The Mentors (Closed to rubenesque_princess)

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The Mentors​

Tagline: Whilst he is mentoring her at work, she ends up mentoring him in the bedroom.

Adrian Page
Age: 51
Height: 6’
Build: broad; relatively fit but overweight
Eyes: sea blue
Hair: short, receding
MS: Married
Profession: Scientist at an academic Institute.


His phonearmchair on the glass coffee table by the side of his arm chair. Placing his cup of tea down, he picked up his phone and saw the text, realising it was from Kelsey. A couple of swipes later, he was reading her text on Whatsapp, Kelsey adding him to her contact list the week before.

“See I will be there as we agreed!! ” was the caption underneath the tube station South of the river.

Adrian just replied with the thumbs up. And place the phone down, retrieving his first cup of tea of the day. Kelsey was a summer Msc student from an affiliated organization that was completing her three month research project in his group. His group head had selected the project for Kelsey, and had asked Adrian to be her main point of contact, her main ‘mentor’ as he would teach her with the techniques she will use as well as being her guide, her coach, her mentor. Adrian didn’t have a PhD, though in some areas he was as knowledgeable, experienced as someone who had one, though he had, partially by design, partially by coincidences become an informal manager of a sequencing facility of sorts.

She had only been there one week, but already they had formed a rapport, with some jovial flirting and banter. By nature, Adrian could be quite sarcastic, cheeky, and Kelsey had quickly got wind of that, and started to reply in kind. But on Friday afternoon, as they spoke about each other’s weekends, Kelsey mentioned that her boyfriend was coming down to visst her and was going back north on Monday. With hindsight Adrian’s comment was possibly slightly out of order; but he teased her that she wouldn't be able to get out of bed for him to pick her up at 07:30 am outside the tubestation that he drove past on the way to work. Whilst he never mentioned sex, that was the undertone of his comment, that she would be getting one last shag, a final fuck before he left her to go back to Durham and working on his PhD.

And so as he approached the agreed pick up point, she was already standing there in the early morning summer sun, the previous week had been, the ‘longest day’ in the northern hemisphere. Currently the UK weather was seasonal, warm sunny and most importantly very dry.

As such she was clearly dressed, in a pair of black leggings, her feet in a pair of flat pumps, her torso covered in a loose baggy top with her leather jacket over her arm as she waited.

“Morning trouble!” he stated as he opened the door for her. “So good weekend?” As the door closed, he looked over his shoulders before pulling out into the main traffic.

“Oh and I’ve got some good news. Clare is happy for you to stay over one or two nights a week if required!” as he glanced at her as he drove towards work and their morning coffee.

 

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Kelsey James
Age: 23
Height: 5’2”
Build: Curvy. Small-waisted with full breasts and hips. A little chubby some might say, but also muscular.
Eyes: Whiskey-colored, bright, truly reveal all emotions at any given time.
Hair: Long and curly. A brunette with golden highlights.
MS: Long-time boyfriend.
Profession: Student working on a three-month Master’s degree project with Adrian Page as her mentor, guide, and sometimes chauffeur.

Petite fingers separated thick curls as Kelsey speed walked toward the tubestation, her mustard ballet flats slapping the ground whilst her cream and floral tunic billowed around her thighs. Only luck found her at the station with enough time to reapply her signature warm burnt copper lipstick before dropping her bag and coat on ground, smiling widely, then snapping a quick selfie with the station in the background.

Satisfied with the results, she messaged the pic to Adrian with the caption, “See I will be there as we agreed!!”

As Kelsey dropped the lipstick into her bag, she chuckled to herself at the shade’s name, “Against the Wall.”

“Against the Wall, indeed.” she thought to herself, her grin widening. “And, On the Couch, the Floor, Bent Over the Kitchen Table, and On the Bed, naturally.”

After she told him her boyfriend was coming to visit for the weekend, Adrian teased her on Friday afternoon that she wouldn't make it in time for him to pick her up Monday morning. He didn’t say it outright, but Kelsey understood his meaning. She wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with Adrian's intimated suggestion, but she could barely keep her hands off Charlie all weekend. She was not going to tell Adrian, but she had only just made it to the station because she had not slept a wink Sunday night.

Kelsey’s phone vibrated with Adrian’s 'thumbs up' response to her picture. She pouted in disappointment at his concise and wordless response before replacing her phone in her bag. As the tube started to move, she hitched her bag onto her shoulder and draped her black leather jacket over her forearm.

‘Morning trouble!’ he stated as he opened the door for her. ‘So good weekend?’

Eyes wide, she turned to Adrian in feigned offense, “Me, trouble? Never! But, yes, I had a very nice weekend. Thank you for asking.” Her tone made plain her meaning, and without the ability to control it, she felt a blush rise to color her cheeks. Kelsey also noticed, and not for the first time, how Adrian’s eyes captivated her.

Kelsey silently absorbed Adrian’s ‘good news’ announcement. True, staying with Adrian and Clare would save her a three-hour commute. And, although he had mentioned the possibility, it wasn't something they had seriously discussed. Unsure what it meant or what to say, Kelsey broke her gaze from Adrian’s profile and turned her eyes to the road ahead of them.

 

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He glanced at her from his side view as he drove the remaining 4 miles or so to work, and entered the almost empty car park. The location of the research facility was on a former isolation hospital just outside North London, in the green countryside. As he drove, they made small talk, albeit with a little bit of banter, though Adrian didn't mention the weekend, much after the initial ‘How was your weekend?’ style conversation.

As he parked the car, and turned off the ignition, he turned to face her smiling, as the sun shone through the windows.

“Coffee? Breakfast?”

She nodded as they exited the vehicle and walked into the large two storey building.

“I’ll see you in the canteen.”

He left her as he headed up to his locker and dumped his bag, before making himself a coffee in his ‘cafetiere in a mug’ and took a bite of his apple as he headed back towards the canteen, where he saw her sitting outside. He went and joined her and continued the small talk for a few minutes until a natural pause in the conversation.

He looked at her grinning.

“So did you get a chance to sit down and think about your homework?”

He had tasked her to think about the project and to plan what experiments she felt she needed to do to get the project underway. The first week had been mostly in meetings, reading papers, and the inevitable Health and Safety stuff, though he had shown Kelsey how to do a set of PCRs and she even did her own set of PCRs to get her amplicons.

But she now needed to decide what else she needed to amplify, and start the process of old-fashioned Sanger sequencing.

He looked at her and smiled. She was quite pretty, and had a cute smile, her lips were rather sensual, sexy, her eyes mysterious. He looked at her partially exposed Decolletage briefly before moving back to her eyes as she started to answer.

 

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Kelsey

Still processing the offer from Adrian to stay at his home--with his wife--Kelsey wrapped her hands around the warm coffee cup, raised it to her lips, and inhaled the scent before taking the first sip. "Ahhh, glorious nectar of the gods...especially with no sleep," she thought to herself.

She drank deeply from the cup, basking in the warmth outside. Shaking out her long curls, and tossing them to her back, the sun warmed her glossy locks. Her thoughts switching gears to her weekend with Charlie, a smile played on her lips and she sighed contentedly.

Lost in thought, Kelsey nearly tossed the coffee cup as Adrian approached her from behind and tapped her on the shoulder before sitting across from her. "Geez, you scared the shit out of me, Adrian. You are just lucky I managed to keep hold of this cup, or you would owe me a new shirt. This is one of my favorites, you know." She flashed him a lopsided grin.

Caffeine finally beginning to course through her system, she turned to the bowl of fruit she had picked out at the canteen. Other than coffee, there was little she loved more than fresh strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries. They glistened in the sunlight and seemed almost too pretty to eat. Releasing another contented sigh, Kelsey picked up what appeared to be a perfect strawberry and brought it to her lips.

After a few minutes of banal chatter, Adrian asked, 'So did you get a chance to sit down and think about your homework?'

"Uh-oh," she thought to herself. Once Charlie had arrived for the weekend, she honestly had not thought much about her project.

"Um, kind of, maybe a little," was Kelsey's response. She noticed him clearly checking out the deep V of her tunic before Adrian's eyes raised to penetrate hers with a pointed look. "Okay, you got me," she said, "I didn't think much about the project while Charlie was here."

Floundering to recover, she commented, "I do have a few ideas on what else I should amplify, but I was wondering if maybe I should repeat the PCRs I completed last week to practice before moving on to new amplicons." Thinking that her lame response would instill confidence in neither her intellect nor her commitment to the project, she added, "And, maybe staying at your place is a good idea to assist in minimizing, um, distractions. What do you think?"

 

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He giggled slightly at her confession, “Well thanks for being honest. You have scored well on the integrity list” he replied full of sincerity.

“And I hope you both had a great weekend…”

He inhaled the aroma from his cafetiere as he listened to her thoughts though, which in part were not too dissimilar to his thoughts,

“Yes, I think you have a plan there, though the neat material is a tad precious. As such I also suggest we carry out some dilutions and repeat the PCRs, see if we can get a vague end point where we stop seeing amplicons; that will give us a vague idea on out sensitivity as it stands…”

He sipped his own coffee before continuing.

“And we can sequence those amplicons from last week… Again more for training for you, but good practice.”

They continued chatting as they formed a vague work plan for the next couple of days before the conversation soon returned to general chatting and banter, nothing too severe, too insulting, but enough to realise that the two of them were already starting to form a rapport.

Adrian was intending to coach, mentor Kelsey. AS such he was intending to get her to engage her brain through question technique, to get her to apply what she should have learnt in the lecture halls to real life problems.

And then the topic of staying at his home came up.

“Well it‘s up to you, but as we briefly discussed last week, maybe one or two nights a week depending on workload and timings…”

Soon, they were in the lab, Adrian’s bare legs looking weird under the longer labcoat, Adrian electing to wear shorts in the summer months. Adrian showed Kelsey the techniques, before offering her the gilsons, the tools of the trade so that she could apply the new knowledge, Adrian watching, making comments. Sometimes the comments were more questions, as he interrogated her, her memory and knowledge as she performed the various techniques.

Morning coffee came and left as they returned to the lab, in pursuit of science. And knowledge.

The conversation was for the most part very natural, with giggles, and slight insults being thrown at each other, as they emerged themselves into the work.

 

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Kelsey

“Well thanks for being honest. You have scored well on the integrity list” he replied full of sincerity.

“Oh, my darling Mr. Page,” Kelsey thought, “you really don’t know me very well yet.”

Instead of verbalizing her thoughts, though, she raised her eyes to his and simply thanked him.

Kelsey was not sure whether it was her randy weekend with Charlie, or simply their easy banter, but she felt herself being drawn to Adrian in a way she was not previously. She lowered her eyes to the cup in her hands as she sipped on its contents. Her thoughts warred in her mind, unbidden fantasies arising unexpectedly.

On one hand, Adrian was at least her father’s age and they were both spoken for, but on the other hand, he was quite handsome. As a hands-on learner, Kelsey also appreciated the teaching technique he employed—encouraging her to apply what she learned in the lecture hall to actual research situations and asking her questions to reinforce the methodology and knowledge he shared with her.

Kelsey found comfort in the natural rapport continuing to build between Adrian and her, so when he again raised the topic of potentially staying at his home one to two times per week for convenience, she was quick to agree that it was a great suggestion. “Thank you for offering to open your home to me, Adrian. And, of course, tell Clare thank you, too.”

She raised eyes the color of whiskey to his blues, “I think staying at your place would help me a lot, especially given my long commute. And, it would give me a chance to pick your brain for answers to questions that will inevitably arise once I am away from the lab. I don’t know how easily some of these technical questions could be asked and answered through text.”

Kelsey followed Adrian’s lead as he stood and began to gather his things. It was time for productivity. She tucked her hair behind her ears, stood, and arched her back in a feline stretch as reached her arms over her head.

Once in the lab, Kelsey giggled a little to herself at Adrian’s legs sticking out from his lab coat. “I wonder if he knows it appears as though he isn’t wearing pants?” she thought to herself, then “Don’t be juvenile, of course he doesn’t think dumb things like that.”

As the day wore on and she performed various new techniques, Kelsey gained an even deeper appreciation of Adrian’s teaching style. He would stop her from time to time to ask various questions—from whether she was sure she wanted to perform a certain step that way or to grill her memory regarding information she should know.

As Kelsey’s appreciation of Adrian’s teaching style increased, so did her attraction. The day flew by, and soon it was time to clean up and shut down the lab for the night. Adrian drove her to the tubestation, but before she opened the door to step out, she caved to impulse, leaned over, and brushed her lips gently against his cheek. “Thanks for the ride, boss,” she said, breathier than anticipated, and cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

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Kelsey chatted for a short while with Charlie after she arrived home. She teased him for having kept her up all night Sunday. “As if it were me,” Charlie said, “you’re insatiable…and I love you for it. Now, go get some sleep so you can show Adrian how amazing you are tomorrow.” If Charlie only knew….

Kelsey rushed through her bedtime routine of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and twisting her hair into a messy bun before climbing into bed. Though she was exhausted, Kelsey slid her left hand into the top of the boyshort panties she wore as pajamas. Her fingers drew lazy circles around her clitoris, and she soon drifted off to sleep…to thoughts not of Charlie, but of Adrian.

 

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The day was successful, and they made good progress, both with Kelsey re-amplifying the same template from the previous week, as well as diluting the template. And then the afternoon was spent sequencing the samples from the previous week, as Adrian did some of his own work, but on call to be able to guide, show and answer any questions that Kelsey may have. Kelsey was a MSc student, and so she should eb capable of thinking on her own two feet, that was part of the project, whilst Adrian is to advise her and to teach her.

But the afternoon was busy, friendly banter, good relevant questions from Kelsey for the most part as well as chatting, aided by the listening to a music radio station, a station that plays a range of music from the early days of rock and pop till the modern, though the music is more suitable for the older generation. That wasn’t necessary the main reason why Adrian listened to it, it was commercial free, and had a good playlist as well as other stuff.

And so they left work on a high, on a buzz as Adrian drove along the main road towards the tube, his iPhone tune dinto Waze, but more for traffic information than the actual routes, he had been driving the routes for long enough.

At the station, he pulled up inside the car park to allow Kelsey to get out of the car, but was totally taken back by her kiss, and he noted her slight blush of her cheeks. He was, though quite surprised. Sure they had a good afternoon, with conversation and banter, but the kiss.
Well he quickly dismissed it as nothing more than her being on a high, and just wanting to thank him.

But as he started to drive home he realised he had forgotten to remind her about having a ‘set of spare clothing in her locker incase she needed to stay over at short notice; and made a mental note to text her later, which he did soon after he was at home, and getting ready for an evening run; which he normally tried to do in the lunchtime, but with Kelsey, was seeming to be a tad more difficult to do, though it was early days.

The following morning, he awoke around six as he did most days, and was soon sipping tea in the front room as he watched the news, and checked his phone for both texts and emails. He rarely replied to emails on his phone, but it was easy to read and delete if needed or save as unread if a response or further action was required later on in the day. Around 6:30, he heard his phone vibrate on the glass coffee table, and picked it up, seeing the text from Kelsey, she was walking towards her tube station.

As he approached the road junction opposite the tube station, he saw Kelsey standing there scrolling on her phone. He grinned as he slowed down and opened the electric window, seeing Kelsey smile as she saw him.

“So how much for a good time?” he joked as he reached across and opened the door, blushing slightly as he realised his joke could easily backfire, though, from their banter on previous days, he doubted it.

“Morning; sleepwell?” he asked as she climbed into the passenger seat.

 

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Kelsey

Kelsey awoke with a start, her fingers still in her panties. Disoriented, she sat up and tried to get her bearings in the dark room. She fumbled for her mobile phone, flicked the power button to illuminate the screen, and groaned when she saw the time was 2:36 a.m. Then, she saw the new message notification.

A grin brightened her features, oddly illuminated by the light of the cell screen, when she saw the message was from Adrian. She laid back down, phone in hand, and read: I forgot to remind you to bring a spare set of clothing and toiletries to keep in your locker for any short-notice overnight stays. She barely had time to register the words before her eyelids fluttered shut again, hand clasping the phone to her chest.

Kelsey finally awoke for the day when the third of four alarms blared in her ear. She sat up in bed, set the phone next to her, then stretched her arms over her head, full breasts pushing against the thin tank top material. She rubbed her eyes, then flushed upon recalling the impulsive kiss, the thoughts to which she drifted to sleep, and Adrian’s message. Oh, Kels, what did you do? How are you going to face him today? She longed to curl back up in her blanket and remain there all day, but she knew she couldn’t avoid Adrian forever.

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Stepping out of the shower into the steamy bathroom, Kelsey wiped the mirror with the corner of the towel wrapped around her curls. She met her own brown eyes in the mirror, offered herself a shaky smile, and set about getting ready for the day.

Kelsey applied a sweet and tart strawberry, pear, and plum scented body butter from the top of her shoulders to the tips of her prettily painted toes, smoothing it over her breasts, the soft swell of her belly, and generous hips and thighs. She took extra care with her makeup, gliding her signature Against the Wall lipstick over her lips.

Thinking of Adrian’s message, Kelsey grabbed a small overnight bag for extra clothes on the way from the bathroom to her bedroom. Once in her room, she grabbed two pair of panties from her top dresser drawer, placed one in her bag, and stepped into the other—red lace hipsters. Next, two bras, the other halves of matching sets, both lace-edged demi bras designed to accentuate what she considered her best asset…assets. She paused her packing long enough to put on the red bra, placing the other in her bag. Finally, she added a pair of leggings, a lace-edged silky camisole, an oversized cotton dolman cardigan, ballet flats, pajamas, and a few necessary toiletries to the bag.

Kelsey decided on a mid-thigh length, teal and cream floral sleeveless swing dress, a short-sleeved cream cardigan sweater, and knee-high brown leather boots with chunky two-inch heels for the day's attire.

Checking the time, she realized she took too long primping and would have to hurry or risk missing her train. She grabbed her overnight bag and her oversized purse and left for the tube station. About a half a block away from the station, she took a quick selfie, making sure the overnight bag was in the forefront of the photo. Before resuming her fast pace to catch her train, she sent the picture with the message, “I got your message and packed a bag!”

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Kelsey’s tube arrived before Adrian, so she scrolled through her various social media apps, responded to a friend’s Facebook Messenger message, and checked the weather forecast as she waited. Anything to keep her mind off her questionable choices the previous day. She unsuccessfully attempted to reassure herself that the kiss on the cheek was simply a display of gratitude and that Adrian accepted it as such.

“So how much for a good time?”

Adrian had arrived. Kelsey was taken aback at his comment, but decided to roll with it, thankful for the easy banter instead of the tension she feared.

“More than you’ll ever have,” was Kelsey’s well-timed retort. With a smile reaching her eyes, she climbed into the car.

“Morning; sleep well?” Adrian asked. She raised her dark brown eyes to his blues, and responded, “Better than I have in days. Of course, that’s because I didn’t sleep at all Sunday night.”

 

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Mid-week flies by

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As Kelsey climbed into the car, he grinned.

“Love your outfit, Kelsey, sassy, alluring and well it suits you. And the boots...” though he never finished that sentence.

He loved her dress, the colour of the slightly retro style swing skirt of the dress, it suitably suited her, and suitably complimented on the dress as he started to pull out into the traffic and onwards to work. As they chatted, he saw her boots and smiled. He had a little passion for women in boots; Not the bedroom or fetish style, to be honest, they didn't do much for him, many of them looked ridiculous in his eyes; though he also knew there were times and places where he could find them quite provocative, erotic.

The conversation was mostly small talk as they chatted about the previous evening, or an article on the news, though Kelsey was mumbling about being hungry. And so, as it would develop into a routine, they arrived at work, Kelsey, or K as he started to refer to her occasionally, to test the waters so to speak, would have breakfast, and Adrian would make himself a coffee and join her, occasionally indulging in a sausage sandwich, or roll, as he did that morning.

As they sat outside, he noticed the hint of the red shoulder strap of her bra, but he endeavoured to be the polite gentlemen, but he always found it alluring when the bra colour did not match the outer clothing, not that it needed to. But it was also a change, certainly, when he was her age, most girls would try and be discreet about their bras, their under layers, but now it seems to be quite common, even fashionable to flaunt yours under layers, your lingerie.

But he also wondered how sexual, or utilitarian the bra was, what he saw made him think it could be more sexual, but he wasn’t sure. But soon he changed the conversation to work, as he started to ask her what her plans where, and how they should plan their day. Whenever he could, he endeavoured to get K thinking about the project, the tasks.

One thought he did have overnight was her laboratory notebook, to ensure it was up to date, and contained all the information that she would need when she came to write up her project. And for him and Mark, his boss to refer to when she had left, her project completed. He had given her the blank book last week in her first week, so he needed to ensure she was entering notes and other useful relevant information including gel images of the PCR amplicons.

The day went quickly, as they were both busy, Adrian mentoring, supporting K as he endeavoured to do his own work at the same time. But already K was demonstrating an ability to him that suggested she could be trusted to work alone, or at least independently but he rarely left her in the lab alone. Not so much as he didn't trust her, but rather down to H&S policies.

He even managed to grab a run at lunchtime, a two-mile ‘run’ than a longer more leisurely jog. He was overweight, but he wasn’t unfit, though he was at an age where he ought to do something about his weight. As such he was trying to exercise every day, be it a 4-mile jog or a 20-minute brisk walk, which the medics ar encouraging everyone to do at least three times a week. He was aiming for every day. But despite his weight, his body was reasonably toned, especially his muscular legs, where he had received numerous compliments over the years about his legs.

As the two of them chatted in the lab, their banter increased, there was definitely a chemistry between them, as they chatted, teased and even exchanged minor insults. It was during one of their chats, as he saw her eyes, he wondered whether there was anything more than just a kiss of gratitude the previous day, but instantly dismissed the idea as ridiculous.

The day came to a close, as he dropped her at the station, before continuing home. That afternoon, he was rather frisky, a mixture of the sun, the attire of female including Kelsey, and her dress. It wasn’t long before he was in his armchair, his fingers around his shaft as he caressed his dark purple glans. He remembered the kiss, and suddenly wondered what it would be like to kiss her back.

His cock twitched at the thought. He sighed as his eyes closed, the thoughts of random females leaving his mind, to be replaced by one, Kelsey. He imagined holding her, his hands around her, her fingers caressing the short hair on the back of his head as their tongues danced the tango.

It wasn’t long before his back tensed, letting out a loud groan as he involuntary thrusted into the wad of kleenex around his cock as his body shuddered, releasing more of his thick sticky seed into the tissue.

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The Wednesday was pretty much the same as Tuesday, with Adrian picking Kelsey up from the station, and the drive to work immediately followed by breakfast. Work was again busy, with the first sequencing data that Kelsey had generated coming of the capillary machine. So a busy day in the lab was going to be compounded by training Kelsey on the data analysis side of life, now that her ‘issued’ laptop had been received. The weather was a tad cooler, and so Kelsey had chosen to wear leggings and a slightly sheer pale blue scoop-necked top. As such Adrian could see the darker blue bra straps. The Straps were unconventional, being one of the new styles of bras that dispensed with the traditional shoulder straps, replaced by alternative straps. Again, Adrian found that style intriguing, and whilst he never overlooked, there were times, especially when Kelsey was walking in front of him, he couldn't help but notice, to become curious.

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His phone beeped as he sipped his tea, another selfie with Kelsey in front of a station sign, making him smile, her cheap leather biker jacket unfastened.

“See you at the normal time.”

He sensed that Thursday would be busy, with gels to run. Sequence PCRs to setup, and of course to teach Kelsey the ins and out of Basic Bioinformatics, assembling and analysing their sanger Sequence data that they had generated. But it was keeping, him, both of them busy, though thankfully not in a stressful sense. As such the days seemed to end before they had started.

He pulled into the spot where he normally picked her up, but couldn’t see her. And so, with the ignition turned off, he started to browse Facebook on his phone, seeing he had a new friend request.

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Fantasy takes over...

Kelsey could hardly believe it was already Wednesday evening. Between her long commute and finding a groove at the lab, the days seemed to end before she could believe it.

Alone in her flat, Kelsey had shed her leggings and sheer top in favor of her navy and cream floral cheeky panties and a gray oversized sweatshirt.

She settled into an overstuffed chair with her legs folded beneath her, her lab notebook and official project laptop on the side table next to her. The neckline of her gray oversized sweatshirt slid off her left shoulder, revealing the navy twin spaghetti strap of her mesh demi bra.

While she enjoyed her time in the lab, data analysis was what Kelsey truly enjoyed. She’d started a worksheet containing a few different spreadsheets to analyze the data in multiple ways. Charlie teased her that she almost looked more satisfied upon successful programming of a difficult spreadsheet formula than successful completion of a great orgasm.

Kelsey picked up her lab notebook and began flipping through the pages of notes--hastily scribbled instructions from her training sessions with Adrian and raw data she had documented by hand before she’d received the laptop.

A deep flush spread over her face as she flipped to a page containing notes she had written on the tube during her ride home Tuesday. She ripped the page out, crumbled it into a ball, and shot it toward a small wastebasket across the room. She arose to retrieve the missed shot, crossed the room on bare feet, then picked up the wad of paper. Having a change of heart, she started to smooth the paper as she made her way back to the chair.

Kelsey sternly reminded herself that was in love with Charlie. That her future was with Charlie.

Still, she argued with herself, perhaps if I just get the entire fantasy on paper, I will get it out of my mind. Maybe.

She thought back to Adrian’s comment about her outfit the previous day. The thought he never finished: ‘Love your outfit, Kelsey, sassy, alluring and well it suits you. And the boots….’ Comments such as that only served to fuel her illicit desires.

Thinking she ought not use her project-issued laptop to create a potentially retrievable document detailing desires only recently awakened, she picked up the pen on the side table, opened the notebook to a blank page near the back and began writing.

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“Would you please come here a moment, K?” I heard you call from Mark’s office. You were taking advantage of Mark’s day away to work on some analysis completed much easier with the ability to shut the door and focus. “Give me a couple of minutes and I will be right there” was my reply.

Once I reached a satisfactory stopping place, I made my way to the office. “What’cha need, boss?” I asked in my usual flirty voice as I approached the doorway. The apparent change in your demeanor caused me to stop short in the doorway. There was a previously unseen intensity in your eyes...a primal hunger I’d only fantasized I would ever see.

A discordant cacophony of thoughts bombarded me as your blue eyes, clouded by arousal, pierced my gaze. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come in. And, close the door behind you.” Your usual teasing tone was replaced by one that was more serious and raspy. I was driven to comply, and took a step toward the black leather desk chair on which you sat. You leaned forward, elbows on knees, gaze slowly travelling from my eyes to my feet and back again.

You beckoned me to move toward you. I felt as though my feet carried me to you of their own accord. I stopped just in front of the chair. You reached out your hand and snaked it through my thick curls and a moan, unbidden, rumbled deep in my chest. I let out a yelp as your hand quickly closed around the hair at the nap of my neck, pulling my head back.

“You incessant tease. Is this what you want?”

“Y...ye...yesssss...pleasssse” I stammered in response. Embarrassment flushed my cheeks at the admission and I averted my eyes, suddenly exceedingly interested in the boots covering my feet and lower legs.

You roughly grabbed my chin and forced my head up until my eyes were level with yours. “Eyes on mine unless you are told otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir.” My nipples puckered and small spasms of arousal began deep within my pussy walls. I could feel a dampness beginning to slick my pussy lips.

You arose and removed a leather belt from your waistband. Eyes still locked on mine, you folded the belt in half. I began to tremble in trepidation...scared of both what might come to pass and that you would suddenly change your mind and dismiss me.

Instinctively, I moved my legs apart. Without blinking, you slapped the fleshy part of my hip/buttocks with the belt. “I didn’t tell you to move.” My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water as my mind raced. I quickly moved my legs back together. Another slap of the belt, this time on the other side. “I still haven’t told you to move.”

“Wha...what should I do?” Tears welled in my eyes. I was both aroused and scared. Scared that I would do something displeasing to you. “Tell me what to do and I will do it.”

“Spread your legs again,” you said. I complied, then found the leather between my legs. You gently tapped the inside of my legging-covered thighs, beginning just above my knees, alternating sides as you moved the belt up. You then turned the belt so that it lie flat against my pussy.

I moaned and began to unconsciously thrust against the belt. THWACK! The sting quickly gave way to pleasure. You then began gently tapping against my pussy. My hips moved uncontrollably, ripples of pleasure causing spasms throughout my pussy.

The tapping ceased and you simply slid the belt between my legs. My held fell back as I began to moan louder…

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Chest heaving in arousal, Kelsey snapped the notebook shut. So much for thinking “getting it out” would make it go away, she thought to herself. Kelsey wanted nothing more than to bring herself to what she knew would be an amazing orgasm, but didn’t want to give Adrian that satisfaction, albeit unbeknownst to him.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as her phone rang. Seeing it was Charlie, she quickly answered with perhaps more pep than she intended. See, he is your future.

She and Charlie recounted their days’ events and chatted about a little bit of everything before saying goodnight. She made sure to put her notebook and laptop in her bag for the morning. Already tired of the long commute, she decided she would ask Adrian about possibly staying the night tomorrow.

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“Oh, shit!” Kelsey exclaimed to nobody. She’d overslept...again. This crazy commute was definitely getting to her, but the project was simply not optional. She dressed quickly in a pair of plum colored leggings and a black, cream, and plum asymmetrical floral tunic, tossed on her leather jacket, not bothering to zip it, grabbed her bag, and ran out the door.

She made it to the station in time to snap a selfie to send to Adrian, a new habit she knew they both enjoyed. Yes, she could simply shoot him a text letting him know she was on her way, but the photo just made it more fun. Or, at least that’s what she convinced herself.

During the train ride, Kelsey opened Facebook on her mobile and updated her “work” information to include her current project. After scrolling a bit, she noticed Adrian pop up as a recommended friend, probably due to the fact that they had the same location listed for "work." She stalked his profile, then impulsively pressed the “Add Friend” button.

Kelsey was reminded of her scribbling the night before. She groaned inwardly. As if that fantasy wasn't as cliche as anything, and written as though it belongs in Penthouse Letters. Between her phone call with Charlie and her rushed morning, she’d completely forgotten to tear out “those pages” from her lab notebook. She vowed to get rid of them as soon as possible when she was in a safe place to do so. She surely couldn't risk throwing them away in the lab.

 

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Thursday's Breakfast

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The phone vibrated in his hand, and a WhatsApp text appeared. A few swipes later, he was reading a text from a friend about a meeting they were organizing the following week. He quickly replied before returning to the main chat window and then opened the Kelsey chat. He scrolled upwards, noticing that her text, the photo of her in purple-esque leggings was around 8 minutes later than the photos of the previous days.

He shrugged his shoulders and returned to Facebook, to be soon lost in thought and time. A tap on the window brought him back to reality as he saw Kelsey with her unkempt hair and a slightly sheepish smile.

He reached over and opened the door greeting her as he did so.

“Morning Kelsey, Oversleep by any chance?” with a cheeky smile. He saw her toned legs again wrapped in leggings and a simple asymmetric tunic, as she got into the car.

She nodded before she spoke, wishing him a good morning. The engine came to life, as he started to drive towards work, and the inevitable breakfast. They made small talk, as they spoke about their evenings, though less than 15 minutes later, they were parked up, close to the canteen entrance.

As was becoming the norm, Kelsey went straight to the breakfast bar as he headed up to his locker and returned with a banana and coffee. The sun was out, with blue skies, it was going to be a beautiful day. He found Kelsey sitting outside on the terrace, with her breakfast.

He sat opposite her and grinned.

“So what's the plan for today?”

As usual, he had his own thoughts, but wanted Kelsey to tell him what she thought they should be doing on that day. There were PCRs to perform, with the diluted template, a gel to run, and possibly setting up sequencing reactions, But there was also the sanger data that they had already generated. To achieve what they needed to achieve would require pragmatic planning and essential time management.

As Kelsey deliberated, he looked at her. Her Tunic had a wide scoop neck, revealing a hint of flesh, and a hint of bra. That sort of look always made him wonder, for him at least that was quite erotic, imagining what was hidden from what was shown. He imagined her br was supporting a pair of pert firm breasts. Her reply brought him back to his senses as he sipped his coffee.