I was a secretary for a large insurance firm. There were fifteen of us, both women and men, who ran the computers on a large network of fifteen machines. It was a very laid back type of office, and there always seemed to be time for messing around and joking. It was a large office, the desks spaced far apart.
One day, as I sipped a cup of coffee (by the way, it was against the rules to have coffee near the computers), I knocked one of my forms on the floor, and it slid under my desk. We all had large desks, almost private, with enclosed backs. All of the desks faced toward the middle of the room. I slid under my desk and picked up the piece of paper, noting with dismay the alarming number of wires, connections, and all that other crap that runs through a computer network. Then, I noticed something I had never, ever noticed before. Screwed into the bottom of the desk top, there was a very, very tiny little thing --- a camera lens. I thought maybe it was some time of receiver, but no, it was definitely a camera. Weird, I thought, and then realized that the thing was pointed right to where my crotch would be.
Alarmed, I moved away quickly. I looked around. No one had noticed that I had been under my desk. I continued working, realizing that someone in the office could, right at that moment, be looking up my skirt. It made me angry as hell, but also, in the back of my mind, there was the fleeting thought of being watched. And that turned me on, for some ridiculous reason.
I needed to find out who it was. I wanted to know who the invader of my privacy was, that's all there was to it, so I could take my evidence to the division head and file some sort of charges against him or her.
Myra worked next to me, and her desk was about ten feet from me. "Well, you ready for lunch?" she suddenly asked. She eyed the clock, and it was about time to stop for lunch.
"No," I said, my face flushed, "I have to finish this. I'll do a late lunch. You go ahead without me, OK?"
She frowned. Seldom did I ever miss out on a chance to sneak across the street to the Barbary Lounge and have a couple of drinks with the rest of the office.
Within ten minutes, I was alone in the office. I dove under my desk, and took note of the wire leading away from the camera. I followed it. It went into a bundle with the rest of the wires, and I followed that bundle all the way to the network admin's desk.
James was our network administrator. He had been with the company for only a month. Of course, the bundle would go to his desk. Quickly, I checked all the other desks --- no camera, just mine.
No wires matching the camera wire. No nothing at all, just the standard printer, modem, and other connections, along with the Network Interface Card wires, and all that electronic spaghetti that seems to accumulate around computers.
And, the fact remained, the wire went to James' desk. But, did he install the camera, or did the previous network administrator?
James was a youngish man, recently graduating from a computer school, and he had all the credentials necessary to run a major network. I looked around, and then sat at his desk, and turned on his computer. I was asked for a password, and couldn't get into the computer at all.
I looked at the clock. I didn't know what to do. I could take the information to the supervisor, but, there was something else, something at the back of my mind.
I went downstairs and grabbed a sandwich and a soda out of the vending machines, and went back to my desk. Then, I left the office and went to the restroom. I sat on the stool and pulled my panties off! I was going to give James a show, and see if, indeed, he had the software installed, and if, indeed, he was the one who was peeking.
An hour later, I was sitting there, keeping my legs together, making sure that my skirt had ridden up high on my thighs. No one could see me at all --- everyone was engrossed in finding ways not to work, like we usually did.
I slid forward in my chair, and spread my legs. I looked over at James, and his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked right at me!
I reached down and pulled my wet pussy lips apart, and ran a finger over my clitoris, all the while keeping my eyes on James.
I could see him fidget, and his face got red. I sat there and played with myself, giving him a truly close up, wet view of my pussy. I came, my body jerking and swaying.
"You OK?" Myra asked with a frown.
I nodded. "Just a little gas from that sandwich," I said.
She went back to work, and I pushed my chair back and slowly walked over to James' desk.
"I have a problem with my computer, James. I need some help. First, though, I need a break to go to the supply room for some paper for my printer. Meet me in the hallway."
Red faced, he stood and nodded. I turned and walked away, waiting for him in the hall outside the office. Together, we walked to the supply room. I looked in both directions, and we darted into the room. He locked the door behind him.
"Cute camera," I said.
He looked down, examining his shoes. "I don't know what to say."
I reached out and brushed my hand against his cock. He suddenly jerked up and looked at me.
He backed away a little, and I reached out and unzipped his pants.
"Did it make you hard, watching me?"
He nodded. I was turned on, flattered, even. I was about fifteen or twenty years older than James. I was flattered that of all the women in the office, he would have chosen me to spy upon.
His cock was fat, long, and hard. He wasn't circumcised, and the head of his cock was poking through the foreskin at the tip. I tugged at his pants, and soon, I had them down, his hard cock now sticking straight up, the bright pink, gleaming, wet head completely clear of the foreskin. His balls were hanging heavily, peppered with light brown hair. I sighed.
He lifted my skirt and fingered my pussy. "Lovely," he whispered breathlessly.
I moved toward him and spread my legs, and he humped downward, pressing his cock against my wet pussy. That would never do, so I lay on the floor and spread my legs. To my surprise, he didn't just mount me and fuck me brainlessly . . . he put his mouth on my pussy, his tongue doing double time on my pussy lips, then my clit. I came and came, and then, it was his turn. I sat up and pushed him backward, and wrapped my mouth around his rigid dick. I fondled and massaged his balls and I sucked him, and was rewarded by his jerking cock shooting loads of hot cum into my mouth.
Then, we rested for a minute and put our clothes back in order. Grabbing a ream of paper, we both headed back to the office. In the hallway, I asked him, "What kind of panties do you like?"
He looked at me. "Crotch less and sheer," he said.
That's what I wore the next day for my camera session with James.
--- Margaret M., New York, NY
