"A Series of Fortunate Events" (closed)

[CarlyConners]

"A Series of Fortunate Events"

(closed)​

Carly Conners was sitting before her laptop's webcam, flirting and talking dirty to her boyfriend. Bobby Taylor's smiling face filled the screen. He'd been away for almost 3 months now, first at boot camp and now at Basic Electronics School. He was going to be a Navy Electrician. By the time he finished this school and his next, he would have been away for almost 7 months.

Fuck! I'm so horny! she thought.

It had been so long since his mouth had been on the sensitive folds of her lonely pussy. Since his cock had thrust repeatedly between them. Carly's lust was building. Every day worse. She feared she wouldn't be able to hold out for Bobby. Feared she couldn't remain faithful. Wouldn't. After boot camp, his parents had FedEx'd Bobby his laptop. With both having internet access now, they could at least do this. Almost every day, sometimes twice a day, they'd done this. Got naked before the webcams. Touched themselves. Watched the other touch him- or herself.

It wasn't enough for either of them. But it was all they had at the moment. Bobby couldn't always do it. He shared a room with three other sailors. She had a room to herself. So she performed for him far more often. That was convenient, of course.

"Take it off," Bobby told her.

"Take what off?" she asked playfully.

He smirked, "All of it, of course."

Carly laughed, stood, and backed away from the desk. She stopped when she could see herself from the knees up in the little picture-in-picture image in the screen's lower corner. She shed her gym shorts, then tugged at her top. A young, firm titty sneaked out for his viewing pleasure.

"Miss me?" she asked timidly. She tweaked a nipple, then cupped its breast. When he said yes, she asked, "How much?"

"About nine inches," he said with a laugh.

Carly laughed as well. "Show me."

Bobby hesitated, looking away. He told her to wait, then disappeared for a moment. Even over the laptop's speaker, she could hear the door's lock click. When he returned, Bobby stood back from his computer. The growth in his crotch was already obvious.

"I'll show you mine," he said, beginning to undo his uniform pants, "if you show me--"

Suddenly, the image of Bobby disappeared. A pop up filled most of the screen. She moved closer to the computer and read. And her eyes and mouth widened in shock. She ran out of the camera's view. When she returned, she was in loose fitting sweats that hid her curves. The message on the screen claimed that her laptop had been hijacked. It was locked up. Pirated was the term she'd heard in the past. She read further. It said her hard drive would be erased in 96 hours unless she paid $999 to the web site in the text.

Carly could have lived with that. There wasn't much on her hard drive that she cared about. Certainly not enough to warrant paying hackers just short of a grand. But reading further, Carly panicked further. The hack claimed that it had automatically accessed all of her social media accounts, too. Okay, so...? She read farther to see that her passwords had been reset. She wouldn't be able to get into her own accounts. Okay, so? She could start over.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, of FUCK!" she suddenly found herself repeating as she read.

Her social media hadn't just been hacked. So had her cloud. Her cloud! Where she kept the recordings of her online sessions with Bobby. She read on, learning that at the end of that 96 hours, her cloud would be uploaded to the internet. All over the internet!

96 hours. Doing the math, Carly realized she had 4 days! 4 days to come up with $999. Fuck! She couldn't have this kind of stuff out in the world. But, she didn't have that kind of money. She'd be destroyed. Hell, her parents! What would this do to them? Her father was a lawyer, a member of the city council, and a prospect for State Senator. Her mother was on the school board, the city's urban planning committee, and a half dozen other community organizations.

What was she supposed to do? She tapped at the key board trying to communicate with the pirates. Nothing. She closed the laptop, opened it, and tapped in her password. Nothing again; the pirate popup immediately appeared. She covered the webcam with a Post It. And paced.



Carly knocked at the door of her neighbor's house and waited for him to answer. She didn't know him very well. He was a friend of her father or mother; or his wife was a friend of her mother or father. Carly didn't really know. She only knew that the two couples sometimes spent time together. Bowling, Pinochle, barbeques, television documentaries about ... oh, who cares, they're documentaries.

She didn't know him and she didn't know a lot about him. But she did know that he was a computer genius. If anyone could figure this out, he could.

 

[CFMB_fan]

The initial diagnostics

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It was Clare who answered the door, and recognised Carly. She was in her late 40s or early 50s with a full figure, a full set of curves under her long cool maxi dress, ideal for the spring weather that Sunday afternoon.

“Hi Carly, and what a surprise, we don't see you much, how can we help? Oh and please do come in.” as she saw angst, frustration on Carly’s face.

Clare heard Carly’s Synopsis of the problem and looked down at the laptop that she carried.

“Adrian is in his study, please follow me.”

Clare led Carly down the hallway and into a room behind the garage overlooking the garden, The room was quite large with several desks, all with computer screens on them, as well s bookcases with all sorts of stuff, books, hard drives, and the like. It looked total chaos. Where there was space on the walls, hung some photographs, mostly of Adrian and Clare, or Clare alone, a few of them she is nude or topless, in provocative images. It was clearly a busy room.

“Hi Carly, what a pleasant, surprise.”

He heard his wife’s brief synopsis and then smiled.

“Ouch, those fuckers… No antiviral software Carly?” he asked without any sound of judgement.

Clare turned to them and spoke. “Drinks? Tea? Coffee?” she asked specifically Carly. With her reply, Clare turned and left the room, heading back to the kitchen, from where she appeared shortly later with a large jug of ice water with lemon slices, placing the tray down on a table close to the door, before disappearing again.

Adrian smiled as he reached for the laptop.

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to a seat “and please take a seat. I’ll see what I can do, but I Can't promise anything, These hackers, some are pretty good, others actually don’t change the files rather they corrupt windows to give the impression that the files are hacked. Most people will panic and offer the money regardless.”

He smiled warmly.

“Could you be so good to pour me a glass of water please Carly?”

He placed the laptop on a desk, as he reached for a screwdriver and started to unfasten the little micro screws that held the hard drive cover in place. He stood over the desk, his shorts revealing his muscular legs. Despite being overweight, he wasn’t unfit, though he could always be fitter if he lost weight; his torso covered in a loose blue short sleeve shirt complementing his bright blue eyes. If Carly was ever awake early enough, she could see him cycling either to work some days in the week or a longer Sunday morning Ride like the one he had that morning. His hair was short, revealing the bald patch on the crown of his head.

He quickly removed the hard drive and placed it into a device, and started to type at another computer.

“This PC has Linux on, immune to all viruses currently and has some good diagnostic software…”

And the screen started to flicker with commands and prompts, all old fashioned looking. After a few moments, he turned to face her as he smiled warmly

Just running a diagnostic check on it now Catly. So how have you been? You've grown up in recent years. I remember you as a little girl." smiling.

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[CarlyConners]

“Hi Carly, and what a surprise......."

Carly smiled with excitement at the sight of Clare. She'd always liked the woman, not that she really knew her well. But the woman who was just a handful of years older than her own mother had always been kind to her. She very briefly explained the issue with her laptop, and a moment later was standing in Adrian's laboratory watching him tear the portable computer apart.

"The virus protection was up to date, so far as I know," Carly said as she wandered around. She'd only been in here two or three times over the years. She'd always been in awe of the things Adrian knew, had, and did. It was all so much more exciting that her father's work as an insurance adjuster or salesman or whatever he did. "I don't know, maybe I clicked on something I shouldn't have."

She hadn't told Adrian what it was that she'd been doing at the time that the computer locked up. Too embarrassing. Yet, as she caught sight of the large boudoir-style pictures of Clare, Carly began to think that maybe the man might be understanding about her little bit of fun with Bobby.

Clare returned with ice water with lemon slices, as opposed to the Rum and Coke Carly had not-so-jokingly said she'd love.

“Could you be so good to pour me a glass of water please Carly?”

"Sure," she said, turning to fix the drink. "Lemon?"

Carly thought she caught Adrian giving her a quick ogle when she turned back with the glass. She wouldn't have blamed him. She may not have been as scantily clad as she had for Bobby. But she was pretty close, having only donned one of her yoga sets under her loose fitting shirt.

Carly loved dressing like this and did so often. The feel of the poly-lycra blend wrapping her tight, petite body was the next best thing to being in a lovers arms at time. Plus, she looked good when wearing what was essentially little more than a second skin. The way the set emphasized her pert breasts, her narrow waist, her firm buttocks, her athletic legs; it drove both boys and men crazy when they saw her dressed like this. And Carly liked to drive boys and men crazy. Particularly when she needed something from them. There was one important lesson Carly had learned after beginning to develop her womanly curves: when you needed a man to do something for you that he might not otherwise want to do, dress like you were one step away from being naked. And in these clothes, she was.

Ironically, it was Clare who would make comment on her outfit, commenting on how well she'd filled out over the last few years. "You've developed wonderfully, Carly ... turned into a beautiful young lady.

Carly blushed a deep red, saying only, "Thanks."

"Last time I think I really took notice of you, you were still playing the Tom Boy," Clare went on, now physically turning Carly to get a look at all of her sides, "fighting with your mother because she wanted you to start wearing a bra."

Carly laughed embarrassingly and blushed yet again. "Yeah, that was ... a couple of years ago."

"No more coveralls and Converses?" Clare asked. She looked to Carly's feet, finding more feminine deck-style shoes rather than high tops. She glanced to the yoga pants, asking, "Not wearing dad's boxers anymore though."

Carly laughed sharp and loud. She'd gone through a phase where she'd taken to wearing her father's boxers over own panties. She'd more than often had to use a safety pin in the elastic band to keep them up on her narrow waist. She still stole them from his laundry occasionally even today. But the safety pin had been discarded after she'd developed her womanly curves in her hips and buttocks.

"No boxers," was all Carly said, looking away as she felt yet another blush coming.

She was beginning to feel very self conscious about her appearance when suddenly Adrian saved the day. He explained something about a guy named Linus and his immunity to viruses. No, she thought, not a guy. Linus had to be something computer-ish. Adrian explained that he'd started a diagnostic. Carly had at least heard that word before.

"So how have you been? You've grown up in recent years. I remember you as a little girl."

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other much," she confirmed. "Been busy, with school ... classes, of course ... Cheer. I teach a yoga class downtown ... and there's a couple of other things at school ... FBLA."

That latter one wasn't entirely true. The closest Carly had gotten to Future Business Leaders of America was blowing one of them in the back seat of his father's Lincoln as payment for writing her Spring Term Personal Finance paper.

The what-ever-you-call-it that the heart of her laptop was making some odd sounds. Adrian did some stuff at his keyboard, causing more sounds and a mess of activity on his monitor screen.

"I have to go see Mrs. Carlton about tomorrow's school board meeting," Clare said. As she headed out of the room, she warned, "Carly, don't you keep my husband sitting there at that computer all night. He has actual work tomorrow and needs his sleep."

The two women made their farewells. Carly turned her attention back to Adrian. But what ever it was that he was doing was way over her head. She began a slow pace about the room again, ending up at one of the big pictures of a very naked Clare. Her groin area was strategically hidden by an object in the foreground. But her still shapely, still somewhat firm breasts were on full display. Carly had eavesdropped on her mother and Clare one night. She heard them talking about how her neighbor's body was still 100% the work of Mother Nature.

"I hope I look this good when I am your wife's age," Carly said, glancing back at Adrian for his response. "Of course, I don't know whether or not I would have the courage to sit for a picture like this. Did you take it, Adrian?"

 

[CarlyConners]

(OOC: For anyone following our story, I changed Carly's outfit above, from dancing dress to yoga set. This caused some significant change in Carly's musings about how and why she dresses the way she does. If, when you read the above post, she was wearing a dress, you might want to go back and reread the post. If she was in yoga pants, ignore this post and go back to imaging her as she is. )

 

[CFMB_fan]

In the study...

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"Thank you.” he offered as Carly passed him the glass of water and took a sip instantly. The study could get warm, a mixture of the afternoon sun on the back of the house, including the garden, and the number of ‘puters located in there.

As the Linux PC was scanning the Hard drive, Adrian turned to face Carly as she looked at the photos that he had taken of his wife. They were not the best, but he was improving, as was Clare with her posing. But it was a way they had discovered of spicing up their sex life. In some ways that was the real purpose of the shoots. They had started to book weekends away, looking for hotels with interesting ‘olde world’ bedrooms which they could use as props, and make it a ‘date’ weekend.

He looked at Carly in her yoga style attire. He actually found females in that sort of attire rather alluring, the lycra ‘second skin’ hugging her tight curves emphasising her curves, her toned form without actually revealing anything. And the loose vest top with the large open arms exposing her crop bra just added to the illusion of revealing everything whilst showing nothing.

"I hope I look this good when I am your wife's age," Carly said, glancing back at Adrian for his response. "Of course, I don't know whether or not I would have the courage to sit for a picture like this. Did you take it, Adrian?"

“I’m sure you will, after all, you are thinner than when Clare was your age, not that I knew her then.” Pausing as he took a sip of water. “But of course being sexual isn't necessary a look or a size. It's an attitude, a confidence!”

“And yes, I took all the photographs on display in here. Why? Do you like them?” He was looking at her trying to decode her body language, but he sensed that she did, but maybe she was also slightly flustered by their presence. But then she was in the heat of ‘their territory’ a place were visitors rarely get to see.

“Have you tried accessing your accounts on facebook etc on your phone?” wondering if she was an android or Apple person. He and his wife were definitely Apple lovers, but he got a good discount via a friend, and he, they loved the seamless way they worked together, the iPhone, iPads, AppleTV.

He wasn’t sure yet what the ‘virus’ was and thus how good it was. But certainly, she should log in on her phone or even his Unix machine to change her passwords just in case.

“It may be worth you changing all your passwords just in case, assuming that you can remember them all? If need be login now and do it.”

He opened a new Firefox browser on the Unix machine and set it into the incognito mode, so that he couldn't store any passwords she typed in, and stood up offering her the chair at the desk.

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly blushed at Adrian's reassurance that at an older age, she would still be pleasing to the eye.

“But of course being sexual isn't necessary a look or a size. It's an attitude, a confidence!”

Adrian's use of the word sexual caused Carly to imagine the two of them in bed, naked, engaged, getting busy. She blushed, facing away from his thankfully. She looked to the picture of Clare, the one in which she was fully naked. She was sitting upright, torso twisted a bit, knees bent; Carly tried to imagine her straddling Adrian's groin, rocking to and fro as she rammed his cock in and out of her. Deep, fast, hard. Until she screamed out in ecstasy.

“And yes..."

His words snapped Carly out of her fantasies.

"...I took all the photographs on display in here. Why? Do you like them?”

"Yes, very much," she responded. Suddenly Carly wondered whether or not that had been the best answer. Had it implied that she liked looking at naked women? Or erotica in general? What would Adrian think of her if ever he learned what she was doing when her computer froze? She contemplated ways to clarify her answer. She glanced back over her shoulder at the man, saying only, "It's very good work."

“Have you tried accessing your accounts on facebook etc on your phone?”

"Jesus!" she practically exclaimed. "I didn't even think of that."

She pulled up her shirt, exposing her lycra-wrapped groin for a moment. She pulled her phone from the waist band of her yoga shorts and dropped her shirt again. Plopping onto a stool facing Adrian, she began tapping and swiping. She lifted her feet, resting the heels on the stool's supports. She didn't realize that, with her knees slightly parted, she was giving Adrian a straight view of the meeting of her thighs.

"Fuck!" Carly snapped without thinking. She grimaced and looked to Adrian. "Sorry. I just ... I can't get into Facebook. Tried it three times."

She went back to her phone, failing to get into Instagram, Twitter, and her video cloud. She got into Tumblr which she thought was odd. Then she realized she'd never accessed it from her laptop. Same with Pinterest. Adrian sat her at a computer, telling her that it wouldn't save her passwords after she was done.

"Doesn't matter," she told him. "I don't care if you have them. You'll need them if you're going to help me."

She tossed him a pen from the desk and told him to write them down as she used them. She again tried to get into each of her accounts, telling Adrian her user names and access code for each. Carly had never really thought of how many online services and accounts she actually had until now. Most of them were pretty run of the mill. Others were embarrassing.

"It's a role playing bulletin board," Carly explained when Adrian asked what Literotica was. He wasn't an idiot, and the name did have the word erotica in it. She clarified and excused herself in the same breath, "Yeah, they have erotic literature and role play but I only write in the Online Role Play thread, where there is no sex."

It was a lie on two points, of course. One, there was often sex in the less-sexual ORP forum. And two, she role played sexually a lot! They continued working but to no avail. She couldn't get into her Pay Pal and GoFundMe accounts. Yet she got into her bank accounts just fine.

"Probably afraid of the Feds coming after his ass," she mused. She didn't realize that going after any of her online accounts and blackmailing her was a Federal crime or she wouldn't have said that. She murmured more to herself than to Adrian, "Should be afraid of what I'll do to his ass."

They worked for almost two hours with very little positive results. Carly had given up helping. This was all too much for her. As Adrian went back to the things he was good at, Carly laid down on the old, raggedy love seat against wall. She stared up at the ceiling for a while. She rambled on and on about how this was going to fuck up her life. She didn't give the erotic specifics. She danced around that portion.

Carly was getting tired and should have gone home. But Adrian was like a steam engine on caffeine; you just couldn't stop him. She tugged at her shirt as it twisted around her arms and shoulders. It was uncomfortable in this setting. Carly stood and ripped it off over her head. Reaching toward the sky, she stretched her body. She leaned this way and that, then forward, then back. She twisted left, then right. It felt good. She wasn't doing it to tease Adrian with what were likely erotica looking poses.

Was he looking?

Carly dropped into the couch again, her face and knees to its back as she curled into a near-fetal position. She just needed a minute to rest her eyes. If she hadn't been so tired, she might have realized how erotic the view of her ass was right now.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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It took time, but with patience and phone calls, and using the resetting of passwords, they were able to secure pretty muh all her accounts. Some it turned out to be that Carly had been using the auto-enter function that she had forgotten her passwords, others possibly because of hacking, thought Adrian wasn’t a 100% sure. But where they had to call the helpline, they had been very helpful for the most part.

But she sighed with deep relief as she sat on the small ageing leather sofa that was in the office, their study, as she seemed to doze. She looked cute, her arse was well defined, firm. He thought back to the brief comments about his photography, wondering if she would pose for him. She also wondered if she was bi? He would get Clare’s thoughts on her later, but she did seem to spend some time looking at his full, voluptuous wife. But that could have been because she was thinking, her mind elsewhere, inspired by the photos.

He made a mental note to change some of them before she visited next time. And then there was a mention of Literotica a site he had heard off and read some of the stories himself. He wondered what was her favourite genre of stories? His personal favourite genres were erotic couplings some of the reluctance/non-consent and of course the male favourite bi-lesbian.

As Carly dozed, he opened up the Hard drive diagnostic scan window and saw the result. It was a virus, rather a Trojan. He was surprised the anti-viral software didn't stop it but he’d worry about that later.

But he had some news, some good, and some bad.

He gently woke Carly up with a gentle shake to her shoulders.

“Carly, wake up, as he handed her a cup of tea. He wasn’t sure if she drank tea or coffee but it was now almost ten pm and coffee might make her hyper, unable to sleep.

As she came round he smiled.

“You looked cute asleep.”

“Anyway good news I think. Firstly only your word documents and possibly Excel spreadsheets have been hacked, all your videos photos appear to be okay. Maybe the software didn't have time to hack them all before you turned off your laptop? Bad news though is that your cloud files, your Dropbox files have been affected.”

“I think I can possibly retrieve them though but will need to discuss a few things with colleagues at work.

Adrian worked in an IT dept at the local university, partly as a lecturer, partly as a systems manager. So there was a wealth of experts he could access either locally or through their network of contacts. She seemed to take trouble taking what he was saying in.

“Maybe you should finish your tea and head to bed? If I have your leave, I’ll take your drive into work and see what we can do there. But I will remove those rather interesting photos and videos of you and your partner, at least I assume he is your partner! I’m copying all your data onto another drive as we speak so we have a backup, corrupted or not. Then I will need to reinstall windows another day.”

They made small talk as Carly finished her tea, or at least had enough to make her feel good before she agreed to head home. As she stood up he smiled.

“Need a bear hug?”

 

[CarlyConners]

Carly hadn't realized that she'd fallen asleep until Adrian was waking her with a gently hand upon her shoulder.

“Carly, wake up,"

She rolled toward to her back, blinking her eyes.

“You looked cute asleep.”

Being a sexually active teenager who had on occasion spent the night with a lover while her parents thought she was at a girl friend's house -- ironically also sometimes a lover -- Carly wasn't a stranger to having a man wake her from her slumber. But her semi-awake brain knew this was not one of those times, and the gray matter had a hard time initially deciding whether Adrian was being polite or being suggestive ... as in, I'd like to be naked beside you ... while you look cute asleep.

He continued, “Anyway good news I think......"

She listened to him talking about Word documents and Excel spreadsheets, but honestly, her main concern was now and always had been her very sexually explicit video recordings with Bobby.

And that was when Adrian got to, "Bad news though is that your cloud files, your Dropbox files have been affected ....... I think I can possibly retrieve them though but will need to discuss a few things with colleagues at work."

"You're gonna tell the guys at work about this?" Carly panicked. "You can't tell anyone!"

She hopped up from the couch, spilling her tea on her hand and exclaiming with a soft profanity. She apologized, then turned to Adrian. "You can't show any of this to anyone else!"

She was about to explain what Adrian would see if he ever opened her cloud. But she caught herself.

"Maybe you should finish your tea and head to bed? If I have your leave, I’ll take your drive into work and see what we can do there. But I will remove those rather interesting photos and videos of you and your partner, at least I assume he is your partner!"

"Boyfriend..." she mumbled, more to herself than to Adrian. She was too young to be using the word partner to describe her lovers. "Bobby's my boyfriend."

A thought hit her: Carly hadn't told Adrian about what was on her Cloud. Had she? So how did he know about the rather interesting photos and videos of you and your partner? Had he gotten into her Cloud? Or, maybe she had told him? Carly's brain was fuzzy. She didn't honestly remember. Or -- because she was a sexually active woman with a boyfriend who was panicking about her online usage -- maybe Adrian was just assuming.

"Need a bear hug?"

Carly didn't react to Adrian's offer of a comforting embrace. She wasn't rejecting it per se. Her mind was in other places. She wouldn't want anyone to see the recordings of her masturbating for Bobby or Bobby masturbating for her. And then there was that time she'd recorded herself blowing Bobby before he left for boot camp. Was that on her Cloud or her hard drive? She couldn't remember.

"Listen ... Adrian," Carly began with a soft voice. She contemplated a moment, wondering whether or not to tell him what he might find if he ever got into her cloud. "I, um ... I need you to not show my stuff to anyone at work. Please. I need you ... I mean ... the message said I have 4 days ... 96 hours ... how long ago was that...? So, I have ... fuck! I don't know! I just ... I just need you to work on this yourself for a while, a couple of days ... please, Adrian. Get into my Cloud, kill my Cloud ... delete I mean ... whatever."

She moved a bit closer to him. She had a desperate look in her eyes. She looked to the room's door for a moment. Clare had left, hadn't she? She wasn't here to hear this, right? She looked back to Adrian.

"Listen, Adrian ... you probably already guessed this, but ... there's some stuff on my Cloud that ... well ... it's embarrassing ... and..."

Carly hesitated, blushed, and laughed nervously. She continued, "Sexual. Sex. I was having sex. I ... sort of, I mean. I was..."

She turned away, unable to finish. How do you tell your neighbor, a guy who's friends with your parents, that you were masturbating in front of your laptop's webcam while -- 2,000 miles away -- your boyfriend was doing the same. Of course, Bobby wasn't being recorded. But Carly didn't give a crap about that. She only cared that Adrian might see her with her hands -- and other things -- between her thighs, driving her to orgasm. Fucking embarrassing!

She turned back to Adrian. "I need you to keep this ... what do they call that ... in house? Take a couple of days ... try to figure this out..."

Carly began moving closer to Adrian as she continued. "You can't tell Clare about this, obviously. Or my parents, duh! If you did ... I ... I can't even think of it."

She was close to Adrian now, looking up into the taller man's face with a slightly flirtatious expression. Carly was no idiot. She knew what men wanted from women. She knew what men wanted from her! Always had, since word had gotten around in 5th grade that she'd French Kissed Gregory Olson out behind the paddle ball wall; always would so long as she looked as good as she did right now in her sports bra and yoga pants.

Didn't matter that Adrian was married. Oh sure, he wasn't going to fuck her or anything like that. Or ... would he? Didn't matter; that wasn't what she was contemplating offering anyway. She moved a little bit closer, smiling a bit more suggestively.

"If you keep this to yourself," she began in a soft voice, "If you promise ... you know ... not to judge me ... I'll be eternally grateful."

She glanced toward the nearby wall ... and the large image of Adrian's wife in a seductive pose. Looking back to him, Carly said, "If you could ... I might rethink my earlier comment ... about not thinking I could ever pose for something like Clare's picture. I mean ... if that's something you would be interested in."

 

[CFMB_fan]

Data REcovery

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He listened to her ramblings, a mixture of stress, worry and tiredness. He had seen the vague photos. Like windows, the software he was using on his Linux PC would show the photographs as thumbnails, in miniature in the directories. He hadn't opened any, but the simple thumbnails of the photographs were enough to know what the content was.

“I understand your predicament, I sense that some of the videos are of a personal nature.” he smiled softly, in a reassuring number. “I think, suspect that most people have a secret side, me included Carly.”

He sipped his own tea before continuing.

“The chances of you getting your files back if you paid the ransom are close to zero. All they want is the cash, most of them have no heart, no soul. As I said your image files are okay. So I don’t need to take them to work. So as I said that is good news. It is your documents, your student stuff that is encrypted. Unless you have anything there that you want me to keep back?”

He looked at her as he winked, trying to reassure her.

“Your secrets are safe with me, discretion is the word. Cross my heart and all that malarkey”.

And of course, I won’t judge you, in the same way, that you won’t judge me with my photographs. SExuality within reason should be encouraged, not hidden, treated as a swear word.”

He paused…

“After all, not everyone is invited in here. I guess normally you wouldn't have been, but I was in here, and your predicament required this office.”

He sipped his tea before continuing.

“But I am not going to ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with, but should you chose to model for me, even just clothed would be welcome. Now, what files can I take to work ?”

He printed off all the main directories, many were obviously named as college, admin etc. And so he copied all the hacked files onto a memory stick, and with a brief hug, she left feeling slightly better.

The following day, he contacted a PhD student who has an interest in ‘hacking’ hacked files, and gave him the hard drive with those documents that Carly needed for college and elsewhere.

But caught in his own world, he didn't hear from the guy until Wednesday, late morning with a simple email.

“To: Adrian
Subject: Those hacked files

I've worked out how to un-hack them, pretty easy actually, thanks helping out with the initial detective work. I’ll have a Unix script in a few hours that will un-hack them for you on your PC at home.

You owe me a beer or ten!!

He smiled as he read the email, and forwarded to Carly's email address with a covering note.

“By The weekend your PC will be back to normal, I’ve already reinstalled windows on a new hard drive, So, so far this will cost you $100 for a couple of hard drives and ten beers!!

I’ll be in touch. A ”

In reality, he wasn’t expecting anything from Carly. The Hard Drives were from work, and he already had a windows installation disc, again from work; her licence was still valid. Though he did install some better antiviral software and tweaked the firewall, as well as creating a users account for Carly which didn’t have administrator’s rights.

 

[CarlyConners]

“...I sense that some of the videos are of a personal nature.”

Carly immediately thought to herself, Jesus, Adrian, if you only knew. She blushed again at her second thought: He just MIGHT know ... by the time this is all over with.

“I think, suspect that most people have a secret side, me included Carly.”

She studied him as he explained about internet hijackers, as well as what he had to do to help her. She wondered, What could possibly be your secret side? As far as she knew, Adrian and Clare were just run of the mill oldies, like her parents. Their sex life was probably as vanilla as Jello Pudding. Her folks had never told Carly even one juicy tidbit about the couple who had lived next to them as long as the teen could remember.

“Your secrets are safe with me, discretion is the word. Cross my heart and all that malarkey”.

"I trust you," she said without a moment's hesitation. At his comment about either of them judging the other, Carly reassured Adrian, "Stones and glass houses, I guess."

After she spoke of posing for him in a way that insinuated some element of nudity, Carly was kind of surprised that Adrian suggested she do so clothed. What guy wouldn't take advantage of that kind of situation? Hell, she'd had at least a dozen guys ask to either take or receive cell phone pics from her during her high school years. But then Carly remembered that Adrian was a happily married man. He would never suggest that she bare her womanly features. Nor did Carly believe that Adrian would take her up on it if she did offer.

Ironically, Carly found herself a bit disappointed by Adrian's rejection. She was surprised with herself. When they were finished doing all they could do this night, she recalled his offer of a bear hug earlier in the evening. Carly moved in to wrap her arms around the taller man's torso.

"Thank you, Adrian," she said as she squeezed him. "You're a good man."

Carly held him a bit longer than she should have. Again, she was surprised with herself. Adrian was a half a dozen years older than her own father. And yet, she found holding him somehow ... erotic. She parted and backed up to say goodbye. She had no idea that her nipples had swollen and hardened such that they were pushing outward against the sports bra.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she told him. She turned and hurried away, afraid that if she stayed here any longer she would do something stupid

The next day she got a text. It said most of her documents were free again or something like that. Now, it was all about the cloud.

 

[CFMB_fan]

Thursday and Friday evenings

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He sipped his glass of cold Rose as he pressed return. That set in motion a series of scripts and programs that started to ‘Un-Hack’ all of Carly’s documents that had been hacked. It may take a while even for his powerful gaming PC converted into a Unix workstation. He sipped his wine as the software started it’s unenvious task.

He moved to another window on his rather large series of displays, and ended up having a quick look at the thumbnails of the photos and videos that had not been hacked. IT turned out that the hacking algorithm was unable t open MP4 or PNG files to encrypt.

He saw photos of Carly looking topless, and a few other degrees of nudity as well as what can only be Carly masturbating. And then there were a few thumbnails of her bf clearly wanking on cam judging by the file being a video clip, an mp4.

As he looked at them, he remembered Carly hugging him, tightly on the Sunday evening, and how he held her, pulled her in close. He wondered if she felt his cock twitching? He certainly wasn’t hard by the time she let go of him, but he was slightly aroused by the length duration. He did though just hold her, did his best to make it asexual, rather a comforting hug that he knew she needed.

And as she pulled away, he couldn’t notice how prominent her nipples had been…

He watched the progress of the script supplied by the Phd student, and as it finished the first few, it opened them, doing it in a logical directory and filename progression. As such the first files that were unhacked were those in a directory named ‘Assorted Writings’

He had a quick look and saw some interesting titles, making a mental note to copy them for later, a quick browse, he was curious. As the software ran its course, he stood up and rearranged some of the photos around the room, a couple where Clare was shown with a degree of more explicitness, nude, but with most of her feminine parts covered. One was in black and white, but her red bra had been colour popped. Another had her nude, also in B&W facing away from the camera, her womanly curves hinted at in the shadows. And then there was another of Clare modelling with another model. Nothing sexual was occurring, but the take-home message was suggestive.

And then there were her confessions, how she described that she was a member of Literotica, BiGirl1999 he remembered looking t the post-it note. He had frequented Literotica, mostly to read stories but he did participate in the forums from time to time. I wonder if she enjoys older females? He asked himself.

As the program made progress, he headed to Clare. Clare had been the one who commented on Carly’s attire that early evening, “That's how you like them isn't it?” with a cheeky grin.

But Clare had been right, she wasn’t necessarily his type, but that sort of attire did arouse him, the tight layer suggesting so much but revealing so little. IT wasn’t long before they headed to bed.

Friday morning as he sipped his first cup of tea, he wandered into the study, and moving the mouse he saw the work had been successful for the most part. The files that it had failed on didn't look that important about 9 or 10. He didn't read the log file but took a photo of the list and sent Carly a text.

“Morning Carly, all your files have been decrypted apart from the ten or so in the photo below. By this evening your laptop will be back to normal of sorts, I’ll explain that later when you come and pick it up. A. ”

Later that afternoon, or early evening, her laptop was ready, with two new hard drives, and windows reinstalled plus the software that he knew she had, though she may need to get the license from email or whatever.

And so it was ready for her to collect over the weekend. She had agreed to collect it, but would let him know when. Clare was also out for most of the Saturday with her mother and sister.

 

[CarlyConners]

After leaving Adrian's home, the night was difficult for Carly. She'd texted Bobby that her photos, videos, and erotic writings were at risk. She'd begged him to call her in twelve more texts over a three hour period. When he finally called, he told her he was in a bar playing pool ... and had been for the past two hours![/I] Carly had expected him to have the same heart attack over the situation as she had. And yet, he'd just shrugged it off as a live and learn moment. Then, as she was ranting about his lack of concern, he asked if he could call tomorrow because it was his shot and the guys were waiting on him.

She spent the next two hours pacing about her room and making repeated trips to the fridge or cupboards, seeking comfort food. Her father finally told her -- at 1am! -- that she needed to let whatever it was that was bothering her to wait until morning. Carly ended up in the shower, just soaking beneath a powerful stream of hot water to hide her tears. Tears for her relationship with Bobby...? No. Carly had already decided that that was over. He was cheating on her. She'd heard something in the background while Bobby had been ineffectively trying to comfort her. She hadn't realized it at the time. But Carly had heard a girl in the background call out, "Bobby, baby, c'mon. Shoot."

Carly stepped out of the shower to dry off. In her bedroom, before her full length mirror, she found herself studying her figure in the mirror. She recalled the boudoir photos of Clare. They had been so erotic. Carly always thought Clare to be a beautiful woman. But she'd never thought of her as erotic before. She suddenly had a newfound respect for Adrian's wife.

And then, without realizing what she was doing, Carly was masturbating. She'd retrieved her Magic Bunny from her dresser drawer. And standing before the mirror with one hand against the wall, supporting her, she pressed the vibrator between her lips. The pleasure rose quickly. Soon, she was on her knees, leaning forward, forehead against the glass, body tensing, exploding as she gasped in ecstasy.

When she was finished, she sat back, her haunches upon her calves and ankles. She simply sat there for the longest time. She simply sat there, thinking. And then, she couldn't help but laugh in shock ... at the realization that she'd been imagining Clare's mouth on her pussy while Adrian took pictures of them together ... before he himself joined in, fucking first his wife ... then Carly!



She exploded in laughter again the next morning, waking at the sound of her phone. It was Adrian texting her about her computer, but all Carly could think of was her fantasy about he and his wife the previous night.

Carly texted back that she couldn't come to get it until Saturday morning. She spent the day trying to forget the near collapse of her electronic life ... and the fantastic but so taboo orgasm that had resulted from it. Carly had to let such fantasies go. Adrian and Clare were her friends. Her parents' friends. She couldn't be having such sexual imaginings about them. Telling Adrian that she would pose for him -- partially nude, she'd implied -- had been a mistake. She had to get away from that. Offer him the hundred or two hundred dollars he said he'd invested in parts. Maybe another hundred for labor. She could afford that, three hundred dollars.



But when Carly entered Adrian's inner sanctum, she found herself contemplating a reversal of her decision to keep things non-sexual. Adrian had gotten out some more of his boudoir photos of his wife. One of them literally caused Carly's pussy to quiver. Over the next moments, lubricants would noticeably wet her panties

https://i.imgur.com/OVRydY4.jpg?1​

Clare was in bed with a much younger woman, laying atop mussed, leopard print sheets. Both women wore stylish high heels. But beneath the black satin sheets barely concealing their womanly features, the pair were presumably nude.

"My god," Carly found herself murmuring to herself. She half glanced over her shoulder toward Adrian, wondering whether or not he'd heard her yearning words. She cleared her throat as she looked back to the image. Trying not to sound hungry, she said louder, "Wonderful photography, Adrian. What's that word...? Composition? Yeah, very well composed."

She wanted to say, Wow, Adrian, this is fucking sexier than hell ... and my pussy is leaking. She also wanted to ask if the picture was more than it was meant to appear. Meaning, had the two women been lovers, not just models. But she kept her question deep down inside her, unsure of which answer she would want to hear.

Finally in control of her feelings, Carly crossed to Adrian and asked for a review of her situation. She was very happy with what he had to say. Her laptop was back up and operational. Even more important, though, he and his tech had regained control of Carly's cloud. Her images and videos were hers again.

"You're a miracle worker!" she exclaimed. "My God! I'm so happy!"

She leaned in over Adrian as he sat on a tall stool. She threw her arms around his neck. She hugged him so tightly he grunted at the force expended. Pulling back, Carly kissed him on the cheek. She hesitated there for a moment, staring into his eyes. Her own eyes widened a bit in surprise and she pulled back. She realized that she had very nearly pressed her mouth to his ... with the intent of giving him a big, wet, erotic kiss.

"Thank you, Adrian," she said in a calmer tone. Carly felt her face exploding in a fiery blush. She turned away with her laptop in her hands. She glanced to another of Clare erotic pictures. Her stomach turned over anxiously. She looked to Adrian again very quickly, then turned away. "I owe you, Adrian."

She headed for the door quickly, telling him she was going to go home and get money to pay him. She would ignore any attempt from Adrian to tell her it wasn't necessary if he tried. At home, Carly set her laptop up on her dresser, then went to her bathroom. She shed her panties ... and dabbed a wash cloth at the fluids that had wetted her so noticeably. You are a FREAK, Carly Conners, she told herself, laughing. Getting wet over a boudoir picture of your neighbor's wife. But ... honestly ... what had truly gotten her excited?

Carly freshened up and donned a clean pair of panties. She snatched up the $320 cash she'd gotten from the ATM and crossed to Adrian's place again. He'd told her to just come in, so she knocked and did so. She found him again in his studio/lab/den/magic room. She approached him slowly, her eyes mostly diverted. In her hands, she clutched the cash.

"I, um ... I was wondering," Carly tried, hesitant. She tilted her head and smiled nervously to him. "I ... I was just wondering ... I don't have a lot of cash, so ... maybe we could ... you know..."

She looked to another of Adrian's works. Carly recognized the location as the couple's living room, looking toward the doors that led to the back patio. So, presumably, the model was, in fact, Clare. Though, Carly couldn't be certain after having seen the second model Adrian had shot.

https://i.imgur.com/3i53Qqq.jpg?1​

She looked directly into Adrian's eyes, trying to be bold. "I just thought maybe you'd like to take some pictures of me ... you know ... like those."

 

[CFMB_fan]

The discussion

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The Friday evening was quite an interesting evening. He spent some time copying the decrypted files back onto the Hard Drive of the laptop, Carly had mentioned that the ten or so files where it failed were not particularly important, and so after a second unsuccessful attempt, he didn't pursue them. He did though have copies to take to work if she did need them at some point.

But whilst he left her photographs, her videos, he was intrigued with some of the titles of the files in the assorted writings directory. There seemed to be a mixture of stories, ramblings on, in that directory, some of the titles were quite enticing.

And so he opened a couple, A couple of stories were about losing her virginity, to both a female and a male. Others had snippets into her fantasies. As he read them, and in particular “She hasn't been with an older more experienced woman and would like to. Or with two women who are friends.”

Certainly, Adrain and Clare could help her… And then he remembered the hug that evening, and as she pulled away, how prominent her nipples were through her sports bra, her large loose vest top.

He finally managed to control his inquisitive nature. Adrian, when he was younger used to love the stories in the porn mags that he managed to buy, more so than the pictures, even today he still preferred to read erotica than look at photos or videos. That isn't to say he never did, but the written word was more arousing, AFterall the mind is the most powerful sex organ of the human body.

He looked at the Post-it note and logged into Literotica, and searched for her username bi-girl1999. There he found more little tidbits of information on her sexuality and her writings, including a couple of ongoing role plays and her profile.

He deliberated as he sipped his wine, before he contacted her, sent her a PM.

“Hi Bigirl.

Just seen some of your postings and read your SRP. I feel that I could help you explore some of your writing ideas. I'm male, 50 and have a history of writing from a male’s perspective as well as a female perspective. Please review my SRP and thread ideas, and let me know if you want to discuss ideas. A couple o your story ideas interest me, so which one are you more interested in at the moment?
CFMB_Lover “


With her laptop already for her to collect mid-morning tomorrow, he closed his Den and headed to the living room, and his wife. He didn't mention anything to her about his findings, but he did wonder if Clare would be interested. But an hour or so later as they held each other in their post-orgasm bliss, his cum seeping from her onto the bedsheet, he asked her.

“So you reckon Carly finds me sexy?”

“Well, probably not but her body language, her attire last week was slightly forward, but then she wanted your help…”

“Maybe, but what if she found you attractive?”

Clare just smiled and blushed.

Saturday morning, as Clare got ready for her day away, Adrian mounted his steed, in his unflattering Lycra, and disappeared for a 30 mile or so ride, returning to an empty ride. And so as he tinkled about, he heard the doorbell ring.

Still, in his Lycra, he answered the door and saw Carly and invited her in, apologising for his attire. She too was dressed in active attire, another pair of leggings, this time decorated with geometric patterns in shades of blue. Her torso was covered in a large slouchy top, the wide scoop neck suggesting that she ws wearing a blue crop top of some description.

They chatted in the kitchen briefly as Adrian made her a hot drink, and himself another coffee before they headed into the study, his ‘den’ as Carly referred to it. His plan had worked though, as she stopped and looked at the new photos that hung on the walls and smiled to himself.

He sat on a stool and got her laptop ready, for her to sit in the chair.

Her attention was definitely elsewhere as she looked at the photos, and so he ‘coughed’ briefly to get her attention. He gestured to the chair, and he was soon explaining t her the subtle differences, that he had created two accounts for her, a general account and an admin account.

“Remember only log onto the Administer’s account when you need to install software, and then log ot as soon as it is installed. That way it is harder for virus software to take control of your laptop.”

She seemed happy, and had some of the licences for her other software and so 30 minutes or so later the PC was pretty much done.

And then she stood up and threw herself at him, giving him an almighty hug and a kiss on his cheeks He blushed slightly, especially when for a brief moment he thought she was going to kiss him on the lips.

“My pleasure trouble” he stated as she finally let go. But she did good in that hug, and she smelt lovely too, a mixture of a citrus body or shampoo wash, as well as a hint of perfume. He smiled at her. But his mind was suddenly curious, having read some of her ramblings last night, did she find him attractive.

Clare and he had an open marriage in part, but there were conditions, which meant that Clare should be aware, and have her agreement...

He wasn't long out of the shower, and still upstairs when he heard the doorbell, and then Carly’s voice downstairs. This time, dressed in shorts and a Polo top, he bounded down the stairs and saw her in the kitchen, looking at another photo, this time one where Clare was in posing on holiday in a summery maxi dress.

“Hi, Carly!” greeting her as she stood there. He could see the roll of cash in her hand and then she started to speak. As she did, he sensed a slight apprehension in her voice as she wandered into the study and looked at a photo; a B&W affair of his wife in shadows, leaving much to the imagination.

He had only started to take such style photographs and was still getting the settings sorted, but he and Clare enjoyed the sessions, which invariably ended up with them fucking, or even making love depending on the mod of the shoot.

He saw Carly look at the B&W photo before she finished speaking.

"I, um ... I was wondering," Carly tried, hesitant. She tilted her head and smiled nervously to him. "I ... I was just wondering ... I don't have a lot of cash, so ... maybe we could ... you know..."

He smiled.

“Thank you for the offer of payment, but as a student, I know how financially difficult that is… besides most of the stuff, I acquired from work!” he added with a cheeky smile.

“But your offer to pose, model for me… “ he paused as he met her eyes. “That would be fun” remembering her vague offer from the previous Sunday, But then he suddenly had a silly idea that she was offering some form of sexual repayment, after all, he had heard of similar stories though never knew how true they were.

"I just thought maybe you'd like to take some pictures of me ... you know ... like those." as she looked at the B&W Photo again.

He inhaled deeply “So, Yes If you are offering to be a model for me, I would be interested Carly, but only because you want to, and not as a form of payment. Afterall I wasn’t expecting payment, your father ha helped us out with advice in the past. So one good turn deserves another.”

“But what sort of shoot were you thinking? Shall we have a coffee and a chat?” he met her eyes before leading them into the kitchen and turning the espresso machine back on.