Ashley and Mark, a Work From Home Saga – Part I (M-F, accidental flashing, mutual masturbation, work fantasy)

Part I – Just a Quick Call

Ashley stared at the blinking cursor on her screen. She had to type out this meeting summary but she just wasn’t feeling it today. Working from home, while a blessing in many ways, was wearing on her. She missed the innocuous water cooler chats, the people who popped in to see how your day was going. She even missed her boss poking his head into her cubicle to give her a last minute, panicked analysis request because it just felt so…cold…receiving the same request over a video call. Above all else though, she missed Mark.

Mark had started around the same time as Ashley, the only difference he was in sales and she was in admin. They had attended orientation together and immediately they clicked. Their chemistry was off the charts, and many people around the office referred to them as the work-couple-who-wasn’t-an-actual-couple-somehow. She always laughed it off and so did Mark to her knowledge, they were close friends but they worked to maintain at least what appeared to be a level of professionalism between them.

Then came the work from home order. Everyone ordered to leave the office until further notice. She didn’t even get to see him for a last coffee break because he was off at some sales pitch, one of the ones where they always sent the most dour and bitter old women to greet him so they wouldn’t be swayed by his good looks, Mark used to joke to Ashley. She would giggle at this, but in the back of her mind she couldn’t deny how good looking he truly was.

Mark sported a strong, square jaw, short jet black hair, piercing blue eyes and an obvious chiseled physique that was only partially masked by his well-fitting dress shirts he always wore. His arms were also a dead give-away to his hard body as when he would roll up his sleeves the muscles and veins noticeably bulged in them. The secret game of all the young girls around the office was to try to get him to roll up his sleeves for one inane reason or another, just so they could fawn over them. Ashley would shake her head and smile about this effort, but even she would get a tad excited over it, which she just wrote off to hormones. Mark was also a great listener though and she found talking to him was really easy, so much so that they would often get called out for taking too long on their breaks. They resolved this by going around and gathering coffee orders and money from everyone, then volunteering to go pick them up. This allowed them to spend the entire walk to and from the coffee shop visiting and just shooting the shit, many laughs were had and more than one coffee was spilled unintentionally, resulting in what amounted to a return trip to the coffee shop this time on their own dime and jeers from their coworkers about “what took so long?”.

Even if Mark was a true piece of office eye-candy and her de-facto “work husband”, it didn’t matter much to Ashley as for the duration of their time at the office she was mostly spoken for with her previous ex-boyfriend, and after their breakup she told herself she was too busy to date anyone else seriously. She was laser focused on her career and wouldn’t let any man stand in the way of her aspirations. Mark, too, was very driven and was consistently at or near the top of his department for sales. He confided in Ashley that he had tried dating, but was always put off by what he said were “all the pretentious little bitches out there”. She teased him that he should check his own shoes if everyone around him stunk! That got a good laugh out of him, and now she giggled about it in reminiscence.

She sighed deeply and got up to stretch her petite frame. She took a minute to “admire” herself in the mirror in her bedroom – her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she realized that she should probably put it up into a messy ponytail at least. She stared into the mirror, her brown eyes fixated on the back of her head. She had made the effort to put on lipstick today, a first for her in about a week, so she pursed her thick lips into a fake kiss face to show them off to…herself she shrugged. She wore just a plain black tank top which draped loosely over her, combined with plain black yoga pants which hugged her wide hips and surprisingly long legs for her frame. She had been working out from home recently and she was proud of how the squats had started to fill out her butt. She didn’t have an overly large chest, enough to give decent cleavage but not much else, so she wanted something that would grab a hot guy’s attention from down the block. Clearly her hard work had paid off!

She slumped back into her chair and began to type mindlessly. Buzz words and phrases her boss had used during the meeting flooded the page and soon enough she was finished, and she was surprised at how much time had elapsed while she mindlessly clacked away on her mechanical keyboard. It was already 10:00AM which was the time she was allowing herself to “go for coffee” which generally meant a short walk down her apartment hallway to the kitchen, stare out the window blankly for 10 minutes, and then trudging back to her bedroom. With so many thoughts of Mark clouding her mind, she decided today she was going to forgo getting coffee and video call him instead. It would be nice to catch up to see how he was doing.

She clicked the icon and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Clearly he was too busy, she frowned, and he was obviously on a sales call. Her mouse hovered over the “end call” button…

“Hello, Ashley?” came the voice from her speakers. The video was lagging behind so it hadn’t popped up yet but it was unmistakably his voice. Her mood perked up instantly and a wide smile erupted instantly from her face.

“HI MARK!!” she exclaimed excitedly, maybe a bit too much she chastised herself, so she cleared her throat, “uh…I mean…hi Mark, how’s things going today?”

Finally the video feed caught up and his image popped into her view. Mark clearly had not been on a sales call, he might actually have been asleep. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles under his eyes, he had an awful, stubbly patchwork beard going on and he wasn’t rocking a dress shirt today, he was wearing a plain white tee shirt that had been washed a few too many times because it hung loose and wrinkled on his frame.

It struck Ashley as remarkably funny and she immediately began to laugh loudly. “OH MY GOD LOOK AT YOU!”

Clearly taken aback, Mark could only retort “What do you mean?”

“You do not look ready for work today hahahahaha” Ashley cackled

Unfazed, Mark simply stated “I don’t have any scheduled sales calls today, I’m just catching up on reports. I blocked my calendar for it so nobody was supposed to be bugging me today. THANKS SO MUCH FOR CHECKING MY CALENDAR ASHLEY” he drawled sarcastically

Ashley beamed back at him, “you’re quite welcome Mark. I was bored today and wanted to see how my office-husband was holding up at home. Clearly you need me to keep up your appearance. When was the last time you shaved anyway?” she chided.

“Yesterday, for the record,” he smiled, “you’re not in your usual get up either you know, c’mon a tank top and yoga pants? How predictable and boring!”

“Hey I’m allowed to be casual, I just throw on a shawl or sweater and boom! Business casual up top!” she boasted, “and the yoga pants are the most comfortable thing I own, thank you, and they allow me to show off my ass to all the hotties out there”

“Your ass? Your ass is as flat as a pancake Ash” he teased, “you know this and I know this, it’s a known fact”

Ashley pouted, “can you not see all the hard work I put into this?” and she lifted up her tank top at the back to show off her butt.

Mark smiled a half smile, “I dunno Ash, looks the same like it did before. Believe me I’ve looked”

“YOU DID NOT!” she playfully exclaimed

“I’m a butt connoisseur Ash, I take note of butt’s worth noting. Unfortunately your butt was never on my radar.”

Ashley felt playful in that moment and this innocent flirting was the most casual contact she had in months, if not longer. So she pushed the envelope. “Even if I bend over like this?” she said teasingly, and she bent over her chair and ran her hands up the back of her legs and over her butt for good measure.

For a long second or two or three, Mark didn’t say anything. Ashley wasn’t sure because it felt like an eternity. She suddenly panicked and thought to herself “what the hell was that Ashley?? Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod he’s thinking you’re an attention starved whore now and judging you and…”

“I must say, I think it’s on my radar now Ash. You been doing squats or what?”

She laughed nervously, the tension somewhat leaving her body. “Why yes, thanks for noticing! What about you, have you kept up your workout regimen at home? You must have a home gym with all the money you make in commissions!”

“Ha!” he chortled, “I probably haven’t been to the gym since we’ve been stuck at home. I’m gonna get fat here Ash.”

“You? Fat? Ha!” Ashley chortled back, “you don’t have an inch of fat on your body”.

“Sure I do, check this out” Mark said, and lifted up his shirt. He proceeded to grab a small bunch of skin on his sides and stated “these weren’t here before Ash, now look at me!” he bemoaned.

Ashley did look. And stare. His physique was better than advertised, she suddenly realized. He had a solid six pack, and a firm muscular chest adorned with a small amount of chest hair. It was extremely sexy to look at and her mouth opened involuntarily. She was still standing after bending over for him, so she leaned in closer to the screen of her laptop and tried to mouth a sarcastic remark but it came out timid and oddly seductive, “I’m looking but I don’t see a problem…Mark…”

Ashley was lost in her ogling of Mark’s upper body, and she abruptly realized it wasn’t only her that was staring. He was staring at her too, and his mouth was also agape. Confused, she started to mumble “what’s wron…” and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She peered down and noticed her tank top was hanging down far too loosely, exactly at the level of the webcam. Her tits were fully on display, and she quickly confirmed this by peeking at the little window which shows what she was broadcasting.

Ashley yelped and shut the laptop screen so fast with both hands that she feared she broke it. She slunk back into her chair and began replaying the last few minutes in her mind, and questioning every decision that possibly lead up to it.

“….uh….Ashley?” came the reply from her closed laptop. Apparently closing it had not disconnected the call. She contemplated disconnecting everything and throwing the whole rig out of her window onto the street below, but instead she swallowed hard and opened the laptop again. After a second the display came back up and she was confronted with a befuddled Mark on screen. She could tell she was blushing hard from all the heat that radiated from her face. Still, she was able to stammer a reply.

“H….hi….Mark….sorry I must have….dropped my…uh..laptop..and…uh….”

Mark interrupted her. “They’re nice, Ash. You should show them off more”. Mark had a half smile on his face, but the words…they felt different. The tone was different. Deeper. Bolder. Erotic.

Ashley processed his words in silence, no expression on her face. She realized internally that she had been confronted with a decision. She could cuss him out and pretend this was all just a joke. She could go back to having a “work husband” who was kind and jovial and whom she shared a professional bond with. Attempt to salvage the situation, as it were, in an effort to restore what could be lost.

She chose the other option, mostly because hearing Mark’s words flooded her panties with wetness and her clit throbbed harder than it had in a very long while. She was suddenly and irrevocably horny, her mind lost to fantasy.

She took a deep breath and took off her shirt. Her tits shone in the glow of the laptop screen, and she could feel her nipples rapidly harden not because of the chill of the bedroom but because she was so turned on. She began to gently massage her tits, slowly, deliberately. She lifted up her left breast and attempted to lick it to really drive the point home. Mark just stared, but this stare was not like the other one. This stare was primal, animalistic even. Lustful. Hungry.

Ashley released her breasts, and placed her hands in her lap. Matter-of-factly, she simply stated “Your turn”.

Mark nodded, and slipped off his shirt. His muscles gleamed in the light from his computer. From the angle he was sitting she could notice the outline of a bulge rapidly forming in his pants. This observation made her clit throb urgently. He folded his arms and indicated “now you”.

She stood up. Bent herself over the chair again. This time her hands went down her sides and she looped the waistband of her yoga pants around her fingers on the way down. Slowly she pulled them down to expose her plain white panties. Not her favourite pair but they would have to do in this situation. Once the pants were over her generous hips, she peeled them off her legs. She grabbed her ass firmly for him, and hiked up her panties to give Mark a good view of her firm, toned ass. When she turned around, she noted he had a hand on his groin and was grabbing a rather large bulge. She sat down, laid back, and spread her legs to show off the rapidly growing patch of wetness that made her panties almost translucent. She took one finger and ran it slowly up and down her slit, then licked it seductively. “Your turn” she purred.

He stood up and ripped his pants off in one smooth motion. There was no underwear to admire though, Mark evidently decided to go commando today. Ashley’s screen was greeted by a thick, meaty cock that comically sprung up after it was freed from its fabric prison. Ashley gasped involuntarily. While not the largest cock she had ever seen, it definitely would fill her pussy very well. She began to rub her clit through her panties harder than she had before as she imagined what it would feel like to course over her now sopping wet slit and into her aching pussy. Ashley bit her lip as she continued to fantasize, and allowed a soft, breathy moan to escape her lips.

Mark stayed standing, his wonderful cock in full view of the screen. “Lose the underwear” he basically commanded to her.

She stood up and didn’t even attempt to be seductive in their removal, she just yanked them down and out of the way. She was simply mesmerised by his body, his whole beautiful, hard body. She sank back into her chair, moved it up, and placed a leg on each side of the laptop. Her soaked pussy was in full view and she didn’t hesitate. She put one hand on her aching, hard nipples to tease them and she went to work on her clit. Usually when Ashley masturbated she would take her time and work her way up to get a nice, slow buildup of pleasure. Not now. She vigourously rubbed each side of her clit with a finger and grabbed and groped her tits with her other hand. The soft moans became full fledged groans and they reverberated throughout the small room.

Ashely eventually noticed that Mark was only stroking his cock slowly, deliberately. She lustily commanded “go faster Mark. Like you want to fuck me”. He grunted acknowledgement and soon was vigourously stroking his cock for her. Ashley abandoned her clit and plunged two fingers deep into her aching pussy and began to rapidly fuck herself in response. At first she tried to match the rhythm of his strokes but she was soon lost in it all and fucked herself with growing abandon. She bucked her hips to allow her fingers to penetrate her pussy fully, and she curled her fingers against her g-spot. Soon she could sense an orgasm building within her that threatened to take away her soul. She practically screamed with pleasure when it arrived, her fingers still rapidly strumming her hard clit as she rode the waves of pleasure that cascaded over her. Shocks of pure sexual energy emanated from her clit and traveled effortlessly throughout her body. She allowed her head to be thrown back during the process and she lost sight of Mark’s efforts, but after a brief moment or two she resurfaced to see and hear him breathing heavily, obviously close to an orgasm.

She loudly said “WAIT”, and it almost sounded like he whimpered in reply. He stopped stroking his cock and she noticed it was visibly twitching on screen, glistening with pre-cum.

“I’ll be right back” she simply said. She stood up quickly, walked over to her dresser, and pulled out her favourite wand vibrator. She twirled it around for the camera with a shit-eating grin on her face. “I want to cum again with you”

“OK…I’m close…” Mark grunted between laboured breaths.

“I know. I wanted to give you a target” She then brought the laptop close to the edge of the table, and positioned herself so that her tits were basically resting on the keyboard. She turned the wand vibe onto medium power, placed it firmly onto her still hungry clit, sighed deeply and said “if you like my tits so much, I want you to cum on them”

Mark didn’t say anything, he just started stroking his cock so fast the webcam couldn’t keep up. It all looked a blur of flesh to Ashley, but she didn’t care. After a minute, she turned the vibe onto a higher setting and after a very short time felt another orgasm take over her. She closed her eyes as her pussy contracted and spasmed, her body almost convulsing with pleasure, loud moans again echoing through her small apartment. This sent Mark over the edge and soon she heard him moaning and she spied cum erupting from his cock, it splattered all over his desk and might have gotten onto his keyboard. In between her own panting breaths she smiled at his utter disregard for his work equipment due to being completely overtaken mentally by the sight of her nude body.

Mark eventually sat down with a thump into his chair and was breathing heavily. Ashley had not yet caught her breath either and was lost in post orgasmic bliss, a wide smile painted onto her face.

Eventually Mark spoke. “I think this should be a regular meeting”

“…..yes” she replied

“Tomorrow?” he inquired

“Tomorrow” she agreed

“OK…I hope you have a great rest of your day…Ash….”

“You too…Mark”

Ashley sat up, blew Mark a kiss, and clicked “End Call”. Suddenly it didn’t seem so bad to work from home after all.

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