At first, Ryan didn't feel his phone buzz. He was busy working on the project spreadsheet. One of their clients had a reversal in their approach to the interface of their product. Now it was his team's responsibility to get a prototype ready by the weekend. Design and module priorities, not to mention assignments and workflows. Just another day, really.
When he checked his watch, he saw that Nikki had messaged. He didn't give it any thought. He pulled out his phone, swiped and opened his messenger.
She had sent a video. Inside a house her crew must be cleaning, from the looks of it. Nothing but dead air at first. Then the music burst on. Instinctively Ryan quickly lowered the volume to what he later learned was a track by Rubi Rose.
Nikki burst into the screen. She was wearing hot shorts and an all-too-revealing white tee. Her hands swayed about to the beat. Caressing her navel. Running through her hair. Accentuating her hips.
God, how her ass moved. She was blessed with a nice bubble shaped ass. Her line of work kept it toned. And here she was, shaking it around for his viewing pleasure. Every jiggle caught on camera.
Nikki's dancing enticed and seduced Ryan into watching more. Gone was the office workspace around him. In the span of mere seconds, the pleasing form of his young mistress held his attention. Her movements in concert with the music. Each wave of her arms, shake of her booty and undulation of her torso held his rapt attention. Even the way her hair jostled about and fell over her face served to keep his eyes glued to his screen.
As the song progressed, so too did Nikki's dance. Her smile and eyes had been trained at the camera. As if she were staring back at him through the device. Of course it was for him, Ryan thought. Given their relationship, whom else would she preform like this for?
Now she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her tee. Nikki lifted it, slowly, still in rhythm with the music. She stopped when she had exposed her underside of her boobs. Her smile was now agape, as if she too were pleasantly surprised at what she aimed to reveal. Still shaking, enjoying the beat.
Ryan's lusty eyes watched as she turned around and finally pulled her tee over her head. It was only for a moment, but he was again looking at her perfect backside. Hair lazily fell around her soft, inviting frame as her shirt was nonchalantly tossed aside.
Nikki cocked her head over her shoulder. A whimsical smile adorned her face. Her arms crossed over her chest as she turned around. She was covering up her titties, or at least trying to, as she picked up bobbing and shaking with the song again. Subconsciously, Ryan noticed Nikki seemed a little less energetic now. She came off as more focused on the tease. It didn't matter. He was fixed on her. The supple skin, the curves of her hips, the look on her face inviting him closer.
Ryan was getting a hard-on. Obviously it was Nikki's intention with this video. He wondered if she could sense it. Which was silly - this was a recording. Still, did she anticipate his level of arousal during her little number? What he knew of Nikki, she fed off that energy - knowing she was getting her fling hard while at he was at work.
Her dancing involved her pressing her tits together. Nikki's arms were still crossed in front, coyly covering her breasts. Her head swayed to the music, the bobbing of her hair adding to her lively presence. It could only have lasted twenty seconds. For Ryan, it was hypnotic.
As she swayed to the beat, she now lowered her hands to her shorts. Wiggling her hips as the beat played on, she shimmied her last article of clothing down and off her legs. Nikki held them up and made a surprised "O" face, as if their removal caught her off guard. Her face quickly changing to one of laughter, she tossed them aside.
Those eyes caught the camera once more. Her hands grazed her sides from her creamy thighs and traced the contours of her body up past her chest. There she was. The object of Ryan's lust on full display. She must have figured she had his rapt attention now, and was loving every second of it. She fondled her perky breasts. She pinched her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, rolling them between her digits as the beat pumped. Closing her eyes she tilted her head back, the parting of her mouth conveying the sensation coursing through her body.
