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Hm, this was getting more interesting ... he seemed to be playing along, now.

She messaged back,
"I intend to dress comfy tomorrow; I hope you'll approve. I usually come quite easily, but sometimes its nice to have help. I do like to take my time but in and out sounds nice too :) And I did just drop the towel and get comfy, but being on my own I wanted the cuddle of my snuggly pjs ... are they too much?"

having sent the message she got up to ge more wine, giggling because she was a little wobbly on her feet. Getting back into bed and putting the bottle and glass next to her, she waited for his next message
 
"I'm glad to hear that you intend to be comfortable. Getting in and out might actually be a nice team building exercise. If you come easily, do you think you could do so as easily in my office? I would happily assist you in your endeavor while you concentrate on your paperwork."

He had sent the message and thumbed back further, wanted her to know he was avidly reading all she wrote.

"I suppose in the absence of anything else to keep you warm, your pjs will have to do for the moment. It would be trouble if I were anywhere near you right now."

It was trouble and she had no idea just how close he was, to her physically, and close to keeping her warm internally. There was a buildup of warmth that he had no way of releasing.
 
As she read his reply she felt that warm glow building inside her, and started thinking of her reply, wanting to keep the game going, but to get more sexual, to let him know she wanted him to get specific about now, tonight.

Then before she could write anything she received his second message.

She quickly sent back,

"mm my pjs are only on to make me feel nice ... do you think I'm dressed inappropriately? Oh, and your office is where you told me to come, so I intend to, with your help? And I'm a real team player so getting in and out, team building, a bonding exercise is exciting me ... how many players? Should I start practicing now?"
 
"You are certainly dressed in appropriately for coming - to the office. One might think you had spent the night, doing something you couldn't or wouldn't do at home. So, if practice is what you need, you should definitely begin. I doubt that you should stop until you can't take the practice any longer. Team building comes in all shapes and varieties, but since I consider you a fledgling of my own, I don't think there would be others totally involved - though we can find a way to involve them if we chose.

I suppose if you come early enough, you might have something to share with the team."

He had forgotten about his own needs, she intrigued him enough that he was compelled to concentrate on hers for the moment.
 
"Ok, I'll come early, and if you want me to share with the team I'll be available as you decide, to take whatever cums. Otherwise I'll be in your hands :) I'll start practicing now for when I cum tomorrow ... maybe you can suggest what actions I should take now? And yes, I hope to keep going until I can't take any more, but I'm trying to imagine lots of variety in how team building cums."

She sent the message, but wanted to be more blatant, and followed it with,

"Do you think I should keep the pjs?"
 
"You should wear something thin and low cut tomorrow. The kind of gap that might allow a squeeze of something warm and sticky to be unloaded. Do you think you could leave the office knowing your arousal was beyond suspicion and that there was a seeping of something intentional between that arousal?

Oh Andi, the pjs should have been discarded long ago."
 
"yes, whatever you want tomorrow is fine with me. I'll be dressed comfy, but I expect you'll want to adjust my outfit to meet your needs ... and Sir I'm taking off the pjs now since that's what you said ... is that ok? Is there anything else I should do right now?"

SEND

Getting more than a little excited again, se could hardly wait for his reply, sliding her pj bottoms slowly, sensuously down her legs ...
 
"Before you come, tomorrow, or think about coming tonight, I expect you should give it some serious thought, and put that thought into action. I think the best laid plans are often accompanied by direct and decisive action. If something needs attention, then it deserves your utmost attention now, and in the future. Is anything in need of attention now that your pjs are discarded? I would hope that all your planning for coming tomorrow has lead to a dress rehearsal of events tonight.

If you do practice this evening, I do trust you will call me to ask for permission once again. I believe I missed anything following that same permission earlier. If it helps to think of your putting the situation in my hands, they are ready to assist."

The lump had a life of it's own now, leaking mercilessly inside his slacks. The bulge and dampness plainly evident, and would be for some time to cum.
 
"Oh yes Sir, I'm ready for an undressed rehearsal right now. Like before, I want to cum and need your permission and guidance. I have a kitty that needs attention, needs stroking. I look forward to being in your hands and I'm ready to call you Sir"

She's hoped he would talk her out of her PJs, but it looked like they were at least going to have phone sex, so she pulled her PJ top over her head and off, sitting up in bed feeling very horny. Andrea toyed with the idea of opening her net curtains so that she might be seen from outside, not realising that the nets did little to disguise her now naked upper body.
 
He enjoyed the excitement they shared over the pristine quality of their interaction. He sent a final text, before readying to make a call to her directly.

"So, tell me where you are now? You seem to enjoy the potential of exhibiting yourself, if I read your messages correctly. Is there any way that someone might be able to see you?"

He would not give away his location, or that he was now walking back toward her address. There was no reason to frighten her, though he might fear she would ask him in and that was something that had to wait, for now. He had to down play the sexual responses until his walk was complete. Despite the cover of dusk, he was still not walking entirely upright. No need to be thinking about her pussy in need of stroking. No need to think about how much he would like to allow her to masturbate while he enjoyed the comfort of sinking his hard on inside that luscious wetness.
 
"I'm sitting up in bed with the light on, near my bedroom window, the curtains are open but I have nets across the window. Yes Sir you read me right ... they might if they could see in my window from the building opposite, and the nets were opened? But I'd prefer to do anything you tell me, Sir, if you would help me cum"

SEND

Getting out of bed, she went across to the window, ignoring the fact that she was naked, or perhaps revelling in it, and peered across the street to see if there was anyone at the windows opposite. Not seeing anyone, she went back to sit on her bed facing the window, checking her phone for his reply, hoping he still approved.
 
He watched her appear at the windows, peering out of the net that covered little of the imagination he possessed. She did not linger, but seemed intent on staring at windows across the street, rather than the street itself. There was something sensual about her pout, seeing no one to witness her escapades, though she had indeed missed the one who was certainly enjoying the view.

"I believe if anyone is to see you, you must be on display for them, so they know you are on view. Not to have anyone pounding on your door, but hopeful that the display will continue."

The message was sent as soon as he had his vantage point back across from her window. He was not in peeping tom distance, not fogging her window, rather nearby, in the darkest area of the street.

"Pull apart the drapes.... now. Once you have done so, do not leave the window, should you see anyone, do not acknowledge them, your continued presence in view will be acknowledgement enough."

If she returned a message, he had been unaware, he hoped that she was indeed waiting for his call.

"Don't be overt, but touch your breasts, enjoy them, cup them and finish with a slight twist of your nipples. If you feel someone watching, your hands should begin to move down your body."

He watched closely as she appeared, parting the net drapes, removing any obstructions to his swelling thoughts.
 
Ah! A reply!

She grabbed her phone before it had stopped buzzing and checked the message ... YES! It was from Him!

"I believe if anyone is to see you, you must be on display for them, so they know you are on view. Not to have anyone pounding on your door, but hopeful that the display will continue."

mmm, he understood! Andrea swallowed nervously as her heart beat faster, knowing that her game was about to get a lot more active. She'd fantasised about something like this, but never been so bold, so daring.

Before she could reply, another message arrived:

"Pull apart the drapes.... now. Once you have done so, do not leave the window, should you see anyone, do not acknowledge them, your continued presence in view will be acknowledgement enough."

"Don't be overt, but touch your breasts, enjoy them, cup them and finish with a slight twist of your nipples. If you feel someone watching, your hands should begin to move down your body."


Oh my! He wanted her to pull the nets aside? Slightly wobbly, she stepped over to her window, completely naked, placing her phone on the window ledge and taking a deep breath she reached out both arms to pull the drapes apart.

Peering out, there was still no-one at the windows opposite, but she cupped her breasts like he asked, and pulled hard on her puffed out, erect nipples, breathing deeply and feeling an orgasm approaching.

picking up her phone she wrote,

"I'm naked at my widow, drapes open, touching myself Sir, at your command,"

SEND
 
He arrived at the corner in time to see her reach out and pull the nets aside, exposing herself completely for all to see. The lack of light from the street made details a strain, but he watched her with pleasure as she followed his directions.

As she spread her arms wide, there was a slight bounce to her breasts, an invitation of sorts, that caused his cum dripping erection to sigh with pleasure. He had not once touched the member that was swollen in his slacks, and pressure of stroke now would surely cause an expansive completion to his needs, so he held off for the moment.

She followed his instructions and stayed at the window, he so wanted to call, but enjoyed the pause that sending messages was giving his body.

"Good girl, you will perform wonderfully well, both in and out of the office. Are you facing your window or in profile? I would hate for the entire show to be simply a silhouette. Be certain you could be seen, or there will be no orgasm tonight."

He followed his message with a tempered image, he was forceful, but not unkind.

"Were I outside your window, I would want to see your fingers as they slide down your body. Will the window allow someone to see how low your fingers might travel?"
 
He was replying! She so hoped he approved of her actions; indeed she wanted him to encourage her to further exhibitionism!

Oh how she liked him calling her a Good Girl! So patronising and demeaning, exactly what she wanted right now.

Thinking about both his messages, she entered, "my window ledge is just below my tummy button, so no-one can see below that, but my tits are fully displayed Sir, I hope you approve of that. I'm facing the window, not in profile, but with my bedroom light on i might be silhouetted since the street light isn't bright. Are you ordering me to do something to rectify this, Sir?"

SEND

"Oh, and I do need an orgasm tonight, so I'll make sure I can be seen however you instruct. And I'm looking forward to performing in the office too, Sir"

SEND

Leaning her hands on the ledge, a good metre apart, she sucked in her tummy and puffed out her chest to make the best show of her tits. Then thinking on what he said, she turned slowly to her left to present her boobs in profile, then slowly the other way to show them from her left side, before facing the window full on as before, excited that he wanted to play the game.
 
"I think we need to rectify the view, but I am happy you are on display, even if only in moderate light. I suppose something must be done about the lighting, though I will need to depend on you to 'brighten things up'. Nothing garish, young lady, no whorish red light display. But if you truly wish to comply with being on exhibit, you will have to illuminate your body for the sake of your viewers."

He received his first profile view of her body and felt a tingle run up his spine. She was not only complying with his requests, but enjoying the progressive intensity of them. Most likely she had taken on smoke or alcohol, they tended to lower the defenses somewhat, but even in his office she had shown a remarkable willingness to do whatever he requested.

"Sad to hear that the window sill is so high, though there is no need to display more than you have, just the correction of the lighting. Perhaps there will be another time to show off more of your body. Tell me Andi, what physical expressions of orgasm a viewer might see from this view? How would a voyeur know what they were witnessing?"
 
"They would probably only see me gasping as my hand and arm move rhythmically to stimulate my pussy ... I can get a desk lamp and shine it on my body from one side? Would that help, Sir?"

SEND

She let her fingers wander down her smooth flat belly, and moved her arm in slightly exagerated movements, leaving no doubts for the informed viewer that she was masturbating. As she gazed at the windows opposite she imagined a man sitting in the darkness, studying her, maybe through binoculars, maye through a long camera lense ... would her photos be somewhere on the internet tonight?
 
"Yes a lamp would be beneficial, as long as it is not shining directly. I suppose if you really care to conclude your experience, it might be easier to speak than to text? I trust the view is worthwhile and you can describe the experience in more detail tomorrow?"

He wondered if a call was out of the question now, she seemed to working or showing that she was actively persuing her orgasm for any viewer. His sudden entry at such a crucial moment might send her over or inhibit her progress. He had designs on the former.
 
"Oh yes Sir, speaking would be much better .. I'll just get the lamp set up"

SEND

setting her phone down on the windowledge she left the room to collect her desk lamp from the spare bedroom of her apartment, returning a few moments later to plug it in and shine it from her left side. It should illuminate the left side of her body, she thought, not the front, provided she stayed close to the window.

"There, I'm side lit now sir!"

SEND

She waited for his call, excited, close to orgasm already, wondering if he would bring her off
 
He watched her take the time to set up the lamp, position it so that she was in better view, rushing a bit as her breasts set in delayed motion with her movement. He so wanted to hear her voice, it was what drew his attention from the onset, he had been giving her texts the same accent.

He waited a beat as he saw her hand move back along her body and out of view. Would she wait for him, or would he be too late?

He pressed dial as he saw her look toward her phone, the delay was minimal and the connection very good. Would there be street noises that she could identify? A sudden siren would give him away, but might give her a thrill as well.

"Hello Andi, I appreciate your being such a willing participant in this experiment. If you've enjoyed it, please continue. Since I cannot witness your pleasure in any other way, I expect that you will cum for me now as I listen in to the sounds of your orgasm. You will cum for me, yes, yes - you will."
 
The phone buzzed with an incoming call - she checked it was indeed him and pressed green in the quickest moment, listening to his instruction as her breath became short. Andrea's right hand was already between her legs while he spoke.

"Yes Sir, yes I will! I'm fingering my pussy as we speak, here ...."

Andrea lowered the phone so he would hear the wet squishing as her fingers mashed her vagina sloppily,

"That was my fingers inside me Sir, you have me so wet .. I'm thumbing my clit ... oh my .... I;m so close ..." she started panting at the eroticism of being on the phone as she openly masturbated by her window.

"Oh ... I'm about .... oh .... nowwwwwww mmmm" her breathing was hard and forced through her nose as she bit her lip while the sensations ripped through her over and over.
 
He slowed his breathing as she came for him. Listening to the wet sounds of her pussy as her fingers entered her wet hole repeatedly for pleasure. There was a time when he would have joined her, cumming with her, but this pleasure was hers, she had earned it through her actions.

He felt the throb in his slacks, but ignored it as he heard the ripples of pleasure subside for her. He hoped she had used the speaker, as he moaned his approval.

"You must taste your cum for me, do you taste as delicious as you sound?"
 
lifting her wet sticky fingers to her lips she sucked noisily on them

"mm yes Sir I am .... slightly sweet and a little tangy too ... will you want to find out tomorrow, Sir?" she asked hopefully, satisfied by her orgasm but not totally sated.

"Is there anything I can do for you Sir?" she asked, realising that she hadn't done anything to arouse him.
 
"I expect the same favor tomorrow, a taste of what you have to offer. I do hope I do not have to extract it myself, that you will willingly offer it to me.... But I will have it either way.

I wonder, have you changed your mind on what you will wear tomorrow after tonight?"

He had not answered her question about assisting his needs. There might be something she could do for him, but he did not want to give up his location to her just now.
 
"I'll wear anything you want me to, Sir ... would you prefer no bra under a t shirt? or a lacy bra showing through? or a tight blouse? tight jeans? or I can do shorts ... or a short skirt? Something informal probably?"

She hoped that she would be able to replay the favor tomorrow and help him cum, wondering what his cock might be like, how his cum would taste, how thick it would be, how it might feel splashing against her face....

Andrea found herself becoming horny again as she thought about tomorrow, and let her hand again wander between her legs
 
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