“Well this is a surprise,” you say when I call you on Zoom. “You never want to do video unless forced to in meetings. You laugh.
“Just thought I’d catch up off guard,” I smirk. “Is the door closed?”
“You should close it and lock it. You might want to close the blinds too.”
Your pupils dilate just a bit as you realize that I’m starting to unbutton my shirt. “Uh, yeah, brb,” you say. You go out of view and I can hear the door closing after you tell your admin that you have to take a call. I can see shadows of you walking to the doors and the room darkens as you close the blinds.
As you come back to your desk and sit down, I say, “Wait. It is Commando Friday, right? I think I should get a show. And here you were wondering why I was so generous to let you out of the cage this morning.”
You stand back up and I watch as you drop your jeans, seeing your cock already hard. “Maybe I should make you stand right there–I have a perfect view. Can you still see me?”
“Excellent.” I continue to unbutton each button slowly, pulling the shirt apart just a bit each time to let you see that I’m not wearing a bra.
“Fuck,” I hear over the computer.
Each button makes you twitch just a little bit more. Finally, I pull the shirt down over the shoulders and wrap it around me like a TV bedsheet. “That what you want?” I ask.
I slide the shirt down and toss it over the camera. “Like that?”
I hear a groan. “Not exactly.”
“Oh…Snake wants to see…”
I pull the shirt off the camera and drop it to the floor. Your cock jumps. “I think you like the view.”
Next, I turn my back to the camera and ever so slowly start sliding the yoga pants down over my ass., pausing at each fraction of an inch. I can’t see you, but I can hear your breathing quicken. As I get the pants down to my thighs, I wiggle my butt at you. “You like the undies? They’re new.”
I slide the pants off and step out of them. Turning around, I see just a glisten at the end of your cock. “Someone looks interested.”
You swallow and nod. I slide my fingers under the elastic and slide it down just enough that you can see more but not everything that you want to see. I turn my back to you again and slide them off. I peek over my shoulder to see your razor-sharp focus.
I bend over and pick up the wand. Sitting down where you can see everything, I say, “I might fuck you if you can get here before I get to 7…”
“On the way!” you gasp as I see you grabbing your jeans and forcing them on. The call ends and I settle back and start.