I walk into the kitchen and pick up an envelope off of my kitchen counter. My name is scrawled across the front. I open it to find a folded letter and a single gold key. I remove the piece of paper and begin to read the hastily written, cursive message.
Jessica,
Thank you again for offering to help me with this. I really appreciate you and hope you’ll allow me to pay you back. This is the key to my apartment. I live in room 328, if you didn’t know already. You’ll find everything you need in the living room on the desk.
I’ll be gone for the next few days, so feel free to drop by whenever you get a chance. If something comes up and you are unable to help for whatever reason, no need to fret. I can always take care of it when I return. If you need anything or have any questions, feel free to reach me at 555-794-2464.
Thank you again for offering your assistance.
Sincerely,
John
I snicker to myself at the overly formal letter for such a simple task. I fold the paper back up and take the key from the sleeve and tuck it away in my pocket. I walk around my house collecting a few things in my purse, before I step out of my front door and make my way down the hall towards John’s apartment.
John and I have been neighbors basically the entire two years that I’ve lived here. We moved in just a week or two apart. He’s nice. We aren’t super close, but we seem to pass each other in the hall on our way to and from work during the week and always manage to strike up a casual conversation. My offering to help him out now is a first for our relationship.
I approach the room marked 328 and quickly dig the key out of my pocket. I unlock the door and walk into the apartment. I peer around curiously having never actually stepped foot inside before. The space is nice and clean but a little barren. There aren’t many decorations leaving a lack of personality.
I walk through the kitchen into an equally sparse living room. It’s also a pretty minimalist, ordinary room. However there is a bright red sofa in the center of the room facing a tv on a stand against the wall that adds a nice splash of color to an otherwise neutral looking room.
In the corner of the room I spot my target, a large wooden desk with a computer and monitor placed upon it as well as some cords and other accessories. Next to the desk lies a box containing a brand new computer.
Yesterday when I was coming back home from work, I saw John carrying the new computer in the elevator. I made note of it which elicited a frustrated grunt from him. It turns out his current computer has been on the fritz and it was time for him to get a new one.
He was mostly irritated because he was going to have to transfer over everything from the old one to the new one and he wasn’t sure how to do it. He says he’s not very “tech savvy”, which makes sense. John is quite a bit older than me. Probably in his 50’s or 60’s, so I’m honestly impressed that he’s not completely technologically illiterate like my similarly aged parents are.
I tried to cheer him on by telling him that it shouldn’t be too difficult and that he can probably have it all done by the end of the weekend. He then complained that he wouldn’t even have time to think about it until next week, because he had to leave town for a few days.
As he told me all of this I felt compelled to offer my assistance. I knew the task could be taken care of by me much more smoothly and efficiently. And he seemed like he could really benefit from the help. So I offered to take care of it while he was gone.
He seemed surprised that I would volunteer to do that and tried to deny me at first. But after a brief argument, he agreed that it sounded like it would be a good idea. So I told him to swing by before he left with his housekey. He did and now here I am!
I pull the black leather seat out from the desk and sit down in front of the computer and shake the mouse. The login screen appears and asks me for the password. I quickly realize that he didn’t give me that in his letter. I search around the desk looking for some sort of note that he may have left me. I can’t find anything so in a last ditch effort I try typing out the word ‘password’. It unlocks.
“Of course,” I think to myself.
As the computer boots up, I reach into my bag and pull out an external hard drive that I brought with me. I plug it into the tower and look up at the now fully loaded screen. I flinch when I see the desktop littered with dozens of folders. I can see why he thought this was going to be a chore. But ultimately I’m not concerned.
I open up the external hard drive and start to systematically transfer the data over to it. Folder after folder I transfer. Some of them appear to be work documents. Some appear to be family photos. Some appear to be personal writings. Some seem to be tax documents. I quickly start to realize how private all of this is. And how trusting he must have been to leave me to do this. I feel a bit flattered.
After several minutes I eventually clear out the desktop completely. I open up the File Explorer to make sure that there isn’t anything that I’m missing. I check the Documents, Pictures, and Music to find nothing. I click on the last icon named Videos, and instead of an empty white screen there is a single yellow folder titled “The Collection”.
I look at it curiously. “Why is this here?” I think to myself. “Everything else was on the desktop. Is this even anything?”
Before I can think about it further I find myself double clicking on the folder and opening. My jaw drops as the screen populates fully with thumbnails of nude women in various sexual positions. “Oh my god! This is his porn collection!” I scroll down the page to see more and more videos. I laugh to myself and think, “Now I know why he was so worried about getting everything transferred. This must have taken ages to download.”
But as I’m scrolling something catches my eye. In one of the images I can see a woman, a beautiful blonde on her knees looking directly into the camera. Something about her is familiar. I stare at her for several seconds trying to pin her identity. I don’t really watch porn, so I don’t think that she’s an actress.
My curiosity gets the best of me and I click on the video. It opens and begins to play. The video starts with her already kneeled, wearing nothing but a lacy set of matching underwear. She looks great. A man behind the camera begins speaking to her. His growling tone sounds…familiar.
“Are you ready baby?” the unidentified voice asks.
The blonde woman nods her head. “Yes please!” she says excitedly.
As the sound of her voice hits my ears, my memory becomes clear. I saw her recently! In this very apartment building! I was getting back from dinner with some of my friends and we rode the elevator up together. I remember commenting on her sapphire earrings. I look closer at the video and can see a glimmering blue stud, the same that she was wearing that night.
“Then come and get it,” the man replies. The woman crawls toward him.
As I watch I can’t believe the odds. This random girl just happens to show up in my apartment building and then I also happen to find a video of her only a few days later. But then it hits me. What if this isn’t a coincidence?
The woman plants herself on her knees at the feet of the cameraman. She looks into the lens expectantly. “Take it out,” the man commands.
Shivers run up my spine. I suddenly know who the voice sounds like. But that can’t be. That would mean that night that she was here for him. That would mean that all of these videos are of him. That would mean that THIS is him.
I hold my breath as the girl unfastens the man’s pants. She slides her fingers into the waistband and slowly slides them down his legs. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as she begins to reveal his flesh.
She takes them down inch by inch before eventually exclaiming, “Jesus Christ, John! You really are huge!”
John.
The name echoes in my mind as I come to terms with the fact that I am watching his personal sextape. “I shouldn’t be doing this” I think to myself. I reach forward and grab the mouse.
But just as the cursor reaches the pause button, the fabric of his pants passes over the head of his cock allowing it to spring out from his body providing me an unrestricted view of it.
“Holy shit!” I whisper to myself. My hand drops from the mouse inadvertently and my jaw drops as I look at the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.
The girl in the video wastes no time. She immediately wraps both of her hands around the girthy monster in front of her eyes. There’s a look of excitement and awe in her eyes as she strokes up and down his long shaft.
“You like that baby?” John asks.
“It’s incredible!” she responds with a big smile. “I mean…look at this thing!” She grabs around the base and lines it up with her forearm. “It’s practically the size of my arm!”
My hand subconsciously finds itself massaging up and down between my wrist and my elbow, as I try to visualize what’s in front of me.
The woman continues gawking at the size measuring against herself in various ways. John speaks up. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“I don’t know,” she says with a giggle. “I want to try.”
“Good. Open your mouth.”
The woman sits back on her heels and obeys his demand. She opens her mouth wide. John grips his cock and guides the tip between her lips. Despite hardly being able to fit it into her mouth, she begins to bob her head up and down on it. She takes about half of his length into her mouth while her hands work the base. She closes her eyes as she works on pleasuring him.
“That’s it baby. Just like that,” John grunts.
I’m laser focused on the video. Watching this woman trying to handle the massive member of my neighbor has left me completely aroused. Without a thought my legs have spread and my fingers have started to rub my pussy over the fabric of my sweats. I watch intently, licking my lips, wishing that they had something to occupy them.
For the next several minutes, the girl sucks and strokes John’s cock. I continue to pleasure myself and start to feel a pressure build inside of me. I quickly rub myself trying to reach orgasm, but before I can John withdraws himself from her mouth.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks. She nods her head enthusiastically. “Get on the couch.”
The video ends.
I pause for a second. My breaths are erratic. I quickly reach for the mouse and search for the next video. Any hesitation to not violate John’s privacy have subsided. I need more. I find the next video with the thumbnail being the woman lying on the bright red couch that is currently no more than 5 feet away from me. I click the video.
It begins to play. At first all that I can see are a set of arms, seemingly making sure that the camera is aimed properly. After a few adjustments, he pulls his arms away and his face dips into view for the first time. I gasp as he looks into the camera, confirming without a doubt that this is the man that I pass in the halls with regularity. It feels like he can see me.
A small smirk appears on his face once he realizes that everything is set up. He stands up straight and turns to walk away from the camera towards the sofa. He must have set it up on the stand that the tv is on. Soon the woman can be seen lying on her back still just in her underwear.
As he gets further away, I can see more of his body. Despite being older, he looks like he’s in great shape. Much better than I would have assumed from seeing him dressed. His legs are muscular. He has a bit of a round belly, but he looks strong. And of course his fully erect cock still impressively stands straight out from his body.
He walks over to the couch and stands over the woman. He slides his finger under one of her bra straps and pulls it until it snaps against her skin. “Get undressed. I need to grab something,” he says before walking off camera.
She does as he says. She sits up and reaches behind her to unhook her bra before letting it fall to the ground. She lifts her legs up and slides off her panties as well. She sits on the couch. Her small perky breasts now fully exposed.
Something about watching her get nude makes me want to do the same. I quickly begin peeling off pieces of my clothing until I am fully naked. I pull one of my feet up into the office chair allowing me full ability to touch myself as I please.
After a few seconds John returns holding a large purple bottle. He walks over to the woman, places the bottle on the ground, and sits next to her. He reaches across her body and places his hand on her cheek. He leans over and begins kissing her face. He slowly works his way down her body, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, then down to her chest. All the while she reaches over to him and starts stroking his dick.
As I watch I begin to toy with myself. The tips of my fingers gently massage my clitoris as I envision feeling his lips on my body.
But before long he moves away. He pulls her to look at him. “All fours,” he says sternly.
He stands up and picks up the purple bottle off the ground as she gets into position, turning her body away from him with her hands and knees on the couch cushions. John adjusts himself to be behind her, one leg bent and resting on the sofa, the other grounded on the floor.
He clicks open the cap to the bottle and pours the contents into his other hand. He tosses the bottle to the side before generously applying the substance to his penis. Even on camera I can see the glistening of his now thoroughly lubricated cock, now ready to enter her.
He scoots closer to the woman. He grabs the base of his dick and aims it towards her hole. As the tip makes contact with her lips she whimpers out, “Please be gentle.”
He chuckles as he teases his head between her labia. “I will…at first.”
He repositions himself to enter her. He pushes forward. As his thick head enters into the girl, she gasps. “Oh my god!” she says.
He begins to rock his hips back and forth slowly inside her. She lets out uncomfortable groans as she stretches to take him. With each movement I can see her body flinch. I begin to mirror his thrusts with my fingers. Each time he presses in or pulls out of her, I rub myself.
After a minute or so, her pain induced groans shift to pleasurable moans. He’s able to slide in and out of her more easily and starts to pick up his pace working deeper inside of her. I can hear her pussy sloshing from the rigorous fucking that she’s taking.
And as he speeds up, so do I. What started as just a slow, gentle tease, is now a fast paced fingering. I rapidly rub my fingers back and forth across my clit. I can feel myself wanting to cum. I watch as he drives his cock into the girl on the couch. She’s now starting to scream as he buries himself deep inside of her.
Through those uncontrollable yelps of ecstasy I can hear him say one thing. “Cum for me!”
Simultaneously, the woman from the video and I lose ourselves to the sensations. She wails uncontrollably and her arms give out from underneath her. My legs straighten out and lift me up nearly knocking over my seat from beneath me.
I sit back down hard onto the chair and roll my head back. My legs shake uncontrollably. I can hear the continued clapping of skin and elated squeals from the video until I finally recover my brain function.
I look back at the screen and see them still going. I move the mouse to the bar on the bottom of the screen. This video still has twenty minutes left in it.
Suddenly I’m overcome with a realization of what I’m supposed to be doing and a guilt for not having done it. I lean forward in the seat and move the final folder over to the hard drive.
Once completed I pull out the new computer tower, turn it on, and set it up with a password of “password” before restoring all of his data from the hard drive onto the desktop of the new device.
As I work, I can’t get him out of my head. The way he looks. The size of his dick. The way he fucked her. A swirl of emotions fill my brain. I’m partially excited, partially guilty, partially jealous. But the thought that keeps reemerging, is “what can I do to get that for myself?”.
I finish moving all of the folders onto the desktop except for the one marked “My Collection”. In order to match how he had it on the old one, I go to his Videos to save the folder there. I hesitate to do it, because once it is done there will be no reason to see it again, but ultimately I commit and make the transfer.
I’m about to shut the computer off and head out when I look down at my phone and get an idea. I stand up from the chair and move into the main part of the living room. I open the camera and prop up my phone on the tv stand facing the couch. I set up a countdown for 10 seconds. I click the button and hastily make my way onto the couch. I lie out seductively clasping a breast in one hand and touching my pussy with the other. The camera clicks.
I grab my phone and move back to the desk. I take a cord from my purse and connect my phone to the new computer. I quickly find the photo and transfer it into the “My Collection” folder. It sits as the most recent entry, displayed prominently at the top of the page.
I’m not sure if he’ll see it. Or if he does, if he’ll even want to do anything about it. But after all that I’ve seen, I know that I’d kick myself if I didn’t do something.
I put on all of my clothes and pack away all of the things that I brought in. I make my way out into the hall and lock his door behind me. I put the key back in the envelope and slide it under the door. As I walk down the hall to my apartment, I type out a message to the number that I got off of the letter.
“Hey John! Just wanted to let you know that I’ve gotten everything set up. I hope your trip is going well!”
I enter into my apartment. I walk into my living room and plop down on the couch.
What have I done?
I begin to worry that I have made a mistake. A moment passes and I feel my phone vibrate. I look down to see his response. The only thing that he sent was a single thumbs up emoji. I laugh.
I find myself taking a deep, centering breath. And though I’m still nervous, I realize that my fate is sealed. Only time will tell what happens next.
To be continued…
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