It started out as a day not unlike any other. My work load was small and I had only a couple of service calls scheduled. I was at my desk, preparing to journey forth when the phone rang. A sultry voice on the other end of the line identified herself as Lisa Baker and asked if we made house calls for computer repair or did she have to bring the unit into the shop. I told her we made house calls and if the machine had to come in the shop there would be no charge for pick-up and delivery. I told her I could probably be there around 1:00 p.m. She said anytime was fine as she was home all day and had no plans to go out until late that afternoon. So we scheduled the service call.
My first call of the day took a lot less time than I anticipated, so I headed to Lisa's house thinking I could get this one out of the way and perhaps have a short day. Little did I know it would be a rather long day, but one I shall never forget.
When I arrived at her door I was greeted by middle-aged woman dressed in a house coat.
"Hi, I'm Mike from Certified Computers. I know I am a bit early and if it is not a good time I can come back at one," I said through the screen of the door.
"No, no. Come on in," she said as she opened the door for me.
As she escorted me to the back of the house I casually perused her form. She was about 5'8" tall with shoulder length red hair. Although the robe hung loosely about her, disguising her shape from my prying eyes, I guessed she weighed about 150 pounds. As we passed through her bedroom door she stopped and pointed to the computer which sat on a desk against the near wall.
"I don't know what's wrong with it. I turned it on this morning and all I got was this message about CMOS something or other and something about run setup again," she said as her green eyes locked with mine.
I looked at the computer, noting it was a three-year old Packard Bell model. In the humid environment of South Florida, it is not uncommon for soldered-in CMOS batteries to die prematurely. I always carried a couple in my brief case so I figured this one was gonna be easy.
I looked back at Lisa and smiled. "No problem, I can probably have it fixed in short order, Lisa."
"Oh, I hope so. See, I spend a large portion of my day seated in front of it. It has almost become my life," she laughed.
Then, as she looked closer at me I saw her furrow her brow as if in concentration.
"Have we met before?" She inquired.
"I don't think so. I meet a lot of people in my day to day work, but I know I have never been in this neighborhood before."
"Oh, well you just look familiar and I don't usually forget a face."
"Perhaps I look like a movie star or something," I laughed. "You know, Quasimodo or something?"
She laughed hard at that. "No, Mike, Quasimodo you ain't."
As I set my brief case down and moved to disconnect the various cables from the CPU she walked to the door.
"I was just gonna step in the shower when you arrived. If you don't mind I think I will go ahead and bathe while you work on the computer."
"Sure, go ahead. I'll be fine here."
In less than two minutes I had the cover off the case. Just as I suspected, the CMOS battery was all oxidized on each end. With a pair of side-cutters I clipped it out of circuit and placed an external battery in the case. Within moments I had the computer reassembled and powered on. After running the setup utility I leaned back and took in my surroundings as the computer booted up.
Directly behind me was a queen sized bed with floral print sheets tucked neatly in the corners. Strewn about the bed were an assortment of pillows and a couple of stuffed toy animals. Directly to my left was a 21" TV on a small stand with a VCR on top. On the wall to my left was a large bookcase filled largely with paperback novels - romances for the most part. On the bottom shelf was a row of video tapes. As I waited for Win95 to finish its laborious boot up process, I got out of the chair and walked over to the bookcase. Squatting down I scanned the labels on the video tape boxes and chuckled to myself as I noticed the majority of them were porno flicks.
A beeping from the computer returned my attention to the task at hand. The operating system was asking for Scandisk to be run so I hit the enter key as I sat back down in the large office chair at the desk.
I could hear the shower running in the background as I waited for the utility to finish running. Finally the Windows desktop appeared and I began to check the configuration settings. In the process of checking out the operating system I accidently clicked on the documents folder in the start menu. As I was fixing to close it I noticed that the 10 or so documents listed were all jpeg files. Curious to see what Lisa had been looking at (we computer techs do discover a lot of things about peoples on-line habits) I started Quicktime for Windows and then began opening each of the jpeg's.
"Woah Ho!" I mumbled to myself as each one popped up on the screen. The pics were of nude men, most of them were crotch shots of guys stroking their cocks. Now I spend a LOT of time on cu-seeme adult reflectors and I recognized some of the names that are posted in the top left hand corner of the pics. Apparently Lisa had been cruising some of the adult reflectors and had used a screen capture utility to capture a few of the vids.
I got down to one pic labled "Snag 09". When I opened it I almost fell on the floor. It was a picture of me! That's right, Lisa had been on a reflector the same time that I had been on and it must have been a good night for me cause there I was - leaned back in my chair, my cock in my hand, my gaze fixed upon the monitor before me.
Now I know I have never seen this woman on cu before and I looked about and noticed there were no cameras visible on or around the computer desk. I momentarily opened cu-seeme on her computer and discovered her nick was "SuziQ". Apparently she was one of the lurkers that most of us don't see (after all it IS CU-SEE ME) .......LOL
Well, at this point my cock was growing in my trousers. In my mind I was visualizing Lisa seated in this chair, hands busy between her legs as she watched the exhibitionistic antics of horny men on her computer. My hand slipped under the waist of my trousers and grasped my cock as I sat there musing over the smallness of the world and how coincidence can play a large part in people's lives.
I must have been quite distracted for I didn't hear the shower quit and didn't know Lisa was returning until I heard her gasp as she reached the door to the bedroom. I snatched my hand out of my trousers as I turned to regard Lisa, my face burning in shame.
"Oh my God!" She cried out as she looked at the computer monitor and the pics of nude men on the screen. Her hand flew up to her mouth and I saw a flush creep up from her neck to leave her face livid as she blushed.
We both seemed to be frozen in place. Me gaping up at her like a kid caught with his hand int he cookie jar and she with a look of mortification upon her face. She began to physically shake as she edged closer to the computer.
"I, uh, I'm sorry," I mumbled.
Slowly her gaze moved from the computer to lock on me. As she removed her hand from her full lips, she took a deep breath and sighed.
