>Octavia: :) sure, sounds like fun...
The video restarts and she is back, live, but facing away from the camera. Her bra is on but undone, hanging open at the back. She turns and flashes some deep cleavage before turning to the side and letting the bra fall off the shoulder, dangling to the front before she gives it a shrug and lets it fall to the floor. It's a great profile, showing the generous swell and peak of her breasts from the side before she turns her back to the camera, always the tease.
A quick turn with her arms crossed in front, then back again. Now she lifts her arms and turns slowly, dancing her way around and loudly and proudly showing off her beautiful tits. She leans them in till they fill the screen then backs away again and turns around until I can see a 3/4 length shot of her back from the top of her head to mid-thigh, highlighting the sexy gold back of the g-string as she dances to music I cannot hear.
Then she stops, sets herself and jumps in and spins to face the camera giving a full shot of the front of the sheer white panties and the next puzzle written on them. She freezes there again leaving me with a delicious freeze frame and a devious puzzle all at once.
I glance up from my laptop, realising it's gone quiet in the room. I've been mesmerised by my screen for who knows how long, and the room is almost deserted. I check my watch and realise the lunch break has started, and I was too busy to notice.
I move to get up and realise my watching has had a noticeable effect on me, and standing up could be slightly embarrassing just at this moment. I adjust and tuck things away before messaging a quick note to Octavia.
>Me: BBS. Out to lunch.
>Octavia: I'll be here waiting. If you can unlock my panties' puzzle.
I decide to take a photo of the puzzle so I can work on it over lunch. At a glance, it's just a mess of circles, squares and triangles that are oddly pointing down... I pack up my laptop and race off to see if there is any lunch left. I grab a tray and find a seat on my own. I'll probably get in trouble with the boss for not networking, but between the option of that and staring at Octavia's puzzling panties, it's a tough sell.
I pour over the puzzle as I eat, half the time staring at the puzzle patterns, the other half lusting over the shape and curve of the pussy underneath. She's clearly enjoying herself too as she's a little damp, with the material between her legs almost transparent. I can almost smell her, the image is that vivid and I really struggle with the puzzle.
2 triangles, 2 squares, 2 circles
3 squares, 3 circles, 3 triangles
4 circles, 4 triangles, 4 squares
The numbers are increasing each line, and there's a pattern to the shapes, but as I stare at it, they all blur and I'm just left lusting after the one big triangle they are all written on...
Okay, focus... They are rotating each time. So it must be:
>Me: 5 triangles, 5 squares, 5 circles
> Octavia: Nice try Mr Obvious. But where were we?
Where were we? I was at a stupid seminar, and now I need to go back to the last session. She was at home.
I grab my stuff and head back to the auditorium.
Where were we? Wait, what was the previous answer... It was 69, and she said that "sounds like fun". If we were 69ing, I'd be reading her panties up the other way... That explains why the triangles were looking odd, they were upside-down! I slide back into my seat and fire off the answer/.
>Me: 1 circle, 1 triangle, 1 square!
>Octavia: :)
Octavia restarts the video call but now she's sitting back on the chair with her fluffy bathrobe on, and a cocktail in hand. She waves, takes a languid sip, swallows and then blows me a kiss. She leans in close to the camera, the top of the robe falling away to show her gorgeous tits and that her stomach is now scrubbed clean.
She then has another sip and places the almost empty cocktail right in front of the laptop so that it mostly occludes the view of her body from the waist down. She has set this up beautifully so I can see everything but her panties, which are distorted behind the triangle shape of the martini glass. She blows me another kiss, then slides the hand down her belly and behind the glass.
The robe has been thrown back completely and she touches her breast with her free hand. Then she slides that hand down too, hooks the sides of the panties and bucks, sliding the panties off over her knees. Now the image through the glass has turned from a distorted white triangle to a distorted skin tone. I can see her hand moving, and I know she's exploring herself, I can see the look of combined concentration and pleasure on her face.
It's going to be a long afternoon and a slow flight home, but when I get there...
