Meet the Hunters(I)

Hi blogfam! I noticed you guys like stories. So I decided to put my hyperactive imagination to task for you who I love so much. This is my first attempt at writing a story, so be kind. This might be the first installment of a series.

They had been high school sweethearts. In all of her 36 years, she had never been with another man. She didnt mind, she had come 12 times last night.

He had occupied her thoughts all morning. She had thought about high school, how he terrorized her. They were 16. He had been beautiful then, but he had been a menace. He pulled her hair and threw crumpled up bits of paper at her when the english teacher wasnt looking. She hated him with every ounce of the crush she had on him.

Then one day, he missed and the crumpled paper bounced off the girl in front of her and onto her desk. She had picked it up to throw it back, when something caught her eye; scrawled on the paper. She smoothed it out.

"I like you, be my girl
Yes
No
Maybe
-DH"

*Sweet* her first thought, *Corny* a close second

She hurriedly scrawled her response, crumpled it back up and threw it back.

Wham!

In her rushed excitement, she hadnt noticed the teacher walk between the aisles toward her desk. He plucked it the crumpled paper out of the air. "Detention, Miss Givens".

Wham!

Another crumpled piece of paper, this time bounced off the teachers head. The entire class spun around to see whoddunnit. Dwayne just sat there, a cool, coy smile on his lips.

"Mr. Hunter. I will not have this sort of insurrection in my class. You're going to detention too!"
He smiled at her, she blushed.

Detention that day had been a dream. Mr Hargreaves, the english teacher, who they had nicknamed Pointy due to the constant bulge in his trousers was known to nod off in detention after the obvious throbbing below his waist had suspiciously subsided.

She had sat staring into space for about 10 minutes when she felt someone slide into the chair beside her. She looked over, Dwayne was looking straight ahead.

'So, your answer was "lost in the mail"' Air quotes, he always did them. One of the things she hated to love about him.

'Well, maybe it wasnt "meant to be"' She fired back, mocking him.

He turned to face her, a glint in his eyes. "I'm tired of undelivered messages"

A puzzled look on her face, 'What do y.."

His lips met hers, she hesitated, she had only ever kissed one other guy and it had been yucky, but this was different. This felt good. His lips tasted like chocolate, and strawberries, and mint. She was tingling all over...an unfamiliar sensation below her navel. She kissed him back, melted into his lips.

*Snore*Grunt*

His lips were gone, but the tingling was still there. Her eyes remained closed, her head still tilted towards him

'Snap out of it Cyan, he's waking up'; she heard the whisper. She opened her eyes slowly. Mr Hargreaves was staring at her. She stared back with defiant arched eyebrows. He excused himself to go to the restroom. They both noticed as he walked out. Dwayne looked at her with a cheeky grin and winked. Pointy was back.

While Pointy was gone (and he was gone longer than normal) Dwayne told her about how he had been tossing "yes/no/maybe" notes at her for weeks now. He only saw her in that one English class and didnt know any of her friends so he had been trying to get her attention by old-fashioned means. He didnt just pass the note because he was afraid someone would read it and he would become the laughing stock of the entire class. He even stayed behind after class and picked up all the crumpled papers so noone stumbled accross them.

His stories made her laugh. She didnt hear his words so much as feel them, washing over her body. She was lost in the sound of his voice.

Pointy eventually came back and told them they could go home. She gave Dwayne her number and he had called her that evening. Neither of them had slept that night. They talked all night, took a break to shower in the morning and had texted incessantly through the day until they met up afterwards.

She had given him her virginity that summer. She had felt safe and womanly in his capable, more experienced hands. She had melted like butter in his mouth.

They went to the same college, studied for similar degrees. Dwayne was an Electrical Engineer. She was a Hardware Analyst. He had set up a Hardware company (Hardware Hunter) on leaving college and she joined multi-national Cambridge & Foster as a graduate trainee.

Now, almost 20 years later, Hardware Hunter had acheived spectacular success and a very strong relationship with C&F where Cyan had risen very rapidly to the position of Global Head of Hardware Analysis and Procurement. They had beautiful twin 10 year olds, a happy marriage and amazing sex.

As though she weren't distracted enough by all of these memories, during a presentation she had had to give this morning, an email had popped up on her screen and equally on the projector

From: dw@hardwarehunter.com
Subject: P: Servers Flooded
Sending over a probe. ETA 15mins

The message was innocuous enough. None of her peers in the room thought anything of it. But she knew better. Dw was the pet name she'd given him and was not his official email id. It was the one he reserved solely for emails between them. "P: Servers flooded", she thought; they sure are now, she crossed her legs in an attempt to stem the gradual stream beginning to well up within her. He was cornier than ever, but he knew exactly how to get her hornier than ever.

She hurried through the rest of her presentation and practically ran to her office. She had to be ready for him when he got there. She put down her laptop and dashed back out to the bathroom. Her panties were soaked and an unnecessary obstacle. She had to get rid of them. She took them off and stuffed them in her purse and bolted back to her office, shut the blinds, checked her lipstick and sat in her chair to wait.

She had just sat down when the intercom buzzed. Charles, her assistant's voice came over the intercom; "Technician from Hardware Hunter here to see you, Mrs Hunter".

'Send him in...and hold all my calls'; he was never late, not for her.

He came in, wearing his company's overalls and a baseball hat. They had played many dress up games over the years, but this was by far her favorite. She loved the way the soft khaki of the overalls hugged his broad muscular shoulders. The way the cap cast a dark shadow over his chiseled jaw. The way his eyes shone from within that darkness, hungry eyes; the eyes of a Hunter, she was his prey. He may have been beautiful in his teens, but he was a god in his 30s.

Her eyes mirrored his hunger, taking him in from head to toe, his toned, muscular arms....

*Wait! what was that in his hand?*

To the casual observer, it could have been some sort of flash drive or mp3 player, but she was no casual observer; she recognised it. He had it last night. She always leaked a little when she looked at him, but when she saw the "bullet", especially since last night, she gushed freely.

Was he insane?! She was at work, she had to be quiet! And she wasn't quiet by nature... oh no, the maid and the gardener could testify to that. Thank God for sound-proofing for confidentiality sake, still she needed to keep it down a bit at least. He smiled at her. This wasnt going to be easy, but by Hercules it was going to be fun.

*************************************************************

Now, she sat at her desk, a picture of calm, staring at the same spot on the screen that she had been for the past 15 minutes. Her demeanour was deception. Only by looking at her hands, which gripped the desk so tightly that the blood had drained out of them, could you infer that something was amiss. She dare not move, for fear that she might literally explode. He was under her desk. His "probe" was draining her "flooded P: Server"; he was lapping up every drop of her wetness but it kept coming, at this point she was torrential.

She closed her eyes, it took every ounce of concentration to not scream. She heard the door handle, her eyes flew open, it was Charles. *That dumb kid never knocked*. He was passing along some stupid apparently important information from the CEO. She nodded; she would have said something but Dw, the sadist, had just cranked the bullet to a higher setting and even his tongue was a hurricane now. He really was trying to get her in trouble.

*This idiot would not stop talking, oh wait he's done* "You got that, Mrs Hunter?"

"Mmm. Yesssss" was all she could manage and a clearly puzzled Charles retreated to his desk.

Just as well; she came as soon as the door closed. More intense than any orgasm she had ever felt, and something was different this time, the orgasm felt more forceful. Her body tensed, her back arched and she whispered in delirium "Baby? what the fuck?".

She collapsed into her swivel chair. He could hear him now, chuckling away. Dw was laughing at her. She opened her eyes. She hadnt realised when he pushed her chair back, emerged from beneath the table and turned her around. He was wiping his face off with a handkerchief she'd given him last christmas.

"What are you giggling about?" she asked lazily.

"You ejaculated Cy" he said with a sly smile

She raised her eyebrows in horror. "Oh my god, I'm so embarassed"

"Dont be, it was sexy" he kissed her on the forehead.

"Happy Anniversary mon cherie, see you at home" he said as he kissed her lips, she could taste herself and she felt herself getting wet again.

He walked to the door, still giggling and with his hand on the doorhandle, turned around and winked at her and put his cap back on. And then he was gone.

Her eyes narrowed to slits. She whispered under hear breath"You morafocka, yes, see you at home...payback is a bitch and her name is Cyan".

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