Her boss asked if Linda would be willing to house-sit and feed the cat while he and his wife took their two-week vacation. The boss said he trusted his house and pet to Linda, and that it would, in a way be a vacation for her. The boss had a very nice house up in the hills. It had a pool and hot tub, and was bright and sunny.
When Linda came to visit, she was instantly curious and excited, and that translated into aroused. She called up her boyfriend and told him to come meet her at her boss's house. They were going to have some fun there. Only the cat would see, they thought.
As soon as her boyfriend arrived, she kissed him and began taking off his clothes. She got down on her knees and sucked him long and hard. They did it standing up, and with her turned facing the sliding door, him pushing in behind her. They did it, bent over the couch, and on the couch. They did it in the kitchen, and in the master bedroom. They fucked in the hot tub and skinny dipped in the pool. Linda even skipped a day of work, since her boss was out of town, and she and her boyfriend spent the day walking around the large house in the buff.
In the evening, they climbed up on the master bed, and fooled around again. They did everythign they enjoyed and could think of. She sucked him and he ate her out. At one point she was on her knees and he buried his face behind her and tongued her shaven pussy lips and asshole. She straddled and rode him, and turned around and rode him reverse cowgirl. He reached up and pinched her large nipples as she bounced enthusiastically on his cock. She even let him slide out of her and reinsert his slippery shaft into her backdoor. They didn't do this often, but on special occassions, and when she was really in the moment, it felt great.
She rode him in reverse cowgirl with his cock sliding in and our of her ass, as she leaned back, her large breasts flopping. With a free hand, she rubbed her clit until she came, powerfully. Shaking, she rolled off of him and let him finish off by cumming on her tits and face.
Then they laid their, spent, sticky, and satisfied. The sheets were a wild tangled mess.
Relaxed now, they decided to watch some tv. The boss seemed to have satelite and a complex set of remotes and equipment hooked up to the large flat-screen. They were trying to figure out which remote to use and how to toggle through the menu on the screen, when, much to their surprise, a screen came up with eight live security camera feeds. It was instantly clear that the static cameras of empty rooms were security cameras, but it took them a moment to realize that the empty kitchen, was actually the kitchen of the house, and the living room, was the same living room of the house. With a few more toggles, they went to the next screen, eight more camera angles of rooms, and in one screen, a clear shot of them, in bed, watching themselves in bed.
They suddenly froze. They did not talk for what seemed like several minutes, just staring at themselves staring at themselves.
Linda reached over for the sheet and covered up her nakedness. "Do you think they can see us?" she finally asked.
Her boyfriend reassured her that probably the cameras fed into a recording server, and all they'd have to do was find it and erase it.
Eventually, after about an hour of trying different things, they seemed to figure out how to pull up the stored files. When they tried to delete, however, the system asked for a password. Linda guessed all the passwords she knew form work, and the name of the cat, and other guesses, but none worked. It was now late, and there was nothing left to do.
She didn't know if she could reach her boss on his vacation, and even if she could, how could she politely ask him for his security password?she didn't seem to have a legal angel she could argue about "invasion of privacy." In fact, it was his house and certainly it seemed legal for someone to place security cameras in their own home... What could she do? Their was no doubt in either of their minds that their entire sexcapades were recorded on camera.
Her boyfriend was upset at first, suggesting maybe they should find a big enough magnet and try to erase the recorder. "It's digital, you idiot," she said. "Its not an old tape."
They were arguing what to do, and finally, exhausted of that and resigned in defeat, her boyfriend said optimistically, "Maybe he'll come home and see the house is fine and never review the footage." She didn't seem to be convinced, but he continued: "Think about it. These cameras recorded over a 100 hours of footage this week... unless he comes home and there's been a break in, why would he ever go back and watch all of that?"
"What if he thought we were stealing..."
"Don't be silly," he assured her. "He trusts you. That's why he asked you to housesit and take care of his cat. If he didn't trust you, he wouldn't have asked you in the first place."
"I guess that's true," said Linda, starting to cheer back up.
"Besides," her boyfriend added, at some point the recorder runs out of space and starts recording over itself. Maybe by the time he gets home, it'll be recorded over."
Linda wasn't sure, but it did sound like it made sense, and that's what she wanted to believe, so she agreed.
And that's what they decided to believe.
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