"Lab Partner's" ...how to kill a late nite shift in a microbiology lab.. by Kent Douglas, PhD. Telling you about the laboratory I work in, for a major pharmaceutical company, would bore you to tears, so I won't. Instead, I'll tell you about a particularly "fun" night-shift that I worked when I was still doing my post-graduate work at a major University in the Pacific Northwest.. Our lab was staffed with a pretty even split, `sex' wise, which I'd felt was rather unusual. My fellow laboratory `rat', as we referred to ourselves occasionally, was a tall, leggy brunette, named Colette, and though she was "married" to a very reserved and likable guy, named David, I would always get a whiff of her terrific perfume and body scent, and a look at those fan- tastic, extremely perfect legs and her beautiful, round ass, and forget our lab protocol. Colette was the epitome of feminine perfection, from her soft, sensual voice, to her lady-like and high-class walk. Normally, she would wear pumps to work, but this evening, she was in medium length high-heels, and they accentuated her dynamite legs as much as her dark brown hosiery. My eyes were pretty sore and my last trip to the men's room showed that I looked like one too many martini's, even though I'd not touched a drop of any alcoholic beverage for days. Colette had remarked, "Kent, you look pretty fried...why don't we put this last batch of specimens away, and call it an evening.." Both of us had been working so much overtime, the company would have gone bust had they cut a check for it, so we both decided not to put in a full-blown work shift this evening. Colette and I had gotten pretty close, working together. Once, I'd looked into her purse, and noticed she had one of those basal temperature monitoring thermometers in her purse. I knew what it was for; they're used primarily to "get pregnant with"...monitoring your base body temp, waiting for the abrupt change which signals `ovulation' in women. Though I'd said nothing, I had seen it in there for quite a long time, over a period of several months, while we'd been working together. We cleaned-up the lab, put our work away, and I said, "Colette, are you and David trying to have a baby??".. "I noticed the thermometer in your purse, and thought it kinda funny it's been in there for so many months now." She looked at me with a really sad look on her face and said: "I think that Dave's sperm count is really too-low, `my gynecologist said that I'm fine!!", but then said "my husband might not be!" Her eyes stayed on mine for a long time, and I looked into hers wondering how such a pretty, voluptuous and incredibly `sexy' lady as Colette was having trouble getting "pregnant".. I remembered days as a teenager, that girl's that I'd "screw" would get `pregnant' just having a coke at the local drive- in, the first time we'd go out. I imagined Colette with her long, shapely legs open, and David's skinny ass going up and down on her, as he tried to shoot his juice up and into his wife, Colette's womb, and I noticed that I must've been staring at her the whole time, as I pictured the spectacle. "Kent, you are a dirty old young man!", Colette sighed. "I could see the wheels turning in that head of yours!", she continued. I didn't realize I'd been so obvious, but it must've been written all over my face, my imaginings of her long, legs widely spread open on a king size bed, with her long, brown curls all over the pillows. I thought: "Kent, the fatigue is really getting to you...you're so transparent that Colette can see right into you!" "Listen, Colette...", I'd said, trying to persuade her that I only had thought of her as my co-worker..."you're very, very pretty, but you are very, very married"...adding "I don't chase married women....PERIOD!" "Uh huh", she said in disbelief, "I see you looking at me, wanting me", "just last week you were leering at my butt!!!", she proudly declared, as I took my glasses off and tried to clean them off with my smock. "You thought I hadn't seen you, but god, you looked like you were going to mount me right then and there, as I bent over the desk to pick-up my pencil".. "Okay, Colette....you're right!"..."I do like your ass, but you have to admit, I haven't, in all these months, made a single pass, or said anything that remotely sounded like a proposition!!" "I wanted to,`though...." "You bet you did, Kent..", she added. "David and I have been fighting so- much lately, that I've been looking at your `butt', `too..", adding "and it has occurred to me that you might be the answer to my prayers...to `our' prayers.." "Would you mind making me `pregnant', Kent??", she whispered to me, her eyes welling-up with tears. "Dave won't know, and I want oh so much to have a baby!!" "We just need a `donor', and you're handsome and bright!" .."I think you'd make us a wonderful baby, Kent...", Colette mused out loud. I was "stunned" by Colette's request. My instinctual drive to "hold her" kicked-in, and she was in my arms, kissing me so hard, her hands all over my body, tugging my shirt out of my trousers, undoing my suspenders, unzipping my fly...and I forgot all about being "tired" for a moment.. "We're going to do a sperm count, Kent!!", Colette cooed sexily, as she undid the snaps on her skirt. "We're going to put some of your sperm under the microscope!" "But I think we'll take the sample AFTER it gets deposited, and starts to run out of ME!".. Mom didn't raise any `idiots', I thought, so I took off my wing-tips and stripped down to boxer shorts, and my socks. Colette was busily folding her skirt, and her blouse, stacking her clothes neatly on her desk. All she had on now were a pair of creme colored panties, and a bra, which she was taking off, watching me getting naked. I finally asked "Where should we be doing this??", as we eyed the room, noting that other than my desk, all the work tables were still covered with equipment. The floor was "too cold", even if we used something, like my rolled-up exercise mat, which I did sit-ups on when I worked alone, just to work-off tension. I hurriedly cleared-off my desk, leaving only the desk blotter in place. It was certainly wide enough. "Come here, big boy!", Colette giggled, seeing my prick bouncing as I walked towards her. I couldn't believe we were going to "fuck", right here, in a multi-million dollar laboratory, full of security guards who made the rounds like clock-work. I glanced up at the clock, and knew we had, at the best, 25 or 30 minutes before the guard would be back, checking our lab, as our lights were still on. "Colette, this is CRAZY!"..."David will know!", I began to say, thinking that if I did get Colette pregnant, my blonde hair would possibly be passed to the baby, and both of them had dark brown hair.. "C'mon, Kent....it'll be fun, it'll feel `terrific', and we're both getting paid to do it!!", she laughed to me, opening her legs wide, displaying her delightfully tiny, short-haired muff.. "Just come fuck me, will ya!!", she giggled.. I marveled at how sexy Colette looked, laying on my desk, her legs wide- open, and her hands holding her beautiful tits. "Look Kent!!", Colette exclaimed, "Look how wet my pussy is for you!!" "Don't you like her??" I looked, alright. Boy, did I look! Colette was holding open her outer- labia, and her cunt opened into a dark pink, tiny `O' of shiny, folds of very hot, muscle tissue. My hand was unconsciously stroking my prick, as I leaned closer to look inside her. "Look, look at my pussy, Kent...isn't it the tightest you've ever laid eyes on??", Colette proudly said. "Colette...can you clench and open those muscles for me??", I asked, as she tilted her box up at a more direct angle towards my face. "Like this!", she said, her hands holding her cunt even more open than before... "Is this how you want me, `hon..", she moaned in an endearing, loving voice.. "Are you going to put that nice, strong piece of meat UP ME NOW??", Colette begged me. "Come on, let's hurry up before the guard catches us!!", she implored. "Let's get me pregnant!!!" "Yesssssss!!!!", I crooned as my prick felt the heat of her twat, my hands opening her knees further. "Oh definitely, babe!", "gonna fill you with some real hot stuff, darlin..", I grunted, pushing my hips forward, feeling the silkiness of Colette engulfing my nervous, but amazingly stiff dick. I let it sink into her slowly, centimeter by centimeter, as she wriggled around on my desk blotter. I forgot everything else, except this strikingly beautiful and leggy woman, who was now wrapping her long, perfectly shaped legs around my lower back, as I leaned down to kiss her erect nipples. "Jeeezus, Colette!.. `your cunt is so goddamned tight!!", I hissed as I suckled her, feeling her muscles tighten even harder on my member. "God damn!!!, this is like velvet, babe!!", I told her, watching her eyes close. Her pulse was throbbing around my cock, as I marveled at how tight she was, how hot she was, how perfectly fit we were. This was heavenly!!! Our fucking felt so natural. Here we'd been working together for nearly a year, and now we were grunting and sweating like animals in a lusty ritual of procreation, not dissimilar to the rabbits we had in our live holding cages a few hundred feet from us. I looked down at Colette's magnificent and perfect body, and imagined that my cock, now buried to the `hilt' in her, was right about "here", poking her flat abdomen with my thumbs, my fingers marveling at the baby smoothness of her sexy belly and well formed breasts. "You like my body,.....don't.....you.......Kent.......uhhnnnnnhh!!", my fast breathing, panting partner said. "You love being inside me, don't you??" ..."unnhhnnnmmmm......oooohhhhhhhhh....YEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!", she grunts. "You gonna give it to me deep, honeeee!!"..."nice....unnnhhh....deeep... up my.....uhnn.....cunt......ohhhhhh!!!..OHHHHHHH!", Colette cried out as we made my not so leveled desk slide on the tile floor. "Uh....Huhhhh!!!", ..."ummmmmmmmm....oooooooohhhhhhhh....yeahhhhhhh!!", I growled back, pushing up further, deeper into her expanding, orgasming vagina. "OOHHHHHH!!!!... YesssSSSSS!!!!", here....unnhhhhh.......it.....unhhnnn......goes!!!", I panted back to Colette, her face distorted and her mouth open, as if she were screaming as my sperm leapt up into her hungry snatch. "UHHNNNNNNN!!!!!... ...OOOHhhhhhhh!!!", we both moaned in passionate synchronization, our pelvic muscles jerking and spasming as we went over the edge. "YESSSSS!!!!", I shouted loudly. "Oh COLETTE!!!".."BABEE!!", I heard myself nearly shouting. I collapsed on-top of her, her legs pulled-back, her knees mashing her tits, my mouth on her now relaxed neck. We lay there like that for what seemed like a long time, but I remembered: "the guard!!"..."Oh shit!!", and snapped out of the dreamlike post-coital state we were both basking in, cutting short our "after-glow" to a short "flash". We were very shaky, but I helped Colette put her clothes back on, omitting her panties, and putting them into her purse for her, as she put her make-up back on and began to brush her hair. As disheveled as she was, I thought her to be the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and seeing her smile at me differently, as she made eye contact in the mirror of her compact, I realized that just a few moments ago, we had still been just co-workers. The clatter of a keyring, and the opening of the west entrance to our lab, as the guard came in, and asked "How's it going, folks??"..."burning the midnight oil, are you??", had us both looking at each-other thinking "that was close!!", as neither of us had thought to put our shoes back on yet. A pool of fluid was clearly visible on my desk blotter, an ever growing wet spot of sperm and juices. "Well, do you think you knocked me up, Kent??", asked Colette, once the guard had gone. I knew if anyone was going to get anyone else pregnant, the odds were in my favor. "I'd think so...based on how much sperm is soaked into my desk blotter.", I wryly added. "Look at this, it went through every single sheet on it...if it could do that, that poor `egg' doesn't stand a chance!!", I quipped. "We could check for motility, if you want!" "We'd better", Colette said. "If David goes down on me tonight, and some- how notices my flavor's a little different..", "it might as well be for a damned good reason!", "don't you think??", she asked. At that, she went to the supply cabinet, got out a box of specimen glasses, and held one out to me, and proceeded to lift one of her incredibly sexy legs up onto my desk, as she opened her vagina for me. "I'll squeeze down real hard....maybe force out some from up deep inside", she said, as I raised her skirt, and opened her smock to get a better look. "Uhhhnnnnn!", she grunted, as I watched the opening to her bright pink cunt dilate and close, pushing out a large glob of thick, creamy sperm from deep within her body. "Catch it!!", "don't let it fall on the floor!", Colette laughingly ordered. "C'mon, let's put those little fuckers under the microscope, Kent", she giggled, leading me by the hand as I tried to center the wad on the slide. We had so much of a sample, I put most of it in a petrie dish, and got the slide onto the viewing stage. "C'mere, look at this!!", I told her, and focused on it. What looked like a zillion sperm were wiggling away on the slide, and after Colette looked, she looked back at me, and gave me a huge, rib-crushing `hug', nearly breaking my ribs. "I knew you'd do it!!", she whispered in my ear.. "I feel it!!" "Oooh yeah!!", she giggled, smiling like the cat who'd eaten the canary. I hoped she was "wrong", and got nervous after a week had gone by. In two-weeks, though we'd gone back to our normal professional behavior at-work, I saw a radiance in Colette's pretty face that I'd never seen before. In three weeks, she came up to me, beaming, and said "how's it going, papa??", as she put her arms in my smock and held me tight, her cheek resting on my shoulder. We stood there and `wept'. When "Jeremy" was born, my `son'....he had shockingly blonde hair, just like I was afraid of. David always looked at me kinda "funny" after the baby was born, but otherwise never said anything rude or derogatory. I saw the whole family at a picnic the company had, after I'd left, and I still have mixed feelings about the whole affair. But they're happy!