Velvet Letter

Alice parked up, got her shopping bags from the back seat of the car, and found her keys to let herself in. She dumped the bags in the hallway and walked into the living room.

"No, I'll try to sort something out for you. No, I don't know anybody off the top of my head. I will, I promise," Martin was saying on the phone.

He hung up and gave her a forlorn look.

"Who was that?" Alice asked, "Disgruntled customer?"

"Even worse," Martin answered, "It was Tom."

Oh no, that meant trouble, in a good way though. Tom was Martin's stepdad, and a bit of a recluse these days. Martin's real father had passed away when he was only three years old, and a couple of years later, Martin's mum got together with Tom. He'd raised Martin as his own; they'd been very close, until when Martin was eighteen, his mum suddenly passed away too.

Martin was away at university at the time, and came back for the funeral, of course. Tom was devastated and became very quiet and distant. When Martin came back home during breaks in term times, Tom stayed out of his way, barely talking to him, Martin assuming he was a reminder of his mum.

In Martin's words, things had picked up the following year when he came back from uni with his girlfriend in tow, a bubbly soul called Chloe. Because of her, mainly due to her badgering of Tom and trying to get his morale up, his relationship with Martin got much better. Chloe seemed to work well around Tom, and he seemed to be getting back to his old self again. Then, all of a sudden, Chloe not only finished with Martin, but she left university mid-course and moved away, and changed her phone number too.

Expecting sympathy when he next returned home, Tom went back to his new normal and kept out of Martin's way as much as he could. He'd got on really well with Chloe and blamed Martin for them splitting up. As soon as uni finished, Martin found himself a flat with cheap rent, and he rarely heard from Tom that much these days. Tom himself had sold his business; he'd got a decent price but sold quickly as he couldn't be bothered to go in any more, and had bought a house out in the countryside, away from other people.

"What did he want then?" Alice asked.

"He's installed some security cameras himself, but he doesn't think they're working correctly," Martin answered.

Alice pondered his words and wondered if somehow she could worm her way into Tom's good books. They'd met a few times, and although she'd broken the ice to an extent, she overheard him telling Martin when he thought she was out of earshot that she wasn't a patch on Chloe and probably wouldn't ever match up to her.

"I could go over and take a look?" Alice said.

"You, you don't know about security, do you? Your job is in IT," Martin scoffed.

"It might be a coding issue; it wouldn't hurt for me to look at the system, right? I may even get him back onside if I can fix it," Alice explained.

"Okay, I'll ask, but you know what he's like," Martin exclaimed.

Alice picked up the bags and took them to the kitchen, putting the various items of food into cupboards until everything was away. Martin walked into the kitchen and shrugged. He still had the phone held to his chest.

"He begrudgingly said okay, but he doubts that you'll be able to sort it out, and wants to know how much you'll be charging him," he told her.

"Oh, there's no charge, I'll have a look as a favour, he is family after all," Alice explained, "ask him if I can pop around after work tomorrow, about six-ish?"

He nodded and hung up. He told Alice that Tom still didn't think she'd help, but she was free to come and try to help out anyway before he called somebody who'd charge him a fortune. Alice laughed and said it wasn't like he couldn't afford it anyway.

The following morning, they were getting ready for work when Martin glanced up and looked Alice up and down.

"Are you going in those?" he asked, "I thought you'd wear something a little more, erm, conservative perhaps?"

Alice stood looking at him; she knew what he was getting at. She'd always been a colour person, never really a fan of mundane black and white. Unironically, she also had red hair. She always wore bright colours, usually bright patterned dresses or blouses, and always coloured stockings. Martin enjoyed that part, as coloured stockings were always paired with a coloured suspender belt too. Alice didn't like tights, she felt them too uncomfortable, and she'd tried hold up stockings but was constantly pulling at them, thinking they were coming down.

Combined with the stockings and suspenders were normally the same colour of knickers, quick-release knickers as Martin laughingly called them one day. Yes, she did wear them over the suspender clasps, mainly as it was easier to pull them down to use the toilet, or, as Martin explained, it was quicker and easier when they had sex.

Today's outfit was a navy blue and red floral dress, knee length, with buttons down the front to her navel. She hadn't done up the buttons just yet, and Martin had noticed the lacy red bra underneath, barely covering her ample 34B breasts, and the red nylon her legs were encased in. Red nylons meant red suspenders, and Martin knew which underwear went with the bra.

"The red lace shorts, really?" he laughed.

"He's not going to see them!" Alice laughed.

"I'd make you go up and down ladders all the time," Martin laughed back, "at least even then he could be staring at that beautiful round arse."

Alice laughed, she'd always hated her pear shape, her still firm 34B breasts a contrast to her 40-inch hips, her round arse and podgy thighs. 'Squidgy' Martin had told her that best described them, and it became a secret nickname he used for her.

When she'd finished work, Alice typed the postcode for where Tom lived into her Sat Nav. She'd been a couple of times, but not from the work direction. When she finally got there, he opened the door, a frown on his face. He mumbled hello and waved her into the house.

It was large, too large for one person alone, and very open plan. He walked towards the kitchen area and asked if she wanted a drink. Alice told him just water for now and sat on a sofa. She sank into the soft, plump cushions. She saw Tom turn and pause, the glass in his hand, and noticed at her angle her legs were pointing right at him, and her knees were now higher than her arse was. He handed her the water and smiled.

"I'll need your laptop, please," Alice told him.

"Oh, what for?" Tom asked.

"I want to see the setup first, check if it's been done correctly," she explained, "it could be something simple that's been overlooked or bypassed," she continued, remembering that Tom had done it himself.

He handed her the laptop but sat next to her, watching the screen, asking what she was after when she checked through folders and things. Alice assumed he was just trying to remember what to do for future reference. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that he kept glancing at her legs, and her dress had ridden up to halfway up her thighs.

"This all looks fine. I'll probably need to check the cameras themselves, but that will take a while. Is it okay if I come back over at the weekend rather than start now?" Alice asked.

He sat in thought, then told her that Saturday would be fine, and to come around midday. Alice thanked him for the water and walked out to her car. She turned to wave goodbye, and Tom was already closing the front door. She got back and told Martin, who said he'd expected nothing less from him after recent times. She told Martin about going around on Saturday with her, and she told him that it wasn't a problem with her, as long as he left her to work and didn't interfere.

When Tom opened the door on Saturday and saw Alice, he smiled wryly, and his eyes wandered down her body. It wasn't obvious, but Alice noticed and wondered if he liked the yellow stockings she wore today. Silly me, she thought to herself, he won't know they're stockings. His face changed when he saw Martin, again not much, Martin didn't notice, but Alice had. She asked for his laptop again, and where the cameras were situated.

Each time she moved about, Tom went with her. Each time she did something on the laptop, he asked questions about what she was doing. Martin kept speaking, but he didn't answer, his focus went back to Alice and what she was doing. He asked if she was going to be much longer when she checked the fourth camera, and told her that he needed the toilet. Alice told him she should be finished up by the time he got back, and as he walked off, she nodded to Martin to go with him, to talk to him away from her.

Alice sat on a bench outside, this camera was pointing away from the front door. She clicked to check the folder to see if any updates needed doing, and stopped dead in her tracks. This was the wrong folder, but she was glad she'd clicked on it. Images appeared on screen, only small icons, but big enough to have an idea what was on them. She clicked the first one and giggled.

It was a scantily clad woman, wearing stockings and a Basque. Alice clicked to the next, and carried on clicking. She soon realised they were all very similar, all wearing stockings with either a Basque or a corset. She'd checked out a few when she saw Tom and Martin coming back. Quickly, she closed down the folder and went back to the desktop screen.

"They might need updating, I've written down the details, and I'll let you know, I can do it remotely though if you prefer?" she told Tom, showing him the scrap of paper she'd written on.

"I'm not that tech savvy. What does remotely mean?" Tom asked.

"It means you give Alice access to your laptop, and she can do the updates from home then, rather than having to come here and do so," Martin explained.

"Would I be able to see what you're doing?" Tom asked.

"See, yes, but you'd be blocked out of using the laptop for a short while while the updates are running," Alice instructed.

"No, no, I'm not happy with that not at all, you can come here and do them while I watch," Tom complained.

Alice nodded and said okay, Martin hadn't seen anything untoward, but she'd noticed Tom becoming very defensive. When Martin said about a film he wanted to watch later, Alice had said she'd leave him to it, and was going for a long soak in the bath. She lay in the warm water, soap suds lapping over her body, going over in her mind how Tom had reacted. He'd been very sure he didn't want Alice using his laptop while he was locked out of it, and wondered why. She remembered the pictures that she'd seen and wondered if there was more that he didn't want her to see.

She went out to Tom's house before Martin had come downstairs, and left him a note saying she hoped she wouldn't be too long. He'd arranged to go to watch a football game anyway, but she didn't want him to change his mind and invite himself to his stepdad's house with her.

"No Martin?" Tom asked when she arrived.

"No, just me, he's busy today," Alice explained, "is that a problem?"

Tom told her no and waved her inside. She smiled to herself as she walked past him into the house, knowing that the shorter, tighter skirt she'd worn, on purpose, was working its magic. A little flirting with him wouldn't hurt, especially if he mellowed enough to be comfortable in her company. She asked for the laptop, and he pointed to a dining table and told her that he'd already set it up and was ready to use. Alice sat on the stool by it and watched Tom walk to a sofa facing her.

She started working on it, Tom constantly asking what she was doing. Out of the corner of her eye, Tom kept glancing at his phone, but when he wasn't, he kept giving sneaky glances in her direction. Alice realised that while he sat on the sofa, he was lower than she was, so could quite possibly see under the table and was glancing at her nylon-clad legs, this time she wore sky blue.

She moved them just a little, her knees parting slightly, and saw him give a wry smile to himself. With the updates running, she quickly opened the folder that she'd seen previously. A couple of times, she had to minimise it when Tom walked over to see how things were going. When he did so, he was very smiley, chatty, asking questions, even nudging his hip against her side and not moving while doing so.

"Can I get a drink, please? It's warmer today than normal, don't you think?" Alice asked, "Squash, if you have any, please?"

Tom asked if she wanted coffee, and she told him that she did normally drink that, but a cold drink would be better. When he brought the glass to her, she'd undone the top button on her blouse. Just the merest hint of a sky blue bra could be seen underneath it. She saw Tom glance, and then he sat on the sofa again, another wry grin on his face as Alice had parted her legs just a little further. The look on his face now was like he was trying telepathy to part her legs further still.

"Will it take much longer?" Tom asked about twenty minutes later.

"There's around fifteen minutes left yet," Alice answered.

He stood and told her that he needed the toilet and wandered off. Alice opened the folder again and quickly scanned through the photos. There were a lot more than she'd expected, and she clicked back to the menu page. She scrolled down for a while and quickly closed it down when Tom came back. As he walked into the room, Alice jumped, and her glass tipped over.

"Oh no, it's gone over my skirt and blouse," she cried out.

Tom handed her a kitchen towel, and she told him that she needed to wipe them off with water before the juice stained. He pointed her towards the bathroom, telling her where it was, and she ran upstairs. Once in the bathroom, she stood as quietly as she could, running water into the sink, while taking off her skirt and blouse.

She heard him on the stairs and grinned to herself. She dropped the skirt onto the floor, took the blouse and started using a wet cloth to wipe it down. She heard a creak on the landing and knew that Tom could see her through the door she'd left half open. She heard a low grunt from him as she stood staring. Alice knew then that the sky blue outfit, a lace basque and stockings, had gotten his attention. If that hadn't, putting the blouse over the side of the bath and bending over to pick up her skirt, keeping her legs straight to maximise the curve of her thighs and arse, certainly did. She heard the same low grunt again, and it took all of her willpower not to giggle. She stayed until she heard him move away, then got dressed and went back down.

"Ah, good, they're all done, "just need to check all are working now and I'm finished," Alice told him once she'd gone back down.

She went back to the desktop screen and called him over to see. She opened the camera feed page and saw that only four of the six cameras were showing. She looked at Tom, puzzled. The others were blank screens.

"Oh, they're fine, I've turned them off myself," Tom told her.

He explained that they were internal cameras; the others were watching outside of the house, so these two didn't need to be on while he was home alone. Alice said okay and told him that she needed to do one last little thing. She asked about something of Martin's that he'd asked if she could take back with her, and Tom went to fetch it. When she left the house, she turned to wave goodbye, Tom was smiling and waving back, and told her thanks for coming over, and hopefully he'd see more of her soon.

His words kept coming back into her mind later that night. It was normal behaviour, but not like he'd acted before. Maybe it was because Alice was alone and not with Martin. Maybe Tom was warming to her after all. 'See more of you soon', he'd said as she left. It sounded innocent, but his voice was a little sinister as he spoke, Alice thought.

When Martin said there was something on TV he wanted to watch, Alice said she'd leave him to it and go upstairs for an hour while it was on. She took the laptop and shut the bedroom door properly. She switched the laptop on, found the link she was after, and clicked it. The screen she saw on her laptop showed no movements; the cursor stayed where it was. Good, Tom wasn't using his laptop but had left it on. Alice had noticed previously that he always left it on the desktop screen when not in use, even if he had it on charge. The remote access had worked too; he hadn't noticed it. She scrolled and found the folder she was after.

Image after image appeared on screen as she clicked her mouse, always a lingerie-clad woman in various poses. She jumped a little at one, there was no hiding anything in this one, the woman was posing in the same lingerie type, just with her legs spread as far as she could possibly manage, her hands pulling her labia far apart, her hole gaping for whoever was taking the picture. The next few pictures were tamer, posed, and then Alice noted the time stamp in the corner. She clicked back to the folder view and changed the sequence sort to date ascending.

The oldest pictures appeared now, a couple of ones that she'd previously seen, mostly the same pose, a woman in lingerie either standing by or leaning against something. In some, they were topless, the basque or corset pulled down to expose their breasts. In others, they wore no knickers, but most were a little more tasteful than the one with her legs spread. Alice went back to the listing and scrolled down a little further.

The first couple were similar, and then they changed. The next image showed a woman with her hands tied behind her, the next, they were above her head, fixed to something, the next, she had something between her legs. Alice zoomed in and saw that it looked like a candle inserted into the woman's pussy. She scrolled between them and noticed they were of the same woman. She scrolled further and saw much more of the same. One picture made her jump again. The woman this time was tied over a table, her pussy gripping a baseball bat, the look of horror on her face telling Alice that she'd not been expecting it.

Going back to the listing, Alice wondered how long Tom had been collecting these images, and indeed when the latest ones were uploaded. She checked the date of the first image, and saw it was from quite a few years ago now, nearly ten years actually. She changed the view to date descending, and gasped. Tom had added some new files today. She opened the latest one and gasped again. There was no face, but the sky-blue lingerie set, stretched tight across a big, round arse, was unmistakable. She clicked to the next few, again no face, but she recognised her own legs in the sky blue stockings underneath a table, slightly surprised at herself at how far apart her knees had been at the time.

She'd only been teasing him, but this one showed his view was right up to her knickers, pulled tightly between her legs. No wonder he'd been busy checking his phone every so often, she thought to herself. Seeing herself on screen, knowing that Tom had taken them without her knowledge, not only did not bother her, but she found herself getting turned on by it.

Quickly, she closed down the folders and switched off the remote access to Tom's laptop, and maximised a random webpage she'd opened previously. Martin walked in and laughed, seeing the webpage with handbags on it.

She'd wanted to check again, but didn't get the chance until Martin went to shower the following evening. She quickly clicked the link and paused, seeing that Tom wasn't using the laptop again. She opened the folders and scrolled through quickly. She noticed a file that was an MP4 file and clicked on it. A video started playing, a darkened room with a bright light focused on one part. The camera zoomed in a little, and Alice noticed a woman, dressed in very similar lingerie to all the photos, standing with her arms above her head. As the camera got closer, Alice noticed they were tied and fastened to something up high. As she heard the footsteps of the person behind her, she tried to wriggle free, but her arms were held tightly.
The camera was set down, facing her, and another person approached her. Mindful of the light, only the middle part of his body could be seen. The woman still tried to move away, but couldn't. He moved closer, one hand on her shoulders, the other pushed crudely between her legs. He rubbed vigorously, her head moving from side to side, and suddenly he pushed down his trousers quickly and pushed his hips forward. Even from the angle of the camera, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she'd shouted out loudly.

He started fucking her, a relentless pace that suggested he wanted this to be over before she could protest too much. Alice watched for a few minutes, then noticed the video was just over an hour long. She couldn't watch it all; Tom would be bound to want to use the laptop during that time. She clicked on the bar to skip the video a little. Twenty minutes in, his pace hadn't changed. The woman still had her mouth open, still looked a little forlorn, but suddenly she cried out. Even with no sound, Alice knew that she'd just orgasmed. She skipped just a little, to around thirty seconds later, wondering if it was his turn, whether the woman's cumming had spurred him on. Still, he fucked her with the same enthusiasm as before.

Alice skipped a few more times now, each time he was still going at it as if his life depended on it, the further into the video, the more her body looked flimsy, like the life had drained out of her. Alice clicked to right at the end, around one minute of the video remained. Still, he fucked her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips tightly, until suddenly he pushed his cock as far into her as he could manage. Alice could see him finally empty his seed into her, the woman open-mouthed and crying out. Finally finished, he withdrew.

Fucking hell! Alice gasped loudly. As the man pulled away from her, his cock slithered out, glistening in the light, a long, thick pole of meat soaked with their combined juices. Alice paused the video and felt her heart race. She knew now why the woman looked like she was sobbing, probably relief that he'd finally finished, probably glad that the cock that looked around ten inches long had finally been removed from her well-used pussy.

Martin coming back downstairs brought Alice to her senses, and she quickly turned off the video and opened her social media page she'd had ready. They sat watching TV for a while until her phone pinged.

"Can you come over on Saturday? I need to discuss the other cameras with you, not sure they're working properly after all," Tom had messaged her.

She told Martin, who said that would be fine if she didn't mind, as he was going to watch football.