Alan looked up from his screen at the ceiling. His eyes were starting to burn, so he closed and rubbed at them with both hands. As he stood to stretch, both hands reaching above his head, he could just see over the walls of his cubicle.
Ally sat by herself. It was nearly 7 PM, so Tyler, who sat opposite her desk, had long left for the day. Her back mostly faced Alan, her dark hair in a loose ponytail behind her. From the slight angle she was turned in her corner desk, he could see just a bit of her tight, black top and the edge of her silver-grey, pleated midi skirt. Her right hand held her phone, swiping occasionally with her thumb, and the other...
It was pressed against her body, hidden by the chair, moving back and forth just a little.
Alan froze, trying not to even breathe. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned to try to get a closer look. From this angle, he couldn't tell, but...
Feeling his cock stirring, he sent the thought: [That feels good.]
Ally head tilted back, just a little. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
[Oh, yeah,] Alan thought, [faster.]
Her arm started to work faster, eyes still locked on her phone, swiping. She let out a sigh.
This was actually happening, he realized. She was masterbating right at her desk.
Before he could reconsider it, he quickly and silently ducked down into his cubicle, snatched up his phone, and turned the camera on in video mode. Trying to breathe evenly, he stretched it out, pointing it just over the grey wall, and pressed record.
Ally's hand was still busily moving inside her skirt, whatever she was checking on her phone hidden. Alan licked his lips, filming for a few moments, and then thought at her: [Yeah, just like that. Finger that pussy just how you like it. Work it.]
Ally's arm started to work more slowly, sinking deeper into her skirt. Her back arched at little, and her breathing sped up a step.
[Yeah, that is so hot,] he thought at her. [It's so hot that someone might walk by, see me. The danger factor makes it feel amazing.]
Ally's back arched even more, so she was leaning back into her chair. Alan could finally see her hand slipped into the skirt's waistband to the wrist, feeling his hard on fully extend as he watched her hand circling the area around her clit through the camera. He suddenly got an idea.
[I must look fucking hot like this,] he thought at her. [I wonder how I look in my phone's camera.]
Ally breath caught, and hesitating only a moment, she made two quick taps with her finger on her iPhone. She held it away from her just a little. Alan could just barely catch the other angle of her, hand pumping, in his own recording. Her lithe, small body rocked back and forth, her nipples pointing visibly through her black top.
[I look amazing,] he thought at her. [This is the horniest thing I've ever done. Touching myself, right here in the office, where anyone could walk by... How hot would it be if recorded myself?]
She didn't even hesitate. One quick thump press, and the iPhone's front facing camera blinked on. It caught a great angle of her open, panting mouth, gyrating hips, and her hand now furiously working her sweet hot box, hidden only by a small layer of pleated gray skirt.
[Yes!] Alan thought at her, [just like that! Look at you, you sexy beast! Think of everyone watching you, feel your pussy tighten as you imagine the boys drooling over you.]
Ally's eyes closed, imagining, working her snatch so fast that the wet sound of it could be clearly heard in the office area. She tried to let out a moan, but bit it off quickly, clamping her lips together tightly.
[Yeah, work it! Work it and cum! Cum hard for that hot camera!]
Ally stiffened. Her eyes popped open, going wide, and her back arched so far back that the office chair leaned almost all the way down. It gave Alan's phone a perfect angle of her hand frozen at the exploding point. She bucked for a few seconds, face going dark red from holding it all in. And then in a rush, she flung herself back forward, leaning over her desk. Sweat dripped off the tip of her nose onto her keyboard, and she had to support herself with one elbow. The other hand was still in her skirt.
After a minute or so, she took a deep breath, looking out across the tall desk in front of her for sign of anyone, but not around to Alan's side. Then she pulled her hair out of her face, where some locks had escaped and matted to her, and straightened in her chair. Then she paused. She started to turn.
Alan snatched his phone back inside his cubicle safety, hitting the stop button with a jab of his thumb. When there was no sound or movement for a few moments, he let out a long, silent breath. He stared through the grey walls where Ally was sitting, his head cocked.
[That was the best 'me time' ever,] he thought at her. [Especially with the camera. Maybe I should do some more filming some time in the future...]
Alan smiled, and tried to go back to work. But his hardon was so tight it was painful, and he couldn't look at the screens for more than a moment or two. He locked the desktop and stood, adjusted his cock in his pants so it wasn't quite so obvious, and walked to the front doors.
As he passed her desk, he met Ally's gaze. Her face was a touch flushed, but otherwise she looked almost normal. Normal enough that if he weren't looking for the signs, he might not have noticed a difference. Her nipples were still hard.
"Leaving for the day?" she asked him.
"Naw, just getting a little air," Alan told her. He paused, right next to the tall reception desk, and then turned back to her. "You know, you look really nice this evening, Ally. Something good happen?"
There was a momentary spike of panic in her expression, but she only shrugged. "Oh, uh, no, I don't think so."
[Maybe next time I could have someone else do the filming,] he thought at her. At this, Ally's eyes widened for a moment, and then narrowed at him, a small smile working. But before she could say anything, he said, "Well, be back in a bit. Have a great evening!"
Ally blinked, and then blurted, "Yeah, you too!"
Alan strode out of the room. He had to cool himself down, maybe make a quick visit to the restroom. But as soon as he went through the outer doors, he almost ran right into Allyssa.
Allyssa had very straight, shoulder-length brown hair with golden highlights that swung when both them jerked to a stop to avoid the collision. Her gray t-shirt with a bright pink S-shield and cream sweater did a partial job of hiding what he knew was a tight, fit body underneath, with pert boobs the size of Alan's fists. Her jeans were tight on her legs, showing the nice tone of her thighs and calves. Before he could stop himself, he thought the same thing he always thought when he saw her: [God, you have a hot body.]
Alyssa blinked, as if something suddenly occurred to her, and then she seemed to give Alan a closer look. She smiled at him, pulling a lock of hair away from her face.
"Hi Alan," she said. "It's been a while. How are you?"
"Not bad," he said, hoping she didn't look too closely at his pants. "Just glad the work day is almost over."
Alyssa nodded. "Yeah, about that. I was actually on my way over now to see you."
At this he blinked. "Really? What's up?"
"I keep forgetting to tell you about a transfer that we're sending through the system this coming Sunday," she said. "It might make some changes to some of the tables you use, so I wanted to make sure you knew beforehand."
Alan tilted his head. "Uh, okay, thanks. Good to know." He paused. "Out of curiosity, why didn't you send an email? I mean, it's good to see you and all, but it's a long way to go from the other office."
"The email keeps coming back," she told him. "I've been trying for a week."
Alan slapped his forehead. "That's right, they changed it but didn't update it on my company profile. My bad, I'll get that fixed. I'll send you an email when I get back to my desk for you to reply to." He shook his head. "They used to get that stuff right when you were my supervisor."
She smiled. "Well, I tried. Anyway, I'll be in touch." To took a step to turn away, but then hesitated, looking back at him. "You know, you're looking pretty good. Have you been working out lately?"
"Yeah, I've been trying to level up a little." He actually had, the last couple of weeks.
"Awesome! Keep it up. I'd say you're on the right track."
"That's high praise, coming from a gym-ohaulic like you."
She shrugged. "What can I say? No feeling quite like that burn. See you later!"
With that, she turned and made her way out. Alan watched that drum-tight ass a moment, and then turned toward the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, pulled out his phone, and plugging headphones in, he watched Ally finger fuck herself into orgasim again.
He carefully wiped his jizz off of the bathroom floor.
***
Alan was coming back from the corner jug, his thermos now full of water in one hand, when he spotted Raina, chatting with one of the other guys from HR down the hallway from him. She laughed at something he said, slapping his arm. He told her something else, and she said "Oh, my God!" and then the rest too quietly for him to hear. Then she laughed again.
Alan paused, tilting his head. An idea occurred to him, and smiling, he approached them.
Raina spotted him first, and he immediately thought at her, [Wow, his body is looking nice these days.] Her eyes seemed to travel over him just a moment before she gave him a wave.
"Oh, Alan! You gotta hear this," she said, gesturing to her HR coworker. He was tall, with a maroon polo and slacks, not too bad looking. He was also pretending not to stare at Raina's chest when she wasn't looking. "Kyle was telling this hilarious story."
"Really? What's up?" he said, turning to Kyle, but he thought at her, [These boys are totally into me. I love how they pretend like they're not staring at my chest.] Alan could see her stand up a little straighter in the corner of his eye, looking back and forth between them.
Kyle smiled, but the way he met Alan's eyes was a bit chilly. "Oh, it's not that funny," he said, waving it off.
"Oh, come one, it was great!" she said. Alan thought at her,[ If I just step closer so he gets an eyeful and touch his arm, he'll do whatever I want.] She smiled, fluttered her eyelashes at Kyle, and smoothly stepped closer to him, grabbing his arm and pulling it very near her. "Just a bit of it?"
Kyle smiled foolishly, nodding. "Okay, okay. You know, it's just thing from when I was a kid. I went on a cub scout day camp, and got really sick. It got so bad, that the councilors decided to take me home early. Then-"
