Some time ago, I met an old friend out having a drink just by chance. As we chatted, he let slip the reason why he hadn't been around.
He works as an electrician, and while renovating a couple's home some time ago, he found the house had hidden cameras throughout the house. They were old but still working, and sure they hadn't been put there by the new owners. He traced the wiring back to the main junction box, then installed a wifi transmitter and linked it to the couple's internet hub. He now had access to the cameras and watching the couple had become an obsession.
Having mixed feelings about what he had told me, I was overly curious to see what the fascination was. So I plied him with more and more drinks to get him d*unk as an excuse to take him home, knowing he wouldn't resist showing me the cameras.
Once back at his, he was more than eager to open his laptop and show me what he spends most of his time watching. Being d*unk, he couldn't type very well, so I said I'd log on if he gave me the passwords, which he did without question. I wrote all the information down, including the couple's address and phone number. He then went through each of the cameras and their location. We then spent a few hours staring at the couple sleeping for no reason. Sadly without sound on any of the cameras.
A few days passed, and being bored one evening, I logged into the cameras. Having seen the couple only sleeping, I was surprised they were in their early forties with a young child. All three were in the living room watching tv. I made a cup of coffee, then sat back to see how their evening played out. It was boring until the child went to bed, and the couple were alone.
An hour had passed since their child had gone to bed, and the gentleman began stroking the woman's leg. He kept this up for some time, then suddenly spread her legs and began to pleasure her orally. I watched as she writhed on the sofa as he got her to orgasm. Then he got up and left the room. Unsure of where he had gone, I flick through the cameras to find him climbing into bed.
The woman, now alone downstairs, appeared to be crying on the sofa. She then made her way upstairs to bed after about twenty minutes.
Within a few months, I logged on most nights of the week to see what the couple was doing. I had gotten to know their routine at night. I would say I got a good insight into their relationship, which was loveless, save for the occasional oral sex the gentleman would perform on the woman. I presumed to keep her happy, but that was far from the truth.
I could now see why my mate was obsessed with viewing the cameras.
Another few months passed, and I'm now feeling sorry for this young woman. I felt helpless, wanting to reach out and didn't know how or if she would respond favourably. Also, the fact how did I know what she was going through?
After a silly accident at work, I was signed off for a week to rest up. You can imagine sitting around bored. My first thought was to log into the cameras. To my surprise, the young woman was at home reading a magazine. I didn't know if she worked, as I'd never logged on during the day before. She looked as bored as I was as she flicked through a magazine and then did some cleaning.
It was pretty much the same routine for the whole week. No one seemed to call around to visit. The young woman's life seemed dull, only interrupted by the occasional shopping trips and the odd short phone call.
There was that one surprising afternoon when the young woman suddenly spread her legs and began to masturbate while looking at a picture in a magazine.
While back at work, my mind was still wrestling with what the young woman was going through. The ways I could help her or at least brighten up her dull days while at home. I finally thought of a plan but didn't know if she'd accept it. It was kind of perverted, but I had made up my mind. I set about gathering all the things needed to make it work.
I put in for a two-week holiday, which was when I planned to set in motion my plan.
It was Monday morning. I'm in my car close to the couple's house. I watch as the young woman leaves to take her child to school. I quickly go to the house and place a well-wrapped box on the doorstep. I then quickly jump back into my car and head off home. Hoping that I arrive before she gets back from the school run.
I ran into my house, throwing my coat onto the sofa, eager to see her reaction to finding the present. Sitting down at my laptop, I flicked through the cameras to find her in the kitchen with the box. The box was on the countertop, and she was looking through draws.
Now with scissors in hand, she turned to the box and began to cut the tape holding the paper. Once she removed the wrapping paper, she carefully folded the paper and set it aside. Slowly she removed the lid from the box, then jumped back in fright at what I had placed inside.
Three toys lay before her, a Purple Rampant Rabbit, A life-size Penis shaped Vibrator and a tiny wand, small enough to fit in a purse.
The young woman suddenly left the kitchen and returned with the house phone. I so wished there was sound to hear what was said. Though, she did look calm and smiled at one point.
Once the call was over, she placed the phone on the worktop, the lid back on the box, and then threw it into a cupboard. For the rest of the day, it was the same cleaning routine. Then a cuppa to read a magazine before resuming her work. She would stare at the cupboard where she had thrown the box while the kettle boiled. I hoped, pondering on whether to get the toys out or not. Alas, it was not to be, as it was getting close now to fetching her child from school.
It's Nine Thirty the following morning, and I switch on my laptop to see if the young woman has returned from taking her son to school. To my surprise, the young woman is on the sofa with a cuppa, staring at the box of toys. The box is in front of her on the coffee table in arm's reach.
Twenty minutes pass before she suddenly grabs the box and hurries to the kitchen. She presses down on the peddle of the bin but then stops.
My heart a flutter, unsure of what she is about to do with the box. She stands by the bin with the box in hand, then turns and throws it back into the cupboard.
I let out a sigh, knowing she didn't throw them away. But will she throw them another day was the question? Thoughts of what I could do to prevent her from doing it ran through my head.
Nervously I reached for my phone. I flipped through the settings and clicked on the, Hide caller ID. My hands quivered as I entered their phone number, and I hesitated for a moment before pressing call.
I watched my laptop nervously as I listened to the phone ringing. The young woman then left the kitchen, and I heard her voice for the first time saying, "Hello?"
I flick to the living room camera to see the young woman with the phone in her hand.
Trying not to sound nervous, I say, "Good morning Mrs Simson. I'm enquiring if you found the package left for you the other morning?"
"Who is this?" she replied angrily.
"Telling you who I am would negate blocking my caller ID so you can call me... Harry." I replied, quite pleased with myself for thinking of that response on the spot.
I heard a click of the phone being hanging up. I looked at my laptop screen to see the young woman throw the handset onto the sofa. The phone bounced off the cushions a few times, but she quickly picked it up again. Standing there with the phone to her ear and seemed to scream down the phone. Not having sound was infuriating.
She did seem to calm down quickly before sitting on the sofa with her head in her hand. She must have hung up on them as she placed the phone on her lap.
Then a few moments later, she headed into the kitchen, then started to go through the cupboards before pulling out a bottle of wine. Opening another cupboard door grabbed a large wine glass, which she placed next to the bottle. With a twist of her wrist, the bottle was open, and she poured the wine into the glass. She then downed the wine she had poured and returned the bottle to the cupboard.
I quickly redialed her number and waited as it rang. I watch as she picks the phone up and hear the click of it connecting.
"Yes." the young woman said sternly.
"Mrs Simson, I only need to know if you enjoyed the gifts?" I ask.
"Who are you? Why would you send people such things?" she asked angrily.
"I'm sorry if they have upset you. It was not my intention, I assure you. But I have seen you about looking down and thought they would bring you some happiness, if for a brief moment." I replied.
"What makes you think those things would make me happy?" she asked condescendingly.
"If you have them handy, I will explain," I replied while looking at the screen to see what she did next.
There is a brief pause, and I look on as she reaches into the cupboard and pulls out the box.
"Explain yourself then?" she demands.
"Do you have the toys with you?" I ask, trying not to give away that I can see she does.
"Yes," she replied.
"Are you seated? You will need to be seated." I say in the hope that she will follow what I'm about to suggest.
I watch as the young woman walks into the living room and sits on the sofa.
"Ok, I'm sitting down. Now, what do you have to say for yourself." I hear her bark down the phone.
"If you remove the purple toy from the box, you will notice a small raised button on the handle. Do you see it?" I ask as I watch to see what she does on my screen.
She flicks the lid off the box and pulls the purple Rabbit out. She turns it about in her hand until she sees the button.
"I see it. Now what?" she asks, sounding calmer and intrigued.
"Press the button once, and it'll turn on. Press it again, and it will vibrate faster. A third time and that's its fastest speed. A fourth press will turn it off. So press it once for now." I ask as I hear a buzz from the toy down the phone.
"Oh, My!" I hear her say in surprise.
"Good, you have it turned on. Now gently place it between your legs." I said softly.
"What?" came her reply.
"Place it between your legs gently. Just for a few moments to see if you enjoy it?" I ask.
I stare at my screen to see if she follows my instructions. But she hesitates as she holds the buzzing toy in her hand. Her legs spread, and she places the toy slowly between her legs.
She throws her head onto the back of the sofa, and her legs widen as she slowly slides her bum forward.
"Does that feel good?" I ask.
"Yes", she gasped excitedly.
"Slowly move it around", I said softly, trying to hide my excitement at what was unfolding before my eyes.
She did as I commanded, and I could hear her breathing faster with the occasional gasp as the toy passed over her clit. I let her enjoy the sensation for some time, trying to think what I could get her to do next.
It was obvious by now that she needed to lie down as holding the phone and playing with herself was increasingly difficult.
"I want you to take off any clothing you have on so the toy can touch your bare skin. Then lay down, put the phone on speaker, and place it close to your ear." I once again commanded.
The young woman got up from the sofa, unzipped the dress she had on and let it fall to the floor. Then removed her panties and lay on the sofa once more. One foot was on the floor, the other against the back of the sofa, allowing her legs to spread wide apart. She then placed the phone by her ear. She gasped as the toy touched her now naked skin, and she began to move it about slowly.
"Does that feel better?" I ask.
"God, yes!" she gasped.
I leaned back in my chair to enjoy the view of her playing with herself. I listened to her moan and gasp on the phone as she enjoyed herself.
I was sure she was getting close to having an orgasm. Should I allow her to continue the way she was, or should I get her to do more?
"Now I want you to put the Rabbit inside you. I want you to fuck yourself with it." I demanded.
She did as I requested, her back arched up as she vigorously fucked herself with both hands grasping the Rabbit. Her groans and moans became louder. All I had to do now was wait for the Inevitable.
I heard her let out a deep groan as her body began to stiffen. She lay motionless for a moment, then began to shake uncontrollably.
"OH FUCK!" she cried out down the phone.
She then lay motionless for some time, gasping for air. She finally composed herself and reached for the phone.
"Are you still there?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes. Wasn't that more enjoyable than what you normally do during the day?" I ask.
There was a pause before she replied, "Yes".
"I will phone you again tomorrow, and we can play again", I said before hanging up the phone before she could reply. |
