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Server Room Seduction. A new genre of Romance?
After I briefly blogged about my reluctant muse, a few people asked me about him, and it got me thinking. Despite the embarrassment of him running away from me in Tesco whenever I saw him later, it’s worth the shame to finally get the tale out. Here is the story. In its glory. There are some raunchy bits in it, so you have been warned.
Ok well, it was a few years ago now. I think it could have been six or seven, it doesn’t matter. I was just out of a long term relationship and certainly not looking for anyone special. I have always been the marrying type, and part of me yearned, for once, not to be. A little like Nicole in "Just Tell Me" when really my alter ego was screaming "Just Fuck Me".
So, I was about 28 and at a loose end. I was working in Leeds as an IT contractor, looking after the network and PCs for a largish property company. On the fourth floor of a 70s office block, the fifth floor was designated for the directors and the surveyors. My desk was tucked away in the corner, near the accountants and it gave me the freedom to browse what and when I wanted. Remember, this was in the days before Facebook, so really there wasn’t anything worth browsing for.
Now at this point, there’s something you need to know, something I hadn’t told anyone else about. I had been getting e-mails from a user called Dan Turner and he was quite amusing for a mere user. You see, us IT professionals have a strict code of conduct when it comes to fraternising with the user community. We just don’t do it. They are not the same as us, any attempt at friendship is just a ploy for preferential treatment, but Dan was different. And the strange thing was, I didn’t even know who he was or what he looked like, just that he was a surveyor on the 5th floor. His emails were light and entertaining and we shared an interest in the same music and films, so I allowed him the privilege of email discussion without the usual irony and sarcasm which flows between IT geeks.
It was hot that summer and I had to spend endless time walking up and down the stairs to the fifth floor carrying boxes of computer parts. I remember walking up the stairs behind him with a box of switches and I noticed his shoes. Silly thing to notice but it was just at the right eye height. They were good shoes, black and shiny. He opened the door for me and our eyes met, and bloody hell, it was like he could see into my soul. A small smile danced on his lips as I brushed past with my box of switches and my stomach flipped in a nervous reaction. Trust me, all you need to know at this stage was he was gorgeous. He was mid 30s, short dark hair and brown eyes, about 6ft and his suit fitted him perfectly.
I muttered my thanks and ran to the confines and safety of Server Room 2. The cool, air conditioned windowless room was the inner sanctuary of the IT department. Only a few choice people knew the key code, users could only wonder as to the devilment that occurred behind those doors. Two racks of black HP servers and a UPS powerful enough to keep the whole of Leeds charged for a week. It was the days before virtualisation, when everything needed a server. I stood and let the air conditioning blow my hair, it wasn’t as long as it is now, but still below shoulder length, dark and naturally curly. I felt slightly sweaty from running up the stairs, and meeting that gorgeous man.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I automatically checked my email. It was a time when the novelty of getting email on your phone was still fresh. Email, on your phone! It was from Dan Turner
Emma.
Are you staying in that room for the rest of the day?
Dan
I actually thought it was a bit creepy at the time that he had noticed me from a distance. I was going to reply back but my phone buzzed again
Emma.
I think my computer isn’t working, I need some help.
Dan.
I laughed and replied
Dan.
ok, I guess it’s good to put a name to a face at last, where do you sit?
Emma
He told me and I walked back out into the busy office and headed towards his desk, expecting a middle aged beardy surveyor.
It was only as I approached that I realised the gorgeous man from earlier was actually Dan. I composed myself as I stood next to his desk and his eyes glanced over me, the slightest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Emma”. He just spoke my name and I must admit, that was it, I sort of melted into a gibbering wreck. Just the way he said my name. A question on his lips as he spoke. I felt awkward, this was Dan? Yet the Dan I had been joking with on the e-mail had no resemblance in my head to this stunning individual sat at his desk. I looked at his IT problem and had to kneel down to see what he was showing me. Our hands almost touched but I couldn’t, I couldn’t even look at him. I laughed and walked away. I had to get away, this was terrible. My nerves were shot and I sat back down at my desk. Another email popped up on my screen.
Emma.
you ran away, something wrong?
Dan
I felt unnerved, but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel intrigued. But, he was a geek. A gorgeous, attractive geeky man.
I was definitely interested in Dan. I just didn’t want a relationship, and I had never been the type of woman to have sex with a stranger, I need the mental connection first to truly feel that the sex is worth it. Trouble is, when you have worked so hard developing that connection, the sex is great and inevitably a relationship follows. This time I didn’t want any of this, I just wanted, well hot sex.
The weeks passed by, Dan and I continually chatted on e-mail, some days in excess of 20 emails a day and I occasionally made it to the 5th floor where I tried my best to look relaxed and cool. I found myself making excuses to visit the 5th floor and often stood in Server Room 2 looking blankly about, wondering what the hell I was actually doing. It felt a little obsessive, and I certainly had to admit I was fascinated with Dan. It was strange, we had formed a strange friendship through email and yet I had hardly spoken to him. Somehow the voice in my head which read his emails didn’t assimilate to the gorgeous man sat at his desk on the 5th floor.
Meanwhile the emails were taking a more suggestive tone. Mainly led by me. My online personality was, I discovered, a little wilder than the real life version. Only a little, the truth was the same. He sometimes joined in but still, it was mainly me. When I look back now, I still cringe, that poor man. The weeks flew by, he was just as geeky as ever and I knew some of the messages were a little too much for him, but I couldn’t help it.
I could almost see his eyes widen as I pressed send on some of the more suggestive ones. When he told me he was shy and quiet in real life, I thought he was joking. I couldn’t imagine someone as hot as him was an actual geek. It just wasn’t possible, I rationalised as I told him some antics from a recent weekend, clubbing and dancing and drinking all night. When he told me he couldn’t dance, I thought he was joking. When he said he had no idea about fashion, again I thought he was joking. And so it continued. I wasn’t going to ask him out for a drink, neither was he and we carried on. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him, and yet I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, what kind of strange goings on was this? It wasn’t normal, nor doing anything for my sex drive. Nothing was ever going to happen between us, and I tried to keep the tone pleasant and friendly. I had told him things I don’t anyone else knew about me, he was a friend on the e-mail but a stranger in real life. It was confusing, I didn’t understand it anymore.
It was one day in September when the power went off. I was sat at my desk, and the sudden sound of electricity draining matched the sounds of users moaning as their computers suddenly failed. I don’t get it, users spend so much time whinging about working, when they get the chance to skive they come across all awwww about it. Get a grip you foolish user people with your spreadsheets and your risk assessments. The office was plunged into natural light, for once the glow of the electric lights had gone, just left with a strange twilight feeling.
I knew I had to go to the Server Room 2 to gracefully switch off the servers and so I walked up the stairs in the dark, all I could actually think about was meeting Dan the opposite way. I couldn’t see him when I reached the 5th floor and I felt a little disappointed, he had emailed me earlier and he hadn’t mentioned he was going out, which he often tended to do. I opened the server room 2 door, glad to see some light was being produced by the backup lights, and wedged the door open as I sat down at the console. I quickly initiated a shutdown on all the main servers when I heard the door close behind me. I knew it was him, I just knew it, all my senses were on alert.
“Hi Emma” he smiled at me, and for once I didn’t feel nervous round him, the air was charged with meaning as he stood in front of me. The half light was enough to see the look in his eyes. I barely smiled as I stood up and he stepped towards me. I felt the wall behind me and he ran his hand down my face. The first time he had ever touched me. His hand was like fire on my bare skin. My breathing was shallow, I could hear myself swallow.
He ran his hand over my hair, and surprised me when he wrapped it round his hand and gently pulled me towards him, leaning down to kiss me. I still had my eyes open and he watched me as he placed the kiss gently on my lips. My arms automatically wrapped round his neck. I had gone from never touching him, to a moment of intimacy in seconds; I could feel the urgency rushing through my body. I needed this man, I could feel how hard he was as I pushed myself closer to him and a small moan escaped from his mouth. His tongue gently teased mine, I wanted to feel his lips over my body, yet it was just a kiss. A kiss that brought me to the brink of orgasm.
The electricity fired back to life, and I stepped away as the harsh light hit the server room. Suddenly I felt embarrassed again to be near him, it was as thought the subdued light of the power cut had lowered my inhibitions. As though he shared my nervousness, he quickly left as I turned to switch the servers on. His kiss was still on my lips, and I could feel my body tingle in excitement. I wanted this man. Would one kiss be enough to satisfy my craving for him?
I returned to my desk, expecting an email from him, but there was nothing.
Do you want to know what happened next? why he ran away from me in Tescos only a few weeks later, please let me know if you are reading it!
Ok well, it was a few years ago now. I think it could have been six or seven, it doesn’t matter. I was just out of a long term relationship and certainly not looking for anyone special. I have always been the marrying type, and part of me yearned, for once, not to be. A little like Nicole in "Just Tell Me" when really my alter ego was screaming "Just Fuck Me".
So, I was about 28 and at a loose end. I was working in Leeds as an IT contractor, looking after the network and PCs for a largish property company. On the fourth floor of a 70s office block, the fifth floor was designated for the directors and the surveyors. My desk was tucked away in the corner, near the accountants and it gave me the freedom to browse what and when I wanted. Remember, this was in the days before Facebook, so really there wasn’t anything worth browsing for.
Now at this point, there’s something you need to know, something I hadn’t told anyone else about. I had been getting e-mails from a user called Dan Turner and he was quite amusing for a mere user. You see, us IT professionals have a strict code of conduct when it comes to fraternising with the user community. We just don’t do it. They are not the same as us, any attempt at friendship is just a ploy for preferential treatment, but Dan was different. And the strange thing was, I didn’t even know who he was or what he looked like, just that he was a surveyor on the 5th floor. His emails were light and entertaining and we shared an interest in the same music and films, so I allowed him the privilege of email discussion without the usual irony and sarcasm which flows between IT geeks.
It was hot that summer and I had to spend endless time walking up and down the stairs to the fifth floor carrying boxes of computer parts. I remember walking up the stairs behind him with a box of switches and I noticed his shoes. Silly thing to notice but it was just at the right eye height. They were good shoes, black and shiny. He opened the door for me and our eyes met, and bloody hell, it was like he could see into my soul. A small smile danced on his lips as I brushed past with my box of switches and my stomach flipped in a nervous reaction. Trust me, all you need to know at this stage was he was gorgeous. He was mid 30s, short dark hair and brown eyes, about 6ft and his suit fitted him perfectly.
I muttered my thanks and ran to the confines and safety of Server Room 2. The cool, air conditioned windowless room was the inner sanctuary of the IT department. Only a few choice people knew the key code, users could only wonder as to the devilment that occurred behind those doors. Two racks of black HP servers and a UPS powerful enough to keep the whole of Leeds charged for a week. It was the days before virtualisation, when everything needed a server. I stood and let the air conditioning blow my hair, it wasn’t as long as it is now, but still below shoulder length, dark and naturally curly. I felt slightly sweaty from running up the stairs, and meeting that gorgeous man.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I automatically checked my email. It was a time when the novelty of getting email on your phone was still fresh. Email, on your phone! It was from Dan Turner
Emma.
Are you staying in that room for the rest of the day?
Dan
I actually thought it was a bit creepy at the time that he had noticed me from a distance. I was going to reply back but my phone buzzed again
Emma.
I think my computer isn’t working, I need some help.
Dan.
I laughed and replied
Dan.
ok, I guess it’s good to put a name to a face at last, where do you sit?
Emma
He told me and I walked back out into the busy office and headed towards his desk, expecting a middle aged beardy surveyor.
It was only as I approached that I realised the gorgeous man from earlier was actually Dan. I composed myself as I stood next to his desk and his eyes glanced over me, the slightest hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“Emma”. He just spoke my name and I must admit, that was it, I sort of melted into a gibbering wreck. Just the way he said my name. A question on his lips as he spoke. I felt awkward, this was Dan? Yet the Dan I had been joking with on the e-mail had no resemblance in my head to this stunning individual sat at his desk. I looked at his IT problem and had to kneel down to see what he was showing me. Our hands almost touched but I couldn’t, I couldn’t even look at him. I laughed and walked away. I had to get away, this was terrible. My nerves were shot and I sat back down at my desk. Another email popped up on my screen.
Emma.
you ran away, something wrong?
Dan
I felt unnerved, but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel intrigued. But, he was a geek. A gorgeous, attractive geeky man.
I was definitely interested in Dan. I just didn’t want a relationship, and I had never been the type of woman to have sex with a stranger, I need the mental connection first to truly feel that the sex is worth it. Trouble is, when you have worked so hard developing that connection, the sex is great and inevitably a relationship follows. This time I didn’t want any of this, I just wanted, well hot sex.
The weeks passed by, Dan and I continually chatted on e-mail, some days in excess of 20 emails a day and I occasionally made it to the 5th floor where I tried my best to look relaxed and cool. I found myself making excuses to visit the 5th floor and often stood in Server Room 2 looking blankly about, wondering what the hell I was actually doing. It felt a little obsessive, and I certainly had to admit I was fascinated with Dan. It was strange, we had formed a strange friendship through email and yet I had hardly spoken to him. Somehow the voice in my head which read his emails didn’t assimilate to the gorgeous man sat at his desk on the 5th floor.
Meanwhile the emails were taking a more suggestive tone. Mainly led by me. My online personality was, I discovered, a little wilder than the real life version. Only a little, the truth was the same. He sometimes joined in but still, it was mainly me. When I look back now, I still cringe, that poor man. The weeks flew by, he was just as geeky as ever and I knew some of the messages were a little too much for him, but I couldn’t help it.
I could almost see his eyes widen as I pressed send on some of the more suggestive ones. When he told me he was shy and quiet in real life, I thought he was joking. I couldn’t imagine someone as hot as him was an actual geek. It just wasn’t possible, I rationalised as I told him some antics from a recent weekend, clubbing and dancing and drinking all night. When he told me he couldn’t dance, I thought he was joking. When he said he had no idea about fashion, again I thought he was joking. And so it continued. I wasn’t going to ask him out for a drink, neither was he and we carried on. It was driving me crazy. I wanted him, and yet I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, what kind of strange goings on was this? It wasn’t normal, nor doing anything for my sex drive. Nothing was ever going to happen between us, and I tried to keep the tone pleasant and friendly. I had told him things I don’t anyone else knew about me, he was a friend on the e-mail but a stranger in real life. It was confusing, I didn’t understand it anymore.
It was one day in September when the power went off. I was sat at my desk, and the sudden sound of electricity draining matched the sounds of users moaning as their computers suddenly failed. I don’t get it, users spend so much time whinging about working, when they get the chance to skive they come across all awwww about it. Get a grip you foolish user people with your spreadsheets and your risk assessments. The office was plunged into natural light, for once the glow of the electric lights had gone, just left with a strange twilight feeling.
I knew I had to go to the Server Room 2 to gracefully switch off the servers and so I walked up the stairs in the dark, all I could actually think about was meeting Dan the opposite way. I couldn’t see him when I reached the 5th floor and I felt a little disappointed, he had emailed me earlier and he hadn’t mentioned he was going out, which he often tended to do. I opened the server room 2 door, glad to see some light was being produced by the backup lights, and wedged the door open as I sat down at the console. I quickly initiated a shutdown on all the main servers when I heard the door close behind me. I knew it was him, I just knew it, all my senses were on alert.
“Hi Emma” he smiled at me, and for once I didn’t feel nervous round him, the air was charged with meaning as he stood in front of me. The half light was enough to see the look in his eyes. I barely smiled as I stood up and he stepped towards me. I felt the wall behind me and he ran his hand down my face. The first time he had ever touched me. His hand was like fire on my bare skin. My breathing was shallow, I could hear myself swallow.
He ran his hand over my hair, and surprised me when he wrapped it round his hand and gently pulled me towards him, leaning down to kiss me. I still had my eyes open and he watched me as he placed the kiss gently on my lips. My arms automatically wrapped round his neck. I had gone from never touching him, to a moment of intimacy in seconds; I could feel the urgency rushing through my body. I needed this man, I could feel how hard he was as I pushed myself closer to him and a small moan escaped from his mouth. His tongue gently teased mine, I wanted to feel his lips over my body, yet it was just a kiss. A kiss that brought me to the brink of orgasm.
The electricity fired back to life, and I stepped away as the harsh light hit the server room. Suddenly I felt embarrassed again to be near him, it was as thought the subdued light of the power cut had lowered my inhibitions. As though he shared my nervousness, he quickly left as I turned to switch the servers on. His kiss was still on my lips, and I could feel my body tingle in excitement. I wanted this man. Would one kiss be enough to satisfy my craving for him?
I returned to my desk, expecting an email from him, but there was nothing.
Do you want to know what happened next? why he ran away from me in Tescos only a few weeks later, please let me know if you are reading it!
