. 04

Unexpectedly...

The Mature Woman - reprises her MILF (1988 ~ 28)

Since Lynn and I had last fucked, our work life adopted a new normal. No fucking! We both understood the change and it didn't interfere with our work or our daily relationship. So, for the following few weeks, everything was fine, work wise. However, I'd had to resurrect my toy Cunty on occasion to ease the "tension"!

The Computer System had been operating for almost a year by then, so it was decided that we would archive some data and reorganise/compact the databases. We did backups first; ran all sorts of reconciliation stuff, before and after; then more backups! All was fine.

Then it all got blown up when there was a problem with the newly introduced month end analysis routine, which had thrown up some really large, odd numbers on a particular component. Paul, in Warrington, had suggested that it was our problem, as we had recently archived and reorganised our databases. Whilst I doubted it, I was under pressure, with Rob calling me to "fix it as soon as possible".

I had spent a couple of fruitless days trying to get to the bottom of it, leaving Lynn to run the majority of the daily workload. It was late one afternoon and I was in our office outside the computer room, feeling really frustrated at not understanding what was going wrong. So much so, I stood up, banged the desk and shouted a loud "Fuck", much to the surprise of everyone else in the outer office. "Sorry, sorry", I called out, holding up my hands.

Lynn came in, a stern look on her face and said, "You've got too close to this, you can't see the wood for the trees. You've told me often enough that sometimes you need to move away and come back with fresh eyes."

Pausing then pointing, she added, "Go in there and get changed. Go for a run, for at least half an hour and think about anything else but this."

I was about to object but the look on her face and the dawning realisation she was right, stemmed my response. I changed into my running gear and left for a run, trying hard not to think of anything! When I got back, the office was empty. It was 5:10. I went into the coolness of the computer room, towelled down and put a clean tee-shirt on.

Lynn was already in and made me sit down by the monitor and told me to explain the problem, slowly and in detail. So I talked the new report problem through with her, pausing and clarifying points as she asked questions. Sometimes they were just "So?" or "And?" or "Why?" or "Prove it, show me". Some of the things she raised were daft, but then so was the problem, seemingly. Eventually, we hit on a slightly unusual approach. With a quick bit of "dirty" real-time coding I got the program to step through, displaying data as it went. When it got to the "offending" part I forced a data dump. Pages of it!

We trolled through it, looking for we knew not what! Until Lynn said "That can't be right. Did you say that was the supplier data?"

"Yes, it collects customer then supplier data." I replied.

"But that's not a supplier's code, it's Westland's. They're a customer!"

"What?" I asked uncertainly.

"That part's got nothing to do with Westland's, so why is it there?"

Digging a bit deeper, an off the wall thought struck me, "I wonder!"

A moment later, I found it! "Well, fuck me."

"Excuse me, that's my line!" Lynn answered.

I turned to her, cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, "You've only gone and cracked it"

"Me?" she said.

"Yes. I'd have looked at this forever and not seen it like you did!" I told her, "Some smart arse programmer has used a couple of time and memory saving tricks. But they've backfired. I've used them myself on occasion but not together like this."

I explained how data records are stored randomly throughout the databases in blocks, which are pulled into a memory buffer when needed. In this case, the required records happened to be in block 4102 in both the supplier and customer databases. The aforementioned tricks confused the program into thinking it already had the supplier data block, so didn't go get it again. But what was actually in the buffer was the previous customer data block, so it interpreted that data as if it was the supplier record it was expecting.

"So, it's not our fault!" Lynn exclaimed.

"No, and what's more it'll only take two 1 byte patches to fix." I cheerfully announced.

"That's all?" she asked.

"Absolutely." I said.

Lynn looked at me, paused a moment, then, "Well fuck me naked."

"I know," I responded.

"No! I mean... fuck me naked!" she said, standing up and getting herself undressed.

Uncertain and surprised, I just sat there.

"Come on, get your kit off... now!" she insisted, already down to her bra and knickers.

By the time I got my kit off, finally kicking off my trainers, Lynn was already naked. She pulled me over, pushed me back against the computer unit and knelt down before my manhood. With some gentle persuasion she massaged it to erection, then leaned in and started sucking my cock end. I rested back against the unit, watching her head bob, enjoying the sensation. Once she was obviously satisfied at its firmness, she stood up and lay down on the unit, her legs open in invitation.

"Fucking you naked, as ordered," I said as I slipped the head of my engorged penis into her deliciously warm and wet vagina. With Lynn holding her legs up and wide my hands were free, so I stimulated her clitoris. Lynn's eyes were closed as I poked in and out and rubbed her clit round and round. She lifted her head, opened her eyes and mouth as her vagina rippled with her orgasm. I didn't stop thrusting or rubbing. Twice more she climaxed before my own needs beckoned. I moved my hands to the sides of her hips and pumped harder and faster until seconds later I buried my ejaculating cock deep inside, unloading a veritable flood of semen into her. Once I'd stopped pulsing spunk, I stayed impaled in her, soaking in my post orgasm warmth.

We stayed like that for moments, Lynn on her back, legs wide and her cunt full of spunk and my still hard cock inside her. She let go of her legs and effectively urged me out. She rose, turned then bent herself over the unit, parting her legs in yet another invitation. I didn't need any encouragement. Running my hand around her bum cheeks, then down between her legs to her very wet love tunnel entrance, I slipped my erection in easily then placed my hands on her buttocks to fuck away. After a minute or so, she closed her legs together, tightening the whole fuck experience. It really didn't take much longer for me to be grunting in ecstasy and unloading more hot semen.

"I think we deserved that," Lynn said as she started redressing, "And besides, I did say that one day I might just fuck the cum out of you!"

"We did," I replied, "And yes, you did!"

By then it was almost 7 o'clock. We left, both satisfied with our deliberations and our carnal activity.

Early the next day, I reported the details of what we'd found to Paul at Warrington, as it was his program we were using. He said he'd inform Rob. So I left it at that.

As it turned out, Lynn spoke to Emma separately and told her what we'd done, excluding the fucking bit, I hoped! She said that Emma would make sure Rob got to know, which I thought was an odd thing to say.

The next Ops managers meeting was due the following week, so I'd expect some comment then.

Work life resumed. However, by the end of the year Lynn would have returned to Finance. Jim, the FD, was ecstatic at the prospect of her return to his department, giving her a more responsible job than before she joined me. I was glad for her. We still had contact, as she still did the senior payroll!

But returning to the now...

I hadn't really realised what was happening as the next phase of my story began. With...

The Red Headed Woman!