“Is it cheating if I just watch you jerk off?”
“I think you’d have to ask your boyfriend,” I said, leaning back on my desk. I could be good. I could totally handle this. Who cares if she already locked the door to my office? It didn’t mean a thing.
“What if you watched me touch myself on the couch?” She sat down and leaned back, lifting one bare leg up onto the armrest while the other remained planted on the floor. Fuck.
“Again, I’m probably not the one to ask.”
“What if you jerk off over me as I touch myself?”
This time all I could do was shrug. And get hard. But I don’t know if that counts as being helpful. She pulled her phone out and looked down for a moment as I held my breath. None of this was a good idea, but everyone knows how I feel about good ideas.
“Well then,” she said, resting her phone on her chest as she lifted the hem of her summer dress up to the very top of her thighs.
“Really?” I asked, taking a few steps closer to her. She nodded as she smiled at me, and I reached down mechanically and pressed my hand against my cock through my thin pants.
“What did he say?” I asked. She lifted her dress even higher until I could see the white cotton that hugged her hips. As I leaned over her, my eyes glued to her barely covered skin, she lifted her phone once more and snapped a picture.
“Let me see,” she whispered as she reached one hand down to cover herself.
I pulled the zipper down with a concerned smile, but she only sighed as I reached in and pulled myself from the confines of my trousers. I put a foot on the couch as I began to slowly stroke myself above her.
Snap, click, snap. She took three more pictures, and I didn’t stop. Sitting up just a bit, she began to rub herself through the cotton, and I watched as it instantly grew transparently wet. Click, snap, click.
“Are you ready?” she asked, her breath short as she stared at me, jerking off faster and faster above her.
“I’ve always been ready,” I said, leaning in closer as she finally pulled the soaked cotton to one side, revealing her soft cunt and short red curls. My fist was a blur as she pushed two fingers inside herself, all the while taking more photos.
“What did he say?” I asked again, wondering if I should have really found that out sooner.
“He wants to see it,” she whispered, holding the camera steady.
“See what?” I groaned, leaning in closer until I was just inches away from her. It was all I could do not to touch her, but somehow I managed to hold back. Watching was one thing, but everything else was another.
Her words turned into a mumble as she held the camera up, the clicking sound gone as she switched to video. She held it closer, my cock and her nestled fingers filling the screen, as both of us moved faster until the muscles in our arms strained with effort. The sight of her, the smell of her, and the damn camera in her hand were all too much, and I knew nothing would last long. It didn’t help that we had been flirting for months, and I had wanted her for longer than I cared to admit.
“I’m close,” I moaned, my cock nearly touching her skin as I struggled to keep air between us. Her lips were red and smooth and her fingers pushed inside her in between rubbing her clit in frantic motions. It didn’t help that she held herself open for me, and it didn’t help that our fingers brushed one another. I was positioned just right, and my god I would be inside her if she moved so much as moved half an inch.
“Me too,” she said. “Don’t stop. Tell me you want me. Let me hear it.”
“Let me fuck you,” I moaned, pleading like never before. “Please, let me fuck you. I want you so badly.”
“Oh god, yes, me too” she moaned, the camera catching every flicker of motion and every word that slipped from my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I sighed, feeling my body tense even more as the tendons in her arm shivered with every motion. When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I leaned forward just enough for my come to land on her light curls. She moved her hand to one side but didn’t stop even as she clenched her thighs around her fingers. I came and I came, covering her stomach as well as I held on to the couch with all the strength I had left.
“I’m coming,” she moaned, the camera shaking in her hand as she held it up so it caught everything at once. I didn’t move, my cock still in my hand as I looked at her messy body while she bit her lip and came in a long and glorious release that seemed to never end. When I finally leaned back, she held the camera there for a few moments longer before letting it fall back onto her chest with one last sigh of indulgence.
“So…” I started before I realized I had nothing to say. “Was that it?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, catching her breath. “He said we could come close. As long as he could see it. And hear.”
“Just close?” I asked, waving my hand over the entire experience.
“He wanted to see this,” she said, reaching down and rubbing my mess into her skin. “He wanted to see you come on my body as you begged for it. Right here.”
“I think I like your boyfriend,” I said, finally zipping myself back up before grabbing her some tissues off my desk. She cleaned herself up before straightening her dress and standing up once more.
“I can’t even tell you how hard he’s going to fuck me tonight,” she whispered, her hand on my cheek. “Nothing turns him on more than seeing two people almost get what they want. Almost being the key point.”
She turned to leave and there was nothing I could say. Almost didn’t even come close to it, but that didn’t matter at all. On the bright side, I’d see her the next day and the day after that. And who knows what he might want after seeing that? If he was anything like me, ‘almost’ would be nowhere near good enough.
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