The next week Chloe didn’t come into the office much, and we did remote work, video calling with each other and occasionally with our senior project manager, who always complemented Chloe’s timely and quality work. Work had been ramping up the last few days and me and Chloe were on grind-mode to finish some deliverables. We were being pushed to the edge, stress wise. I was home in some boxer briefs and dress shirt and Chloe was wearing a thick knit sweater on the other side of a Zoom call.
“If they wanted the YYH derivative they should have asked for it in the first place.” Chloe moaned.
“Yeah,” I responded, unsure what a YYH derivative was or how it was connected to what we were doing, “it’s bullshit. At least we’re getting overtime for this.”
“Wait, you’re getting overtime?”
“Are you not?” I watched as Chloe looked off to her second monitor and started typing with newly-found vitriol. I sat in silence for a minute listening to her keyboard strokes.
“Apparently someone ‘junior’ like me doesn’t get overtime.” Chloe scoffed.
I wanted to laugh but her pouting face made me genuinely empathetic. Half joking, I offered to split the overtime bonus with her by buying her dinner.
“Don’t try to distract me with dinner bribes.” she said.
“What?”
“I see what you’re doing. Trying to get out of you’re modelling session by taking me out to dinner. Nice try.”
“Modelling session?”
“Yes dummy. You said you’d let me paint you. In fact, no more putting that off, we’re doing it tonight.”
“What if I’m busy!” Chloe rolled her eyes. My silence was enough affirmation for her. “What time?” I asked meekly.
“You can come over at 8.” I heard a ping emanate from Chloe’s computer and her eyes narrowed to read a message. “Now I’m being told I’m behind schedule. Wonderful.”
“Alright, let’s get back to it. Have you made any progress with the P14 call?”
“No I thought you were on that.”
“God. Sorry I’ll start that now. This is so stressful, I feel like I’m burning up.”
“Oh, just take a break its not a big deal.”
“Maybe for you…” she fumed.
“Chloe just take a deep breath, I don’t want you to have a panic attack.”
“I’m okay, I’m just warm…” she said, her brow subtly glistening with sweat.
A little disoriented, Chloe scooted back a bit and fumbled with the rim of her thick wool sweater, before grabbing it and yanking it up above her head. What she didn’t mean to do was also pull the dress shirt she had on under up with it. Immediately her bare breasts plopped out, engorged and soft and shiny with perspiration with puffy pink nipples and I could see the tightness of her tummy and thin waist arching into the feminine curves musculature of her hips. My dick roared to life as she tried to free her arms and head from the tangle of the restricting dress shirt and sweater, with each jerking movement setting her ridiculously firm and supple boobs in jiggly motion.
I did what any man would do and immediately hit the hot-key for screen record, and greedily watched as my heart beat through my chest. The head of my dick already freed itself from my underwear and I stretched down the fabric and involuntary massaged my pulsing and twitching cock.
She may have realized she had exposed herself at this point, and she scooted the chair back and stood up to lean over and get better leverage over the tangled clothing. But this only worsened her position. The poor girl in her haste forgot she wasn’t wearing any pants or underwear, and immediately exposed her entire nude pelvis, her athletic and lithe hips and lower tummy, her silky and shaven pussy, her bare thighs.
Leaning her entire body to get her pinned arms to the desk, she smashed some buttons on her keyboard.
“Is my camera on?” she almost squealed in frustrated embarrassment.
“No, why?” I said as calmly as I could, to give her the impression I was never even looking at the video call.
Chloe stumbled away from her desk, probably trying to get out of the danger zone of her camera’s field-of-view, but she stayed well within frame. My cock almost ejaculated as I watched her beautiful ass wobble away. For a brief moment she paused, facing away from me, and the tilt of her athletic hips in contrapposto and outline of the side of bare breasts and fertility of her juicy ass and the astounding nudity of her pale skin made her look like a marble statue of a goddess brought alive. The wind was knocked out of me, and I had to grab the head of my dick to prevent it from busting instantly as Chloe bent straight over, presenting the pink lips of her pussy between two round, pale cheeks, and in one last thrust ripped the entire knot of clothing off her and in one motion throwing it across the apartment. Freed, she stood straight up and put a hand on her hip, her now glistening breasts bobbing through her heavy breathing. My eyes soaked in her beauty. All my concentration was dedicated to preventing myself from nutting.
*DING!* A notification rings from my speakers.
Chloe’s big blue eyes darted back to her computer.
Oh shit.
The first spurt of semen shot out of my engorged cock.
Message from CEO, Chloe’s dad: “How’s everything going with Clo?”
I dart through Zoom’s UI. Chloe is strutting back to her desk like an incognito model. DISABLE VIDEO FOR PARTICIPANTS. Her tits bounce one more time. I click yes. Both our videos go black. RENABLE VIDEO FOR PARTICIPANTS. Another load fires onto my stomach. I click yes. I turn only my video back on. I pretend to look distracted by another window, as if nothing even happened, as my cock tries to finish the orgasm, fountaining a stream of ejaculate just below frame.
“Oh, thank god.” I hear Chloe exhale as she gets back to her screen. “I hope you didn’t see that then?” she asks.
“See what?” I mutter dumbly, eye lids shaking.
“Ha! Jesus… I’m a fucking klutz. Be right back.”
I nod and take a few breaths. I message the CEO back “GOOD!” and step away from my computer. I walk into the bathroom and shoot another load into the toilet before returning. Chloe is in a loose graphic tee that hangs suspended over the ski-slope of her bust with a big smile and says hello. I sit down and realize Zoom is displaying a little blue dot on our call labelled “Screen record”. I quickly disable it.
“I think I’m gonna take a little break Chloe.”
“No problem. Still good for 8 right?”
My mind reels temporarily and I remember the painting session.
“Yep.”
“Great, see you then!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11f9v98/you_want_to_fuck_the_new_girl_at_work_part_2_the
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This is great. Can’t wait for the next chapter.
What ever happened to Sophie and the lakehouse? That one is hot