Looking to get earn some extra cash for a new toy he wanted, Lance decided to start charging for the computer work he had always done on the side for friends and neighbors. It wasn't his first choice, but he figured if people couldn't figure out how to fix their own problems, it would be worth at least $20 or so for him to do it for them.
Of course, payments were usually slow in coming, and usually he got the pity-party "please help I don't know what to do" comments, followed by "I'm broke, can I get you later?"
One neighbor in particular (Mary) had used a few freebies, but she was late in the one payment she did have. A whole $20 was it, and she kept dodging him. Lance was starting to think that he would have to forgive the debt if they wanted to stay friends.
As Lance was leaving the grocery store talking to a friend on his cell, he saw Mary walking nearby. On a whim he ignored her and kept the phone to his ear after his friend hung up, pretending to keep the conversation going because he saw her hide behind a snack machine. He really didn't want to talk to her now anyway. He started venting to his friend, just loud enough for her to hear.
Mary saw him, but she thought she hid fast enough to avoid detection. She scooted closer and hid behind a soda machine to listen in. She wasn't sure why, it just sounded like a good idea at the moment.
A little louder than needed, Lance said "Maybe I should start charging soft-core porn as payment. Like letting me take pictures of the female customers. If she's shy, she can 'steal' my cellphone and take either nude or topless pictures in the bathroom, then put my phone back before I know it's gone. I can even pretend to not know it's gone. If she wants, she doesn't have to show her face. Maybe just down-blouse pics for small payments. Do you think that's too much to ask?"
Mary gasped in surprise at what she heard. Initially she was disgusted, but as Lance kept talking, she heard him mention that some subtle flashes plus some extra 'accidental' boob-brushing against him would go a long way to help say thanks for him helping the woman.
She was still creeped out that Lance would say something like that, then told herself she shouldn't be. He's a man, and men are pigs.
Lance watched the reflection of Mary in the window from the corner of his eye. He almost laughed as he saw her jaw drop. Deciding she had overheard enough, he changed the subject and walked away. Once he was out of her sight, he put the phone in his pocket.
The next Sunday night, Mary's laptop froze up when she was three hours into a presentation that was due at work the next morning. Freaking out, she tried everything she knew to unlock the stuck machine, but nothing was working.
In defeat, she held down the power button until the machine went silent. Turning it back on, she started to get worried when the screen stayed black, then her heart sank when she saw the hard drive LED wasn't blinking anymore. Getting more scared, she rebooted again and the same thing happened.
She didn't have the time to redo all the work, and she cringed as she could already visualize the ass-chewing she would get in the morning for the assignment not being ready.
Flopping back in her chair, she thought "I really should have done this Friday. Damn it! Now what the hell do I do?"
Since she had downed four glasses of wine that evening, it took a few minutes to remember she could still call Lance, he was always up late. She rushed to get her cell and his his speed dial number. He answered right away.
"Hey Mary, how you doing?"
"Not so good Lance. Sorry to call so late, but it's an emergency. My laptop just died on me and now it won't turn on. It's got a presentation I HAVE to have first thing in the morning. Is there any way at all you can help me tonight? Please?"
Lance sighed heavily. "Dang that really sucks. I'm so sorry Mary, but I was on my way to bed. I am..."
She interrupted "But if I don't have it ready at 8am, I am in huge trouble."
"I am really tired and have to be up early, and I was just heading to bed."
It was then that Mary remembered overhearing his phone call the other day. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, making her mind up in an instant.
"Well that makes two of us in PJs. Since you're the geek genius, you don't have to go anywhere. If I head over to your place in 30 seconds, can you help? Please? I will owe you big time!"
Lance thought back to her eavesdropping the other day and wondered if she was trying to make that happen. Maybe helping to pay her overdue balance too! He wasn't really headed for bed just yet, he was drinking a few beers while watching TV, so it was worth a shot!
Lance laughed, replying "Well it will go on your tab then, and that list is already kinda long. But ya... I guess, come on over. I'll get my geek tools ready. The door will be open, just come in."
A wave of relief flooded over her, and Mary stood up with a huge smile on her face. She tossed back the half glass of wine for courage, and headed to get things ready.
"Ok, I'm getting my stuff together, I'll be there in like two minutes."
She shoved the laptop into its bag, and almost as an afterthought, put the nearly full bottle of wine in next to it. Taking her keys out of her purse, she was almost running as she went out the door.
Their houses were just a few blocks away, and she was there in no time. Mary's heart skipped a beat as she stepped out of the car - her upper body twisted and her pajama top shifted a little, letting in the cool night air. As it slipped through her top, her nipples hardened, and she remembered she wasn't wearing a bra. She hadn't intended to come over this way, she was just ready for bed. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I can play ignorant, and maybe it will help!'
Mary opened the door and went straight to the kitchen and saw Lance sitting at the bar, popping open a bottle of beer.
"I figured you would have wine, so I didn't want you to have to drink alone," he lifted the bottle in salute. "So let's see what you got for me."
He nodded at the laptop bag, but she knew what he was thinking. He had said that phrase many times, but she never thought before he meant anything other than the computer. Until now.
She sat the bag on the kitchen counter, pulling out the wine, her cellphone, and the laptop. Turning around she went to the cabinet to grab a wine glass. They were usually on the top shelf, and she was short, so it was a long reach. Poking her hand around, she didn't find any.
Lance answered her question before she could ask it. "Sorry, none up there. They're all in the dishwasher."
She turned to get one but he was right behind her, heading the same way. Mary wasn't expecting him there and she flinched. Her turning, plus the flinch, put her body in his way, and he walked into her.
He stopped abruptly as Mary's shoulder pushed into his chest, and her elbow into his stomach, but neither of them noticed because it put her hand directly on his cock. They stood in awkward silence for a moment before backing away, both suddenly embarrassed.
"Sorry Lance, I wasn't expecting you there, I wasn't trying to get all grabby or anything."
"No, it's OK, I should have let you get it. ANYHOW, so let's take a look at his laptop, k?"
As Mary bent over the dishwasher, she just knew he was staring at her ass. When reaching up into the cabinet, the PJ top had pulled up, and she was thinking maybe he could see the top of her panties!
The pajamas were thin cotton and didn't hide much, which made her feel extremely exposed, so she was surprised at her rush of excitement as she felt herself start to get moist. Her heart was fluttering like a schoolgirl from this unexpected turn-on!
Her mind started wandering, going a mile a minute. Talking to herself in her head, she thought 'You're crazy, woman! You have been married for six years, and your husband is at home in bed. If he had any clue about computers I would have asked him first, but he's a car mechanic, not a PC mechanic. Lance was also married, and his wife was in bed too, and just down the hall. I wasn't grabbing his junk, it was an accident. This all seemed so wrong, and we aren't cheating, but... Oh hell, I don't know!'
Mary stopped over-thinking things and went to stand by his side at the table as he opened the laptop lid.
Since Lance had a little toddler, there were plug protectors in all the electrical outlets. She got the power cord from the bag and when she went to plug it in, she remembered what he had said a few days earlier and she thought this was a good chance for a flash.
Mary turned to face him and bent over at the waist while trying to work the plastic out. Taking a sneak peek down, she could see that the neck of her top had fallen wide open, and she had a very clear view of her full breasts on display, her nipples still very erect.
She really did try to get the plug protector out, but the wine and her nervousness of blatantly giving him an 'accidental' flash of her bare breasts made her hands fumbly. Her nails kept slipping off the hard plastic. Mary sank to her knees and looked at him pitifully.
"Ok Lance, I give up. Give me a hand here?"
He shook his head and smiled, but he did come over. As she knelt down, she was still leaning forward a little, so her neckline gave him a teasing glimpse of cleavage as he bent over her to get the plug.
His head was just high enough that she couldn't see him, but she knew there was no way he couldn't see. Only now he was looking down her shirt from a foot away.
Mary was still amazed how much it turned her on to realize that she was allowing her bra-less breasts to be seen by him. For once, she was happy they were a bit smaller so he could see almost everything, to even see her stiff nipples through the fabric showing how turned on she was. Of course, the wine helped give her the nerve to do it.
It seemed like he was taking his time doing this, but she held still, letting him take all the time he needed, but she was getting impatient. Glancing up at him was all it took for him to finish up.
Her eyes met his as Lance jerked his head up, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks in embarrassment at being caught. He turned quickly and walked to the table while she plugged in the power supply.
Lance scooted his chair under the table, but not before Mary could see a lump in the front of his flannel PJ pants. She smiled in satisfaction she stood behind him, watching him plug in some USB thing and put in a CD.
She watched in interest as Lance booted from the CD then navigated through some programs from the CD. It looked confusing, so she took the time to refill her wine glass and get him another beer.
A few minutes later, Lance looked back at Mary and waved her over. She walked back, giggling to herself as her step faltered a tiny bit. "Damn wine!" she mumbled.
"Does this file name look familiar?" he asked, "It says these right here were the ones you were accessing most recently."
Mary stopped behind him and bent over to look over his shoulder. She watched carefully as she bent over, stopping only when one breast was firmly planted on his back.
"Well that is the name I gave it, so probably, yeah. Can you open it and see it my work is all there?"
"Sure, it will take a second..."
The disc whirred for a minute, then the program came up, showing her presentation. In order to see the small print better, Mary moved to his side, a few feet away across the table from him, and bent over, putting her elbows on the table so she could see the screen.
It was only after seeing his head jerk towards her that she realized her shirt was showing her off again. A warm tingle buzzed in her stomach, but she ignored it, hiding her smile as well.
