’re getting close, aren’t you? Fuck, that’s so hot. Oh. Cum for me, Mark.” Then again, louder, “Cum for me!” I just about lost it, I was right there on the edge and barely had the wherewithal to think about what I was supposed to be doing. My left hand shot off to the side and grabbed the plastic bottle just a tiny bit too late to catch the first shot. It landed squarely on the side of her hand and splattered up onto her belly. She gasped loudly and threw her head back. I was able to catch the rest in the bottle as I squeezed and stroked out everything that I could. Watching her clearly being thrown into her own orgasm made mine drag on much longer. Finally I slowed, my whole body jerking with random aftershocks. With one last squeeze starting at the base and pulling all the way to the tip, I pushed the last of my load out. Britney was watching this last bit with total fascination. I could tell she was still coming down from her own sexual high, but she was paying no attention to her own body. I held the bottle up so she could see it. She was staring at it with wide eyes. Taking her right hand from her panties, she reached for it, then stopped and switched to her left hand, instead taking her wet fingers and sticking them in her mouth. She was focused on the bottle while absentmindedly licking the splotch of my cum from the side of her hand, and gently sucking her wet fingers clean. That sight was even more erotic than anything else she had done so far. I felt my erection starting to return already. She took her hand from her mouth and looked at me. “Okay, wow. This is… impressive. Here, I’ll hold it and you put the cap on for me.” I was struggling with my shaking hands but managed to pick up the cap and put it on without dropping it. She twisted the cap down tight and smiled at me. “Thank you, so much! I hope this wasn’t too… weird…” I laughed, I couldn’t help it. A moment later, she joined me. I guess the reality of what had just happened finally hit us both. “Yes, Britney. It was very, very weird. And wonderful. And very memorable.” “Yeah, definitely memorable…” She was grinning with both her mouth and her eyes. She lowered the bottle into her lap and her happiness faded. She was focused on her hands. “So… um… I guess I should go take this back to the lab…” I couldn’t come up with a response, so I just waited. “But… I don’t want to leave. Do you want me to leave?” She turned her eyes up to me and looked through her eyelashes. I told her the truth, “No, not at all.” “I can touch you now… would that be okay?” Without waiting for an answer, she put the bottle on the counter and came towards me on her knees. She only stopped when our lips touched. A moment later, we had our arms around each other. There was a sudden and drastic change in the atmosphere between us. Everything before now felt like going to a strip club - look, but don’t touch. I’d had no idea how badly I needed human touch. Feeling her soft, small, nearly-naked body pressed against me gave me a surge of emotion. It was calming and reassuring, while at the same time being paradoxically very exciting. Since I was partially sated from my orgasm, it felt far more romantic than erotic. She was caressing my body while also touching my soul. My mouth opened and her tongue invaded, swirling around mine, which brought another moan from my chest. I felt the scales tipping back towards “erotic.” As our tongues danced together, I could tell she was still thoroughly aroused and trying to bring me back there. My erection began growing between us, pressing against her belly. After what felt like a couple minutes, she halted the impromptu make-out session and we both gasped for air with our foreheads together. She whispered, “I wanted to do that so bad.” I chuckled and said, “I’m very glad you did!” After all, there was a whole lot more that I had wanted to do to her while watching the incredible show she gave me. Kiss was a great start towards fulfilling those fantasies. “Do you… um… do you think you could go again?” She was looking into my eyes from just a couple inches away. She looked hopeful and her eyes were pleading with me. “Right now?” I asked. “Yes, like… right now. But, not… not like you just did. I want you, so bad… inside me.” I nodded. I wanted that, too. There was no way she couldn’t feel how turned on I was by our extended kiss. “Let’s go to your bed. Leave the clothes. All of them. The bottle, too. It should be fine for now.” Following her words, she stood and shimmied out of her panties, putting them on the counter with the rest of her clothes. At this point, I was only wearing my shirt, so I tossed that on the floor with my pants. I reached for her hand and led her into my bedroom. I immediately started to apologize for the mess. “Shush. Don’t apologize. I’m not here to judge your housekeeping skills. I’m here to get pregnant.” Her frank admission made me laugh loudly. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Is it just weird to say it out loud?” I shook my head, grinning. “No, actually, it sounds wonderful.” She smiled back at me, then flopped onto the bed on her back. She reached her arms out to me. I eagerly accepted the unspoken invitation. I quickly climbed onto the bed, holding myself over her on my hands and knees. Leaning down, I drew her into another long kiss. She eventually pulled away with a coy smile. “What are you waiting for? Stop being a tease.” Reaching down, she grasped me and tried to guide me into her. I hesitated. Something felt wrong and it took a moment to figure out why. “Um, I’m sorry. I’ve never actually done this without… without protection, you know?” I felt stupid as soon as I said it, and the irony wasn’t lost on her, either. Giggling, she said the obvious: “Why on Earth would I want you to wear a condom? Dammit, I’m so turned on it hurts. Just stop hesitating and…” “Yes…” Her eyes rolled back and she dragged the word out as I sunk into her slowly. Less than halfway in, her whole body flinched and her legs clamped onto my hips. I was pretty sure I had hurt her, and froze in place. “Are you okay?” I strained, afraid to move. She focused on me again. “Wow… I wasn’t expecting that!” “Oh shit! Is this your first time?” I was seriously alarmed at this point. “No, not my first time, but it’s been a while. Plus, you aren’t exactly small!” Relieved, I shared a smile with her. “Luckily, you made me so fucking wet. I can’t believe you just let me watch you jerk off!” I arched my eyebrow and cracked a grin. “Hey, it was your idea!” “I know… it’s just so insanely hot, that’s all! And now… you’re inside me…” “Not all the way, yet,” I pointed out to her. Without waiting for more encouragement, I pushed gently the rest of the way, we both moaned at the same time. My hips began moving on their own, I was lost in a whole new experience. I never would have guessed that it would feel so different without that thin layer of latex in the way. She was hot, tight, and perfectly slick. I’d had experience with sex using condoms, and with blowjobs, with and without them. I’d always felt that receiving oral without a condom was the best of the three. There was something about the gentle, wet friction of the underside of my cock sliding along a woman’s tongue that put it a step above the rest. Sliding into Britney, however, was that same sensation, magnified. It was all around me. This was just so much more intimate and pleasurable than I imagined. It was bliss. I found that I immediately wanted to pull back out just to slide in and experience it again. And again. Things just naturally sped up. I was watching her face, while she cycled back and forth between rolling her head back with her eyes closed, then looking at me with deep intensity. Our breathing was ragged, and with each downward thrust, she let out an adorable “huh!” noise. It was all working together to overwhelm my control. I was usually so proud to be able to last as long as I wanted, but she had taken that ability from me. I was clenching my jaw, focusing on holding back a little longer, but it wasn’t working. I had to stop before I lost it. “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop!?” Through gritted teeth, I told her, “Really close. I need a moment.” To my astonishment, she grinned at me! “If you’re close, then keep going, that’s the whole point of this!” “I know, but-” I took a deep breath and laughed, “I don’t want to go off so soon,” I felt a little control returning as I came back from the brink. “This is your first time bareback.” “Yes, I’m not used to it,” I agreed with a nod. “Same here. It’s incredible! But you need to stop worrying about accidentally getting me pregnant. I’m not your Tinder date. I’m here to get pregnant! Now, keep going, mister. And don’t you dare pull out!” I complied, quickly returning to a comfortable pace. She crossed her ankles behind my back, lifting her hips to a different angle. “Pound me, Mark!” It was so much easier now, the angle was perfect. I could easily use my whole body weight to press down into her. “Harder!” Again, I was eager to oblige. I sped up my downward thrusts, so that my pelvis would smack into hers with a loud slapping sound. It was almost painful, and indescribably pleasurable, too. Her eyes were clenched shut now. With her hands forcefully clutching my shoulders she was lost in the pleasure and just rambling now. “Deeper… fill me up… pump it into me…” I couldn’t close my eyes, despite the overwhelming sensation. I was too mesmerized by the way her breasts were bouncing up and down her chest as I pounded her, jerking her whole body forward and back on the bed. “Yes! Give it to me!” That was all it took. I slammed in deep and released. A growl climbed up my throat, escalating into something like a howl. She had clenched her whole body underneath me. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming too!” She was quieter, but she shook wildly. She was thrashing her hips up and down, smashing herself into my groin, with her pussy clenching hard to drain every drop from me. When I finally started to relax, I felt very proud that I’d had the presence of mind enough to lock my elbows. Looking down, I saw that sweat was dripping from my nose and chin right onto her face. It was embarrassing for me, and probably a pretty gross thing for her to feel. I quickly wiped my face and tried not to point it out. She seemed oblivious, with her eyes closed and still getting control of her breathing. When she finally opened her eyes her face was glowing, with a broad smile, radiating her happiness. “That was… by far… the best I’ve ever had.” I grinned back at her and started to get up. She grabbed my hips and said, “Wait! Don’t pull out.” I stopped, and slowly slid back in. “I… uh… need you to keep me plugged… so I don’t leak. For a little while, anyway. Are you comfortable enough to stay like this?” Once again, this was all new to me. “I think so, let me try…” I spread my knees wide to either side of her so I could sit down on my feet and she lowered her bottom back to the bed. “Yeah, this is good.” We smiled at each other again. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and thought for a moment. I was content to give her time, but I didn’t have to wait long. “I have to say… I spent a while just sitting in my car yesterday planning on what I would say, how to talk to you. I never imagined things going this well!” I was quick to reply, “I know exactly how you feel!” We both laughed at that. “I wish I could stay a lot longer, but I need to get your, um, donation… into the freezer.” I had to add, “I don’t know if I want to let you go, to be honest. You look pretty damn amazing here underneath me!” “Yeah, I know, this is so sexy. My legs wrapped around you, holding you inside me. I’m your little wine bottle and you’re my big, meaty cork!” My cock surged with life again with the way she said that. She bit her lip in reply. “But seriously… Thank you for this. All of it.” She squeezed her hips, hugging me with her legs. “And, just to forewarn you: even though we did everything right, the odds of me getting pregnant on the first try aren’t very good. If you’re free tomorrow after work… I could stop by for another dose of your… vitamin D?” She giggled at her own joke while I laughed. “So are you trying to make an appointment with me for another round of very low tech ICI?” I tried to impress her with my memory of the technical term she had used earlier. “Yes, Doctor Love. If you can make room for me in your schedule, I’ll make sure to squeeze you in!” She emphasized her words by clenching onto my softening cock, this time pushing me out. We both laughed at our own playfulness. “You got it, miss.” “It’s a date, then!” By Indras for Literotica