Chapter 1

Britni pushed herself away from her desk and sighed.

She was the only one left at work, not counting the janitor who had already made the rounds on the floor she was on.

The only ceiling lights on were the one over her cubicle and a few lights that never turned off.

There was a blue glow from some of the computers because there were always people who forgot to turn them off at the end of the work day.

The only reason she was still at the office after 9pm was because her husband Trent had to work late and they drove in together.

He worked in an office building about 3 blocks away.

She was caught up on the rest of the work for this week and most of what she could do ahead of time for next week.

She’d thought about taking a nap but figured she wouldn’t be able to sleep once she got finally got home to her own bed.

She’d tried playing some on-line word games but there’s only so much of that you can do in one sitting before you become bored.

She was bored.

Thinking she might take a walk around the floor to see what her co-workers kept in their desk drawers when her laptop “binged”.

It was an e-mail from Trent.

Trent: “Hey! Still working. Probably another hour or so. Keeping busy?”

Britni: “Hey yourself! Just sitting around. Done all the work I can do. Bored.”

Trent: “I’m just waiting for some systems to run. Wanna Facetime?”

She knew what he meant by “Facetime”. The first thing he did when he bought a digital camera was tell her he wanted to take nude photos of her.

The first thing he did when he got his first smart phone was to tell her to “sext” some topless photos to him.

If it took photos, he wanted to see her in some state of undress. Facetime and Skype were no different.

She wouldn’t normally take risks at work but she was bored and thought a little bit of naughty fun would be a good way to pass some time.

She opened the app, waved and said “Hi!” ... Nothing. She said “Hi” again and still nothing. She asked “Are you there?” Nothing.

After a few seconds a message appeared. Trent: “I can see and hear you just fine. Can you not hear me?”

Britni started to type her reply when she remembered he said he could see and hear her. “No. I’ve got nothing but what you typed. The screen has no image and the only sound is a little bit of white noise.”

Trent: “Hmmm. Give me a minute. I’ll get right back to you.”

A few minutes later he typed Trent: “I can’t figure it out. I’m guessing the new security firewalls and the latest VPN are preventing things from working right. I’ll have IT take a look at it tomorrow. Meanwhile ... You know how much I like that blue blouse you’re wearing.”

“Well, I would hope so.” She replied. “You almost insisted I buy it when we saw it in the store. I’m sure you like it even more after I had it tailored to fit. Off the rack never hangs right on me for some reason.”

Trent: “Probably because of your big tits.”

“Really? You know I hate that word. Besides my boobs are slightly smaller than average. Do you even know what the numbers and letters mean in relation to each other?”

Trent: “No. But I’m willing to learn. :)”

“Ha! I’m sure you’d be an attentive student.” She said. “I guess I could give you a sneak peek if you promise to be good.”

She reached up and undid the 3rd button from the top (the top two were already undone), then the 4th.

Trent: “I think I’m going to like this lesson. You’re a great teacher.”

“Damn right I am! I hope you know I don’t do this for just any of my students.” Britni pulled her lapels away, exposing the top edges of her lace bra. It was a couple of shades lighter than her blouse and matched the panties she had on under her skirt.

Trent: “Oh. I’ve been a bad boy. I might have to stay after school.”

“What? Are we doing school teacher role play here? That’s new. What’s gotten into you tonight? You been watching porn at work again?”

Trent: “Sorry. You started it with the comment about students and teachers and I just went with it. How about a few more buttons?”

“You mean like this” Britni asked as she brushed her fingertips across the next button. “This button?”

Trent: “Yes! And the next one!”

“Ask nicely. No. Beg me.”

Trent: “Pleeeeaaassee! Show me some more! I’m begging! If the camera was working, you’d see I’m on my knees!”

“Ok. Pay attention!” Britney undid the next button and paused while she spread opened her blouse a little bit more, exposing her cleavage and the strap between the cups (technically called “the center gore” but you’re not here for a lesson in lingerie terminology)

She hesitated then looked at the little glass eye of her computer camera, made “Groucho eyes” and said “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Trent: “Oh Yes! I’m stroking it hard right now.”

“Ewww! TMI! Just cool your jets there cowboy. Save it til we get home.

Remind me to wear a top with fewer buttons next time.”

She undid the remaining buttons and let it hang open. All that was showing was a narrow band of fabric and about a third of each cup of her bra. “Happy?”

Trent: “Don’t stop now! It just getting interesting! :) Go ahead. Take it off. I dare you!”

“What’s it worth to you? Make me an offer, you perv!”

Trent: Dinner. “You name the restaurant.”

“And a new dress, AND some new shoes. Plus you have to come with me when I buy them.”

Trent: “That’s asking a lot but OK. Deal. Now let me see what you’ve got under that shirt.”