Free Spirits Ch. 04: Weekend Upgrade

Weekend Upgrade
It was cold in the server room. Kept that way for the benefit of the equipment. Rob was at work on the weekend, in shorts and sandals but a flannel shirt. Time to update the computers in the insurance business he did IT for.
He was using a deployment script - an automated computer process that would look for the next idle machine in the building, compare software versions with the new update, load from cache as needed, launch installations and monitor progress.
As glitches were flagged Rob would do remote-login and take action. So far none had failed. Rob was good with scripts.
It was mindless but satisfying. With 200-plus workstations in the building it should take two- or three-hours max. Maybe less depending on cache performance.
Three machines were flagged in use: Sue in Customer Support. Madeline in Sales, VP marketing. And one in the mail room. He couldn't update them until they logged out of normal operations.
Leaving the script running, Rob would check the progress on his return. He had to track down each machine in case it was just left busy or hung.
He took the elevator from the basement (where it was easier to cool his servers) to the 1st floor.
Mail room, housekeeping, paper processing all occurs on the first floor. Forms and printers and shredders and the loading dock.
Rob quickly found the machine 'in use', just left logged in, mouse left near the air conditioner, vibration kept jiggling the mouse and making it apparently active. Have to send a note to mail room about logging out at end of shift. Rob pressed a couple keys and got back to the login screen.
One down.
Rob unbuttoned his flannel. It's warmer up here! Getting sweaty already. His shirt was open nearly to the navel. Bare chest and stomach showed, a little wet from sweat.
Take the elevator to the 2nd floor, cubicle-land. Scan cubicles for signs of life.
Sue was indeed in her cube, her brown head visible from the back. Talking on the phone. Customer Support was supposed to be closed on weekends?
Eavesdropping, he could make out she was talking to her sister, something about a friend's wedding. Baby crazy, she had latched onto a boyfriend, a real dish apparently. Giggles. Strangely bobbing in her chair rhythmically, talking about the groom in detail, muscles and beard and thighs - a surfer apparently?
Rob: "Ahem!"
Sue stopped moving, rearranged, "Just a minute!", torso popped up over the cubicle wall holding a phone to one shoulder.
"Rob! I didn't know anybody was here. Just closing some tickets, checking that agents have their monthlies updated."
Sue was dressed casually as was the tradition on the weekend, halter top and hair in a ponytail, no makeup. Her halter strained at the knot, barely holding on.
"Can you let me know when you're through? I want to do some maintenance on your hardware."
Sue seems at a loss for words, then recovered. "Should be just another half hour!"
"Thanks!"
Down the hall to the Executive suite - a walled off area, a receptionist desk separating it from the rest of floor. Passing that, Rob can see the row of window-offices, each with a glass wall and blinds covering the top half. Most blinds were left closed.
Crouching down, walk along the row peering under the blinds for the occupied office.
VP Madeline was indeed in her office, Rob could see her bottom half sitting beside a mahogany desk, one sculpted leg on the floor but the other apparently on her desk, one hand in her lap fiddling with something, the other hand occupied - on the phone?
Tapping at the door Rob heard a brief shuffling, and the door swung open.
Madeline on her portable phone, waved him in.
Rob pointed at her desktop - now at a screen saver. Mouths "Upgrade". Madeline nodded, held a hand out with five fingers, indicating five minutes. Rob nodded, closed her door behind.
Back toward the elevator, Sue hailed him.
"What can I do for you?"
"I'm having outside network problems again! Something messed up underneath I think?" Lost-kitten look, one arm outstretched toward the floor under her desk.
"I'll have a look!"
Pausing at her 'door', "Can I come in your cubicle?" Rob asked, always respectful of private spaces.
"Oh sure! I'd like nothing better." Sue smiled innocently.
Sue watched as he hunkered down to slide under her desk. His rangy muscled legs splayed out, shorts riding up with a wad in front where his package was undoubtable hiding. The rest hidden from view.
She wore something like pajama shorts, the new fashion in casual wear, breezy and brief. She moved to stand next to him.
From his vantage point on the floor, he could see her long tan legs, going into the shorts. One knee bent, leg at an angle, open stance. She fingered the shorts leg hem with one hand, pulling at the fabric absently, and it was riding up.
A glimpse of skin and hair - nothing else on! That is casual. Rob felt a flush but scooted further under the desk to examine her connections.
Tracing cables, Ankara escort Rob checked the color-coding for internal network and outside firewall link, both feeding the switch bolted to her cubicle wall, fed by a drop-cable from the ceiling like all the cubicles.
"I see your problem! The internal and external networks are switched! Same as last time. And the switch cable is disconnected..."
"I can't imagine how that happens! Maybe maintenance had to redo the power or something."
Rob knew that wasn't happening - being himself responsible for network devices including power supplies. And it was working just a few minutes ago, when he'd discovered her logged in. Anyway, he was here to help.
"I can fix you right up!"
Feeling Sue step across him, straddling his body. "Show me! Maybe I can fix it next time."
She crouched, head under the level of the desk, peering up his body. He could feel the heat of her bare legs.
"You'll have to get lower to see," he said helpfully. "It's all connected under the back edge of the desk."
Sue responded by sitting on him, now straddling him with her arms as well, scooting her butt up to his crotch, ducking to avoid the desk, face to face.
Licking her lips, Sue moved her head to examine his face from every angle. "Like this?"
"Well, the router connection is up here."
She slowly turned her neck to look where he'd pointed, lowering herself onto him so she was chest to chest. He could feel her breasts through her thin top, her nipples strangely hard on his bare pectorals through his open flannel shirt.
"That yellow wire? Is that the one that's naughty?"
She began to rotate her hips, grinding on his crotch as she craned her neck to get a good look. Her hair came loose from the ponytail, falling over his face.
Spitting out hair, he used one hand to hold her mane up over her bare shoulder, the other to point at the switch.
"The, uh, internal network is yellow, the firewall blue. See, the internal network..." he lost his train of thought as she turned her head back to look at him, eyes sparkling, lips parted, her breath on his face.
"Internal? Like, you 'n me?"
He took a breath, started again.
"Well sure, you and me and everybody in the building. We're all connected..."
"I don't feel connected." She closed her eyes, tilted her head, and pressed her lips to his.
"Mffle!" He worked loose from her kiss. "Connected by the internal network without any rules. The firewall connection is for the rest of the world, it has rules, protecting us from viruses."
"You don't have a virus, do you?" She asked innocently.
"N-no. My equipment is clean. That's why I'm here today - to keep us all safe and virus-free."
"I like that. Virus free, so we don't have to have rules. Or protection." Her hand suddenly thrust between their bodies to his crotch, plunged into his waistband, found his manhood.
"Oooh! That's an internal connection I really, really want to make." She scooted down his body until she straddled his legs, no longer under the desk, tugged at his shorts until his cock sprung free.
It was a truly impressive cock, thick and long and getting longer. Without asking she kissed the tip, which made it surge and skid against her cheek.
Rearing back, she grabbed him just under the tip and guided his glans into her mouth. With a slurp! she began massaging the end with her tongue.
"Just let me... here, I have to reconnect..." he lost his words but continued to work on the network connection. Unplugging all the cables, he reconnected first the power cable, then began replacing network cables one by one, checking for a positive connection light on each switch port.
While he worked, Sue worked. She had his cock rigid now, its prodigious length allowing her to sit nearly upright on his legs, head bobbing. With a loud slurp she disgorged a wad of saliva onto the head and worked it into the shaft with her hands.
"You've got good connectivity on all your ports." Rob reported.
"Not yet!" she chirped.
Hiking her feet under her, she rose in a half-crouch. Guiding his cock into a leg hole of her soft cotton shorts, she hunted around until she found her wet opening. With a loud sigh she slowly lowered herself onto Rob, connecting herself to him in the most intimate way possible.
"Your power it good! No popped fuses"
"Mmmmm. I popped my fuses years ago..."
She got Rob only halfway socketed when she hit bottom, his cock head snug against her cervix. Bouncing gently, she could feel his soft glans munging her most sensitive opening to her womb, sending tingles through her hips and up her spine.
"Now there's a good connection!" She began to raise herself in a half-crouch, then lower again to his fullest penetration, slowly savoring every inch, lubricating his cock with her now-flowing vagina juice until their coupling was almost frictionless.
Rob felt his hips begin to move in sympathy to her plunges, rising to meet her. She gave a little-girl squeak each Ankara escort bayan time his dick slid home in her clutching pussy. Each time she rose for another stroke he settled his butt back onto the floor.
"We can install a cable lock on your ports, if that helps alleviate your problem." Rob was still trying to solve her network issues, even as his balls clenched, and her cunt contracted.
"That...won't...be...necessary. My..problems..are..all..solved." She ground out one word with each stroke, her voice beginning to get gravelly.
"I really think there's been tampering going on. It's a violation of company standards."
"Oh..I don't..mind..getting..violated!" Sue was nearing her climax and lost the power of speech.
She sped up her plunging now, stroking him rapidly with her saturated sex, as if using her cunt to jerk him off. He responded with balls clenching up onto his shaft, and his cock head suddenly swelling.
"Gonna..have..to..create..trouble..ticket.."
Sue ignored that, now in a frenzy of bucking and surging. With a wail she dropped down on his cock, cramming almost his entire length into her body, trembling and cumming and cumming, her face flush and a grimace of ecstasy. Her cunt spurted wet female ejaculations onto his pubes and stomach, one-two-three-four squirts each a little weaker than the last. She collapsed onto him and just lay there limply, limbs twitching as little spasms of pleasure bounced around inside her body.
With a tremendous effort he avoided cumming into his co-worker. By breathing shallowly and thinking about routing tables he slowed his heart rate. Gradually his cock relaxed, to the point he could lift her hips and extract himself. His member slid out flexibly. The head, still enlarged, resisted at her still-clenching opening and then came out with a pop! followed by a gush of girl-cum that ran over his thighs.
Sue rolled off him, laying on her back and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Rob let her recover, then
"If you'd create a ticket for this visit, I'd be much obliged. My rating depends on completing repairs to the employees' satisfaction.
Sue stirred herself. "Oh, I'm satisfied. You can't imagine how much I needed that. I'll do anything you want."
"Great! I'll send an email with a link."
Scooting out from under the desk he hitched up his shorts, stuffing himself into them with some effort. His purple head dangled out the leg hole, like a little animal peeking out.
"Always a pleasure!" Rob offered his standard salutation.
"The pleasure was mine!" Sue responded with a weak smile. He gave her a hand, and she rose, staggered to her feet.
Impulsively, Sue threw her arms around Rob's shoulders and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss.
"You don't have to do that! All part of the job" Rob disentangled himself gently and exited her cubicle.
"If only!" she muttered, dropping into her chair. She noticed the large wet spot on the carpet. Gonna get in trouble with maintenance again! Eating in my cubicle! Against the rules!
It was so worth it.
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Rob estimated it had been longer than five minutes, so the VP was likely available. He retraced his route across cubicle-land past the reception desk to the Executive suite.
Indeed, Madeline's door was ajar. Knocking anyway, he waited to be invited in.
Madeline was sitting behind her desk, composed and at ease.
"Come in! Have a seat!" Madeline was always gracious.
"I just need to upgrade your software, and for that I'll need you to let me use your machine."
Madeline smiled. "I have some time, and we haven't chatted in quite a while! Please close the door, so we can discuss your services privately."
She indicated a bench against the wall between two potted plants, upholstered in leather. He had been going to sit in her 'guest' chair, but rerouted and planted himself on her bench.
"You've given Sue everything she needs?" Madeline asked disarmingly.
Rob was taken by surprise. "Uh, yeah, yes Ma'am! Her switch ports were scrambled. I sorted her out."
Madeline nodded. "I hate when that happens." Rob was never sure when Madeline was joking, so he said nothing.
"So, Rob. How do you like your work here? I hear nothing but favorable reports from the staff. But I'd like to know your thoughts."
Rob was surprised again and took a moment to reply.
"I like it fine, Ma'am! The work is not too challenging, and the hours are great. The staff is great too! Very friendly!"
Madeline nodded, satisfied. She waved a hand as if to fan herself, then unbuttoned her top blouse button.
"Are staff happy with your services? I know it can be challenging to solve everyone's problems, and folks can be testy when things aren't going perfectly." She unbuttoned a second button. It was getting warm in here.
Rob nodded, agreeing. "I know folks have high expectations. I work hard to keep everything up to date and working smoothly. That's why I'm in today - so I don't disrupt work activities."
Rob Escort Ankara could see the swell of her breasts now, showing between the lapels of her Brooks Brothers linen shirt. If she was wearing a bra it was a brief, pushup type.
"Work isn't everything, Rob. You should know you can take a break from time to time, when it all gets to be too much." Madeline unbuttoned a third button. A very brief bra.
This hadn't occurred to Rob. He was there to serve and measured himself by how well he met expectations.
"No problem, Ma'am! I live alone, and don't mind some weekend hours. If you need me, I'm glad to be on call!"
Madeline smiled a brilliant smile. "I'm glad to hear that, Rob! And call me Madeline, we're co-workers here. I'm not your boss. We can be informal after hours!"
That was true. Rob worked for the CTO, the Chief Technical Officer George, and old-time computer guy that wasn't up on all the latest technology. He relied on Rob to keep the day-to-day running smoothly.
"Ok Ma..deline. Is there something in particular I can do for you?" Rob watched, fascinated, as she pressed one hand to her exposed chest, massaging lightly.
Madeline rose from behind her desk and moved deliberately to stand by Rob. She looked down at him, turned and sat on the bench beside him, then scooted over so their thighs were touching below her mid-length woolen skirt.
"You know I work remotely sometimes?" Rob nodded. "I'd like to be confident my home setup is up to your standards. If you could spare some evening hours, I'd be very grateful!" She took one of Rob's hands in hers to show how grateful she was.
"Oh sure! I could install a VPN, a private network link. Encrypted so working from home would be just like being in the office! Except for the people of course."
"Yes, I do like the personal connections that only the office can provide. But a private network sounds exciting!" She raised his hand and clasped it to her bare chest, excited at the prospect of networking privately.
"Ok, Madeline. It would be difficult to prepare this weekend - I spent some time with a... club I belong to, and its already afternoon..."
"Oh, any night this week would be fine. I'm in town until next month, so I could accommodate you as many evenings as you have available."
She shrugged out of her wool blazer, threw it over the guest chair. Unbuttoning her last blouse button, bare to the navel now, Rob could see she actually wasn't wearing any bra at all.
Madeline slid his hand inside her shirt until his palm was cupping one breast.
"If you help me out, I would be very happy to help you out. You must be a man of large appetites. How can I satisfy you?"
"Oh, that would be great! I can eat most anything you have." Rob felt her breast. They were just big enough to fill his hand with neat small nipples. The one under his hand stiffened to his touch.
"Sushi, perhaps?"
"I love sushi! Any seafood! Clams, oysters, scallops..."
"Oooh! So do I! Let me see...Let's start right now, with a clam."
With that, Madeline stood, threw one leg over him so she was straddling his lap. She grasped the lapels of his flannel shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders, exposing his well-developed pectorals. Putting one palm on his head she pressed gently down, simultaneously unhooking her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.
She was entirely bare underneath. So now she was dressed in a linen shirt open clear down the front, and sensible pumps in an expensive textured leather pattern. And a hair clip. That was all.
Madeline was a statuesque woman, fit from the gym and tanned from the salon. Her limbs were like sculpture, finely toned and textured. Her belly taut and muscled with just the right amount of padding.
Rob slid off the bench until he was sitting on the floor, face to face with her neatly trimmed pussy. It was already pink and wet, apparently from earlier attention she'd give it at her desk?
She used one hand to pull herself slightly open, and gently brought her hips to his face, the other hand behind his head to guide him in.
Rob knew what to do with a pussy. He threw himself into everything he did, studying and practicing until he was perfect. He'd had lots of practice in his 'club' meetings. So he threw himself into this task too.
Opening his full mouth, Rob extended his capable tongue, getting right down to business. Entering her folds with his tongue, he used his lips to caress her labia, stroking his entire face up and down to stimulate her fully.
Madeline purred, clearly off to a good start. As his lips munged her external sex, his tongue probed her wet inner lips. He continued this way for some time as Madeline gently rotated her hips, giving him full scope to eat her.
Summoning his courage, Rob reached up to grasp her cunt lips and pull them apart. Madeline gasped when he thrust his tongue into her pink wet hole, probing her vulva like some small prehensile dildo. With the tip he stroked circular patterns around the rim of her vagina as her breathing deepened.
Rob enjoyed the feeling of her diaphragm moving with each breath. He put one hand on her six-pack abdominals and tracked her breathing, timed his stimulation to her exhalations. He began to feel her fluids well up and paused to suck her vulva and swallow what he could pull from her.