Videos of the New Neighbour

I hadn’t seen Clare for a couple of days by the time she next appeared at my front door. This time she was – disappointingly, if unsurprisingly – fully clothed. She still looked amazing in a long skirt split almost to her hip and a sexy top that left little to the imagination, but I still preferred her to visit wrapped only in a towel. Today she carried a laptop and grinned hugely when I opened the door.

“You’ll never guess,” she said, pushing past me to the kitchen counter. She set the laptop down on a tin of biscuits. “There’s been a complaint. To the landlord. From one of the other residents.”

That sounded ominous, and I braced for the worst. Then I remembered that Clare, or rather her company, was the landlord. I frowned.

“Ok, so someone’s made a complaint and it’s been forwarded to you, yes?” I asked.

“Right. My company manages the building, so they forwarded it to me since I live here.” She grinned. “And it concerns me. And you, obviously.”

Realisation struck. “Someone complained about us being, ah, intimate on the landing?”

Clare nodded. “It’s all a bit embarrassing, and usually my team would deal with this sort of thing, but given the circs, I’m doing it myself.” She flipped open the laptop. “You remember the cameras in the public areas? Landings, lift, stairs?”

I nodded. “Sure. They’re all fake. They’ve been there for years and they’ve never worked. Nothing to worry about.”

“Wrong!” she said happily. “They were fake, but I had new ones installed earlier in the year. I don’t normally bother because the fakes are normally good enough, but since I was planning to move in I decided to prioritise security over cost.”

She laughed at my appalled expression, but I wasn’t really seeing the funny side. “So everyone at your office as seen us fucking on the landing?” I sat down on the arm of the sofa. This was bad, very bad. If the video was leaked online, it could end my career and follow us both around for the rest of our lives. “You don’t seem to be taking this very seriously.”

“Relax, it’s fine,” said Clare, but I really didn’t see how it could be. “The cameras run through a central system but each building has its own set of permissions.”

I filed away ‘each building’ for later investigation. “And that means…?”

“Before I moved in, I updated the permissions so that only I can access the cameras in this building,” said Clare. “I’m not a complete novice with computers,” she said when I looked surprised.

“No, of course not.” Fear turned to relief, and I grinned. “I guess that means we’ve inadvertently shot a porn video.”

“There was nothing inadvertent about it,” said Clare with unexpected candour, “although it wasn’t what I’d planned when I came to introduce myself. You want to see it?”

I nodded, and she flicked at the laptop’s trackpad. I moved to stand beside her so we could both see the screen, which now showed a hi-res, full-colour image of the whole hallway and the top of the stairs.

“It films continuously but only retains footage from a few seconds before it spots motion,” said Clare. The video played and I saw her come out of her apartment and cross the landing. The camera was high up on the wall, above the lift, and it had a good view of both our front doors, the landing, and the stairs. On the screen, my door opened, we chatted, then it closed. She stepped away, waited for a few moments, then knocked again.

“And this is where it gets good,” said Clare. I watched as my towel fell to the floor and she dropped to her knees. I’d stood just far enough forward for the camera to catch me, so I got to watch as she gave me a blowjob and I came all over her face. “Mmm, delicious,” she said as on-screen Clare licked her lips and wiped her face. She let it play through my emergence, completely naked, onto the landing, then paused the video.

“Now, watch this bit,” she said, scrubbing forward until we were underneath the camera and my face was buried in her crotch. She hit play and pointed at the screen. “Here it comes…”

“What am I… Oh,” I said. There was someone on the stairs. They’d come just far enough to turn and watch what we were doing, peering through the railings and clearly visible from the camera’s high viewpoint. A brunette wearing yoga pants and a short vest top. She looked great, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

“That’s Jenny, from the flat below me,” I managed to say. “What’s she doing?”

Jenny watched for several seconds, mouth open in a picture of surprise, before retreating a few steps to fiddle with her phone. Then she came back up the stairs and propped her phone on the landing with the camera facing us. I felt the chill of fear engulf me again.

“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “She filmed us.”

Clare was almost bouncing up and down with excitement, but my fear was back. I didn’t want my exploits appearing online.

“The phone was hidden by the railings so I didn’t notice it at the time,” explained Clare. Neither had I, but that was hardly surprising since I was facing the wrong way and my view was foreshortened to Clare’s belly. She fast-forwarded through the rest of the scene until the landing was empty. A few seconds later, Jenny retrieved her phone and the video ended.

“What the hell are we going to do?” I said as the worst-case scenarios played out in my mind. “Do we call the police?”

“Fuck, no,” said Clare. She grinned, and it struck me that she was still remarkably relaxed. I frowned. Had I missed something? Probably. I asked her to explain.

“She made a complaint about people having sex on the landing, which is a bit rich considering she’d filmed us,” said Clare. “But that’s not all she did, and like you, she obviously didn’t know the cameras were real. Always read the contract, that’s my advice. Anyway, here’s the other angle.” She opened a second recording.

“Is that the landing below ours?”

“Yes. Same camera position, above the lift, but one floor down.”

On the screen, Jenny came up from the floor below, paused at her front door, put down her yoga mat, then came a little way up the stairs until she could peer onto our landing. Then she retreated a few steps, pulled out her phone, and set it up to record us. So far, nothing we hadn’t already seen, but then she sat down on the lower steps.

“She’s waiting for us to finish so she can retrieve her phone,” I said.

“Yes, that was what I thought at first, but that’s not all she’s doing. She’s listening to us. We were fairly loud, and she’s enjoying the show. Just watch.”

For a few moments she just sat and listened. Then she licked her lips, looked around, parted her legs, and dropped one hand to her crotch. My eyes almost bulged from my head as she began to rub herself through her yoga pants.

“Holy fuck, she’s wanking,” I murmured hoarsely.

“It’s cool, right?” said Clare with no small degree of enthusiasm. “How hot is it to watch a video of someone getting off by listening to you fuck?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but I had to agree it was hot, and my cock certainly knew how to respond. We watched as she pleasured herself, one hand between her legs and the other on her chest, eyes closed.

“She’s clearly enjoying herself,” I said. “Oh, there she goes.”

Her hand moved inside her pants for a few seconds, but clearly that was too restrictive. She opened her eyes, lifted her arse from the step, and pulled her tights down to her knees.

“Oh my god,” I murmured as Jenny masturbated furiously, biting her lip as she rubbed her pussy. She kept glancing upwards, maybe checking her phone, but she didn’t slow her rhythm. I’d never thought of myself as a voyeur, but this was a show I couldn’t tear my eyes from, especially as she was facing directly at the camera.

Clare opened the first video again and scrubbed forward until the two were synced in time, and we watched Jenny’s reactions as our fucking reached its crescendo. My cock was now hard and I couldn’t help noticing that Clare also seemed very aroused. I was about to touch her shoulder when she grabbed my hand and pulled it between her legs. I caressed her through her skirt while we watched Jenny wank.

She came while on-screen Clare was riding me, pleasure etched on her features and a hand over her mouth as she bit back on whatever noise she wanted to make. She sagged back for a few seconds then opened her eyes and looked around with a wild expression, like she’d suddenly remembered where she was. She jumped up and hopped awkwardly around the landing as she struggled to pull up her tights. Then she waited while we finished our business on the upper landing before popping up to grab her phone. Moments later, her front door closed quietly and the video stopped.

“Don’t stop,” said Clare as the screen went dark. She was leaning on the counter now, head down as my fingers explored her most intimate places. “Woah, yes, that’s good.” She looked up long enough to wind back the video so she could watch Jenny reveal herself again. “More,” she hissed.

I moved to stand behind her, lifted her skirt above her hips and pulled down her knickers. She moaned as I reached around to slide a finger inside her. I moved my free hand to her chest and pressed my erect penis against her back, hoping she’d take the hint.

“Like that,” she said, bending forward, eyes now locked on the screen where Jenny was, again, about to orgasm. “I’m close, yes, keep going.” I did as instructed and was rewarded with a loud groan as she came. She put her hand on mine to still my movements, then whispered over her shoulder, “Do me.”

I needed no further invitation. I pulled down my jeans and boxers, ran my hands up the back of her legs, and found her pussy with my cock. A moment later I thrust into her and she sighed with pleasure. She restarted the video and again we watched Jenny silently wank.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she said. “I want you to come inside me.”

I put both hands on her hips and pounded away, thrusting deep inside her as she pushed back onto me. We both watched the screen, captivated by Jenny, looping the scene over and over until I finally came. I managed a few more thrusts, emptying myself into Clare, before I stepped back.

“Oh, wow,” I said, hauling up my jeans while Clare rearranged her undergarments. “You’e incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” She closed the laptop. “What do you think?”

“Well,” I said, playing for time. “I think I’d like a copy of the video. That was quite a show. And she made a complaint about us?” I shook my head. “The cheek of some people.”

“Yeah, but I can’t help being flattered,” said Clare. “She couldn’t even see what was going on and she still got off on the experience. She must really have liked what she heard.”

“I guess,” I said with a shrug, “but what do we do now? Are you going to evict her?”

“What? No! Why would I do that?”

“Well, it’s one thing to fuck on the landing, but quite another to film someone else fucking on the landing,” I pointed out.

“And if it had been me and Jenny instead of you and me? I suppose you’d have demurely gone inside and forgotten all about it.”

I opened my mouth to say that yes, of course I would, but it would have been a lie. I didn’t think I’d have stroked one out on the landing below, but I might have tried to sneak a peek, and I’d definitely have listened from my doorway.

“Ok, that’s a fair point, but I wouldn’t have tried to film you.”

“Glad to hear it,” said Clare, “although I’m not sure I’d have been daring enough to fuck a girl on the landing even if I’d had the opportunity.”

“Really? Would you have fucked her in a bedroom?” I asked, trying to be casual since this was, given our short acquaintance, a very intimate question. “Or maybe fingered her through her yoga pants?”

Clare thought about it for a few seconds. “Yeah, maybe? I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sleep with a woman, and she’s very attractive.”

“Interesting,” I said with a thoughtful stroke of my chin. I wondered how far I could push my new relationship. I hardly knew Clare, and had no idea what her boundaries were. Time to take a risk, I decided, so I asked, “Would you be up for a threesome?”

“With you and Jenny?” I could almost see the moment the idea became an ambition. She grinned. “Yeah, I could be persuaded. Do you think she’d be up for it?”

“I have no idea,” I said honestly, “but we could ask, right? And if she declines our noble offer to fuck her brains out, we can always show her our videos and see if she wants to share hers?”

“An excellent idea,” said Clare. “Let’s get a drink and make it so.”

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