Office Doldrums (Sheri Ch. 3)

When I got to work the next day Sheri's car was already out front. Remembering the day before, I figured this just might be the best Friday I'd ever have. I almost felt like whistling as I got to the front door: which was summarily locked. Although odd, I figured maybe Sheri had had a friend pick her up and left her car there while they went out to breakfast. That wasn't too unusual for our office help. I unlocked the door and looked through the window that led into the receptionist's office. The answer to the locked door was instantly evident.

Sheri was in the office leaned over a countertop. Which isn't singularly important because she sometimes stood up while she worked. She hated sitting all day. What did make it important is that she was facing away from me. Again, not that important, except that she was wearing a very tight, very short black mini skirt which was pulled a quarter way up the perfect curves of her ass. Which meant that I had a nice view of the matching black thong that hid sweetly in the crack of her ass. I was transfixed. As I watched she placed her right foot about six inches past shoulder width, and again the same with her left. Which left a clear view for me to see the thong wrapped through her groin and hugged tightly against that entirely desirable pussy. There was barely enough cloth in that thong to spread the width of her pussy. I wanted nothing more than to pinch the folds of the cloth together so it would slip up and inside the wet lips of her sex.

I left the vision at the window and walked through the waiting room towards her office. When I got to the office she was sitting on the edge of the counter where she'd been working and had her legs apart with a very unladylike six inches between her knees. I couldn't help but gawk at that barely covered twat hiding under short skirt and thin thong. "Good morning," I choked out when I finally managed to rip my eyes away from her crotch and up to her eyes.

"I had the most unbelievable day yesterday," she began, skipping the formalities. "First, there was you and what you did to me. Then, I was in such a hurry to get to school I totally forgot about my bra. I was halfway through class before I even noticed the absence. By then half the guys in the class were staring straight at my chest. It was so unbelievably erotic knowing all those guys were staring at my chest wishing for half of what I'd given you. It was hard not to pull my top down and give them a show, but I'd cum already with you and I was afraid of getting kicked out of school. I just barely managed to sneak into the ladies room and put my bra back on before my next class, not to mention a little masturbating of my own to calm me back down.

"To top it off, my boyfriend met me right after school and drug me back to his apartment for a romp. It was so hard to not let him see my prestained panties. He would've been tyrannical. Then I fucked him so hard, and I kept my mouth pressed against his the whole time just thinking of you licking yourself off my tongue. With that stiff prick up my cunt and the thoughts of you I had two orgasms in row. I've never cum like that. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. It's just too bad my boyfriend thinks he's the only one to credit for it. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's an alright fuck, but thinking of you licking your cum off my tongue turned him into an instant super stud."

That was one of the most erotic confessions I'd ever heard. I couldn't help but watch as she gushed out her story and her nipples tightened under the light blue, near sheer top. I also noticed the darker stain spreading across the thin material of her narrow thong. It was evident she'd had a very erotic day, body language like that doesn't lie. I leaned back against the wall near the door and simply watched as she dreamt of the day before. She was so damn hot in that tight top and short skirt. Add in the wet panties, jutting nipples, and the erotic confession, it was difficult not to just whip it out and cum right there.

The look on her face was the most lustful I'd seen yet as she looked at me. Then I noticed she was looking straight at my crotch where I had unconciously begun rubbing myself. I gave her a wicked grin, "You still owe me."

Her eyes flicked up to mine and then back down to my groin when I added a few more strokes. "What do you want?" By now she was slowly sliding her tongue back and forth across her lips.

"Yesterday you said I could have anything." She moaned silently, half lust, and half caution at what I was saying. "Do you want me to do that for you again?"

"Mmmhhhmmm," she moaned.

"Then stay right here, I'll be right back." She looked disappointed when I pulled my hand away from my crotch, but I had to let her down if I was going to get what I wanted. I walked back to my office and swiftly grabbed my work/personal camera. It was a compact video recorder with a built in memory capable of allowing me to snap digital photos. A nice camera and perfect for work. Now I'd see how good it was for personal use.

I walked back into the room with the camera in hand and she gave me a look suspicious enough to pry into my soul. "This is my payment," I told her matter of factly.

"What?" She didn't seem to like the idea of including a video camera in our play much, but she'd made the bargain, not me.

"I get to videotape and photograph you in any poses I want." She seemed to like that idea even less. "Look, I've got a TV/VCR unit in my office so this tape never has to leave the building. The photos are all digital so no one except you and me will ever see them." She still didn't like the idea. "Alright, how about I take a couple minutes of footage and a few pics and then you can tell me yes or no once you've seen it. Who knows, you might even like it."

The look on her face screamed apprehension but she nodded anyway. I kept pushing, "Hey, I had to do something yesterday that I didn't necessarily like at first, now it's your turn."

She nodded again and I hit the power switch on the recorder. "Relax."

"I'm just afraid you're going to use the tape against me."

"Against you? You mean like blackmail?" She nodded. "You can just chuck that idea. You are a gorgeous young woman with a full life ahead of you. The last thing in the world I would want to do is ruin that for you in the disguise of a few minutes fun used to alleviate the work day. Alright?"

She seemed to relax a little through the shoulders and smiled at me. I gave her a heart warming smile back, "Ready?" Again she nodded and I raised the camcorder. "Why don't we start simple, that way you can find out if you like it or not. I pressed the record button and smiled, "You're on."

That tension pulled back into her shoulders again, "I don't know what to do."

"Sure you do. Everything that you use express your exhibitionism, do for the camera. Do it for me, like this little electronic device isn't even here."

Once again the tension released from her shoulders. She smiled a nervous smile and pulled herself onto the edge of the counter so that her rear was only half on the countertop. She leaned back on her hands like I did for her during my show and slowly spread her knees apart. When her knees were nearly a foot and a half apart I whispered, "Hold it." I reached up on the camera and hit the button that would take a snapshot and place a three second display of the still on tape.

The camera made an audible that sounded like a shutter click. Sheri was prompted to ask, "Was that a picture?"

"Yes'm."

"You can do that while videotaping?"

"I'll show you when we're done."

With the picture out of the way I zoomed in on the skirt and panties and was rewarded with an excellent view of that barely covered pussy and the shaved groin that was its home. I zoomed back out and she slowly slid off the counter which pulled at the skin tight material of the skirt until when she slipped off the edge her skirt was pushed half way up her hips leaving the bottom half of her panties exposed. Turning her back to me she bent over the counter and gave me much the same pose she had when I first walked in, only this time much more of her tight ass was exposed. I moved forward and crouched down giving myself a nice view into that pantied crotch and sweet ass. I snapped another picture. At the sound she looked over her shoulder and fixed me with a teasing smile which prompted me to snap another picture. The sight of her ass and pussy barely hidden behind that thong while she gave me that mouthwatering smile was too much for me.

"Alright," I said, standing back up, "now for those wonderful breasts."

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back into place. Turning to me she put her hands on the top of her shirt. The shirt was more a dance club type shirt, not a professional work shirt, but this wasn't a professional work moment either. She placed her hands at each shoulder and hooked her fingers under the material of the top. Slowly, inch by creamy white inch, she slid the material down until the top halves of her tits were exposed. When she had almost reached her nipples she leaned forward. "Hold it," I said and snapped a shot of those glorious curves.

Sheri straightened back up and pulled her top back into place. She smoothed her hand down her skirt again and asked, "Good enough?"

I nodded. "Give me a couple of minutes. I'll let you know when I have something for you."

I could see her tongue probing towards her lips when I left the room. I went to my office and hooked the camera up to my computer. I put the cassette in the converter and loaded it into the VCR and hit the rewind button. I brought up the pictures on the monitor. They were priceless. How'd that commercial go?

Part time secretary wages: $8/hr.

VCR/TV unit: $80.00

Digital camcorder: $700.00

Your coworker half naked forever: Priceless.

Time passed intermnably slow as I waited to call Sheri back. It's not that I had a lot of work, but I thought it would be nice to tease her for a while. Finally, when I'd had enough waiting, I reached for my phone to intercom her. Before I could punch in her number I heard a quiet knock on my door. "Just the person I was going to call," I said as she entered. I hung the phone back up and arched my eyebrows at her. "Well, what do you think?"

"Let me see 'em."

"Not yet, couple more pictures." I raised the camera which was still attached to my computer. "Step back and smile." I snapped the picture. "Good, now turn to the side. Good, and now face away from me. Nice. Okay, that's it."

The wait for the pictures to transfer to my harddrive was almost unbearable. Finally they came up on screen and I first opened the frontal picture I had just shot. I looked over my shoulder to see her reaction. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking from her look, which was strange because she was normally very expressive. I went to the side view picture and she leaned forward, putting a hand on my desk so her face was only a few inches from mine where we viewed the screen. Next was the rear picture. Still no obvious expression from her. "Ready for the really good ones?"

Her mouth tried to smile and frown at the same time, but she nodded anyway. First was the frontal picture with her crotch exposed. "That's a really nice thong. It was made just for your body." She smiled slightly and indicated that she wanted to see the next picture, which was the ass view. "That ass of yours is probably the tightest, sexiest piece of flesh I have ever seen." Next was the same view, only with her looking back over her shoulder. "That smile, combined with the view, would tempt any honorable man to become your dishonorable fornicater." Her smile widened and I went to the last and final pic, which was her breasts. "And those, are immaculate." I looked into her face and let my eyes deliberately drop down to her breasts where they dangled inside the tight top. "On to the video?"

I didn't really think an invitation was necessary. I scooted back in my chair and stood up. She immediately took the seat I had just vacated and keyed through the pics like I had just done. I took my time walking over to the VCR. I figured the more time she had to see herself frozen forever the more chance she would like it. I finally pressed play. "It's on."

She spun in the chair just in time to see the video start with her looking strained and uncomfortable in front of the camera. Soon our voices came back to us from the TV as the tape progressed. My attention was rapt on Sheri where she sat in my chair, and her attention was rapt on the video. Her expression soon changed and started sliding to the now familiar look of lust. By the end of the tape I was seated on the edge of my desk and stroking myself through the material of my shorts and briefs. I pressed the stop button on the remote but didn't stop stroking myself. She glanced at where I was stroking myself. "I never thought of video taping myself. I wish I had, it's very erotic."

"And you can even combine it with your favorite passion. Would you like me to get off while watching you?"

"That would be so unbelievably erotic." I unzipped my shorts and soon had my bare shaft out and in hand. I worked it slowly as she stared. I stroked myself carefully, taking my time to build to climax. After several minutes she noticed the sweat starting to form on my forehead and leaned forward. My cock lept to the fullest attention. She had her lips parted and she was still slowly descending on my manhood.

Instant images of my cock buried in her face flashed into my mind. But it wasn't to be. Instead she pushed my hands away and very lightly kissed the tip of my cock, the merest butterfly flutter. Still, it was enough to cause a noticeable jump from my manhood. When she pulled away I saw what she was after. The shiny jewel of my precum shone of her lips. She leaned forward and placed a kiss against my lips, our tongues darted lightly against each other as we licked each other's lips and then she parted. "Get the camera ready."

I couldn't disobey. Zipping myself back in I stood up. Shortly she came back into the room with a CD she placed in the portable radio I kept near my desk. She cued up a song, "When I come back and knock, press play on the CD and start recording with the camera."

"As you wish." It was the only reply I could think of as the vision of beauty left my room.

Presently I heard her travelling the hallway and heard the sound of the bathroom door shutting. I couldn't hear what she doing from where my office was, but I was more than willing to give her her privacy. I finished getting the camera ready and took a seat to patiently wait for her and whatever she had planned.

My head filled with visions as I wondered what she would do, now that we had unlocked a new step in her exhibitionism. I quit wondering as soon as I heard the familiar quiet knock on the door. I took my cue and hit the play button on the CD and record button on the camera at the same time. Slow dance music with a solid beat started playing as she strutted through the door and took my breath away.

She came through the door in a blouse that was a hair away from non-existent. Underneath it showed a sheer bra that held her barely C cup breasts perfectly. Beneath the heaven sent blouse was a plain white, pleated mini skirt which swayed hypnotically as she began to gyrate her hips. The outfit itself wasn't enough to entirely steal my breath, but the fact that every inch of it was soaking wet did. Her nipples, as yet previously unseen by me, jutted out prominently under the water soaked clothing. When she spun her body to the side I could've sworn they extended past those curvaceous mounds of flesh at least a half inch. I was almost tempted to go grab a tape measure, but her body totally tempted me to stay put.

Sheri twirled lazily and slid her hands up over breasts, the pert globes of flesh squeezed up magnificently under the clinging fabric of the top. Gyrating her hips slowly she picked up on the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, revealing a pair of white cotton bikinis, which were as soaked and see through as the rest of her outfit. Underneath the soft material I could see that she had shaved her pubic hairs into a nice, narrow V, which pointed sharply to her sex.

I sighed audibly at the first sight of the mysterious curves of her pussy. I let my lust show openly on my face, which must've encouraged Sheri because she thrust her hips forward and her shoulders back. Her glorious sex rolled into view but all too swiftly disappeared as she pushed her tummy forward and continued the motion until her shoulders reached vertical and then continued past until she set her hands on the arms of my chair and smiled point blank into the camera. I think I heard the camera cum.

She stood back up and ran her fingers into her should length brown hair and gyrated her hips as she turned her back to me. Facing away from me she looked over her shoulder and dropped her hands to the zipper at the back of her skirt. I, in turn, dropped my free hand to my zipper. We unzipped at the same time. I reached in and pulled my throbbing member out over my briefs and through the fly of my shorts.

She held the skirt up at the waist as she unzipped unbearably slowly. I zoomed in on her hand movement and I think the camera started smoking. Putting her feet shoulder width apart she locked her knees, and then slowly slid her skirt down down her legs. Her wet panties clung deliciously to the luscious mounds of her ass. She slid her skirt down and only bent at the waist, so from where I was sitting her pussy tilted into view very slowly under the globes of her ass. The lips of her sex were pressed tight against the sheer material of her panties, and I knew the gap in between was opened and wet, waiting for a cock or tongue to penetrate its lustful secrets. It was an aggressive pussy, I thought, with the lips mounding outward slightly and the hood jutting out beyond the lips slightly like a tongue licking off the sweet sugar at the corners of the mouth. When she was all the way bent I zoomed in to that magnificent honeypot and took a snapshot. She heard the click and bent her knees slightly. She stayed bent and waved her sex and ass in the air in front of me. I followed the movements loyally with eyes and camera.

Sheri finally straightened and turned to look down at me, the camera, and my stiff cock. She placed her hands on the arms of my chair again and slowly kneeled between my legs. When she was finally settled she looked up and whispered huskily, "Your turn."

I didn't waste any time complying. I cupped my incredibly stiff cock with my free hand and began pumping it. I zoomed in on her face which was now only inches from my cockhead. She looked up into the camera and ran her tongue along her upper lip. It was so erotic. Her tongue playing inches from where I was stroking her manhood, while her breasts were just visible through her see-through shirt and bra.

The familiar sweat started to bead on my forehead and I knew I was about to blow my load all over her again. I started to moan towards my orgasm. She reached up and grabbed my wrist. I looked down at her with dazed eyes that had almost shut from the proximity to orgasm. She pulled my hand away from my steaming cock and set it on the arm of the chair. My cock bounced with the need for release. She watched its movements where it moved of its own accord, and I realized when I zoomed in with the camera, she was also watching the clear and slimy precum ooze out the end of my cockhead. When she thought I had sufficiently come down from the near climax she looked up at me and blew me a gentle kiss. I told her to do it again and swiftly snapped a shot with her eyes closed, and those rounded lips pursed together in a silent kiss. I could just imagine those lips sliding over the discolored head of my cock and wrapping around the shaft.