[JonThink]

When I first graduated from college, I took a job as a programmer analyst. Back then we didn't have computers and keyboards on our desk. Everything was entered in a batch mode. As a result, all our test data and programs were keyed up by "Keypunch Girls." I had a looker assigned to me. Every guy in the department talked about her boobs. They sat really high on her chest. We even took bets on whether they were real or fake. I said that one day I would find out for certain. The Keypunch Department Chair was a real b*tch and always nailed me for flirting with my keypunch girl. Then one day i had a high priority program that had to be running that night. My keypunch girl and I were assigned the task of not leaving the office until that job was online and running correctly. I was a pretty good programmer when I had to be. I got the job running in about two hours after normal quitting time. I didn't tell the operators it was ready. Instead, I asked the keypunch girl if she would like to have dinner with me. She readily agreed.

I took her to a dive bar/strip club. We had sandwiches and lots of beer. Ater awhile we started necking in the booth and were really going at it. Finally, some of the old horny bastard patrons told us to get a room or get married. My keypunch girl said, "We are already married." That was true -- just not to each other. With that, we left the bar and headed back to work. I dropped the program off, and we headed off toward her place. Normally, she rode to work with another co-worker (who had left work hours earlier). So, she needed a ride home. Shortly before reaching her home, I pulled over and we climbed into my back seat. We were really going after it. I found her boobs were really big and sat very high on her chest. So, I won the bet. However, that was not my goal that night. Pretty soon, we were tangled up in the big one, and I was pumping her good. She was a great fuck and was not about to let me get away without giving her three climaxes. Just as I nailed her for the third climax, there was a knock on my car window. It was winter and the windows were totally fogged over from our heavy breathing and hot bodies. I cracked the window opened slightly and peered out. It was Janet, one of our co-workers who lived in the area. Janet knew that I had a thing for this keypunch girl and figured I might nail her that evening. She said, "I don't know what you guys are doing in there, but Bruce, her husband, has been calling asking where she is, and he is getting ready to go out looking for her." I thanked Janet, and we slammed our clothes on and I got her home before Bruce started loading his gun.

The next day, I collected on all my boob bets from my co-workers. My keypunch girl was magnificent in every way!