Max Falcon, Private Investigator. It sounded romantic and exciting on her business cards. In reality, though, what it meant was an occasional week or two of excitement, alot of boring, mundane work that Lone Star wasn't interested in, and a huge amount of time sitting around hoping clients would show up. It struck Max that, if she could get paid by the hour for all this waiting, she'd be able to move into a bigger apartment. Of course, she was her own boss, which meant she gave out her own paychecks, which usually meant she didn't get paid for waiting. The detective sighed and turned back to her book.

      It was an actual book this time, not the flatscreen or printouts she was used to reading. Books hadn't been popular since the terminal took over offices and homes around 2022. And that was over thirty years ago. But Max had never been a stickler for convention, as the trenchcoat she wore around town would attest to. Besides, it had been a gift from her boyfriend, and he was alot more old fashioned than she was.

      Falcon let her eyes wander over the words, her mind taking them in slowly and digesting them. It was an old horror novel, written by a pre-awakening author named Robert McCammon. He'd written several short stories and tied them together into one novel. Horror wasn't Max's favorite genre, but she had to admit this one had her captivated. Even though it had been written decades ago, before a major earth-shattering event, Max saw shreds of her everyday life in the pages. That was what made it interesting.

      A sudden chill running down her back distracted Max from the book. She waited, decided it was nothing, and continued to read. Then she felt a sudden coolness around her legs. She pushed her rolling chair back and looked under her desk. She couldn't see anything, but she felt a slight breeze on her face. Great, that was all she needed, a draft somewhere. Max snorted reflexively and then went back to her book. The breeze was easy to ignore through the slacks she wore against the Seattle weather.

      The pages of the book turned as Max continued to read. She finished one of the short stories and continued on with the next. The coolness around her legs had only been irritating for a few seconds, and then it actually became pleasant. As the detective read, the draft became warm, and then cool, and then warm again. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, and Max smiled as she read. Perhaps having a draft wouldn't be so bad after all.

      It seemed that, after Max had gotten used to the draft, it started to spread. It's cool sensation traveled down to her feet, almost tickling her through her shoes. Then the warm sensations traveled up to Max's knees, and then higher to her thighs. She read one page, turned it, and realized she couldn't remember what she'd read. With a shake of her head, Max told herself to pay more attention. And that was when the warm breeze traveled past her thighs and up to caress her stomach.

      The movement of the draft didn't make much sense to Max, but she was still enjoying the sensation, so she didn't worry about it. Instead, she continued to read. For awhile, she was able to concentrate on the goings on of the fictional world in her hands, until the warm sensations started to spread again. This time they traveled slowly lower, until Max could feel the warmth against the crotch of her pants. She ignored it, but now there wasn't much point in trying to concentrate on the book. Her mind wouldn't focus. Instead, it kept coming back to the sensations traveling through her body as the warm breeze blew between her legs. Sensations that, oddly enough, were both familiar and strange. Max felt the warmth press against her gently, seemingly blowing right through her clothes, and she embraced it. She felt the warmth slowly caress her inner thighs, like a pair of gentle hands...

      Max pushed her chair back again, this time fast. She looked under the desk again, but all she felt was the same slight draft. Not satisfied, Max stood and walked to her office door. It was still shut, and no one could have snuck in while she was reading. She looked back at the desk, and felt a shiver as she remembered. Her paranoia was awake, but so was something else. Something much more powerful, much more primal. Getting up from her desk had made Max aware of the damp arousal starting in her shorts, and how wonderful that feeling was. After making sure the door was locked, the detective went back to her desk.

      Again, she sat down in her chair, picked up her book and began to read. She got down half a page before the sensations started again. This time, they started on her stomach, and then slowly moved down. Down to her pussy. Max closed the book and her eyes, reveling in the warmth. Her pants didn't seem to be a barrier for the wind that warmed her thighs and her outer lips. The sensations were nice, but became so much nicer when Max opened up her legs in the confined space. The wind pressed fully against her puss now, and she sighed with pleasure.

      The chair creaked slightly as Falcon leaned back. She relaxed, slowly letting her body float on this cloud of pleasure. Leaning back pulled her shirt tighter against her swelling breasts, adding even more stimulation. The detective was almost shy as she rubbed one fingertip around her right mound, teasing herself. She smiled. It had been a long time since she'd touched herself like this, a long time since she'd interfaced herself. She brought her other hand up to tease as she began to rub her aroused nipple through her shirt and bra.

      As the detective felt the warm wind caress her clit, she tried to create a fantasy in her mind. She imagined herself meeting Teddy X, a rocker she'd always thought was sexy. In her mind, the two of them began a slow striptease. But it didn't do much for her. She switched the characters, sticking in simsense actor Martin Hill. She tried the few X-sense stars she remembered, and even created a generic fantasy lover. Then, as easy as a natural thought, Michael's face popped into her mind.

      Michael. He and Falcon had only been going out a short time, and had been lovers for even less. But she still found his features instantly exciting. She felt herself rising higher as she thought of his smiling mouth pressed against hers. The steady sensations on her pussy and clit were strong enough that Max knew she wouldn't have to touch her sex to download. And she was close. So close. She let out a quiet moan as she rubbed her breasts harder. Just a few more seconds...

      Suddenly, the breeze moved away, leaving a cool sensation across Max's thighs. The detective opened her eyes in surprise, and then closed them as the sensations returned, slowly. Her rational mind would later realize the breeze was teasing. But, right now, that part of her was over in a corner somewhere, pretending it was a plant. Max's mind was going on instinct. An instinct that told her incredible pleasure was just within her reach. It was so close.

      Max opened her blouse, trying to move her suddenly clumsy fingers around the buttons. She was tempted to rip the thing off, but didn't. The bra came soon after that, and Falcon felt the slight breeze brush her bare breasts. God, that felt good! One hand gripped the arm of her chair as she used her other hand to tease her nipples again. The warm wind had returned to her clit, and she bit her lip in quiet ecstasy.

      Max's mind again filled with images of Michael. She remembered how he'd looked at her the first time she'd been naked for him. How his own input jack had bulged through his pants at the sight of her. How good his hands felt on her body. How his lips had suckled her breast lovingly, how he'd suckled her toes, how he'd run his tongue up her inner legs. How good his tongue had felt the first time he'd licked her pussy. How much she'd loved having his jack inside her, pumping away, bring her higher and higher...

      Max felt her orgasm coming a second before it hit, and then the waves traveled from her clit through her whole body. For an instant, all Max could feel was the muscles in her pussy contracting, spasming, releasing the built-up tension in a wave of wet goodness. Then, just as quickly, the feeling faded, and Max could hear her breath racing in and out of her lungs. The memory of pleasure brought a smile to her face, and Max felt herself relax. "Michael," she heard herself whisper.

      "Yes Max?"

      The rolling chair bumped against the wall as Max shot to her feet. She quickly scanned the room, taking in details. The door was still closed, she was still alone, except... Again, the detective peeked under her desk, and this time she gave the space a thorough inspection. She felt the draft again, but this time she also smelt the aroma of her orgasm, trapped in the tiny space and tickling her sensitive nose. And, to her surprise, she saw a tiny rippling in the air, a rippling that was moving out form under the desk.

      Max stepped back, taking a combat stance. But it was mostly for show. She had a feeling she knew what was going to happen. The rippling started as a small disturbance, but gradually stretched itself out in the open space of the office. As it stretched, the indefinite movement took on shape and form. In a few seconds, the freed air elemental had changed from it's manifest form to the one it usually used. A human man, average height, with dark curly brown hair and bright brown eyes. "Michael," said Max again, this time with a very different tone of voice.

      Michael had appeared complete with Cheshire grin, a smile that always hinted that there was more to him than first appeared. "I hope you liked my surprise, Max."

      "Oh, so that's what you call it?" Michael had appeared complete with black jeans and a light white shirt. And while the clothes were flattering, they made the detective think of cheesy pirate romance novels. "Sneaking in here and interfacing me when I'm not looking? That's one hell of a surprise."

      The spirit seemed to sense that he wasn't getting the gratitude he'd hoped for. "Not looking? Max, it sounded to me like you knew exactly what was going on." He tried a disarming, easy-going tone to try and lighten the sudden tension. "Besides, you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

      Max didn't have a retort for that, so she took another track. "I didn't know what was going on. When I heard your voice, I thought some pervert had snuck in here. You couldn't have mentioned this idea to me?"

      "What was I going to say? 'Hey Max, mind if I drop by and have some air-sex sometime?'"

      Hearing Michael say it in just that way tempted Max to laugh, but she wasn't going to let go of her anger that easily. "You could have at least suggested it?"

      "And what would you have said if I had?"

      "That it was a ridiculous idea and it wouldn't work."

      "Exactly." Michael moved forward and opened his hands, trying to look innocent. "Listen, sweetheart. The shop wasn't busy, so I thought I'd close up for lunch. At first, I thought I'd take you out but...well, I decided it might be more fun to eat in."

      The cheesy pun, and the giddiness that comes from a wonderful download, teamed up on the detective. She couldn't win. It started as a low chuckle, and then broke into laughter. A picture of this whole situation suddenly flashed in Max's mind. She was standing, half-naked, in her office, chewing out her boyfriend for helping her to an orgasm. The image made her laugh even more. Michael watched for a few seconds and then started his own round of laughter, either from joy or relief.

      "I wish," he said, in-between chuckles, "that I could have seen your face when you came, and realized it was me."

      Max stopped laughing, even though she still wore a large smile. "That can be arranged."

      Michael slowly came down from his own happiness high. "What do you mean?" he asked with exaggerated innocence.

      "Come on, Michael. You didn't really think I'd let you eat and run, did you?" Max walked around her desk, keeping her eyes locked on Michael's. As she pressed herself against him, she could feel that watching her had already had a slight effect on him. And she wondered, idly, what a kiss would do, as she pressed her lips hungrily to his.

      At first, the kiss was pure passion. But, at Michael's silent request, it slowed to a slow tender caress. Their two tongues chased each other, first through her mouth, then through his. Michael let out a soft moan of pleasure when Max trapped his lip between hers and ran her tongue along the edge. And, while her tongue was enjoying that job, her hands were running over Michael's frame. Her fingertips slowly rubbed his nipples through the shirt, and she thought how the mage that summoned him must have had excellent taste.

      With seemingly infinite patience, her fingers slowly found the top button of Michael's shirt. As soon as it was found, it was slowly opened to allow a light tease on bare flesh. Max knew that his clothes were an extension of him, and he could blink himself naked in a second. But taking them off the old fashioned way was alot more fun. Especially when she slowly released his lips, and started to kiss the sensuous skin that was being revealed.

      As she slowly opened his shirt, Michael's own hands busied themselves on her body. He ran them lightly over her exposed stomach, and then around to her back. She knew he loved the feel and look of her light golden skin, skin she inherited from her Japanese mother. It wasn't until Max flicked her tongue over his nipple that he reached for her breasts, adding the occasional sigh or moan to the sound of wet flesh on flesh. Since Max was taller than her lover, it was awkward for her to move any lower without getting down on her knees, a position she wasn't fond of. So, she confined her kisses to the upper chest as she pulled the few remaining buttons free.

      As soon as the light shirt was pulled back over Michael's shoulders, he gently pushed her blouse and bra back and out of the way. Then he led Max to one of her client chairs. Like most things in her life, the chairs were more for function than comfort, but they'd do the trick. As soon as she was seated, he slowly undid her belt and opened the snap on her pants. They slid down her legs, and the scent of her earlier climax drifted through the air, and Michael slowly ran his hand over the front of Max's athletic shorts. They were still damp, and the lubrication started more sensations in her pussy.

      So far in their relationship, Max and Michael had only had limited time for sex. So their interfacing had always energetic, passionate, almost frenzied at times. And so, as Michael slowly ran his tongue up and down Max's calves, she felt like she was going to go insane from the slow pace. And she didn't want it to stop. She also wished she'd had a chance to shave her legs this morning.

      It seemed like forever before he reached her upper thighs. But it was worth it to feel him slowly remove her shorts with his teeth, exposing her pussy to the cool filtered air. And it was worth it to feel him flutter the tip of his wet member through her soft pussy hair, another gift from the asian side of her family. Her legs spread and fell apart of their own accord, and she slipped down in the chair to expose more of her pussy to Michael's talented tongue. He took advantage of the opportunity, pressing his tongue between her inner lips.

      As much as Max was enjoying the stimulation, she only lay back for a little while before he gently pushed her lover away. "Your turn," she said, matching Michael's sudden smile. They traded places, and Max started to rub. She started with a spot she'd found just below his left knee, the one that made Michael chuckle even as he grew hard. And then she worked her way up, guided by Michael's moans and whispered encouragement.

      No matter how she told herself to take it slow, it seemed like too soon before she was opening the button on his jeans and moving the zipper down. As soon as the metal constraint was lowered, Michael's penis sprang into view, having no underwear to stop it. Max had to admit, she'd been a bit disappointed when she'd first discovered Michael's input jack was a little larger than average. Since he defined his own body, she was afraid he might suffer from small jack fear. In her experience, men who worried about size usually didn't bother to worry about their partner's needs. Michael had put that fear to rest soon enough.

      The pants came down quickly, and it was just her and him. She curled her hand around his shaft and squeezed slightly. Then released. Then squeezed. Then released. She added a slow up and down motion, and soon she was milking Michael's wonderful jack. She looked up at him, and smiled as she saw the pleasure in his expression. Playing with a lover's penis had always excited Max, giving her a feeling of control and power. But, with Michael, there was also the added pleasure of knowing he loved it. She'd only felt that with a few special men in her life.

      An idea popped in the detective's mind, and she slowly caressed up and off Michael's jack. As much fun as she was having, she had something else in mind. "What is it?" asked Michael.

      "Give me a hand, will you?" Michael followed Max over to her desk. She started to move the few assorted objects she kept there onto the floor, a feeling of anticipation tingling in her pussy. Ever since Max had been a young girl, hanging around her father's office, she'd wanted to have sex on an office desk. It had been her favorite fantasy when she had first began touching herself. When she first saw this desk, years ago, the fantasy had come rushing back to her. But she'd only told it to a few close friends, and so she'd never had a chance to try it. Until now.

      As soon as the desk was cleared, Max turned to Michael. If he knew what she was planning, his grin and hard input jack said he was ready for it. Wordlessly, he moved up to her, pressing their bodies together as he kissed her. He sent his tongue in her mouth, and they dueled for a time as Max felt him rub his hard jack against her thigh. She knew how he felt; her own pussy was on fire. When he pushed her back slightly, she didn't object.

      The top of the desk was a little rough, but the feel of it against her skin was incredibly arousing. Max shifted herself so that the top of her head was hanging just over the far edge, giving Michael enough room to lie on top of her. It was awkward moving at first, and they almost fell onto the floor twice trying to get enough room. All the prep time made the feeling of Michael finally sliding between her legs, his jack pushing into her pussy, feel so much better.

      Michael leaned forward and started to whisper endearments in Max's ear. "God, Max. Your...your pussy is incredible." Max smiled. He was still having a hard time saying pussy, even though he claimed to have been summoned before the awakening. It was an old term, she had to admit. Max learned thw word when she was younger, from other army brats, and it seemed to suit her. Besides, it was her pussy, and if she wanted her pussy to be a pussy, then it was a pussy, damn it.

      He felt light. Light as air, in fact. She smiled as his input jack slid in and out of her, making it's own squishy music. Max suddenly wished she was a poet, or a writer, or something so that she could describe what it felt like. Being part of a wonderful, caring man, physically and emotionally. Knowing he cared about her, and wasn't just looking to scratch his dick. Hearing his soft whispers as she floated up toward ecstasy. Nothing existed here, except the wonderful feelings that washed over her.

      Michael ran his hand lightly over her thigh, lightly brushing her ass as it lifted slightly off the desktop. She moaned quietly. He bent down and tongued a nipple. She sighed. This position usually didn't give Max an orgasm, but she loved the feeling none the less. Michael had an amazing amount of endurance, so he could make the feelings last long enough that she was satisfied. So she was surprised when there was a sudden burst of stimulation from her clit. She looked down in surprise, and saw Michael was changing his thrusts, brushing her clit with his lower abs.

      "Do you like that?" he asked. "Do you like this, my beautiful bird? My beautiful hunting bird?"

      "Yes," answered Max, amazed at her own ragged breathing. In public, she hated to be called by silly little nicknames. Even when it was just her and Michael, it seemed just too cute for her. But now, when they were joined as one flesh, pushing each other toward ecstasy, it seemed perfectly natural. Perfectly right. She nibbled on his ear, and then whispered softly. "Yes, my sweet spirit. Keep doing that. Ohh....that is good."

      The desk stopped her from moving too much, but that didn't stop Max from trying. She gyrated her own hips, increasing the stimulation on her sex trigger and sending her higher. The air rushed in and out of her lungs, trying to get more oxygen to her blood-engorged breasts, lips and pussy. They were all of her that existed now, the tools of her sexuality. Michael's thrusting, her bucking, his touch, the feel of the desk beneath her, it was all combining together in her head, becoming one glorious symphony of pleasure and belonging. She wanted to hold back, wanted to keep going, wanted to download, wanted to make it last. She wanted it all, but her body made the decision for her.

      A sound that was half-laugh, half-shout broke from Max's throat as the waves hit her. Michael knew that cry, and he backed off her clit and started to thrust. The stimulation on her suddenly oversensitive pussy made Max bite her lip to keep from crying out. The climax hit her in one sudden wave, but it didn't leave that way. His thrusts kept her on the ceiling, and it wasn't until she raked her fingernails across his back in pleasure that he slowed and allowed her to come down.

      As soon as the orgasm subsided, Max smiled up at her lover. "Stand up," she said. Michael moved back on the desk and carefully stood up, still keeping his hard jack in her pussy. Max smiled and pushed herself up until she was sitting on the edge of her desk. With her long legs wrapped around his waist, she was short enough to look directly into his eyes, into their dark, passionate depth. And she did, as she slowly moved one hand down his chest, creating gaps in the sheen of sweat that covered him. Slowly, she reached down and gently grasped his testicles.

      "How can I thank you," she asked, massaging his sensitive sack," for such a wonderful download?" She smiled, seductive and teasing. "How could I possibly show my gratitude?"

      Michael's eyes were filled with dark desire, a desire that she found intoxicating. "Eat me. Suck on my jack."

      She leaned forward and kissed him, deep and hard, as she continued to massage him. When she broke the kiss, she flexed with her vaginal muscles. It'd been awhile since she'd done that but, judging from the look on his face, she hadn't lost the knack. As she rhythmically clamped and released his jack with her pussy, Max talked aloud, as though she hadn't heard him. "I wonder what you'd like. What you'd like me to do to give you a download as wonderful as mine was."

      "Use your mouth," he said, his voice desperate. "Please, Max, let me download in your mouth. Please."

      Max continued to squeeze, and she felt a few drops of her own juices start to leak out. This was fun. "So, you'd like a little oral play, would you?"

      Michael nodded yes, almost frantic. She felt him start to thrust, and then stop. She smiled, knowing he was fighting his instincts, and flattered that he found it so difficult.

      She pouted dramatically, still squeezing. "What's wrong with my pussy? Don't you like being in my pussy?"

      "Your pussy is perfect," said Michael. As if to prove his point, he moved a hand down and started to stroke the outer lips that were being separated by his shaft. "I love your pussy. But I want to download in your mouth. And you want it too, don't you?"

      The dark passion in Michael's eyes was fading away to a lighter colour, even as his voice became light and teasing. He brushed the sensitive bud between Max's legs, and she shuddered. She'd always been a little embarrassed by her clitoris, since alot of lovers had told her it was smaller than average. But, small or large, it was still sensitive. His fingers were proving that. But she didn't stop milking him with her pussy. Oh no, if this was a battle of wills, she wouldn't give up easily.

      "I don't know, Michael. Let's see." She knew his smile had a twin on her face, and she continued to clamp and release him.

      His touch was teasing, but firm. Already, she could feel herself building toward a small climax. The rhythm of her squeezing was getting more and more chaotic as the sensations became stronger. But she kept at it, knowing it was just as hard for him to keep control. Twice, he tugged a little too hard on her sex trigger, only to ease the pain with a gentle kiss and a tender caress that drove her even closer to the edge. She knew it was a losing battle, because she didn't really want to win. But fighting had never been so much fun.

      Max let a moan escape her lips, and Michael smiled. "Do you want to, Max? Do you want to suck on my hard input jack?" She didn't answer, but she stopped her squeezing. He responding by thrusting, slow and steady, as he continued to rub her. The new sensation was enough to make Max moan again. "Well Max? Do you? I think you do."

      "Yes. Yes Michael." Max was breathless, anticipating another wonderful download. "God, yes Michael. I want to suck on your jack. I want you to shoot in my mouth! Just don't stop!"

      But stop he did. Max was about to cry out when he took hold of one of her hands and moved it down to her clit. "Play with your pussy, Max. Make yourself cum." She didn't hesitate. As he continued to pull in and out of her, Max rubbed and caressed her extended knob. It was just a few seconds after that she let out another half-laugh as she climaxed again.

      She came down quicker this time, as he held her close and suckled her ear. She hummed in pleasure. Then she gently pushed him back, enjoying the soft "plop" as he pulled out of her. Then she again reached down and took hold of his jack, standing up as she did. All it took was a few gentle tugs to keep the shaft hard as Max lead Michael to her rolling chair. Since that was where this whole thing started, that was where it should end.

      She sat him down, and then pulled the chair so that it faced away from the desk. The old carpet tickled her legs as she kneeled down so that she was eye to...eye with his jack. She knew it was a submissive position, and a small voice told her that it wasn't good to give him any ideas. She hesitated, and then decided that it didn't matter. This was Michael, not her other boyfriends, not her other lovers. She leaned forward and blew a blast of hot air over his entire crotch area. He shivered and let out a low moan. That was a good start.

      Again, it was a slow tease. Max took her time, blowing hot and cool air over the jack, giving it the occasional light caress. He deserved it for all he'd done for her today. But her mouth was watering, and so she pushed his jack gently back against his stomach and sent her tongue to play around his sack. That got him moaning again, and she felt a wonderful thrill as he caressed her back and head. Alot of her other lovers had grabbed her hair as she sucked them, pulling hard when they downloaded. And then there were the ones who didn't want her to move at all, just sit there while they thrusted, using her mouth as a sex toy. Michael's gentle touch was such a nice contrast.

      As her tongue ran up and down his shaft, Max tasted a tangy, fishy taste that she knew was unique. The scent of it filled her nostrils as she slowly teased the tip of his jack. She knew it was her own pussy lubricant she was tasting, and the thought excited her. If, a month ago, someone had suggested she'd like the taste of her own juices, she'd have knocked them out. Michael had shown her how foolish that was. And now, as she licked her boyfriend's jack, flavored by her own pussy, Max felt a guilty thrill. She felt...naughty. That was the perfect word for it. Naughty.

      Max moved so her mouth was in of front his jacktip. Already, she could see a few drops of his pre-cum running out of the mini eye. She wouldn't get to taste it, but that didn't matter. She'd get enough when she was done. With a measured pace, Max moved her face forward, letting the jack penetrate her lips. She'd been told the sensation was the same as entering her pussy, and it was a technique no one had ever disliked. She started a gentle sucking motion as she felt the tip touching the back of her tongue. There was no way she could get the whole thing in her mouth in this position, but Michael didn't seem to mind.

      As one set of fingers worked over his sack, she continued to caress his exposed shaft with light strokes. Michael's moans were coming without pause now, and Max felt a glow of satisfaction. She still had it. Experience and intuition took over as Max's tongue, fingers and mouth all went to work. Michael's sack was starting pull up, and more pre-come was leaking from his jack. "Oh god, Max, I'm gonna...that's it. Don't stop!"

      But stop she did. She stopped sucking, though she didn't move her mouth. She stopped stroking, just holding instead. Michael looked down, and Max smiled as she slowly moved off his jack. "Relax, lover. We're going to dance this one nice...and slow." He didn't have much choice but to agree.

      Max went back to the shaft, licking and occasionally leaving little love-bites. Then she moved lower and tongued his sack, tickling between the wrinkles. When she was done there, it was a slow trip up to the tip, tickling the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. She kept up that pattern, bringing Michael up and then letting him drop down. It was awkward, but Michael was vocal enough that she had a good idea when he was close to coming. And that was where she wanted to keep him for awhile.

      The tip of his jack felt so good resting against her tongue that she hummed in pleasure. The vibration sent a shockwave through him that was almost visible in it's intensity. The first burst of juice in her mouth was a surprise; Max had to let some out so she didn't start to gag. The next ones were easier to handle, and she only dribbled a little of the precious fluid out of her mouth as she continued to suck. It didn't taste anything like other men's sperm, having a strange herbal taste that she found almost intoxicating. 'Too bad he doesn't sell this in his store,' she mused. His jack slowly deflated as she drew out the download for as long as she could. But, like all things, it ended, and she reluctantly let his soft member go with one final suck.

      He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She stood, suddenly realizing her legs were cramping. Fortunately, the desk was there to provide a seat as she tired to rub some feeling back into them. "Here," said Michael, as soon as he understood," let me."

      With slow, measured strokes, he massaged the muscles in her legs back to a relaxed state. The time also served as a cool down for both of them, letting the fires of passion subside for awhile. "Max, you are incredible."

      "You're pretty wonderful yourself," she answered, suddenly not caring about sounding cool and detached. She leaned over and gave her lover a soft, tender kiss. "Thanks for the surprise."

      "Don't mention it." Michael reached over and gently touched her abdomen, just above her pubic hair. "Max, are you...happy?"

      She smiled. Just like him to wonder if three downloads were enough for her. "Michael, my sweet, sexy spirit."

      "My beautiful, horny hunting bird," he retorted, covering her face with angel kisses. Along the way, he cleaned up the few drops of his juice that remained on her face, something that Max found very erotic. "It's a good thing, too. Because I'd better get back to the shop."

      "What do you mean? It's only..." Max stopped as she looked at her watch. It was 1:30. "We've been going at it for over an hour?"

      "Time flies when your downloading," said Michael with a smile. "Besides, can you think of a better way to spend an hour?"

      Max appeared to be giving the matter some thought. "No, but I'll think up a few by tonight."

      "Tonight?"

      "I'm taking you out to dinner." Max smiled roguishly at the confusion on Michael's face. "7:00 sound okay?"