Slowly

You resolutely **** yourself to ignore how incredibly horny you are and try to concentrate on work. It is only partially successful. You do manage to get a few things done, but not to the standard you would usually expect. As the hands on the clock creep round towards the end of the day, your mind is drawn inexorably back to the events of last night and the fact that they have been preserved online for anybody to watch. Not knowing how long it will be before your landlord permits you to make love to your girlfriend again just makes matters worse.

Each interaction with a colleague has you wondering whether they have seen you in the throes of passion and imagining them watching your next supervised tryst. Diana seems a little distracted herself, but nowhere near as much as you. At the end of the day, you feel dissatisfied with your efforts. Under normal circumstances, you would work late, until you were happy with what you achieved, but quite apart from your commitments this evening, in your current state you do not see how you will do any better. A cold shower, a good night's rest and a fresh start in the morning are probably your best chance of getting back on track.

Accordingly, you call a halt bang on time, save your work and tell everybody to go home. Most are only to happy to leave off until tomorrow, but a couple express their intention to finish their current tasks first. As team leader, you feel honour bound to be the last one out, but Diana says she will get the groceries and meet you at home. It feels strange to call your new flat home already, but really, home is wherever she is.

Thankfully, the stragglers finish quite quickly and you swiftly follow suit, hurrying out of the building before anybody can think to give you an end of day inspection. You push down the urge to add a rule to the Rulebook that every female employee of suitable age should receive an intimate examination every time they leave the building. That might be a possibility for the future, but you need to get used to the consequences of your most recent changes, first.

The other groups in the department are finishing at about the same time as you and you find yourself in a packed lift down to the foyer. You are spared the need for conversation though, since nearly everybody is staring into the screen of their mobile device. You try not to imagine them watching you just as avidly this evening, unpacking in the nude.

The bus is waiting at the stop when you arrive, allowing you to join on the tail end of the queue waiting to board. It is standing room only for the first couple of stops and after that, it seems hardly worth taking a seat for the rest of the journey, so you continue to stand, staring out of the window and thinking about the future. Although it is relatively unfamiliar, you easily recognize your stop and alight with a smile on your face and a spring in your step. Anybody watching might think you were looking forward to stripping off for an unseen audience. Anybody watching would be right.

You nearly run the last few steps to your front door and and quickly divest yourself of your clothing before entering the living area, swaying your hips for the cameras as you strut over to the first half-empty box. You hope the resolution of the video feed is not good enough to discern the shimmer of your arousal on your lower lips.

You make a good start, following your girlfriend's suggestion of just putting your things anywhere they will fit for now. You have done the kitchen stuff and just finished putting your clothes in the wardrobe (using more than half the available space, unfortunately), when you hear a knock on the door. You rush over and fling open the door to let your girlfriend in, but the joke about already forgetting her keys dies on your lips when you see who is actually there.