Regular readers will remember the last story where my high school crush had stopped by my house after brunch with friends, and had asked to change from her ‘old lady’ clothes from the formal restaurant they’d gone to, into something more comfortable, presumably sexier. And that she had hinted that it would be too bad that I couldn’t watch her change, and that I’d set up a camcorder that she could turn on if she did indeed want me to watch later.
We’d had our little adventure in the park, complete with police-officer-interruptus, and when she said good-bye, she reminded me to not forget the camcorder I’d locked in my desk when we left.
After she was gone, the family was around, and there wasn’t any chance at privacy the rest of the day, or into the evening. I didn’t know if she vocalized anything, but I wanted to be able to have the sound on, just in case. With my office right next to the kitchen, I couldn’t risk viewing until the house was empty.
A couple days later, she had returned home, and the coast at home was clear. After lunch, the kids were lessons and my wife was running errands, I’d have the place to myself for a couple of hours. After circling around the house to make sure that indeed, nobody had been behind, I emailed her to let her know I was going to check out the camcorder.
She answered back within minutes, saying that she was really anxious to hear back on this particular matter. “Should I watch alone and then call you? Or do you want to be on the phone when I’m watching?”
She wasn’t prepared for this question, I hadn’t actually thought of the options until the words spilled from my mouth. “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” And then she added, “Is there anyone around?”
“Oh god no, I couldn’t dare try to watch this when there was anyone here. Coast is clear!”
“Well then I want you to watch while we’re talking.”
This had definite potential. “Wait a minute, I have to do something first.” She added. “I’ll call you back in a couple minutes.”
It took her more like ten minutes, I was starting to wonder if she had gotten interrupted, if one of her kids had come home, or something.
But then the phone rang.
“OK, I’m ready.” “What did you have to do?” “I had to change. Now I’m wearing the clothes I was wearing at your house, and I found the clothes I changed into when I was at your house. I kinda want to play along while you watch. You can think about me changing in real life while you’re watching.” “Mmmmmmmmm, that’s turning me on already!”
I put the camcorder tape into the player, flipped it on, then put my phone on speaker so I was hands-free while watching and talking.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m sitting at my desk, ready to watch. I’m wearing that Notre Dame t-shirt that you hate, and the red basketball shorts that you like. And I’m ready to hit play.”
I watched her on the screen. First, a close-up shot, as she hit the ‘record’ button, then she backed away, until she was fully visible. I could see her pause for a moment, trying to decide if she really had the nerve to take her clothes off in front of me.
She stood facing me (the camcorder), and put a hand on her hip, waiting for a second. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, until it hung open, a narrow white strip visible across her rib cage. She slowly pulled her blouse apart, revealing a matronly white bra, about as appealing as a black and white photo from a 1950s Sears catalog. She let her blouse drop off her shoulders, to the floor, and gave a come-hither look at the camera.
Leaning forward, she arched her back to accentuate the cleavage spilling out of her maidenform bra, then reached back and unhooked it. Dropping her head down as the straps slipped off her shoulders, she then flipped her head up, tossing her hair back, and stood straight, now topless. Hands on hips, chest out, she looked straight at me, and waited for a few moments, knowing I was enjoying the view.
She then slowly turned in a circle, so I could enjoy her bare back. Facing away, she snugged up her shorts a bit, even though they nearly reached her knees, they hugged her tight little ass nicely.
Finishing her circle, she slowly undid the buckle, unzipped, and let them fall to the floor, revealing a pair of simply white string bikini panties. One hand on her hip, the other in the air as if she was carrying a tray, she walked back and forth for a moment. Then turned away, bent over, and started digging through her bag, very clearly showing off her ass.
Turning back to me, she held up her little blue t-shirt, and slipped it on. Tugging it down, it still left several inches of bare skin between the hem and the waistband of her panties. She pretended to straighten the sides of her panties, as her nipples hardened and poked through the powder blue T. She turned around again, bent over to reach in her bag a second time, this time her panties tugged up tight, showing off the curves of her cheeks.
Turning back again, she slowly stepped into the little white shorts she was holding, then once they were up above her knees, stopped. She tugged her panties up a bit, so they were completely snug, and showing off a bit of a cameltoe. She looked up at me, smiled coyly, then pulled her shorts up. Zipping them slowly, she twirled around, showing off how snug they were in the back, then faced me one more time.
I thought she was about done, and then remembered she had been wearing a bra when she came out of my office. She pinched her nipples, through her shirt, then wagged her finger at me, as if to say ‘no no!’, and then quickly pulled her t-shirt off. She reached into her bag one last time, pulled out a sexier, light blue bra, and slipped it on. Pulling her t-shirt back on over, she cupped her breasts, adjusting herself, and then smiled, as if to say ‘hope you liked the show!’
Leaning forward, her arm snaked out, and the image on the screen disappeared.
I sat there, completely stiff, and audibly sighed. “So you liked it?” I heard through the phone. I had forgotten she was on the line, I was so captivated by the visual. “Oh yes. If you were here you could really tell.”
She giggled, and cooed. “I’m so glad you liked it. I was trying to remember just what I did, as you were watching, I was changing here, and now I’m sitting on my couch, touching myself, thinking about you there, all excited from watching me.”
“I wonder what we should do about that…” I answered. “Well, since both of our houses are empty…” she replied.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kp7ojp/my_first_affair_i_let_her_change_in_my_office
Very hot