Spoilt for choice

You had so much you wanted to do with her and even if you did nothing, you could see her squirming as just the thought of you watching her when she couldn’t see was doing enough for her that anything else would multiply whatever she was feeling.

Putting her in the chair was your first thought but you felt that limited what you could do, instead looking over to her desk and having an idea flash through your mind.

You left Grace to stand there in the centre of the room and silently cleared off what little was on her desk, knowing she could likely hear you moving anyway while her hearing was a sense she had to rely on more.

Her laptop and a few other items were all that needed to be moved out of the way so you were back standing to her side pretty quickly, taking the time to let your eyes wander her body before you spoke up.

“How long do you think It would have taken you if I were to have left the room?” you asked, letting her imagination take over like she had with you.

“Oh god don’t even suggest that” she replied, her legs buckling slightly at the thought.

“I guess you would have heard the door unlock. Or maybe you wouldn’t have? Maybe I've already unlocked it and you don’t even know. The door could be wide open and anyone could just walk in to see you. Would you want to be stood there or maybe you could be somewhere else? Somewhere where they could get a better view of you?” you said, using that moment to put yourself closer so you could take her hand to guide her.

You gently pulled her towards the desk and she lingered at first, the idea that you had planted in her head now one that she couldn’t get rid of. You directed her to sit on her desk and once she got her bearings of where she was in the room, you had her lie down, using some of her clothes as a pillow for her to rest her head on.

The desk wasn’t long enough for her to lie flat so you had her put her knees up, spreading her legs close to the edge so she still couldn’t hide anything from your view.

You let your fingers gently caress along her skin as you circled the table, keeping your touch light and only barely making contact with her. Grace had gone straight to kissing before but now that you had cum, your willpower had returned and it felt like you could take as long as you wanted teasing her without getting bored.

That however would likely stop being interesting to Grace at some point so you didn’t plan on sticking with the same tactics, putting more pressure into your fingers and letting them get closer towards her more sensitive areas.

With one final loop of the table, circling her nipples before then using a hand to push her legs open wider, you could see how wet she was and knew now was the time to do something that she would love. You had kept track of where you had left your phone and reached to grab it when you got close enough, not needing the KDK on it for once.

“You seemed to be thinking about Emma a lot before. I’m sure she would have liked to see the pictures of me but I think she would especially love to see what you look like now. How about we take a few…” you suggested, not giving her time to react before you took a picture on your phone.

You deliberately left the shutter sound on and with a satisfying click, you immediately got a reaction out of her as the photo went straight to your gallery. She went to close her legs on instinct before deciding not to and left them where they were, snapping her head in the direction of where she thought the sound was coming from.

“Hey, I didn’t get to actually take any photos of you” she pouted, straightening herself out and posing more deliberately now that she knew there was a camera involved.

“I’m not the one who loves looking like a slut for the camera…” you shot back, another click adding more fuel to the fire.

You expected her to keep pouting after your comment but rather than get the witty reply like you thought, you heard her mutter under her breath.

“God I am your slut” she whispered.

You hadn’t expected her to fold as easily and the fact that she had said that without you prompting her was music to your ears. If she was letting you take as many pictures as you wanted while acting more submissive than usual, you weren’t going to waste the opportunity.

You started directing her and getting her to pose before every shot after that and the click of the camera only seemed to speed up her breathing as you got to watch the rise and fall of her chest.

It started off with some tamer shots by your standards, asking her to stick out her tongue or cup her tits with her hands. After that, you could feel yourself getting hard again and the shots started getting more adventurous now that you were able to more proactively join in. You had her tilt her head to the side so you could press your erection against her lips, the next shot had a line of her spit connecting to your cock with her mouth wide open, looking like she desperately wanted it back. Back where it belonged right in front of her.

More and more followed until you had her raise her legs in the air and spread her pussy with her fingers, showing off how wet she was and stopping her from playing with herself just to keep her on edge. The full body shot was something you had never expected her to agree on and you could only feel yourself wanting to do more.

An idea came to mind and you wanted to check straight away if you had what you needed to hand. You had seen markers on Grace’s desk and after making sure they could be erased with only water, your mind came to life with a whole new set of ideas.

“You’ve gone quiet again” Grace asked cautiously, feeling like you had someone new planned for her.

“...You had some markers on your desk. Not permanent. We could take some great photos” you told her.

Even if you considered doing this as a surprise, it felt like a step too far not to tell her about something like this. Even if you didn’t tell her, it might take her a moment to notice what you were doing and by the time she did, you might have gone too far.

Her hands were caressing her inner thighs as you had stopped her from getting any closer to her pussy but she slowed down her movements, wanting to think of an answer but still getting too excited to fully stop.

“What if people see before I can wash it off?” she asked, the closest shower at the gym requiring her to go out in public.

“I’ll stick to where your clothes would be” you replied, limiting what could be your canvas but for a very good reason.

“...What would you write?” she asked, bringing a smile to your face when you knew she had already made up her mind.