The toy’s rumbling, state of the art motor practically shook the entire bed. Jackie had the purple rabbit-eared vibrator on full power as she sensed her delicious, self-induced orgasm approach. “Ohh god. Uuhgg,” she groaned into the soft cotton sheets of her King sized bed.
Under the comforter, her body began to spasm and contort, as the battery powered cock drove her to climax. At her peak, she was silenced by the intensity of her orgasm. All that was audible was the “Buzzzzzz” or the toy.
“Huh huh ha ho eeh hohh,” she cried out loud as the wave of pleasure passed. She needn’t worry about noise, as she lived alone. Jackie hadn’t slept well and had woken up early this morning, so she decided to make use of her extra time.
She laid in her post-orgasmic bliss for a while, allowing the surge of oxytocin and other tasty hormones to wash over her. With her eyes mostly glazed over, she peeled at her bedside clock. 7:58 am. “Shit!” She shrieked.
The young woman jumped out of her luxurious bed and raced to the bathroom to brush her hair. She frantically worked to tame straight out of bed, curly, auburn hair. Time: 7:59. “Ahh! Goddamnit!”
She flew to her closet and threw on the first shirt she could find, then jumped back to her room where she had assembled her temporary home office. Her finger clicked the mousepad frantically, she zipped through her password, and opened up Zoom to find she’d made it by 8:00.
No one seemed to notice that she’d just flown out of bed, or that she had a monsterous vibrator inside her no more than 5 minutes ago. She transitioned seamlessly, and the 8:00 meeting ensued insignificantly.
Jackie was 29, and had worked for Knope-Wyatt Consulting for 3 years. She was a hard worker. Shy, but pleasant to be around. To most, she presented as a little insecure and probably lacking some confidence. She was bright, and had climbed the corporate ladder quickly, especially considering she was a young woman.
The daily 8:00 am meetings were mostly uneventful, except for one of the tiny boxes on her screen. That box belonged to Jude. He was the dreamy Human Resources rep who sat in on every meeting. Always put together, he had jet black hair with distinctive eyebrows and a stubbled beard with an impressively square jawline. Jude mostly wore pastel colored dress shirts, always cleanly pressed and fitted.
His smile was warm and his words elegant and concise. Jackie had her eyes on him before COVID, but she saw him more often now with the daily morning telemeetings. Her high octane sex drive steered her into many solo orgasms with Jude in mind.
Each meeting had about 20 people, give or take a few. At the end, everyone signed off and went on their way. Or so Jackie thought. On this day, she was unfocused and flustered from her mishap earlier. When the clock struck 9:00, the participants began saying their goodbyes and the group number dropped quickly. It went from 21 to 17, to 10. Then 5. Once Jackie awoke from her dazing, there were 2 people left. Her and Jude.
She had her cursor over the hang up tab when she paused. Her imagination fantasized that he had been waiting to speak with her alone. So she waited. She watched as he walked around his apartment, his form popping in and out of his webcam’s view. Her eyes widened with shock when he began unbuttoning his shirt and let it slide off his back.
Jackie saw the chest she’d fantasized about many times. It was finely chiseled, with trimmed black hair covering his pecs. Even through the computer’s camera, she could see the muscles in his arms and chest flex as he removed his shirt. Before he noticed, she slammed her laptop closed.
She wanted to see the rest of the show, but even more so, didn’t want to be caught lurking. Jackie had trouble processing what she just saw. It was surely a mistake, she told herself. It must be a mistake. Either way, she couldn’t help but wonder what happened after she closed her laptop. She wondered what he was doing now.
This thought got her pulse rising again, and she felt her arousal awakening. Before showering and getting back to work, she couldn’t resist touching herself again. This time in her office chair, she toggled her clit just the way she liked. She coaxed another orgasm, while thinking about what other treasures Jude may be hiding under his clothes.
The next day, she was sure to not repeat her mishap from the previous morning. She woke up early to put herself together. Jackie assessed her face and body in the mirror. She hated her curly reddish hair, despite always getting compliments on it. She wore black rimmed glasses, which she didn’t mind. Jackie had a round, curvy body. She had gained a few pounds since high school, which she felt self conscious about.
The meeting went like most others, and she patiently waited for everyone to sign off at the end. Again, there were two participants left, she and Jude. This time, she told herself, she would stick around longer to see what he was up to.
Jude quickly stripped down to his black boxer briefs, and Jackie could feel her insides heat up. She discreetly turned off her camera and microphone, so that on the occasion where she does get caught, he won’t be able to see or hear what she’s up to.
Jude’s camera picked up most of his room, and was aimed at the corner of his luxurious looking bed. Next, he laid back on his bed, his feet still on the ground and facing the camera. He started stroking his thickness under his black underwear, and soon there was an impressive bulge emerging.
Jackie had lowered her own hand to feel her wetness, almost without realizing it. She couldn’t believe the handsome HR rep was putting on a scandalous striptease just for her. Then his boxer briefs came off, and his true massiveness was unveiled. Her eyes widened at the sight, impressed with his camera’s high definition picture.
She had slipped off her bottoms now, and spread her legs to the screen. Jackie swiped back and forth across her clit, drawing herself closer and closer to coming. Jude’s strong arm reaches out to grasp his thick cock in his hand and he squeezed up and down.
Soon he was stroking faster, and panting. Jackie could see his leg muscles ripple as he pointed his toes on the floor. She honed in on his massively muscular thighs as she crept closer to coming.
He thrusted his hips upwards and moaned and groaned. Jackie felt the rush of pleasure approach her center. With her eyes fixed on the screen, awaiting his eruption, she witnessed streams of white fly into the air above him as he bucked upwards and fell back to the bed.
She timed her orgasm to align with his, then sat back in her office chair, feeling her muscles finally relax. Jackie stared at the screen blissfully while Jude’s chest heaved up and down. She watched carefully when he finally rose.
He took a deep breath and began to walk way, out of sight. Jackie leaned in to view his goods more closely, when he suddenly stopped. He seemed to look directly at his computer and gasped in shock. Before she could know for sure if she’d been discovered, Jackie slammed her laptop closed.
With wide eyes, Jackie felt devious and voyeuristic. She liked the feeling. Surely, he was aware of her presence, right? And if not, he wouldn’t mind her watching and enjoying his show. Right?
The next morning, Jackie wore a professional blouse on top and left herself completely bottomless. She strategically placed her favorite toys next to her, out of view of her webcam. She wasn’t sure what Jude had in store for her today, but she decided she would be ready.
Business as usual ensued, and her bottom half screamed to be touched throughout the meeting, especially when Jude spoke. He looked the same as always; dapper, articulate, put together. She squinted at the screen, as if she could use x-ray vision to see his thick cock.
The clock struck 9:00, and the numbers began to drop. Like yesterday, there were two remaining: Jackie and Jude. Again, Jude stood and began to remove his layers of finely pressed dress clothes. Jackie was turned on enough to take a major gamble; she left her camera and microphone on, so she could be seen and heard while Jude pleasures himself.
He didn’t look directly at the camera, but seemed more aware that someone was watching than he was yesterday. He remained in view of the lens as he undressed, and quickly reached down to stroke himself. Jackie was certain her moans could be heard through his speakers
Jude slowly stepped toward the computer, until Jackie had an up close view of the underside of his magnificent shaft. She studied the pulsing veins as she kneaded her clit with her fingers.
Jude’s wrist flicked up and down, causing his forearm and bicep to bulge. When Jackie took in the sight of his bulbous bicep, her dam broke and waves of pleasure washed over her. “Ah! Hoh! Huh! Hooaaaa!” She wailed, positive he could hear her now.
As she reached the tail end of her orgasm, Jude began twitching and moaning. “Uh! Uhh!” He grunted, as streams of white came shooting at the camera lens. Jackie grinned with delight as Jude’s seed was deposited all over his keyboard. Some had managed to streak the lens of his webcam.
Jackie breathes heavily, and gazed dreamily at the screen, which was slightly distorted with a white streak. When her eyes focused, she noticed Jude’s chiseled face centered on the screen. She gasped, a sudden fear returned to her, that maybe he hadn’t known she was watching all along.
She exhaled a sigh of relief to see him smile. Jude’s eyebrow raised as he uttered in his silky tenor, “Same time tomorrow?”
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