House of Voyeurs

Emily screamed with frustration. She needed a new laptop, it was beyond discussion. For the second time in a week her current computer had crashed, delaying her college coursework further.

Fortunately everything she was working on was backed up online, so she could access and work on it, but only if she could find a computer that worked.

Her mom and stepdad were both out at work. She messaged them, in the hope that one would allow her to use their laptop.

Andy, her stepdad, responded first.

"No problem. It's in the top drawer of my desk. Username and password are on the wall."

Emily walked into the home office. She located the laptop and charger, then had to survey the mess that was Andy's to-do system. A cork board with pieces of paper pinned all over in haphazardly. She eventually found what she figured must be the login details. She entered the details and the laptop unlocked.

"Great." She smiled to herself, taking the laptop through to her bedroom to continue her work.

Emily enjoyed her college course, and worked diligently for a couple of hours. She decided to take a break from her coursework She checked her phone, watched a few Tik Tok videos and messaged a couple of friends on Snapchat.

She went back to the laptop. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help having a little snoop around on Andy's laptop.

There were a bunch of tabs open in the web browser, including his personal email. She decided that she'd have to have a chat with him about cyber security. He had numerous folders within his email account, including personal finance and bank information. He needed to know the risks of keeping that account open and logged.

Emily scrolled down through the folders, some were self explanatory, named after properties he owned or bank accounts he held. Others were more cryptic. She opened several of them. He also needed some advice on deleting information, some of the folders held emails that were well over 10 years old and probably weren't much use to him.

The fifth random folder she opened was unlike the others. The emails were all from Andy. Was he keeping sent emails in a different folder? She clicked on the first email, and was surprised at what she found. Several photos of random women. None were nude, but all wore some form of revealing clothing. Some were obviously screenshots from social media. She clicked through to the next email, more of the same. The same was in the next few emails. Women of varying ages dressed in underwear, swimwear or revealing dresses and skirts. Eventually she found one that contained photos of women she recognised, she couldn't name them but knew they were famous actors.

What had she stumbled upon? Was this Andy's secret "porn" stash? Emily giggled at the thought that this his idea of porn?

She figured that she should get back to her coursework. She absentmindedly clicked through to one final email, and was immediately stopped in her tracks. She definitely knew the woman in the photo that was on the screen in front of her, and she knew her name.

Emily was staring at a photo of herself that she had posted on Instagram a few months previously. She was wearing a figure hugging blue dress that she had worn to a family party, shortly before her eighteenth birthday. She had taken the photo in her bedroom mirror. She could hear her heart beating. Why did he have that photo amongst all the others? The dress wasn't revealing at all. It had a polo neck with the skirt finishing mid thigh length.

Nervously she scrolled down, there was another image, it was the same picture, but he had cropped it to just show the top half. With the focus on her chest and head, Emily could see that her nipples were visible, the material pressing against her.

Scrolling further down she found another Instagram photo she had posted, wearing a cleavage revealing tight white top.

As she slowly scrolled down she discovered several more photos from her Instagram posts. One wearing a red bikini when she was on holiday with her friends. It had a halter necked top and high cut bottoms, further down she found two cropped versions of the same photo, top half in which the shape of her nipples were clearly visible, and bottom half.

If the previous photos hadn't shocked her enough, what she discovered next as she scrolled down, stunned her. It wasn't a photo she hadn't posted anywhere, but one she had sent to her mom when she was on holiday. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of shorts. The photo was side view, taken in the hotel room mirror. She had pulled up the hem of the shorts closest to the mirror, revealing almost her entire butt cheek. She had taken it to show her mom her tan line.

How had Andy obtained it? Her mom wouldn't have sent it to him.

She scrolled down nervously. She knew she'd sent her mom another photo. The top of the photo appeared on the screen. She paused, knowing what was still hidden. As she scrolled down the photo was revealed. Again taken in the hotel room mirror. This photo was from the rear, which was lucky for her as she was topless. Again the photo was taken to show her mom her tan lines. She had pulled her long blonde hair up with her free hand to reveal the lines on her back made by the bikini top straps.

The line across her lower back, made by the bikini bottoms, was also shown, as were the two lines running down from her outer hips, across her butt cheeks.

All she was wearing in the photo were white g-string panties. There was a small triangle of white fabric at the small of her back, that disappeared into the crack of her butt, thin strips of white elastic running across the top of her butt cheeks to her hips.

Her butt cheeks were fully visible, as were the tops of the back of her thighs.

Emily was completely in shock. What had been a bit of fun, snooping at Andy's secret porn stash, had taken an unexpected and unnerving turn. If he kept all of the photos in the folder to masturbate over, had he masturbated looking at her photos? Had he jerked off looking at her butt or her nipples protruding through her dress and bikini?

Whilst Emily felt she should be disgusted, she wasn't, she was fascinated and curious. What was the purpose of the folder? Why, amongst all the emails containing photos of strangers, was there one containing intimate photos of her?

Emily decided to continue scrolling through the emails. There were no more containing photos of her, but there were a couple that looked like photos he'd been sent by other, unknown women.

Eventually she returned to her coursework. When she had finished she logged off. Emily decided she wasn't going to warn Andy about his email account security, rather she'd recommend he changed the password to unlock the laptop regularly. That way she could hopefully maintain access to his email account.

Andy clearly had no idea what Emily had discovered, because his behaviour never changed. She knew that he would occasionally check her our, looking at her when he thought she wouldn't notice, that didn't change. So Emily decided to encourage it, leaving the door to her room ajar when she was in her room. wearing tight fitting t-shirts and shorts or yoga pants around the house.

One thing Emily had noticed about the photos Andy kept of her, was that they were from several months previous. She hadn't posted much on Instagram recently, so decided to add some new content.

She had a friend's 21st birthday party to attend, at a cocktail bar in town, and had purchased two new dresses, one red lace and one black.

Emily took several selfies wearing them. The black dress was a solid colour, fairly low cut at the front, that finished at her mid thigh. She took a few photos with her phone held overhead, looking up into the camera, showing her cleavage, and some more taken full length in her bedroom mirror.

She did the same wearing the red dress, which was more revealing. Lower cut at the chest, it finished at he breastbone revealing her full, C-cup cleavage. It was also cut higher at the skirt, finishing just a few centimetres below her pelvis. The red dress was also slightly see through, and she could see her black bra in the photos, though her black g-string panties weren't visible.

She chose one full length and one overhead photo from each collection and posted them to Instagram with the question "Red or Black? The public decides. Post your preference in the comments."

Emily had almost 2000 followers on Instagram, many of whom were guys she had never met and had no idea who they were. Within a couple of days there was over 300 comments. The resounding winner was red. unsurprisingly, Andy wasn't one of those who had cast a vote. He never liked her posts on Instagram, let alone commented.

Emily hadn't expected or hoped that Andy would engage in public, but when she logged onto his laptop a few days later, she discovered that not only had he seen the photos, but he'd liked them enough to take screenshots and save them in his email folder collection.

Other than the knowledge that he was still looking at her socials, Emily didn't really know what she'd hoped for by posting the dress pictures. Just a couple of days later, things took an unexpected turn. Over dinner her mom had asked if she was going with the public vote. Emily hadn't seen any engagement from her mom on the post, so was a little surprised.

"Of course I am. Have to give the public what they want." She responded.

"Well you might want to think about some different underwear, unless you want everyone to know what colour you're wearing." Rebecca, Emily's mom replied.

"Well the party is tomorrow night, and I don't have a red bra to go with it." Emily retorted.

"Let's take a look after dinner." Rebecca responded.

After dinner, Emily and Rebecca went upstairs. They returned 10 minutes later, as Andy was doing the dishes.

"What do you think?" Rebecca asked.

Andy turned to look at them, Emily saw his eyes widen slightly. She was dressed in the red lace dress and black underwear.

"Is that bra too revealing?" Rebecca quizzed.

"Well, it is pretty visible." Andy replied, looking Emily up and down.

Emily enjoyed the way he was looking at her, his pupils had dilated and he was obviously enjoying the view.

Rebecca and Emily returned upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later.

"Is this better or worse?" Rebecca asked.

Emily had swapped her black underwear for white, which was a little less obvious.

"It's a bit better, but you can still see your bra." Andy responded, looking Emily in the eyes, and then scanning down her body.

Emily couldn't tell if her nipples were visible, she wouldn't have been surprised if they were as she found modelling the dress for Andy exciting.

"There's one more option." Emily stated.

She ran upstairs and returned 5 minutes later.

"What do you both think of that?" She asked.

Andy stared, somehow, despite not having any red underwear, her bra wasn't visible at all. He could make out her nipples poking into the material though. He felt blood rushing to his cock.

"Is that flesh coloured underwear?" He asked.

Rebecca laughed. "No silly, it's no underwear. But it's very effective, isn't it."

Emily looked into Andy's eyes, she could almost see the lust when it became apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I am wearing panties though." She stated.

"So which do you prefer, black, white or none?" She asked Andy.

"Erm, none." Was his blunt response.

Emily and Rebecca both giggled, but Emily felt it was for very different reasons.

"Are you going to help me choose shoes mom?" She asked.

They both returned upstairs.

"I think we might have made Andy a little uncomfortable." Emily said to Rebecca as they walked into her room.

"He's just a typical middle aged man in the presence of a beautiful young woman. He didn't know where to look." Rebecca laughed.

Emily smiled. She felt he knew exactly where to look. She knew how much he admired her breasts and nipples.

The following night, before going out to the party, Emily took several selfies wearing her red dress. Overhead, looking down her cleavage, as well as front and back full length photos in her bedroom mirror. She'd played with her nipples beforehand to ensure they were as prominent as possible. She posted a number of photos to her Instagram account before going out. By the time she got home at the end of the night there were over 150 likes, as well as a few dozen comments. But what she really cared about was whether Andy had seen them.

The following day Andy and Rebecca went out early for a walk. Emily rose late. She went into the home office, retrieved Andy's laptop and logged in. She opened his email and went to his porn folder, there was a new addition. She opened the email. Not only did it contain every photo she had posted the previous evening, but there were also cropped close ups of the cleavage and frontal shots, making her erect nipples more obvious. Emily fantasised that he had masturbated over the pictures.

The next few weeks passed fairly uneventfully. One day Emily had been almost certain that Andy had been peeking at her, through the slightly open bedroom door, one day after college. They lived in an old house with wooden floorboards, and she'd heard a creak on the landing, despite not having heard anyone coming up the stairs or moving around. She decided that, if he was sneaking around, she might as well tease him a little.

Ensuring that she would be visible from the landing, with her back to the door she removed her t-shirt, revealing the straps of her light blue bra. She turned through 90 degrees to give him a side view, paused briefly and then walked across her room so that she would be out of sight. Once out of sight she removed her jeans, so that she was now dressed solely in a matching light blue lace bra and g-string panty set, and picked up her phone. She hadn't heard any noises from the landing, so assumed Andy was still there.

She walked back into the view line of the landing and paused, standing sideways on, looking down at her phone, appearing to be typing a message. Slowly she turned towards the door, pausing when she had turned roughly 45 degrees, affording Andy an almost full view of her bra clad left breast. Continuing to look down at her phone, she giggled as if she had read something funny and then turned her back to the door. If Andy was on the landing he would have a full view of her butt, a live action version of the photo he kept in his emails. Emily grinned, imagining what the effect this was having on Andy. She bet he wished he had his phone to take some photos of her, maybe he did, the thought excited her. Emily walked across her room again and started to dress in yoga pants and a tight, midriff revealing sports top, ready to go to the gym.

She heard movement on the landing and guessed that he'd moved. She quickly made her way to her door and opened it as if leaving her room, she caught a glimpse of Andy going into the main bathroom, confirming that her show hadn't been for nothing,

Rebecca wasn't home from work, so Emily decided that, if as she suspected, Andy was aroused by the show, she'd let him know that he was alone so that he could take care of business.

"I'm off to the gym Andy." She said loudly.

"Ok, have a good workout." He replied.

"You too." She whispered, grinning to herself at the thought of Andy masturbating as soon as she had left the house.

Other than that afternoon, Emily hadn't made any additional efforts to feed Andy's voyeurism in the past few weeks. However she had been thinking about it regularly. She really wanted to know whether or not he was definitely fantasising and jerking off to her photos. She obviously couldn't ask him, and the chance of walking in on him mid-jerk was almost impossible. She had thought of one way she might be able to find out, almost without date, and had investigated the possibility.

At the gym, between sets of weights she continued her research. In fact it had been in the gym that she's been inspired. There were a number of discrete security cameras throughout the facility, this had led to Emily researching covert home security cameras. She had discovered that very small, easy to disguise cameras were freely available.

The range of options and prices was vast. From a little research she had decided that a stand alone unit, with no Wifi connection was most suitable, because the only way it could be discovered was if it was physically found, whereas a Wifi unit could be discovered by checking which devices were connected to the Wifi.

She read numerous reviews to try and find the ideal unit. She eventually found a unit that was small enough to hide easily, battery powered and utilised a micro memory card. Having already determined where she would initially secrete the unit, she placed her order.

The spycam arrived two days later. Emily had already decided where she was going to install it. She figured that, if Andy was masturbating when looking at the photos stored in his email account, he would most likely be doing it in the home office, where he kept his laptop. The alternative was the bedroom he shared with her mom, but she had no intention of invading that space. Andy had installed a number of shelves to the right of the desk in the office, about 8 feet away on a wall. These stored old files, folders and some business textbooks. Andy had also installed a shelf for Emily to store her college folders. She was the only person who had any reason to look in these, and she had chosen one of the lever arch files to secrete the camera. The hole in the spine beneath the label, that Emily had always assumed was to enable ease of removal from storage, was perfect.

The camera was powered by an internal battery, so she charged it fully in her room and installed the memory card. She tested the camera, which could be connected to her phone via a cable. The image was crystal clear, full colour.

Securing the camera inside the file with carpet tape, turned it on and tested the motion detector recording. Having tested it she attached the cable and checked the recording, again perfectly clear.

Emily returned the file to the office shelf and once again tested in to check it was covering the area she wanted. She sat in the office chair, moving around as if she was working, and checked the recording. The camera angle was a little high, so she adjusted the position to angle it down and retested. this time she got the chair and desk fully in the frame. Now all she had to do was wait.

Emily impatiently waited 2 days. She retrieved the file from the office and attached the cable to the spycam. She attached it to her phone. The motion sensor meant that footage was only recorded when someone was in the office.

Andy used it daily to update his business accounts, and Rebecca used it occasionally.

The spycam wasn't an expensive model, so the recorded footage ran as one continuous stream, however the date and time of the recording was shown. The very first piece of footage was of Andy, after a few minutes it was obvious that he was doing paperwork. Emily scrolled through the footage to the next recording, also Andy, but this was brief, he was just retrieving something from the desk. Emily watched all of the recorded footage, scrolling through most. Nothing of interest whatsoever was recorded. Frustrated, Emily deleted the footage and returned the file to its position in the office.

Several more days passed before Emily checked again. More of the same footage that had been recorded. Andy doing his daily paperwork, around the same time, 6pm. Rebecca occasionally using the office. Scrolling through the footage, Emily felt she might need to add some new content to her Instagram account. Or maybe she was wrong all along, maybe Andy wasn't using the office to masturbate over his collection of photos. She was scrolling through more footage of Andy doing his paperwork, when she paused, he wasn't leaning forward over the desk as usual. She allowed the footage to run at normal speed.

Andy was leaning back in the chair, which was the type of office chair that reclines on a spring about 20 degrees if you leaned back. He was staring at a laptop, she couldn't make out if it was his, but assumed it was. After about 30 seconds his hands disappeared towards his stomach, the arms of the chair obscured her view, but his arms were moving. He stood a little and clearly started to pull his jeans downwards. Was he doing what she thought he was? Emily was transfixed. Andy pulled his trousers down to his knees, then fumbled around his stomach. Emily initially couldn't make out what was happening, then he started moving his forearm up and down rhythmically.

Jackpot! Emily thought. He was definitely jerking off, she'd been right. She couldn't see the screen of the laptop, but could make out the head of his penis each time he pulled his hand down. She slowed the footage down to enjoy the show. She hoped he was looking at photos of her. After about ten minutes, five on the recording clock counter, Andy reached forward and grabbed what appeared to be a white rag, he held it to his penis as he stopped pumping his arm up and down. He was cumming, Emily was certain of it.

She slid her hand down the front of her shorts, she already knew that she'd feel how wet watching the footage had made her.

Emily wound the footage back to when Andy had started to pull down his trousers, started it running at half speed, removed her shorts and panties and lay back on her bed. She propped her phone up against the file, so that she could see it clearly whilst lying down. She opened her legs and slid her right hand down, located her clitoris she started to rotate her index finger on it.

"Ohhh." Emily moaned. Keeping her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone. She masturbated as she watched the covert footage she'd recorded of her stepdad doing the same.

She started rubbing more frantically. She had no idea that it would be such a turn on. She slid her index finger down to the entrance of her vagina and slid in a little, her pussy was soaking. She started to finger fuck her pussy with her index finger. Thrusting in and out rapidly she moaned loudly. It was a good job no one was home.

"Oh yes... yess.. YESSSSS!" Emily came hard. She lay back panting. As her breathing rate subsided, she looked at the phone, Andy was cumming on screen.

Emily downloaded the footage for future use and deleted it from the spycam. She returned the file to its place so that she could get more footage of Andy jerking off.

A few footage checks over the next week or so proved fruitless, which meant that Emily used the existing footage to masturbate a couple of times. Then, almost two weeks later, she got lucky again. The footage was similar to the last one, with the exception that Andy had his shirt off. He had a good body for a man his age. Emily was excited to have new footage, and wasted no time using it to bring herself off. This time she stripped naked, playing with her nipples, which she imagined Andy was looking at as he stroked himself on screen, as she fucked her pussy with two fingers until she was squealing with pleasure again. Andy had given her more orgasms in the past two weeks than the four young men who she'd had sexual encounters had managed collectively.

There was one thing nagging at Emily. Despite how much she enjoyed watching the footage of Andy, and that she was confident it was her photos he was viewing as he masturbated, she couldn't be certain. There was no way she knew of that would allow her to check the laptop history to determine the specific emails he's looked at. She had looked, and links in the history directed to the email porn folder, but not to any specific emails. She was desperate to know for sure.

The only way she thought it might be possible to find out was to reposition the spycam so that it captured the laptop screen. This would pose considerable risk. There was an old chest of drawers situated against the wall behind where the office chair was positioned. On top there were various items, some photos in frames, containers that had various random objects in them, a few old ornaments, some stationery.

There was a square shaped container that held various items, elastic bands, paper clips, highlighter pens, pencils. It sparked Emily's interest because it wasn't a solid container, it was a plastic mesh, the gaps being about half an inch squared each. She thought the spycam could be positioned to record clearly through one of the gaps, but it would mean leaving it in a fairly open position where it would be much more easily discovered. She decided to leave things as they were for now.

Emily was taking every opportunity that presented itself to put herself on display for Andy. From doing Yoga in the living room when he was around, rather than just in her room, to asking his opinion on a series of low cut tops that she was considering wearing on a night out.

"Well your opinion was so useful when I was choosing which underwear to wear with the red dress. You obviously have a good eye for detail." She'd said to him when he'd asked why his opinion mattered.

Emily checked the spycam footage every couple of days. But rather than scrolling through, looking for more footage of Andy jerking off, which she found 2 more recordings of, she studied it all closely, checking what Andy and Rebecca did when they were in the office. The chest of drawers got very little attention at all, occasionally her mom would pick up one of the photo frames and wipe it down, but nothing else. Maybe, just maybe, the mesh container could work.

Emily had been dating a guy, Josh, from college. It wasn't particularly serious, but he was fun. They had a date arranged, which was why she had sought Andy's opinion on which to wear. The evening of the date arrived, Emily was getting ready. She had showered and as she walked from the bathroom to her room, she passed Andy on the landing.

"Where are you guys going tonight?" He asked.

Emily saw his eyes quickly look her up and down. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, and another wrapped around her body.

"The movies ls I think." She replied.

She continued to her room, leaving the door open a few inches. Without turning, expecting that at the very least Andy had watched her walking away, she removed the towel wrapped around her body. She knew that if he was still on the landing, he would have a partial view of her naked body from behind.

She tossed the towel onto her bed, turned to her right and walked towards her dressing table. Through her peripheral view, she saw he was still on the landing, she smiled to herself, he might have caught a side glimpse of her right breast, but she couldn't be certain.

Emily dressed in tight, light blue jeans and the black corset style top that had been Andy's favourite when she modelled her clothes for him. She took a couple of photos and posted them to Instagram. She went downstairs, Rebecca was in the kitchen with Andy.

"Wow, someone's looking hot tonight." Rebecca exclaimed.

Emily smiled, she saw Andy looking at her.

"What do you think Andy?" She asked.

"Very nice." He responded.

"Nice?" Rebecca quizzed. "Nice? Is that all you've got to say?" She teased, chuckling at his unease.

Josh picked Emily up at 7.00. They went to the cinema. After watching an entirely forgettable rom-com, they went to McDonald's, choosing to get a take away. They drove to a parking area on the outskirts of town to eat and listen to music.

Emily had a plan for the night. After eating they made out. Emily located Josh's cock through his jeans, she squeezed it, feeling it grow in her hand. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding her hand inside, feeling his rock hard erection, she pulled it out.

Emily looked into Josh's eyes, lowered her head and opened her mouth, taking the head into her mouth she sucked deeply.

She had only given two blow jobs before, but she planned on giving Josh the best one ever.

Emily licked and sucked at Josh's erection, his breathing rate increasing as she did so.

"I'm gonna cum Em!" He exclaimed.

Emily took him further into her mouth, slurping at the head.

She felt Josh's body tense up, then tasted his load pumping into her mouth.

Emily had never let a guy cum in her mouth before, she liked it. She swallowed over and over until Josh was spent.

When Josh dropped her home, Rebecca had already gone to bed. Andy was watching football on the tv.

"Did you have a good night?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied.

Emily sat in the armchair that was to the right of the tv. She took out her phone and scrolled through Tiktok. She wasn't paying attention to it, instead she was counting how often Andy's eyes flicked, momentarily, from the screen to her.

"Did you notice that I wore the top you preferred?" She asked.

Of all the tops she had modelled for him a few days earlier, the black top she was wearing had been the one he said he liked the most.

Andy looked into Emily's eyes, then down to her body. His gaze lingered, before he looked up.

"Yeah, you look good in it." He said, trying to appear casual.

Emily went to her bedroom, removing her clothes, including her underwear. She dressed in a white pj set, tight fitting with ribbed top, that draped her boobs, and loose, high cut white shorts.

She went downstairs, got a glass of water and returned to the same armchair.

Emily picked up her phone and scrolled on social media. She noticed Andy looking at her several times. He was sat across from her on the sofa, slightly to her right.

Without looking up, she lifted her right foot up onto the seat of her chair, leaving her left foot on the floor. She allowed her right knee to fall out to the right slightly.

Emily knew that, if he looked, Andy would have a clear view between her legs, however she couldn't tell how much was covered by her shorts.

After a few seconds she saw his eyes briefly look down towards her body.

Emily felt a rush. Andy was looking at her the same way he must have done all the times he'd masturbated to her photos. She felt her nipples stiffen, and without looking down, she knew they were visible through her top.

Emily wondered if the show had given Andy an erection. She was desperate to know.

"Can I have a beer please?" She asked.

"Sure." He replied, looking at her, his eyes flicking down and then back up to hers.

She slowly lifted her right foot from the seat, Andy's eyes glanced down her body again. Emily stood and walked towards the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder, Andy was staring at her butt.

"Do you want anything?" She asked.

"No, I'm good." He responded.

After getting a beer, Emily returned to her seat. Leaning back into the left arm of the chair, she initially placed her right foot on the right arm of the chair, her knee high in the air. Her left leg was straight, then she slowly bent it, the knee rising up. She could feel from the cool air that her pussy was slightly exposed. Andy hadn't looked at her, so she lifted her phone in front of her face, masking her eyes from his, pretending she was looking at social media, she turned the camera app on. After about 10 seconds Andy looked towards her, initially looking at the phone, he then looked down. He stared for several seconds, then Emily moved her left knee a few inches out to the sides, opening her legs further, offering Andy a full view of her partially clothed pussy, her nipples still pushing into the light material of her top. Andy's eyes slowly moved up and down her body. Emily knew that he was completely unaware that she was watching him, just like he had no idea that she'd masturbated to footage of him jerking off.

Emily decided that she was going to take the risk and move the spycam. She wanted to see what Andy was looking at when he was masturbating. She was certain it was her photos, but she wanted to see it for herself.

Emily had a late start at college the next morning, so was alone at home after Rebecca and Andy had gone to work. She went into the office and removed the spycam from the folder. Having taken a photo of the mesh container on her phone, she emptied it, replacing some elastic bands in the bottom before placing the spycam inside, she switched it on and wedged it in using elastic bands and paperclips. After moving around in front of the container for a few seconds, she connected the USB cable to the spycam and connected it to her phone. She viewed the footage. The area of the desk where Andy always positioned his laptop was slightly off centre, she adjusted the position of the container and rechecked. It was lined up. Emily removed Andy's laptop from the drawer, logged in and accessed the folder on his email account. She was a little disappointed that he hadn't sent himself her latest photos, but as they'd only been available since last night, she wasn't too concerned. She accessed the email of her in the red dress. She sat where Andy would be and let the spycam record for a while, moving the laptop sideways and rotating the screen towards and away from the container.

When she checked, she could clearly see what the images were. Even with the screen rotated so that it wasn't facing the camera, it was obvious what was on the screen. Everything was ready. She removed the cable from the camera and refilled the container, being careful not to move it. Now all she had to do was wait.

After a few days, Emily retrieved the spycam. She hooked it up to her phone and proceeded to scroll through the new footage. There was the usual footage of Andy working, and occasionally her mom. After almost an hour of footage she found what she'd hoped for. Andy was sitting in the office chair, he opened his laptop, but rather than taking his paperwork diary with all of his receipts out of his work bag, he focused solely on the laptop. He went through various pages on screen, before pausing on an image. He took his hands away from the screen for a few seconds, then his left hand went back to the track pad, he zoomed in. The screen was slightly angled away from the spycam, but even so, the image displayed was clear. It was one of the photos she had recently posted to Instagram, an overhead shot looking down at her cleavage in the black corset top. On her phone screen, Andy's right elbow started to move rhythmically. His hand was hidden from view, but she knew he was stroking his cock. The screen scrolled for a few seconds then paused again, on-screen was Emily's butt pic she'd sent her mom.

Emily slid her hand down the front of her pants, she located her swollen clitoris and started to rub it, staring at the image of her butt and Andy jerking off to it.

Her mind raced with ideas of how she could develop this voyeuristic relationship that was developing. On screen, Andy reached for the tissues on the desk. Emily watched him orgasm as he stared at her butt. She wanted it to happen in reality, not just on screen. But how could she make it happen?

Emily decided not to risk returning the spycam to the office. She downloaded the final footage, editing it to contain only the footage she needed for her own pleasure. She stored all of the video footage that she'd accumulated on a flash drive, and kept it, along with the spycam, in the bottom drawer of her bedside unit.

She regularly used the footage when she was alone at home, masturbating as she watched footage of Andy jerking off to her images. She continued to upload photos to Instagram, and checked Andy's email porn folder, which updated a day or two after she posted her photos online. He was accumulating quite a library of images. Emily had also noted that he no longer added images of random women to his folder, only images of her. She loved the idea that every time he masturbated, he was looking at her images.

A couple of weeks passed by when Emily asked for Andy's help rearranging her room. She'd planned an arrangement that just might help her take her exhibitionism to the next level. The rearrangement involved placing her double bed with the headboard against a wall that was adjacent to the door, her full length free standing mirror against the opposite wall, on the door side of the bed. After they had finished, she checked the angle of the mirror. Kneeling on her bed, with her door ajar, the landing was visible.

She had to wait a few weeks for the opportunity to use the rearranged bedroom to full effect. In the meantime she'd been sure to upload photos to Instagram for Andy's enjoyment, the fact that they received hundreds of comments from admirers around the world was just icing on the cake.

Emily overheard Andy telling Rebecca that he has a meeting at the bank the following afternoon, regarding a business loan, and that he'd finish work at lunchtime to give him time to get ready.

Emily knew that Rebecca would be out at work. She saw this as the perfect opportunity.

The next day, Emily returned home from college late in the morning, she immediately went upstairs and into her bedroom. She retrieved her vibrator from her lockbox in the bottom of her wardrobe and changed the batteries, then she waited.

She heard Andy's car pull up just after 1.00.

Emily was already naked, she double checked that the landing was visible in her mirror from various places on her bed, then lay back, turned on her vibrator and lowered it to her clit. Her body convulsed as the toy touched her, she thrust her pelvis upwards towards the pulses.

Downstairs, Andy came in from the garage into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being home. He headed through the kitchen to the stairs and started to ascend, he paused as he noticed the unusual buzzing noise. It didn't sound like a tap had been left open, what was it? As he reached the top of the stairs he noted that the sound seemed to be coming from Emily's room. He turned at the top of the stairs and crossed the landing towards her room, anticipating that she's left some equipment turned on. Just before he got to the door, which was ajar, he noticed movement to the right, through the door, he stopped in his tracks. The movement was being reflected by the large mirror he'd helped Emily move a few weeks earlier. The movement was coming from Emily's bed.

Lying on her bed, with her eyes closed, Emily was holding her vibrator against her clitoris with her left hand as she thrust the middle finger of her right hand into her pussy, she moaned with pleasure, sliding her right hand up her body, squeezing her left nipple and then returning her finger to her hole. She opened her eyes slightly, glancing at the mirror. The light that normally illuminated the landing from a large window was obscured by an object on the landing, she knew what that object was. The knowledge that Andy was on the landing, watching her masturbate, increased her pleasure, she moaned loudly.

On the landing, Andy stood motionless, transfixed by what he was seeing. He slid a hand into his pocket, and retrieved his mobile phone. Checking it was on silent, he switched on the photo app and started recording the image in the mirror. From his position he could see the top of Emily's knees, her shins and the lower part of her right thigh but nothing more, the rest was obscured by the foot of the bed. He moved sideways a little and could make out Emily's ribs and her left breast, but not her head. He moved back to his original position and raised his phone overhead, he had to lean back to be able to see the screen, but the image was unmistakable. Emily's thighs, forearms and the backs of her hands were clearly visible.

Emily started to lose control, her moans becoming louder and she thrust her finger into her pussy relentlessly, she started to orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh yessss... OH FUUUUCK!" She moaned, her orgasm causing her whole body to shake. As her orgasm subsided she removed her finger from her pussy, and dropped the vibrator, still turned on, onto the bed. She slid both hands up her body, running her fingertips over her tingling skin. She kept her eyes closed, ensuring that, if he was still there, Andy could enjoy her post orgasmic bliss, and also giving him a chance to escape. After a short while she rolled onto her side, away from the door, when she glanced at the mirror, the landing was fully illuminated again.

Emily put on some music, turned off her vibrator and dressed in her gym kit. She took her time, and eventually walked onto the landing, the door to Andy and Rebecca's room was closed, but there were no sounds from within. She went downstairs to prepare a drink to take to the gym and returned to her room. A few minutes later she heard the shower in the main bedroom en-suite bathroom start.

About ten minutes later she heard the door to the bedroom open, Emily walked out onto the landing, gym bag over her shoulder, looking down at her phone. She feigned slight surprise at seeing Andy.

"Hi, what are you doing home so early?" She asked.

"Oh, I have a meeting at the bank."

"Have you been home long?" She quizzed.

"No, just got home. Jumped straight in the shower. I heard your music was on and guessed you were home studying. I was going to say bye before I left."

"Oh, right." Emily smiled. "Yeah, I was studying. Thought I'd take a break and go to the gym, I need some exercise. Well, good luck with the meeting."

"Thanks, have a good workout." He replied.

Emily skipped down the stairs, grinning.

That evening Emily found a couple of photos a friend had taken of her when they were on holiday last year. She didn't think they were particularly flattering, so hadn't posted them publicly. But as the images were of her, lying on her back, in a bikini on a beach, she thought Andy might appreciate them after today. She posted them to Instagram.

A couple of days later, Emily decided to check Andy's email. As expected he'd emailed himself screenshots of her new Instagram photos, but there was one other email, she opened it, it had an attachment, and mp4 that was dated 2 days previous. She clicked on it, the video that commenced was a slight shock, it was video footage of her on her bed. The image was a bit shaky. She turned up the volume and could hear her vibrator, and her moans. After a few seconds the image, showing her legs, moved, revealing her left breast rising and falling with her deep breathing. The image then returned to her legs, the angle changed and she could see her hands, working her pussy. Despite being surprised, Emily was very aroused as she watched herself on this hidden camera, just as she'd watched Andy. On screen her voice became louder as she came, she hadn't realised how loud she had been. Then something completely unexpected, as she moved her hands up her body, her knees falling outwards as her orgasm subsided, her pussy came into view. The image then went blurry before refocusing, the refocused image was a much closer shot of her pussy, Andy had zoomed in! Emily could take no more, she rewound the footage, reclined on the chair and slid her hand down her shorts, she masturbated furiously as she stared at the footage Andy had chosen to record and send to himself.

Whilst the knowledge that Andy was jerking off to her pictures, and now a very explicit video of her, was a huge turn on, Emily wanted more. She needed to feed her desires. She wanted to see Andy masturbating, in person. She fantasised about walking into the office and catching him in the act, but she had no idea how to make it happen and was also concerned about the impact it could have on their relationship, which hadn't been affected in any noticeable way.

Her relationship with Josh had also evolved. They were now having sex regularly, which she loved. Josh had revealed, during a post intercourse chat, that he still masturbated.

"Really?" Emily has asked, although she wasn't surprised. "What do you use? Porn?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I just use my imagination." He replied.

"What porn do you use?" She probed.

"Most stuff I find online, videos, photos."

"And what about when you're using your imagination? Do you fantasise about me?"

"Yeah, sometimes, other times it's about celebrities, mostly."

Emily didn't probe any further, she could see Josh was getting uncomfortable.

Back home later that evening, Andy and Rebecca were in the living room. Emily joined them. After a short while Andy went into the kitchen, Emily seized her opportunity.

"Mom, you know me and Josh are having sex, right?"

"I figured you were, so long as you're using protection."

"Of course mom. Anyway, tonight he told me that he still masturbates, is that normal for guys in a relationship?"

"I would imagine it is." Rebecca replied

"Does Andy?"

"Probably." Rebecca laughed. "I'd be surprised if he didn't."

Andy came back from the kitchen and sat next to Rebecca, she turned to him,

"Emily wants to know if you still masturbate." She grinned.

"MOM!" Emily exclaimed.

"What?" Andy replied, a confused look on his face, he looked from Rebecca to Emily and back.

Rebecca laughed.

"She just told me that Josh had said that he still does, so we got talking about men in relationships in general."

Andy continued looking from mother to daughter.

"Erm..." He started.

Rebecca punched him on the side of his shoulder, gently.

"I'm just teasing you, don't get so nervous. I've already told her that I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"Oh." Andy replied, but he was still noticeably uncomfortable.

They dropped the subject and listened to some music whilst chatting about their days.

The following morning Emily walked into the kitchen to find Andy unloading the dishwasher.

"Sorry about last night." She said, "I didn't think mom was going to ask you, I was just wondering because I was a bit surprised when Josh told me that he still does, even though we have sex regularly."

"Don't worry about it." He replied.

"Though... you didn't answer when mom asked." Emily teased.

Andy stopped what he was doing and looked at her. Emily had deliberately chosen not to dress, she was still in her light blue pajama shorts and matching t-shirt, braless.

"Erm, well, yeah, I do, sometimes." He replied.

Emily grinned. "Josh told me that sometimes he uses porn, sometimes his imagination, is that what you do?"

"Well, yeah, pretty much."

Emily could tell that Andy was struggling not to look at her breasts, his eyes were locked on hers, despite how nervous he was.

"Oooh, I wonder what you fantasise about." Emily giggled.

There was a pause as they stared into each other's eyes, Emily looked down and then back up.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me, we all need our secrets that no one else knows about." She smiled, looking into his eyes. Andy smiled back.

"Hmm, probably for the best." He responded. "Anyway, I'd better get this loaded and started." He went back to loading the dishwasher.

Emily walked to the coffee machine and loaded a cartridge, she paused then looked over her shoulder, Andy was looking at her, but not at her eyes, his focus was much lower down.

"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.

Andy's eyes snapped up to her, he visibly blushed.

"Yes please." He stammered.

Emily turned back to the coffee machine, as far as she was concerned he could stare at her butt for as long as he wanted. After a few seconds she heard him start loading the dishes again, she smiled to herself.

Nothing eventful happened over the next few weeks. Emily continued loading content onto Instagram, and checking Andy's email, which he regularly updated. He was still only adding photos of her to his stash.

Emily wasn't doing anything particularly different to expose herself to Andy. She was still leaving her door ajar when she'd showered or was getting ready to go out, just in case he happened to be on the landing.

She still fantasised about catching him jerking off, but the idea hadn't evolved beyond a fantasy she used when masturbating.

The tennis club that Rebecca was a member of had quarterly weekend tournaments. Sometimes they were held at her club, but mostly at other clubs, which would require staying away for the weekend. One of the weekends away approached. Andy would usually accompany Rebecca, and they had booked a room for the upcoming weekend. They were in the kitchen on Thursday morning.

"Honey, I can't come this weekend, work is just too busy, I'm going to have to work Saturday and Sunday to avoid getting behind." Andy stated.

"That's a shame." She replied.

"Maybe Em would want to join you?" He suggested.

"I very much doubt she'd want to spend her weekend with a bunch of middle aged folk." Rebecca chuckled.

The weekend arrived. Rebecca left on Friday evening. Andy had left for work before Emily woke on Saturday morning. She went to the gym and met up with some friends. They were going to a house party that night, so arranged plans to meet, and how they planned to procure some alcohol.

Emily was getting ready for the party when Andy arrived home from work. She heard him downstairs so went down to say hi. She'd dressed casually in tight blue denim jeans, with a cream coloured sports bra styled top, which she planned to pair with a matching denim shirt, to be worn open.

Andy was walking through into the living room as she descended the stairs. He looked up at her.

"Hi." She smiled. "Good day?"

"Yeah. Busy. How's your day been?" His eyes tracked her as she trotted down the stairs, her breasts bouncing.

"Pretty good. Met up with the girls after going to the gym. You know I'm out tonight, don't you?"

"Yeah, your mum mentioned a party. You look nice. Is that the full outfit?" He replied, glancing from her eyes to her chest and back up.

"No. I'm wearing a shirt as well." She replied, smiling at him. She already knew that her nipples were visible.

"Andy, could I take some beers to the party?"

There was a pause before he replied.

"So long as you don't get drunk and call me up looking for a ride home."

"Of course not! Thank you." She grinned, stepping forwards and hugging him, pressing her chest against him.

She ran back upstairs, glancing back and seeing him looking up at her. This time he wasn't blushing.

Having gained approval from Andy for her outfit, Emily went to the house party, armed with 8 bottles of beer, to be shared with her friends.

She returned late in the evening, appearing to have drank a couple more beers than she should.

"Good party?" Andy asked as she walked into the lounge, slightly unsteadily.

"It was fun." Emily replied. She sat on an armchair across from Andy and removed her shirt.

Andy had a beer, which he drained and stood to get another.

"I'd ask you if you want one, but you look like you've had enough."

Emily jumped up and wobbled slightly.

"I'll get it." She bounced through into the kitchen, retrieved a beer from the fridge and opened it. When she walked back into the living room Andy was seated. She walked over, leant forwards and placed the beer in his hand, knowing that her cleavage was directly in his eyeline. She paused briefly to allow him to take in the view, pretending that she had lost her balance she leant further forwards, placing both her hands on the arms of the chair.

"Oops, I guess you're right, I have had too much." She giggled.

By now her chest was no more than 6 inches from his face and she was looking down at the top of her head. She pushed herself backwards with her hands, causing her breasts to squeeze together. Andy's eyes were fixed on her breasts.

Emily stood upright, pretending she hadn't noticed, turned and walked back to her chair, she deliberately dropped into the chair heavily to make her boobs bounce. Andy was still looking at her.

"Well I doubt I'm going to remember much about the party tomorrow." Emily stated.

"Why?" He replied.

"You know that I don't drink much. Whenever I have this much I hardly remember anything about the night before. I probably won't even remember getting home."

Andy didn't reply, he just continued looking across at her. Emily could see the lust in his eyes, she wondered if she'd given him an erection.

"Was Josh there tonight?" Andy enquired.

"Yeah." Came the blunt response.

"You don't sound particularly happy about it. Everything ok?"

"Yeah, he's just getting a bit... weird, I guess."

"Weird?" Andy probed.

"Well, not exactly weird. I don't know. It's normally something I'd talk to mom about."

"She's back tomorrow, if it can wait."

"It can, but I'd like a guy's opinion too."

"If you're more comfortable, we can all talk about it tomorrow." Andy suggested.

"No, it's ok. I know I can trust you." Emily responded. "He's suggested we do something, and it just seems a bit odd."

"With regards to what?" Andy asked.

"Sex." Emily stated.

"Oh, right. Maybe we would be better waiting for your mom."

"I'd just like your opinion, whether it's normal and I'm just being oversensitive."

"If it's something you're not comfortable or happy with, you're not being oversensitive. We all have different boundaries."

Emily paused.

"You know I told mom that he still masturbates."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, he wants to watch me." She stated.

"Watch you what?" Andy replied.

"Masturbate." Emily responded.

"Oh, right."

Emily looked at Andy, he was looking back at her and she was sure he'd shifted in his seat, maybe to make himself more comfortable, she thought.

"Is that normal?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. Just like we have different boundaries, we have different desires." Andy responded.

"Have you ever done it?" She probed.

There was a pause.

"Don't answer if you don't want to, it's ok, I don't mind talking to mom instead."

"No, it's fine. yes I have." He replied.

"So it's not that unusual. I am being oversensitive."

"No, you're not. If you don't want to do it, don't. If he makes something of it, he's a jerk."

"It was just a surprise. He wants to watch me whilst he jerks off, almost as if it's live porn." Emily said, looking at Andy for any visible changes. "Is that what you did?" She asked.

"Erm, yeah, I, I mean we did." Andy was clearly uncomfortable, but Emily was enjoying extracting the details from him.

"Did you enjoy it, and did the woman?" She enquired.

"Erm, yeah, it was fun. But I'm not sure we should be talking about my past sex life."

"Would you do it again?" Emily asked, giggling. She felt she was putting on the drunk act quite.

"I don't know, maybe." He replied.

Emily decided that she'd let Andy off the hook, for now.

"What time is mom home tomorrow?"

"Mid afternoon I think. It depends how the tournament goes."

"Maybe we could all go out for a walk and then have dinner somewhere." Emily suggested.

"Sure, if your mom isn't too tired."

"Well, I'm going to bed, my head is starting to spin." Emily stated.

She stood, making an exaggerated wobble and then headed slowly up the stairs, briefly glancing back to ensure Andy was watching, he was.

Once at the top of the stairs and out of sight, Emily grinned, she intended to continue the ruse that she was drunk. She went to the bathroom, closing the door a little harder than needed, and bumped around inside. She removed her jeans, so that she was dressed in her cream sports bra top and black lace g-string panties.

She exited the bathroom, rather than going straight to her room, she returned to the top of the stairs.

Descending a couple of steps, she leaned forwards so that she could see Andy.

"Night." She called down to him.

He turned in his seat and looked up, not answering immediately. Emily knew it was the surprise of seeing her, partially clothed on the stairs. His eyes widened as he glanced up and down her body.

"Night." He replied.

Emily smiled, Andy continuing to stare at her, she turned on the stairs, gripping the rails as if to get her balance, which allowed her to pause, affording Andy an extended view of her butt.

She then ascended the stairs, disappearing from his sight, but her plan wasn't over yet.

Once inside her room, leaving the door wide open, she turned on the lamp on the bedside table nearest the door, dropped her jeans on the floor, removed her top and panties, dropping them next to her jeans. She then fell heavily onto the bed, partially on her front, facing away from the door. She lay motionless and glanced at the bedside clock, which was situated on a chest of drawers on the other side of the bed from the table, it read 23:42.

Emily lay awake, motionless on her bed. She heard a faint creak, which suggested someone was climbing the stairs. Her clock read 23:59.

Emily lay in the same position, breathing slowly. She heard a louder creak, whoever was at the top of the stairs. After a few seconds a voice spoke, quietly.

"Em. Em, are you awake?" Andy asked.

Emily didn't reply or move, she continued her slow, regular breathing.

She heard light footsteps. Emily couldn't see, but she was certain Andy was inside her room. He didn't speak and there were no more footsteps. Wherever he was in her room, he had stopped and was silent. She knew that he was staring at her naked body. She was lying facing away from him, partially on her right hand side, her left leg out straight, left leg pulled up on her right hand side with the knee bent. Depending on where he was, she imagined he might be able to see a little of her vagina.

She sighed and rolled fully onto her front, straightening her left leg, legs wide apart, still facing away from the door. Still there was no sound.

After a few minutes there were a few faint footsteps, moving towards the bed. Emily, already aroused, felt her nipples stiffen even more. She let out an involuntary, faint moan. The footsteps stopped. How close was he? What was he going to do?

There was the sound of fabric moving. Was he taking his cock out? Emily felt even more blood rushing to her vagina. She was struggling to maintain her breathing rate. If he was looking at her vagina, she felt that he must have noticed the changes as her labia swelled with blood.

She heard a click and the light that was penetrating her closed eyes faded. She heard light footsteps moving away from her, then the creak of her door and the click as it latched closed. Was he in her room still? Had he closed the door on them? She waited, anticipation rising, her heart pounding as she awaited his touch.

She then heard a very faint creak, it sounded like the stairs. She opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. Having had her eyes closed for so long, the light coming under the door from the landing was enough to illuminate the room sufficiently that she could see she was alone. Andy had left!

Emily tensed up, frustrated. She slid her right hand down her body to her vagina. The touch sent a wave of pleasure through her. She slid a finger easily into her soaking pussy. How could he possibly have resisted what had been right in front of him.

Emily masturbated, not entirely quietly. If Andy was downstairs listening, she wanted him to hear something so that he wondered what she was doing.

The next morning Emily rose late. She dressed in grey jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. She went downstairs. Andy wasn't anywhere to be seen. She made herself a coffee and heard noise from the garage. She opened the door from the kitchen to the garage, Andy was working on the lawn mower.

"Morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" He greeted.

"Ok. A bit fuzzy. What time did I get home?"

"Just before eleven. You don't remember?"

"No. I can remember getting in the cab after we left the party. I think I fell asleep in the cab. Can't remember another thing. Did I see you when I got back?"

"Yeah. But you went straight to bed,"

"Oh." Emily replied, smiling. "Well I can't have been that bad because I folded my clothes, well my jeans anyway. Was I wearing the denim shirt I went out in?"

"Yeah. You left it in the living room."

"I was obviously too drunk to get into my pajamas though. I woke up naked." She stated, laughing.

"You were a bit wobbly, but not too bad."

Andy was looking at her smiling broadly. Emily would have bet that he'd jerked off as soon as he got downstairs last night, maybe whilst she was playing with herself.

She went back into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the breakfast bar.

What would she have done if he'd touched her last night? Would she have still pretended to be asleep?

What if he'd masturbated over her while he stood staring at her? What if he'd ejaculated on her?

Later that day Rebecca returned from her tennis tournament. They went to the lake for a walk. Rebecca and Emily walked ahead, catching up. They talked about the tournament and about the weekend, eventually Rebecca asked about Josh.

"So, how's it going? You two are seeing quite a lot of each other."

"Fine. It's not serious, and I don't think he wants it to be, any more than I do."

"Oh? He seems very keen." Rebecca commented.

"Well, yeah mom. What do you expect?" Emily replied, laughing. "I mean, he's punching way above."

Rebecca laughed out loud, she loved how confident her daughter had become.

"Nothing else to report? Life is all good?" She enquired.

"Yep, all good."

They went for dinner at one of the lakeside restaurants. Emily thought Andy seemed pretty relaxed, there was no indication that he was concerned about the previous night.

Conversation was pretty light hearted, eventually Rebecca asked about their weekend without her.

"Did you two do anything together?"

"No." Andy replied. "I was mostly working in the garage, on that lawnmower, I think we're gonna need a new one. The princess here went to a party last night."

"Oh yeah, how was it?" Rebecca looked at Emily.

"Ok. Pretty boring." Emily replied.

"A boring party? At your age! Really?"

"Well, it was fun, I was with the girls. Josh was there, but with his friends, which was cool."

"You didn't drink too much, did you?"

"No!" Emily stated emphatically.

Rebecca turned to Andy with a quizzical look on her face.

"I don't think she had too many. She seemed ok when she got home, though she did go to bed straight away. I checked after a while and I could just hear snoring coming from behind the bedroom door." Andy commented.

"You liar!" Emily exclaimed. Andy looked at her nervously, Emily allowed just enough pause, then continued "I do not snore!"

They all laughed, Andy somewhat forced. Emily was enjoying his discomfort, but she still needed to figure out how to take the next step.

Dinner passed by. They drove home. Emily went up to her bedroom.

"Did Emily mention anything about Josh?" Andy asked Rebecca.

"No. Why?"

"Oh, she just seemed a bit evasive when I asked about him yesterday. I was just wondering if there was a problem."

"I'll ask her." Rebecca stated.

"No, don't. I probably just misread things. I am a man after all." Andy half-joked.

Emily checked Andy's emails a couple of days later. There were no new emails. No photos of her lying on her bed. She was a little disappointed, but maybe he hadn't brought his phone up or didn't want to risk her waking up to find him filming her.

It was the following Thursday before Emily was alone with Andy again. Rebecca was working late. She had been to the gym and had showered before Andy returned home from work and had dressed to meet some friends for coffee. She wore a black, vertically ribbed, off the shoulder t-shirt, that incorporated a neck collar and was tied below her breastbone, revealing her midriff. It was paired with a pleated, light grey skater-skirt that had a high waist band pulled up, hiding her navel. The skirt finished less than a quarter of the way down her thighs.

When she heard him come into the house she trotted downstairs, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi. Good day at work?" She asked.

"Yeah, pretty good. How was your day, home studying?"

"Well, sort of, went to the gym as well. Have to keep up the work to keep my figure."

Andy laughed and looked her up and down.

"Well, it appears to be working." He commented.

"Thanks. I'm going out to meet the girls for coffee. Do you like my new outfit"

Emily was stood about six feet away from Andy, she looked down, encouraging Andy to do the same, and then quickly spun 180 degrees, causing the skirt to flare out momentarily, revealing more of her thighs. Emily looked over her shoulder, Andy's eyes were focused on her lower half.

"Well?" She asked, smiling over her shoulder at him. Andy tore his eyes away from her butt and legs.

"It really suits you." He replied. Slowly lowering his eyes, feasting on the view.

"Great. Well I've just got to grab something from my room."

Emily bounced up the stairs, the hem of her skirt lifting with each step. She didn't need to look to know that Andy was watching, but she quickly glanced around anyway. What did surprise her wasn't that he was looking up the stairs at her, but that he'd walked forwards a couple of steps, which must have afforded him an even better view up her skirt. She briefly caught his eye before he quickly looked away, which was a shame because he missed the involuntary smile that broke out across her face.

She went to her room and took a few photos in the mirror, which she quickly uploaded to Instagram. Her following had grown significantly since she had started posting the photos that were intended for Andy. She now had over three thousand followers, many were guys from across the world following her, many of whom would display their approval in the comments, which she found surprisingly exciting. "New outfit, what do you think?" She added to the post.

Emily met her friends at the coffee shop, they got drinks and sat at a table chatting.

When she'd walked into the shop, there was a table of three guys, a little older, sitting at a table. They all obviously checked her out as she passed them. She was now sitting facing their table, about fifteen feet away. Whilst she didn't look at them, she couldn't help notice that the two guys facing her kept glancing towards her, and the one with his back to her turned and looked in her direction a couple of times. They were clearly talking about her.

As was typical of Emily and her friends when they met up, they would chat whilst scrolling on their phones. Melissa looked at her.

"Oh my God! Have you seen the number of comments on your latest Insta post?"

Emily looked at her quizzically. Melissa turned the phone to face her, there were already over two hundred comments on a post she'd made just over an hour earlier.

They read the comments, most of which were love hearts or similar emojis. Some had taken the time to write comments, none of which were more profound than "WOW!", or "Gorgeous". Emily and her friends giggled as they looked at the comments.

"Well you are looking a-may-zing today." Jennifer commented. "maybe you should start an Onlyfans account, you'd make a fortune." She commented, laughing as she did so.

"Oh God no! Can you imagine?" Emily replied, pulling a disgusted face. She didn't mind guys on Instagram looking at her photos, and whatever they might use those photos for privately, Or guys like the ones in the shop checking her out. And she was actively encouraging Andy and found it a huge turn on that he regularly jerked off looking at her photos. But the idea of taking it further and the creeps it could attract repulsed her.

"I was just kidding. It's crazy that you have so many followers from all over though. Maybe we should start a group chat and invite some of your followers. See what they've got to say when their comments aren't open to the public?" Suggested Jennifer.

"Oh yeah! And get loads on dick pics. Yuk!" Emily laughed. But she decided to look into the possibility of doing just what Jennifer had suggested. Maybe this was a way to take the next step with Andy.

Rebecca was back from work by the time Emily returned home. She was in the back yard with Andy, doing some gardening.

"Hi mom." Emily greeted as she walked towards her.

"Hi baby, how was your day?"

"Oh, pretty boring, study, gym, just met the girls. How was your?"

"Work is work honey. I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. I'd spend all day going to the gym and meeting my friends for coffee." Rebecca teased. "I would ask if you wanted to help, but you're not exactly dressed for gardening. New outfit?"

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"It's very you. Don't you think Andy?" Rebecca asked as she looked at him.

Andy glanced up from what he was doing.

"Oh yeah, I saw it earlier, it's nice."

"Nice? Andy, I love you, but you really do need to work on your personal skills. Nice!" Rebecca joked.

Emily was still looking towards Andy, he had deliberately avoided making eye contact with her. She walked over towards him, stopping a few feet away.

"Whatcha doin'?" She asked casually.

"Just digging out some weeds." He relied, without looking up.

Emily didn't want to force things, and she was already formulating a plan to use Instagram further. She went to her room to carry out some research.

Rebecca called up an hour later to say that dinner would be ready soon. Rather than change, Emily decided to stay in her new outfit.

They made the usual chat during dinner. Andy usually loaded the dishwasher, but Emily offered.

"Thanks honey. I've got to pack my tennis kit, I've got a game straight after work tomorrow". Rebecca left the dining room and went upstairs.

Emily collected the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. She cleaned off the leftover food and started loading the dishwasher. Andy came into the kitchen and walked towards the fridge. He had still been avoiding eye contact most of the time at the dinner table. Emily didn't want to push things, but she wanted to make him feel at ease.

"What's the best way to put the knives in, blade down or up?" She asked.

"Up." Came the monosyllabic reply.

"Why is that?" She asked.

"The water jets are pretty powerful on that one. The weight of the handle keeps them in place, stops them falling out and needing to be fished out from the bottom of the machine."

"Eeew, I wouldn't want to do that." Emily commented. "I might get my hands covered in sticky stuff, let alone my clothes." She laughed.

Andy turned away from the fridge towards her, running his eyes up and down Emily's body.

"Yeah, it'd be a shame to ruin a new outfit."

He appeared to have relaxed somewhat.

Emily sat in the living room with her mom and Andy. They usually listened to music, rather than watch t. v. Classic rock, Andy's favourite, was the choice of the evening. they generally rotated who chose the music.

She was still dressed in the same outfit and was lying against the back and arm of one of the armchairs, legs draped over the other arm. Rebecca and Andy were sitting on the sofa together.

Rebecca was reading a work file, Andy was staring into space.

Emily knew her legs were in his eyeline, she kicked her feet up and down, hoping to attract his attention.

She wasn't disappointed. Andy's head didn't move, but his eyes looked towards her. He didn't appear to be aware that she could see.

Emily leaned back, pushing her chest upwards. Andy was sat to her right, so she slowly lifted her left leg, bending at the knee, causing her shirt to slide up the thigh.

She knew that all she was revealing was more of her legs, but that was all she could do with her mom in the room.

Emily wondered what he was thinking.

"Do you want a top up honey?" Andy asked, looking at Rebecca.

"Sure." She replied, holding up her wine glass without looking up from her file.

Andy stood, the shortest route to the kitchen was behind Emily, but he chose the long route, walking around the far end, past her feet. Emily pretended to be focusing on her phone, but as he walked slowly past Andy glanced to his left. His view would have been between her legs, which were about 12 inches apart at the knees. Emily smiled inwardly. He might have thought he was safe perving on her when she pretended to be asleep, but he was taking a chance doing it when she was awake and her mom was in the same room. It turned Emily on that he was willing to take that risk, just to steal a look at her panties.

That evening Rebecca, Andy and Emily went for dinner at a favourite Italian restaurant. They went about once a month. The owners were always friendly and made them feel at home. Emily was dressed in white denims and a tight, short sleeved, black shirt. She always felt lucky regarding the relationship she had with her mom and Andy.

"So, come on then, opinions." Emily stated. " This outfit, or yesterdays?"

"Yesterday's." Rebecca replied without hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because it's more the new you. You're growing up. I love that combo you've got on, but you've been wearing that sort of thing since you were sixteen. Yesterday, well, you really looked like a confident young woman." Rebecca offered.

"Andy?" Emily looked at him.

"I don't know. I'm a man, What do I know?"

Rebecca laughed.

"Are you really saying, as a man, that you can't decide between the two?" She asked, derisively.

"Can't I just eat my dinner without being grilled?" He complained. "Okay, if I have to choose, yesterday's. There, happy?" He grunted at Rebecca.

Emily and Rebecca both laughed.

Shortly after, Rebecca went to the bathroom.

"Do you really prefer the outfit I had on yesterday, or were you just agreeing with mom?" Emily asked.

Andy looked at her.

"You look great in both." He replied.

"But if you had to choose one, and couldn't see me in the other ever again?"

There was a lengthy pause, Emily looked into Andy's eyes as he glanced from her to his plate.

"Yesterday." He eventually replied.

"I thought so." Emily stated. "You seemed to like it."

Andy looked into Emily's eyes without speaking.

"I have an Instagram account, and that outfit has had the most likes and comments, so it must have been nice." She stated.

Andy didn't respond.

"You follow me on Instagram don't you?" She asked.

Without waiting for a reply, she continued.

"You mustn't use your account, because you never comment on my posts, But I'm sure it said you're one of my followers."

"I don't know. Don't even remember creating an account." He replied.

"Maybe you've been cloned." Emily laughed.

"So, you've chosen yesterday's over this outfit. What about yesterday's versus the outfit I wore this afternoon?" Emily probed.

"I don't know, you looked fab in both." He replied.

"But if you had to pick one?"

After a lengthy pause, Andy responded, "This afternoon's."

"I'll have to post one of the pics I took whilst I was wearing it to Instagram. Maybe I'll have a new follower's favourite." Emily stated. She already knew that Andy would check, but she wanted him to know that's what she wanted.

Rebecca returned.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked, looking at Emily.

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right! Was she making fun of you again?" Rebecca asked, looking at Andy.

"You both do it, don't blame her." He said, pointing at Emily whilst forcing a laugh.

They returned home after dinner. Rebecca went to bed, having an early start at work.

Andy had drank a few beers at the restaurant and was standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine. Emily decided to probe his defences.

"You said earlier that you'd choose yesterday's outfit. Why?"

"What?"

"Earlier, at the restaurant, when I asked which outfit you preferred, you said yesterdays."

They looked at each other.

"So, I was wondering why?"

"I don't know, it just suits you, like your mom said."

"So you don't like it?" Emily asked.

Andy paused, considering his reply, before answering.

"I didn't say that. You looked great in it."

"Great? Really? Great??" Emily grinned at him.

"Yep, great. It really suits you. Most girls couldn't pull that off."

Emily stared at Andy, smiling coyly, thinking about what he'd pulled off thinking about her.

"What?" Andy asked. "What?" He smiled back at her.

"Nothing. It's just nice that you thought I looked good."

"Great. I'm pretty sure I said great." Andy responded.

"Yeah." Emily smiled. She looked down at the floor and back up at him. "So what do you think of this outfit?"

Andy slowly looked her up and down, meeting her eyes. "You look great in that too."

Emily took one step forwards, closing the distance between them to 4 feet, maintaining eye contact.

"But you prefer seeing me in a little skirt than tight denims, right?"

"Yeah." Andy replied bluntly. His mouth felt dry.

"Why?" She probed.

"Because you've got great legs."

Emily turned on the spot. "So my legs don't look as good in these?"

Andy looked down, his eyes stopping at her butt. Emily couldn't help herself, she gave her but a little wiggle.

"Maybe my butt looks better in these, huh?" She grinned, looking over her shoulder. She wiggled again.

Andy looked up into her eyes, as soon as they made eye contact Emily stepped backwards a step, she was now just 3 feet away from him.

Emily turned until she was facing Andy.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you, again." She smiled. "But I do like that you think I look good, it makes me feel good."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning." She smiled as she turned and walked. She glanced over her shoulder, Andy was looking at her butt again, so she paused and gave it a little wiggle, laughing as she did so. Andy looked up and smiled.

Once she got to her room Emily stripped quickly, lay on her bed and started rubbing her pussy. The engagement with Andy had made her so wet. She was still masturbating when she heard Andy climbing the stairs. She deliberately started to breathe a little louder and faster. The light spilling beneath the gap at the bottom of her dimmed as he passed her door, it didn't brighten immediately. She knew he'd heard her and was outside her door listening.

"Ohhhh," she moaned quietly. "Ohh yesss."

She thrust two fingers into her pussy, breathing more heavily. Her eyes fixed on the bottom of her door, the amount of light coming through didn't change. She imagined that he'd taken his cock out and was jerking off outside her room. The thought tipped her over the edge, she came, controlling the noises she made.

"mmmmm... ohhhh." She moaned in a low voice.

She lay on her bed, watching the door. About 30 seconds passed before the light increased. Maybe he had been jerking off and was finishing up.

Emily decided to act completely normally with Andy over the next few days. His behaviour hadn't changed, which put her at ease as it meant she could attempt to implement the next state of her plan.

She had to wait a few weeks because it needed to coincide with Rebecca staying away, alone, on a weekend. It finally happened, due to another ladies tennis team competition. Rebecca left early Saturday morning, leaving Emily alone. Andy was at the gym. Emily dressed and went out. She sent Andy a text at lunchtime saying that she was going out that night to a party.

She got home mid afternoon, Andy was in the garage. She popped her head around the door to say hi, then went up to her room.

She put on some music and started to get ready. Emily liked to take her time when she had the chance.

A couple of hours later she came downstairs, Andy was still in the garage working on a project.

"Andy, I'm going to make something quick to eat, a sandwich, do you want anything?"

Andy turned towards her. Emily was dressed in a light blue Summer dress. The top was halter necked, tight fitting with a medium to low cut, the skirt was layered chiffon that finished at the mid thigh.

Andy's eyes quickly glanced down and then back up.

"No, I'm fine, I'll probably order pizza later." He responded. "Where are you going?"

"A party at Jen's. It's her dad's 50th birthday."

"How are you getting there?"

"Josh is picking me up."

"Cool. Well, say bye before you go."

Emily left for the party an hour later. She only had a couple of drinks. It was useful having Josh on her arm, because a couple of Jennifer's dad's friends were giving her very predatory looks through the evening. She wouldn't have minded flirting with one of them, but it wasn't the right time or place.

Josh dropped her home just after 11.00pm.

Andy was still up, listening to music. Emily walked into the living room. She had paired the dress with three inch, strappy mules, which made her just a couple of inches shorter than Andy in bare feet.

Emily leaned against the doorframe, appearing slightly unsteady.

"Hi." She said, a little louder than usual.

"Hi." Andy replied. "Good night?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

Emily walked into the living room, wobbling slightly.

"Oops." She giggled. " I'm a little drunk."

Andy smiled. She sat down across from him, he had a beer on the coffee table.

"Can I have a beer please? l" Emily asked.

"Are you sure? You look like you've had a few drinks already. You don't want a hangover in the morning."

"Just one, please." She smiled.

Andy got up and walked to the kitchen, Emily followed. He retrieved a beer from the fridge, opened it and turned, handing it to Emily.

"Thank you." She giggled.

Emily turned so that her back was to Andy, raised the bottle and took a swig. She instantly stepped backwards, appearing to lose her balance. She backed into Andy, pushing him against the fridge, she felt his arms wrap around her, his hands gripping her across her lower stomach.

"Whoa! Are you ok." Andy exclaimed.

"Sorry." She replied. " I'm so sorry, these shoes." She continued, motioning towards her feet with the beer bottle, spilling a little in the process.

Emily righted herself, her bodyweight moving forwards a little so that she wasn't pressing against Andy anymore. His hands had moved outward, but he was still holding her firmly. His hands were now just above her hips. She felt him press up against her from behind.

" Come on, let's get you sat down." He said. Walking her towards the living room, still holding her around the waist. When they reached her seat he turned her by twisting her by the hips. Emily felt his right hand slide down so that it was holding her right butt cheek. He then slid his right hand up her back, supporting her as he held her arm with his left hand. He lowered her down into the seat.

"Do you want me to take those shoes off? We can't have you falling over." He asked.

"Yes please."

Andy crouched down, looking downwards as he united her left shoe. He slowly looked up into her eyes.

"How many drinks did you have?"

"Not many, I just didn't eat much."

He finished undoing the straps of the first shoe.

"Right, pick your foot up for me." He instructed.

As Emily lifted her foot, her knee raised up and her dress slid up her thigh. Andy had looked down at her foot, but she saw his eyes glance up between her thighs. Due to the heel strap he had to wiggle the shoe free. As he did so he twisted her left knee out to the side, the shoe came free. Emily dropped her foot straight to the floor, without returning her leg to the middle. She looked down at Andy, who was now crouched down between her legs.

Emily lifted her right foot and wiggled it.

"This one now please." She smiled at him.

When she looked down, two thirds of her thighs were visible from her perspective. She knew that, if he hadn't been able to see her cream coloured lace panties before, he definitely could now. She kept her foot in the air as Andy untied it. His head suggested he was looking straight down, but the regular slight movement indicated to Emily that he was taking in the view, and he was taking much longer to untie the straps on this foot.

"Are you having trouble getting it undone? Maybe if I lift my foot up it'll be easier."

Emily lifted her knee so that it was now level with Andy's face, affording him a full view between her legs.

She hadn't shaved for a couple of weeks, and knew that her naturally darker blonde pubic hair was visible through the panties she was wearing.

Andy finally untied the straps and wiggled the shoe free. The wiggling caused the dress, which was already three quarters of the way up her right thigh, to ruck up a little higher.

"Thank you kind sir." She smiled. Looking down at Andy.

Andy was still crouched holding her shoe in front of himself between her knees. He looked up slowly into her eyes, then back down to the shoe.

"These are a real pain to get off, are they as difficult to get on?" He asked. His eyes were looking towards the shoe, but Emily knew where his focus was. He was taking as much time as he could to stare at her panty clad pussy.

She lowered her right foot, rather than placing her foot on the floor, she planted it on top of his left thigh, she had only lowered her foot a couple of inches meaning Andy's view was almost completely unaffected. She pretended not to notice, and relaxed into the chair, closing her eyes as if she were drifting off to sleep.

Emily opened her left eye slightly, Andy hadn't moved from his position, but had lowered the shoe he was holding, his gaze however hadn't changed. Unaware that Emily was fully awake, he was absorbing the unobscured view.

'There's no way he hasn't got an erection.' Emily thought.

Eventually she opened her eyes.

"Ooh, I think I dozed off." She looked down at Andy, who was looking into her eyes. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only a few seconds." He replied.

Emily slid her foot down his thigh onto the floor, but didn't adjust her dress. Andy stood up.

"I think you should go to bed." He suggested.

"I haven't finished my beer." Emily protested.

"Ok, have that and then we'll get you up to bed."

"We'll?" She enquired.

"If you fall down the stairs and hurt yourself, your mom will kill me. I'm taking no chances." He laughed, taking his seat across from her.

Emily knew that the position of her dress, which was now virtually at the top of her thighs, along with where he was sat, Andy still had a good view between her legs. She stared up to the ceiling and started humming along to the music to enable him to take in the view. She wondered if her engorged clitoris was visible through her panties.

Emily finished her beer slowly. They didn't speak and she didn't look in his direction, but could tell through her peripheral vision that Andy's gaze never shifted from her direction.

"Ok, time for bed." He stated when she drained the last of her drink.

"Alright DAD." Emily giggled.

"Go on. I'll follow you up to make sure you don't fall backwards."

Emily climbed the stairs slowly, despite ostensibly following her to catch her if she fell, Andy was several steps behind her. She imagined this would mean that every time she stepped a foot up onto the next step, her butt would become visible, briefly. Her panties were g-string, so he would be looking at her butt cheeks, just like he did in the photo that he had saved.

At the top of the stairs Emily walked towards her bedroom, turning in the doorway.

"I presume you're ok to undress yourself?" Andy commented.

"I think so, you've helped me undress enough for tonight." Emily giggled. She glanced down and could clearly see the bulge in his shorts.

"Ok. Well I'm heading back downstairs, I'll check on you in a bit." Andy stated. He turned and disappeared downstairs.

Emily went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and removed her make-up. She returned to her bedroom, but left the door open. Andy had stated he'd check on her, so there seemed no reason to close it. She removed her dress, she was wearing a strapless bra that matched her panties. She unhooked it and dropped it to the floor.

'Has he had enough of a show tonight?' She pondered.

Emily crossed her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside unit, there sat the spycam. She picked it up and turned it on, the battery indicator on the bottom was green. She looked around, directly opposite the door was her bedroom window, the window ledge which was littered with small stuffed toys and picture frames. She placed the spycam on the ledge, between two small bears.

Emily turned on her bedside lamp, and turned off the main light. She then lay on top of her bed, she had her legs wide apart, still wearing her panties. She turned her head away from the door and waited.

She guessed that about ten minutes had passed when she heard Andy ascending the stairs. She started to breathe slowly and deeply, imitating deep sleep. With her head turned away from the door, she was able to keep her right eye open. The light spilling in from the landing faded, Andy was standing in her doorway. There was no sound, other than her own breathing. She knew he was taking in the view of her lying, on her back, clothed only in the lace panties that he's been staring at, from just a few inches away, a little earlier.

A single, quiet, grunting sound came from the direction of the door. Was he playing with himself? She hoped so. She imagined that he wouldn't risk taking his cock out, maybe he was rubbing himself through his shorts.

A couple of minutes passed, with the occasional, almost silent grunt. Emily was very aroused, her nipples were erect, and with the bedside light illuminating her bed, she expected that Andy could see them.

The grunting, whilst still quiet, became more and more frequent. Eventually it stopped, but Emily could hear Andy breathing heavily. Was he cumming? the thought sent rushes through her pussy, she knew how wet she was and wondered if it was visible through her panties.

She heard movement and a click as her light was turned off. Then the illumination from the landing light dissipated as Andy closed her bedroom door, though she didn't hear the click of the latch.

She heard Andy walking downstairs and quickly removed her panties. She found her clitoris and started rubbing frantically, squeezing one erect nipple, then the other. She was so aroused that it was only a matter of moments before her orgasm rose. She came, muffling her squeals in her pillow. She pulled the bedsheet back and lay down, but pulled the sheet up to her knees. If Andy was going to look in on her again, she didn't want him to be disappointed. She fell asleep shortly after, so wasn't faking sleep when Andy opened her bedroom door as he was going to bed. The landing light illuminated her room sufficiently so that Andy could see Emily, lying on her back, sound asleep with her sheets around her lower legs.

The next morning, after showering, Emily went downstairs. Andy was nowhere to be seen, she guessed he had gone to the gym. She made herself a coffee and went upstairs to check her spycam.

She hooked it up to her phone and started to watch last night's footage. The initial footage was her getting onto the bed, still wearing her panties. It moved quickly onto footage of Andy appearing in the doorway of her bedroom. Because of the bedside lamp, the image was illuminated sufficiently that she could see him staring at her. His left arm moved and his hand appeared to be stroking over the fabric to the left of the centre at the front of his shorts. She was certain that he was stroking his cock. He removed his hand, and moments later slid it down the front of his shorts. She couldn't tell if he had unbuttoned them, but she could clearly see his arm moving up and down. He was jerking off, in her bedroom, whilst he thought she was sleeping. Because she didn't know how long Andy would be out, she decided to store the spycam in her drawer and return to it later.

She went into the office, opened Andy's laptop and she signed in, going to Andy's email and into his porn stash folder. There were a couple of recent emails, but the one that instantly caught her attention was the one dated today. She opened it, not knowing what to expect, and was instantly stunned and aroused. There were numerous photos of her asleep, naked on her bed, including close-ups of her breasts and pussy. Andy had entered her room after she had fallen asleep last night and taken at least twenty photos of her. She had been surprised by his hands-on behaviour, but this was completely unexpected. Not only had he taken the risk of jerking off in her room last night, but had entered it again and had stayed for what must have been at least a couple of minutes, silently watching and photographing her. She wondered what else had done. Had he masturbated again? If he did, maybe he actually took his cock out. Had he gotten closer to her, or had he used the camera zoom to take the close-ups. She immediately thought of the spycam, it must have captured footage.

She heard noise downstairs, so quickly closed down the laptop and exited the office.

When she got downstairs she found Andy in the kitchen. She hadn't dressed fully and was wearing just pajama shorts and a sports bra styled top. As he turned towards her his eyes momentarily dropped to her cheat and then back up to her eyes.

"Morning sleepy head." Andy greeted her. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. Sorry about last night. I really didn't drink that much."

"Don't worry about it. I won't tell your mom."

Emily imagined that Rebecca would be the last person on Earth that he'd tell about last night.

"Did you close my bedroom door last night?" She asked, knowingly.

"Yeah, I checked in on you a little while after you went to bed. You left your light on as well."

He hadn't attempted to hide the fact that he had seen her lying topless on her bed, so Emily decided to probe a little further.

"I'm sorry, it must have been a bit embarrassing, especially after having to help me get my shoes off and help me up the stairs."

"It's fine. And if you're worried, it was obvious you hadn't made it into bed when I came up the stairs, so I made sure I looked down so that I didn't see anything that I shouldn't."

"Thanks Andy, you really are the best stepdad." Emily beamed. She loved the fact that she knew exactly what he had done, and that he was clearly completely unaware.

"What time's mom due home?" She enquired.

"About four I think."

Later that day, in her room, Emily hooked her phone up to the spycam. She scrolled through to when she stripped off and masturbated. She couldn't make out much, because her room was dark and the spycam wasn't an expensive one with a built-in night camera. After she had finished the image changed, light was beginning to spill into the room and her door was opening slowly. Due to the backlighting from the landing light, it was impossible to see the face of the person in her doorway, but Emily knew it was Andy. The light illuminated her, lying naked on her bed.

Andy disappeared from view onto the landing, returning a few seconds later. He moved slowly into her room. He raised his arm, Emily could make out that he was holding something, she had no doubt it was his phone. He stood in place, moving his other hand up to the screen. She assumed he was zooming in. He then moved slowly to the end of her bed with the phone still held up in front of him, continuing to raise the other hand up to the screen.

Nothing else happened and he was in her room for less than two minutes.

Emily lay on her bed thinking. She had to see him jerking off, but how? Catching him at his laptop would be virtually impossible. The only way she imagined it would be possible was to set him up like last night, but how would she see him? She looked around her room, her full length mirror. Maybe she could move it so that she could see his reflection if she was lying facing away from him.

Luckily for Emily, the weather had become very warm, and whilst she had a fan in her room, there was no air-con. She decided to start leaving her door slightly open when she slept, with her windows open this allowed a cooling breeze to blow through. It also meant that anyone passing by whilst she slept could see her.

Three weeks passed before Emily spotted an opportunity. Rebecca was working away overnight on a Wednesday, so Andy and Emily would be alone.

She had already moved her full length mirror, positioning it in front of the windows so that, lying on her side, she could see the doorway. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best she could think of.

Andy and Emily had pizza for dinner and sat watching a forgettable movie. Around 10pm Emily yawned.

"I'm so tired, I'm off to bed. I bet I'll sleep like a log tonight." She stated. "Night".

"Night." Andy responded.

Emily glanced across at him as she ascended the stairs. She hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.

She was dressed in a matching, light blue loose crop top and shorts pajama set. She had already removed her bra earlier that evening and had caught Andy looking at her breasts a couple of times. She removed her shorts, underneath she was wearing a white cotton g-string.

After brushing her teeth she went to her bedroom, leaving the door about eighteen inches open, switched off her bedroom light and lay on top of her sheets facing the windows.

She'd left her curtains open, which allowed some light from the full moon to illuminate her room a little.

Emily lay on her side, motionless, for what seemed like an eternity. If he was listening, she wanted Andy to think she had fallen asleep already.

Eventually she heard slow footsteps on the stairs. The light from the landing dimmed, she knew he had stopped by her door. Time passed, all she could hear was her own heart beating. The light from the landing started to increase, was he moving away? Then she heard a creak, it came from her door, the hinges of which needed oiling. There was a pause, then the light increased a little more. In the reflection of the mirror Emily could see her bedroom door opening, with a silhouette in the gap. She imagined that there was sufficient light in her room for Andy to be able to make out her panty and crop top clad body lying on her bed.

The door didn't open further, but Emily could make out movement from the upper body of the silhouetted figure. Was he stroking himself through his shorts, as he had done previously? She couldn't make out any details, due to the insufficient light coming through the windows and the backlighting from the landing. Emily was getting frustrated, she wanted to see what he was doing. Suddenly both Andy's hands were moved in front of his lower abdomen, Emily could see movement and then heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. There was insufficient light to see any detail, but she was certain from his movements that he was pulling his cock out. Moments later she witnessed the back and forth movement of his right arm. Andy had taken out his erect cock and was masturbating in her bedroom, she could barely contain her excitement.

Emily decided that it was now or never, in one movement she rolled onto her back and sat up. For an instant she caught sight of Andy's erection, before he darted out onto the landing in panic.

"Andy! Stop!" She called after him, but he was still moving away.

She jumped up and chased after him, he was just starting to descend the stairs.

"Andy, wait!"

He stopped, but didn't turn to face her.

"It's ok." Emily assured him. "I don't mind."

He looked over his shoulder, silently. He looked guilt-ridden and ashamed.

"It's fine, honestly."

There was still no response, but his eyes glanced down at her body, still dressed in the pajama top and panties. Emily decided that she needed to act to break the impasse. She grabbed the hem of the top with both hands and lifted it over her head, finally she removed it so that she stood before Andy in just her white g-string panties. Still there was no response.

"Don't you like my boobs?" She asked. Andy was staring at her chest, he looked up and nodded silently.

"Well you could at least turn to look at them." She demanded.

Andy turned to face her, she looked down. His shorts were buttoned up, hiding his erection, but it was clearly visible, bulging towards her. Still he said nothing. She decided to try and salvage the situation. Emily reached her hands to the sides of her hips, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her thighs. She had shaved the day before. As she pulled the fabric down she exposed her bald pussy to Andy, his eyes widened.

Emily allowed her panties to drop to the floor, then stepped out of them.

She relished the look of desire in his eyes.

"Well?" She asked, looking down at his bulging shorts. "I've shown you mine."

Andy looked at her, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Come on! Don't be shy." Emily giggled.

Andy unbuttoned his shorts and slid down the zipper. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his stiff cock.

"Ooooh." Emily grinned. "That's a nice one."

"So, shall we go back to my room so that you can finish what you started?" She turned on the spot, stepped her feet apart and bent forwards at the waist to pick up her panties. Remaining bent over she looked back at Andy. Because she was at the top of the stairs and he was five steps down, his eyes were virtually level with her butt, affording him a view of her swollen pussy lips. His eyes were locked in place.

"Come on." Emily beckoned as she stood up and walked towards her bedroom.

By the time Andy had made it to her bedroom doorway, Emily had turned on her main bedroom light and was lying on her back on her bed, legs apart. Andy stopped at the doorway.

"Well, you can do it there if you want, but you can come in and take a closer look if you want."

Andy walked a few paces towards the bed and stopped again.

"Weren't you doing something just before I woke up?" Emily teased.

"Erm, yeah." He replied. It was the first words he had spoken.

"Well go on then, carry on. It's why I stripped for you and invited you into my room."

Andy wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started to stroke himself. Emily started as the head appeared, then disappeared continually.

"Ooh that's it. That's what I wanted to see." She commented.

"Do you want me to play with myself while you're jerking off?" She asked.

"Yeah."

Emily ran her right hand down her body to her clitoris and started to circle her index and middle fingers on it, never taking her eyes off Andy's cock.

"Have you got anything to catch your cum?" Emily asked.

"No."

"You can use these." Emily replies as she picked up her panties and tossed them to Andy.

"Put a finger in your pussy... please." Andy begged.

Emily slowly pushed her middle finger between her swollen lips. Andy groaned as her finger disappeared inside.

"I'm gonna cum." He stated. He immediately wrapped Emily's panties around the head of his cock.

"Fuck, ohhh fuck." He groaned as he came, his eyes narrowing but still focused on Emily's pussy. She was now thrusting her finger in and out rapidly.

"Oh Andy, that was so hot. You're going to make me cum too."

"Oh yessss, oh Andy that feels sooo good." Emily squealed as her orgasm hit her.

As her orgasm subsided, Emily looked at Andy.

"Did you enjoy that?" She grinned.

"Oh yeah." He responded, enthusiastically.

"So you'd want to do it again some time?" She probed.

"Definitely."

"Ok. Well I need to go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow." Emily stated.

"Ok." Andy replied, as he started retreating towards the door.

"Erm, aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.

Andy stopped, looking confused.

"Those." Emily commented gesturing towards her panties that Andy was still holding.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Where shall I put them?"

"I'll take them." She replied, standing up and walking over to him. His semi-erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, she was tempted to touch it, but knew she couldn't. She took the panties and walked back to her bed.

"See you tomorrow." She said as she sat on the bed.

Andy left, closing the door behind him. Emily examined her panties, wet with Andy's fresh load of cum. She touched it, feeling it stick to her fingers. She put the panties in her washing basket and went to sleep.

The following morning, despite having a home study day, Emily was awake early and had made a pot of coffee before Andy came downstairs as he was getting ready for work.

"Morning." She smiled.

"Hi." He replied.

He was clearly uncertain after what had happened the previous night, so Emily decided to take control.

"Last night was fun." She stated. "Do you definitely want to do it again?"

"Erm yeah it was, and yes I would, if you want to." He replied.

"Oh definitely!" She exclaimed. "But I think we should lay down some ground rules."

"Ok." He responded.

She'd already been thinking about the best way to address how last night had happened.

"Look, I know that you've been saving photos of me, and taking photos. I was being nosey when I was using your laptop and found the folder in your email account."

Andy looked at her, confused and dumbfounded. He didn't respond.

"It's ok. I find it really flattering and quite a turn on." She continued. "To be honest, I set up a couple of the instances that gave you the opportunity to take photos of me. I wanted you to see me undressed."

Emily had decided to leave out the details about the spycam, that was her little secret.

"I wasn't asleep last night, I knew you were there before I turned over."

She could tell Andy was struggling to process what he was learning.

"As I've said, I like it and I want it to continue."

"Ok." Was all Andy could muster in response.

"So, regarding ground rules. This can only happen if we both want it, and only continues as long as we're both happy with it. No touching, you can masturbate whilst you look at me, but no contact." Emily was smiling as she spoke, but knew how she wanted this to continue, and had decided that she was making the rules and that they were non-negotiable.

"You can take photos if you want, I'd like you to. And you can come into my room whilst I'm sleeping if you want, just don't wake me."

"Erm, that all sounds great." He responded enthusiastically.

"You can use my panties like you did last night if you want, otherwise you'll have to catch your cum in a tissue or something." She continued. "I might have some other rules, we'll see how it goes. Any questions?"

"How do I let you know that I want to do it?" Andy asked.

"Just tell me. If mom's around at the time we can arrange to do it later."

"Ok. well in that case, I'd like to do it again asap." He responded.

Emily giggled. "Well I'm home studying today. Mom won't be home until early evening. You could always finish work early."

Andy did just as Emily had suggested. Returning home in the afternoon to masturbate as he watched his teenage stepdaughter play with herself.

So continued a relationship that only ended when Emily left home a couple of years later. Whilst Andy stuck to the rules diligently, Emily occasionally encouraged him to stand over her as he was cumming, instructing him to ejaculate on her breasts and stomach.

On one single instance she broke the no touching rule. Having instructed him to ejaculate on her, just as he started to cum she sat up, the first squirt hit her in the face so she quickly wrapped her lips around the end of his pulsing cock, taking the rest of his salty load in her mouth. She didn't swallow, opting to allow Andy's cum to dribble out of her mouth, run down her chin and drip onto her breasts. The photos Andy took of that particular image were to become his favourites that he savoured for many years. Emily screamed with frustration. She needed a new laptop, it was beyond discussion. For the second time in a week her current computer had crashed, delaying her college coursework further.

Fortunately everything she was working on was backed up online, so she could access and work on it, but only if she could find a computer that worked.

Her mom and stepdad were both out at work. She messaged them, in the hope that one would allow her to use their laptop.

Andy, her stepdad, responded first.

"No problem. It's in the top drawer of my desk. Username and password are on the wall."

Emily walked into the home office. She located the laptop and charger, then had to survey the mess that was Andy's to-do system. A cork board with pieces of paper pinned all over in haphazardly. She eventually found what she figured must be the login details. She entered the details and the laptop unlocked.

"Great." She smiled to herself, taking the laptop through to her bedroom to continue her work.

Emily enjoyed her college course, and worked diligently for a couple of hours. She decided to take a break from her coursework She checked her phone, watched a few Tik Tok videos and messaged a couple of friends on Snapchat.

She went back to the laptop. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't help having a little snoop around on Andy's laptop.

There were a bunch of tabs open in the web browser, including his personal email. She decided that she'd have to have a chat with him about cyber security. He had numerous folders within his email account, including personal finance and bank information. He needed to know the risks of keeping that account open and logged.

Emily scrolled down through the folders, some were self explanatory, named after properties he owned or bank accounts he held. Others were more cryptic. She opened several of them. He also needed some advice on deleting information, some of the folders held emails that were well over 10 years old and probably weren't much use to him.

The fifth random folder she opened was unlike the others. The emails were all from Andy. Was he keeping sent emails in a different folder? She clicked on the first email, and was surprised at what she found. Several photos of random women. None were nude, but all wore some form of revealing clothing. Some were obviously screenshots from social media. She clicked through to the next email, more of the same. The same was in the next few emails. Women of varying ages dressed in underwear, swimwear or revealing dresses and skirts. Eventually she found one that contained photos of women she recognised, she couldn't name them but knew they were famous actors.

What had she stumbled upon? Was this Andy's secret "porn" stash? Emily giggled at the thought that this his idea of porn?

She figured that she should get back to her coursework. She absentmindedly clicked through to one final email, and was immediately stopped in her tracks. She definitely knew the woman in the photo that was on the screen in front of her, and she knew her name.

Emily was staring at a photo of herself that she had posted on Instagram a few months previously. She was wearing a figure hugging blue dress that she had worn to a family party, shortly before her eighteenth birthday. She had taken the photo in her bedroom mirror. She could hear her heart beating. Why did he have that photo amongst all the others? The dress wasn't revealing at all. It had a polo neck with the skirt finishing mid thigh length.

Nervously she scrolled down, there was another image, it was the same picture, but he had cropped it to just show the top half. With the focus on her chest and head, Emily could see that her nipples were visible, the material pressing against her.

Scrolling further down she found another Instagram photo she had posted, wearing a cleavage revealing tight white top.

As she slowly scrolled down she discovered several more photos from her Instagram posts. One wearing a red bikini when she was on holiday with her friends. It had a halter necked top and high cut bottoms, further down she found two cropped versions of the same photo, top half in which the shape of her nipples were clearly visible, and bottom half.

If the previous photos hadn't shocked her enough, what she discovered next as she scrolled down, stunned her. It wasn't a photo she hadn't posted anywhere, but one she had sent to her mom when she was on holiday. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of shorts. The photo was side view, taken in the hotel room mirror. She had pulled up the hem of the shorts closest to the mirror, revealing almost her entire butt cheek. She had taken it to show her mom her tan line.

How had Andy obtained it? Her mom wouldn't have sent it to him.

She scrolled down nervously. She knew she'd sent her mom another photo. The top of the photo appeared on the screen. She paused, knowing what was still hidden. As she scrolled down the photo was revealed. Again taken in the hotel room mirror. This photo was from the rear, which was lucky for her as she was topless. Again the photo was taken to show her mom her tan lines. She had pulled her long blonde hair up with her free hand to reveal the lines on her back made by the bikini top straps.

The line across her lower back, made by the bikini bottoms, was also shown, as were the two lines running down from her outer hips, across her butt cheeks.

All she was wearing in the photo were white g-string panties. There was a small triangle of white fabric at the small of her back, that disappeared into the crack of her butt, thin strips of white elastic running across the top of her butt cheeks to her hips.

Her butt cheeks were fully visible, as were the tops of the back of her thighs.

Emily was completely in shock. What had been a bit of fun, snooping at Andy's secret porn stash, had taken an unexpected and unnerving turn. If he kept all of the photos in the folder to masturbate over, had he masturbated looking at her photos? Had he jerked off looking at her butt or her nipples protruding through her dress and bikini?

Whilst Emily felt she should be disgusted, she wasn't, she was fascinated and curious. What was the purpose of the folder? Why, amongst all the emails containing photos of strangers, was there one containing intimate photos of her?

Emily decided to continue scrolling through the emails. There were no more containing photos of her, but there were a couple that looked like photos he'd been sent by other, unknown women.

Eventually she returned to her coursework. When she had finished she logged off. Emily decided she wasn't going to warn Andy about his email account security, rather she'd recommend he changed the password to unlock the laptop regularly. That way she could hopefully maintain access to his email account.

Andy clearly had no idea what Emily had discovered, because his behaviour never changed. She knew that he would occasionally check her our, looking at her when he thought she wouldn't notice, that didn't change. So Emily decided to encourage it, leaving the door to her room ajar when she was in her room. wearing tight fitting t-shirts and shorts or yoga pants around the house.

One thing Emily had noticed about the photos Andy kept of her, was that they were from several months previous. She hadn't posted much on Instagram recently, so decided to add some new content.

She had a friend's 21st birthday party to attend, at a cocktail bar in town, and had purchased two new dresses, one red lace and one black.

Emily took several selfies wearing them. The black dress was a solid colour, fairly low cut at the front, that finished at her mid thigh. She took a few photos with her phone held overhead, looking up into the camera, showing her cleavage, and some more taken full length in her bedroom mirror.

She did the same wearing the red dress, which was more revealing. Lower cut at the chest, it finished at he breastbone revealing her full, C-cup cleavage. It was also cut higher at the skirt, finishing just a few centimetres below her pelvis. The red dress was also slightly see through, and she could see her black bra in the photos, though her black g-string panties weren't visible.

She chose one full length and one overhead photo from each collection and posted them to Instagram with the question "Red or Black? The public decides. Post your preference in the comments."

Emily had almost 2000 followers on Instagram, many of whom were guys she had never met and had no idea who they were. Within a couple of days there was over 300 comments. The resounding winner was red. unsurprisingly, Andy wasn't one of those who had cast a vote. He never liked her posts on Instagram, let alone commented.

Emily hadn't expected or hoped that Andy would engage in public, but when she logged onto his laptop a few days later, she discovered that not only had he seen the photos, but he'd liked them enough to take screenshots and save them in his email folder collection.

Other than the knowledge that he was still looking at her socials, Emily didn't really know what she'd hoped for by posting the dress pictures. Just a couple of days later, things took an unexpected turn. Over dinner her mom had asked if she was going with the public vote. Emily hadn't seen any engagement from her mom on the post, so was a little surprised.

"Of course I am. Have to give the public what they want." She responded.

"Well you might want to think about some different underwear, unless you want everyone to know what colour you're wearing." Rebecca, Emily's mom replied.

"Well the party is tomorrow night, and I don't have a red bra to go with it." Emily retorted.

"Let's take a look after dinner." Rebecca responded.

After dinner, Emily and Rebecca went upstairs. They returned 10 minutes later, as Andy was doing the dishes.

"What do you think?" Rebecca asked.

Andy turned to look at them, Emily saw his eyes widen slightly. She was dressed in the red lace dress and black underwear.

"Is that bra too revealing?" Rebecca quizzed.

"Well, it is pretty visible." Andy replied, looking Emily up and down.

Emily enjoyed the way he was looking at her, his pupils had dilated and he was obviously enjoying the view.

Rebecca and Emily returned upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later.

"Is this better or worse?" Rebecca asked.

Emily had swapped her black underwear for white, which was a little less obvious.

"It's a bit better, but you can still see your bra." Andy responded, looking Emily in the eyes, and then scanning down her body.

Emily couldn't tell if her nipples were visible, she wouldn't have been surprised if they were as she found modelling the dress for Andy exciting.

"There's one more option." Emily stated.

She ran upstairs and returned 5 minutes later.

"What do you both think of that?" She asked.

Andy stared, somehow, despite not having any red underwear, her bra wasn't visible at all. He could make out her nipples poking into the material though. He felt blood rushing to his cock.

"Is that flesh coloured underwear?" He asked.

Rebecca laughed. "No silly, it's no underwear. But it's very effective, isn't it."

Emily looked into Andy's eyes, she could almost see the lust when it became apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I am wearing panties though." She stated.

"So which do you prefer, black, white or none?" She asked Andy.

"Erm, none." Was his blunt response.

Emily and Rebecca both giggled, but Emily felt it was for very different reasons.

"Are you going to help me choose shoes mom?" She asked.

They both returned upstairs.

"I think we might have made Andy a little uncomfortable." Emily said to Rebecca as they walked into her room.

"He's just a typical middle aged man in the presence of a beautiful young woman. He didn't know where to look." Rebecca laughed.

Emily smiled. She felt he knew exactly where to look. She knew how much he admired her breasts and nipples.

The following night, before going out to the party, Emily took several selfies wearing her red dress. Overhead, looking down her cleavage, as well as front and back full length photos in her bedroom mirror. She'd played with her nipples beforehand to ensure they were as prominent as possible. She posted a number of photos to her Instagram account before going out. By the time she got home at the end of the night there were over 150 likes, as well as a few dozen comments. But what she really cared about was whether Andy had seen them.

The following day Andy and Rebecca went out early for a walk. Emily rose late. She went into the home office, retrieved Andy's laptop and logged in. She opened his email and went to his porn folder, there was a new addition. She opened the email. Not only did it contain every photo she had posted the previous evening, but there were also cropped close ups of the cleavage and frontal shots, making her erect nipples more obvious. Emily fantasised that he had masturbated over the pictures.

The next few weeks passed fairly uneventfully. One day Emily had been almost certain that Andy had been peeking at her, through the slightly open bedroom door, one day after college. They lived in an old house with wooden floorboards, and she'd heard a creak on the landing, despite not having heard anyone coming up the stairs or moving around. She decided that, if he was sneaking around, she might as well tease him a little.

Ensuring that she would be visible from the landing, with her back to the door she removed her t-shirt, revealing the straps of her light blue bra. She turned through 90 degrees to give him a side view, paused briefly and then walked across her room so that she would be out of sight. Once out of sight she removed her jeans, so that she was now dressed solely in a matching light blue lace bra and g-string panty set, and picked up her phone. She hadn't heard any noises from the landing, so assumed Andy was still there.

She walked back into the view line of the landing and paused, standing sideways on, looking down at her phone, appearing to be typing a message. Slowly she turned towards the door, pausing when she had turned roughly 45 degrees, affording Andy an almost full view of her bra clad left breast. Continuing to look down at her phone, she giggled as if she had read something funny and then turned her back to the door. If Andy was on the landing he would have a full view of her butt, a live action version of the photo he kept in his emails. Emily grinned, imagining what the effect this was having on Andy. She bet he wished he had his phone to take some photos of her, maybe he did, the thought excited her. Emily walked across her room again and started to dress in yoga pants and a tight, midriff revealing sports top, ready to go to the gym.

She heard movement on the landing and guessed that he'd moved. She quickly made her way to her door and opened it as if leaving her room, she caught a glimpse of Andy going into the main bathroom, confirming that her show hadn't been for nothing,

Rebecca wasn't home from work, so Emily decided that, if as she suspected, Andy was aroused by the show, she'd let him know that he was alone so that he could take care of business.

"I'm off to the gym Andy." She said loudly.

"Ok, have a good workout." He replied.

"You too." She whispered, grinning to herself at the thought of Andy masturbating as soon as she had left the house.

Other than that afternoon, Emily hadn't made any additional efforts to feed Andy's voyeurism in the past few weeks. However she had been thinking about it regularly. She really wanted to know whether or not he was definitely fantasising and jerking off to her photos. She obviously couldn't ask him, and the chance of walking in on him mid-jerk was almost impossible. She had thought of one way she might be able to find out, almost without date, and had investigated the possibility.

At the gym, between sets of weights she continued her research. In fact it had been in the gym that she's been inspired. There were a number of discrete security cameras throughout the facility, this had led to Emily researching covert home security cameras. She had discovered that very small, easy to disguise cameras were freely available.

The range of options and prices was vast. From a little research she had decided that a stand alone unit, with no Wifi connection was most suitable, because the only way it could be discovered was if it was physically found, whereas a Wifi unit could be discovered by checking which devices were connected to the Wifi.

She read numerous reviews to try and find the ideal unit. She eventually found a unit that was small enough to hide easily, battery powered and utilised a micro memory card. Having already determined where she would initially secrete the unit, she placed her order.

The spycam arrived two days later. Emily had already decided where she was going to install it. She figured that, if Andy was masturbating when looking at the photos stored in his email account, he would most likely be doing it in the home office, where he kept his laptop. The alternative was the bedroom he shared with her mom, but she had no intention of invading that space. Andy had installed a number of shelves to the right of the desk in the office, about 8 feet away on a wall. These stored old files, folders and some business textbooks. Andy had also installed a shelf for Emily to store her college folders. She was the only person who had any reason to look in these, and she had chosen one of the lever arch files to secrete the camera. The hole in the spine beneath the label, that Emily had always assumed was to enable ease of removal from storage, was perfect.

The camera was powered by an internal battery, so she charged it fully in her room and installed the memory card. She tested the camera, which could be connected to her phone via a cable. The image was crystal clear, full colour.

Securing the camera inside the file with carpet tape, turned it on and tested the motion detector recording. Having tested it she attached the cable and checked the recording, again perfectly clear.

Emily returned the file to the office shelf and once again tested in to check it was covering the area she wanted. She sat in the office chair, moving around as if she was working, and checked the recording. The camera angle was a little high, so she adjusted the position to angle it down and retested. this time she got the chair and desk fully in the frame. Now all she had to do was wait.

Emily impatiently waited 2 days. She retrieved the file from the office and attached the cable to the spycam. She attached it to her phone. The motion sensor meant that footage was only recorded when someone was in the office.

Andy used it daily to update his business accounts, and Rebecca used it occasionally.

The spycam wasn't an expensive model, so the recorded footage ran as one continuous stream, however the date and time of the recording was shown. The very first piece of footage was of Andy, after a few minutes it was obvious that he was doing paperwork. Emily scrolled through the footage to the next recording, also Andy, but this was brief, he was just retrieving something from the desk. Emily watched all of the recorded footage, scrolling through most. Nothing of interest whatsoever was recorded. Frustrated, Emily deleted the footage and returned the file to its position in the office.

Several more days passed before Emily checked again. More of the same footage that had been recorded. Andy doing his daily paperwork, around the same time, 6pm. Rebecca occasionally using the office. Scrolling through the footage, Emily felt she might need to add some new content to her Instagram account. Or maybe she was wrong all along, maybe Andy wasn't using the office to masturbate over his collection of photos. She was scrolling through more footage of Andy doing his paperwork, when she paused, he wasn't leaning forward over the desk as usual. She allowed the footage to run at normal speed.

Andy was leaning back in the chair, which was the type of office chair that reclines on a spring about 20 degrees if you leaned back. He was staring at a laptop, she couldn't make out if it was his, but assumed it was. After about 30 seconds his hands disappeared towards his stomach, the arms of the chair obscured her view, but his arms were moving. He stood a little and clearly started to pull his jeans downwards. Was he doing what she thought he was? Emily was transfixed. Andy pulled his trousers down to his knees, then fumbled around his stomach. Emily initially couldn't make out what was happening, then he started moving his forearm up and down rhythmically.

Jackpot! Emily thought. He was definitely jerking off, she'd been right. She couldn't see the screen of the laptop, but could make out the head of his penis each time he pulled his hand down. She slowed the footage down to enjoy the show. She hoped he was looking at photos of her. After about ten minutes, five on the recording clock counter, Andy reached forward and grabbed what appeared to be a white rag, he held it to his penis as he stopped pumping his arm up and down. He was cumming, Emily was certain of it.

She slid her hand down the front of her shorts, she already knew that she'd feel how wet watching the footage had made her.

Emily wound the footage back to when Andy had started to pull down his trousers, started it running at half speed, removed her shorts and panties and lay back on her bed. She propped her phone up against the file, so that she could see it clearly whilst lying down. She opened her legs and slid her right hand down, located her clitoris she started to rotate her index finger on it.

"Ohhh." Emily moaned. Keeping her eyes fixed on the screen of her phone. She masturbated as she watched the covert footage she'd recorded of her stepdad doing the same.

She started rubbing more frantically. She had no idea that it would be such a turn on. She slid her index finger down to the entrance of her vagina and slid in a little, her pussy was soaking. She started to finger fuck her pussy with her index finger. Thrusting in and out rapidly she moaned loudly. It was a good job no one was home.

"Oh yes... yess.. YESSSSS!" Emily came hard. She lay back panting. As her breathing rate subsided, she looked at the phone, Andy was cumming on screen.

Emily downloaded the footage for future use and deleted it from the spycam. She returned the file to its place so that she could get more footage of Andy jerking off.

A few footage checks over the next week or so proved fruitless, which meant that Emily used the existing footage to masturbate a couple of times. Then, almost two weeks later, she got lucky again. The footage was similar to the last one, with the exception that Andy had his shirt off. He had a good body for a man his age. Emily was excited to have new footage, and wasted no time using it to bring herself off. This time she stripped naked, playing with her nipples, which she imagined Andy was looking at as he stroked himself on screen, as she fucked her pussy with two fingers until she was squealing with pleasure again. Andy had given her more orgasms in the past two weeks than the four young men who she'd had sexual encounters had managed collectively.

There was one thing nagging at Emily. Despite how much she enjoyed watching the footage of Andy, and that she was confident it was her photos he was viewing as he masturbated, she couldn't be certain. There was no way she knew of that would allow her to check the laptop history to determine the specific emails he's looked at. She had looked, and links in the history directed to the email porn folder, but not to any specific emails. She was desperate to know for sure.

The only way she thought it might be possible to find out was to reposition the spycam so that it captured the laptop screen. This would pose considerable risk. There was an old chest of drawers situated against the wall behind where the office chair was positioned. On top there were various items, some photos in frames, containers that had various random objects in them, a few old ornaments, some stationery.

There was a square shaped container that held various items, elastic bands, paper clips, highlighter pens, pencils. It sparked Emily's interest because it wasn't a solid container, it was a plastic mesh, the gaps being about half an inch squared each. She thought the spycam could be positioned to record clearly through one of the gaps, but it would mean leaving it in a fairly open position where it would be much more easily discovered. She decided to leave things as they were for now.

Emily was taking every opportunity that presented itself to put herself on display for Andy. From doing Yoga in the living room when he was around, rather than just in her room, to asking his opinion on a series of low cut tops that she was considering wearing on a night out.

"Well your opinion was so useful when I was choosing which underwear to wear with the red dress. You obviously have a good eye for detail." She'd said to him when he'd asked why his opinion mattered.

Emily checked the spycam footage every couple of days. But rather than scrolling through, looking for more footage of Andy jerking off, which she found 2 more recordings of, she studied it all closely, checking what Andy and Rebecca did when they were in the office. The chest of drawers got very little attention at all, occasionally her mom would pick up one of the photo frames and wipe it down, but nothing else. Maybe, just maybe, the mesh container could work.

Emily had been dating a guy, Josh, from college. It wasn't particularly serious, but he was fun. They had a date arranged, which was why she had sought Andy's opinion on which to wear. The evening of the date arrived, Emily was getting ready. She had showered and as she walked from the bathroom to her room, she passed Andy on the landing.

"Where are you guys going tonight?" He asked.

Emily saw his eyes quickly look her up and down. She had a towel wrapped around her hair, and another wrapped around her body.

"The movies ls I think." She replied.

She continued to her room, leaving the door open a few inches. Without turning, expecting that at the very least Andy had watched her walking away, she removed the towel wrapped around her body. She knew that if he was still on the landing, he would have a partial view of her naked body from behind.

She tossed the towel onto her bed, turned to her right and walked towards her dressing table. Through her peripheral view, she saw he was still on the landing, she smiled to herself, he might have caught a side glimpse of her right breast, but she couldn't be certain.

Emily dressed in tight, light blue jeans and the black corset style top that had been Andy's favourite when she modelled her clothes for him. She took a couple of photos and posted them to Instagram. She went downstairs, Rebecca was in the kitchen with Andy.

"Wow, someone's looking hot tonight." Rebecca exclaimed.

Emily smiled, she saw Andy looking at her.

"What do you think Andy?" She asked.

"Very nice." He responded.

"Nice?" Rebecca quizzed. "Nice? Is that all you've got to say?" She teased, chuckling at his unease.

Josh picked Emily up at 7.00. They went to the cinema. After watching an entirely forgettable rom-com, they went to McDonald's, choosing to get a take away. They drove to a parking area on the outskirts of town to eat and listen to music.

Emily had a plan for the night. After eating they made out. Emily located Josh's cock through his jeans, she squeezed it, feeling it grow in her hand. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding her hand inside, feeling his rock hard erection, she pulled it out.

Emily looked into Josh's eyes, lowered her head and opened her mouth, taking the head into her mouth she sucked deeply.

She had only given two blow jobs before, but she planned on giving Josh the best one ever.

Emily licked and sucked at Josh's erection, his breathing rate increasing as she did so.

"I'm gonna cum Em!" He exclaimed.

Emily took him further into her mouth, slurping at the head.

She felt Josh's body tense up, then tasted his load pumping into her mouth.

Emily had never let a guy cum in her mouth before, she liked it. She swallowed over and over until Josh was spent.

When Josh dropped her home, Rebecca had already gone to bed. Andy was watching football on the tv.

"Did you have a good night?" He asked.

"Yeah." She replied.

Emily sat in the armchair that was to the right of the tv. She took out her phone and scrolled through Tiktok. She wasn't paying attention to it, instead she was counting how often Andy's eyes flicked, momentarily, from the screen to her.

"Did you notice that I wore the top you preferred?" She asked.

Of all the tops she had modelled for him a few days earlier, the black top she was wearing had been the one he said he liked the most.

Andy looked into Emily's eyes, then down to her body. His gaze lingered, before he looked up.

"Yeah, you look good in it." He said, trying to appear casual.

Emily went to her bedroom, removing her clothes, including her underwear. She dressed in a white pj set, tight fitting with ribbed top, that draped her boobs, and loose, high cut white shorts.

She went downstairs, got a glass of water and returned to the same armchair.

Emily picked up her phone and scrolled on social media. She noticed Andy looking at her several times. He was sat across from her on the sofa, slightly to her right.

Without looking up, she lifted her right foot up onto the seat of her chair, leaving her left foot on the floor. She allowed her right knee to fall out to the right slightly.

Emily knew that, if he looked, Andy would have a clear view between her legs, however she couldn't tell how much was covered by her shorts.

After a few seconds she saw his eyes briefly look down towards her body.

Emily felt a rush. Andy was looking at her the same way he must have done all the times he'd masturbated to her photos. She felt her nipples stiffen, and without looking down, she knew they were visible through her top.

Emily wondered if the show had given Andy an erection. She was desperate to know.

"Can I have a beer please?" She asked.

"Sure." He replied, looking at her, his eyes flicking down and then back up to hers.

She slowly lifted her right foot from the seat, Andy's eyes glanced down her body again. Emily stood and walked towards the kitchen, she looked over her shoulder, Andy was staring at her butt.

"Do you want anything?" She asked.

"No, I'm good." He responded.

After getting a beer, Emily returned to her seat. Leaning back into the left arm of the chair, she initially placed her right foot on the right arm of the chair, her knee high in the air. Her left leg was straight, then she slowly bent it, the knee rising up. She could feel from the cool air that her pussy was slightly exposed. Andy hadn't looked at her, so she lifted her phone in front of her face, masking her eyes from his, pretending she was looking at social media, she turned the camera app on. After about 10 seconds Andy looked towards her, initially looking at the phone, he then looked down. He stared for several seconds, then Emily moved her left knee a few inches out to the sides, opening her legs further, offering Andy a full view of her partially clothed pussy, her nipples still pushing into the light material of her top. Andy's eyes slowly moved up and down her body. Emily knew that he was completely unaware that she was watching him, just like he had no idea that she'd masturbated to footage of him jerking off.

Emily decided that she was going to take the risk and move the spycam. She wanted to see what Andy was looking at when he was masturbating. She was certain it was her photos, but she wanted to see it for herself.

Emily had a late start at college the next morning, so was alone at home after Rebecca and Andy had gone to work. She went into the office and removed the spycam from the folder. Having taken a photo of the mesh container on her phone, she emptied it, replacing some elastic bands in the bottom before placing the spycam inside, she switched it on and wedged it in using elastic bands and paperclips. After moving around in front of the container for a few seconds, she connected the USB cable to the spycam and connected it to her phone. She viewed the footage. The area of the desk where Andy always positioned his laptop was slightly off centre, she adjusted the position of the container and rechecked. It was lined up. Emily removed Andy's laptop from the drawer, logged in and accessed the folder on his email account. She was a little disappointed that he hadn't sent himself her latest photos, but as they'd only been available since last night, she wasn't too concerned. She accessed the email of her in the red dress. She sat where Andy would be and let the spycam record for a while, moving the laptop sideways and rotating the screen towards and away from the container.

When she checked, she could clearly see what the images were. Even with the screen rotated so that it wasn't facing the camera, it was obvious what was on the screen. Everything was ready. She removed the cable from the camera and refilled the container, being careful not to move it. Now all she had to do was wait.

After a few days, Emily retrieved the spycam. She hooked it up to her phone and proceeded to scroll through the new footage. There was the usual footage of Andy working, and occasionally her mom. After almost an hour of footage she found what she'd hoped for. Andy was sitting in the office chair, he opened his laptop, but rather than taking his paperwork diary with all of his receipts out of his work bag, he focused solely on the laptop. He went through various pages on screen, before pausing on an image. He took his hands away from the screen for a few seconds, then his left hand went back to the track pad, he zoomed in. The screen was slightly angled away from the spycam, but even so, the image displayed was clear. It was one of the photos she had recently posted to Instagram, an overhead shot looking down at her cleavage in the black corset top. On her phone screen, Andy's right elbow started to move rhythmically. His hand was hidden from view, but she knew he was stroking his cock. The screen scrolled for a few seconds then paused again, on-screen was Emily's butt pic she'd sent her mom.

Emily slid her hand down the front of her pants, she located her swollen clitoris and started to rub it, staring at the image of her butt and Andy jerking off to it.

Her mind raced with ideas of how she could develop this voyeuristic relationship that was developing. On screen, Andy reached for the tissues on the desk. Emily watched him orgasm as he stared at her butt. She wanted it to happen in reality, not just on screen. But how could she make it happen?

Emily decided not to risk returning the spycam to the office. She downloaded the final footage, editing it to contain only the footage she needed for her own pleasure. She stored all of the video footage that she'd accumulated on a flash drive, and kept it, along with the spycam, in the bottom drawer of her bedside unit.

She regularly used the footage when she was alone at home, masturbating as she watched footage of Andy jerking off to her images. She continued to upload photos to Instagram, and checked Andy's email porn folder, which updated a day or two after she posted her photos online. He was accumulating quite a library of images. Emily had also noted that he no longer added images of random women to his folder, only images of her. She loved the idea that every time he masturbated, he was looking at her images.

A couple of weeks passed by when Emily asked for Andy's help rearranging her room. She'd planned an arrangement that just might help her take her exhibitionism to the next level. The rearrangement involved placing her double bed with the headboard against a wall that was adjacent to the door, her full length free standing mirror against the opposite wall, on the door side of the bed. After they had finished, she checked the angle of the mirror. Kneeling on her bed, with her door ajar, the landing was visible.

She had to wait a few weeks for the opportunity to use the rearranged bedroom to full effect. In the meantime she'd been sure to upload photos to Instagram for Andy's enjoyment, the fact that they received hundreds of comments from admirers around the world was just icing on the cake.

Emily overheard Andy telling Rebecca that he has a meeting at the bank the following afternoon, regarding a business loan, and that he'd finish work at lunchtime to give him time to get ready.

Emily knew that Rebecca would be out at work. She saw this as the perfect opportunity.

The next day, Emily returned home from college late in the morning, she immediately went upstairs and into her bedroom. She retrieved her vibrator from her lockbox in the bottom of her wardrobe and changed the batteries, then she waited.

She heard Andy's car pull up just after 1.00.

Emily was already naked, she double checked that the landing was visible in her mirror from various places on her bed, then lay back, turned on her vibrator and lowered it to her clit. Her body convulsed as the toy touched her, she thrust her pelvis upwards towards the pulses.

Downstairs, Andy came in from the garage into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being home. He headed through the kitchen to the stairs and started to ascend, he paused as he noticed the unusual buzzing noise. It didn't sound like a tap had been left open, what was it? As he reached the top of the stairs he noted that the sound seemed to be coming from Emily's room. He turned at the top of the stairs and crossed the landing towards her room, anticipating that she's left some equipment turned on. Just before he got to the door, which was ajar, he noticed movement to the right, through the door, he stopped in his tracks. The movement was being reflected by the large mirror he'd helped Emily move a few weeks earlier. The movement was coming from Emily's bed.

Lying on her bed, with her eyes closed, Emily was holding her vibrator against her clitoris with her left hand as she thrust the middle finger of her right hand into her pussy, she moaned with pleasure, sliding her right hand up her body, squeezing her left nipple and then returning her finger to her hole. She opened her eyes slightly, glancing at the mirror. The light that normally illuminated the landing from a large window was obscured by an object on the landing, she knew what that object was. The knowledge that Andy was on the landing, watching her masturbate, increased her pleasure, she moaned loudly.

On the landing, Andy stood motionless, transfixed by what he was seeing. He slid a hand into his pocket, and retrieved his mobile phone. Checking it was on silent, he switched on the photo app and started recording the image in the mirror. From his position he could see the top of Emily's knees, her shins and the lower part of her right thigh but nothing more, the rest was obscured by the foot of the bed. He moved sideways a little and could make out Emily's ribs and her left breast, but not her head. He moved back to his original position and raised his phone overhead, he had to lean back to be able to see the screen, but the image was unmistakable. Emily's thighs, forearms and the backs of her hands were clearly visible.

Emily started to lose control, her moans becoming louder and she thrust her finger into her pussy relentlessly, she started to orgasm.

"Oh fuck, oh yessss... OH FUUUUCK!" She moaned, her orgasm causing her whole body to shake. As her orgasm subsided she removed her finger from her pussy, and dropped the vibrator, still turned on, onto the bed. She slid both hands up her body, running her fingertips over her tingling skin. She kept her eyes closed, ensuring that, if he was still there, Andy could enjoy her post orgasmic bliss, and also giving him a chance to escape. After a short while she rolled onto her side, away from the door, when she glanced at the mirror, the landing was fully illuminated again.

Emily put on some music, turned off her vibrator and dressed in her gym kit. She took her time, and eventually walked onto the landing, the door to Andy and Rebecca's room was closed, but there were no sounds from within. She went downstairs to prepare a drink to take to the gym and returned to her room. A few minutes later she heard the shower in the main bedroom en-suite bathroom start.

About ten minutes later she heard the door to the bedroom open, Emily walked out onto the landing, gym bag over her shoulder, looking down at her phone. She feigned slight surprise at seeing Andy.

"Hi, what are you doing home so early?" She asked.

"Oh, I have a meeting at the bank."

"Have you been home long?" She quizzed.

"No, just got home. Jumped straight in the shower. I heard your music was on and guessed you were home studying. I was going to say bye before I left."

"Oh, right." Emily smiled. "Yeah, I was studying. Thought I'd take a break and go to the gym, I need some exercise. Well, good luck with the meeting."

"Thanks, have a good workout." He replied.

Emily skipped down the stairs, grinning.

That evening Emily found a couple of photos a friend had taken of her when they were on holiday last year. She didn't think they were particularly flattering, so hadn't posted them publicly. But as the images were of her, lying on her back, in a bikini on a beach, she thought Andy might appreciate them after today. She posted them to Instagram.

A couple of days later, Emily decided to check Andy's email. As expected he'd emailed himself screenshots of her new Instagram photos, but there was one other email, she opened it, it had an attachment, and mp4 that was dated 2 days previous. She clicked on it, the video that commenced was a slight shock, it was video footage of her on her bed. The image was a bit shaky. She turned up the volume and could hear her vibrator, and her moans. After a few seconds the image, showing her legs, moved, revealing her left breast rising and falling with her deep breathing. The image then returned to her legs, the angle changed and she could see her hands, working her pussy. Despite being surprised, Emily was very aroused as she watched herself on this hidden camera, just as she'd watched Andy. On screen her voice became louder as she came, she hadn't realised how loud she had been. Then something completely unexpected, as she moved her hands up her body, her knees falling outwards as her orgasm subsided, her pussy came into view. The image then went blurry before refocusing, the refocused image was a much closer shot of her pussy, Andy had zoomed in! Emily could take no more, she rewound the footage, reclined on the chair and slid her hand down her shorts, she masturbated furiously as she stared at the footage Andy had chosen to record and send to himself.

Whilst the knowledge that Andy was jerking off to her pictures, and now a very explicit video of her, was a huge turn on, Emily wanted more. She needed to feed her desires. She wanted to see Andy masturbating, in person. She fantasised about walking into the office and catching him in the act, but she had no idea how to make it happen and was also concerned about the impact it could have on their relationship, which hadn't been affected in any noticeable way.

Her relationship with Josh had also evolved. They were now having sex regularly, which she loved. Josh had revealed, during a post intercourse chat, that he still masturbated.

"Really?" Emily has asked, although she wasn't surprised. "What do you use? Porn?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I just use my imagination." He replied.

"What porn do you use?" She probed.

"Most stuff I find online, videos, photos."

"And what about when you're using your imagination? Do you fantasise about me?"

"Yeah, sometimes, other times it's about celebrities, mostly."

Emily didn't probe any further, she could see Josh was getting uncomfortable.

Back home later that evening, Andy and Rebecca were in the living room. Emily joined them. After a short while Andy went into the kitchen, Emily seized her opportunity.

"Mom, you know me and Josh are having sex, right?"

"I figured you were, so long as you're using protection."

"Of course mom. Anyway, tonight he told me that he still masturbates, is that normal for guys in a relationship?"

"I would imagine it is." Rebecca replied

"Does Andy?"

"Probably." Rebecca laughed. "I'd be surprised if he didn't."

Andy came back from the kitchen and sat next to Rebecca, she turned to him,

"Emily wants to know if you still masturbate." She grinned.

"MOM!" Emily exclaimed.

"What?" Andy replied, a confused look on his face, he looked from Rebecca to Emily and back.

Rebecca laughed.

"She just told me that Josh had said that he still does, so we got talking about men in relationships in general."

Andy continued looking from mother to daughter.

"Erm..." He started.

Rebecca punched him on the side of his shoulder, gently.

"I'm just teasing you, don't get so nervous. I've already told her that I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"Oh." Andy replied, but he was still noticeably uncomfortable.

They dropped the subject and listened to some music whilst chatting about their days.

The following morning Emily walked into the kitchen to find Andy unloading the dishwasher.

"Sorry about last night." She said, "I didn't think mom was going to ask you, I was just wondering because I was a bit surprised when Josh told me that he still does, even though we have sex regularly."

"Don't worry about it." He replied.

"Though... you didn't answer when mom asked." Emily teased.

Andy stopped what he was doing and looked at her. Emily had deliberately chosen not to dress, she was still in her light blue pajama shorts and matching t-shirt, braless.

"Erm, well, yeah, I do, sometimes." He replied.

Emily grinned. "Josh told me that sometimes he uses porn, sometimes his imagination, is that what you do?"

"Well, yeah, pretty much."

Emily could tell that Andy was struggling not to look at her breasts, his eyes were locked on hers, despite how nervous he was.

"Oooh, I wonder what you fantasise about." Emily giggled.

There was a pause as they stared into each other's eyes, Emily looked down and then back up.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me, we all need our secrets that no one else knows about." She smiled, looking into his eyes. Andy smiled back.

"Hmm, probably for the best." He responded. "Anyway, I'd better get this loaded and started." He went back to loading the dishwasher.

Emily walked to the coffee machine and loaded a cartridge, she paused then looked over her shoulder, Andy was looking at her, but not at her eyes, his focus was much lower down.

"Do you want a coffee?" She asked.

Andy's eyes snapped up to her, he visibly blushed.

"Yes please." He stammered.

Emily turned back to the coffee machine, as far as she was concerned he could stare at her butt for as long as he wanted. After a few seconds she heard him start loading the dishes again, she smiled to herself.

Nothing eventful happened over the next few weeks. Emily continued loading content onto Instagram, and checking Andy's email, which he regularly updated. He was still only adding photos of her to his stash.

Emily wasn't doing anything particularly different to expose herself to Andy. She was still leaving her door ajar when she'd showered or was getting ready to go out, just in case he happened to be on the landing.

She still fantasised about catching him jerking off, but the idea hadn't evolved beyond a fantasy she used when masturbating.

The tennis club that Rebecca was a member of had quarterly weekend tournaments. Sometimes they were held at her club, but mostly at other clubs, which would require staying away for the weekend. One of the weekends away approached. Andy would usually accompany Rebecca, and they had booked a room for the upcoming weekend. They were in the kitchen on Thursday morning.

"Honey, I can't come this weekend, work is just too busy, I'm going to have to work Saturday and Sunday to avoid getting behind." Andy stated.

"That's a shame." She replied.

"Maybe Em would want to join you?" He suggested.

"I very much doubt she'd want to spend her weekend with a bunch of middle aged folk." Rebecca chuckled.

The weekend arrived. Rebecca left on Friday evening. Andy had left for work before Emily woke on Saturday morning. She went to the gym and met up with some friends. They were going to a house party that night, so arranged plans to meet, and how they planned to procure some alcohol.

Emily was getting ready for the party when Andy arrived home from work. She heard him downstairs so went down to say hi. She'd dressed casually in tight blue denim jeans, with a cream coloured sports bra styled top, which she planned to pair with a matching denim shirt, to be worn open.

Andy was walking through into the living room as she descended the stairs. He looked up at her.

"Hi." She smiled. "Good day?"

"Yeah. Busy. How's your day been?" His eyes tracked her as she trotted down the stairs, her breasts bouncing.

"Pretty good. Met up with the girls after going to the gym. You know I'm out tonight, don't you?"

"Yeah, your mum mentioned a party. You look nice. Is that the full outfit?" He replied, glancing from her eyes to her chest and back up.

"No. I'm wearing a shirt as well." She replied, smiling at him. She already knew that her nipples were visible.

"Andy, could I take some beers to the party?"

There was a pause before he replied.

"So long as you don't get drunk and call me up looking for a ride home."

"Of course not! Thank you." She grinned, stepping forwards and hugging him, pressing her chest against him.

She ran back upstairs, glancing back and seeing him looking up at her. This time he wasn't blushing.

Having gained approval from Andy for her outfit, Emily went to the house party, armed with 8 bottles of beer, to be shared with her friends.

She returned late in the evening, appearing to have drank a couple more beers than she should.

"Good party?" Andy asked as she walked into the lounge, slightly unsteadily.

"It was fun." Emily replied. She sat on an armchair across from Andy and removed her shirt.

Andy had a beer, which he drained and stood to get another.

"I'd ask you if you want one, but you look like you've had enough."

Emily jumped up and wobbled slightly.

"I'll get it." She bounced through into the kitchen, retrieved a beer from the fridge and opened it. When she walked back into the living room Andy was seated. She walked over, leant forwards and placed the beer in his hand, knowing that her cleavage was directly in his eyeline. She paused briefly to allow him to take in the view, pretending that she had lost her balance she leant further forwards, placing both her hands on the arms of the chair.

"Oops, I guess you're right, I have had too much." She giggled.

By now her chest was no more than 6 inches from his face and she was looking down at the top of her head. She pushed herself backwards with her hands, causing her breasts to squeeze together. Andy's eyes were fixed on her breasts.

Emily stood upright, pretending she hadn't noticed, turned and walked back to her chair, she deliberately dropped into the chair heavily to make her boobs bounce. Andy was still looking at her.

"Well I doubt I'm going to remember much about the party tomorrow." Emily stated.

"Why?" He replied.

"You know that I don't drink much. Whenever I have this much I hardly remember anything about the night before. I probably won't even remember getting home."

Andy didn't reply, he just continued looking across at her. Emily could see the lust in his eyes, she wondered if she'd given him an erection.

"Was Josh there tonight?" Andy enquired.

"Yeah." Came the blunt response.

"You don't sound particularly happy about it. Everything ok?"

"Yeah, he's just getting a bit... weird, I guess."

"Weird?" Andy probed.

"Well, not exactly weird. I don't know. It's normally something I'd talk to mom about."

"She's back tomorrow, if it can wait."

"It can, but I'd like a guy's opinion too."

"If you're more comfortable, we can all talk about it tomorrow." Andy suggested.

"No, it's ok. I know I can trust you." Emily responded. "He's suggested we do something, and it just seems a bit odd."

"With regards to what?" Andy asked.

"Sex." Emily stated.

"Oh, right. Maybe we would be better waiting for your mom."

"I'd just like your opinion, whether it's normal and I'm just being oversensitive."

"If it's something you're not comfortable or happy with, you're not being oversensitive. We all have different boundaries."

Emily paused.

"You know I told mom that he still masturbates."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, he wants to watch me." She stated.

"Watch you what?" Andy replied.

"Masturbate." Emily responded.

"Oh, right."

Emily looked at Andy, he was looking back at her and she was sure he'd shifted in his seat, maybe to make himself more comfortable, she thought.

"Is that normal?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. Just like we have different boundaries, we have different desires." Andy responded.

"Have you ever done it?" She probed.

There was a pause.

"Don't answer if you don't want to, it's ok, I don't mind talking to mom instead."

"No, it's fine. yes I have." He replied.

"So it's not that unusual. I am being oversensitive."

"No, you're not. If you don't want to do it, don't. If he makes something of it, he's a jerk."

"It was just a surprise. He wants to watch me whilst he jerks off, almost as if it's live porn." Emily said, looking at Andy for any visible changes. "Is that what you did?" She asked.

"Erm, yeah, I, I mean we did." Andy was clearly uncomfortable, but Emily was enjoying extracting the details from him.

"Did you enjoy it, and did the woman?" She enquired.

"Erm, yeah, it was fun. But I'm not sure we should be talking about my past sex life."

"Would you do it again?" Emily asked, giggling. She felt she was putting on the drunk act quite.

"I don't know, maybe." He replied.

Emily decided that she'd let Andy off the hook, for now.

"What time is mom home tomorrow?"

"Mid afternoon I think. It depends how the tournament goes."

"Maybe we could all go out for a walk and then have dinner somewhere." Emily suggested.

"Sure, if your mom isn't too tired."

"Well, I'm going to bed, my head is starting to spin." Emily stated.

She stood, making an exaggerated wobble and then headed slowly up the stairs, briefly glancing back to ensure Andy was watching, he was.

Once at the top of the stairs and out of sight, Emily grinned, she intended to continue the ruse that she was drunk. She went to the bathroom, closing the door a little harder than needed, and bumped around inside. She removed her jeans, so that she was dressed in her cream sports bra top and black lace g-string panties.

She exited the bathroom, rather than going straight to her room, she returned to the top of the stairs.

Descending a couple of steps, she leaned forwards so that she could see Andy.

"Night." She called down to him.

He turned in his seat and looked up, not answering immediately. Emily knew it was the surprise of seeing her, partially clothed on the stairs. His eyes widened as he glanced up and down her body.

"Night." He replied.

Emily smiled, Andy continuing to stare at her, she turned on the stairs, gripping the rails as if to get her balance, which allowed her to pause, affording Andy an extended view of her butt.

She then ascended the stairs, disappearing from his sight, but her plan wasn't over yet.

Once inside her room, leaving the door wide open, she turned on the lamp on the bedside table nearest the door, dropped her jeans on the floor, removed her top and panties, dropping them next to her jeans. She then fell heavily onto the bed, partially on her front, facing away from the door. She lay motionless and glanced at the bedside clock, which was situated on a chest of drawers on the other side of the bed from the table, it read 23:42.

Emily lay awake, motionless on her bed. She heard a faint creak, which suggested someone was climbing the stairs. Her clock read 23:59.

Emily lay in the same position, breathing slowly. She heard a louder creak, whoever was at the top of the stairs. After a few seconds a voice spoke, quietly.

"Em. Em, are you awake?" Andy asked.

Emily didn't reply or move, she continued her slow, regular breathing.

She heard light footsteps. Emily couldn't see, but she was certain Andy was inside her room. He didn't speak and there were no more footsteps. Wherever he was in her room, he had stopped and was silent. She knew that he was staring at her naked body. She was lying facing away from him, partially on her right hand side, her left leg out straight, left leg pulled up on her right hand side with the knee bent. Depending on where he was, she imagined he might be able to see a little of her vagina.

She sighed and rolled fully onto her front, straightening her left leg, legs wide apart, still facing away from the door. Still there was no sound.

After a few minutes there were a few faint footsteps, moving towards the bed. Emily, already aroused, felt her nipples stiffen even more. She let out an involuntary, faint moan. The footsteps stopped. How close was he? What was he going to do?

There was the sound of fabric moving. Was he taking his cock out? Emily felt even more blood rushing to her vagina. She was struggling to maintain her breathing rate. If he was looking at her vagina, she felt that he must have noticed the changes as her labia swelled with blood.

She heard a click and the light that was penetrating her closed eyes faded. She heard light footsteps moving away from her, then the creak of her door and the click as it latched closed. Was he in her room still? Had he closed the door on them? She waited, anticipation rising, her heart pounding as she awaited his touch.

She then heard a very faint creak, it sounded like the stairs. She opened her eyes and rolled onto her back. Having had her eyes closed for so long, the light coming under the door from the landing was enough to illuminate the room sufficiently that she could see she was alone. Andy had left!

Emily tensed up, frustrated. She slid her right hand down her body to her vagina. The touch sent a wave of pleasure through her. She slid a finger easily into her soaking pussy. How could he possibly have resisted what had been right in front of him.

Emily masturbated, not entirely quietly. If Andy was downstairs listening, she wanted him to hear something so that he wondered what she was doing.

The next morning Emily rose late. She dressed in grey jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. She went downstairs. Andy wasn't anywhere to be seen. She made herself a coffee and heard noise from the garage. She opened the door from the kitchen to the garage, Andy was working on the lawn mower.

"Morning sleepyhead. How are you feeling?" He greeted.

"Ok. A bit fuzzy. What time did I get home?"

"Just before eleven. You don't remember?"

"No. I can remember getting in the cab after we left the party. I think I fell asleep in the cab. Can't remember another thing. Did I see you when I got back?"

"Yeah. But you went straight to bed,"

"Oh." Emily replied, smiling. "Well I can't have been that bad because I folded my clothes, well my jeans anyway. Was I wearing the denim shirt I went out in?"

"Yeah. You left it in the living room."

"I was obviously too drunk to get into my pajamas though. I woke up naked." She stated, laughing.

"You were a bit wobbly, but not too bad."

Andy was looking at her smiling broadly. Emily would have bet that he'd jerked off as soon as he got downstairs last night, maybe whilst she was playing with herself.

She went back into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the breakfast bar.

What would she have done if he'd touched her last night? Would she have still pretended to be asleep?

What if he'd masturbated over her while he stood staring at her? What if he'd ejaculated on her?

Later that day Rebecca returned from her tennis tournament. They went to the lake for a walk. Rebecca and Emily walked ahead, catching up. They talked about the tournament and about the weekend, eventually Rebecca asked about Josh.

"So, how's it going? You two are seeing quite a lot of each other."

"Fine. It's not serious, and I don't think he wants it to be, any more than I do."

"Oh? He seems very keen." Rebecca commented.

"Well, yeah mom. What do you expect?" Emily replied, laughing. "I mean, he's punching way above."

Rebecca laughed out loud, she loved how confident her daughter had become.

"Nothing else to report? Life is all good?" She enquired.

"Yep, all good."

They went for dinner at one of the lakeside restaurants. Emily thought Andy seemed pretty relaxed, there was no indication that he was concerned about the previous night.

Conversation was pretty light hearted, eventually Rebecca asked about their weekend without her.

"Did you two do anything together?"

"No." Andy replied. "I was mostly working in the garage, on that lawnmower, I think we're gonna need a new one. The princess here went to a party last night."

"Oh yeah, how was it?" Rebecca looked at Emily.

"Ok. Pretty boring." Emily replied.

"A boring party? At your age! Really?"

"Well, it was fun, I was with the girls. Josh was there, but with his friends, which was cool."

"You didn't drink too much, did you?"

"No!" Emily stated emphatically.

Rebecca turned to Andy with a quizzical look on her face.

"I don't think she had too many. She seemed ok when she got home, though she did go to bed straight away. I checked after a while and I could just hear snoring coming from behind the bedroom door." Andy commented.

"You liar!" Emily exclaimed. Andy looked at her nervously, Emily allowed just enough pause, then continued "I do not snore!"

They all laughed, Andy somewhat forced. Emily was enjoying his discomfort, but she still needed to figure out how to take the next step.

Dinner passed by. They drove home. Emily went up to her bedroom.

"Did Emily mention anything about Josh?" Andy asked Rebecca.

"No. Why?"

"Oh, she just seemed a bit evasive when I asked about him yesterday. I was just wondering if there was a problem."

"I'll ask her." Rebecca stated.

"No, don't. I probably just misread things. I am a man after all." Andy half-joked.

Emily checked Andy's emails a couple of days later. There were no new emails. No photos of her lying on her bed. She was a little disappointed, but maybe he hadn't brought his phone up or didn't want to risk her waking up to find him filming her.

It was the following Thursday before Emily was alone with Andy again. Rebecca was working late. She had been to the gym and had showered before Andy returned home from work and had dressed to meet some friends for coffee. She wore a black, vertically ribbed, off the shoulder t-shirt, that incorporated a neck collar and was tied below her breastbone, revealing her midriff. It was paired with a pleated, light grey skater-skirt that had a high waist band pulled up, hiding her navel. The skirt finished less than a quarter of the way down her thighs.

When she heard him come into the house she trotted downstairs, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi. Good day at work?" She asked.

"Yeah, pretty good. How was your day, home studying?"

"Well, sort of, went to the gym as well. Have to keep up the work to keep my figure."

Andy laughed and looked her up and down.

"Well, it appears to be working." He commented.

"Thanks. I'm going out to meet the girls for coffee. Do you like my new outfit"

Emily was stood about six feet away from Andy, she looked down, encouraging Andy to do the same, and then quickly spun 180 degrees, causing the skirt to flare out momentarily, revealing more of her thighs. Emily looked over her shoulder, Andy's eyes were focused on her lower half.

"Well?" She asked, smiling over her shoulder at him. Andy tore his eyes away from her butt and legs.

"It really suits you." He replied. Slowly lowering his eyes, feasting on the view.

"Great. Well I've just got to grab something from my room."

Emily bounced up the stairs, the hem of her skirt lifting with each step. She didn't need to look to know that Andy was watching, but she quickly glanced around anyway. What did surprise her wasn't that he was looking up the stairs at her, but that he'd walked forwards a couple of steps, which must have afforded him an even better view up her skirt. She briefly caught his eye before he quickly looked away, which was a shame because he missed the involuntary smile that broke out across her face.

She went to her room and took a few photos in the mirror, which she quickly uploaded to Instagram. Her following had grown significantly since she had started posting the photos that were intended for Andy. She now had over three thousand followers, many were guys from across the world following her, many of whom would display their approval in the comments, which she found surprisingly exciting. "New outfit, what do you think?" She added to the post.

Emily met her friends at the coffee shop, they got drinks and sat at a table chatting.

When she'd walked into the shop, there was a table of three guys, a little older, sitting at a table. They all obviously checked her out as she passed them. She was now sitting facing their table, about fifteen feet away. Whilst she didn't look at them, she couldn't help notice that the two guys facing her kept glancing towards her, and the one with his back to her turned and looked in her direction a couple of times. They were clearly talking about her.

As was typical of Emily and her friends when they met up, they would chat whilst scrolling on their phones. Melissa looked at her.

"Oh my God! Have you seen the number of comments on your latest Insta post?"

Emily looked at her quizzically. Melissa turned the phone to face her, there were already over two hundred comments on a post she'd made just over an hour earlier.

They read the comments, most of which were love hearts or similar emojis. Some had taken the time to write comments, none of which were more profound than "WOW!", or "Gorgeous". Emily and her friends giggled as they looked at the comments.

"Well you are looking a-may-zing today." Jennifer commented. "maybe you should start an Onlyfans account, you'd make a fortune." She commented, laughing as she did so.

"Oh God no! Can you imagine?" Emily replied, pulling a disgusted face. She didn't mind guys on Instagram looking at her photos, and whatever they might use those photos for privately, Or guys like the ones in the shop checking her out. And she was actively encouraging Andy and found it a huge turn on that he regularly jerked off looking at her photos. But the idea of taking it further and the creeps it could attract repulsed her.

"I was just kidding. It's crazy that you have so many followers from all over though. Maybe we should start a group chat and invite some of your followers. See what they've got to say when their comments aren't open to the public?" Suggested Jennifer.

"Oh yeah! And get loads on dick pics. Yuk!" Emily laughed. But she decided to look into the possibility of doing just what Jennifer had suggested. Maybe this was a way to take the next step with Andy.

Rebecca was back from work by the time Emily returned home. She was in the back yard with Andy, doing some gardening.

"Hi mom." Emily greeted as she walked towards her.

"Hi baby, how was your day?"

"Oh, pretty boring, study, gym, just met the girls. How was your?"

"Work is work honey. I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. I'd spend all day going to the gym and meeting my friends for coffee." Rebecca teased. "I would ask if you wanted to help, but you're not exactly dressed for gardening. New outfit?"

"Yeah, do you like it?"

"It's very you. Don't you think Andy?" Rebecca asked as she looked at him.

Andy glanced up from what he was doing.

"Oh yeah, I saw it earlier, it's nice."

"Nice? Andy, I love you, but you really do need to work on your personal skills. Nice!" Rebecca joked.

Emily was still looking towards Andy, he had deliberately avoided making eye contact with her. She walked over towards him, stopping a few feet away.

"Whatcha doin'?" She asked casually.

"Just digging out some weeds." He relied, without looking up.

Emily didn't want to force things, and she was already formulating a plan to use Instagram further. She went to her room to carry out some research.

Rebecca called up an hour later to say that dinner would be ready soon. Rather than change, Emily decided to stay in her new outfit.

They made the usual chat during dinner. Andy usually loaded the dishwasher, but Emily offered.

"Thanks honey. I've got to pack my tennis kit, I've got a game straight after work tomorrow". Rebecca left the dining room and went upstairs.

Emily collected the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. She cleaned off the leftover food and started loading the dishwasher. Andy came into the kitchen and walked towards the fridge. He had still been avoiding eye contact most of the time at the dinner table. Emily didn't want to push things, but she wanted to make him feel at ease.

"What's the best way to put the knives in, blade down or up?" She asked.

"Up." Came the monosyllabic reply.

"Why is that?" She asked.

"The water jets are pretty powerful on that one. The weight of the handle keeps them in place, stops them falling out and needing to be fished out from the bottom of the machine."

"Eeew, I wouldn't want to do that." Emily commented. "I might get my hands covered in sticky stuff, let alone my clothes." She laughed.

Andy turned away from the fridge towards her, running his eyes up and down Emily's body.

"Yeah, it'd be a shame to ruin a new outfit."

He appeared to have relaxed somewhat.

Emily sat in the living room with her mom and Andy. They usually listened to music, rather than watch t. v. Classic rock, Andy's favourite, was the choice of the evening. they generally rotated who chose the music.

She was still dressed in the same outfit and was lying against the back and arm of one of the armchairs, legs draped over the other arm. Rebecca and Andy were sitting on the sofa together.

Rebecca was reading a work file, Andy was staring into space.

Emily knew her legs were in his eyeline, she kicked her feet up and down, hoping to attract his attention.

She wasn't disappointed. Andy's head didn't move, but his eyes looked towards her. He didn't appear to be aware that she could see.

Emily leaned back, pushing her chest upwards. Andy was sat to her right, so she slowly lifted her left leg, bending at the knee, causing her shirt to slide up the thigh.

She knew that all she was revealing was more of her legs, but that was all she could do with her mom in the room.

Emily wondered what he was thinking.

"Do you want a top up honey?" Andy asked, looking at Rebecca.

"Sure." She replied, holding up her wine glass without looking up from her file.

Andy stood, the shortest route to the kitchen was behind Emily, but he chose the long route, walking around the far end, past her feet. Emily pretended to be focusing on her phone, but as he walked slowly past Andy glanced to his left. His view would have been between her legs, which were about 12 inches apart at the knees. Emily smiled inwardly. He might have thought he was safe perving on her when she pretended to be asleep, but he was taking a chance doing it when she was awake and her mom was in the same room. It turned Emily on that he was willing to take that risk, just to steal a look at her panties.

That evening Rebecca, Andy and Emily went for dinner at a favourite Italian restaurant. They went about once a month. The owners were always friendly and made them feel at home. Emily was dressed in white denims and a tight, short sleeved, black shirt. She always felt lucky regarding the relationship she had with her mom and Andy.

"So, come on then, opinions." Emily stated. " This outfit, or yesterdays?"

"Yesterday's." Rebecca replied without hesitation.

"Why?"

"Because it's more the new you. You're growing up. I love that combo you've got on, but you've been wearing that sort of thing since you were sixteen. Yesterday, well, you really looked like a confident young woman." Rebecca offered.

"Andy?" Emily looked at him.

"I don't know. I'm a man, What do I know?"

Rebecca laughed.

"Are you really saying, as a man, that you can't decide between the two?" She asked, derisively.

"Can't I just eat my dinner without being grilled?" He complained. "Okay, if I have to choose, yesterday's. There, happy?" He grunted at Rebecca.

Emily and Rebecca both laughed.

Shortly after, Rebecca went to the bathroom.

"Do you really prefer the outfit I had on yesterday, or were you just agreeing with mom?" Emily asked.

Andy looked at her.

"You look great in both." He replied.

"But if you had to choose one, and couldn't see me in the other ever again?"

There was a lengthy pause, Emily looked into Andy's eyes as he glanced from her to his plate.

"Yesterday." He eventually replied.

"I thought so." Emily stated. "You seemed to like it."

Andy looked into Emily's eyes without speaking.

"I have an Instagram account, and that outfit has had the most likes and comments, so it must have been nice." She stated.

Andy didn't respond.

"You follow me on Instagram don't you?" She asked.

Without waiting for a reply, she continued.

"You mustn't use your account, because you never comment on my posts, But I'm sure it said you're one of my followers."

"I don't know. Don't even remember creating an account." He replied.

"Maybe you've been cloned." Emily laughed.

"So, you've chosen yesterday's over this outfit. What about yesterday's versus the outfit I wore this afternoon?" Emily probed.

"I don't know, you looked fab in both." He replied.

"But if you had to pick one?"

After a lengthy pause, Andy responded, "This afternoon's."

"I'll have to post one of the pics I took whilst I was wearing it to Instagram. Maybe I'll have a new follower's favourite." Emily stated. She already knew that Andy would check, but she wanted him to know that's what she wanted.

Rebecca returned.

"What are you laughing at?" She asked, looking at Emily.

"Nothing."

"Yeah, right! Was she making fun of you again?" Rebecca asked, looking at Andy.

"You both do it, don't blame her." He said, pointing at Emily whilst forcing a laugh.

They returned home after dinner. Rebecca went to bed, having an early start at work.

Andy had drank a few beers at the restaurant and was standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine. Emily decided to probe his defences.

"You said earlier that you'd choose yesterday's outfit. Why?"

"What?"

"Earlier, at the restaurant, when I asked which outfit you preferred, you said yesterdays."

They looked at each other.

"So, I was wondering why?"

"I don't know, it just suits you, like your mom said."

"So you don't like it?" Emily asked.

Andy paused, considering his reply, before answering.

"I didn't say that. You looked great in it."

"Great? Really? Great??" Emily grinned at him.

"Yep, great. It really suits you. Most girls couldn't pull that off."

Emily stared at Andy, smiling coyly, thinking about what he'd pulled off thinking about her.

"What?" Andy asked. "What?" He smiled back at her.

"Nothing. It's just nice that you thought I looked good."

"Great. I'm pretty sure I said great." Andy responded.

"Yeah." Emily smiled. She looked down at the floor and back up at him. "So what do you think of this outfit?"

Andy slowly looked her up and down, meeting her eyes. "You look great in that too."

Emily took one step forwards, closing the distance between them to 4 feet, maintaining eye contact.

"But you prefer seeing me in a little skirt than tight denims, right?"

"Yeah." Andy replied bluntly. His mouth felt dry.

"Why?" She probed.

"Because you've got great legs."

Emily turned on the spot. "So my legs don't look as good in these?"

Andy looked down, his eyes stopping at her butt. Emily couldn't help herself, she gave her but a little wiggle.

"Maybe my butt looks better in these, huh?" She grinned, looking over her shoulder. She wiggled again.

Andy looked up into her eyes, as soon as they made eye contact Emily stepped backwards a step, she was now just 3 feet away from him.

Emily turned until she was facing Andy.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you, again." She smiled. "But I do like that you think I look good, it makes me feel good."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go to bed. See you in the morning." She smiled as she turned and walked. She glanced over her shoulder, Andy was looking at her butt again, so she paused and gave it a little wiggle, laughing as she did so. Andy looked up and smiled.

Once she got to her room Emily stripped quickly, lay on her bed and started rubbing her pussy. The engagement with Andy had made her so wet. She was still masturbating when she heard Andy climbing the stairs. She deliberately started to breathe a little louder and faster. The light spilling beneath the gap at the bottom of her dimmed as he passed her door, it didn't brighten immediately. She knew he'd heard her and was outside her door listening.

"Ohhhh," she moaned quietly. "Ohh yesss."

She thrust two fingers into her pussy, breathing more heavily. Her eyes fixed on the bottom of her door, the amount of light coming through didn't change. She imagined that he'd taken his cock out and was jerking off outside her room. The thought tipped her over the edge, she came, controlling the noises she made.

"mmmmm... ohhhh." She moaned in a low voice.

She lay on her bed, watching the door. About 30 seconds passed before the light increased. Maybe he had been jerking off and was finishing up.

Emily decided to act completely normally with Andy over the next few days. His behaviour hadn't changed, which put her at ease as it meant she could attempt to implement the next state of her plan.

She had to wait a few weeks because it needed to coincide with Rebecca staying away, alone, on a weekend. It finally happened, due to another ladies tennis team competition. Rebecca left early Saturday morning, leaving Emily alone. Andy was at the gym. Emily dressed and went out. She sent Andy a text at lunchtime saying that she was going out that night to a party.

She got home mid afternoon, Andy was in the garage. She popped her head around the door to say hi, then went up to her room.

She put on some music and started to get ready. Emily liked to take her time when she had the chance.

A couple of hours later she came downstairs, Andy was still in the garage working on a project.

"Andy, I'm going to make something quick to eat, a sandwich, do you want anything?"

Andy turned towards her. Emily was dressed in a light blue Summer dress. The top was halter necked, tight fitting with a medium to low cut, the skirt was layered chiffon that finished at the mid thigh.

Andy's eyes quickly glanced down and then back up.

"No, I'm fine, I'll probably order pizza later." He responded. "Where are you going?"

"A party at Jen's. It's her dad's 50th birthday."

"How are you getting there?"

"Josh is picking me up."

"Cool. Well, say bye before you go."

Emily left for the party an hour later. She only had a couple of drinks. It was useful having Josh on her arm, because a couple of Jennifer's dad's friends were giving her very predatory looks through the evening. She wouldn't have minded flirting with one of them, but it wasn't the right time or place.

Josh dropped her home just after 11.00pm.

Andy was still up, listening to music. Emily walked into the living room. She had paired the dress with three inch, strappy mules, which made her just a couple of inches shorter than Andy in bare feet.

Emily leaned against the doorframe, appearing slightly unsteady.

"Hi." She said, a little louder than usual.

"Hi." Andy replied. "Good night?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

Emily walked into the living room, wobbling slightly.

"Oops." She giggled. " I'm a little drunk."

Andy smiled. She sat down across from him, he had a beer on the coffee table.

"Can I have a beer please? l" Emily asked.

"Are you sure? You look like you've had a few drinks already. You don't want a hangover in the morning."

"Just one, please." She smiled.

Andy got up and walked to the kitchen, Emily followed. He retrieved a beer from the fridge, opened it and turned, handing it to Emily.

"Thank you." She giggled.

Emily turned so that her back was to Andy, raised the bottle and took a swig. She instantly stepped backwards, appearing to lose her balance. She backed into Andy, pushing him against the fridge, she felt his arms wrap around her, his hands gripping her across her lower stomach.

"Whoa! Are you ok." Andy exclaimed.

"Sorry." She replied. " I'm so sorry, these shoes." She continued, motioning towards her feet with the beer bottle, spilling a little in the process.

Emily righted herself, her bodyweight moving forwards a little so that she wasn't pressing against Andy anymore. His hands had moved outward, but he was still holding her firmly. His hands were now just above her hips. She felt him press up against her from behind.

" Come on, let's get you sat down." He said. Walking her towards the living room, still holding her around the waist. When they reached her seat he turned her by twisting her by the hips. Emily felt his right hand slide down so that it was holding her right butt cheek. He then slid his right hand up her back, supporting her as he held her arm with his left hand. He lowered her down into the seat.

"Do you want me to take those shoes off? We can't have you falling over." He asked.

"Yes please."

Andy crouched down, looking downwards as he united her left shoe. He slowly looked up into her eyes.

"How many drinks did you have?"

"Not many, I just didn't eat much."

He finished undoing the straps of the first shoe.

"Right, pick your foot up for me." He instructed.

As Emily lifted her foot, her knee raised up and her dress slid up her thigh. Andy had looked down at her foot, but she saw his eyes glance up between her thighs. Due to the heel strap he had to wiggle the shoe free. As he did so he twisted her left knee out to the side, the shoe came free. Emily dropped her foot straight to the floor, without returning her leg to the middle. She looked down at Andy, who was now crouched down between her legs.

Emily lifted her right foot and wiggled it.

"This one now please." She smiled at him.

When she looked down, two thirds of her thighs were visible from her perspective. She knew that, if he hadn't been able to see her cream coloured lace panties before, he definitely could now. She kept her foot in the air as Andy untied it. His head suggested he was looking straight down, but the regular slight movement indicated to Emily that he was taking in the view, and he was taking much longer to untie the straps on this foot.

"Are you having trouble getting it undone? Maybe if I lift my foot up it'll be easier."

Emily lifted her knee so that it was now level with Andy's face, affording him a full view between her legs.

She hadn't shaved for a couple of weeks, and knew that her naturally darker blonde pubic hair was visible through the panties she was wearing.

Andy finally untied the straps and wiggled the shoe free. The wiggling caused the dress, which was already three quarters of the way up her right thigh, to ruck up a little higher.

"Thank you kind sir." She smiled. Looking down at Andy.

Andy was still crouched holding her shoe in front of himself between her knees. He looked up slowly into her eyes, then back down to the shoe.

"These are a real pain to get off, are they as difficult to get on?" He asked. His eyes were looking towards the shoe, but Emily knew where his focus was. He was taking as much time as he could to stare at her panty clad pussy.

She lowered her right foot, rather than placing her foot on the floor, she planted it on top of his left thigh, she had only lowered her foot a couple of inches meaning Andy's view was almost completely unaffected. She pretended not to notice, and relaxed into the chair, closing her eyes as if she were drifting off to sleep.

Emily opened her left eye slightly, Andy hadn't moved from his position, but had lowered the shoe he was holding, his gaze however hadn't changed. Unaware that Emily was fully awake, he was absorbing the unobscured view.

'There's no way he hasn't got an erection.' Emily thought.

Eventually she opened her eyes.

"Ooh, I think I dozed off." She looked down at Andy, who was looking into her eyes. "How long was I asleep?"

"Only a few seconds." He replied.

Emily slid her foot down his thigh onto the floor, but didn't adjust her dress. Andy stood up.

"I think you should go to bed." He suggested.

"I haven't finished my beer." Emily protested.

"Ok, have that and then we'll get you up to bed."

"We'll?" She enquired.

"If you fall down the stairs and hurt yourself, your mom will kill me. I'm taking no chances." He laughed, taking his seat across from her.

Emily knew that the position of her dress, which was now virtually at the top of her thighs, along with where he was sat, Andy still had a good view between her legs. She stared up to the ceiling and started humming along to the music to enable him to take in the view. She wondered if her engorged clitoris was visible through her panties.

Emily finished her beer slowly. They didn't speak and she didn't look in his direction, but could tell through her peripheral vision that Andy's gaze never shifted from her direction.

"Ok, time for bed." He stated when she drained the last of her drink.

"Alright DAD." Emily giggled.

"Go on. I'll follow you up to make sure you don't fall backwards."

Emily climbed the stairs slowly, despite ostensibly following her to catch her if she fell, Andy was several steps behind her. She imagined this would mean that every time she stepped a foot up onto the next step, her butt would become visible, briefly. Her panties were g-string, so he would be looking at her butt cheeks, just like he did in the photo that he had saved.

At the top of the stairs Emily walked towards her bedroom, turning in the doorway.

"I presume you're ok to undress yourself?" Andy commented.

"I think so, you've helped me undress enough for tonight." Emily giggled. She glanced down and could clearly see the bulge in his shorts.

"Ok. Well I'm heading back downstairs, I'll check on you in a bit." Andy stated. He turned and disappeared downstairs.

Emily went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and removed her make-up. She returned to her bedroom, but left the door open. Andy had stated he'd check on her, so there seemed no reason to close it. She removed her dress, she was wearing a strapless bra that matched her panties. She unhooked it and dropped it to the floor.

'Has he had enough of a show tonight?' She pondered.

Emily crossed her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her bedside unit, there sat the spycam. She picked it up and turned it on, the battery indicator on the bottom was green. She looked around, directly opposite the door was her bedroom window, the window ledge which was littered with small stuffed toys and picture frames. She placed the spycam on the ledge, between two small bears.

Emily turned on her bedside lamp, and turned off the main light. She then lay on top of her bed, she had her legs wide apart, still wearing her panties. She turned her head away from the door and waited.

She guessed that about ten minutes had passed when she heard Andy ascending the stairs. She started to breathe slowly and deeply, imitating deep sleep. With her head turned away from the door, she was able to keep her right eye open. The light spilling in from the landing faded, Andy was standing in her doorway. There was no sound, other than her own breathing. She knew he was taking in the view of her lying, on her back, clothed only in the lace panties that he's been staring at, from just a few inches away, a little earlier.

A single, quiet, grunting sound came from the direction of the door. Was he playing with himself? She hoped so. She imagined that he wouldn't risk taking his cock out, maybe he was rubbing himself through his shorts.

A couple of minutes passed, with the occasional, almost silent grunt. Emily was very aroused, her nipples were erect, and with the bedside light illuminating her bed, she expected that Andy could see them.

The grunting, whilst still quiet, became more and more frequent. Eventually it stopped, but Emily could hear Andy breathing heavily. Was he cumming? the thought sent rushes through her pussy, she knew how wet she was and wondered if it was visible through her panties.

She heard movement and a click as her light was turned off. Then the illumination from the landing light dissipated as Andy closed her bedroom door, though she didn't hear the click of the latch.

She heard Andy walking downstairs and quickly removed her panties. She found her clitoris and started rubbing frantically, squeezing one erect nipple, then the other. She was so aroused that it was only a matter of moments before her orgasm rose. She came, muffling her squeals in her pillow. She pulled the bedsheet back and lay down, but pulled the sheet up to her knees. If Andy was going to look in on her again, she didn't want him to be disappointed. She fell asleep shortly after, so wasn't faking sleep when Andy opened her bedroom door as he was going to bed. The landing light illuminated her room sufficiently so that Andy could see Emily, lying on her back, sound asleep with her sheets around her lower legs.

The next morning, after showering, Emily went downstairs. Andy was nowhere to be seen, she guessed he had gone to the gym. She made herself a coffee and went upstairs to check her spycam.

She hooked it up to her phone and started to watch last night's footage. The initial footage was her getting onto the bed, still wearing her panties. It moved quickly onto footage of Andy appearing in the doorway of her bedroom. Because of the bedside lamp, the image was illuminated sufficiently that she could see him staring at her. His left arm moved and his hand appeared to be stroking over the fabric to the left of the centre at the front of his shorts. She was certain that he was stroking his cock. He removed his hand, and moments later slid it down the front of his shorts. She couldn't tell if he had unbuttoned them, but she could clearly see his arm moving up and down. He was jerking off, in her bedroom, whilst he thought she was sleeping. Because she didn't know how long Andy would be out, she decided to store the spycam in her drawer and return to it later.

She went into the office, opened Andy's laptop and she signed in, going to Andy's email and into his porn stash folder. There were a couple of recent emails, but the one that instantly caught her attention was the one dated today. She opened it, not knowing what to expect, and was instantly stunned and aroused. There were numerous photos of her asleep, naked on her bed, including close-ups of her breasts and pussy. Andy had entered her room after she had fallen asleep last night and taken at least twenty photos of her. She had been surprised by his hands-on behaviour, but this was completely unexpected. Not only had he taken the risk of jerking off in her room last night, but had entered it again and had stayed for what must have been at least a couple of minutes, silently watching and photographing her. She wondered what else had done. Had he masturbated again? If he did, maybe he actually took his cock out. Had he gotten closer to her, or had he used the camera zoom to take the close-ups. She immediately thought of the spycam, it must have captured footage.

She heard noise downstairs, so quickly closed down the laptop and exited the office.

When she got downstairs she found Andy in the kitchen. She hadn't dressed fully and was wearing just pajama shorts and a sports bra styled top. As he turned towards her his eyes momentarily dropped to her cheat and then back up to her eyes.

"Morning sleepy head." Andy greeted her. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. Sorry about last night. I really didn't drink that much."

"Don't worry about it. I won't tell your mom."

Emily imagined that Rebecca would be the last person on Earth that he'd tell about last night.

"Did you close my bedroom door last night?" She asked, knowingly.

"Yeah, I checked in on you a little while after you went to bed. You left your light on as well."

He hadn't attempted to hide the fact that he had seen her lying topless on her bed, so Emily decided to probe a little further.

"I'm sorry, it must have been a bit embarrassing, especially after having to help me get my shoes off and help me up the stairs."

"It's fine. And if you're worried, it was obvious you hadn't made it into bed when I came up the stairs, so I made sure I looked down so that I didn't see anything that I shouldn't."

"Thanks Andy, you really are the best stepdad." Emily beamed. She loved the fact that she knew exactly what he had done, and that he was clearly completely unaware.

"What time's mom due home?" She enquired.

"About four I think."

Later that day, in her room, Emily hooked her phone up to the spycam. She scrolled through to when she stripped off and masturbated. She couldn't make out much, because her room was dark and the spycam wasn't an expensive one with a built-in night camera. After she had finished the image changed, light was beginning to spill into the room and her door was opening slowly. Due to the backlighting from the landing light, it was impossible to see the face of the person in her doorway, but Emily knew it was Andy. The light illuminated her, lying naked on her bed.

Andy disappeared from view onto the landing, returning a few seconds later. He moved slowly into her room. He raised his arm, Emily could make out that he was holding something, she had no doubt it was his phone. He stood in place, moving his other hand up to the screen. She assumed he was zooming in. He then moved slowly to the end of her bed with the phone still held up in front of him, continuing to raise the other hand up to the screen.

Nothing else happened and he was in her room for less than two minutes.

Emily lay on her bed thinking. She had to see him jerking off, but how? Catching him at his laptop would be virtually impossible. The only way she imagined it would be possible was to set him up like last night, but how would she see him? She looked around her room, her full length mirror. Maybe she could move it so that she could see his reflection if she was lying facing away from him.

Luckily for Emily, the weather had become very warm, and whilst she had a fan in her room, there was no air-con. She decided to start leaving her door slightly open when she slept, with her windows open this allowed a cooling breeze to blow through. It also meant that anyone passing by whilst she slept could see her.

Three weeks passed before Emily spotted an opportunity. Rebecca was working away overnight on a Wednesday, so Andy and Emily would be alone.

She had already moved her full length mirror, positioning it in front of the windows so that, lying on her side, she could see the doorway. It wasn't ideal, but it was the best she could think of.

Andy and Emily had pizza for dinner and sat watching a forgettable movie. Around 10pm Emily yawned.

"I'm so tired, I'm off to bed. I bet I'll sleep like a log tonight." She stated. "Night".

"Night." Andy responded.

Emily glanced across at him as she ascended the stairs. She hoped he wouldn't be able to resist.

She was dressed in a matching, light blue loose crop top and shorts pajama set. She had already removed her bra earlier that evening and had caught Andy looking at her breasts a couple of times. She removed her shorts, underneath she was wearing a white cotton g-string.

After brushing her teeth she went to her bedroom, leaving the door about eighteen inches open, switched off her bedroom light and lay on top of her sheets facing the windows.

She'd left her curtains open, which allowed some light from the full moon to illuminate her room a little.

Emily lay on her side, motionless, for what seemed like an eternity. If he was listening, she wanted Andy to think she had fallen asleep already.

Eventually she heard slow footsteps on the stairs. The light from the landing dimmed, she knew he had stopped by her door. Time passed, all she could hear was her own heart beating. The light from the landing started to increase, was he moving away? Then she heard a creak, it came from her door, the hinges of which needed oiling. There was a pause, then the light increased a little more. In the reflection of the mirror Emily could see her bedroom door opening, with a silhouette in the gap. She imagined that there was sufficient light in her room for Andy to be able to make out her panty and crop top clad body lying on her bed.

The door didn't open further, but Emily could make out movement from the upper body of the silhouetted figure. Was he stroking himself through his shorts, as he had done previously? She couldn't make out any details, due to the insufficient light coming through the windows and the backlighting from the landing. Emily was getting frustrated, she wanted to see what he was doing. Suddenly both Andy's hands were moved in front of his lower abdomen, Emily could see movement and then heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone. There was insufficient light to see any detail, but she was certain from his movements that he was pulling his cock out. Moments later she witnessed the back and forth movement of his right arm. Andy had taken out his erect cock and was masturbating in her bedroom, she could barely contain her excitement.

Emily decided that it was now or never, in one movement she rolled onto her back and sat up. For an instant she caught sight of Andy's erection, before he darted out onto the landing in panic.

"Andy! Stop!" She called after him, but he was still moving away.

She jumped up and chased after him, he was just starting to descend the stairs.

"Andy, wait!"

He stopped, but didn't turn to face her.

"It's ok." Emily assured him. "I don't mind."

He looked over his shoulder, silently. He looked guilt-ridden and ashamed.

"It's fine, honestly."

There was still no response, but his eyes glanced down at her body, still dressed in the pajama top and panties. Emily decided that she needed to act to break the impasse. She grabbed the hem of the top with both hands and lifted it over her head, finally she removed it so that she stood before Andy in just her white g-string panties. Still there was no response.

"Don't you like my boobs?" She asked. Andy was staring at her chest, he looked up and nodded silently.

"Well you could at least turn to look at them." She demanded.

Andy turned to face her, she looked down. His shorts were buttoned up, hiding his erection, but it was clearly visible, bulging towards her. Still he said nothing. She decided to try and salvage the situation. Emily reached her hands to the sides of her hips, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her thighs. She had shaved the day before. As she pulled the fabric down she exposed her bald pussy to Andy, his eyes widened.

Emily allowed her panties to drop to the floor, then stepped out of them.

She relished the look of desire in his eyes.

"Well?" She asked, looking down at his bulging shorts. "I've shown you mine."

Andy looked at her, uncertainty in his eyes.

"Come on! Don't be shy." Emily giggled.

Andy unbuttoned his shorts and slid down the zipper. He reached into his boxers and pulled out his stiff cock.

"Ooooh." Emily grinned. "That's a nice one."

"So, shall we go back to my room so that you can finish what you started?" She turned on the spot, stepped her feet apart and bent forwards at the waist to pick up her panties. Remaining bent over she looked back at Andy. Because she was at the top of the stairs and he was five steps down, his eyes were virtually level with her butt, affording him a view of her swollen pussy lips. His eyes were locked in place.

"Come on." Emily beckoned as she stood up and walked towards her bedroom.

By the time Andy had made it to her bedroom doorway, Emily had turned on her main bedroom light and was lying on her back on her bed, legs apart. Andy stopped at the doorway.

"Well, you can do it there if you want, but you can come in and take a closer look if you want."

Andy walked a few paces towards the bed and stopped again.

"Weren't you doing something just before I woke up?" Emily teased.

"Erm, yeah." He replied. It was the first words he had spoken.

"Well go on then, carry on. It's why I stripped for you and invited you into my room."

Andy wrapped his fingers around his shaft and started to stroke himself. Emily started as the head appeared, then disappeared continually.

"Ooh that's it. That's what I wanted to see." She commented.

"Do you want me to play with myself while you're jerking off?" She asked.

"Yeah."

Emily ran her right hand down her body to her clitoris and started to circle her index and middle fingers on it, never taking her eyes off Andy's cock.

"Have you got anything to catch your cum?" Emily asked.

"No."

"You can use these." Emily replies as she picked up her panties and tossed them to Andy.

"Put a finger in your pussy... please." Andy begged.

Emily slowly pushed her middle finger between her swollen lips. Andy groaned as her finger disappeared inside.

"I'm gonna cum." He stated. He immediately wrapped Emily's panties around the head of his cock.

"Fuck, ohhh fuck." He groaned as he came, his eyes narrowing but still focused on Emily's pussy. She was now thrusting her finger in and out rapidly.

"Oh Andy, that was so hot. You're going to make me cum too."

"Oh yessss, oh Andy that feels sooo good." Emily squealed as her orgasm hit her.

As her orgasm subsided, Emily looked at Andy.

"Did you enjoy that?" She grinned.

"Oh yeah." He responded, enthusiastically.

"So you'd want to do it again some time?" She probed.

"Definitely."

"Ok. Well I need to go to sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow." Emily stated.

"Ok." Andy replied, as he started retreating towards the door.

"Erm, aren't you forgetting something?" She asked.

Andy stopped, looking confused.

"Those." Emily commented gesturing towards her panties that Andy was still holding.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Where shall I put them?"

"I'll take them." She replied, standing up and walking over to him. His semi-erect penis was still hanging out of his shorts, she was tempted to touch it, but knew she couldn't. She took the panties and walked back to her bed.

"See you tomorrow." She said as she sat on the bed.

Andy left, closing the door behind him. Emily examined her panties, wet with Andy's fresh load of cum. She touched it, feeling it stick to her fingers. She put the panties in her washing basket and went to sleep.

The following morning, despite having a home study day, Emily was awake early and had made a pot of coffee before Andy came downstairs as he was getting ready for work.

"Morning." She smiled.

"Hi." He replied.

He was clearly uncertain after what had happened the previous night, so Emily decided to take control.

"Last night was fun." She stated. "Do you definitely want to do it again?"

"Erm yeah it was, and yes I would, if you want to." He replied.

"Oh definitely!" She exclaimed. "But I think we should lay down some ground rules."

"Ok." He responded.

She'd already been thinking about the best way to address how last night had happened.

"Look, I know that you've been saving photos of me, and taking photos. I was being nosey when I was using your laptop and found the folder in your email account."

Andy looked at her, confused and dumbfounded. He didn't respond.

"It's ok. I find it really flattering and quite a turn on." She continued. "To be honest, I set up a couple of the instances that gave you the opportunity to take photos of me. I wanted you to see me undressed."

Emily had decided to leave out the details about the spycam, that was her little secret.

"I wasn't asleep last night, I knew you were there before I turned over."

She could tell Andy was struggling to process what he was learning.

"As I've said, I like it and I want it to continue."

"Ok." Was all Andy could muster in response.

"So, regarding ground rules. This can only happen if we both want it, and only continues as long as we're both happy with it. No touching, you can masturbate whilst you look at me, but no contact." Emily was smiling as she spoke, but knew how she wanted this to continue, and had decided that she was making the rules and that they were non-negotiable.

"You can take photos if you want, I'd like you to. And you can come into my room whilst I'm sleeping if you want, just don't wake me."

"Erm, that all sounds great." He responded enthusiastically.

"You can use my panties like you did last night if you want, otherwise you'll have to catch your cum in a tissue or something." She continued. "I might have some other rules, we'll see how it goes. Any questions?"

"How do I let you know that I want to do it?" Andy asked.

"Just tell me. If mom's around at the time we can arrange to do it later."

"Ok. well in that case, I'd like to do it again asap." He responded.

Emily giggled. "Well I'm home studying today. Mom won't be home until early evening. You could always finish work early."

Andy did just as Emily had suggested. Returning home in the afternoon to masturbate as he watched his teenage stepdaughter play with herself.

So continued a relationship that only ended when Emily left home a couple of years later. Whilst Andy stuck to the rules diligently, Emily occasionally encouraged him to stand over her as he was cumming, instructing him to ejaculate on her breasts and stomach.

On one single instance she broke the no touching rule. Having instructed him to ejaculate on her, just as he started to cum she sat up, the first squirt hit her in the face so she quickly wrapped her lips around the end of his pulsing cock, taking the rest of his salty load in her mouth. She didn't swallow, opting to allow Andy's cum to dribble out of her mouth, run down her chin and drip onto her breasts. The photos Andy took of that particular image were to become his favourites that he savoured for many years.