#ItDoesn’tChafe

Part II

Max was in her office, when her phone pinged with the familiar sound of the Furbo notifications. As she unlocked the phone, she saw a notification of a person having been identified in the bedroom. They had the whole house littered with Furbos, so they could keep an eye on the dogs and get notifications as and when necessary, in case of emergencies and whatnot.

Knowing full well that it was probably Ronnie going to sleep, Max still couldn’t suppress the urge to check in on her. She opened the app and started in the living room, switched to the kitchen and saw no dogs and no signs of life at all. Ronnie’s laptop was still open on the kitchen counter, playing something. The treadmill was off.

Max switched to the bedroom and saw Ronnie sleeping peacefully as she did, curled with her nose into her large teddy, with his legs stuck between her own. The dogs were sprawled around the bed and two of them were sleeping against her back. Just as she was about to turn the app off, she saw Ronnie bucking her hips ever so gently into the bear. And now that she paid attention she saw that Ronnie’s body and face were pearly with a sheen of sweat.

Max swallowed and checked if her office door was closed and the blinds to the hallway were closed. They were. She still stood up and went and locked the door. Her gaze never left her phone’s screen. As she sat down, she slid her hand down her skirt from the top and gently tickled the triangle of hair above her pussy. She saw Ronnie was breathing in a relaxed rhythm. The hip buck hadn’t been an overture to her regular escapades with her bear. It was so hot to look at. Her sense of shame. And love. And utter abandon when her orgasm hit and wracked through her body.

Max was slightly disappointed when her favorite voyeuristic delight didn’t play out. She switched to the activity recordings and scrolled back through time, following Ronnie’s exploits as she’d gone to the bedroom. Quite wobbly legged. Max focused a bit, worried, that the low blood pressure episodes were back again. But then she saw Ronnie’s flushed face and her panting. That was not low blood pressure related! She only looked like that.. after an orgasm! That minx!

Max suddenly felt a lot less guilty about spying on her girlfriend and started scrolling back to find out what had been going on. She stood up from her comfy office chair and dropped her skirt and silky panties on the floor with practiced ease. Before she lowered her hand, she sucked on her finger, wetting and lubricating it in the process. Not that lubrication was necessary. She was already leaving small drips on the chair.

She saw a fifteen second clip of Ronnie, where she started gently kneading her breast and playing with her nipple. She put her own hand on her own breast, kneading it in sync unconsciously with what she saw happening on screen. Max lent back and stretched her legs and then splayed one over the armrest to get better access.

She heard the intro song of the soft core porn movie they’d downloaded and had a couple of laughs about earlier this week. So that’s what was going on. Ronnie was getting off whilst on the treadmill to soft core porn. And Max realised. She was doing the same. In a comfy office chair, watching her girlfriend frig her self off, whilst frigging her self off. What’s the word again? Inception?

She smiled at her own silliness and then focused on Ronnie again. When she got closer to her orgasm, Max noticed that she’d dip her finger in deeper. She wasn’t sure what she was doing as it’d cause her to bend over and the camera angle was from the side and back, so she couldn’t see what was happening in the front. As she bent over a final time, she squeaked cutely as she did, suppressing full on porn sounds and stayed bent over exhaling and trembling through her orgasm.

Her head was between her arms, as she was bent forward and Max could hear her laugh, telling the dogs to leave her for a second as she needed to catch her breath. Her voice was so sultry. Max’ own clit throbbed with need. She was so close. As Ronnie collected the dogs and left the kitchen, Max followed her through the app, through the different cameras. And when she curled into the teddy as she did, Max couldn’t contain herself any longer and the dam burst.

Her legs spasmed involuntarily as she felt fluids gushing out. She would definitely need to clean the chair afterwards. She didn’t care exactly currently though. The thumping sensation in her lower abdomen was taking up all her attention. Her eyes rolled up and back and she started gliding off the chair, not able to lock her knees or strain against the floor. She was totally limp. An ecstatic smile was painted on her face.

It took a while for her to get her breathing back under control. And then crawl back on the chair. And then off it again, as it was a wet mess. Max rifled through her desk and fortunately found a box of Kleenex that could help get the worst of the fluids soaked up. She was thinking of how to air it out without making it apparent. She could spill some tea on it, but decided against it. She simply switched seats and took the less comfortable chair reserved for visitors across her desk and hoped her own would be dry by tomorrow. Would the cleaning crew recognise the scent? She hoped not.

(Continued in part III)