You’ve never ordered me to undress before, mostly because I’m eagerly ripping off my clothes before the door shuts behind me when I get to your place, but when you text me during my morning meetings and ask if it would turn me on to feel exposed like that II have to pause. I mull my reaction to your question over for the next hours. I can’t quite put my finger on what I’m feeling. It’s the swirling mix of being turned on and a little ashamed that you’re turned on. These two feelings live right next to each other in my brain. This bit of embarrassment, combines with the excitement and nerves at the prospect of being completely exposed to send a little shiver down my spine. “I want to try it. I think it would excite and slightly humiliate me. Humiliate me in a way that might make my pussy really wet.” I text back. Immediately I get a response from you, “I’ll be at your office at 7”. I burn with anticipation for the rest of the day.
7pm has rolled around and after making sure everyone had left for the day, you coax me into taking my pants off. The thrill of something new is already making my pussy throb and my thoughts race. I feel you start walking me backwards, and I gasp when I feel my back hit the cool glass of the large windows behind me. Your demeanor changes swiftly as you grip me tighter, hands tangling in my hair and pulling me even closer. My breathing continues to quicken and I can’t help but think about how the people in the office building across the way can probably see us.
The soft scrape of your teeth on my neck brings my attention back to the moment and I realize I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties already. You spin me around so that I’m suddenly staring out over the city, noticing the lights still on at the office across the street but not seeing anyone. My eyes dart down, and I realize with a lurch that we’re on the 40th floor, and I’m way too far away from the ground for my comfort.
You keep running your hands over the curve of my ass and teasing my nipples through the thin material of my shirt. You pull down my panties, biting and kissing my thighs as you go, and let out a growl of appreciation when I scoot back and press my pussy to your lips. I close my eyes and moan, moving my hips against your face. You trace circles around my clit, lick long strokes against my wet slit. My eyes flutter open with surprise and a smile comes to my mouth as I feel your tongue move to my asshole. Your tongue makes contact with my ass at the exact moment I realize the office across from us is no longer empty.
I see a man standing by the window. I can’t make out much about him, but I can feel his eyes trained on me. I moan loudly as your tongue teases my ass and you slide your fingers in and out of my desperate pussy. I think about stopping you to tell someone is watching us but my breathing has gone ragged and my moans are coming closer together now. I can’t look away from the man. He isn’t looking away either, and I realize with a gasp that I want to cum for him. To have him witness my pleasure.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” I hear you whisper in my ear as you stand up and stick your slick fingers in my mouth. I moan a yes as I suck and clean off your slick fingers. My arousal lays like a heavy fog in my brain so it takes me a moment to realize that you must have seen the man too. Before my thoughts can crystalize any more, I feel your cock push firmly into me as you pinch my nipples hard between your fingers, the pain making me gasp sharply. But you don’t let go, keeping the pressure steady while you move your cock slowly all the way out and then fully in to me, pausing for a moment to let me feel how deep you are while you squeeze my nipples harder. Now the pain has turned to pleasure, what was a stinging pain in my nipples is now a pleasant throb that’s making me moan each time you fill me up.
You release my nipples and I show my disappointment by whimpering and backing my ass back on to you to tell you I want more attention paid to me. My brattiness lasts only for a second before you grab my hair, pull my head up, and press it firmly into the glass window. I smile with my face pressed against the glass as I realize you only stopped torturing my tits to do something you know I’d want even more: make me stare at our voyeur while I come undone for you. With your hand in my hair making it impossible for me to look away from the figure enjoying my exposure, you reach around and start rubbing my clit with your fingers while you continue to fuck me with slow, deep, and consistent stokes.
“Are you close to cuming for me?” You whisper in my ear. It’s phrased as a question, but I know it’s encouragement bordering on an order judging by your ragged breath in my ear. I can’t make my brain form words, but my increased moans and gasps speak for themselves. “Make sure you’re looking right at our admirer when you cum. I want him to know how good you look cuming on my cock.” you add, with an extra sharp tug on my hair.
The sensation hits me all at once, my leg begins to shake slightly, my hips grind against yours to intensify the sensation, I hear moaning but I’m so wrapped up in pleasure that I’m barely conscious that I’m the one making the sound. Then, unable to shift my gaze from the man watching me, and realizing I don’t want to look away, I cry out and beg you to pull my hair harder as the waves of pleasure crash over me, and I feel my pussy contract around you.
My legs are so shaky after the intensity of my orgasm that you lead me over to a couch and hold me while I let out little moans and shivers, my body digesting the intense pleasure it just experienced. After several minutes of you petting my hair and kissing my forehead, I look up expecting to see the man still watching across the way. He’s gone, but I get a delicious clench in my pussy when I think about the possibility of being seen by him again.
A week later, it’s a Tuesday and I’m staying late at the office doing some spreadsheet magic and listening to a true crime podcast. It’s almost 7 so the office is mainly empty, but the receptionist comes over to my desk before she leaves. “Hey, I’m about to head out but these flowers came for you. Someone must have a crush on you because these are beautiful.” I laugh along with her, knowing that the people that usually send me flowers are my parents (because they’re sweet like that). The note attached to the flowers caught me off guard, and I went to double check who it was addressed to. The card just said, “To the woman at the desk by the purple couch”. Feeling moderately creeped out, because yes my desk was by a distinctive purple couch, I read the note twice more. “It was amazing to watch you the other night. I hope Tuesday nights can become our time.” My stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster as it hit me what I had been doing last Tuesday night. This must be my voyeur. The man that saw me pressed up against the window for him.
My eyes darted down to my watch, it’s almost 7. Thinking that he must be there waiting for me, I walk over to the window and look to the office building across the street, scanning for any offices with the lights on. A light switching on catches my eye and I catch a glimpse of him. I see him pull up a chair and take a seat. I smile to myself, almost not believing that I’m going to do this again, and reach up to take my long hair down so it falls around my shoulders. I know exactly what I want to do next.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mypf7e/watched_in_the_office_mf_voyeur_exhibitionist