Innocent Emma

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My degree in electronic engineering and my interest in making feature films led me to the idea of rigging up my home with surveillance equipment and filming the baby sitter. Or maybe I should say the dog sitter. I actually didn’t have a baby, nor a dog, for that matter. But what I did have was a calculating, and some might say, devious mind. I’d obtained my university degree and then been taken on as a graduate with a major player in the electronics industry. They were paying me a generous salary, and I’d taken what I hoped was the wise choice of getting on to the property ladder. I was twenty three years old. My home was an apartment on the top floor of newly refurbished building. It had two spacious bedrooms, two bathrooms and a generous kitchen leading off the lounge. There were two balconies with views over the city to the west and communal gardens to the south. My family home was only a couple of streets away; a substantial detached four bedroom house that my parents had bought some twenty five years ago and which was now occupied by my two younger sisters as well as mum and dad. I first got the idea of installing recording equipment when I was decorating the place shortly after moving in. My mother had bought me an antique mirror framed in ornate Victorian oak, which would look great hanging from the wall just above the TV. I realised that with the walls being so thick and sturdy, it wouldn’t take much to create a hollowed – out space directly behind the mirror. I could then install the smallest of digital cameras, which could be voice and motion activated, along with some strategically placed microphones in the room itself. I soon got to work on my plan and within a couple of weeks I was all set up. The biggest headache of the whole project was finding someone who could replace the original Ataşehir Escort glass in the mirror with the two way variety. But I persevered and in the end found a small company a few miles away who completed the job for a reasonable fee. The other side of the mirror wall was where my bedroom was located, so I fashioned a skilfully camouflaged cupboard that blended in perfectly with the rest of the room’s decoration. I now had easy access to the camera inside the cupboard, and was confident that it would be impossible for my handy work to be detected by even the most determined of searches. Now I needed something to bait the trap. And I’d thought of this part of the plan several months earlier. I didn’t have a baby, but what if I had a dog. . .? So I bought a cute looking mongrel. from the rescue centre, making sure that it was properly house trained, and immediately put the rest of my plans into operation. Firstly, I needed a gorgeous young girl. No problem there. My two sisters had loads of friends, and if they were anything like Liz and Katie, they were always in need of pocket money. I walked Fido a couple of times a day and made a point of calling in with him at the family home whenever I thought that Liz and Katie might be around. The girls always made a big fuss of him and it wasn’t long before they both insisted that they themselves took him over the park where they would allow him to run freely. One day when sitting in the kitchen and sharing coffee with mother, I casually mentioned that I was going out on Saturday night, but was concerned about leaving Fido alone in the apartment. After all, he was still a puppy and might start barking and generally misbehaving if left to his own devices. I happened to know that mum and dad and the kids were all going out Ataşehir Escort Bayan themselves on this particular Saturday night, and mum told me as much as I sat there pondering my problem. “I know,” said Liz, “Why don’t you ask someone round to sit with him while you’re out. You know, like a baby sitter, only this would be a dog sitter.” “What a good idea, Liz,” said my mother. “Who can you ask though?” Both Liz and Katie began rattling off the names of all their friends, who they thought would jump at the chance of looking after Fido. My own excitement began to build as I could see my plan working out far better and more quickly than I dared imagine. I sat at the table drinking coffee and generally acting as though I was still not convinced about my sister’s suggestion. I allowed mum and the girls to insist that the idea was too good to ignore and I had to cross my legs to hide my ever hardening cock, and when Liz said that her friend Emma would be an ideal choice, I almost shot my load on the spot. You see, Emma was a stunning looking blonde who had already been the subject of plenty of my bedtime fantasies. She was slightly taller than Liz and certainly looked older than her sixteen years. I had seen Emma when she had been dressed for a girls night out, and had wished that I was a few years younger. She looked good no matter what clothes she was wearing, and then my mind went into overdrive as I pondered the chances of somehow getting her to come round in her school uniform. Short grey skirt, white blouse and grey blazer with matching tie, and of course the short white socks. I wondered if Emma was sexually active, and if so would she bring her boyfriend round to dog sit or come alone? Assuming that she would agree to dog sit for me in the first place Escort Ataşehir of course. Liz suggested phoning Emma immediately and before I could object (as if) it was more or less settled. Emma would be at my place at seven pm on the dot this coming Saturday. I should point out that I wasn’t too concerned one way or the other if Emma came alone or brought a boyfriend along. The thrill for me was being able to watch somebody who was completely ignorant of my intrusion into her life. I was determined to savour every last second of whatever it was that transpired on Saturday, and I simply could not wait for the moment when I would be able to settle down on my sofa and watch (in high definition) all that took place just a few hours earlier. I arranged the furniture in such a way as to guarantee that Emma would sit on the sofa to watch the television during her visit. And of course, the sofa was located directly in line of sight of the mirror and the hidden camera. I had obviously double checked the best possible vantage point and was satisfied that I had covered all the angles. Meanwhile, Fido had been trained to treat the south balcony as his own and I had been more than happy to build him a top of the range kennel which protected him from any nasty weather that might arrive. It meant that although he wasn’t allowed in the apartment, he actually had no enthusiasm to venture inside anyway. . A mutually agreeable arrangement for us both. At last, Saturday evening arrived and the buzzer downstairs sounded right on time and Emma cheerfully announced her arrival through the intercom system. I buzzed her in and a minute later, there she was standing in front of me, a little breathless and a little flushed from using the stairs rather than the lift. She was dressed casually in a yellow sweater and faded jeans. Her hair was hanging loose and was still damp from when she had washed it, presumably about thirty minutes ago. She was fresh and innocent and sexy in an understated way. I gave her a tour of the apartment and I got the impression that she was impressed with just about everything she saw as we wandered round.

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