Work from Home- Left camera Open

I was wrapping up a late work call from my bedroom office when I thought I’d switched off my webcam—only to stand up in my tight jeans and realize the camera was still live. Josh’s stunned face filled my screen as I tugged off my jeans and stepped into a loose skirt. My heart pounded as he watched my smooth butt and long thighs appear in the frame. Without thinking, I hoisted the skirt up over my hips, tossed my T-shirt aside, and let my bare breasts bounce free. Every soft gasp, flick of my nipple, and slick finger sliding between my legs played out live as Josh couldn’t resist stroking himself. That accidental reveal turned into the hottest work break ever—and I loved every second of it.

I thought I’d switched off my camera before standing up, but I forgot. I was still in my jeans and a tight T-shirt when I clicked “Leave Meeting”—or so I thought.

I stood by my desk and tugged off my jeans, stepping into a loose, flowy skirt instead. Suddenly, my screen lit up: Josh was still on my call and saw me change. He froze, eyes wide.

“I… sorry,” I mumbled, tugging the skirt down.

He shook his head, voice soft: “Don’t stop.”

My heart raced. I spun around slowly, so the camera caught my butt and the back of my thighs. The skirt hung low, grazing the smooth skin just above my knee. Josh leaned forward, jaw dropping.

I let my hands slide up my thighs, slowly pulling the skirt higher until it pooled at my hips. Then I reached up and ripped the T-shirt off over my head. My bare breasts and hard nipples came into view. Josh’s eyes darkened.

I gave him a shy smile and cupped one breast, thumb rolling the peak until it ached. My other hand drifted lower, fingertips brushing the wet spot at my slit.

“Emily…” Josh whispered. His hand appeared on screen, stroking himself.

I leaned forward, pressing my palms to the desk, legs spread just enough. I traced a finger up from my clit to my belly, then slid two fingers inside me. My back arched, and I moaned softly. Josh’s strokes sped up.

I pinched my nipple and pumped my fingers harder. The camera caught every slick circle. My breathing got loud. Josh groaned as his pace picked up too.

When I came, my walls clenched around my fingers in tight waves. Josh tensed and spilled over his hand at the same moment.

We sat there in silence, both of us out of breath, screens fogged with our excitement. I scooped up my T-shirt and skirt, smiling at him.

“Best work break ever?” I teased.

He laughed, nodding. “Definitely.”

I hit “End Call,” heart still pounding—already craving the next time I’d forget to switch off my camera.