Trust Me I’m a Programmer by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2018

Luv Karen

Historical, set more than fifty years ago in the days when a mainframe had 16 kB of memory, the Ladybird book of computers for children was used as a training guide and punched cards were used for data entry.

Claire admired herself in the mirror. Three inches below her private parts, that was respectable that was not like that Sally forever flashing everything she hadn’t got. How she could wear skirts that were an inch below well no discrimination that girl.

Perhaps she ought to slip a different pair of knickers on, something more interesting. She browsed through her collection, something bright to catch the pallet truck driver’s eye at a distance or something more subtle to catch a manager’s eye at closer range? She pulled out a scrap of real French lace that she’d brought on holiday in Paris last year. She’d admired the clothing whilst window shopping but the prices were something else.

She’d wear them today as a reminder of her time in Paris. She glanced in the mirror on last time. Perfection, today she was going to meet the man of her dreams she could feel it.

She climbed onto the bus and perched on a side facing seat crossing her legs to show off her thighs but keeping herself respectable. She smiled at the two old biddies as they walked past her glowering at her. She was never going to grow old like those wizen old crones.

Now she hadn’t noticed him on the bus before. She glanced at his wedding ring finger, nothing there but that didn’t always mean anything. He looked interesting, shirt and tie, a charge hand perhaps?

He sat on the opposite seat and looked a little lost. Poor lamb she thought. Dare she speak to him and find out about him or would he think her forward? She kept her eyes down away from making contact with his. She could uncross her legs? She kept her knees together at first but very slowly parted them to give him an accidental glimpse of French lace.

She inwardly smiled to herself. She did enjoy being a girl sometimes, especially when she could provoke an interesting bulge with so little effort.

“Excuse me but do you know where Billings is?” He’d spoken to her, taken the first step. She looked at him he seemed respectable, she leant forward her scooped summer dress neckline giving him a glimpse of her femininity.

“Third stop after I get off. Are you starting work there then?” “No but they advertised for programmers so I thought I’d take a look.” “Why not stop off on the way at our works. I think we have a vacancy for a programmer.” Well the entire programming department of six programmers had left for Billings the month before. She smiled at him then quickly got up and sat besides him before asking him a few more questions about himself.

At her bus stop she took him by the hand and led him off the bus. She left him in the programmer’s office whilst she sort out Mr. Hargreaves. “Julie I came across a programmer looking for work so I left him in the programmers’ office could you keep him entertained whilst I find Mr. Hargreaves?” Him, Julie’s eyes lit up. “I’ll take him a coffee.” She wiggled away to the kitchen whilst Claire scurried round.

“Mr. Hargreaves has taken the day off.” “I have a new would be programmer in the programmers’ office.” “Why don’t we give him the aptitude test and then I’ll ring up Mr. Hargreaves depending on his score?” Claire looked dubious then shrugged. “OK.” “Will he be alright waiting until I find a copy?” “I asked Julie to entertain him.” They exchanged looks, “Well he’s a big boy so as long as we knock first before entering?” The rest was left unsaid as they searched for the copy of the aptitude test and the instructions. “When I came passed Grimshaw's there was a big hefty bailiff there and everyone was waiting at the gate.” “Haven’t you heard Billings hired their programming staff away from them so when the tax rate changes came they had no one to update the programs for accounts receivable. The bank foreclosed on their loans.” “Just fancy that. They've been in business for fifty years you know. My gran used to work for them years ago. Established 1922 it says on their letterhead.” “We’d better convince this one to stay then.”

Julie carried two mugs of coffee carefully into the programmers’ office and placed them down on the desk in front of Keith. “Do you take sugar? I can go back and get some if you like.” “Depends how bad the coffee is.” Julie looked at him “l like you I think.” Keith sipped his coffee. “Not bad.”

Julie sat herself down in his lap. At his upraised eyebrow she murmured “Well its better upholstered than the office chairs in here.” “Now for the first part of the interview.” She kissed him on the lips lightly at first then the kiss deepened. “This is part of the interview?” “Well mistletoe and the Office Christmas party are very important part of our calendar and we'd want to make sure you fit into the team don't we?” She had a naughty thought about fitting in then blushed as she kissed him again. “Did I pass?” Julie grinned, “We’d better make sure hadn’t we.” This time she guided his hand so it cupped the underside of her breast. “Now the next question is how good are you at tweaking nipples?” She moved his hand just a little higher so his fingers were positioned either side of her nipple then sort his lips once more. Good job she was wearing a thin summer dress and no bra.

Twenty minutes later Claire tapped gently on the office door and let herself in closing the door behind her. “Thank you Julie for keeping him entertained.” Julie looked at him with bruised lips and dreamy eyes. “It was definitely my pleasure. He can run his hands over any part of my body anytime.”

“Now to more serious matters would you mind taking an aptitude test?” “Who is Julie by the way?” “One of the card punch operators.” Keith sat and worked his way through the aptitude test whilst Claire invigilated and read a paperback. She glanced at her watch, time up. “Pen down please.” She announced. “I’ll just carry it off for Mary to score. I’ll be back momentarily.” She darted from the room and then returned back. “If you’d like to come with me I’ll show you around.” She led him into a room full of card punches manned by a selection of very short skirts. “Julie you’ve met already, but this is Melanie, Kathy, Susie and Sally.” “Have pity on him he’ll never remember all our names. Just show him our computer.”

“Hi I’m Stephanie and I feed the cards into the beast. It’s the very latest type with sixteen or is it seventeen kilograms of memory and four tape drives.” She said proudly. Keith mentally converted kilograms to kilobytes.

“Do you have any disk drives?” “I don’t think so. Mr. Hargreaves thought that we could do our sorts on the tape drives rather than buy an expensive disk drive.”

Mary came into the punch room and waved at them through the glass partition. When she was admitted she announced “I’ve spoken to Mr. Hargreaves and if you’re agreeable would you like to start tomorrow?” She handed him a sheet with the pay scales on and a red underline half way up. Claire held her breathe, Julie skipped into the room hugging him “So are you coming to the Christmas party?” “How could I resist such an invitation?” “Oh good my friend Kathy might need some training in kissing before the mistletoe season. She hasn’t had much experience.” Behind her a blushing Kathy glared at her. Keith merely raised Kathy's hand to his lips and gently kissed it. “There lesson one. We might want to delay the next lesson until we have some mistletoe on hand.” He grinned at her. Kathy smiled back at him then turned to Julie. “He’s nice.” she announced.

The following morning Mr. Hargreaves met Keith for the first time and with a twinkle in his eye. “I’m Mr. Hargreaves. I understand my young ladies hired you yesterday?” “I was thinking about working for Billings but got persuaded to work here instead and I’m not quite sure how.” “Never mind if they like you they can be very persuasive.”

Keith settled in nicely. Towards month end he took his coding sheets in the to the punch room. “Can you manage these for me?” “I’ve two girls out today and being month end the work is stacked up but if you don’t mind punching your own there is a machine available.” Mary pointed to one next to Claire. He sat down and Mary showed him the on off switch. “Is there a manual?” he asked Claire. Claire passed him the one from her drawer.

Twenty minutes later Claire glanced across. It seemed that as Keith typed in the machine knew exactly which column to skip to rather than use the space bar. Her nose twitched. “How does it know when to skip?” “It’s in the manual, you can program it.” “Could you set mine up for these invoices?”

Fifteen minutes later all the girls punching in invoices were using Keith’s program as he copied it onto cards they could load. The work was entered much faster than normal.

The following week Keith drifted into the punch room whilst he awaited the results of his latest test run. Standing behind Julie he gently stroked her neck and shoulders. Julie tried hard to carry on punching cards but her entry rate gradually slowed down as Keith’s magic gentle strokes did their work. Claire was both shocked and fascinated Julie was lapping up the attention, not only that but there was an almost imperceptible change about her.

Stephanie walked out of the machine room carrying Keith’s fanfold printer output and Keith immediately left Julie to look through his results. “Julie did you just have an orgasm?” “It was only a small one but it was very nice.” she grinned. “I happen to have very sensitive skin, besides he turns me on. It’s alright I gave him permission to run his hands over my body, he’s very good at it. I wonder if he’d give Frank lessons?” Claire didn’t think Frank would like the idea of getting lessons from another male. Still Julie wasn’t the only one to be turned on by him. Claire looked round half the seated girls were showing bare skin above their knickers above their bums. Not only that but Claire noticed both Mary and Jennifer walked to the front and bent forward over the table as they picked up the next batch of invoices rather than walk round to the other side.

Jennifer looked over her shoulder flirtatiously as Keith was walking past wiggling her bum at the same time. He looked at her and tapped her bum lightly. “Oh I like it. Can I have another one?” “Do I get one too?” Asked Mary fluttering her false eyelashes. Keith's hand moved a little faster against Mary's backside. She turned and looking at him soulfully demanded a kiss better before pressing her body up against his and raising her lips to his. “That was hard.” She rebuked sliding her hand over his crotch. “Does my bum get a kiss better as well?” Keith retreated blushing and the punch room burst into laughter and giggles. Claire shook her head. They really were disgraceful, still if it kept them a tame programmer around what could she say?

It was quiet for once, Claire slipped into to see Keith to see if he had anything he needed punching up. “Not just at the moment but if you wouldn't mind taking a coding sheet and copying these lines of code but changing the search value that would save me some time.” She did as requested and looked up. Keith walked over and looked through the code “Looks good, punch them up then duplicate this pack of cards and we'll slip them in.”

Together they walked through to Stephanie and passed her the tray of cards. Stephanie typed in the commands at the console to start up the card reader and it quickly read in the cards. Claire was nervously crossing her fingers behind her back as the console asked for a tape to be mounted. The line printer spat out the report which Stephanie filed away. When they returned to the programmer's room Claire spoke up. “Did my program write out the report?” Keith nodded. She did a little dance round the office. “Can I try another one?” Keith pointed to the backlog of requests sitting in his in tray “Let's take a look through these but most are requests for more reports and I think you might manage them.”

Mr. Hargreaves put his head round the door. “Is Keith about?” “No he's taken the day off. Something about a workman coming.” “You don't know if he's finished coding the quarterly reports do you?” “I've just finished them but he hasn't checked them yet.” Mr. Hargreaves stepped into the office and looked over the coding sheets. “Well they look OK and it is urgent so shall we give them a run?” Claire nodded and ten minutes later Mr. Hargreaves disappeared clutching his urgent reports.

“So why is Claire coding up reports?” “Well it was quiet and she wondered if she could help so I set her on coding the reports. It's simple enough you just take the old one duplicate it and change half a dozen cards and its done.” “But why is it quiet?” “Oh that well Claire spotted that I'd programmed the punch card station to speed up my work and she had me program the other ones at month end. It's much faster.” “I thought I hadn't had as many complaints about punching being delayed.” “I didn't do wrong did I?” “No not at all. I should have sorted out the programmable punch machines years ago I just didn't think about it.”

“Claire you’re on a training course starting Monday for two weeks.” “Lucky me. I wonder what’s about.” She looked at the paperwork. “It’s miles away still it gets me out of the office for two weeks. That’s fine.”

Judy looked at the sheets again, “Mary come and take a look at this. It looks like all our positions are being terminated.” Mary looked over Judy's shoulder. “Mr. Hargreaves is on holiday for a fortnight but I'm sure he'll sort it out when he returns. It's a bit odd though. I wonder what's happening.”

In the canteen she spotted Mrs. Henshaw who did the confidential word processing in the word processing pool. “Know anything about the punch room staff being terminated?” Mrs. Henshaw looked round before saying quietly “I'm not supposed to tell you anything but your jobs are safe.” “Ta.”

Mr. Hargraves saw Claire first in his office. “Since you’ve completed the computer programming course I can offer you a trainee programming post.” “Working with Keith?” “Yes in the programmers room.” Claire gave a small shiver of anticipation. “Yes please.”

Mr. Hargraves entered the punch room “I’ve a bit of news for you. Since the number of cards punched has increased but without needing any additional staff Human Resources have agreed to create a new position of programable punch operator and you’re all offered new positions as programable punch operator with the exception of Claire.” “Yer Wot?” came the cry from the back of the office. “You get a 50% increase in pay.” “That’s nice.” “Claire are you leaving us?” “I’ll be next door with Keith working as a trainee programmer unless there is a sudden peak in demand in the punch room when I might come back and help you out.” “All right for some.”

Beth slipped into the programmer's office with a garment bag. “Do you mind if I hang this up? It's a special night tonight and I'm getting all dressed up. With luck George might even propose.” Keith nodded, he liked Beth.

At four in the afternoon Beth slipped into the programmer's office once more as Claire left for the day. “I'm that nervous.” She admitted to Keith then threw him a saucy mischievous look “You couldn't warm me up could you like you do Julie?” Keith leaned back in his chair. “You need to get changed so why not get undressed in front of me? You never know you might be a secret exhibitionist.” Beth looked appalled. Keith made encouraging noises. She undid the top button of her blouse. Keith quietly clapped his hands together. Encouraged she undid a second button then whirled round to put her back to Keith as she coyly glanced back at him over her shoulder. She turned back to face him with all her blouse buttons undone and slid the blouse down her left shoulder. “Think I could get a job in Soho then?” “Getting warm are you? The thought of all those dirty old men in raincoats fondling themselves as you show them a glimpse of ankle up on stage in the spot lights?” Beth closed the sides of her blouse together protectively. “I couldn’t go on stage with an audience.” “I’m sure you could, you’d have them having heart attacks as they wanked at sight of a glimpse of your bare shoulder.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me? Does it turn you on watching me strip like this?” “Definitely darling.” Keith moved his hand down to his crotch to cover his hardness and give himself a gentle rub. “Even though I’m showing less than Sally does normally in the office? What did you think about her blue dress by the way?” “Which one was that?” “The sheer blue one she wore with matching blue underwear and blue stockings. She put them on because she heard the owner was coming round and she fancied herself as a personal assistant. Pity he didn’t turn up.” “Oh that one. I don’t know it was fun watching all the guys come round on the feeblest excuses to the punch room.” “I noticed you were in there most of the day.” “I was helping Jennifer with the verifying program remember?” “All day?” “Well she’d made a special effort with her flimsy knickers and she was determined to keep my attention away from Sally.” “She made a special effort all right sitting so close next to you to see what you were doing and your eyes were glued down her neckline.” “As I said she was determined to keep me distracted from Sally. Although why she’d think Sally was any competition to anyone I don’t know. You need something in the brain box.” “She is a bit empty headed isn’t she?” Beth added with satisfaction as she pooled her skirt to the floor.

“Want to give me a neck rub before I put my dress on?” Keith stepped behind her and gave her neck and shoulders a gently rub until she started to moan. “If you really want to be warmed up I could try something different.” “Yes please.” Beth gasped and Keith knelt down before her. Kissing and nibbling up her thighs until his mouth covered her and his tongue lapped around her clit. “God what are you doing to me?” Keith carried on lapping and Beth held the back of his head firmly to keep herself upright, and still the lapping continued. Her breath grew short and she felt herself melting inside. Keith felt the shudder and stood to hold her. “Time to get dressed for George.” She looked at him blankly “George?” “The one you’re getting dressed up for to ring an proposal out of him tonight.” “Oh that George. Just hold me.” Keith held her until she had recovered. “Well I’d better get on with the rest of my special night hadn’t I although after this it won’t be quite the same.”

“Kathy is getting married so you're invited to the shower." "Me? I thought they were all female events." “We talked it through and everyone said it wouldn’t be the same without you.” “Is Mr. Hargraves invited as well?” Claire gave him a look “His wife might prefer him not to spend the evening with us punch girls.” “What do I have to do?” “Well you’ll need an embarrassing gift for a start.” “A variable speed power drill?” “Yes that would be embarrassing but not quite the sort of thing I was thinking of. I’d better go shopping with you.”

She guided him into a shop that sold lingerie. “Now I think if you were to give her something like these?” She held up a pair of sheer bright red knickers for his inspection. The shop assistant noted his face was practically the same shade the knickers. “They’re inexpensive and bound to embarrass her.” Keith turned to the grinning assistant “Kathy’s getting married and it only happens once in your life time so can you suggest something embarrassing but a bit more special?” The assistant turned to Claire with a questioning look. “He’s single, well paid so money to burn.” She led them over to the counter and pulled out a drawer from the cabinet behind. “These are the finest 15 denier stockings available direct from Paris.” “I mentioned he had money to burn but these? How much?” Claire gluped at the price. “Would she need something to hold them up?” Another drawer was opened up and a flimsy navy blue suspender belt removed and placed on the counter. “For the wedding something blue and you could always buy the stockings in blue and call her a blue stocking at the shower. A matching garter as well?” Claire looked on with envious eyes. “Know her stocking size?” Claire nodded “She takes the same size as me 9M.”     “So two suspender belts, four pairs of stockings in blue and one garter please. Can you wrap two pairs of stockings and a suspender belt separately please?”

As they left the shop he handed the package containing two pairs of stockings and a suspender belt to Claire.          “Those are for my benefit. I haven’t decided when to ask you to wear them for me yet.” Claire coloured up beautifully. “They’re far too expensive.” “But will they embarrass Kathy?” “God yes and the other girls will be so envious.”

Keith arrived at the shower with a new gleaming shopping cart with a white ribbon bow tied on the handle. He greeted Kathy with a hug and presented the shopping cart. “Your wedding present.” Kathy tried not to look too disappointed at the practical gift. “Put it in the corner with the other packages.” Julie had brought a bottle of Bristol Cream Sherry, Beth and Jennifer had clubbed together to buy a set of glasses so the two presents were combined. Somehow Kathy got given a wine glass half full of sherry which she looked at dubiously. “I’m not sure I should be drinking this much sherry.” “Have a sip.” Kathy sipped and set the glass down. “Now present time. Mine first.” When unwrapped there were two pillows, one was embroidered Mr. Right, the other Mrs. Always Right. “And don’t let him forget it.” there were shrieks of laughter at the comment and gift. Next came a tiny gift wrapped package was passed across to Kathy to open. Inside was a pair of white silk briefs embroidered with ‘Remove Before Insertion’ embroidered on the front which were handed round for inspection.

“It’s really nice stitching looks like it was done by hand?” “My kid brother’s work.” “What you got Jason into sewing now Clair?” “He needed a shirt button sewing on so I taught him how. Then going to college he was broke over summer. He’s getting quite good. Ask Mary since he’s become her dress maker now.” “Mary?” Mary stood and twirled “All his work.” She lifted the skirt to display matching knickers “He even made these for me so it doesn’t look quite so indecent if they show by accident.” “Measured you up by hand did he?” “I bet his hands were all over her.” “He did take along time getting the hem right I must confess. He had me stand on a chair whilst he sat and pinned me up then repinned again and again it to get the hem straight.” “I bet he did.” Another small package was opened this time the slightly sheer material had a ‘X marks the spot.’ embroidered on it. Jason offered to come and inspect them on to see if he got the X in the right place.” “I bet he did.” Kathy really was getting pink now.

She changed the direction of the conversation with “It’s a really nice shopping cart.” Jennifer pulled it across the room. “It’s a bit heavy though.” “Is there something inside?” The first thing they found were four bottles of Champagne. “Sparkling wine.” Claire looked at Keith “Is it?” “Well yes, its not vintage Champagne but its real to make it a special day and I thought you might like a taste of the real stuff for once.” Keith eased the cork out of the bottle with a slight pop and Claire had a wine glass ready to catch it as it bubbled forth. “Definitely nice. I could soon get a taste for this.” Jennifer pulled out a small parcel but put it to one side at a look from Keith. She laid the shopping cart on its side and slid out a heavy box. “Looks intriguing.” When opened they found a full china dinner service. Everyone was speechless. “If you don’t like the pattern the receipt is Sellotaped to the underside of the lid of the box so you can change it if you like.” Keith was unsure of Kathy’s reaction. “With gifts like these floating around I’m getting married next week.” Announced Sally. “Anyone lined up then?” “No but I’ll find someone.” “Best put it off until next month and payday comes round again.” Kathy inspected the plates “It’s perfect. I haven’t brought any curtains yet so I can match them up when I do.” Distracted she took a deep sip of Champagne to steady her nerves. Jennifer handed over the other package to be opened. There were more gasps as the blue garter was unwrapped. “Did you pick this out Claire?” “No I was with him but Keith picked these items out all by himself.” “I could give you a shopping list?” Beth fluttered her eyelashes at Keith. The next item was withdrawn. “It’s all in foreign on the packet.” “That’s French that is. I recognise it from our daytrip to Calais.” “French stockings?” “Says Paris on the label.” “Did you go there specially?” “No I went with Claire to the department store on the high street.” “You could take me to Paris anytime.” Floated a dreamy voice from the back. “There’s two blue pairs here.” There were lots of comments full of innuendo about blue stockings studying hard with the empathise on blue and hard. “Put them on and show us how they look.” “What now in front of Keith?” Claire went and stood behind Keith and covered his eyes with her hands. “It’s safe now.” “Take your knickers off before you put them on otherwise when you want to go to the bathroom everything gets tangled.” Somehow Kathy’s knickers got misplaced and Claire spread her fingers slightly so Keith got a peek at a very pink Kathy stood with her skirt hiked showing her new stockings and garter belt off.

“Kathy have you ever had a big O?” asked Beth. “I’m not sure.” “I think you ought to have one before so you know what to expect.” She looked at Keith “You could give her a neck and shoulder rub?” Keith stepped across and caressed Kathy’s shoulders. Kathy started to purr, “Take her all the way.” Commanded Beth. Keith looked round and Claire gave him an encouraging look. He shrugged “If you say so.” He picked up Kathy and laid her down on the fireside rug. Beth put a couple of scatter cushions under her head before lifting Kathy’s skirts. “No I want to stay a virgin until I marry.” came the protest. Julie looked shocked, Sally just looked interested. “I’m a programmer, trust me. You’ll still be a virgin when I’ve finished.” Kathy looked doubtful but this was Keith who had a lovely seductive voice. “All right then.” She agreed gingerly. Keith nibbled and kissed his way up her thighs ignoring the protests that it tickled. It took ten minutes before Keith felt Kathy was reaching fewer pitch so he slowed down his efforts then when she relaxed a little his tongue started its assault on her body near but not directly on her clit. Kathy spasmed much to the amusement of the girls who were closely watching her face.

“I think you’ve just had a big O.” Beth spoke the words casually but with a twinkle in her eye. “Was that what it was? I think the two bridesmaids deserve a treat as well.” she said looking directly at Keith. The first of the two bridesmaids promptly undressed and lay stretched out on the rug and looked appealingly at Keith. “My turn for whatever it is.” Keith was determined not to spend quite so much effort this time. It was one thing to make it a very special day for Kathy but quite another for the others. So showing less finesse he suckled both nipples first then dived down between her legs helping to stimulate her by sliding two fingers up inside her as soon as she was damp enough as he slurped her with his tongue. She came much more quickly, the second bridesmaid was already aroused by the sight of Keith carpet munching both Kathy and the first bridesmaid so came with much less effort on Keith’s part. Claire stepped in and scooped Keith to one side to save him from any further requests. She kissed him lightly on the lips more to say hands off to the others than anything else.

“So is that how you make babies then?” Keith looked appalled didn’t they teach girls anything about sex? But then remembered he’d picked up most of his knowledge at University. Claire gave him one of her looks and he resigned himself to whatever was to come next.

Claire rearranged the scatter pillows on the rug and motioned for Keith to lie down on the rug. “Not in public.” “You have a responsibility to show them.” He put his tongue out at her as she pooled her skit and slid her briefs off. “No not that bit the other part.” She appealed to the girls to help undress him and with their help succeeded in removing his trousers and underwear. She wrapped her fingers around his penis “Now the first thing to do is get it erect.” She knelt down and opened her mouth so her lips stimulated it on both sides. It began to grow harder. “Now when it’s about this hard or harder you can guide it in between your legs to the front hole. Beware it slipping in the rear hole, homosexuals do it but it’s a lot more uncomfortable than the front hole. If you must for some reason use a lubricant.” She lowered herself “The basic biology is the end of his rod releases sperm up inside you which combines with your egg to make a baby. You sometimes need to encourage him by applying friction by moving up and down like this.” “I like it.” Added Keith. Claire gave him a gentle tap “Behave.” “You can add to the pleasure by spanking your partner as Claire is doing.” Added Keith helpfully only to be glared at by Claire.

“But I thought the man went on top.” “Oh like this?” Keith used his greater strength to roll Claire underneath. “I get more control this way but Claire gets less.” He started to thrust harder into Claire until he came shortly afterwards. “So that’s how its done.” “But its much more difficult to give pleasure to your partner. You noticed Kathy took much longer to orgasm than I did.” Claire wrapped her arms round him and whispered in his ear. “It’ll be better next time with the blue stockings. Trust me I’m a programmer.” He whispered back “Will there be a next time?” “Of course as a trainee I need the practise.”