Fragmented Clouds

She was sitting on the couch with her arms wrapped around her knees. As he got closer, he realized that she was crying.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“The computer died again. Froze up and when I finally got it going and started up Open Office, the recovery thingy ate my work. Lost it all. If I hadn’t had a backup on the other drive, I would have lost over sixty pages of work. As it is, I lost five pages I had just written,” she said.

“I’m sorry Hon,” he said as he sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. They’d been working on her computer on and off for weeks. First the hard drive had died. Then part of the RAM fried. They had tried to salvage her laptop by using parts from a donor laptop of the same make. They’d even changed the operating system. He figured it was fixed as it had worked well for nearly a week. Not a freeze or glitch.

“It just isn’t fair,” she said.

“Give me about ten minutes and I’ll put a profile up on my computer for you. We’ll do a bit of a time share. You can do your writing on my computer,” he said.

“Thank you, I was just so upset that it wouldn’t work,” she said.

“Have you eaten any dinner?” he asked.

“No,” she said.

“Then go get us some food and I’ll fix my computer,” he said.

“Okay,” she said and got up off the couch and headed for the kitchen. She made toasted cheese sandwiches and heated up tomato soup which she poured into mugs. She put it on the table and went to let him know that dinner was ready. She walked up to his desk, and saw that he had her profile up and was putting a copy of her data from the backup drive on to it for her.

“Here you go Hon. All fixed,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said and gave him a hug. “Dinner is ready.”

“Okay,” he said and they walked back to the kitchen.



After dinner, she sat down at his computer and tried to get use to it. The monitor was huge in comparison to her laptop. Then she opened up her documents and started working on her writing. After about an hour, he walked up and looked over her shoulder.

“Getting use to it?” he asked.

“Yeah. I moved my keyboard over though. I couldn’t cope with the non-ergonomic thing,” she said.

“Not surprised. You have breasts. Like I tell my students, they get in the way when you type,” he said.

That brought a smile to her face. She’d heard him give that part of his lecture to students about choosing what fits for the individual. It was true, big chested women had more trouble with a standard keyboard.

“I got most of the one story re-written,” she said. “I posted the next chapter too.”

“Good. I’ve been anxious to see what happens,” he said. “That cliff hanger you wrote was a real heart stopper.”

She smiled. “Now my only problem is that the story is yammering around in my head and I want to get it written. Otherwise I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep,” she said.

“Okay, you stay up and write. I’m tired and am headed to bed,” he said.

“Good night,” she said and gave him a kiss. He headed off to bed and she sat back down at the computer. She started working on the story she had lost so many pages of earlier that day.

“She’d gotten some new undies, a nightie that was more sheer than not and two new shirts. One of them said, ‘Forget Princess, I want to be a Werewolf!’ the other which was for Luc said, ‘Never Moon a Werewolf!” she wrote. The two female characters were shopping and laughing over the latest ‘bump in the night’ craze which allowed them to actually hide in plain sight. She loved irony like that. The thought that real werewolves could be more open all because of a bunch of novels just cracked her up.

Finally, she was getting tired. Her story was up to date and saved in two different places. She closed down the computer and then went to bed. She didn’t realize how cold she had gotten until she crawled into bed with him. He felt like a human hot water bottle. She snuggled up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Damn, Hon, you’re cold,” he said.

“Yeah, but I just couldn’t stop writing,” she said.

“I understand. I get that way from time to time,” he said. He rolled over to face her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her and his tongue flicked across her teeth. His hand moved down her side and up under her nightie. Her skin was cool against the heat of his hand. Her nipple was hard and he stroked it with the palm of his hand.

“Oh,” she moaned. Running her fingertips down his back was exquisite. Cold fingers, hot skin. She could feel the heat soak into her hand.

He smiled in the dark, and slid his hand downwards. From her hip, he slid his hand between her lips and stroked her clit. Her lips were cool, and between them was warm and wet. She arched against his hand.

“You are so wet,” he said. “What on earth were you writing?” he asked.

“A sex scene where they were standing in the shower and the soap was bobbing on the end of his penis. She was scooping water onto his skin to rinse him off,” she said.

“Ah, and you do get so turned on when you write. I’m surprised you don’t need a towel on your desk chair,” he said softly.

“I,… I do get soaked some …tttimes,” she said trying to talk as he fingered her from clit to opening. His hand felt so hot as it glided between her legs.

“No wonder you pounce me some nights,” he said as she grasped his erection in her cool hand. It felt good and sent goosebumps up his torso. She stroked him a bit more and he realized that he wanted to be inside her. Their nights had been so interrupted that sex had been the last thing on the task list lately.

“Of cc..ourse. Silly mman,” she stuttered. She felt him pull her around until he was under her and she was on top. She moved astride him and slid down onto his cock which felt so hot.

They started to rock back and forth, enjoying each other. Slow sweet sex was heating them both up in ways that blankets never could. He had been holding the blankets around them, but soon dropped them as the heat built up. He reached up and pinched her nipples lightly to bring them back to perky nubs.

“Oh gods that feels good,” she said. Arching her chest towards his hands let him grab her breasts and pull her towards him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and ran his nails down her back. She gasped, and increased her pace as she rode his cock.

“Ummmm,” he moaned.

He arched up to meet her downward thrusts. The pace increased, the heat building up inside both of them. Sweat blossomed on her shoulders and at the small of his back. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her as fast as he could. She sat up and bounced up and down on his cock as her orgasm began to rip through her. Her pussy grasping his cock in orgasm sent him over the edge and brought on his orgasm.

“Ahhhhh….gh…..” he moaned as the orgasm rolled up his body. She shuddered in aftershocks as he came. It increased the pleasure for both of them until they collapsed to the bed in a pile of quivering pleasured humanity.

She giggled as she grabbed for the blankets.

“What are you giggling about?” he gasped.

“Laughing on how you warmed me up,” she said.

He thought about it and started giggling too. He grabbed the covers and helped her pull them up and then snuggled her close to his chest. He fell asleep breathing in the warm scent of her skin.

2 thoughts on “Fragmented Clouds

  1. That’s the best way to get warmed up! 😉

    LOL at those -themed nighties! 😉

    Oh, and by the way, I had to buy an ergonomic keyboard for work. Didn’t know it was because of my breasts. 😉

    1. It is a great way to get warmed up. 🙂

      As for the nighties and the teeshirts… they exist! Cafe Press is a wonderful site. 🙂

      Then there is the keyboard…. It is true! Himself actually says that during his computer 101 basics course….. Women may find ergonomic keyboards more comfortable! And to be honest, using a regular keyboard or a laptop keyboard is painful! My arms hurt after a while.

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