Jolene's Peepshow

Frozen in place by panic, she did not dare make another move. Not believing her own eyes, she stared at the sign and the words written on it: "Do it again."

This had to be a message for her, there was no other alternative. The order was clear and precise, and although she was overcome with the fear of her fantasy actually coming true, she couldn't help but let her arousal take over all the other emotions she was experiencing.

Her pussy was still soaked from the previous night, but she felt even more wetness gush out of it. Her neighbor had ordered her to do it again, and so she felt compelled to bring her fingers back inside of her. She pushed them further in, moaning in pleasure from the sensation. Shivers and sweat only accentuated her excitement, that warm feeling inside growing stronger and stronger with each stroke of her fingers.

He had seen her and liked it. And now he wanted to see even more. She pushed a third finger inside and wondered how big his dick was. Did he masturbate as well? Did they cum at the same time? Could she really do it again knowing for sure he was watching? She'd never done anything like it before, whether it be masturbating in front of someone or exposing herself to a stranger. It was so unlike her, so perverse, so naughty. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and rubbed her clit furiously, with the vigor and intensity of desperation. "Make me come," she said out loud, "make me come, please, please, oh yeeesssss..."

After a cold shower to regain her senses, she got ready for work. This time, she put on a long sleeve sweater that she paired with a mini-skirt, tights and boots. The hemline was quite high and if she bent over a little too much, the bottom of her plump ass cheeks would show. Before heading out the door, she stood in front of the window and twirled around. She was in a fantastic mood.

Everyone in the office agreed, she seemed well-rested and had an air of content about her. The multiple orgasms had indeed made her sleep like a baby. With a permanent half-smile on her face, she walked around the halls with the confidence of a supermodel. She caught up with the work she'd been too distracted to take care of the day before in no time, and participated in the morning meeting with great enthusiasm.

During her coffee break, Tom, her boss, walked up behind her and put a hand on her lower back. "Looking good today, Jolene," he said in a low, sultry voice. "And good job back there." She thanked him, her face beaming. Tom was a very handsome man, but he was far too old for her, and so she'd never looked at him in any other way than a professional one. She was barely in her mid-twenties and he seemed to be closer to 45. Almost twice her age! However something had shifted in her, and she felt the urge to entice him. She liked thinking that if she ever wanted to, she might be able to seduce him. He wasn't particularly tall or strong. He was of average height and his frame was rather slim. He was quite pale, bald and he wore glasses, yet none of this could mitigate the fact that the man oozed charisma. Jolene felt like she'd never properly looked at him before, but saw now that he had beautiful features and kind eyes.

She took a step closer to him and said: "Thanks Tom! Let me know if there's anything else you need. I'll be in my office." And as she walked away, deliberately swaying her hips, she could feel his stare on her ass.

On the way back to her desk, she ran into Aaron who seemed to only have eyes for her long legs. She appreciated the hunger in his eyes and simply walked past him without acknowledging it. Funny how a simple change of attire had made the men around her look at her in a different way. Her figure was the same as when she'd first started working in that office, but never before had she put her sculpted legs on display. Jolene would never admit to it, but all the attention she was suddenly receiving made her even hornier than she already was. It felt like her pussy had been constantly wet since seeing the man in the window.

Right before entering her office, she heard Aaron call out from behind her: "Hey Jolene!" She turned around to face him, and reveled in the fact that he was staring at her legs like he wanted to rip her tights to shreads.

-- What's with the new look?

-- Just... felt like a change is all.

-- About time! It's a crime to have ever hidden a body like that. Damn.

-- Aaron!

-- I'm just saying... you look hot.

-- Don't say that too loud, wouldn't want you to get into trouble with HR.

-- So I can't give compliments to my friend anymore?

-- Sure you can. And you also look good, by the way.

-- Thank you dear. I'd appreciate a little bit of cleavage tomorrow though.

Jolene walked away with a chuckle and a pep in her step. Later in the afternoon, Tom came to her office, knocking on her open door to announce himself. With a stern look on his face, he dropped a file on her desk and said: "I'm not happy with this. The research isn't up to date and it's full of mistakes. Do it again."

Shocked, Jolene stammered something incoherent as she flipped through the pages of the file. "B-but I didn't write this!" she finally blurted out. He looked at her with raised eyebrows and stated, matter-of-factly: "I never said you did. Some of your colleagues don't work to reach the standard of quality I've come to expect but that I know you can meet. So I need you to do it again."

A million thoughts were racing through her mind. She felt like she was being punished for someone else's mistake, but also oddly flattered. The file was big and rather complicated though, so she knew she would be finishing late and starting early the next day.

But what bothered her the most was the throbbing sensation in her cunt. Between his body language, the assertiveness of his tone and the repeated use of the words "Do it again", just like the note on her neighbor's window, Jolene had soaked through her panties. She couldn't wait to get home to masturbate.

She squeezed her legs together and writhed on her chair, unconsciously trying to create some friction with her pussy lips, but stopped the second she realized Tom was still looking right at her, and also that the door was still open. Anyone could walk past her office and catch her all flustered, fighting the urge to masturbate right there at work.

What's worse, is that the thought of doing it surrounded by her coworkers turned her on even more. Never had such a thought ever even crossed her mind, but she was now picturing herself, sitting on the desk with her legs spread open for all to see, and showing off her sopping yet oh-so-tight pussy. Her clit throbbed and her lips clenched together. She sat even lower on her chair, increasing the pressure, and brought her hand to cover her mouth so it was nowhere near where she actually wanted to put it. An image had appeared in her mind that had left her trembling.

Her on that desk, naked and masturbating, with Tom sitting in the opposite chair. And Aaron somewhere in the background. And more of her coworkers gathering into an ever-growing crowd with each one of her climaxes.

"The deadline's tomorrow night. It's your chance to impress me." Tom declared with a low, authoritative voice, and then he left.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with me?" Jolene thought, fearful that the smell of her gushing sex had reached her boss's nostrils. It was all her sexy neighbor's fault. He switched an arousal button in her, turned it up to 11, and kept her mind focused on sex when she should be working oh so hard to impress her boss. Her older, charismatic, commanding boss. "Dammit!"

She was the last one to leave the office, and came home absolutely exhausted. Jolene could have gone to bed immediately but was reminded of a very good reason not to: the sign was still up. So she ate something quickly, took all of her clothes off and turned on the living room lamp before lying down on her couch. The moonlight wasn't enough this time, he would get to see all of her. She'd always been confident in her body; she just hadn't had a reason to flaunt it in a while. But thanks to him, that had changed.

She cupped her full, perky breasts and toyed with the nipples a little. She was still wet from earlier and could have gone straight for her clit and climaxed with a few efficient strokes, but she was bent on giving him a proper show. With her tongue, she wet her fingers and brought them back to her nipples, which became erect. And then, as if her gesture had summoned him, his shadow appeared in the window behind the curtain.

Jolene spread her legs a little to give him a glimpse of her glistening lips, but then closed them up. Her body undulated on the couch, her heaving chest rising and lowering like a wave. She hoped he had taken his cock out and pictured him touching himself while staring at her. It made her feel so incredibly sexy to know that she made him horny enough to give such an indecent command. "Yes, I'm doing this for you, just for you. Look what you're doing to me... Look at me while I touch myself. Do you like it? Tell me what to do and I'll do it. I'll do it for you."

Jolene got up and walked towards her bay window, turned around and kneeled on the carpet. She bent over on all fours, face down, ass up, and started rubbing her clit. She knew she would come soon and felt like it was going to be a big one, ripe with her day-long frustrations. She slipped two fingers in and hooked them up to stimulate her G-spot, then went back and forth on her clit, going faster and harder with each switch.

After a few minutes of this, she was on the edge of very strong and intense orgasm. In her mind, he was as close to cumming as her, pumping up and down on his own shaft with vigor, pent up and sweating. If she could, she'd break through the glass and fly over to him, land right on his dick and never get off of it. "So fucking slutty. When did I become such a filthy little whore? I don't even know you yet I'm bending over backwards in the hope that you'll one day impale me with your c-co-oooock."

She came hard, thrusting her ass in the air with her fingers pressed against her clit. All throughout her orgasm, she kept rubbing it to make the wave of pleasure last even longer.

As she felt her orgasm begin to subside, she turned her head around and looked right at the window, in the hope to meet his gaze. But the shadow was gone, and so was the sign.

"Oh no, oh no no no nononono... Please..." Jolene felt like an utter fool. The bliss had vanished, replaced by a deep, deep sense of shame. She thought the fact that he hadn't lingered after her show could only mean one thing: he hadn't enjoyed it and removed the sign to let her know that he would not partake in her lewd displays anymore. Tears welled up in her eyes, clouding her vision. Jolene slowly got up, her arms wrapped up around her chest in an attempt to cover herself, and went to her bedroom where she cried herself to sleep.

To be continued...