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Tobin stares at her computer screen wondering whether she has ever been more bored as hour seven of what should have been a six hour meeting begins. They're nowhere near the end, either. There are still two teams left to present.
She hates these meetings. Sitting around all day, praying people won't go over their allotted time, knowing they always will. She curses Casey for putting their presentation at the end of the day. She longs to be one of the little boxes that's only a headshot now. Those people could be anywhere—laying in the bath tub, driving in the car, baking bread. She, on the other hand, has to remain on camera looking interested.
She's uncomfortable in her chair, kicking herself for choosing the kitchen table for this particular meeting rather than, say, her office.
In the corner of her eye, she sees Christen come out from the hallway. She registers that she's not wearing very much, just her halter-top bikini that Tobin knows shows off so much skin, and a sheer overlay that merely suggests modesty but does little to conceal anything. It's one of Tobin's favorite ways to see Christen, but doesn't dare look, keeping her gaze focused on the computer's camera. Christen saunters toward her, grabbing a pad of sticky notes and scribbling:
"You said 2:30 at the latest. It's 3. I want to go to the pool."
She holds her water bottle up, pretending to drink to cover her lips. "I'm so sorry, babe. It's almost my team's part of the presentation. Carli is rambling on forever, but she is wrapping up right now. I swear I'll be done by 3:30."
Christen shrugs giving Tobin a mischievous look, "Okay, I guess I'll get ready for the pool then."
Tobin nods and grunts an okay, thankful that Casey has finally started introducing her team. From the corner of her eye, she sees Christen pick up her sunscreen from the far end of the table and pour some into her hands, starting to rub it slowly over her body. Christen unties her top, letting it drop down suggestively as her fingers trail slowly over her chest. Tobin wants to look. She wants to stare. But then she hears Casey say: "Okay Tobin, the floor is all yours."
As Tobin unmutes, Christen undoes the back string of her top and moves to stand, bare-chested, across the kitchen table, directly behind Tobin's line of view into the webcam. Tobin gulps down her water, trying to focus on the task at hand, “Sorry, Our A/C is on the fritz, I’m just a little parched” She shares her desktop and starts the slide show, grateful that her image will have now shrunk to the corner of most people's screens. “Can you all see my screen?”
A silent array of heads nod in the affirmative. She doesn't look too hard at their expressions—she doesn't want to know if they can tell how distracted she is. Tobin knows that she must look flushed and a little sweaty. She knows her water bottle will be empty soon. She just needs to make it through one slide. That’s it. Then, everyone's attention will be focused on someone else.
”So, I’m going to get us started and then I’ll turn it over to Lindsey so I can finish- sorry I mean so she can finish. The presentation... I mean. And then Casey has some follow-up slides before we all take questions. Does that sound good to everyone?” She doesn’t bother to check for nods; she advances quickly to the first slide and tries desperately to remember what she wanted to say as Christen starts to trace small circles around her nipples. Tobin can tell, even from her peripheral vision, that they're hard now.
She swallows thickly and continues: "So, these are the charts you’re used to seeing from our team: quarterly sales to new customers. What we’re proposing today is to reevaluate the way we think about this chart—to focus on the return on investment for the time our sales force spends getting new customers as well as retaining our existing customer base. We think this will better recognize our sales associates' contributions and give us a real sense of pro…" Tobin chokes on the word as Christen turns around and shimmies out of her bottoms bending over and standing up slowly, giving Tobin a perfect view of her ass. Tobin stares beyond the computer briefly, unable to take her eyes of Christen. She takes another gulp of water and continues, “productivity and efficiency." She knows she has more to say, but Christen starts to move toward her, climbing on the kitchen table on her hands and knees and creeps toward Tobin. "Okay, enough of me, I’ll turn it over to Lindsey to convince you with her fancy math stuff.”
She mutes herself, breathing a subtle sigh of relief as she does. Tobin hopes she's being convincing as she stares at the camera, smiles and nods, not hearing a single word Lindsey is saying. Christen's breasts come to hover just above her webcam. Desire shoots through Tobin, dropping down from her chest to settle low in her stomach, tightening and sending chills throughout her. She feels her body respond and knows she's soaked without even having to check.
She hears a small whisper and looks up from Christen's breasts to find Christen's lips slowly mouthing the words, "Turn off your camera."
She channels her middle-school drama teacher then, ready to put on an act so convincing she'll be able to let this moment take her. She freezes in place, her face slightly twisted in an unnatural position, as if she is a still image caught between expressions, and then leans in toward the computer staring at it and looking confused, searching her screen frantically. She shuts the camera off and types into the chat, "Sorry, I think there's something wrong with my internet connection. I'm going to keep my camera off to see if that helps." She sits back, looking straight into Christen's eyes, removing one of her ear buds. "What, are you trying to kill me babe?"
"Something like that," Christen husks back. Leaning over for a dirty kiss, taking Tobin's lower lip between her teeth, pulling it back as she slowly releases it between her lips. Goosebumps cover Tobin's arms and she closes her eyes with a contented sigh.
Before she can enjoy it too much, though, she hears Lindsey in her ears calling her name, asking for the next slide. "Shit!" She advances the slide and types in the chat, "Sorry, I think i'm a little behind on the sound!"
"Fuck, Chris, give me a sec. I just have to run this slide show! Just a few minutes." Tobin pleads.
"Have it your way." Christen says, leaning back and sitting on the table. "Actually, why don't you be a good employee and team leader and turn your camera back on?"
There's no irony or complaint in Christen's voice and Tobin can see in her eyes that it's more of a command than a suggestion. She takes another sip of water, rakes her fingers back through her hair, and turns her camera on.
"Stay on mute." Christen instructs as she leans back on one hand and spreads her legs so that her feet are perched on either side of Tobin's computer. Tobin sits up straighter, breathing in deeply through her nose, her exhale ragged.
"That's right babe. Stay there, just like that, keep clicking that powerpoint for your co-worker. Stay focused." Christen instructs as she takes two of her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them and pulling them out slowly before tracing them down her body. She settles the heel of her palm between her legs and slowly circles her clit with her fingers, letting her legs fall open wider so Tobin can see it all plainly. "Don't let me distract you, baby," she hums as she lets out a small gasp of pleasure, running her middle finger up and down from her clit to her entrance.
"God I wish this was you. You touch me so well. It's never the same when it's just me." She lets out a moan and a whine, throwing her head back in pleasure. Tobin wants to shut her camera off and help out, but the sounds let Tobin know that Christen is doing just fine without her.
Plus, it's honestly so fucking hot. Tobin loves seeing Christen like this: touching herself just how she likes to be touched. She works herself in the most magical ways. It drives Tobin absolutely wild.
Tobin is uncomfortably wet now. She adjusts her position to try to keep it from running up the front or down the back of her underwear, but she is only getting more soaked by the moment. She moves to the front edge of her chair and rolls her hips forward slightly, hoping to experience a small shred of relief. But she finds only more want.
She curses herself for not wearing shorts. If she were, she'd slide them to the side and push her own hand up her underwear so that she could use her own fingers. She searches around, trying to keep smiling and looking attentive as she advances to the next slide. She finds an empty glass to her left and, staring at Christen's long fingers teasing at her own clit, slides it surreptitiously between her legs, looking for any real source of friction. She moves herself slowly back and forth along the glass, trying not to let her upper body move on camera, trying not to let anyone know that she's so fucking turned on.
"Oh, do you need a little something too, Tobin? Are you aching for me, babe?"
Tobin nods and groans, trying to keep her face stoic.
"Maybe I can take care of both of us at once." Christen asserts, turning and sliding off the side of the table and moving to stand just outside of the camera's view. She takes Tobin's left hand from the laptop and straddles it, pushing it in and pulling it back so that her wetness coats Tobin's hand.
Tobin can't help but move her fingers. She can't help but grasp for more. She deeply and desperately wants to bend Christen over the table and fuck her. She can't help but avert her gaze from the computer and stare in awe as her fingers come out glistening and soaked.
She's fucked.
Christen drops to her knees taking Tobin's wet fingers into her mouth and sucking... hard. Tobin feels her nipples harden and her hips buck against the glass between her legs. Christen ducks under the table and crawls between Tobin's legs. Tobin thinks that she might actually die if this goes where she thinks it's headed.
She feels Christen pull the glass out from between her legs and shudders as Christen's hands come up into her lap and start to unbutton her slacks. Tobin leans back slightly, unable, or maybe just totally unwilling, to stop what's happening. She knows her eyes must look wild, but she couldn't be paid to care right now. She leans back slightly, letting Christen slide her pants and underwear down her ass, thighs, and over her calves until they pool on the floor at her ankles.
She's always heard jokes about people being in their underwear or pajamas on video conferences, but now that it's her, now that she's naked from the waist down, she worries that everyone can tell. She searches the screen to see if it looks like anyone sees her. She tries not to bite her lip as Christen's mouth is hot against the inside of her thigh, kissing up, leaving a trail of desire from her knee toward her center. She tries to play it cool as Christen urges her to the edge of the kitchen chair. She fakes a cough and yells "Fuck, yes, baby" when Christen's tongue first slides through her.
She moans, trying not to move her mouth, as Christen's tongue teases her clit. Her tongue is slow and thoughtful, the feeling of surges through Tobin, curling her toes. She has to fight to keep her eyes open. She knows she must look manic. She feels her stomach flip and drop and tighten. She mumbles without moving her mouth, "Please, baby. This feels so good."
Christen works her up slowly, holding Tobin down against the chair with her forearm, keeping her in place. Tobin can feel her orgasm building. Every time she looks down and sees Christen's head buried between her legs, she thinks she might come harder than she ever has. It's so fucking beautiful, Christen's hair wild, her dark skin in contrast with Tobin's pale legs. She is making the absolute dirtiest, most beautiful noises as she savors Tobin. Tobin can't help but run her fingers through Christen's hair and pull her in slightly.
As she does, Christen pulls back, without warning. Tobin is about to whine in protest when Christen's voice, sultry and insistent, silences her. "Baby, I think you should turn off your camera and fuck my face."
Tobin doesn't even bother pretending she is frozen, or convincingly having internet issues, she just turns her camera off, types "sorry, interne… agian" in the chat, and pulls away not even bothering to correct her spelling.
She releases the keyboard and threads both of her hands into Christen's thick, curly hair and pulls Christens face against her. She starts to grind, moaning loudly as the pressure from Christen's tongue grows stronger, making her feel everything she's been wanting since Christen walked into the room.
"Fuck, baby, lust like that. You're so fucking perfect. Fuck yes baby, take it. Just like that. Take me. Work me with your perfect fucking tongue. You're making me feel so good, driving me crazy. God you do this so well. Yes, please baby, keep giving this to me." She can't stop herself from talking, from trying to tell Christen how much she adores this. "Fuck, you're driving me so crazy, babe. This is the hottest thing you've ever done. God I love seeing you take me like this."
She works herself hard against Christen's tongue, letting herself feel every inch of it, pulling Christen's face in.
Christen, for her part, hums and moans and works her own clit with her hand. She lets Tobin take control and somehow to responds perfectly to every jolt of Tobin's hips. Tobin thinks that perhaps she's died and gone to heaven as her eyes screw shut involuntarily and she starts to sees stars. The feeling Christen's perfect tongue licking through her once more sends her over the edge, hips faltering, abs tensing, with a loud moan. "Fuckkk baby."
She feels the orgasm shoot through her body, tensing every muscle, sending a tingling sensation over every part of her skin. Her hips buck and she becomes so sensitive. She freezes, holding Christen's head in her hands until she can bear to move.
She sighs and leans back as she hears Christen come and feels her bite into her thigh.
"Fuckk yes baby." She says between heavy breaths.
She hears Lindsey call for the next slide and presses the button, grateful she didn't miss anything when she was definitely not at all listening.
Christen leaves from between her leg and strolls over, blissed out, to lay on the couch. Tobin pulls her slacks back up and turns on her camera just in time to smile, thank Lindsey, and let the team know that Casey will take over.
As soon as Casey starts, she sees a message pop up in her chat from Lindsey. "God, I'm so glad that's over."
"Linds, you have no idea."