Celeste and I worked for the same company but in different offices, about sixty miles apart. We were acquainted with each other but didn't really know each other. That all changed, of course, or I wouldn't be writing about it. There was a project that would be run out of her office that I'd be contributing to so I drove down to attend a meeting with her and a couple of other coworkers from that office. She was definitely cute and had a nice figure but she was also not only married but married to someone in an important position at our company. It wasn't like I was considering putting a move on her, anyway, especially since that sort of thing is generally frowned upon by HR. I was just noticing but also thinking that, in the unlikely event that the opportunity ever presented itself, it'd be difficult if not impossible to pass up a chance to see her naked. Maybe I was just doing a piss-poor job of not showing what was going through my mind or maybe she was just having the same sort of thoughts about me but, the morning after that meeting, an IM popped up from her.
She started out just thanking me for driving all the way down to attend the meeting and saying that it was nice to finally officially meet me. It was what followed after that got my head spinning. She told me that she had some meetings coming up in my office and thought it could be fun to spend some time together. I didn't know all of the details but I'd heard a story that she only ended up married our regional manager after he'd left his wife for her.
"I'm definitely intrigued," I responded, "but I don't know that it'd be a good career move for me given who you're married to."
"He travels so much now that he's regional manager," she wrote back, "I just need a safe outlet for my pent-up frustration. No one will ever know if we are careful and discreet."
"Not that I don't think you're attractive or that we'd have a lot of fun," I told her, "but I'm going to need to think about it."
"Understood," she replied, "but send me your cell number and let me try to convince you."
I had a good idea of what she had in mind and that it was something she wouldn't want on the company servers, where I was already concerned this conversation would end up. I sent her my cell number figuring, if nothing else, maybe I'd end up with some nice photos. It was only a short while later that my cell vibrated and I glanced over to see that I had a text from an unknown number. I opened the message then quickly closed it and headed for a focus room while my cell continued to vibrate, indicating more messages were coming in. I closed the door behind me and started looking through the photos she was texting. The first was a selfie of her smiling while holding her blouse, which had been unbuttoned, open to show her cleavage and a sexy, lacy bra. Behind her it looked like a tile wall so I assumed she was in a stall in ladies' room.
My cock was stiffening as I looked at the first few photos so I decided it might be better if I reviewed them in a stall in the men's room. I gave myself a moment so that I wasn't pitching a tent in my slacks but I couldn't bear to wait too long, especially given that there were more messages coming in. I was relieved to find all of the stalls in the men's room were unoccupied so I selected one, locked the door and dropped my pants. I went back to the first photo then slowly went through all of them. There was one with her blouse completely unbuttoned and her bra fully exposed but without her face showing. The next one jumped to a shot of her skirt hiked up to her waist and panties that matched her bra. As she continued, she unfastened the front clasp of her bra, revealing a really nice pair of tits, then dropped her panties to show her trim, brown bush. She didn't get completely naked there in the bathroom but she didn't leave anything to the imagination, either. When my cock couldn't possibly get any harder, I switched my phone to camera mode and shot a video as I stroked it, eventually blasting my load all over my fist as I sat on the toilet.
"I'm almost convinced," I wrote in the text response that had my video attached.
"Since I'll be home alone again tonight," she wrote back, "I'll have plenty of time and freedom to make sure you are fully convinced."
I couldn't wait and found myself going back and looking at her photos many times throughout that day. That night, had I really still needed convincing, I wouldn't have been able to resist for much longer. She sent photos of herself after removing each piece of clothing that had been in her earlier photos then, in response to mine, shot a video of herself masturbating and cumming hard. My cock was rigid again so I stripped down and shot a video of my own, standing in front of the mirror and stroking my cock until I shot my load.