One Click Chicks Forum - [Non Fiction Stories - ENF] Fooled into thinking she was beeing watched

Hi, I haven’t posted in a while but thought you guys might like to hear about something that happened to me recently that fits into the ENF category. I considered embellishing it with my fantasies and putting it in the fiction section, but decided instead to tell it how it happened and let you use your own imagination to decide how it could have ended. Its a bit long winded as I wanted to put all the details in that actually occurred, as they help set the context for the ending. Names have been changed but all other details are 100% accurate.

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Elizabeth is 38 (the same age as me), about 5'8" and very fit. She runs 9 miles a day and it shows. She got married about 14 years ago to a man a few years older than her and they never had kids. He has now apparently got too used to her and doesn’t pay here any more attention, much to her dismay. She is a Specialist Nurse, having worked her way up from the wards. This means she doesn’t wear a nurses uniform any more, but her own clothes to work. (sorry if you have a thing about nurses uniform, actually they really aren't that flattering these days). Typically she wears either a very formal skirt to bellow the knee length, or smart trousers. She wears formal shoes with a small heel and usually a formal blouse, often semi translucent in a light colour. She has dark hair, naturally dark brown but currently dyed in an auburn colour. Her hair is short and comes down to her neck, and she wears glasses. I don’t know how much she weighs but she is very trim with an entirely flat abdomen. Only when she bends over or leans across a table can you really see her curves, which do attract knowing glances amongst her male colleagues.

She has a very prim and proper professional manner with most people. She is a former infection control nurse and will frequently tell people off for not washing their hands or wearing a watch on their wrist. However she has also been quite clear in letting those close to her that she is not getting what she needs at home.

I have been her work colleague for a few years and started to flirt with her early last year. After a fair bit of experimenting in cars and in her office after hours the opportunity came up to meet together in a hotel. I told her I really wanted to take some photos of her in her underwear and she agreed, on the grounds that they would be deleted afterwards. She said she would wear something sexy, just for me.
I had booked the hotel on line and gone to work as usual on the day we were supposed to be meeting up. I had intended to print off the e-voucher from my email but had a very hectic day at work myself. By the time I got to her office about 6.30pm I hadn't had a chance.

"Do you want to print it off from my office? " She said.

"No, its stuck on my laptop" I said.

I didn't have a cable and the trusts encryption software was such a pain as to pretty much make using a USB pen impossible.

"I do have an idea though" I said taking out my phone.

Last year I she had asked my advice about getting a new phone. I had extolled the virtues of an Android phone, like my HTC Wildfire because it was cost effective, with a good battery life and very versatile. In the end though I had to admit that the Iphone she bought was better for her as she really wasn't that into IT and the technical aspects of her gadgets. She loved it, despite her monthly bill.

"See, I told you my phone had hidden talents" I said as I started up the "portable wireless hotspot" feature, linked in with my laptop, and opened outlook.

"Check your email for me" I asked her as I emailed the e-voucher for the hotel.

"I have to admit that’s clever" she said as she opened up the attachment and printed off the voucher.

"Shall we go now?" I asked.

"Lets leave separately, I dont think I could cope if anybody saw us together" she said

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The hotel is an old Manor house that could be really quite up market if it had a bit of attention given to it. As it is, its just a bit seedy and seems to attract a bit too much of the "wrong sort". I chose it because its cheap, and close to the hospital. Its set in a small area of parkland, close to a fairly run down part of the city. The building itself is ancient, with an open fire and large wooden beams and stair cases. I arrived first and set about getting checked in with my e-voucher. Despite the effort involved, they didn’t even want to see it.

I saw Elizabeth draw up in her car and went out to meet her, she looked very nervous.

"Are you OK?" I asked

"I'm just very self conscious" she said, with a bit of a frog in her throat. She was wearing higher heels than usual, with a tight knee length skirt and nylons. She had a white blouse with a long coat open at the front.

"Here, let me take your bags" I said.

"Are you sure, wont it look suspicious?" she said.

"It will look suspicious if I don’t! Just try to relax, your only going to draw attention to yourself if you look so anxious"

We walked through the entrance and past reception. I knew my way around the hotel as I had been before and wanted Elizabeth to see the lounge and bar, with open fire and leather chairs. We walked into the lounge area which was empty apart from the barman and 1 couple with their backs to us and 2 men and 2 women sat around a table. The men must have been mid 40's and the women looked a bit younger. One of the men had frontal balding with short hair at the sides, but looked well built. As we came in all 4 turned and starred at us, literally looking us up and down. I looked at Elizabeth who looked terrified and was turning redder by the second.

"This way" I said, leading her past their table and through a large wooden door to the stair case. The women looked away but the balding man followed Elizabeth with his gaze unashamedly.

"That was horrible" she said "I'm sure they know what we are here for" " Are you sure you haven’t brought us to some sort of swingers hotel?"

"Yeah, I have actually" I joked. "The chap without the hair is called Brian and his wife is called Lisa. We've been planning this for weeks. He's paying me a lot of money for me to leave the door unlocked so that they can sneak in later when you are "indisposed""

"That’s not funny!" she snapped.

I could see she was getting a bit stressed about the whole thing. We went up the (very creaky) stair case to our room which was spacious but a bit grubby. The door handle actually fell off when I closed it, which didn't help Elizabeth’s sense of security one bit.
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I have no intention of giving you a blow by blow account of our activities in that hotel room, I'll let you use your imagination. However I was really keen to get some photos of her and she began to relax when I told her how good she looked through the lens. She started to undress for me, revealing a pretty matching beige and black bra and panties set, with hold ups on underneath. The poses were sultry at first, over the shoulder looks and leaning against the wall. As she began to relax though I got her to spread her legs and then go on all fours.

"You know you are not getting out of this room with those photos don’t you?" She said.

"I know, but I can enjoy them tonight". I told her.

I kept on taking pictures of her then let her play with the camera for a bit, which she enjoyed. I am a bit of a camera nut and I had brought my Canon 60D with its 580EX flash and my 17-55 2.8 lens. All you need to know about that is that it looks very impressive (good for persuading women to pose for you) and that given a few twists of a dial it can shoot full HD Video. But Elizabeth had no idea this was the case, and neither frankly would anybody else just looking at it. After a while I got board taking photos and started to get her to do various things to me and I did various things to her, all the time just holding the camera in my hand, pointing it at her, recording in high definition.

“Why don’t you put that thing down and concentrate on me?” she asked.

“OK” I said. I went over to the dresser an carefully placed the camera down, facing the bed, switching the zoom to wide angle to get everything. I went back to Elizabeth on the bed and we spent the next 20 minutes taking turns to give each other pleasure. She moaned like a woman who haven’t had sex for years. All the time I was capturing it on the DSLR, and she was totally unaware.

“Get up onto all fours”. I said “ I want to try something”.

She did, but facing away from the camera.

“No, face this way “ I said, pushing her shoulders around so that she faced the dresser with the camera on it.

“Why ?”

“So you can see yourself in the mirror. I want you to imagine that we are porn stars”

I took her from behind and she moaned thrust back her pelvis for me. I reached down around her chest and flipped up her small bra, to expose her petit and perfectly formed pert breasts, dangling as we moved.

“You are really bringing out a side in me I haven’t experienced before. I think we make rather good porn stars” she said softly, with her head bent over to one side.

“Now I want you to ride me” I said and laid down on the bed with my head towards the dresser. She obliged and perched astride me facing the camera. She slid down onto me and began to grind against my pubis. She moaned and panted, eventually coming noisily whilst I laughed out load in pleasure.

After she had calmed down a bit she asked “ Why were you laughing so much?”.

I said “Well there are a few surprises I have in store for you this evening. Wonderful things modern DSLRS, they shoot video as well you know.”

She gave me a look, not knowing if I was winding her up or not. I had off course been joking about the people down stairs being friends of mine, surely I was joking about this too.
I took the camera and turned on the video play back, all the way from the beginning.
Her face froze when she saw herself on the bed, in her underwear, legs spread.

“Oh My God. YOU BASTARD. Give me that fucking thing right now!”

“Relax will you. If I’d wanted to keep it I wouldn’t have told you, would I. You can delete it when you delete the photos later. In the mean time, why don’t we watch it. I bet you’ll like it”

“ You really promise to delete it?”

“I’ll let you do it yourself, so your sure”

“OK then”

“Its a very small screen on the camera, I’ll just pop it into my laptop so we can watch it”. I took the SD card out and popped into the reader in my Acer Laptop. I started to play back the video and she seemed genuinely turned on by the whole thing .

“Have you forgiven me for secretly videoing you yet?”

“I suppose so, I’m just a bit worried about what else you might have up your sleeve. “

“Well I guess you will find out later”

“Don’t you want to see what else I’ve brought with me , in my bag” she asked.

“Definitely” I said.

She got up and went into the bathroom to change into her new outfit. I was getting excited about winding her up, she really didn’t know when I was joking or not now. I turned on my phones wireless hot spot again and launched Skype on the laptop. I didn’t have anybody I could actually connect to, but I thought it might be good for a quick prank. I maximised the media player again so that all you could see was the video we had shot.

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She came out of the bath room and looked absolutely stunning. If I haven’t laboured the point enough this woman is 38, never had kids and is perfectly toned, exercising every day. She has the body of someone 15 years her junior. She was wearing a red and black lace up body, a black and red thong and lacy stockings with her high heels.

“What do you think?” she asked “Its for your eyes only”

“Wow. If the guys back at the hospital could see you now I think they would just die” I said.

“If the guys back at the hospital ever find out about this I think I WILL die” she said.

I wanted to take some more photos (different card in the camera) and she let me. I wanted to get her into her coat and underwear and go out into the corridor for some shots. She humoured me for a bit, and we got as far as the end of the passage way, but then she became very nervous again and wanted to go straight back into the room.

“Is that door secure?”
“I can’t believe I went out dressed like this” she said
“What about the walls? Do you think anybody can her us in here?”

“No I think the walls are thick and that the people in the lounge have probably gone back to their rooms by now. Why don’t you come and watch the video we made again?”

She agreed and started to watch the video, on my lap top. I hugged her and told her, truthfully, just how sexy she looked in the video. After a short period of time she became aroused once again and we engaged in a certain amount of forplay, all the while with the lap top facing us and playing the video from earlier.

“I want you on all fours again, Elizabeth”

She obliged and I put the lap top on the bed, in front of her face. I slid her thong off and entered her. She made the most beautiful sounds as I firmly thrust into her.

“I want you to look at yourself as I fuck you. What are you Elizabeth?” I asked.

“Dirty” said the former infection control nurse.

“And what am I doing to you now, here and on the video”

“Fucking me” she moaned ”and I like it”

“So what does that make you then” I asked

“A sl*t” she said, and continued to pant and moan, her face only inches away from my lap top.

As I fucked her I said “You know I promised you one more surprise, would you like to know what is now?”

She didn’t answer, but instead turned and glared at me, as if to say she was board with my silly wind ups, and now really wasn’t the time for another one.

“Whats in front of you Elizabeth?” I asked teasingly

“A lap top” She answered on an irritated and board way whilst continuing to push back on me.

“Yes and whats that above the screen?” I asked pointing to the small camera mounted on above the screen

“A microphone?” the tone in her voice having changed a bit, a bit more concerned as to where this was going now.

“No its a camera” I said.

“So what. You are videoing us again and we will watch it later”

“Not quite” I was still fucking her and had a firm grip on her waist now, but she was no longer responding. She was trying to work out what I was leading up to.

“So whats the camera for?” she asked slowly, sounding rather afraid of the answer she was about to get.

“Do you know what Skype is?” I asked.

“Off course I do. I’m not a complete technophobe!”

She sounded very satisfied with herself as she said the next bit:

“But even I know that you cant connect to Skype without an internet connection, and your computers not connected to anything.”

“How did I send you that email earlier Elizabeth?”

She looked around at me and the look of satisfaction dropped from her face like a stone. I picked up my phone and just waved it at her, knowingly. Her mouth just fell open, and I held her firm and continued to fuck her.

“No, you wouldn’t have, would you?”
“Please tell me you haven’t” she pleaded
“Who would you have Skyped anyway?”

I leaned over her to my lap top and minimised the video, revealing the Skype page. She caught one glimpse of it (not enough to see it wasn’t connected to anybody) and buried her head in the bed, just crying “No, I cant believe it”.

I lent down over her, holding her in position in front of the computer.

“ Say Hello to Brian and Lisa again Elizabeth. They really are my friends from a long time ago. They’ve been watching you on Skype the whole time, and I think they like what they see. They are next door and in a minute I’m going to ask them to come in here and play with us for the rest of the night. If you have any problems with that I would be happy to show the video to your husband.”

“No, you Bastard. I cant believing this is happening to me. Please tell me your winding me up. You are winding me up aren’t you?.......”

“Oh my god your NOT winding me up, are you! Please turn that computer off......Please. Don’t let them in here, please. Ill do anything you want, just don’t let them in here...........”

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Watching Elizabeth crying I realized that my little wind up had gone far enough. I lent over her and pulled up her face to see the unconnected skype page saying “Look, I was just kidding. OK. Sorry. I guess I took it a bit far that time”
I got a few punches in the chest and slaps about the face. Then we had a ceremonial deleting of the images on the SD cards. We hugged and made up for it in the traditional way. We never saw the people from the lounge again.

I like to relive the situation for the huge potential for ENF there was, and that for a very brief period of time when she really thought she had been fucked live on the internet. I want to share that situation with the forum, especially other couples. Indeed, if you and your girlfriend/wife/mistress are broadly comparable with “Elizabeth” and me, and you have a decent Skype connection in your bedroom, maybe we could come to an arrangement next time I go to a hotel with her....................