"Gees Stacy, you've got to be more careful! I could have been on camera here!"
It's what I said the first time she walked out nearly naked and into my video conference. I had just ended the call, within seconds of her walking by, and I had to chastise her, although I knew it would do no good. She nearly walked out on screen a couple of times after that until I figured out how to tell her from across the room, when I was on the computer, as to whether I was on a video conference or not. A simple little flag that I put on top of the monitor that she could see from the bedroom or the kitchen, did the trick, and she never again walked by almost naked. At least as long as I didn't make a mistake and remove the flag, clicking off screen, and taking my headphones off without actually shutting down the video portion. It hadn't happened yet, and as loose as she'd gotten with being naked, or teasing, or asking for sex, I was very careful to make sure that hadn't happened. There had been a couple of "near misses" by others on our conference calls, it was the hazard of putting a workstation into a living space.
So far, I'd been very lucky, not yet forgetting that
I
was on camera. Apparently, it
had
happened; an enigmatic Corporate Memo, reminding ALL that proper attire and personal conduct was required while on video conferences, raised everyone's eyebrows with wondering what had happened. It was finally explained by a friend who had been on the call. One of our female co-workers in Spain had been on a call without video, and had inadvertently toggled the video on, while dressed in only a bathrobe. That she'd been extremely bored and not really paying too much attention (it happens to ALL of us) was obvious when she reached inside her robe, scratched her breast, and then exposed her breast to look at her nipple. She didn't even realize the conference had some to a standstill until someone called her name and told her to turn her camera off. She had been mortified of course. Although the boss had really been quite understanding that we are all in unusual circumstances, and instructed that everyone was to forget that this event happened and were not to talk about it. Of course it had spread rapidly on the gossip lines before he even instructed that nobody was to talk about it.
The closest
we
came to an oops was when one of Stacy's school buddies had commented during one of her early on-line sessions, when I'd walked behind her camera when going to get a cup of coffee, "Who's the hunk?" The last thing I needed was someone to be saying, "Uh...Rick, you need to turn your camera off or get your lady dressed." I had gotten where I stopped, off camera, and signaled that I was coming by, and she would tell me she wasn't on or switch off momentarily. We had actually gotten quite good about observing each other's video space, but it didn't keep her from teasing me all the time.
Her "just staying with me" and sleeping on the couch had escalated rapidly once she began sharing my bed and we began a sexual relationship. Still she was sticking with her "no fucking," but anything else seemed to be permissible. If anything, our 'no sex' sexual relationship was just that much hotter than anything I'd ever been involved with. Oral sex wasn't everything, but I don't think a day went by that we didn't pleasure each other that way at least once. I've never been shy about giving oral to my ladies, and Stacy definitely appreciated my efforts, as I did hers.
Stacy had taken to teasing me more and more every day. Walking around the apartment naked, or nearly so, and often just approaching me in my living room "office" and practically attacking me. Once I'd determined that she never wore panties with skirts or her PJ's, she always caught my eye, and always tried to entice me with a quick flash. She would sit across from me, in her "kitchen" office so that, if I looked, I could see up her skirt or under her PJ shirt or whatever little nothing she had on. If I glanced up at her and she caught my eye, she'd always spread her legs a bit to entice me, always teasing.
She'd figured out as fast as I had that her little white body-hugging spaghetti strap top, so thin and tight that it did nothing to hide her areolas and nipples, was one of my favorites. She'd wear it with a skirt, parading through the living room knowing I was looking even if I seemed to not be, and then when she came back by I'd reach out and grab her and pull her to me and we'd kiss and fondle and if we had the time, get each other off.
A week or two before she left she'd actually worn it around the house without a skirt, just the top and totally nude otherwise, and when I hung up from a non-video call, she came straight to me, straddled my legs and sat in my lap. That time she'd made no attempt to do anything for me, she just wanted me to get her off. I'd pinched her nipples and then sucked on them through the cloth, my fingers playing with her below until she pulled my head to her chest, shuddered in orgasm, and then afterward she just stood up and walked away without so much as a 'Thank You," leaving me with a hard-on and a huge distraction for my next conference call. She'd gone into the bedroom and come back out dressed, but I'd seen her smirking at me from her 'desk' at the kitchen table all afternoon, knowing and loving that she'd left me in a state of unquenchable arousal. That afternoon the calls had seemed interminable, but the sex that evening was phenomenal.
A few days later I had been right in the middle of a video conference, she had been in the kitchen where I could see her through the gap in my monitors. This one was a formal business meeting with clients, so I was "completely dressed" with a button up shirt and tie above my normal gym shorts. I had gotten to where I seldom wore anything except gym shorts, there was just no reason to get "more" dressed than that. I had several pair, but there really wasn't much need for anything else. If I had no on-line meetings, I often wore nothing but the shorts; for 'work' meetings I usually wore a polo shirt and the shorts, and for "formal" I wore the button up and a tie that came off and went back into the closet as soon I was done.
I was concentrating on the monitors, not really paying attention to her, and when I glanced up I found her eyes locked on mine. She broke out into a smile when she locked with my eyes and reached down between her legs. Her tongue ran out between her lips, and her hands rose back up to tweak her nipples, eventually slipping under her shirt, pushing it up and off. For once she had a bra on, but that didn't stay on for long, falling to the floor with her shirt, as did her skirt moments later. Now totally nude she proceeded to pleasure herself to orgasm, all while looking directly at me while I was trying to concentrate on an international conference call. I had a raging hard-on, barely able to concentrate, but when she stood up and started walking toward me naked, I know my eyes must have bugged out. I put it on mute, ready to kill the video. "Stace -- I'm on video."
She sauntered across the room toward me, and I knew she was being naughty, but with the conference call on-going, I couldn't really do anything other than what I had. I was about to click the video off, which probably would have elicited a comment of "Hey Rick, where'd you go?" or similar, when she stopped behind the monitors and my worktable. She said nothing, her eyes never leaving mine, and gradually dropped to her knees. She crawled under from the backside, her hands reaching my shorts and cock just as I was called upon to contribute. I pushed her hands away to start with, but now I was locked front and center in everyone's screen. I couldn't reach down and push her away without it being obvious that something was going on, so I just tried to ignore her. But she was having no mercy, her hands pulling my shorts away, exposing my erection, and going down on me.
It was all that I could do to keep from letting anyone on the call know I was responding to her mouth and hand. She went straight to taking me in her mouth, her hand alternately stroking my cock, or sliding between me and the seat to cup and squeeze my balls. She had me in her mouth, bobbing, her tongue swirling around driving me crazy; I wasn't sure what her hands were doing until suddenly both hands grabbed a leg of my shorts, jerked, and even from under my bottom on the chair they slipped free without a problem, leaving me nude from the waist down. She wasn't content with just teasing and playing with me, she was intent on sucking me off, all while I was trying to talk. I couldn't help myself, when I came, I grunted and wanted to grab her head, to force her away from my cock, trying to not indicate on screen that anything was going on, but it must have been quite obvious.
"You OK Rick?" Mary, the legal counsel for our side asked.
Shit. I grimaced, grabbed my stomach instead, and rocked my head sideway. "Yeah, just a bit of an upset stomach," I lied.
"Oops!" Jerry from Business Development chimed in, "That's one of the Covid symptoms, nausea and upset stomach. Your face is a bit red... How's your sense of taste?" I'd recovered enough in those few seconds to be able to act normal again.
