This is a true story that took place in the summer of 2020. It's about a build up of sexual tension 10 years in the making. Some of the events have been slightly changed or consolidated for efficiency, but the crux of what you're about to read is absolutely true. I think about these events often and I enjoy writing, so I'm glad to have this outlet to relive my story and share it with you. I hope it turns you on.
Part I: The Nanny Cams
I have a good friend who we'll call Sherry. She's a bit older than me, pretty, has a hot body, and loves to have fun. The catch is -- she's married. We worked together for 10 years and there was definitely a mutual attraction between us, but we never let our flirty/dirty talk go too far. After she got a new job, we remained good friends and kept a dirty sense of humor between us.
Just before the pandemic began, my ex-wife and I got divorced and Sherry and I grew closer. It was a little tough getting used to single life during the COVID lockdowns but Sherry was a sweetheart and regularly checked in on me, making sure I wasn't getting too lonely. She also offered to help care for my dog while I was working, since my pup was also adapting to a new lifestyle after my ex left. I had a couple of pet nanny cams to keep an eye on him, but Sherry insisted on stopping by my house to let him out to play and go potty. I offered to pay her but she refused. She said she loved doing it.
As the weeks went on, Sherry and her husband became a couple of my "quarantine buddies." The three of us hung out once in a while but more often it was me and Sherry alone. There were a few times I got home early from work and she was still at my house playing with the dog, so she and I would chat and hang out. I was a bit self conscious spending time alone with a married woman, especially since her husband was a friend too, but we were good about it. She was open with her husband about our one-on-one visits and we always stayed outside to avoid suspicion.
My work hours were sporadic during the early days of the pandemic, which was good and bad. I had less pay but I was done early fairly often. After a couple weeks of seeing Sherry most afternoons, I was excited to have an especially early day home from work. When I arrived she had just shown up and let herself into my house. She was pleasantly surprised to see me so early and we hugged each other, like we usually do. I offered to make her favorite drink -- rum and coke -- and she gladly accepted.
We sat on my back porch, drank our adult beverages, and chatted. We were on a bench and sat close together, and I could smell her lovely perfume. It was a fun and loose conversation and soon we were each into our second rum and coke when we started having some flirty banter. We discussed how we'd likely be dating each other if she wasn't married and she leaned closer to me as we sat on the bench. I was getting hard and the alcohol was giving me ideas. I knew I couldn't get physical with her, so I had to be clever...
I offered once again to pay Sherry for her dog sitting services, and she declined as I expected. So I decided to get bold. Thanks to the alcohol, that wasn't difficult.
I asked if she would like to have the login info for my pet nanny cameras. I told her if she didn't want payment for helping with my dog, I'd continue to make her drinks on the days I got home early and let her look in on my dog virtually when she didn't have time to come over. She was excited with that arrangement and I helped her set up the nanny cam app on her phone. I joked that if she planned on spying on me she wouldn't see anything "intimate" because I only had two cameras on the 1st floor, and my bedroom is on the second floor. She laughed and said that didn't matter. She promised to never check the cameras when I was home ... but I had a hunch she wouldn't stick to that promise.
It's important to know the nanny cam app allows you to watch live footage and it also saves clips when there's movement in front of the camera. The app lets you know when a motion clip has been viewed, so I could tell when Sherry was watching clips before I saw them myself. Because of this, I knew she was watching me from time to time despite her promise not to. This is exactly what I was hoping for, and although I wanted to immediately have fun with this new opportunity, I knew I had to be strategic and not make it obvious I knew she was watching me.
A few days later I was really buzzed after I had a virtual happy hour with some friends on Zoom. It was late at night and I stripped naked for bed. I was horny and decided this was my chance to have fun with Sherry. Thanks to the alcohol I hardly hesitated as I went downstairs and approached one of the nanny cams while completely nude. I walked into my family room and pretended to look for my phone. My cock was getting hard from the thought of Sherry watching me. Even though I was drunk and starting to feel sick, it was a huge rush flashing her. I didn't linger in front of the camera so I wouldn't make it obvious what I was doing, then I went back upstairs to bed and passed out.
The next morning I woke up hungover but was excited to see if Sherry had watched me walking naked through my house the night before. I opened the nanny cam app and saw the clip in question. The thumbnail was an image of my bare ass in night vision ... and I could tell it had already been watched.
Sherry had seen it.
I opened the clip to see how much I had been exposed to my sexy friend. I was surprised I had only shown my ass. I had walked past the camera too fast and my cock was barely visible from that angle. I was a bit disappointed I didn't show her more but my heart still pounded with excitement. I wondered how soon it would be before she talked about this. We had established a discrete style of flirting in order to maintain plausible deniability with her husband, but sometimes Sherry can be quite bold. I knew she'd bring it up eventually -- the question was, how long would I have to wait? We texted each other often but we rarely flirted that way, so I had to wait until I saw her in person again.
A couple days later I got home early again and Sherry was still at my house. She was sitting on my back porch with my pup chilling by her feet. She stood up when I arrived, clearly excited to see me. We hugged and I noticed she got a lot closer than usual, pushing her pelvis against mine. Then I saw she had already helped herself to a rum and coke, which meant she was in the mood for fun. I tried to contain my excitement and patiently wait for what happened next. I settled in and made myself a drink, then we sat on my porch and started chatting. It didn't take long for her to say "You got a little drunk last weekend, huh?" And she laughed.
This was it, the moment I had waited for. I had to struggle to avoid being obvious about my excitement.