Years ago when I was in graduate school I’d have to often go into the lab at nights to make sure my yeast cultures were taken care of properly. This happened pretty regularly, but I usually tried to arrange it so that my Friday and Saturday nights wouldn’t be all screwed up by having to go in and feed a bunch of single celled organisms. I remember having to do this one absolutely beautiful late spring day. Spring in New England can drag on through months of cold and rain, so I remember being particularly frustrated that finally it was nice and yet again I’d be stuck inside.
My questioning my career choices as I walked over to campus and into the lab building isn’t really really here. When I got up to the lab the lights were on though, which they should not have been. I entered through the side door near the big flask shaker thing, which was quite loud, and I immediately hear people having sex. I pause and stop walking into the room. I’m still in the entry hallway area so I can’t see them, but I can hear them clearly. The usual college kid dirty talk, her moaning and complimenting his cock, etc… I do recognize her voice though – she’s an undergraduate that is also doing some research in the lab, and has stayed over the summer to do more research. She’s smart and does great work, unlike most of the undergrads. She’s also fucking hot – toned body with nice breasts, smooth tanned skin, a very pretty face with long brown hair and eyes. The guy who’s fucking her, whom I do not recognize by voice, is very lucky.