The video that George had made of him and Mandy together was all he could have ever hoped for. He now had a record of the event to keep forever, any time he got the urge for some relief he would put it on to watch. Stretched out on the sofa, cock in hand, he would re-live the whole experience over and over again.
The other, more important reason, for making the video was, of course, to blackmail her into more sex. This part of the plan was proving a little more difficult however.
Her name did not appear in the phone book and when George approached the college with some bullshit story about wanting to send her a thankyou card, they said they would pass one on as it was against policy to give out students details.
This frustrated old George as he couldn't think of any other way to track her down, particularly as he was pretty sure that she may have finished at the college now anyway. All he could do was keep his eyes open in the faint hope that he may find her again one day.
While reading the local newspaper one morning George saw a headline that instantly caught his eye. It read, "MAN CHARGED WITH HARRASING NEIGHBOUR." It told of how a man aged 61 was being charged by the police for peeping on his neighbour as she got undressed. It went on to say how he had done this a number of times over the 6 month period that he had lived there along with making a number of comments of a sexual nature to her.
Further down the page it said how she claimed a number of items of her underwear had gone missing from her washing line and that she felt her neighbour was responsible.
"Good for you mate," old George thought to himself as he smiled in appreciation of the guy.
As he went on reading the story it gave the guys name and address, it wasn't too far from where he lived. He was shocked however when they gave the girls details, only referring to her as a 20 year old called Mandy.
"No way!" thought George, "it can't be..... can it? she could be 20 by now, that was a while ago that she said she was 19..."
This could be the chance he had been waiting for, it may not be her, but it has to be a possibility that it is. He had to take the chance to find out, it was a bit of a long shot but it had to be worth a try.
"Oh God I hope it's her, I hope it's her," he kept muttering to himself as he excitedly ripped the page from the paper and stuffed it in his pocket. Deciding that there was no time like the present he grabbed a copy of his video recording and set off to the guys address.
It was about a 15 minute walk and as he arrived George felt a little nervous as he approached the front door, he hadn't thought it through properly and risked making a fool of himself but he knew he had to try and see if it was the same Mandy.
He rang the bell and stood waiting for a moment as he heard someone the other side fumble with the lock before the door opened.
"Yes?" said the short, round faced, pot bellied man who answered, "can I help you?"
"Erm yes, I've come to ask you about the girl in this story," George replied as he pulled the piece of newspaper from his pocket.
"What girl!" he came back with angrily, "thats all rubbish, just a pack of lies!"
As the guy tried to shut the door George put his hand against it to stop him. "No no no, you don't understand.....I think I can help you."
"How?" he replied looking up and down the scruffy little old man stood on his doorstep.
"I have this erm...tape, if you will allow me to show it to you I think its the same girl you see."
Old George wasn't making much sense as he waffled on but the guy listened to what he had to say and decided to let him in, partly due to curiosity of what was on the tape and partly due to the fact that he needed any help he could get to help him out of the trouble he was in.
The guy took the tape from George and put it in his machine and began to play it.
"Thats her!!! a...and thats y...you, but how? I mean why did she...erm..." said the guy, now completely confused.
"That's her???" asked George excitedly.
"Yeah, thats her, I don't understand..."
"Let me explain..." said George as he went on to tell how he had managed to blackmail her and that he was sure that this tape could be used in the same way, to stop her bringing charges against him.
The guy reached out his hand and said, "my names Ted."
George took it in his and gave it a firm shake, simply replying, "I'm George, pleased to meet you."
With a mutual understanding of each other they both sat and watched the tape. Ted removed his thick framed glasses to give them a wipe before putting them back on his sweaty face. "She's fuckin' gorgeous," he said, "you lucky bastard, I'd give anything to get my fuckin hands on her, she's such a prick teaser, I see her every day and it drives my cock fuckin' crazy."
"Well, why don't we pay her a little visit?" George suggested, "where is it she lives?"
"Not far!" Ted replied as he wiped the sweat from his face with a tissue, "but she's not there at the moment, she's got a job in some office now and doesn't get home until quite late."
"When would be a good time to get her on her own?" asked George.
"About 8:30 in the morning, her folks have gone out by then and she'll be on her own before she leaves at 8:45."
"Sounds like you know her routine very well."
"Oh yes," replied Ted, now confident that they were both of the same mind, "all that stuff in the paper is true, what she doesn't know is that I watch her every time she goes out, she's just so fuckin hot that I can't help havin a quick wank every time I see her."
"I know exactly what you mean my friend, if she don't want the attention she shouldn't walk around looking so fuckin' sexy."
After talking about her for another few minutes they had both got themselves so wound up that they put the tape on again. Ted sat there, and without a care in the world, got his cock out and started playing with himself as he watched the tv.
George was shocked to see him do this right in front of him as if he wasn't even there, but being in need of the same he decided to join him. So the two old boys sat watching the tv excitedly wanking themselves off.
