Rebecca’s Drone Descent

Rebecca turned the key in the lock and opened her front door. it had been a sticky hot day in the city; the tube had been humid and stifling, literally no air to breathe.

Rebecca worked as a receptionist in a high end law firm. From the tube it was around an hour to get home, a train journey and then a short walk to the house. She had grabbed a couple of pink G&T cans from the shop at the station to quench her thirst on the train and now home, Rebecca went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge and poured herself a large glass of white wine, taking a large mouthful and exhaling as she swallowed. Before placing the wine back in the fridge, Rebecca topped up her glass and went to her bedroom.

She kicked off her trainers she had changed into for the journey home and unbottoned her white blouse, discarding it on the bed. Rebecca unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it as it slid down her legs to the floor.

She looked at herself in the full length mirror. At 47, she could still turn heads. Her brunette shoulder length hair had always had a degree of natural curl, it was just a shame her ex-husband had a thing for blondes around 20 years younger. Rebecca had been single since the split around 5 years ago. In the past year she had started to date again, her looks and figure had made getting the first date relatively easy but nothing had ever come of the first encounters.

Rebecca had always kept herself in shape, a keen runner she also was a regular user of the gym enjoying spin classes and a some light weights. Her athletic toned body would have been the envy of women at least ten years younger and she felt she looked better than ever. Maybe showing her ex husband what he had left behind entered her thought process from time to time!

Peeling off her trainer socks, Rebecca grabbed her glass of wine and still in her underwear moved through the kichen, opening the back door to her small garden. The house she had bought since the split was her haven. She may have downsized but the garden backed onto fields and although the station was only a short walk away, the location of her home gave a feel of almost being in the countryside. She could hear the birds singing as she walked to the sun lounger. The garden was a suntrap in the early evening and not overlooked at all. Rebecca took another two large gulps of wine and set the glass down before settling herself on the sunlounger.

Already quite tanned, her skin contrasted with the matching underwear set she still wore. a lacy white bra and high-cut knickers set. With a holiday to Croatia booked next month, Rebecca wanted to avoid too many tan lines, so reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and freed her 36B breasts, immediately feeling the warmth of the sun on her newly exposed skin. Knowing how secluded her garden was, she relaxed and took another mouthful of wine before laying back and closing her eyes.

The warmth of the sun and the wine made her drowsy but also, as time passed increasingly horny and her left hand moved to her left breast and she pinched her nipple. Always sensitve and without regular stimulation from a partner, both left and right nipples stiffened immediately. Rebbeca had always enjoyed attention on her breasts during sex, the rougher the better and she now moved her right hand to her other breast pinching both nipples hard. She bit her lip as she always did in these moments and let out a soft moan. Rebecca now moved her right hand down her toned stomach and towards her hip bone, finding the waistband of her high-cut knickers. She pulled on the elastic and could feel the remaining fabric tightening around her shaved pubic area. Her hand moved inside her knickers down towards her clit. She was already wet and her fingers easily glided towards her sweet spot. She worked her clit with increasing pace, she was close and could feel her body tensing as she came, trying hard to not make too much noise as although the neighbours could not see, they would certainly hear her if she fully let herself go.

Panting, Rebecca withdrew her hand from her knickers, her eyes still closed. in the moment she had been completely oblivious to drone that now moved behind the tree line and out of sight.

A numbet of days had passed and the weekend arrived. As standard, Rebeeca had taken herself fot a Saturday morning 5K run. Although early, it was still warm and the humidity from the week still remained in the air. Her hair in a ponytail, beads of sweat ran down Rebeeca's body. Dressed in a pale blue lycra running bra and short lycra shorts she could feel the sweat running from her neck and shoulders down into her cleavage; down her stomach and past her belly button. She needed to to strip out of her running gear and take a shower. Reaching her fromt door, she took out her key and opened it stepping inside.

There was an envelope on the door mat, unsually early for the post she thought. She picked up the envelope and turned it over but the front was blank. Curious, she tthought. She opened the envelope and eased out the folded paper inside. Unfolding the paper revealed an A4 typed note. Rebecca started to read.

WELL AREN'T YOU ONE HORNY SLUT

What the fuck is this?, she thought as she read on.

YOU ARE SUCH A TEASE THE WAY YOU PLAY WITH THOSE PERFECT BREASTS, SUCH SENSITIVE NIPPLES TOO!

Was this her ex, playing some kind of sick joke?

YOU WERE HAVING FUN IN YOUR GARDEN, WEREN'T YOU?

Who was this? What was going on, and then she rememebered the evening in the week when her mind (and her hands) had wandered whilst sunbathing.

She read on.

AND I HAVE IT ALL ON FILM

Rebecca felt sick. Her garden was her private space. Who had been watching and how?

PLEASE TURN OVER

Rebecca flipped to the other side of the typed note and breathed in sharply. There was a photograph, clear as anything of her lying on the sunlounger, eyes closed. Her left hand was pulling at her nipple, her other hand inside her knickers. She was caught in the moment. Underneath the writing there were more typed sentences, all still in caps. She read on.

IF YOU PLAY NICELY WE CAN HAVE SOME FUN.

THE FILM IS OUR SECRET AS LONG AS YOU COMPLY.

WHO KNOWS WHERE IT MIGHT END UP IF YOU DON'T.

Rebecca's head was spinning. She had no idea what to do.

YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO TEXT THIS NUMBER AND AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTION.

Rebecca looked at her watch, still showing the details of her run. She swiped across the sctreen and checked the time - it was 9.28am. She didnt have long. She conisdered calling the police but the time was ticking on. She paced the hallway and checked the time. 9.31am.

Fuck it, she thought, took her phone from her running armband and sent a text to the number as instructed and waited. What now?

A coupleof minutes passed and both her phone and watch vibrated as a rext came in. It was from the number she had just messaged.

SOMEONE IS HOT AND SWEATY FROM THEIR RUN. YOU NEED A SHOWER.

How was the possible? Who was watchung her and how? Rebecca felt increasingly uncomfortable in her own home. Another text came in.

GO OUT TO YOUR GARDEN AND TAKE YOUR PHONE. REMEMBER I WILL BE WATCHING AND I HAVE THAT FILM.

Another message arrived and this time it was the same photograph as the one she had must seen in paper form. Rebecca felt she had no choice, so moved through her house and went into her garden. Another message.

REMOVE YOUR RUNNING TOP.

Rebecca did as instructed, removing the sweaty lycra garment and freeing her breasts. Her hands immediately went to cover them as she looked around to see who was watching. Her phone buzzed again.

NO, NO; NO. MOVE THOSE HANDS NOW.

Whoever was watching her was close by. She did as she was asked, fearing the consequences if she did not. Another message.

TAKE A SHOWER. USE YOUR GARDEN HOSE. STOP WHEN I MESSAGE.

Rebecca went to the wound up hose and uncurled it, turning on the tap. The hose was set up for eatering the garden so had the spray attachment already fixed so in some ways this was like taking a normal shower inside but the water was so cold. Rebecca gasped as it her her skin. Her nipples were rock hard and Rebecca continued to take this most unsual of showers, her body adjusting to the temperature as she did so. Her phone on the garden table buzzes. She turned off the tap and picked it up to read the next message.

LOVELY. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT AS MUCH AS I DID. NOW STRIP FULLY.

Rebecca bent down and untied her soaking laces, taking off her trainers and socks. She stood up and eased the dripping lycra shors down her legs, stepping out them, and stopped. She looked around but could work out who was watching. Another message.

I SAID STRIP. NAKED.

Rebecca nervously put her fingers inside the waistband of her knickers and eased them down her legs and they fell on the crumpled lycra shorts already on the ground.

She instinctively closed her legs together and tried to make herself as small as possible but it was for nothing. The messages kept coming.

I WANT TO SEE ALL OF YOU. GO TO THE SUN LONGER AND LIE DOWN.

OPEN YOUR LEGS.

TOUCH YOURSELF.

The next messages came as a batch.

PULL ON THOSE NIPPLES WITH THE OTHER HAND.

ARCH YOUR BACK.

GET THOSE FINGERS INSIDE YOU.

I WANT TO SEE YOU CUM.

Lost in the moment, Rebecca had been aroused. Like the other day, she was wet and her fingers glided towards her sweet spot and she closed her eyes until her body tensed and the orgasm arrived, biting on her bottom lip as she always did but this time, unable to remain quiet and letting out a series of soft moans as she did so.

She lay back on the sun lounger, panting. What the fuck had just happened?

She opened her eyes as her phone buzzed.

IMPRESSIVE. WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTION.

Rebecca's mind was all over the place. As he eased herself up from the lounger to go inside, she heard a faint buzzing as the drone, moved away remaining unseen by her eyes.