Friday afternoon, six o'clock. By the time I stepped into the server room, the MIS crew had all vanished. In fact, aside from the night shift technicians, nearly everyone in the company had cleared out. That’s the American way—no matter what is happening, as soon as the weekend hits, they head out early to enjoy their holidays, leaving all the trouble for Monday. It’s no wonder they all loathe Mondays so much.

Why was I still here? First, because I’m a software engineer. Second, my manager had tasked me with system administration duties. Third, I was in the middle of a two-week vacation. Fourth, during those two weeks, in a grand display of his "Unix expertise," my manager had decided to shuffle the entire file system around like a deck of cards. Fifth, to appease the angry mob of employees, he wanted me to "quietly" restore everything to its original state. And sixth, he had just given me a fifteen percent raise two months ago. So, naturally, I was the one left to clean up the mess.

This was the MIS server room. Our department rented a portion of the space to house our mainframes, primarily because it featured an uninterruptible power supply. Though they called it "uninterruptible," it really only lasted a few hours. Worse still, nobody actually knew exactly how many hours that was. I had told Tony, the laid-back Black manager of MIS, a long time ago that he should find a time to test it. The guy was a slacker who never took anything seriously. After hitting a wall with him twice, I simply told myself: *we'll see.*

I sat down, punched in my password, and logged into the Superuser account. A habit formed over years of working: the first thing to do is always to make a copy. No matter how much mischief I caused, at least I could revert to the state before I started messing around. In fact, this habit had saved me many times. Estimating it would take about an hour to copy the vital parts, I drifted into boredom and connected to the MIS PC network to see if there was anything new to look at. Amidst a sea of documents and spreadsheets, a directory labeled "JPEG" suddenly caught my eye. How interesting. Entering the folder, I found not just a mass of files, but a viewer program. I picked a random file and opened it.

*Mama mia!*

A naked, delicate body stretched lazily across the high-resolution screen. Don’t misunderstand me—it wasn't that the sight was rare, but rather that it shouldn't have been there. The HR department constantly hammered home the rules regarding sexual harassment; images like this were strictly forbidden in the office. My first instinct was to jump out of the program immediately to avoid trouble, but then a few thoughts stopped me: first, I hadn't saved the files, so it wasn't my fault; second, there was no one else in the server room; and third, it was incredibly boring. So, I set the program to slideshow mode and let the images cycle through one after another. As I watched, my mind began to wander into more carnal territories.

Suddenly, a woman’s voice drifted from behind me.

"Roger, what are you doing?"

In an instant, my blood ran cold. My erotic fantasies vanished into thin air, replaced by a frantic succession of thoughts ranging from pay cuts to being fired. I steadied myself and turned around. It was Jessica from MIS.

"I... I was just... happening to be on your network... so... um..." She gave a soft, knowing laugh.

"Don't be nervous, it's fine. Those are all Tony's files."

"Tony? How dare he..."

"He’s been secretly downloading these from the internet for a while now. It’s a semi-open secret in MIS..." She shot me a glance. "Roger, don't look too much, or you might have trouble sleeping tonight."

My face flushed crimson. I hurriedly exited the viewer program.

"Why aren't you gone yet?"

"The Japan branch needs some reports. Tony wants me to print them overnight and fax them over. What about you?"

"Oh, just some system admin trivialities, you know."

"Just trivialities, is it?" she teased.

I felt incredibly embarrassed. These Americans! They might not know how to do anything, but they sure knew how to tease!

"...Just kidding," she added, a necessary footnote.

"I know."

"Well, I’d better get started on these reports."

She walked to the other end of the server room and began operating the HP-3000.

Watching her walk away, I forced my attention back to the main monitor. Conveniently, the copying was finished. I began the process of repartitioning the file system. It took a long time before the heat in my face finally subsided. Only then did I dare look toward the other end of the room. Jessica had cleared her files and was preparing to print.

Jessica was the HP-3000 operator for MIS. She was about twenty-three or twenty-four, with shoulder-length brown hair. Although she didn't command the same attention as the bombshells in Accounting or Marketing, she was universally acknowledged as being "cute." We weren't very close, but since I was in and out of the server room so often, we could chat a bit. Americans were very social, after all, so a little small talk never hurt. She was quite lively, and I often wondered how she endured such a monotonous job. Jessica had a well-proportioned figure, the kind that suggested she was a regular at the gym or the beach. Perhaps influenced by the images from earlier, I began to fantasize about the body hidden beneath her linen dress.

"Roger, could you give me a hand?"

She startled me. Coming to my senses, I realized the printer had jammed again. This old printer was an 80s antique, three times the size of our Sun Servers. It was incredibly noisy and prone to jams; it was long overdue for retirement.

"Of course. How can I help?"

"Could you hold this guide rail? When I load the new reports from the bottom of the printer, just guide them under the rail."

I stood by the printer, watching Jessica squat down to load her papers. Suddenly, I realized my eyes were looking straight down into the low neckline of her dress. I wasn't a voyeur, but when presented with such a magnificent opportunity, it would be rude not to feast my eyes. Before me were two perfectly rounded breasts. Amidst a sea of pale skin, I saw two pink peaks. It suddenly dawned on me: she wasn't wearing a bra! From my vantage point, I could see the two full globes swaying gently with the movement of her arms. The slight tremor of those supple breasts commanded my entire attention. My palms grew warm, and I wondered what it would feel like to slide my hands between them.

Just then, Jessica finished loading the reports and looked up, signaling for me to pull them through. I hurriedly averted my gaze, pretending to have noticed nothing. Even so, she likely saw the sudden movement of my head and knew exactly where I had been looking. But she said nothing, merely thanking me for the help.

I returned to the console to continue my work, but my mind and eyes kept drifting back to Jessica.

Suddenly, the server room plunged into darkness. A power trip! Not just the server room, but the entire office area outside was dark too. It seemed the whole building had lost power. A second later, the emergency lights flickered on, providing enough light to see the surroundings. I hurried out of the server room and stood in the hallway, looking out the window. The neighboring office buildings were also pitch black. The entire block was out.

"What happened?" Jessica was suddenly by my side.

"I think the whole block is out."

"I’d better finish these reports quickly."

"Right."

We stepped back into the server room and sped up our work. Ten minutes later, the file system was partitioned. There was still no sign of the power returning, so I decided to shut down the mainframes. At the same time, Jessica finished printing and shut down the HP-3000.

"Damn it!"

"What is it?" I asked.

"No power! How am I supposed to fax them?"

I thought for a moment. "Maybe we can bring the fax machine in here and use the power from the UPS."

"Great idea, Roger!"

So, I hauled the fax machine from the Marketing department. Jessica leaned over, her upper body pressing against the desk as she stretched her arm to reach the telephone line behind the machine. My gaze fell upon her slightly upturned buttocks. The thin linen fabric failed to hide the impression of her panties; instead, it clung tightly, revealing the exquisite curves of her rear. In the dim glow of the emergency lights, her backside possessed an inexplicable allure. I could almost restrain the urge to touch her.

A slow swell of desire rose within me. Looking down, I realized my lower half had already responded. To make matters worse, as Jessica tugged at the phone line, she suddenly lost her balance. She stumbled back two steps, and her buttocks pressed firmly against my growing bulge.

"Oh! Sorry..." She turned to look at me. "...What is this?"

My heart hammered against my ribs.

"Sorry, it's... it wasn't intentional."

As the words left my mouth, I took a step back. To my surprise, she also stepped back, her buttocks remaining pressed against my erection. Not only that, but I could feel it swaying and rubbing against her. My blood surged, and my already hard member grew even more rigid.

"What were you looking at just now?"

The pressure from her backside increased.

At this point, there was no use hiding it. I reached out, gripped her waist, and turned her toward me.

"I've had a crush on you for a while." She didn't say much else; she simply leaned in and gave me a soft kiss.

"Make love to me!"

I let out a long breath. Why were the American girls I met so aggressive? It felt like a slight blow to my traditional masculine role of being the pursuer. But what could I say?

I pulled her close and began to explore her lips. Using my tongue, I gently licked her upper lip. She parted her mouth, welcoming me between her teeth. Her tender tongue coiled around mine like a serpent. We sucked and explored the inner walls of each other's mouths. A wave of heat rushed to my cheeks.

My right hand slowly moved up her side, sliding past her armpit to cup the roundness of her breast. My palm felt the weight of her flesh, sensing the way her nipple began to harden bit by bit. My left hand traced the curve of her spine, slowly sliding down to her rounded hips. She hooked her arms around my neck, trembling silently.

I opened my mouth wider, sucking on her cherry lips and capturing her darting tongue. This time, I drew her tongue deep into my mouth, letting her sweet saliva moisten my burning lips.

My right hand descended, exploring all the way down to her buttocks. With a slight squeeze, her hot, well-proportioned body pressed tightly against mine. Pressed against my chest were her firm breasts; pressed against her lower abdomen was my erect sex. I held her tightly, wanting to share the warmth of her skin. Her hands caressed my back muscles, gently massaging the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, enjoying the tingling sensations traveling up to my scalp.

I slid my hand between our bodies, the back of my hand brushing against her engorged nipples as I began to unbutton her dress one by one. My hand slipped stealthily inside the fabric, slowly pulling the dress down to her waist. A pair of round, milky-white breasts swayed before me, the deep valley between them leading down to her flat, tender abdomen. My hands cupped her breasts, my palms covering her areolas, kneading them gently until they were fully engorged and hard.

Her hands fumbled with my zipper. I felt a warm hand wrap around my penis, kneading it as she pulled it free from the constraints of my clothes. What a skillful hand! She rubbed, kneaded, and swayed it in every direction, measuring its length and assessing the weight of my balls. My desire had never been stirred quite like this.

Her lips left mine, traveling downward. Her tongue left a wet, hot trail in its wake. My hand followed her descent, continuing to ravage her breasts until they were out of my reach. She stripped my clothes completely, yet she remained kneeling there, with no intention of standing up.

*Is she going to...?* I wondered.

With one hand working my penis and the other playing with my scrotum, Jessica’s tongue began to travel from the inside of my knee, up the length of my thigh. As she approached my throbbing member, she gripped the base with both hands. I held my breath, almost afraid to breathe.

Then, she took it into her mouth.

A low growl escaped my throat.

No woman had ever been so proactive with oral sex. Before, Cindy, Karen, even the Afro-Latina Sisia—they all required extensive teasing before they would even consider kissing my penis, and even then, it was brief. And the girls in Taiwan? They wouldn't even try. But this Jessica... she went for it from the very first moment.

I couldn't think anymore because she was already swirling her tongue around the tip, soaking my most sensitive groove with her saliva. She moved her mouth up and down the length, using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to friction the entire shaft. One hand worked the base while the other incessantly teased my two small balls. In addition to the continuous stimulation of the shaft, she frequently licked the sensitive spot just beneath the swollen, purple head. It felt as though my very life force was being sucked out of me. My focus blurred, leaving only the sensation of her hot lips and the escalating pleasure of her mouth.

Passion surged from my most sensitive point, riding the rhythm of her movements, pushing me wave after wave toward the peak. I knew if she kept up this pace, I wouldn't last long; I had to find a way to slow down. But the sheer physical stimulation made it impossible to move. Or rather, I didn't *want* to move; I only wanted this pleasure to continue endlessly.

Suddenly, she stopped sucking, but her tongue swirled one last time around the sensitive tip. A spasm shot through my head. I hurriedly regained control and pulled back just in time. Fortunately, my reaction was quick enough that although a drop of white fluid escaped into her mouth as I withdrew, it wasn't a total failure.

I pulled her up from the floor, being careful not to let her touch my nearly exploding member again. If she touched it for one more second, I would have surely surrendered on the spot.

I pressed Jessica against the edge of the desk. She looked at me, licking her lips with a playful, half-smiling expression. It annoyed me slightly—it felt like a blow to my pride. I kissed her fiercely, my hands gripping her elastic breasts and kneading them wildly. Mixed with her saliva, I could still taste the pre-cum from our foreplay.

I moved my target, gently taking her earlobe between my lips. As my tongue licked the edge, a moan escaped her, and goosebumps erupted across her back. I licked her earlobe to my heart's content, my hands still ravaging her undefended breasts. She didn't move; she only trembled in waves, her breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps.

My mouth traveled downward, past her neck and collarbone, burying itself deep between her breasts. Her chest heaved with heavy breaths. Watching her pink nipples swell and stand proud, I captured them with my lips and tongue, biting gently at her proud peaks.

Jessica’s arms wrapped around my head, pulling me tight against her chest. I unfastened her partially removed dress completely, letting it slide to the floor. All that remained between us were her stockings and a pair of bikini panties. As I slid my hand between her legs, I found she was already soaking wet.

I began to rub her most private area through the stockings and panties. Muffled moans escaped Jessica's nose. Her upper body arched forward, her hips responding to the movement of my fingers.

I moved lower, pulling her stockings down with both hands. My tongue explored the soft skin of her inner thighs. As I drew closer to her secret place, her breathing grew more frantic. When I finally reached my destination, she let out a long, blissful sigh.

Through the wet silk, my tongue explored her mysteries. Her thin silk panties were instantly plastered against her curves by my tongue, sinking into her central cleft. Her hands reached behind my head, one leg arching up to hook around my back, as she moaned softly, trying to push my head deeper into her core.

I could feel her desire, her need, her tension, and her anticipation. I pulled the small scrap of silk aside, exposing her light brown hair and the flushed slit of her sex, and buried my lips deep within her pleasure.

Her legs could no longer support her, and she began to sink. I grabbed her hips, laying her flat on the desk, my lips and tongue never ceasing their exploration of her soft crevice. She hooked her legs tightly around me, responding to the rhythm of my tongue with the dance of her hips and low, guttural moans.

She was completely limp on the desk. Suddenly, she stopped my movement, pulling me up so that I hovered over her. I felt her trembling fingers searching urgently for my lower half.

"Fuck me," she whispered, her voice a nearly silent command.

Before I could even react, my penis was buried deep inside her furnace-hot body.

The sensation was almost indescribable, like a bolt of electricity flashing through my entire frame.

My semi-soft member became instantly, rock-hard. She cried out, moving her hips to invite even more direct stimulation.

I pushed in slowly, then pulled back slowly, feeling her muscles stretch inch by inch around my entire length, only to contract again as I withdrew. Her eyes were squeezed shut, savoring the almost tearing pleasure and the stimulation of her clitoris as I hit the deepest point.

Her chest heaved with heavy, ragged breaths. Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusts, slamming into her clitoris again and again. The force of the impact traveled up her body, making her flushed breasts bounce in rhythm with my movements. I leaned down, opening my mouth wide to try and catch her bouncing nipples. Once, twice, and finally, I captured her swollen, pink peaks.

In an instant, she lost all control. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she cried out loudly, begging for more.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

I accelerated my pace, knowing I wouldn't last long. I tried to slow down, but Jessica's pleas and moans wouldn't let me. Time and again, I drove myself into her depths. She arched her back, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. I grabbed her legs and draped them over my shoulders, pounding into her delicate body at a nearly vertical angle.

My thrusting reached a fever pitch. Sweat poured from my forehead, gathering at my chin and splashing onto her sweat-slicked breasts. Jessica had entered a state of semi-madness; her head tossed wildly from side to side, and her hands pounded the tabletop.

"Oh! Oh! YES! YES!"

I knew I had reached my limit; one more second and I would lose all control. Summoning the last of my strength, I reached down to crudely stimulate her clitoris while delivering a final, heavy barrage of thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm...!"

Suddenly, she stopped moving. Everything went silent as her entire body shook uncontrollably. Deep inside her, a ring of muscles clamped tightly around me, convulsing violently.

A surge of pleasure erupted from my base. My legs spasmed, and I could no longer hold back. With a few low growls, I shot wave after wave of white fluid deep into her convulsing depths.

She began to sob softly.

From past experience, I knew my thickness was comparable to the Americans, and my hardness might even exceed theirs. Even if my length was an inch or two shorter, as long as the atmosphere was built correctly, Western girls would still submit. But I hadn't expected Jessica's reaction to be quite this intense. If I had known, I would have gone for her from the very beginning.

I didn't move, simply letting her legs slide down from my shoulders. Though my erection was gradually subsiding, it remained inside her. Not for any particular reason, but simply because I still wanted to enjoy the extreme tightness of her vagina. After a long while, she finally opened her eyes and gave me a faint smile.

"You're quite good! I thought Easterners weren't..."

I pressed a finger to her lips to stop her. Then, I rested my head between her breasts, wanting only to linger in the warmth for a moment...

"Roger! Wake up! Roger! You can't sleep here!"

I jolted awake, feeling a bit embarrassed as I pulled away. I picked up my clothes from the floor and handed them to Jessica. Without a word, we dressed ourselves. I helped her send the fax, packed up my things, and we said our goodnights before leaving the company separately. Though we both tried our best to act as if nothing had happened, we both knew that after tonight, our relationship would never be the same. As for how far it would go? Even that, I didn't know.