His office is no place to change!

John was contemplating his actions continuously during the next few minutes.
He felt so compelled to enter the office again to see a sneak peak of her slender body, especially now that she had taken off her skirt. In his mind, pictures of her luscious ass came to mind, at least how he imagined it to be after seeing her in tight jeans. But at the same time he knew that anyone could just walk in to see him there with her, seemingly lusting her in a very inappropriate way.
In the end, the panic was just too strong for him to ignore. There was no way he would enter that office.

"I am sorry, Sarah. I really don't feel comfortable with this. I am supposed to be your supervisor and I do not feel like I can do that properly after seeing you naked. Please get dressed, come get your towels and use the ladies room instead." He felt so stern and unfriendly, to the point he was disgusted of himself.
Inside the office it remained quiet for some time and John almost felt like peeking inside through the window to quench his curiosity. But his patience was rewarded as suddenly the door was opened and a soaked, but clothed Sarah appeared.
"Unbelievable," she spoke softly while yanking the towels from his hand, "I really hoped I could count on you, John. Disappointing..." Her eyes shot fire of indignation as she turned towards the door of the common area.
"I got you the towels, is that not something?" He hissed after her, only to have her turning around with more fire in her eyes to answer; "It is not enough, idiot! Let me parade across the hallway with a see-through shirt? Nice habit, mister supervisor!"
Before John could even really test for himself how see-through the shirt really was, she bolted out of the door, leaving a stunned John behind. As he turned to head into his office, he felt a compelling urge to get more coffee instead, his mind still reeling to much about nude women to be able to do some work.

After a few minutes at the coffee station down the hall, slowly the order of the day slipped back in and suddenly he remembered that he had to make sure an order of office supplies would come in soon. Without these supplies, Sarah and himself would not be able to do more than twirl thumbs in the next few weeks. After the display of this morning, John felt he needed to make sure that she was occupied as much as possible to prevent any awkward situations. After his last sip, he threw away the plastic cup and headed over to Karl his office, the middle-aged manager of office supplies.
With a single peek inside the office he noticed that Karl was not there. As the office was not close to John his own office, he felt a jab or irritation arise. This was most likely for the greatest part caused by the display he made earlier with Sarah. For the hundredth time he pushed the image of Sarah her naked tummy and tried to regain normality over his day.
Finally he decided he would send Karl a mail regarding the supplies that would come in by mail, yet also chose to pick up some stationary from the supplies in the office himself. He knew Karl always had a good supply going for the whole team, in the adjacent room that was turned into a walk-in supply storage. Whenever Karl was out of his office he would lock the only door to that room to keep the thieves out, just like John was noticing right now. However, as John was a few years back named assistant site-manager, he had a key for each door in the room on the key chain he used for work purposes. Even though John never really acted out his function as the assistant manager, having a perk like opening doors you would have to wait ages for was already enough of a promotion for him.
He heard it as soon as he opened the door. A slightly heaving breathing could be heard from the back of the storage, separated from the entrance by two man-height shelf racks packed with goods. As John tweaked his ears he had a general notion of what he was listening to, but wanted to know for sure what as going on. After all, if there was indecent conduct going on in the office, it should not be ignored. John had already proven that day that he had the balls enough to stand up for what was right. At least, that was what he said to himself.
He closed the door to prevent others from stumbling on this awkward scene and slowly started creeping towards the back of the room. Sure enough, Karl was standing there in the last left aisle with his back to the central corridor. He had his pants down on his ankle and apparently his meat stick in his hand. His arm was moving as he was slowly but decisively pumping it and his breathing intensified as he kept watching the pad he had in his other hand. John was almost about to say something to bring down justice on the pervert wacking it off in the office storage, as his eye caught something that looked familiar on the screen of the tab. Since it was hard to see from meters away, John crept even closer. In the mean time slightly grossed out as he was sneaking up to a wanking, exposed man.

As he came closer, he saw directly what had caught his eye. The image showed the bathroom stalls in exact fashion as the ones at work and in the middle a naked Sarah was drying herself off. The view was from a slightly elevated pitch, looking from the common area of the ladies bathroom towards the wall where the urinals faced.
For a moment John could not stop watching as the towel he only moments ago had held in his hands was brushing along her chest down to her tits. Sarah made sure her boobs were perfectly dry by pushing the towel underneath her breasts and back to making circles along her nipples. Clearly in a bit of a rush to get the awkwardness of being naked at work behind her, Sarah turned and placed her left foot on the closed urinal and bent forward to dry her legs. Immediately Karl let his sausage hang in mid-air as he let go and navigated a few buttons on the pad with his other hands. However, the camera angle was changed and was now showing roughly the same height as Sarah her shoulders, from the wall point of view. Now John could finally really see his intern in her full glory as she was leaning in towards the camera. Her breasts were hanging down directly in plain view and jiggled a bit as Sarah twisted her body to dry every necessary corner to dry herself off.
Soon enough Sarah placed her foot back on the floor and raised her other foot up. As the camera angle was now prepared and she swung her foot in from a bit of an outside direction, John swore he could see her pussy lips down to her vulva for a second. It shot him up with adrenaline from top to bottom and his member was pumped to a massive erect state. As soon as it was dry, Sarah lowered her leg again, ran the towel between her legs to dry her intimate bits. If only he could laid his hands on that towel again, it would drive him mad.
After a pad on her backside with the towel, she turned from the camera and leaned down to grab her panties from the bag that was laying against the door. By doing so, she was fully visible from the back and was exposing her pussy as well as her small back hole.
As it was the money shot, John stepped in another step to see it all better, but apparently crouched in too much to not trigger Karl his sixth sense of personal space being invaded. He swirled around, as much as possible with his pants on his ankles, and looked utter frightened when he saw John standing uncomfortably close.

"Shit! Sorry John." He mumbled as he closed the application on the pad. "How the hell did you get in? I closed the door!"
Only after he had completely closed down the tab did he notice his dick was still out all floppy now. No doubt he felt like protecting his disgusting secret more than his own shame.
"I am the assistant site-manager, Karl, remember?" John replied, looking away from the little middle-aged guy tucking it back in. "I have keys to all the rooms!"

He checked briefly to see whether Karl was decent again, for as far as he could be right now. "Damn it man, I just wanted a few pens and some notebooks."
Karl looked utterly defeated. "I should have known it was not safe. But sometimes I just need to go down her and watch... some porn sites to calm down."
John snorted. "Porn sites? It seems the problem is quite extensive when porn sites have direct access to our ladies bathrooms, Karl." He squinted at his co-worker.
"Or did I not see Sarah on that screen, drying herself from the storm of this morning?"
As little Karl must have felt at the start, he seemingly was shrinking more and more.
"I am really sorry, John. I can stop, really!" He begged him for mercy. "It is not just my job, you know? It is a crime to invade such privacy of others. I could go to jail!" He was practically screaming, being at the end of his wits. John signaled him to lower his voice and wanted to bring down stern justice on the pervert, when suddenly a bright thought reached his mind.
"Karl, please explain me something. I was just now drinking coffee for quite some minutes, but before that I... saw Sarah go into the bathroom before that. She really looked like rushing, so how is it possible that it took her only minutes to change, but I am able to see it like that say... fifteen minutes later?" John asked.
His question shook Karl up, as if he had not expected his co-worker to reach that conclusion in such a short time.
"Maybe she waited a while?" Karl quivered.
John took a step and grabbed his shirt by the shoulder. All the excitement of the morning had worked him up and the adrenaline fueled his irritation.
"This is not the time for games, you worm." He sternly spoke to Karl. "It was not live was it...?" As Karl did not reply he raised his voice. "It was a recording, was it not? Answer me!" Karl ducked down from the power of his voice and nodded quietly. "Show me!" John demanded further.
Karl took back the pad he had thrown on the top shelf and opened an app somewhere in the deepest folder of the device. In the app he saw icons arranged in chronological order. On the top, there was a button with red lettering marked 'live feed', while the buttons below seemed to be ordered by the time stamp they bared. "How?" Was all John could exclaim.
"The feed records when there is motion in the stalls and then saves them on date and time. All I have to do is to go in each day and filter out the... non-interesting stuff." Karl looked utterly destroyed as John took the pad from his hand.
"Daily, Karl? Damn it, you have lost it." He mumbled. "The non-interesting parts? Peeing and pooping does not do it for our little pervert?" He asked Karl.
Karl seemed **** to answer to the insult, but did not want to risk angering John further. "Well, not all the time. There are a lot of woman that do not really qualify for a good video, if you know what I mean?" Even though John was disgusted he had to say in his mind that Karl was correct. As with every office, the women and men that worked there varied greatly in physical appeal.

"OK, Karl. I have to investigate this deeper before I know how to handle this best." John said in a commanding voice to the office supply manager. "Please go into your office, close both doors and make sure nobody comes into the storage, clear?" Karl looked at him funny, as he was unsure to reply, but decided that his life was at the mercy of this unwanted guest. As he moved out of the storage, the door was closed.
John scrolled down through the endless list of videos available in the app and found out that some dated three years ago. As that was around the same time Karl had come on-board at the company, John knew he had worked fast to get everything installed in the ladies bathroom. Karl could be read as a proper pervert.
He clicked on the second-to-last video that was made only two days ago and found the middle stall of the bathroom to be occupied by Linda, the site HR-department leader. Linda was a regular strong-willed woman, also of middle-age. She always wore her blonde hair in a tail and had black secretary style glasses that gave her quite the stern look.
As John was not interested in using the device to watch Linda pee, he was already trying to navigate to the next video. However, his interest was still drawn as he noticed Linda was not sitting down directly. As she leaned against the wall and turned her head to listen for sounds outside the stall, her hand seemed to drift upwards towards her breast. Slowly it started kneading it through her white blouse. Her other hand crept up to the fabric between the legs suit to rub with two fingers along the outline of her pussy. As she pressed with quite some **** to put **** on her private parts, her eyes closed and her mouth opened out of desire.
As she was stroking, the fingers of the hand near her breast were looking for the buttons of her shirt. She quickly had them unbuttoned and her hand dove in to expose a breast out of the clean fabric. Even though Linda was not a woman with a large chest, John was still surprised to see that she had no bra to support them. Instead, she apparently liked to have her nipples caress the fabric of her blouse all day long. A thought that excited John to the point that his erection was becoming full-mast once more.
She turned ninety degrees with her butt towards the toilet to give herself some space and placed her thumbs under the waistband of her unbuttoned pants. Frantically looking for the controls to change the camera, John seemed to randomly have picked a camera that was placed inside the toilet looking up. This camera was no doubt placed by Karl to get a good look at the intimates of his female co-workers, but right now John was missing some good action instead.
He paused the clip, clicked another button to land at the wall point of view once more where now Linda stood half-bent forward with her pants slid down just below her ass cheeks. He moved the time back a bit to make sure he would not miss Linda dropping her pants completely. For a moment he thought she pulled her panties down at the same time as her pants, but then he noticed she actually had no panties on in the first place. Linda did not seem to care for undergarments at all, it seemed to him. 'Or was she this horny purely because she went commando today?' Was the next thought that came to his mind.
Unable to care much longer for the unsolvable conundrum, John kept on looking at how Linda stepped out of her pants with one leg, turned around 180 degrees and spread her legs in the middle of the stall. As her one hand freed her other boob from the blouse, the lowest hand took again the two fingers and dipped it between her mound as to take up the wetness from inside. These fingers then proceeded to spread this wetness along the lips of her vulva, from her perineum all the way up to her clitoris. As soon as these fingers met up with the sensitive skin of the nerve bundle, she seemed to quiver and seemed **** to pinch her nipple.
The palm of her hand was clamping on to her mound as the two fingers went back-and-forth in a slight circular motion over her clit. She leaned back onto the stall door, forcing her hips slightly forward so that John could no see the show even more splendidly. Her other hand continuously kneading one of her boobs or sensitizing her nipples.
Suddenly her hand lowered and pulled her lips more apart as she widened her stance a bit more. Although her two fingering fingers had now-and-then traveled downwards to pick up more wetness, now they completely seemed to disappear inside her. John watched as she slowly started to press the fingers in, after which she just as slowly pulled them out again. She brought them up to her face and placed each one separately in her mouth, sucking the taste of them. Apparently highly aroused, she brought her hand down again and placed the fingers back inside. From that point on she was ramming them back-and-forth at the fastest pace she could muster, drilling herself with her own fingers. Her body reacted immediately and her chest started heaving heavily as her breath quickened. Although no sound seemed possible on the stream, John could just imagine the wet sounds that would come from such a **** moving in and out her pussy.
Suddenly she stopped and looked with wide eyes up towards the top of the door. Clearly she had heard someone come in during the solo love fest with her snatch. John tried the fourth camera option and to his delight he found that Karl had placed a camera up high in the toilets, so that you could look just above the stalls into the main area. Sure enough, there he saw Sarah moving into a stall and sitting down for a pee. This did not seem to bother Linda much, as she seemed to proceed to jill herself with her co-worker in the same room. Sure enough the fingers that she used to drill herself with again had ended up in her mouth, no doubt equally to taste her own wetness as well as to keep herself from moaning. The other hand however had resumed fingering her clitoris and the past action inside her pussy had clearly brought her quite close to the end.
While Sarah got up, went out of the stall and washed her hands, Linda started to show that her legs were giving in a bit under the sense of an approaching orgasm. Now that Sarah was leaving, Linda was mixing it up a bit and sat down on the toilet to rest her legs. Of course her hand never left her clitoris and was still working on the sensitive little knob. John moved the camera back to the in-bowl position and sure enough received a close up view of how wide her lips had opened. In between her saw little strands of white goo around her hole and he smirked from how hot she must have gotten from her own finger-fucking.
He watched her rubbing her clit for a couple of minutes before he saw that he paced slowed down. As he once again changed camera position from the top front viewpoint, he saw her clenched on the toilet for a few seconds, her legs pressed together as she was climaxing on her own fingers. This just brought John to the point that he had to fix his own boiling situation.
Swiftly he turned of the app and placed the pad at the same place Karl had placed it earlier. As he stepped out of the storage, clearly a bit sweating from what he had seen, he proceeded to march out of the office. At the end he remembered that Karl needed some words on this, but since he just felt like running to get work done on his own boner, he just called back at his co-worker. "I will let you know my findings later, Karl. For now, let us keep this between ourselves. You know what can happen if you do not keep it between us."

He did not even wait for a reply before marching down the hallway to the bathrooms of the men. Before he went in, he slightly opened the door to the ladies room a bit to get a good real-life view of what he had just seen. Fully loaded and ready, he marched into the bathrooms and picked a stall. Feeling no one was there, he pulled out his erect cock and a piece of paper and started stroking up and down in a kind of vigorous manner. In his mind the memories flashed back and forward between Linda hammering her two fingers inside her and Linda sitting on the toilet while using her fingers to massage her clit, covered in white wet grool.
Just before he came, the image launched before his internal vision was an imagined one where Linda was squatting before him and holding his cock instead. Her other hand still between her legs to massage her snatch.
As the thick ropes of cum came out, they did not went into a piece of paper, but instead were sent out flying all over her tits and blouse. Near the end, she positioned herself so that the last drops shot out across her face, covering her black glasses with thick cum. As his orgasm subsided, she pulled out her fingers from her pussy, scooped up some of his cum from her glasses and placed the fingers in her mouth to taste both flavors combined. As she smiled she said; "Tastes OK, boy. But next time I want to taste it directly from my pussy, you hear?" John smiled because of the inventions of his fantasy while he was cleaning up. Then he suddenly returned to real life and it dawned on him that he had to handle the situation with Karl.

Karl was sitting in his office, getting no work done at all the whole day. He had checked all the orders coming from John, as he wanted to be sure he would add no extra grievances to the list. Suddenly his PC gave a ping for a new mail. Half-heartily he looked at the screen to see who it was from, but shook up when he saw it was from the man that had caught him earlier that day, rubbing one out on the recording of one of his co-workers.
He had to read the mail twice to make sure he understood what John had really said to him.

• Hi Karl. As we talked about earlier, I guess it is time to get around to the modern age and enjoy all the wonders that it can bring... I understand now that using a pad such as yours can help me during my day-to-day activities. Please prepare one for me with the required apps and such to perform the tasks that we discussed today.
  I am sure we can make up an arrangement in such a way that we can make a system, so that we can operate most efficiently. Let us keep this project going between us two for the time being. Adding to the workforce will no doubt complicate things too much at this point and it is not required right now from my point of view. Best regards, John. -
  Karl smiled as he pulled up the website to order new hardware and placed one of the pads in his online basket. Of course he dodged the bullet there and should be way more careful from now on. But at least he was no longer alone.