A pandemic, and a quiet madness
As a newbie, I decided to update this thread on this boring megachate, which for some reason is called a forum. Although, there's nothing like a forum here. Everyone is limited to correspondence in individual chats. And I decided to enliven the topic with my story, of course, not the only one in my turbulent life, since I have had quite a lot of such stories with highlights throughout my life. But a rather unusual case occurred during the pandemic. The times of prohibitions, restrictions, despair and imprisonment in their own apartments. I've probably become even more depraved during this pandemic, if I may say so, than I was before it. At least, I didn't allow much in my behavior before her.
I, like many others, was imprisoned in my own apartment in a multi-storey building. Transferred to freelance. For the first half a month, I was even happy about what had happened. I am a fairly healthy person with a strong immune system, leading a healthy lifestyle. So, I was sure that the pandemic would not affect me. Working at home, at that moment, seemed to me the height of all desires.
But, already in the second month, without sex, the husband was stuck on a business trip abroad, and all that remained to do was to seduce him and himself on Skype by going naked and doing housework at his request.
Well, then, from complete idleness, and longing for the fact that everything was already boring, experiments began. I had a wild idea to sit half-dressed on my computer during work hours. Half-dressed to the waist. Not from above, but from below. I was so taken by it! I got to the point where I started masturbating during an online session with my colleagues. After a couple of days of this kind of work, it became the norm. Unprecedented intensity of sensations. I didn't even expect such a result from such unusual orgasms. Well, after my husband's wish, I started walking around the apartment naked, and the first pandemic summer was incredibly hot, it's not even worth talking about.
As soon as the daily online conference started, and it usually lasted three or four hours. I was wearing a bra and blouse in the corporate dress code style. I wasn't wearing anything else. The boss was nervous about freelancing. He always felt like his staff was messing around and he was paying his salary in vain. And so everyone, looking smart, sat in front of their laptops, with fourteen squares on the screen in which they looked at their colleagues, and idly searched for what had changed during the day in their room interior behind them, while portraying intense activity.
And then one day, in the heat of the conferences that were already beginning to bother me with their monotony and repetition, I somehow just lost control of the situation. I have a cat that dropped something loudly on the kitchen floor. And my first reaction was completely spontaneous and automatic, without a shadow of wondering what I was doing! I tell my colleagues: Excuse me for a moment! I abruptly get up from the table and run to the kitchen. And so it is! A vase of flowers on the floor. I frantically began to clean up everything in upset feelings and panic. And only when I finished everything, I REALIZED!!! How I've embarrassed myself! I had to go somewhere and sit down at the computer. How I did it, and what I suffered at that moment, I will not take up your time with a description. Stupidly, I apologized, fixed my hair, and asked to continue the conference. I barely made it to the end of the conference without ever looking at the video camera again.
Less than five minutes have passed. How the call came. A friend in hysterics, in a stunned tone, asks a question. Varya! Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? And continue in the same vein for at least five minutes. As a result, she told me what everyone had actually seen, including the director. And they saw, while I was getting out from behind the table, my magnificent bush of pubic hair, which was completely unkempt at that time due to the lack of need for this quarantine. And my equally luxurious drum with a crack while I was running to the kitchen. Since the laptop in the workplace neatly allowed me to see it as I moved from the room to the kitchen. Such a ridiculous story happened to me. The next conference was a real challenge. Everyone greeted me. Pretending that nothing happened yesterday. However, I noticed, or it just seemed to me that everyone was looking at me with unusual attention. After the greeting, the director said his daily, "Let's get started," and casually added. I understand that it is not easy for us to focus on our work in these conditions, but I would still ask you to be extremely attentive and focused on your work. Remote work also requires you to be well-coordinated and ready to work. Please prepare for work taking into account that you are not at your workplace in the office. It was clear to everyone who this speech was addressed to.
And, it would seem, a FOOL! Get ready! Stop fooling around! I've been thinking about what happened for a long time. And again, the little devil whispered. I didn't stop anything. And as if out of spite, she decided not to change anything. Of course, I no longer showed my charms to my colleagues. But, my exposure just provoked me to do more. If my colleagues saw me, it could be worse. That's what loneliness in a confined space brings!
I thought, may it all burn with blue flames! I stopped closing the windows with curtains. She went out on the balcony, ostensibly on business. I really can't say that I was noticed by anyone. Of course, with a friend from work, we discussed this corporate spotlight almost every day. We even started drinking wine online in the evenings via Skype. And she was always nagging me with this question, but how did you feel when you understood everything? We came up with all sorts of versions after that. And, here's the incident. She says, look! She gets up from the table, and there's nothing on her!
She told me that she's doing the same thing now that I am. That's what quarantine has brought us to. And, one day, after such an incendiary frank conversation, under the wine intoxication, I can not fall asleep. And there's only one thought in my head! What else could I do?
And then I remembered that I had once seen photos of women in an entrance hall on the Internet. Well, that's it! I got carried away! New entertainment! It all starts as if taking some height. First, going to the landing, then taking out the trash, then going to the first floor to get the mail on the fire escape. At first, I was looking for the reason. And it all ended with the usual absenteeism at the entrance around midnight, and then in the afternoon. I even got to the point where I started playing the game. Navigate the stairwells in the elevator opening areas. I know many people as good neighbors. And she tickled her nerves by being literally a few steps away from the landing when they were either waiting for the elevator or picking at the keys to open the door. I've heard them talking. It turned me on so much, it made my knees tremble.
There is nothing secret that becomes apparent. That's what happened to me. And strangely, it didn't happen in the middle of the day. And at the usual quiet time, around midnight. I already know the dynamics of the fuss in the entrance, calmly, without even particularly observing secrecy, I was just taking out the trash at that time. After throwing it out, I felt tobacco smoke. It always annoyed me. Someone was smoking on the fire escape landing recently. Well, what can I say here? I went up a couple of floors, opened a window, and went downstairs to open a window on the first floors. And of course, not really living, I ran down the stairs. And then, an emotional blow! There's a guy with a cigarette on the landing by the garbage chute!
There's no point in running back. Stupidly. Covering herself as best she could, she took a closer look. We know each other. We say hello when we meet. He does it with respect, addresses me as you. He considers me a strict respectable woman. Accordingly, that's how I behave. To emphasize their respectability and importance. As for me, a simple guy, closer to sixty. A quiet, polite, ordinary man waiting for retirement. And then there's such an embarrassment.
I just had to say hello guiltily. And, what to think? So, I'm in trouble! I decided to continue what I started. Walk past him and continue on to the lower floor as if nothing unusual had happened. Of course, he greeted me back, too. But in a completely different way, not the way he usually did when they met. There's a sarcastic smile on his face. And quite an expected question. What about my daughter? (I'm already with a respectable lady, I suddenly became a daughter!), is it bad in quarantine? Is there nothing else to do? Not enough extremes? I understand. He grunted. The manner in which the question was asked and the statement of fact surprised me. I had the nerve to blurt it out. What's it got to do with you? And stop smoking here. Do you see the ban notice hanging? I pointed at the piece of paper on the garbage disposal pipe. He just smiled back.
I was already running on, but I came to my senses in the middle of the flight of stairs. Where should I run to? Then go back? He's definitely not leaving. I returned to him on the landing, pointedly asked him to move over, and with the words, I couldn't breathe, I opened the window.
Brushing off the dust from my hands, pretending that nothing bothered me, I went up the stairs. And my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. He had already shouted something at my back about my courage and beautiful ass, and something about giving me a belt on it, and ended up wishing me not to get infected with Covid and take care of myself. I shouted back at him from the other landing. Bye! And stop smoking on the fire escape.
I will not write about the emotions I experienced, and then what I did at home in the shower. Everything comes to an end. Quarantine, too. It was interesting to cross paths with him after that. Our relationship has changed. The first time we just smiled when we met. My respectability is gone, of course. And the next time we met, we talked about all sorts of little things, usually about when iconic people meet. I asked him to keep everything that happened on the fire escape a secret. He smiled and promised me something beautiful. And for him, I remained a daughter after that incident. He didn't call me anything else when we met, but now I respectfully greeted him by name.
I, like many others, was imprisoned in my own apartment in a multi-storey building. Transferred to freelance. For the first half a month, I was even happy about what had happened. I am a fairly healthy person with a strong immune system, leading a healthy lifestyle. So, I was sure that the pandemic would not affect me. Working at home, at that moment, seemed to me the height of all desires.
But, already in the second month, without sex, the husband was stuck on a business trip abroad, and all that remained to do was to seduce him and himself on Skype by going naked and doing housework at his request.
Well, then, from complete idleness, and longing for the fact that everything was already boring, experiments began. I had a wild idea to sit half-dressed on my computer during work hours. Half-dressed to the waist. Not from above, but from below. I was so taken by it! I got to the point where I started masturbating during an online session with my colleagues. After a couple of days of this kind of work, it became the norm. Unprecedented intensity of sensations. I didn't even expect such a result from such unusual orgasms. Well, after my husband's wish, I started walking around the apartment naked, and the first pandemic summer was incredibly hot, it's not even worth talking about.
As soon as the daily online conference started, and it usually lasted three or four hours. I was wearing a bra and blouse in the corporate dress code style. I wasn't wearing anything else. The boss was nervous about freelancing. He always felt like his staff was messing around and he was paying his salary in vain. And so everyone, looking smart, sat in front of their laptops, with fourteen squares on the screen in which they looked at their colleagues, and idly searched for what had changed during the day in their room interior behind them, while portraying intense activity.
And then one day, in the heat of the conferences that were already beginning to bother me with their monotony and repetition, I somehow just lost control of the situation. I have a cat that dropped something loudly on the kitchen floor. And my first reaction was completely spontaneous and automatic, without a shadow of wondering what I was doing! I tell my colleagues: Excuse me for a moment! I abruptly get up from the table and run to the kitchen. And so it is! A vase of flowers on the floor. I frantically began to clean up everything in upset feelings and panic. And only when I finished everything, I REALIZED!!! How I've embarrassed myself! I had to go somewhere and sit down at the computer. How I did it, and what I suffered at that moment, I will not take up your time with a description. Stupidly, I apologized, fixed my hair, and asked to continue the conference. I barely made it to the end of the conference without ever looking at the video camera again.
Less than five minutes have passed. How the call came. A friend in hysterics, in a stunned tone, asks a question. Varya! Are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? And continue in the same vein for at least five minutes. As a result, she told me what everyone had actually seen, including the director. And they saw, while I was getting out from behind the table, my magnificent bush of pubic hair, which was completely unkempt at that time due to the lack of need for this quarantine. And my equally luxurious drum with a crack while I was running to the kitchen. Since the laptop in the workplace neatly allowed me to see it as I moved from the room to the kitchen. Such a ridiculous story happened to me. The next conference was a real challenge. Everyone greeted me. Pretending that nothing happened yesterday. However, I noticed, or it just seemed to me that everyone was looking at me with unusual attention. After the greeting, the director said his daily, "Let's get started," and casually added. I understand that it is not easy for us to focus on our work in these conditions, but I would still ask you to be extremely attentive and focused on your work. Remote work also requires you to be well-coordinated and ready to work. Please prepare for work taking into account that you are not at your workplace in the office. It was clear to everyone who this speech was addressed to.
And, it would seem, a FOOL! Get ready! Stop fooling around! I've been thinking about what happened for a long time. And again, the little devil whispered. I didn't stop anything. And as if out of spite, she decided not to change anything. Of course, I no longer showed my charms to my colleagues. But, my exposure just provoked me to do more. If my colleagues saw me, it could be worse. That's what loneliness in a confined space brings!
I thought, may it all burn with blue flames! I stopped closing the windows with curtains. She went out on the balcony, ostensibly on business. I really can't say that I was noticed by anyone. Of course, with a friend from work, we discussed this corporate spotlight almost every day. We even started drinking wine online in the evenings via Skype. And she was always nagging me with this question, but how did you feel when you understood everything? We came up with all sorts of versions after that. And, here's the incident. She says, look! She gets up from the table, and there's nothing on her!
She told me that she's doing the same thing now that I am. That's what quarantine has brought us to. And, one day, after such an incendiary frank conversation, under the wine intoxication, I can not fall asleep. And there's only one thought in my head! What else could I do?
And then I remembered that I had once seen photos of women in an entrance hall on the Internet. Well, that's it! I got carried away! New entertainment! It all starts as if taking some height. First, going to the landing, then taking out the trash, then going to the first floor to get the mail on the fire escape. At first, I was looking for the reason. And it all ended with the usual absenteeism at the entrance around midnight, and then in the afternoon. I even got to the point where I started playing the game. Navigate the stairwells in the elevator opening areas. I know many people as good neighbors. And she tickled her nerves by being literally a few steps away from the landing when they were either waiting for the elevator or picking at the keys to open the door. I've heard them talking. It turned me on so much, it made my knees tremble.
There is nothing secret that becomes apparent. That's what happened to me. And strangely, it didn't happen in the middle of the day. And at the usual quiet time, around midnight. I already know the dynamics of the fuss in the entrance, calmly, without even particularly observing secrecy, I was just taking out the trash at that time. After throwing it out, I felt tobacco smoke. It always annoyed me. Someone was smoking on the fire escape landing recently. Well, what can I say here? I went up a couple of floors, opened a window, and went downstairs to open a window on the first floors. And of course, not really living, I ran down the stairs. And then, an emotional blow! There's a guy with a cigarette on the landing by the garbage chute!
There's no point in running back. Stupidly. Covering herself as best she could, she took a closer look. We know each other. We say hello when we meet. He does it with respect, addresses me as you. He considers me a strict respectable woman. Accordingly, that's how I behave. To emphasize their respectability and importance. As for me, a simple guy, closer to sixty. A quiet, polite, ordinary man waiting for retirement. And then there's such an embarrassment.
I just had to say hello guiltily. And, what to think? So, I'm in trouble! I decided to continue what I started. Walk past him and continue on to the lower floor as if nothing unusual had happened. Of course, he greeted me back, too. But in a completely different way, not the way he usually did when they met. There's a sarcastic smile on his face. And quite an expected question. What about my daughter? (I'm already with a respectable lady, I suddenly became a daughter!), is it bad in quarantine? Is there nothing else to do? Not enough extremes? I understand. He grunted. The manner in which the question was asked and the statement of fact surprised me. I had the nerve to blurt it out. What's it got to do with you? And stop smoking here. Do you see the ban notice hanging? I pointed at the piece of paper on the garbage disposal pipe. He just smiled back.
I was already running on, but I came to my senses in the middle of the flight of stairs. Where should I run to? Then go back? He's definitely not leaving. I returned to him on the landing, pointedly asked him to move over, and with the words, I couldn't breathe, I opened the window.
Brushing off the dust from my hands, pretending that nothing bothered me, I went up the stairs. And my heart seemed to jump out of my chest. He had already shouted something at my back about my courage and beautiful ass, and something about giving me a belt on it, and ended up wishing me not to get infected with Covid and take care of myself. I shouted back at him from the other landing. Bye! And stop smoking on the fire escape.
I will not write about the emotions I experienced, and then what I did at home in the shower. Everything comes to an end. Quarantine, too. It was interesting to cross paths with him after that. Our relationship has changed. The first time we just smiled when we met. My respectability is gone, of course. And the next time we met, we talked about all sorts of little things, usually about when iconic people meet. I asked him to keep everything that happened on the fire escape a secret. He smiled and promised me something beautiful. And for him, I remained a daughter after that incident. He didn't call me anything else when we met, but now I respectfully greeted him by name.
