Note from the author:
This is my first attempt at an erotic short story - I hope you enjoy it! It's a multi-chapter story, so please keep reading!
This story was submitted in the "non-consent/reluctance" category. If that's not what you're into, then this may not be the story for you.
All characters involved in sexual encounters are 18+.
Finally, the story is set in Australia, so Mum not Mom, Celsius not Fahrenheit, Christmas is in summer, and so on.
======== Chapter 1 ========
Nigel Barassi stifled a yawn with the back of his fist as he struggled to get his bearings. Small beams of early morning sun were poking their way through cracks in his bedroom curtains. Being summer, the sun began lighting the sky at an annoyingly early hour. What was it that had woken him? He normally slept through the first light. Probably someone's bloody dog barking, he thought. Grumpily he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. What was that dream he'd been having? He felt as though it was at the very edge of his memory, but the recollection was slipping away like water through his fingers. He began to doze off again when -
*bing*
The notification from his mobile woke the 53-year-old successful businessman up again. His still sleepy brain grumpily cursed whoever it was that had messaged him, before he remembered that the phone went on airplane mode each night. Airplane mode, except Wi-Fi. And the only thing he had set up to give notifications through Wi-Fi was his home security camera system.
This roused him slightly. He had had numerous cameras set up around the house exterior only last week. They covered every angle of the exterior. These cameras sent notifications when motion was detected. It was probably some cat, but he reached for his phone nonetheless.
Unlocking the screen he noticed six notifications from Camera-4. Immediately his grumpy mood shifted to one of excited anticipation. That camera watched his side fence, but he'd positioned it extra carefully compared to the others. See, if it was angled
just so
it also provided a clear view of two upstairs windows in the neighbouring house - the real challenge had been disguising the angle so it didn't
appear
to be filming next door. And one of those windows was the bedroom of a stunning young blonde University student.
He clicked the live feed in time to see a fit, tanned young woman pulling on a pair of black-laced underwear.
Scrambling, Nigel bolted upstairs to his spare room, which was directly across from the unsuspecting blondes bedroom.
***
Next door, Anna Wade was excitedly preparing for the day ahead, trying on different outfits from her expansive wardrobe, carefully selecting an outfit. At just after 6am on a Saturday, she normally wouldn't be up this early, not for several hours yet. But she'd woken up early and her anticipation of the upcoming day was such that there was no hope of settling back down for a sleep-in. After all, it's not every day you turn 19 is it?
As far as birthdays went, this would be one to remember! She'd spent months leading up to her birthday pleading, nagging and demanding that her parents buy her a car. And she'd told them *exactly* which car too. It was at the showroom, a BMW convertible, hot pink, leather interior, all the bells and whistles and more. Brand new.
Holding a dress up in front of her in the mirror, she shook her head: no, that green was too dark and didn't match her bright eyes. She threw it aside and reached for another outfit.
She'd get a new car, not some ugly thing like Beckie, her best friend, had been given on her 19th birthday. A Volkswagen Golf - boring! And it was second hand! Yuk! Imagine getting a car that someone else, probably a sweaty old guy, had driven and used. Most likely they'd spilled drinks and everything in there! Well, it might be good enough for Beckie, but her dad was only some engineer, probably on good money by most people's standards (Beckie had gone to the same high school as Anna after all, which was also the most expensive in the city), but her parents hardly drove the best cars. Mid-range at best, and usually second hand.
She tried on the next outfit, a miniskirt and light pink blouse, but realised there was a loose thread on one of the skirts hems so the entire outfit was tossed carelessly by the door to be thrown out later.
Anna's parents on the other hand always drove new cars, and expensive ones. Her mum drove a Range Rover, her dad a Porsche. They had the biggest, fanciest house out of all her friends, and always went on the best holidays. Flying Business Class too, of course. Anna always wore the best and most expensive clothes, and if a pair of shoes didn't cost at least $200, then they simply were not good enough. Her dad was a highly successful stockbroker and owned his own firm, so, as she figured, it was no wonder they were rich.
The next outfit, a light purple dress was cute: it fitted snugly around her firm breasts, but as she studied it from various angles in the mirror, she decided she didn't like the way the design was shaped around her hips: it didn't display her waist and bum curves well enough.
But it wasn't just the car that she was excited about. She was meeting her friends, Beckie, Rachel and Tanya at the mall in the morning and she was going to buy herself a few new outfits - her parents had given her own credit card only last week, liked to their account, and it had a $10,000 monthly limit that needed using - and there were only three days left in the month!!