Dan takes the USB stick out of his pocket and slots it into the television. It wasn't often that he got the house to himself, and after working hard all day he felt that he deserved a little bit of "me" time, and what better way to relax than with a beer and a selection of his favourite videos. He turned around and settled on sofa, and began scrolling through menu's until he found the file he was looking for: Grafton 2018. Pressing play, he settled back.
After a few seconds buffering, the picture faded from black to reveal what he knew to be the pedestrianised street running up to his local shopping centre. It looked like an Autumn day: despite the bright blue skies a blustery wind was blowing leaves in circles in the corners where buildings meet. Although there were a few people around, many carrying Primark paper bags, it was not exactly busy.
The video zoomed in on the back of a woman walking down the street - she has tight denim shorts and thick black tights but the look does not suit her (her legs are too short and she is too middle aged to carry such a young look off; the tights are stretched in places where they should not be stretched) and the man holding the camera voices his disapproval. He refocuses on another woman walking away from him, a tall blonde dressed in a mini dress and boots. It lingers on her bum and legs moving seductively before refocusing on a woman walking towards him.
She was young, 25 or 26, an attractive brunette with pale skin and large brown eyes. She was dressed in a denim miniskirt which reaches halfway down her thighs, brown patterned tights and knee-high boots. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and covered by a tweed like hat, and it was clear that she is wearing a tight striped top beneath her padded gilet. The camera picks her up some way down the road and watches her approach, walking fairly briskly, as if to meet someone
"Excuse me!" the mans voice says. The woman does not hear him and is almost walking past when he repeats himself. "Excuse me, miss! Can I ask you something?"
"Sorry," she says and smiles at the camera. She is pretty (not beautiful, her mouth is too wide, her teeth slightly to large, her forehead slightly to big to be beautiful) in a girl-next-door sort of way. "Ermmm... yes?"
"Well, it's a bit embarrassing." says the voice. "You see, I have a problem... a big problem..." He pauses.
"Hmmmmm?" She lowers her chin and looks up at him slightly, coquettishly: eyes wide and a smile on her lips.
"Well... it's my cock..."
The girl blurts out a laugh and puts her hand to her mouth, clearly shocked, before waving her hand dismissively at him and turning to walk away.
"No wait! Please!" he shouts. She stops and turns, one hand on her hips and a sceptical look on her face, eyebrows raised. "It's just that I'm so... I was out with my friends last night... I think they spiked my drink... Viagra I think..." She makes a half tutting, half-sighing incredulous sound and rolls her eyes. "It's just that I'm so turned on! My cock is so hard it's uncomfortable! I was hoping you could... you know... give me a hand?".
The woman's eyebrows raise further. "Give you a hand? You want me too...?"
"I'm sorry..." he whines. "I'm desperate!"
"Desperate? Is that supposed to be a complement?" Again an arch of the eyebrows.
"I've tried to do it myself, but it didn't..."
There is an embarrassed pause. People walk by in the background, surely close enough to hear their conversation. Everyday life seems to be going on around them as if nothing untoward were happening. The woman continues to look at the cameraman, but there are a couple of surreptitious glances down towards his crotch. She begins to bite her lip.
"How turned on?" she asks suddenly.
"Oh, very... I don't think it would take very long..."
"And you've tried to... you know..."
"Take matters into my own hands? God yes! I swear I wouldn't be stood here asking pretty women..." (another eye roll) "... if I hadn't already tried!"
The woman looks down the street to her left, staring into the distance, before seeming to make a decision and turning back to him. "Ok, but we can't do it here. Follow me." she says before turning decisively on her heel and walking ahead of the camera. She has walked a few paces before she glances back over her shoulder - "You will be quick, won't you?"
Dan presses pause on the remote and unzips his fly, releasing his cock and giving it a couple of strokes. He's not fully erect yet, but knows that he will be rock hard soon. Pulling his trousers and boxers down over his thighs, he looks at the girl frozen on the screen, admiring her legs and arse. Hand wrapped around his cock, Dan presses play.
The picture blurs where two bits of video have been spliced together, and when it clears the brunette is walking into a small graveyard next to a Victorian red brick church. The cameraman follows her as she makes her way through crumbling gravestones, the names of the deceased blurred with time, to a large tombstone. She constantly looks around her and when she arrives at the grave she turns and beckons him towards her nervously.
