Jorge had started work in our office, and I just had to get his cock inside me.

He was a gorgeous male specimen, with sculpted features and a body, I suspected, as cut as an Olympic ice skater’s. I wanted to lick every inch of it, then have him pound my pussy until I was riding the orgasmic shockwave.

Problem was, office romances were frowned upon here, and Jorge, having just started, didn’t want to rock the boat. I made my intentions pretty clear during an “innocent” lunch one afternoon. His eyes lit up in that beautiful face, and I felt a surge of heat as he studied me longingly across the table. His gaze seemed to be shredding the clothes off my body.

But in the end, he quietly turned down my advances. He didn’t sound the least bit happy about it. I was also seriously disappointed.

I didn’t give up, though.

Something jumped up out of my memory. I recalled the first apartment I’d had, a dinky one-bedroom in a neighborhood crowded with cut-rate apartment buildings. Despite the shabbiness, I was absolutely thrilled to be out on my own. I felt like an independent woman.

There was a full-length mirror on the wall. On one of my first nights in my new place, I stood before it and stripped. I stared at my firm, naked body, assured that nobody was going to walk in on me, that I could do whatever I wanted in here.

I began to stir with excitement. I put my hands to my tits and gently kneaded the high round knolls. My nipples stiffened. I felt my pussy moving with oily warmth. Still watching myself, I started to seriously play with myself. My face flushed, my breath grew short. I stuck two fingers up into myself. Pleasure rippled over me.

Just as I was about to go over the top into a solo climax, the old-style rollup window shade suddenly gave a sharp snap and flew up to the top of the bedroom window. I was suddenly and completely exposed!

I froze. For one thing, I was in shock. For another, there was a man standing in the equally uncovered window directly opposite me. And he was naked, too. He’d been toweling off his hair just out of the shower, but now he, too, was frozen. Our gazes locked.

After a timeless moment he dropped the towel, and then his cock rose to full impressive hardness. I still had my fingers inside myself. I moved them again, turning fully toward the open window. He wrapped his hand around his rigid shaft and began to pump himself.

The arousal I’d felt earlier was nothing compared to what I experienced now. My whole body churned and blazed. Across the way the man’s face twisted with pleasure. There were curtained windows all around us with lights on inside. Anybody could peek out at any second. The sense of exposure was amazingly — and unexpectedly — exciting.

I thrashed with a massive come, drenching my two busy fingers. At the same instant the man shot a huge load. Afterward, smiling sheepishly, we covered our windows. The weird electrifying incident had never happened again, but it remained in my memory as one of my favorite erotic experiences.

It also formed the basis of the plan I hatched to at least have some sexual fun with the dazzling Jorge.

Recently our office, which took up an entire floor of an immense building, had gotten a video conference feature installed. Now everyone could communicate with one other from their desk via video. It made meetings and one-on-one consultations a lot easier. I could talk to anyone from my private office and still be able to look them in the eye. Sometimes that kind of contact was more useful than talking on the phone.

Jorge was an industrious worker. Plainly he wanted to make a good impression. Like me, he tended to stay late when he had an important project going.

Excitement simmered in me as I waited all day to see if he would work late today. My skin prickled with anticipation. I could barely concentrate on my own work as I thought about what I wanted to do. I flashed back again and again to that crazy anonymous mutual jerkoff session with my neighbor across the way. I wondered, distantly, if that man ever thought of me, if he counted that episode as special, as a moment of self-discovery even.

Before that night I’d never known how much I liked exposing myself. The vulnerability had been so delicious. The possibility of other strangers intruding on our “private” show had made it even more luscious.

The workday ended and the floor began to empty. Lights in offices went out. I lingered. Eventually I ventured out and crept over to where Jorge’s work station was. I bit my lip. His light was still on!

I retreated through the vacant corridors, entered my office, and locked it. My heart was racing and my breath was coming short, just like that night when I’d fingered myself in full view of that stranger.

This was different, though. I knew Jorge. I knew he wanted me. If he still refused to date me, then I was going to get this piece of him, anyway.

I sat at my desk and adjusted the camera attached to my monitor to the widest aperture. I checked to see that every bit of me would be visible. Grinning, I found my hands shaking. I had to calm down enough to make contact with Jorge’s office.

There was a series of beeps. I panicked for a few seconds, thinking he might not pick up. Then he appeared on my screen, looking puzzled.

“Thora? Hey, I thought everybody had gone home.”

“Then I hooked a thumb through the waistband and stripped the panties down, tossing them over my shoulder.”

The grin still stretched my lips. I gazed into his handsome face. “Jorge… ” I said huskily, feeling a new surge of arousal. I raised my trembling hands and began to unbutton my work blouse. I was really going to do this!

I watched his expression change. First his eyes widened, then his jaw slowly dropped. I reached the bottom button and peeled the top off my shoulders. I’d worn a sexy silky bra, and the tops of my tits spilled over. I tossed the blouse aside.

“Like what you see?” I asked. Already this was different from that time in my apartment. I’d never spoken to that man in the other window, but here I could communicate directly.

“I… ” was all Jorge seemed able to manage. Whatever work had kept him late appeared completely forgotten. He gazed blatantly at my silk-cupped breasts.

Reaching behind to unsnap the bra, I gave him an even better look. My nipples stood out hard and pink. My fast breathing made my high, firm tits rise and fall. Jorge’s eyes followed every movement.

I put my hands to my breasts, squeezing, sending hot tendrils of rising excitement all through me. I tweaked my stiff nips, sighs of pleasure escaping my wet mouth. Jorge licked his lips.

Suddenly I pushed back my chair and stood, making sure I was still in the camera’s frame. I shimmied my work skirt down to my ankles and stepped out of it. My flesh crackled with unseen energy, an invisible static electricity of pure excitement. I reached down and started rubbing myself through my silk panties.

I was already damp with desire, and the cool kiss of the fabric made me pulsate with lust. I moaned loudly, still rubbing. Then I hooked a thumb through the waistband and stripped the panties down, tossing them over my shoulder. Now I stood blazingly naked before the man on my computer screen.

His eyes ravished me. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth. None of this was fair, of course. Any responsible thoughts he’d had about avoiding involvement with anyone at the office had gone out the window as he beheld my fine, taut body in all its nude glory.

With a strangled cry, he abruptly launched to his feet. He yanked off his tie, popped two buttons getting his shirt free, then wrestled away the rest of his clothing. He stood beautifully naked, his body as perfect as I’d imagined. His cock was so hard it twitched with his every heartbeat.

I told him to adjust his camera so that I could get the best picture of him. When it was done, we faced off, standing naked in our respective offices. Desire inflamed us both.

I touched myself again, mauling my tits, pinching my nipples until I squealed with joy. Jorge closed his fingers around his ample cock. I saw a jolt go through him. I would have bet he’d never done anything like this before. But it was obvious how much he was liking it.

Sliding a hand down my flat, smooth belly, I teased a fingertip along my hairless, glistening groove. Shivery pleasure raised goose bumps on my limbs. I slipped a finger inside myself, then another. Working my hips, I ground down on my knuckles.

Jorge started pumping his cock, his forearm working. His swollen cock head was already oozing a drizzle of pre-come. If we’d been in the same room, I would have licked it off him. But this voyeuristic/exhibitionist showdown was its own special kind of erotic fun.

I fingered myself harder, coaxing my clit, sending feverish impulses through my body. Already I was sure an orgasm of titanic strength was gathering over me.

On my monitor Jorge used his other hand to cradle his balls. I saw his fingers move, delicately squeezing, as he continued to jerk his cock with determined motions.

It was like that time in my memory. Better than that. But… something was missing, I thought. Then I realized. Part of the insane joy of that window-to-window episode had been the possibility that some neighbor could catch us at any second.

These conference calls weren’t monitored. So far as I knew Jorge and I were alone on this floor. But maybe we weren’t. Maybe someone else had stayed late.

“I’m going to open this up to every computer!” I cried. I held a trembling hand over the keyboard.

“Do it!” Jorge shouted, instinctively understanding that the danger of getting caught would only enhance this.

I hit the control. Now anybody still here could see our wild carnal exhibition. I let that fear jack up my excitement until the promised climax started deep inside me. The wicked bliss came shuddering up through my very being. Juices poured out over my fingers.

Jorge let out a howl. His come went flying, huge white gobs of it. It was a glorious spectacle. He grinned at me.

After that, we began dating. But we were discreet about it.