"Go ahead and take those panties off for me. Put them in your purse."
"I'm not taking off my panties," Erin hissed into her phone. "I told you I have a conference call in five minutes."
"A video conference," I replied grinning. "You're the one talking about how you want to fuck me right now, but the minute I respond, you back away."
"I'm not backing away," she said, pulling her dark hair up into a semi-neat ponytail. "All I was reminding you of was the time constraints." She stole a look around for anyone looking in her direction on her floor of the office. Satisfied, she set the phone down while she stood, easily slipping underneath her skirt. Erin grabbed her black, soft underwear, and pulled them down so that she could step out of them.
"They're off."
"Send me proof,"
She sighed playfully as she picked up her phone and took one shot of her panties on the floor and a second shot of her panties in her purse.
"Good girl."
"You have 2 and a half minutes to make this good," she smirked as she sat back down.
"Oh, I'm not ready to start yet girl. I want you to leave your phone open in front of you. I'm going to say nasty shit to you the whole time." I could almost hear her lick her lips after I said that.
"That's going to make my clit throb," Erin moaned. "It'll be so hard to be on camera... and in the middle of my job soaking, fucking wet.
"I'm going to make you want to touch yourself in the middle of your call."
"Oh fuck, I can't do that. Please don't do that," she answered, half-joking.
"You better get that camera on." I said, hanging up.
She glanced at the time and saw she needed to be logged on soon. She tried to compose herself, taking a deep breath and smoothing her skirt down. She then clicked the mouse twice and turned on her camera and mic. Five other people in different chat windows popped up on her screen. Erin's phone screen lit up and she was able to read the text preview:
M: Now where were we?
She tapped it open as another text came in:
M: Oh that's right. You wanted to get fucked."
Erin waved and said hello to everyone on the call, promptly hitting mute. She quickly texted back.
E: I fucking hate you. We're trying to talk about this community event and all I can think about is you wrapping my hair around your hand so you fuck my throat.
Now it was my turn to try to compose myself. I leaned back into my chair and let a hand rest on my growing hard-on.
M: How much do you wish you were gagging on my cock instead of sitting on that meeting right now?
E: So fucking much. I'm salivating at the thought of you in my mouth.
She went back to trying to keep her full attention on her meeting. A few nods and smiles later, her phone lit up again. She ignored it and tried to focus on what her colleague was saying. Her phone screen lit up again. And every 1 to 3 minutes after.
She unlocked her phone and was greeted by a video of me stroking my dick for her.
E: I could watch you do that all day.
She could feel her nipples getting hard and her clit resumed its earlier throbbing. She looked back up at her meeting and smiled; Erin appeared as if she was giving them her full attention but she was able to read and respond with her phone just below the monitor. Her gaze fell back down to my moans and visuals from jerking myself for her.
E: I'm jealous that you're so hard and I'm not there to take advantage.
I had put myself away to focus fully on continuing to tease the shit out of her.
M: I just have great inspirations.
E: Oh? What inspirations are you talking about?
M: The way you swirl your tongue around the top of my dick.
How you moan deeply every time I rub your nipples between my fingers, roughly or softly.
How your skin always smells so good and I want to put my mouth all over you.
Fuck, your moans period. You could just pretend to moan and say my name a few times and I could cum for you.
Erin unmuted her conference call to respond to a question, but I was making it really hard for her to keep a straight face. She remembered to mute herself again before turning on her own video camera.
I opened the video and could see her face, her monitor reflecting in her glasses. She bit her lip and briefly looked down at the lens.
"I want you to fuck me so hard baby. You're making me crazy." Erin moaned as the video ended.
My dick seemed to get harder. I returned fire.
M: Maybe I should drive over there. Move that chair, get on my knees and start teasing your lips as I push your skirt around your waist. Do you think they'd notice you're getting eaten out on your call?
Erin put on her best pretend smile again but she squeezed her thighs tightly, the squeeze just enough to get some friction against her clit. But it wasn't enough.
E: OMG, I want to touch myself so bad.
M: Then what are you waiting for?
E: I can't, I won't be able to control myself.
M: Then start slow.
Erin adjusted her glasses and unmuted to say her piece about the event when she heard her name. Everyone seemed to be their usual video conference call selves; feigning interest and trying to listen enough for when it was their turn to speak. Surely, none of them could tell she was so wet that she was leaving a small spot on her chair. Erin answered a question and when the meeting organizer seemed satisfied, she moved on to the next piece of the meeting and she was able to mute again.
Erin took her left hand and used it to adjust her skirt, squirming a bit until she was able to pull it completely away from her legs and thighs. With the skirt forming a dark ring in her chair, she adjusted again so that her pussy was closer to the edge of the chair. She rolled her eyes and smiled at the camera embarrassed, hoping that no one realized she wasn't adjusting in her seat for normal reasons.
She grinded her clit into her leather chair and closed her eyes but snapped them back open.
E: You have me rubbing my clit against my chair.
M: I wish it was rubbing against my tongue. Do you think your coworkers want to know how much you love having your clit sucked?
Erin pushed into the chair again but kept her eyes open this time. Her middle finger slid over her shaven mound and gently touched her swollen clit.
E: Okay, you win. My finger's on my clit.
She looked down, eager for his response. Instead, minutes passed and she heard her name again. Erin unmuted and responded but her finger continued to lightly tap her clit. The next few minutes were a blur as she held a conversation with multiple coworkers, all while touching herself. And still, her phone said no new messages
Her shoulders slumped and she brought her hand back to the desk. Erin again smiled and nodded as she was able to fully concentrate on her call again. The meeting coordinator started recapping the meeting, a clear signal she was wrapping up. Her phone flashed to life while she was in the middle of answering a follow up question to what she was doing for the event. She finished her thought, muted, and quickly unlocked her screen.
