2 comments/ 54362 views/ 12 favorites Computer Problems By: Georgepat As I have told you, I sometimes am asked to work on people's computers. Most of my clients are women and most of the time, when showed to their computers, I find them in their bedrooms. On this particular day I was traveling to Arnolds Valley, about 40 miles from my house. I was to work on a lady's computer that she said was locking up all the time and that, when it did work, she could not get to her pictures or the programs to work on them. I arrived and rang her doorbell. She came to the door and let me in after establishing that I was who I said I was. She told me that a friend of hers had recommended me to her and thanked me for traveling all this way to help fix her problem. I told her it was no big deal and that I was glad to be able to help her. She told me that she kept her computer in her bedroom and hoped that I didn't mind a little mess. She had worked the night shift last night and hadn't been to sleep yet because I was coming over. I told her to fire her machine up then let me start to see what was wrong with it. After it was up and running, I took over the controls. She sat behind me and a little to the side on her bed so she could see what I was doing. The first thing I always do is to check the history. No real reason except you can find out someone's internet viewing habits and the things they are into, very quickly, plus I was just fucking nosey. I was amazed by what she had in her history. All kinds of porno sites like "Big Cocks," "The Hun," "Female Ejaculation," "Monster Cocks for Tiny Twats," "Dangerous Dongs" and many more. I didn't think she could read what I was seeing from the distance she was from me, and I sure didn't comment on them either. Let me stop here for a moment to describe her to you. She was about 45 and 5'6 or so, short brown hair, green eyes, a little on the fleshy side, maybe 150 pounds, and her face was not unattractive. She was wearing a pair of shorts with really large leg openings and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. She had a pleasant smile and nice looking teeth. I finally found the problem with her system after about 30 minutes and fixed it for her. She wanted to make sure that it was going to work for her so she asked me to try and open her pictures. She grabbed a chair and sat it beside me, and then she sort of laughed and told me not to be embarrassed when I did. I asked what she meant by that. She told me that she had no life outside of work. No boyfriends now and she had split up with her live-in boyfriend last year for running around on her and she didn't have any prospects at the moment. She told me that she was just plain lonely for male companionship. (I don't know why but a lot of my clients talk to me like this, like I was some kind of father confessor or something.) I nodded my head in understanding and started opening her files. I found her photos quickly and again I was amazed. She had folder after folder, all labeled by what was inside. Lots of pics of cocks, of course, and also photos of women with their legs spread wide open. There were folders of women with very large tits and some with very small ones. She had folders with photos of large clits that looked like small cocks. I think you get the picture LOL. There were also two folders labeled "my photos." I clicked on one of these quickly before she said anything and there she was in all, and I mean all, of her glory. I turned to look at her and she had turned beet red and was holding her hands to her face. She told me she had forgotten all about those photos. That her boyfriend had taken them one night and that afterwards was probably the last time she had had sex. I looked back at the photos of her. She actually had a nice body undressed with medium-large tits and a pretty bushy box. There was even one of her doing herself with a dildo in the set. I turned to look at her again and saw that she was looking at the screen, at herself on display in front of me. I glanced down and noticed that I could see into the sleeve holes of her shirt and saw her whole breast, all the way to the nipple. I also saw that as I looked, her nipple was getting hard. She glanced at me and saw where I was looking but made no effort to hide my view or anything so I asked her if I could look at her other "my photo" folder. She just nodded her head yes and I opened it. It contained more photos of her in various stages of undress and several of her playing with herself. These photos, I noticed, were not quite as good as the others and commented that her boyfriend must have been shaking when he took these. She told me that she had tried to take these herself, that for some reason it turned her on to be naked and posing for the camera. By now I was starting to have an uncomfortable tightness in my pants and decided to take a chance with her. I asked her if she would like to do a little trading. She wanted to know what I meant so I told her that I had this hang-up about watching a woman do herself. That I thought it would be exciting to watch her get herself off in front of me. I told her that if she wanted to, we could trade my work on her computer for a show. She thought about this for a second or two and said she would do it on one condition, that I take some photos of her as she did it to herself because, like she had said, it turned her on. I told her that I didn't have my camera with me, that it was outside in my truck. She told me to go out and get it and to come right back in here. I did as I was told. When I returned she was lying on her bed on top of the sheet. I saw the t-shirt she had been wearing on the floor. I turned the chair she had been sitting on around to face the bed and sat down, my camera ready. Her legs were bent at her knees and drawn up towards her a little. Because of the large leg openings in her shorts, I could see down all the way to her plain white cotton panties. "What do you want me to do first?" she asked me. "Just relax and let me start taking some shots of you in bed," I replied. I snapped a few pictures of her and she said to wait a second. She got up and turned the radio on to an oldies station. When she did this I saw her tits; and her nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers. I snapped some quick shots of her before she lay back down on the bed. She closed her eyes and started to touch her breasts, slowly and very lightly, almost like she was trying to tickle herself. This went on for a few minutes and she had started to breathe a little deeper. She slid one of her hands down towards her shorts and ran her hand up and down the inside of her leg from her knee to where the material of her shorts started. I had a full blown hard-on now and was squirming around on the seat trying to make myself more comfortable but, let's face it, there's just so much room in a pair of jeans for a hard cock to go. I figured I could just unsnap the top and let my zipper down a little but she looked over at me and laughed. "Go ahead and take them down if you want to," she said. "I trust you to be a gentleman." I hung my camera around my neck and stood to undo my jeans. "Take off your underwear too," she said, "because, as big a guy as you are, you probably have a big cock too and I'd like to see it." (Ok, nothing bashful about this girl, is there?) I dropped my jeans and pulled my underwear down. My cock was at attention and sticking out in front of me. She eyed it closely and I saw her lick her lips quickly. I sat back down and she continued to touch herself. She said, "To hell with it," and slid her shorts off and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She asked me to stand at the end of her bed and shoot some of her from there as she played with her puss (her word for it) for me. I stood up and stepped out of my jeans and underwear and got to the end of her bed and started shooting. She put her hands to her pussy and held it wide open for me to see. I saw that there was just a hint of wetness on her very well developed labia and, as I watched her, she started to rub her clit in tight small circles. "You have a beautiful pussy," I told her. "I could watch you doing that for hours and never be bored." "Is that all you want to do," she asked, "just look at me getting off? Don't you want to feel good too?" "Well, sure, I want to but I'm not exactly sure what you have in mind." "Look," she said, "stand over here next to me and let me watch you jack off. When you get ready to cum, I want you to tell me so I can cum with you." "The way my cock's feeling at the moment it won't take me very long, so I better get a tissue or something to catch it with." "Nooooo," she moaned, "when you're ready to cum, shoot on my tits if you want to." "Only if you'll repay the favor," I replied. She had one hand rubbing her clit, like I said, and now the other one was digging into her hot hole. I was standing even with her tits and jacking off with one hand while the other was still taking photos. I was aiming my camera into her mirror and able to see both of us as we jerked off for each other. I think I took about 3 photos before I told her I was getting ready to cum. "Cum on my tits," she told me. "Put your cock-head right against my nip (her word) and cum on it." My hand was a blur as I reached for my release and she was very close to having hers as well. "Here it comes," I said and placed my dick on her nipple as she wanted and started to shoot stream after stream of my cum onto her tit. "Oh God, I'm cumming too." She let go of her pussy and started to rub my cum all over her chest and neck. Her hips had lifted off the bed and she was groaning like mad. I squeezed the last little bit of cum out of my cock and stepped back, still watching her orgasm. Her body relaxed and she plopped down on the bed again. "How soon can you do that again?" she wanted to know. "A few minutes at least," I replied, "maybe faster if I had a little help." She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, reached out and took my balls in one hand and my slowly shrinking cock in the other. She leaned closer to me and my cock disappeared into her mouth. (Man, she could really suck a cock too, but I digress.) It wasn't but a few minutes and I was once again hard and ready to go. She stopped her sucking to tell me that this time she wanted me to jack off between her legs and to cum on her pussy lips as she held them open. She lay back down with her legs spread wide and her ass at the edge of the bed. She asked me to open the drawer next to the bed and hand the vibrator to her. When I gave it to her, she turned it on and then pushed it deep into her cunt. "Oh my," she sighed, "that feels so fucking good. I'll cum quick doing it this way." "You want me to cum on your vibrator too?" I asked. She just closed her eyes and shook her head no. "Tell me when you're going to cum again and I'll pull it out." I looked at her pussy with the vibrator in it and I couldn't resist. I put my hand down and pulled it out of her pussy, then stuck the tip of it on her clit. She just exploded in a grand orgasm. Her pussy hole was actually opening and closing, with small squirts of her juice leaking out each time. God, I could smell her excitement, her muskiness, and that was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock erupted with fresh spurts of cum, the first landing in her thick pubic hair, then dropping down to her open cunt, coating it thickly. She put her hand between her legs and scooped my cum up on her fingers and stuffed it into her pussy, then licked her fingers clean and smiled up at me. I have been back to this woman's house three times in the past eighteen months. Each time we meet, we have a good time watching and helping each other obtain the satisfaction we crave. I have never fucked this woman although we did do 69 once and both came in each other's mouth. I loved every minute of it. Computer Problems As I pass your office you call me in saying, "I am having some problems with this spreadsheet again." "What's the problem?" I ask as I walk in and lean over your shoulder to get a look at the screen. As you point to the screen I am distracted. Your blouse moves just enough to allow me a glimpse of the milky white skin of your breasts covered by the lacy fabric of your bra. I am a little stunned by this expose and start to feel a tingle of anticipation. We have been working together for almost a year now and have had the usual office flirty comments and light innuendo that builds up over that time. This was not the first time you had worn your blouse a size too small to show your assets to their fullest. And with the blouse undone one button lower than what would have been considered normal office attire my mind is not really on computer issues. I try to keep my mind on the problem you are describing, but as you move the computer mouse I am again distracted. You notice my inattention to the screen and move a little in your chair to give me a better view. I mumble something like, "I now see where the problem lies." And slowly move my hand to embrace one of your 30C breasts through the fabric of your blouse and bra. You release a small moan of satisfaction as I start to move my hand in small circles over one breast then the other. Now that my attention is fully on giving you pleasure I do not realise your hand has left the mouse on the desk and has made it's way to my trouser front. You start to caress me through the fabric and I let out a little moan as I begin to harden. Your movement becomes more intense and I need to move a little to allow my manhood to grow unobstructed. I lean in closer to your ear and whisper, "We need to get out of here." You nod in agreement and move back into a fully upright position, straightening your blouse as you pick up the phone to dial your assistant saying you are going to step out for a moment and grab a coffee. I move over to the coat stand and take down your jacket, holding it ready for you to place your arms into. As I bring it up over your shoulders I lightly brush against the sides of your breasts and again you let out a small "Mmmmmm." We leave your office and head for the lifts. You try to make small talk about the project you are working on, but as I am not fully listening, I just nod at what seems to be appropriate times. As the lift arrives, giving its warning ding, the doors sweep open and we enter into an empty compartment. I press the button for the car park level and the doors close. Almost before the lift has started to move you step forward and lean in against my body pressing all your womanly being onto me. I react by brushing aside your long black hair from your shoulder and gently kissing your neck. As you begin to move in a rhythmic pattern against my body I lower my kisses onto the front of your chest between the lapels of your blouse. I then move onto the fabric of your bra and you begin moan your approval again. The lift begins to slow and looking up I see that we have made the car park level. Luckily, being the middle of the afternoon the lifts were not busy and we were not interrupted on the journey down. Almost running from the lift we head over to the section where I have left my car, but I realise that I have not brought my keys. They are still on my desk where I had thrown them on arriving this morning. I am padding down my pockets as you say, "We can use mine," while wiggling your keys just taken from your jacket pocket. We now run to your car over on the other side of the floor. As we go to split apart, to reach the doors on either side of the car, I grab you and pull you close. I kiss you, this time lingering as we explore each other with our tongues. I gently push you back until you are against the side of the car and I reach down under the hem of your skirt. As I start to move up I feel the tops of your stockings and I become fully aroused, straining against my trousers. As my fingers move on up they find an exposed surprise. No panties. Being a bit slow on the up take, I then realise you must have known something like this was going to happen. My fingers reach your trimmed mound and are instantly moistened by your juices. I let my fingers linger there for a moment as you move to enjoy the reaction they are having on you. "Wow... you are hot. I c-could take you now," I sort of stutter, trying to get some feeling back into my legs while resting against the car. You mumble back, "Better not here." Just then there is a ding, warning that another lift is arriving. We both crouch down between the cars and start to giggle at how foolish this must seem. The person getting out of the lift heads away from where we are and gets into his car. After what seems like forever the engine starts and the car leaves the car park with the usual squeal of tires on the shiny concrete. We look at each other, give a final little smirk and move to opposite sides of the car. You are driving and as we pull out of the parking space I place my hand on your knee and start to move it towards that place of mystery. I feel the tops of your stockings again and the smooth silkiness of your thighs. I begin to rub your thigh and you move your legs apart a little to give me better access. As I find your trimmed mound again you let out a moan and your foot pounds down on the accelerator. As we are still in the car park, and we still have to get past the parking attendant, you place your hand on my arm and say, "We had better wait, or I could do some damage to us as I cum." You smile and I remove my hand. As we pass the check out gate, and head out onto the street, we have to make a decision. My place or yours? As my apartment is only 15 minutes away I suggest that we head to mine, and you agree while asking for directions. **** As we pull into the drive way you release the trunk latch and say you need to get something. As I get out I see you have a small overnight bag under your arm. I am thinking to myself, 'Yep, this was planned alright,' as we climb the front steps. As we enter the living room I ask, "Would like a drink, coffee, tea, something stronger?" You respond, "Something stronger, do you have rum?" "Yep, Cola, Ice?" "Yes please." "Just give me 2 ticks." I say turning towards the drinks cabinet. You ask, "Is it OK if I use the bathroom for a second, I have a little surprise." "Sure. I thought I must have had my quota of surprises for today. Second door on the left." As I prepare the drinks I start to wonder what brought this on all of a sudden. I did not really think our flirting had got this serious, but that thought did not linger for long. You re-enter the room looking totally stunning. You are wearing a very see through silk gown which covers your lace bra and panties, which you have put back on. The panties are themselves under a garter belt holding up white silk stockings that end in a pair of very high heels. "Wow..." I gasp, almost dropping my drink. "You look stunning." "Why thanks." You give a little twirl, and then ask, "Can I have that drink now?" "Oh... s-sure," I realise that I am standing there holding onto my glass, yours is still on the small table used for drinks preparation. I pick up your glass and, trying not to spill any of the drink from my shaking hand, I move across the room to hand you your drink. You take a sip of the dark liquid and give a small shiver as an ice cube touches your lips. "Ahhh... That is good." You bend over to place the glass on the table in front of the couch, and as you do you look back with a smile asking, "Do you really like what you see?" "Oh, y-you bet." I stammer and move in closer placing my drink beside yours on the table. You stand and let me move in behind you. I bring my arms around and start to gently massage your breasts again. I can now feel your nipples start to grow under my fingers. You moan and give a little purr as you bring your hands around behind you and start to rub my trousers again. My voice turns to a growl as I harden again for an uncounted time today. We stand there starting to move in rhythm with each other. You start to undo my belt and unzip my fly. My erection feels like it grows a little bigger, you finally turn around and pull my trousers and underwear down. I step out of them and start to remove my tie and shirt. I am now completely naked in front of you while you still have on your sexy outfit. Could this get any better? It can. You step back and then bend over again to pick up your glass. As I move closer you motion for me to wait. I stand there fully erect and feeling a little surprised. You turn and take another swig of your drink, this time taking an ice cube into your mouth. While sucking on the cube you drop to your knees and spit the cube into your hand. Placing the glass back down you wrap the hand holding the ice cube around my erection and start to slowly move it back and forth. The ice cube has an instant reaction, the coldness makes my balls ache and I feel the all to familiar build up begin. I start to grab your hands, not wanting to cum just yet. You say, "No. I have seen that you have needed this all day and I want you to cum right now. We can play some more a little later." With that I allow you to continue the massage on my cock. It is not too long before my knees start to feel weak, and I begin to tremble from the very core of my being. "Oh, oh, ohhhh shit, oh I am cumming, I'm cummm...." And the first release of cum spurts. It lands in your hair and down the side of your face. As I feel the next pulse you move to cover me with your mouth and I cum into it. You swallow and then keep pumping and sucking until I am spent. I collapse to my knees. I wrap my arms around you and kiss you, tasting my man seed on your lips. As we kneel there for a moment or two, gathering our thoughts, you turn and pickup our glasses. You hand me mine and we both finish our drinks in one gulp. With the taste of rum and cum we kiss again and I begin to feel a rising happening again. **** I move my hands over your body as we are kneeling on the living room floor. As my erection begins to rise again I suggest we move to the bedroom to continue this afternoon's activities. "I have to make a call first. Better let the office know I won't be back in." You say. I suppose that is one advantage of being the boss. If you slope off for the afternoon no one can complain that the timesheet does not match the hours worked. You stand up and move over to the phone. I continue to kneel there for a moment admiring the way the silk gown sways over your nicely rounded buttocks. I then follow, moving in front of you and kneeling down. Your silk covered pussy is now right in front of my face. I pull apart the sides of your gown exposing your lace panties and the secrets they hold. As you start to call the office, and begin to tell them of your plans, I begin to rub my nose up and down over your panties. That distinctive aroma of a women fills my sinuses as I move to release the garter belt clips and pull down your panties. I am now confronted with a nicely trimmed strip of pubic hair that stands protecting the target of my desire. The phone call is taking a bit longer than you expected, a minor crisis at the office means you are still on the phone as I begin my gentle assault. I start by licking your pussy lips and to massage your clit with my tongue. You let out a little moan and then try to explain to the person on the other end that you are OK. Just feeling a little faint after a workout at the gym. I look up with a smile to see you smiling back at me. I continue my massage of your clit, running my tongue in circular motions, first clockwise then counterclockwise, before running the length of my tongue over your bud of desire. You react to this by moving slightly and try to clamp my head between your thighs. I begin to press my fore finger into your cunt and slowly cycle it in and out. You again let out a little moan, but I see you have covered the mouth piece of the phone this time, so an explanation is not required. As you become moist I insert another finger and you start to rock back and forth in sync with my movements. I increase my tempo, then as a tease, I stop. You continue with your movement for a second or two longer before looking down a little disappointed. I smile back and begin my motion again. You react by throwing your head back and letting out a loud groan this time. I continue my movement as you quickly finish the phone call and slam down the phone's hand piece. "Ohhh shit... that feels so good. Oh, uh... ummm." You lean back against the phone table and continue to rock. I feel your cunt start to tighten on my fingers and your body starts to spasm. I increase my tempo until suddenly you let out a cry and with one final spasm you collapse to the floor beside me. With a dreamy look on your face you look into my eyes and ask, "And how are you going to book that on your timesheet?" "Not sure, probably as probing the competition." I smile back. **** We sit there for a moment or two getting our thoughts back. I suggest we get another drink and head for the bedroom. You smile and agree. As I get up it is your turn to pause for a moment and view the scenery. I put on a bit of a show as I stride over to the drinks table. I am a bit shy normally, but with the activities of this afternoon I feel that I can show off my body with some pride. I am 5'11 with just a bit of body fat. I have not made it to the gym myself for a while but try to keep to a diet. I don't have chiseled abs or overly tanned biceps, but have not gone completely to the dogs either. I bend over to pick up the glasses from the small table, and then move to the drinks preparation area. You stand and let out a small wolf whistle to show your approval of the show. I smile back. As I start to refresh our drinks you move to the center of the room and now begin to do a little show of your own. You twirl around so the gown you are wearing spreads out giving me fleeting glimpses of your trimmed pussy on each rotation, while your bra enclosed breasts gently bounce and swing in sync with your movements. I stand there completely stunned at your magnificent body and start to rise to the occasion again. I finally get our drinks ready after some difficulty trying to keep my hands steady. As I move back towards you, with drink in hand, you stop your twirling and stagger slightly while getting your bearings again. As I hand the glass over some of your drink spills and splashes over your silk gown. I move in closer and trying to act heroic I state, "Don't worry, I will clean it off," and lean in to kiss the area were the cola has begun to stain the fabric. You react by pushing up against me and I begin to lick the area around the spill. I start to remove the gown, you do not resist. I return to kissing your skin around the area where the spill occurred. The taste of the rum and your perspiration fill my senses and I want more. I then move my kisses reaching the outline of your bra. I begin rubbing your butt cheeks, pulling you closer to me while I continue to kiss the fabric of your bra. My hands temporarily leave your behind and move to the clasp of your bra. It resists my attempts at first to undo it, but with a little fumble it is free. You swing your arms to let the bra drop to the floor and I am now faced with two of the most magnificent globes of womanhood a man has ever seen. The whiteness of your skin turns into dark, half dollar sized areolas from which stand the nipples that my attention is now focused. I move my lips to one of the nipples and continue to kiss it gently while my hands return to your behind to begin their massage again. I feel your nipple harden under my tongue and I move my attention to your other breast. You let out a groan of satisfaction and start to move towards the couch. I move with you not wanting to let go. As we reach the couch you slowly move to a sitting position not wanting me to lose contact with your breasts and then you lie back. My hands are now trapped under your behind and I have to lift you to release them. This movement brings your moist pussy lips into contact with the tip of my now fully extended manhood and it is my turn to let out a little groan of satisfaction. As I reposition myself, you move your hands to your breasts and massage them yourself. I now position my cock at the opening of your pussy. I look up and ask do I need any protection to which you reply. "No, I am on the pill. I want to feel you to cum inside me. Please fuck me, fuck me now." I hesitate for a moment. Your sudden dirty talk makes me even harder, if this was possible, and I start to rub the tip of my cock up and down over your clit. You start to writhe in ecstasy and beg, "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now!!" I move my cock over your opening and press forward slowly. Your hips rise to meet my motion and as I enter the feeling of your hot moist cunt covering my cock is unbelievable. I need more, and press further forward. I am now fully buried within you, as you start to move your hips I begin to move in sync, building up the motion, building up the tension. We continue, getting faster, getting harder. Then... "Ohh, oh, ohhh, Ahhh, Fuck... Fuck... Oh shit that feels so good. Oh fuuuuck!!" "I'm cummming.. Ohhh, Yeeessss." I feel your cunt walls tighten on my cock as you spasm. This occurs just as my final push occurs and I feel my seed release into you which causes you to spasm again. "Ohhh yesss... Ohhhh yesssss!!" We both slow our rhythmic movement bringing ourselves down from the moment and lie there. I reach over and kiss you while we move to get a little more comfortable laying side by side on the couch. Doesn't look like we will make the bedroom after all. **** Many thanks and kisses to michchick98 for her kind words of encouragement and wisdom while reviewing this story – lowflykiwi Computer Problems A young woman was sitting behind the desk, looking intently at a document, and nervously clicking her pen. As I came in, she looked up at me, giving me one of those formal smiles that I hate so much. I liked that particular smile though, maybe due to the fact that a charming dimple appeared on her left cheek. She was dressed in black business suit with white wide–collared shirt, and looked all business. "Hello," I said. "The computer?" she asked, returning her attention to the document. "Yes, I was told that the hard disk had failed." "So it seems," the woman muttered, then tucked a lock of her long black hair behind her ear. "Can I look at it?" "Oh, sure," she smiled even more formally, and didn't even look at me this time. It took me about a minute to come to the conclusion that the computer has a serious problem. "I have to take it with me." "Pardon?" her green eyes were staring at me with incomprehension. "I said I have to take the computer back to the shop." "That's what you came for, isn't it?' she said with a trace of sarcasm in her voice, then continued reading. I bent over and started unplugging the cables. In a moment I realized that the case was attached in the most ridiculous way. I sighed, took my screwdriver and sat on the floor. "Do you want me to move aside?" "It's not necessary." In spite of all this, it seemed a bit strange to me that she didn't leave. After all, she could read her stupid document elsewhere. Not that I had anything against her, or the sight of her legs. They looked gorgeous in her black stockings. I started to work, while at the same time stealing a glance. She had shapely calves and delicate ankles. Her black skirt was drawn up a bit so the inner side of her left thigh and the curve of her knee were on display. I tried to concentrate and succeeded in unscrewing one of the screws, without stabbing myself. "Is there some problem?" she asked softly. "This case is a bit... but I'll cope with it." "Great, "she said and clicked her pen. She had taken her shoes off – pointed-toe, leather mules, size six. Her feet were dangling limply a few inches off the floor, and looked very small, almost childish. They were not moving at all. I thought that her restlessness was entirely channeled into her hands. I heard the pen click again and smiled. For a moment, I peered at the gentle curve of her instep and the pinkish heel, visible through the stocking. Then, I moved on to the next screw. I heard a slight creak and saw that the chair was turning. Her toes rubbed against my hand, and I pulled back with a start, banging my head against the desk. "Ooh!" I moaned. "What's going on? Do you need some help?" she chirruped. "No. I know what I'm doing," I said after a short hesitation. I reached out for her ankle and caressed it, at first shyly, then more confidently. She didn't move, nor did she say anything, as if she wanted to encourage me. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. I didn't know what exactly I was about to do, but I was highly excited. When I placed my hand over her knee, she clicked the pen a couple of times, but didn't stop me. Her thighs felt like silk... "Debbie, the boss wants to see you," a woman said loudly, and then went on her way. I jumped as if stung by a wasp and took the screwdriver. "I'm coming in a minute," she answered. I hastily removed the computer and stood up. "Are you ready?" "Yes... I..." "Any idea when?" "What?" Her green eyes fixed on me, and a mischievous smile twitched her lips. The charming dimple appeared again. "I'm talking about the computer." "Oh...It will be fixed by tomorrow. "Very well!" I started gathering my things; meantime, she turned and drew herself aside, still sitting in the chair. I was almost done when I looked at her again. She was supporting herself on the desk with one hand, and the other was jammed against the windowsill. Her arms were trembling from the effort. She was attempting to get into a wheelchair. My jaw dropped, and before I could react, she coped without help. I was wondering what to say as I watched her adjusting her lifeless legs on the legrests, one by one, with well-practiced motions. I didn't say anything. She rolled her wheelchair to the door, and then looked back over her shoulder and said: "It was a pleasure... that you paid attention to me. Computer Problems Katherine wasn't known as the coolest person around. She was more of the community volunteer type. She spends most of her time doing "constructive" things, so it's safe to say sexuality/romance isn't on the top of her to-do list. You would never guess these things by the way she looks. Her beautiful body has all the perfect curves in just the right places, and her clothing style certainly didn't reflect her lifestyle. Other than her gorgeous face and hair, her body was something you could get off on just by looking at it. Her breasts, so full and round, sticking out from her chest. Her waste line is slim, and curves outward perfectly at her hips, tapering back down to her knees. Her skin tight jeans shows off her curves every time I see her, not to mention the amount of cleavage that makes it impossible to focus on anything else. We had known each other for all of middle school and high school, even back then she was the same "nerd" as she was now. She was always more focused on school clubs and homework than boys/sex. Not that this was a bad thing, but people didn't really consider her dateable material. Even though we both attended different universities, we still lived in the same area as during high school. We kept in contact through instant messaging, having the occasional conversation, and that's where the story starts. It was the holidays, so we were both at home for a few weeks. Since we both were online, I started a conversation with her. We did the regular small talk using internet slang for a few minutes until she asked me a rather strange question. "Do you know how to work a Mac?" she said, typed rather. I'm much more familiar with PC's, but I thought my little bit of experience might help. "I know a bit, why?" "My parents got me a new Mac laptop for school, but I'm having trouble working it." She said. "Your parents bought you a Mac and they can't show you how to use it?" I said. "It's not that, my dad is actually quite the genius when it comes to them, it's just that they had to leave Christmas evening to visit some relatives, so I'm stuck here for a few days to figure this thing out by myself, and I have a report that needs to be done by the end of the holidays." She said. She's a smart girl, so I know she probably has a better chance of working it than me, but I thought I should give it a shot anyways. "Well, tell me what you're having problems with, and I'll see if I can help." I said. I then waited almost a minute for an answer. "It's really hard to explain in text, I was kind of hoping you could come here and take a look at it for me? That's if you're not too busy." She said, with a blushing smiley face. Most guys would be jumping up and down thinking this is an opportunity to get in her pants, but I wasn't expecting anything from Katherine, after all, she had been the "nerd" all these years. I wasn't expecting anything but a failed attempt at teaching her how to use a Mac. "I'm not doing anything today, if that's okay with you?" I said. "That would be awesome :):) Thanks Mike!!!" she typed. "What time can you come over?" "I'm about to get in the shower, after that I'll eat lunch and come right over." I said. "I have tons of leftovers from Christmas you'd love, come eat lunch here!" she typed, rather fast. "Sound good to me, I'll see you in 45?" I said. "45 it is, talk to you then." she said. I turned off my computer and jumped into the shower. I did the regular clean up, got dressed and made myself look decent. I locked the door and started the fifteen minute walk to her place. Once I got there, I was shivering from the cold, I didn't wear nearly enough clothes. I rang the doorbell, the door opened within seconds. We said our hello's, then she realized how cold I was. "You're freezing Mike!" she said, as she grabbed my hand. She took my hand and held it between hers, rubbing them together. She then did it to my other hand. That was more contact then I ever expected from Katherine. "Come sit by the fire, you need to warm up!" she said. I obeyed and sat down in front of the fireplace. She sat down beside be and continued rubbing my hands. I just now noticed her beauty in the light of the fire. Her breasts nearly popping out of her shirt, her gorgeous curves stretching her jeans to where it looked like they would tear. As she leaned over me to grab the other hand, her legs rubbed up against my now warm hand. This was enough to start getting me hard. I thought I should put an end to this before I end up embarrassing myself. "I'm pretty warm now, thanks Katherine, what's for lunch?" I said. "I'm slow cooking some leftover turkey and stuffing, should be ready in about 30 minutes." she said. "Sounds good to me." I said as I stood up. "Where's this troublesome Mac I've heard so much about?" "It's upstairs in my room, follow me." she said. I followed a few feet behind her through the hallway until we reached the stairs. As she started climbing the stairs in front of me, her beautiful ass was inches from my face. I couldn't do anything but stare as it wiggled all the way up the stairs. It was one of the hottest things I've seen, I could have taken care of myself right there on the stairs. By the time we reached the top of the stairs, I noticed a lump in my pants. This wasn't the time and place to be sporting a tent. I think of something unattractive like a sewage pipe or a old sock whenever I'm trying to relieve myself of a raging hard on. It helped a bit, at least she won't notice anything. As we walked over to the computer, she sat in the chair and I stood beside her. "See, I can't figure out where any of my documents are being saved, I can't even figure out how to open the right programs, never mind type a report!" she said. It was almost impossible to focus on what she was saying when the view from up here was mouth watering. The most amazing tits I've ever seen were forcing their way out of her shirt, and I was on lookout duty from above. I felt myself getting hard again, so I tried to focus on the reason why I was here. "Yeah, uhhh, if you open this window you'll get a list of your programs, and if you open this window here it will show you all of the documents you've saved." I said. I wasn't all that bright when it came to Mac's, but even I knew how to do that. "Nice! one problem solved, but I have more." She said. "I have these nice speakers that came with it, but I can't get any sound out of them. I've tried sticking the plug in every hole but still no luck." She said. That's not something an extremely hot girl should say to someone trying to restrain a massive hard on. I got up, clicked a few things on the computer, to make it look like I had a clue what I was doing. "To be honest I have no idea what's wrong with it. Maybe you should call the tech support number?" I said. "I guess I'm going to have to." she said. She picked up the phone and dialed the number that was on the manual. She then leaned over the desk, resting her elbows on the top of it while reaching for a pen and paper. I walked backwards and sat on the couch directly behind her. The view was another amazing one. She was bent over the desk, talking to tech support on the phone while her gorgeous ass was sticking up in the air. As she wrote notes on the paper, she shifted her weight from one side to the other, making her ass do a sexy dance inside her jeans which were now even tighter because she was bent over. This went on for about five minutes, and I sat staring at her ass the entire time. By the time she hung up the phone, my cock was harder than I thought possible. She kept on writing notes on the paper after she hung up the phone, but I knew this sexy position was soon going to come to an end. I had to do something before she sat back down in the chair. Her full attention was still on what she was writing. As I stood up, a tent formed in my pants that wasn't there when I was sitting down. If she turned around now, I would be busted. I decided to go for it. This is probably the lamest tactic I've ever used, but it was all I could come up with at the time. "Katherine?" I said. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out as she was still focused on writing. Finally she said "Yeah, what's up?". "Don't move, there's a bug on your back..." I said, sounding confident. "Ahh!! Is there? Get it off!" she said. She stayed perfectly still as I slowly walked up behind her. Once I was right behind her, It felt as though my cock was being sucked towards her ass. She might get mad at me for doing this, but I was going to do it anyways, because she just looked that good there, with here ass sticking out. I took a deep breath, and in one swift move, I lunged forward thrusting my cock up against her ass and wrapping my hands under her arms to grab hold of those huge tits. I thrusted forward, pushing her up against the desk, allowing my cock to push harder into her ass. My chest was on her back as I pushed down onto the desk, my hands being crushed between her tits and the desk. I put my head beside hers as I grinded my cock on her firm ass. It was better than I ever thought it would be, I could bust right there in my pants. This intense grinding went on for about 15 seconds, then I noticed that she hadn't resisted or even said anything, which shocked me. "A bug on me huh?" she said, as she turned her head to look at me, giving me a smile and a little giggle. I guess she wanted this too, because she started backing her ass up into me. I couldn't take it anymore, I slid my hand down between my cock and her ass and started rubbing her pussy lips. She thrusted her hips back into me as I pushed her back into the desk. I backed away and gave her ass a firm smack, she slid forward, a moan escaping her lips. I knew she was ready to go all the way. I quickly dropped my pants and ripped of my shirt, and continued grinding against her ass in just my boxers. I leaned over her, taking her hands and moving them above her head towards the back of the desk so I could slide her shirt off of her, followed by her bra. She grabbed my hands and put them back on her tits. Her nipples were now rock hard as I squeezed them between my fingers. She let out another moan. I slid off my boxers started grinding my bare cock against her ass. I took my hands off her tits, reached around her legs and forcefully started rubbing her pussy. I then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, and in one quick motion, pulled them down to the floor. As she stepped out of them, my eyes were fixed on her ass, which was possibly the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing a black thong which I slid down right after her pants. There she was, completely naked, leaning over the desk with her ass pointed towards me. And there I was, standing a foot behind her, my cock pointed right at her ass. The urge to rush forward and drive it right into her was impossible to resist. As I approached her, I decided to slow things down a bit, make her beg. I ran my finger from the back of her neck all the way down her back to her ass with the slightest touch that made her quiver and push back towards my cock. I backed away, to prevent her from making contact. She let out a moan of frustration. I walked back over to her, giving her ass a few light taps followed by a hard smack, which made her tighten up let out a moan. "Put it in Mike, you're fucking killing me here!" She yelled out. "Put what in? I'm still trying to figure out what's wrong with the computer." I said, sarcastically. "Cut the shit Mike! Fuck my pussy now!" she yelled with anger. I grabbed hold of my cock and let it lightly rub up and down on her pussy, causing her to moan and push back at me. I punished her by smacking her ass, causing her to move forward with a moan. I was starting to get impatient now, I couldn't take much more of this. "Mike! Put it in now or I'll-------" Mid sentence I slammed it into her all the way, pinning her to the desk with my cock buried all the way into her now drenched pussy. Her back arched inwards as she yells out in pleasure. As she arched her back, her tits stuck out, which I was sure to grab hold of as I started thrusting in and out. I noticed a bottle of lube on the shelf. I made a mental note, it might come in handy later. I was about to cum when I pulled out, she let out another moan as the head of my cock escaped her pussy. I teased her by pushing the head of my cock up against her asshole. She turned to look at me and said "You know, I don't think I've tried that hole yet, maybe that's the one tech support was talking about?" I didn't even have to speak. I grabbed the bottle of lube, rubbing some on my cock, and some on her ass. I pushed her body down onto the desk, forcing her to relax by letting the desk support her weight. Her ass loosened up, giving me better access as I slowly pushed into her warm, tight ass. I could hear the hum of hear moaning as I was about halfway in. I pulled back out and waited for her to try and push back into me. As she pushed back I slapped her ass hard, causing her to tighten up around my cock. As she started to relax again, she let out a slow moan followed by "you better give it to me soon, I'm ready to cum". "Be careful what you wish for" I said. I slammed into her all the way like I did to her pussy, slapping her ass hard at the same time. Her ass tightened up around my cock as I tried to force it in and out. As I started thrusting faster and faster, her moans started getting louder and louder. I reached around her legs and started rubbing her clit. I smashed the full length of my cock into her over and over again as I rubbed her clit. I could tell she was about to cum. I put my last bit of effort into fucking her as my hot cum shot out of my cock, filling up her already warm ass. I could feel her body shaking as she yelled out in orgasm. My hand became drenched in pussy juice as she came all over the floor. I kept thrusting until I slowly came to a stop. Just as I pulled out, the oven timer went off. "Ready for lunch?" she said, as we both got dressed. "Sure am." I said. "That's two problems down, I've got a few more for you to look at after we eat." she said as we walked down the stairs. "Sure thing." Computer Problems "No!" Lara stared at the computer in disbelief, trying to will it back to life. The blank screen just stared back indifferently, mocking her. Lara almost threw the laptop to the floor but stopped herself just in time. It might be fixable. It had been fixed before. Sure it had been getting worse recently, but surely a laptop would last longer than six months? She was more frustrated by the fact she was about to reach her orgasm when the screen flickered to darkness. In the last three weeks she had tried to masturbate no less than twelve times, each time thwarted by her housemate banging on her bedroom door or the phone ringing or something else equally infuriating. With a loud sigh she laid the computer back down on the bed and pushed the covers off her bare legs. This was the first time in a week that she'd been home alone, a perfect opportunity to lay in bed and watch her favourite porn clips on the internet. And now what? Susie had been a godsend at first when she'd moved into the spare room, paying enough rent to get Lara's mortgage back on track. But Lara hadn't realised how much she had taken living on her own for granted. Always a sexual person, she felt like a teenager again, unable to ever masturbate with the sound of Susie moving about the house. And she never seemed to go out much, working from home as she did. Always on the phone to some agency or other, half the time shouting at the top of her voice. And then her assistant kept coming round as well to sort out paperwork or make tea or a million and one other things to earn her minimum wage break into P.R slave labour internship. It was a dilemma that frustrated the hell out of Lara. Only sporadically could she sit on her own, find one of her favourite porn sites, stories to read or clips to watch. Even the laptop that she had convinced herself she'd bought for work was really purchased to let her find these things on her own in her bedroom. And now it was broken. Another sign the of how the day would go. That morning Susie had mentioned she might be moving out. She'd found a client up north and it might pay her to be up there, dealing with things in person instead of over the phone. She'd dropped that bombshell then headed out the door. Off to speak to the council about something or other. Lara had immediately planned to start looking up house mate websites. But within minutes of switching on the laptop she was in the browser, finding her favourite porn site. The one with nothing but clips of women masturbating, the one she wouldn't dream of letting anyone else know about. Lara had spent years coming to terms with her sexuality, learning to accept that though she preferred the company of men in reality for the most part, there was nothing wrong with enjoying images of naked women in the privacy of her room, in her own home. She still felt slightly ashamed of her love of beautiful women though, the exquisite sight of their loss of control when they came, the movements of their bodies as they touched themselves. Laid in her bed, skirt up round her waist, hand buried inside her panties, Lara had been staring at the screen, watching as one woman laid beside another. The video showed the two of them masturbating naked, staring at each other's bodies. Lara felt like a voyeur, watching as if through a keyhole at something so intimate, so dirty, unable to take her eyes from the screen. She was just approaching her own pent up orgasm when the computer had died its horrible death. "No!" Lara took the laptop into town, wondering if Brian would be able to fix it for her. She'd been friends with him for nearly ten years, through university and out the other side, thick as thieves through the lectures of the most boring beardiest tutor in the history of the world. But then they'd drifted apart, in touch through social networks from time to time but she hadn't seen him in person for about three years now. Not since Janet's party. The computer repair shop Brian ran was still in business. But when Lara reached it the shop was closed. This was too much. It was like some divine intervention, some mocking gods adamant she wasn't to get to come no matter how much she wanted to. Would she end up at a service station buying an actual physical porn magazine like it was the 1980s again? Did anyone buy those magazines anymore? Did they even make them? She didn't know. Lara stood in the shop doorway glaring at the sign that read "Shut for lunch, back in a bit," as if it was the sign's fault. She was no longer sure if she was angry about the laptop dying or angry that all her attempts to come kept being thwarted. She thought that if someone, man, woman, vegetable came along and asked her if she wanted sex there and then in the street, she would say yes without hesitation. From across the street Brian Johnson was staring out of his front room window through the net curtains his ex had put up and he still hadn't gotten round to taking down. He had always thought it serendipitous to fall for someone who lived directly opposite his shop. But not now she was gone, leaving him in charge of the sky high rent of the shop and the house on his own. He wolfed down his sandwich, not wanting to leave the shop locked for long, wondering once again why he never seemed to have time in the morning to make food to take with him for the long days of fiddling with the innards of computers. He frowned when he saw Lara? She was pushing the shop door, laptop under her arm. Brian pushed the net curtain aside with his finger and stared out. She turned and saw him as he did so. He dropped the net and stepped back. Did he want to see her again after all? After Janet's party? When she'd slept with him and announced afterwards how crap he was to everyone in the house. Through the microphone the DJ had brought for crying out loud. Ear splittingly loud denouncing of his abilities in bed while everyone laughed. He was brought out of his reverie by a knock on the door. "Brian? Are you in there?" Should he answer? Pretend he was out. He hadn't had a customer in two days, could he afford to turn her away? "Brian?" After the party he had walked home silently ashamed of himself and furious with her. He was angry with her for a long time afterwards. How well could anyone perform in bed when that drunk? He'd done his best, but she was so sexy, he knew he hadn't lasted long enough. She'd laughed at him when he came even as he was apologising. "I need some help Brian," she called through the letterbox. "I can pay. I've got money." If life was a cartoon, dollar signs would have replaced Brian's eyes at that point. The main way he'd been able to survive in business this long was by charging too much for the work he did. At least that was the plan. But he wasn't cut throat enough to follow it through most of the time. A good sob story and he'd sometimes do the work for free. But not this time. He remembered how rich Lara was. "Lara!" he said, smiling as he opened the door. "Good to see you. How can I help?" "My computer. It's broken." "Oh dear. Well give me two seconds and we'll take a look." He grabbed his keys and they headed over the road. Once inside the shop, he took the computer from her and laid it on the counter. "Yep, it's broken," he said, looking up after a minute of tapping keys. "Can you fix it?" Lara sounded desperate. Brian wondered why, presumably some important business document, spreadsheets of figures, listing how much richer she was getting no doubt. "Leave it with me. Pop back in a bit and I'll see what I can do in the meantime." "Thanks Brian." Lara headed off along the street window shopping from one store to another but she stopped dead when she noticed an adult shop. She'd seen it before, smoked glass windows making it impossible to see inside, as if there was something shameful about it. She glanced up and down the road then made a decision and quickly walked through the door into the shop. Inside were walls full of explicit DVDs, shelves full of dildos. Lara's eyes widened. Behind the counter was a man in a tracksuit, flicking through a newspaper. He hadn't bothered to look up when she came in, leaving her free to stare open mouthed at the contents of the shop. She spotted a vibrator that claimed to be silent and picked it up. Perhaps that would be the answer to her problems. The man coughed and looked up at her, raising his eyebrows. Embarrassed now and wishing she hadn't come in at all Lara grabbed the first magazine to hand and took her purchases to the counter. Silently the man bagged them, smiling lasciviously at her. "Twenty pound," he said bluntly. Lara dug into her purse, taking out her last note, paid and walked quickly out of the shop. She went back to the computer shop. Brian was sat behind the counter staring at her laptop and a sound Lara recognised was coming from the speakers. It was the clip she had been watching at home, the sound of the two women masturbating. "I...errr..." Brian said when he saw her. He pushed the lid down, cutting off the sound. "Look," Lara began but realised she had no idea what to say. "I fixed it for you, simple really. Just..." his words continued but they meant nothing to Lara. She was frantically thinking about what to say, how to excuse the clip she'd been watching. "How much do I owe you?" she said eventually, cutting him off and trying not to think about what he'd just seen. "Standard charge is a hundred but I had to put a few new bits in so two fifty would probably cover it." He didn't want to say all he'd done was switch the laptop off and on again and that seemed to fix the problem. He knew he was pushing his luck as it was asking for that much. Lara went for her handbag, then remembered. Her overdraft was maxed out, how could she pay? "Can I call in with it tomorrow? I'm a bit short." Brian looked at the paper bag she had, shopping again of course but too skint to pay him. A likely story. "Well okay but I'll hold onto the computer for security." "Don't you trust me?" Brian just smiled. Lara had no choice. "Well, see you tomorrow then." Brian locked up at five as usual and walked home across the road, Lara's computer tucked under his arm. He'd resisted looking at it all day, even telling himself he was merely taking it home to keep it safe in case of yet another burglary. But within five minutes of getting home, he was rooting through her internet history, a bulge growing in his trousers as he saw the list of sites she seemed interested in. He even watched some of the clips, they all seemed to consist of women masturbating, either alone or in pairs. He sat very still as he watched, growing increasingly uncomfortable, face turning red. Could this be his chance to get her back for what she'd done at Janet's party?. Lara spent that evening trying to work out how the hell she would pay to get her laptop back. She felt strange, seeing Brian had stirred odd feelings inside her. She remembered how the two of them used to spend their evenings together, chatting into the night when the other students were long since in bed. She remembered that hilarious night in Paris that they'd had together. All that travel for one day there, all on a whim after she'd mentioned liking the Hunchback of Notre Dame cartoon. He'd even paid for it all. Confusing feelings ran through her mind. At the back of her mind she was still aching to come and that was colouring her thoughts, making her flick slowly through the magazine she'd bought. But when she unwrapped the vibrator she cursed herself for not buying batteries for it whilst she was out. And Susie was home now anyway. She went to bed early, still unsure how she would pay for her computer repair. The next day she walked along the roads through town slowly, oblivious of the people around her. She was lost in thought still. The night before, she had dreamt of Brian. In her dream she was one of the women on the bed like in the porn she liked, laid beside her housemate. Brian was filming them both. She was finding it the most erotic experience she had ever had, knowing how aroused he was as he watched but somehow he was not allowed to touch either of them. It was a mind blowing dream but it hadn't helped the ache between her legs when she awoke. She tried to masturbate again, laid in bed, but Susie had knocked on the door and wandered in carrying a cup of tea for her. She begrudgingly thanked her housemate and listened to her ramble on, wondering if she noticed her hand was hidden under the covers, frozen between her legs. Lara arrived at the computer shop a little after ten. Brian was inside waiting for her. "Listen, Brian," Lara began. "I haven't got two hundred and fifty pounds. Can you drop your price?" Brian smiled at her. He'd been expecting this. Lara glared at him. "Look, I know what you're going to suggest and the answer is no." "I think you might change your mind. I don't know if you know my friend Eddie?" "I don't know anyone called Eddie." Lara looked confused. "Oh, well he knows you. Saw you yesterday in his shop. I was chatting to him this morning and apparently you bought a whisper silent vibrator and a copy of 'Girls doing Girls.' Something you want to tell me? Because I seem to remember your family were about as homophobic as its possible to be." "I...err..." Lara was floored. Brian continued. "I know, I'll give your mum a ring. I'm sure I've still got her number somewhere. See how she feels about it all. Maybe she'll lend you the money." "No! Don't. You mustn't. It's not what you think. I'll do anything. You want sex? I'll sleep with you. Anything. Just keep it to yourself." Brian smiled at her. This was going better than he'd expected. "I don't want sex. I remember what happened last time you offered that. No, I want you to feel the same humiliation I felt. I want you to feel the toe curling embarrassment I felt at the party." Lara gulped nervously. "But that was years ago. I'm sure I said I was sorry. What do you want me to do about it now?" "I want you to stand by my shop window and use that vibrator you bought. And I'm going to watch. If you can orgasm with the whole world passing by, you can have your computer back and I'll never breathe a word to anyone. Deal?" Lara's eyes opened wide. How dare he even suggest it! But, at the back of her mind, a tiny little voice was whispering to her, telling her to go ahead. At least she'd get to come. And she found herself so constantly aroused at the moment that someone giving her orders made her feel weak at the knees, submissive like a naughty schoolgirl. She told herself he wasn't giving her any choice. Somehow she'd convinced herself in the space of seconds that she had to do it. Besides, she couldn't risk him telling all and sundry about her penchant for girls, that would be just too humiliating. "I...I haven't got it with me," she mumbled. "I thought you'd say that. But look what Eddie gave me." He held out an exact copy of the vibrator she'd bought the previous day. Lara took it. "Does it have...?" She was going to say batteries, but as she flicked the on switch powerful vibrations ran through her hand, sending a shiver down her spine. The vibrator really was silent though, just a slight hum the only sign it was working at all. "Tell me I have to," Lara said. "What?" "Tell me I have to do this. Order me to do it." "Lara." "Yes?" "You must masturbate in front of that window, right now." Lara found her feet moving of their own accord to the large plate glass window at the front of the shop. She looked out, the world was going by. Cars and vans drove past in what seemed like a never ending stream. Nobody was glancing her way. Pedestrians marched along the pavement, not one looking inside. Brian found himself wondering if she dared to go through with this. He knew it was asking a lot, like something in one of Eddie's DVDs. But in real life, would someone do this? He watched as Lara stood, frozen for a moment. Had she lost her nerve? But no, she began moving her hand, pulling at her belt. Her jeans loosened, then slid down her hips a little. He could see the top of her thong now and the slight hint of the flesh of her bottom. He leaned under the counter and flicked the 'record' switch for the CCTV in the doorway. The camera was pointed across the door towards Lara. Although he could only see her back, when he looked on the monitor under the counter he could see her hand sliding down over her knickers, pressing hard against the fabric. Her other hand was holding the vibrator and stopping her jeans from falling any lower. Brian watched silently, hoping people would start to look in soon. He decided to speed things up. "Lara, you must lower your trousers. Let the world see what you are doing." Lara nodded, face red. She felt compelled to obey, thinking of the alternative, the shame of being ostracised from her family if they found out about what she'd been watching. Letting go of her jeans, they slid down to her ankles. She kicked them off, not easy over her shoes, and stood now in her panties. Without waiting for further instructions she pulled her top over her head. Now Brian could stare at the arch of her back, the bra strap digging into her skin. He longed to go over and unhook it, let the breasts he remembered so fondly fall out, see if they were as pert as they had been at the party. His eyes ran down her, over her perfect bottom, her long slender legs all the way to her high heeled shoes, taking it all in. Lara stood in her underwear oblivious to his staring. She was looking out of the window, making eye contact with passing drivers and now on the receiving end of a number of double takes. She was running her hands over her bra, feeling the pleasant pressure on her breasts below, the buzzing vibrator in her hand making her nipples tingle and harden. The cars came to a halt outside, a queue of traffic had built up. A blue Ford stopped right outside the window. The driver was a teenager. He glanced in her direction, eyes widening as he stared, raising his eyebrows at her and reaching for his phone. He held it up and the flash lit up the window. "Lara." Brian's voice reached her. She wondered what would happen now, feeling shame at the idea of being a photo on an anonymous stranger's phone, but also feeling excited by the reaction she was causing, the reddening of his face as he shuffled in his car seat for a better view of her. "Remove your bra." "Please," she whispered. "Let me keep it on, there's a man out there taking photos of me." "Remove it now." Lara's hand reached behind her back, unhooking the clasp and letting the bra fall to her feet. Her breasts immediately swung free, sticking out voluptuously from her chest, nipples dark and rigid, goose bumps forming on her flesh, even in the warmth of the shop. The wetness between her legs was forming a damp patch on the fabric of her panties. Lara longed to reach between her legs now but was only too aware of the eyes staring in at her. That would be going too far. She could still turn back. There was the beep of a horn and traffic began moving again. As Lara stroked her unfettered boobs, groping and squeezing them, enjoying the sensation of teasing herself like this, she began to moan gently to herself, losing awareness of her surroundings. Her eyes closed for a moment. When she opened them, she blinked in shock. A woman was standing directly outside the shop window, staring in at her, unmoving. She was in her twenties, blonde hair tied back, dark eyes, gripping her shopping bags tightly and staring in at the woman in nothing but knickers before her who was playing with her large boobs as if she were in a sex show somewhere. The woman couldn't tear her eyes away. Computer Problems Lara felt even hotter now she had a direct audience of one staring at her. She hooked her hands into her panties and lowered them down, now completely naked except for her heels, never taking her eyes from the woman watching. Still she teased herself, knowing her orgasm would take only moments to come when she finally did touch her clit. She tugged at her nipples, managing to suck them into her mouth, feeling how burning hot they were now. Slowly she ran her hands over her taut stomach, past her strip of pubic hair and to her upper thighs. She felt the wetness there, another moan escaping her lips as her pussy cried out for more attention. She stared straight into the eyes of the woman outside, watching her reaction as she spread her legs slightly and finally pushed a single finger straight up inside herself. The woman's eyes widened, she licked her lips unconsciously, oblivious to the other passersby, some of them glancing in and looking away in disgust. Others were laughing, some took photos, but only this one woman stayed to watch what happened next. Lara realised she was gripping something in her other hand. She'd forgotten she was even holding the vibrator. She moved it over her face, arching her neck back and sliding it down her cleavage, past her belly button before pressing it onto her clit. Sensations of intense pleasure shot through her, almost painful, it was all she could do to resist screaming. She slid her finger slowly in and out of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of back and forth movement inside her. Her clit had become so swollen, slick wetness covering it from the movement of the vibrator. It became too sensitive now and Lara had to move the toy to one side, letting the vibrations hit it indirectly. Brian was watching on the monitor, glancing up from time to time to see Lara's buttocks clenching as she began to tense up more and more. His cock was now rock hard inside his trousers as surreptitiously he undid his fly and pulled it out. His penis stood erect, a drop of precum running down it. Out of sight below the counter he began to slowly stroke it as he watched the show, enjoying what he was making Lara do, revenge for what had happened so long ago. The woman outside the shop could guess what Brian was doing, she could see his arm slowly moving up and down, pictured his hand wrapped round his rigid member. She wanted to walk into the shop but was far too shy. She couldn't believe this woman was willing to be naked like this in full view of the public, let alone be touching herself like that. She watched Lara as she pulled out her finger and slid the vibrator up inside herself, fucking her pussy with it, hips thrust forward, a look of frustration growing on her face. Lara wanted to come, was desperate to come now, but knew she'd never be able to do it standing up. She was too afraid that her legs would give way. She had given up caring about the faces gawping in at her as they passed, she'd gone too far to stop now. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy, leaving it aching for something to fill it again. She lay on her back, feeling the old carpet on her skin, rough, scraping against her. She bent her knees, giving the woman outside the most perfect view of her open, soaking wet pussy. She glanced back at Brian, saw what he must be doing and smiled to herself, knowing how horny she was making him, hoping she was doing the same to the woman outside. Lara moved the vibrator onto her pussy, knowing it would take only seconds now. "Oh yes, yes, god yes," she cried as the vibrations buzzed through her clit, setting her nerve endings on fire. She stared out at the woman who goggled open mouthed back at her. "I want you," she mouthed to the woman who only blinked in reply but still didn't walk away. Lara slid a finger back up inside her, scooping upwards, hunting for her g-spot, finding the wet hardness at just the right moment. She climaxed a second later, the orgasm she'd been waiting so long for finally arrived, tearing through her body. Her head arched back, hips thrust upwards, pressing against her finger. Her pussy muscles twitched and spasmed, her body tensed, she was unable even to scream now. Through the window the woman watched all this silently, feeling an aching between her own legs. If only she were brave enough, she would have gone in now, buried her face between that woman's thighs, tasted her wetness, felt those muscular contractions on her tongue. But instead she just stared silently, wondering if she was really seeing this. Lara was invisible to the cars in her position but the people walking past stopped now, forming quite a crowd, all peering in at this girl in the throes of an incredible orgasm. At last Lara fell back to the floor, bottom sticky from the wetness that had run down to between her cheeks. She was flushed, chest heaving as she felt the last pussy contractions squeezing the finger inside her. The vibrator lay fallen to one side, gently buzzing on the carpet, no longer needed. Brian wasn't finished with her just yet though. He stood up, wanting to finalise her humiliation. He walked round the counter, erect cock jutting from his trousers. He knelt down quietly behind her head. Her eyes were still closed as her breathing slowed gradually. He began wanking his cock furiously, aware all eyes outside were focused on him now. Within seconds his cock began to twitch and a line of hot cum jetted out and landed right on Lara's face. A second spurt flew from him, hitting her chest, making her jump. She opened her eyes, not easy as sticky cum was covering her eyelids. She opened her mouth to protest just as another spurt fell from his cock, landing right in her open mouth. Lara swallowed involuntarily, the throbbing in her clit distracting her attention. She looked outside, saw the crowd that had gathered and jumped up onto her feet, aware suddenly of her nakedness. She grabbed her clothes and dressed faster than she ever had before. Her face and hair still matted with Brian's spunk as she glared at him whilst throwing her clothes on. "How could you do that to me?" she asked as she dressed. Brian stood back up, shrugged and reached behind the counter. He pressed stop on the recording, then grabbed Lara's computer. "Here," he said. "Take it. And if you have any other problems you know where to come now."