πŸ“š phone swap Part 1 of 1
Part 1
phone-swap-ch-01
EXHIBITIONIST VOYEUR

Phone Swap Ch 01

Phone Swap Ch 01

by bacyardadventures
11 min read
4.33 (8000 views)
adultfiction

Another day of report processing, meetings that should have been emails, and emails that should have been nothing at all. Why hasn't the hour hand on the clock moved in what feels like days? At least Annie is back from lunch, bringing with her the telltale hum and bounce of someone who is perpetually happy.

"Alex, how was your lunch?" asked a smiling Annie. It wasn't idle chit chat, she genuinely cared about everyone and everything around her. I adored her for it, but it looked exhausting at times.

"I haven't gone," I replied. "I'm trying to get this report out before Steve asks for it, and I'm hoping to skip lunch and duck out a little early today..."

Her glare said it all, she hated being left alone in our office. We had recently been moved into what many would consider a large closet, to make room for the sales team expansion. It was dark, windowless, and could only be accessed through the IT storage room. No visitors, just work. Frankly, I didn't mind it.

"...that is, if the hall monitor approves, of course" I continued. Always the rule follower, I had taken to referring to her as the hall monitor, or detention officer, when she shot me those looks. A quick eye roll and tongue sticking out let me know she approved, but disliked the idea of spending the final hour of the day here alone.

"How was your lunch Annie?" I asked.

"It was great actually. They finally put up that new gazebo behind the parking lot. I ate my wrap, scrolled TikTok, and pretended like I wasn't going to be left alone in this jail cell...again!". Oof, right, this will be my third day in a row of 'late lunch'. I do feel slightly bad, but the sooner I can escape the better. My wife Katie has tickets for us to see a Rolling Stones cover band at the local festival beer tent, and I want to squeeze in a swim before we go.

"Take it up with Steve, this new report takes me most of the morning and if he doesn't get it by one he'll be hounding me."

"What did they change on the report this time?" Annie asked as she approached, leaning over my shoulder to peruse my screen. Her blonde hair fell onto my shoulder, as I caught a whiff of her perfume. Fresh lavender, always.

"A few extra boxes on the first page, nothing big. But look at this..." She watched mindfully as I spent several minutes highlighting the extra hours worth of work they added to the report, which hardly anyone reads anyways.

"Seems to me like someone got payback for ditching their work partner early" Annie added with a wink, as she walked off to the left to round our desks. I couldn't help but glance at her shapely backside as she turned away, a feature that nobody misses. Annie isn't tall, by any means, and 2 children have added some weight to areas of her smaller frame, which she tries to hide with oversized sweaters and long jackets. Today though, that sweater is just short enough, and her yoga pants are just tight enough to give a perfect view of the curvy ass I have checked out many times before.

Annie slid into her chair across from me. Our desks were back to back, with no partition, as it was the best layout we could agree upon given the room size. It also made it much easier as we passed each other items and reports throughout the day. She held up her phone and quietly listened to something as I returned to my report.

Several minutes went by and I couldn't help but notice she remained glued to her phone. For the ever studious employee, it was an odd sight to see.

"What has you hooked there Annie?"

"Oh, sorry, I..." she turned red and put her phone down. "Have you seen this new thing on TikTok called phone swap?"

"No, I'm not on there much, what is it?" I asked.

"Friends, ex's, siblings, they trade phones and get filmed while they go through each others things. It's wild! I couldn't get enough of it on my lunch. Just a silly reality tv gimmick I guess, but you'd have to really trust someone, and can you imagine what people might have?" as she reddened up again.

"Ha, you mean the 13,000 pictures of your dog, kids, and your crafts? It would turn the world upside down," I replied.

"You think you know me sooooooo well," she exclaimed with a smirk and eye-roll.

"I do. We've worked together for 4 years, and have spent 3 weeks inside this jail cell with only each other for company. I doubt I know anyone better."

"You'd be surprised mister!" as she returned to her work.

"Whatever you say hall monitor."

The afternoon dragged on minute by minute, feeling like an eternity. With the primary report complete I fiddled away with emails, while I monitored some stocks for myself in the background. Annie typed away, but routinely stared off from whichever invoice she was reconciling as if trying to really picture something that wasn't there.

"That's it, I'm caught up" Annie triumphantly said aloud. Her phone immediately went up, and I recognized the telltale video intro from earlier.

"More trashy phone swaps?" I enquired with a raised eyebrow.

"You know it."

πŸ“– Related Exhibitionist Voyeur Magazines

Explore premium magazines in this category

View All β†’

I scoffed and returned to typing. For the pinterest-mom type she sure loved trashy drama tv and videos. We all have our vices I suppose.

"We should do it," she timidly mentioned, without looking up from her screen.

"Excuse me?" I replied, in shock at such a suggestion from Annie.

"No, no, nevermind, that was stupid."

"Not at all, you just surprised me. Something potentially dramatic and risky, from you, never!" I teased, adding quickly to her blushing face.

"I know, I never do anything fun or silly. That's why I thought maybe this would be something."

"Okay."

"Seriously? You'll do it with me?"

"That's what she said" I quipped back, receiving the all to familiar glare.

"No jokes, I'm serious."

"I thought this was fun and silly?"

"I mean it is," Annie replied with a face that said she was trying to come up with the right words, "but it's serious too. This is between you and me, and there are rules."

"Rules, to a game you just found out about, you truly all a detention officer"

"UGH, never mind"

"Okay, okay, okay...I'll be on my best behaviour," I said, easing her worry.

"5 minutes, on airplane mode so we can't send things. If either of us says stop we have to listen and trade back." She has put a lot of thought into this. I wonder if that's what has been on her mind all afternoon.

"That seems fair, although 5 minutes doesn't seem like a lot of time to browse."

"That's what the show does, so I guess you better be quick," she added with a cute smirk and wink.

"Alright, enjoy!" I said as I held out my phone across the desk. She hesitated, looking back between her own phone and mine. Perhaps she didn't think I would agree to this, or is having second thoughts. With a deep inhale she snatched my phone and tossed her own forward on the desk, not waiting for me to reach out for it.

"GO!" she exclaimed.

Silently I lifted her phone off, which was already sitting on her home screen. Where to begin? Pictures, clearly. Scrolling quickly through what seemed like a never-ending barrage of kids, plants, date dinners with her husband, and crafts I grew bored almost immediately. She's a Pinterest mom, through and through. Back to the home screen.

The apps were everything you expected. TikTok, Pinterest, Flipp, Facebook, Instagram, and 3 different weather apps; how boring. I glanced up to see her quickly scrolling up and down, side to side as she seemingly flipped between apps.

"Find any treasures over there?" I asked, catching her off guard as if she forgot I was there.

"What? No, I mean, wow, you have a lot of stuff on here."

"If it exists in the world, there is an app for it."

"Right..." she delved back into whichever screen she was on at the time.

πŸ›οΈ Featured Products

Premium apparel and accessories

Shop All β†’

Messages, let's see what she is up to there. Soccer tryout talk, dinner planning, playdate organization. This phone was as plain as the colour beige. Even chats with her husband were just daily tasks and the odd 'I love you'. If I was something juicy, where would I be.

I gazed off around the room in thought, my eyes unfocused. There it was, the bright white garbage can that we bashed with the door daily....trash. That's it! I quickly zipped back to the photos app and browsed through looking for the deleted items area.

3. That is how many deleted photos there were, highlighted by the number next to the folder name. Opening it up I braced myself for yet another disappointment. I was...intrigued. These were certainly things Annie didn't want anyone to see, but they weren't by any means risque, at least not for the rest of us. Two poses with her hair straightened, in a semi-low cut top, exposing the bare hint of cleavage. The third though, that was the most interesting. It was dark, shadowed and...

An audible gasp and thud pulled my attention to Annie. Her eyes were wide and my phone lay out on her desk.

"Is that...Katie?" she sheepishly asked, covering mouth with one hand while she reached back out for the phone with another.

"I mean, it could be? I can't see it." as she turned the phone towards me I quickly shot back a "yes, it sure is." I could pick Katie's tits out of a lineup any day, and that particular photo had them on proud display in the shower from just yesterday.

"She just, like, sent this to you?"

"Who else would've sent it to me?"

"I mean. You know, she just DOES that?"

"Yeah, occasionally, less now that when we first got together, but it's a fun surprise."

"Wow, she's...beautiful." She turned the phone back completely towards herself and stared for a moment, before returning to intent scrolling.

I felt a chill. Having someone else going through my phone, my photos, my intimate details, just mere feet away from me. It was, exhilarating.

Tearing my eyes away from the intensity of Annie on a mission, I returning my attention to number 3. Her ass was unmistakable, the mirror was generic, and the lights dim. Lingerie, black and lacy. A simple thong, no top, facing away. It was as simple as boudoir-type photos can be, but it was Annie and that meant it was nearly unthinkable for her. The curves, the light, the way the mirror cuts off anything identifiable. She spent time on this.

"Was this for Brad?" I asked, turning the phone towards her.

The second she laid eyes on the phone she bellowed "STOP!" and grabbed for her phone, quickly swiping away and locking the screen with a look of horror. She didn't think I would see those.

After a moment passed I quietly asked "can I have mine back?"

"Oh, right, yeah, of course" muttered the beet-red Annie. "How, I deleted them..."

"There is a deleted photos folder, they don't totally go away until 30 or so days later in case you change your mind."

"Oh." she looked lost, and terrified. "No, it wasn't for Brad. I was just trying something on, and thought it looked nice. I could never send anything, even to him."

"Sorry, we were looking and I just thought something might be there...I didn't mean to upset you."

"I'm just embarrassed. I can't believe you saw that."

Silence, it felt like an eternity in just a minute or two.

Annie broke the awkward mood with "it's already 4:15, weren't you going at 4?"

"Right, yeah" as I began to pack up my things. "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, yes you will."

I shut down my computer and stepped to the door, glancing back I asked "are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah!" her smile returned briefly, "see you tomorrow!". Amidst the return of her bubbly goodbye I could sense lingering embarrassment and shock. Tomorrow is going to be...something.

Stay tuned for Chapter 2!!

Enjoyed this story?

Rate it and discover more like it

You Might Also Like