Pinky Surprise

The Joys of Modern Technology

I clicked the green button, and suddenly her video window was there on my desktop. She held up her phone for me to see, gave it a kiss, and then winked at me as she reached down between her legs with the phone.

She was sitting at her desk at work. I could see her office behind her, the window with a view of trees in the park, and a bookshelf full of binders. She was wearing a button-up white shirt with a camisole on under it, and a black skirt.

I couldn’t see it, but I knew that her desk was in a semi-private office near the entrance to her workplace. There was a large window next to her door, where she sat facing the hall. Anyone walking in or out had to walk past her office.

I tested our situation immediately by sending a text to her phone. After a second, I didn’t hear anything, but I saw her visibly startle and then blush and look at the camera.

“God, I nearly jumped out of my seat. I’m going to have to be careful,” she typed into our chat window.

“I’m going to keep you jumping all day,” I replied.

True to my word, I would send her a text every 15 or 20 minutes. She had agreed to keep her phone under her skirt, pressed against her clit all day. After awhile, she got pretty good at not reacting so that anyone but me would notice. But I could see the slight stiffening of her posture, or a momentary pause in her typing.

Once, I heard a coworker come in to start chatting with her and I quickly sent a text. She didn’t bat an eyelid, though I saw her reach over to grip the edge of her desk, and when her coworker left, she glared at me. I sent her three texts in a row for that.

She would have to leave her desk to talk to someone or go to the restroom, but she always put the phone back. I trusted her, but I still sent a test text shortly after she sat down each time, just for fun.

As the day progressed, I started upping the ante. I sent several texts in a row, or I would actually call and let her phone ring once or twice. The longer vibration from the calls would usually leave her slightly flushed and biting her lip.

Around 4, her boss walked in to discuss something. After a second, I sent a text.

No reaction. I sent two more texts.

Still no reaction. She was nodding patiently as her boss kept talking.

I dailed her phone and let it ring once… twice… three times… FOUR times… voice mail. I can’t be sure, but I think I saw her breathing quicken towards the end.

I wait a second and dial again. Once more, it rings four times and goes to voice mail. She seems to be trying even harder to avoid reacting, sitting primly, with her hands folded in her lap.

I give her a moment’s respite, and then dial again. While it’s ringing her boss walks out and she immediately turns to her computer and looks at me through the camera. “Please,” she mouths silently.

I hang up. She takes a ragged breath and closes her eyes, centering herself, and I dial again.

I small whimper escapes her lips and she grips the desk on either side of her keyboard tightly. Her eyes are closed and she breathes deeply as it rings and rings between her thighs.

As I hear her voice mail prompt start again, she stands, smooths her clothes down, grabs her phone and walks away.

10 minutes later, I get a text: “Had to go to the bathroom. Panties soaked. Took them off. Be home in 30 minutes.”

I grinned, closed my laptop and walked out of my office to follow her home.

Unexpected Birthday Present

She was dating my cousin when they both came to my birthday party. She was wearing a patchwork hippie skirt and a tight gray tanktop with no bra. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric, and I had been checking her out all night. She must have been aware, because she caught me alone in the hallway. We had barely met, and had probably spoken ten words to each other, but the tension was heavy in the air.

“I didn’t get you a gift,” she said. I forget what I said back — probably something lame about how we had just met, but she leaned closer and insisted that she wouldn’t feel right without giving me something. My cock was already straining at my pants, swelling at the implications.

“You’re dating my cousin… I can’t do anything…” I pleaded lamely. She frowned and started to lean away when I was struck with inspiration: “Let me taste you.”

“I thought we couldn’t do anything?” she purred.

“We don’t have to do anything… Just slip your finger into your pussy and let me taste you.” I had never felt so bold.

She leaned back against the wall and stared at me for a moment. For a long second I was afraid she was going to leave, disappointed that I couldn’t follow her lead, but then she slowly traced one hand down her chest, starting between her breasts, sliding over her stomach, and then under the waistband of her skirt. I watched her reach lower, and then bite her lip and inhale.

She leaned forward and brought her hand up to my face. She teased me for a moment, letting me see her middle finger was glistening wet, before she ran it along my bottom lip and into my mouth. I cought a brief whiff of her scent, and then sucked on her finger. She gasped a little as I sucked and licked, cleaning all traces of her wetness.

“Now, what are you going to give me?” she asked when I released her.

“I thought that was a birthday present?” I asked?

“Well, maybe my birthday is coming up soon. It wouldn’t be fair for you not to give me something after I gave you something so… personal.”

I hesitated for a second, and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. I was terrified that someone would find us, but my cock was already rock-hard, and it popped out of my boxers. She leaned back against the wall and watched eagerly as I stroked my shaft, teasing the head. In just a few seconds, there was a glistening pearl of precum on the tip. I carefully rubbed my thumb over it, coating it, and then leaned forward and brought my thumb to her lips.

She closed her eyes and took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and sucking deeply before letting it slip back out.

She smiled, wiped her lips, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy birthday,” she said as she walked back to the party.

Meeting Tease

The room was crowded, and the meeting was long and boring. I reclined in my chair and looked around the room. Most of my coworkers were seated at the long conference table along with me. There weren’t enough seats, so anyone who showed up too late to sit were standing around the perimeter of the conference room. A few had hopped up on the counter running the length of one wall.

As my eyes scanned across, I realized that I was looking straight up Tricia’s dress. She was wearing an orange sundress that ended above her knees. Her legs were just barely parted, and I couldn’t quite see anything, but I couldn’t help trying. As if she sensed me looking, she suddenly crossed her legs, and I looked away, continuing my sweep around the room, though I was no longer really looking.

As our boss droned on, my attention kept drifting back to her legs. I was praying she would shift, or cross her legs the other way, and I would catch a glimpse. For what seemed like an eternity, I kept stealing quick glances to my left… and it was perhaps inevitable I would get caught.

As I glanced over one more time, I realized she was looking straight at me. Quickly, guiltily, I met her eyes, expecting anger. Instead, I found an amused look on her face, and then she slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs. For a moment, before she recrossed them, her legs spread a bit wider than she needed to, and I saw all the way up her thighs to a pair of black mesh panties.

I felt an immediate surge between my legs, and then the moment was over, as quickly as it had begun. Her eyes were back on our boss, her legs crossed as through nothing had happened. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to focus.