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I bought a video camera.
I'd been tempted to for a long time, and yesterday during my lunchbreak I
drove to Circuit City to check out the latest crop of camcorders. The unit
I had in mind was a camera I'd seen a commercial for: a Panasonic with
something called "Electronic Image Stabilization", which keeps the picture
steady even if the camera isn't held perfectly still. And sure enough,
that's the one I walked out the door with.
It was a long afternoon, sitting at my computer trying to get some work
done, all the while thinking of fun things to do with my new toy, which
was still in its box on the back seat of my car. But then my workdays can
seem awfully long anyway, because when I'm at work, I'm not with Teresa
(although she does sometimes make surprise lunchtime or evening visits).
The hands on the clock slowly crept around as I struggled to figure out
why my Huffman compression routines ran 50% slower than those in a com-
petitor's product. My eyes were ready to glaze over as I stared at my
code, trying to find the inefficiencies which had to be there, and then I
glanced up at the clock, and it was 5:50.
Yay!
The traffic crawled slowly north on the 55, and it seemed to become slower
in proportion to the remaining distance to my home. It was 6:30 when I
pulled into my driveway and parked my Stanza next to Lucy's new 240SX. I
lugged the big box from my back seat to the front porch and set it down
there, went back to my car and shut the door, returned to the front door,
opened it, and hauled the box inside.
My wife emerged from the hallway as I closed the door behind me with my
foot. She looked at the big box on the floor and her eyes widened. "Oh
Robert, you bought me a diamond!" She grinned as she put her arms around
me. We hugged and kissed.
There's no place like home.
"Really, what did you get?" she asked after our lips disengaged. I reached
down and spun the box around so the other end was visible. It showed a
picture of the camera, along with a list of features in Eng- lish and
French.
"I've been telling you that I was gonna get one some day, and today I
finally broke down and did it. You realize now that we can't afford to buy
any food for the next two months."
"Well that's o.k. We have a whole loaf of bread, and we can split one
slice between us every day."
"And I know what I can eat every night... ROWWWF!" I pressed my face into
her chest and shook it fiercely. She cried "eeeee!" and giggled, and I
squeezed her tightly and planted my lips on hers.
Some minutes later I was slicing through the top of the box with a Ginsu
knife. I yanked the two flaps open, and Lucy held down the box as I slid
out its styrofoam-encased contents.
Pretty soon the camera and its various accessories were spread out all
over the coffee table in the living room. The battery pack was plugged
into its charger, which I set to "fast charge". It would take two hours to
fully charge, so I tore myself away from the new toy, and joined Lucy in
the kitchen. I made the lasagna while Lucy baked home- made Italian bread.
If it's Italian, we love it! (With the exception of tripe -- yuck.)
Later that evening we were back in the living room. I made my usual
attempt to get everything working without once consulting the manual, and
failing that, we curled up on the couch and flipped through the manual
together. Then I picked up the camera and slid in the charged- up (and
still warm) battery, and then I popped my last blank tape into it. I
turned the power on, rested the camera on my shoulder, and peered into the
viewfinder. The room was displayed in black-and-white, with various
indicator lights underneath it. I pressed the "record" switch with my
thumb, and then got up and starting walking around the room, recording
anything and everything. Taco appeared in my field of view, and I thumbed
the zoom switch as I approached his perch. He eyed this oncoming
monstrosity with good old-fashioned parrot panic, lept from the perch to
his cage, and dove behind it. Lucy giggled. I swung around and trained the
lens on her.
She sat up straight, tossed her hair over the back of the sofa, and looked
at me seductively. I slowly walked toward her until she filled the image,
then dropped to one knee. Ooooh she looked scrumptious, even in B&W!
Lucy arched her back a little, pushing her breasts up underneath her
shirt. My cock began to stiffen. She sat there and licked her lips, then
blew kisses at the camera. Her body began to undulate just a little bit,
and one hand began to rub her stomach. I recorded this as my horniness
grew. Then she got up on her knees, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and
pulled it up over her head.
Ooooh WOW I always love the sight of that! Her yummy stomach was ex- posed
first, then those luscious breasts were lifted up slightly by the shirt,
and then they flopped free and bounced and jiggled intoxicating- ly, and I
wanted to go over and squeeze them and feel them, but I kept on taping
instead. Lucy tossed the shirt on the table, then began to strike some
very sexy poses for the camera.
I "ooooh"ed and "aaaaah"ed her as she struck pose after sexy pose. She was
giggling and having alot of fun. Then I stopped the tape and put the
camera down. "Come on, let's move this production upstairs." Lucy slid off
the couch and put an arm around me. I handed her the camera and picked her
up in my arms. She put the viewfinder up to her eye, and recorded my face
as I carried her up the stairs. I twisted my face into an expression of
pure undisguised horny lust, which matched how I felt quite well! She
giggled, and continued to record.
We entered the bedroom, and I plopped her down on the bed. She trained the
camera on me as I went over to the closet and began rooting around in the
various boxes on the top shelf. My fingers grasped at objects that I
hadn't seen in years... I grabbed one and tossed it on the bed next to
Lucy. She shrieked in surprise, and laughed. I felt around some more, and
brought out another toy. Then I brought down one whole box and dumped its
contents on the floor next to the bed.
Lucy still had the camera on me as I approached her, and she kept up a
running commentary on the action: "...and this fearless reporter will
continue to cover the events as they unfold, regardless of the danger--
EEEEEEEE!!!!" The fearless reporter was smothered with kisses all over her
face and body, and I snatched the camera and pointed it at her. She
stretched out on the bed, and her face displayed defiance. "This reporter
will not be frightened into giving up her story!" she declared firmly.
I picked up the radio-controlled tank and put it on the bed, and held the
camera on my shoulder with one hand while I operated the tank's controls
with the other. The tank's treads moved in opposite direc- tions as the
armored vehicle of destruction turned toward the prone body of the brave
reporter. Then it slowly thundered forward.
"Eeeeeeeeek!" I watched the fun in the viewfinder as the tank climbed up
on top of one sexy thigh, then dipped into the valley between her legs,
and climbed up on her other thigh. I stopped the tank there, and it
perched precariously as she stared at it wide-eyed. I thumbed a switch,
and the tank's turret turned until it was pointed at her face. "Now,
brazen young reporter, you will tell me who your source is!!" I said
evilly. Her chest heaved up and down with fear, but she kept up her
resolve. "Never!"
The tank rumbled forward again, climbing down from her thigh. It turned
and followed her leg down to her foot, then circled around it and headed
back up again, between her legs. Its rubber treads met the insides of her
thighs, and up it climbed again, right over her pussy and onto her
stomach. "This is your last chance, you decadent tool of the lying
capitalist press!"
"I'll never talk!"
The tank continued up her body. Its front pushed her breasts upward. Then
it climbed up on top of them, its treads pushing down into the delicious
flesh. Lucy arched her back and shook her chest from side to side, trying
(not too hard) to shake the tank off. It bounced around on her boobs, and
I had to wrestle with the controls, turning the tank to one side and then
the other, to keep it from plummeting over the side. I spoke in the
panicked voice of the tank driver as he radioed his commander: "Sir, the
Yankee swine is resisting our attack! We're losing traction, we're
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaa...." With a final shake of Lucy's chest, the tank
tumbled off of her and landed upside-down on the bed.
Lucy made an "mmmmmm" sound of delight, and caressed her chest with her
hands. I was SO horny then, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep
away from her! But my sex-crazed mind had all these wild ideas I wanted to
try... I stopped the tape in the camera, grabbed several items from the
pile, and set to work. Lucy continued to sprawl on the bed succulently as
she watched my construction take shape. She again declared that nothing I
could do could make her talk. I couldn't help glancing up to look at her
every so often. (Every so VERY often!)
I hefted the camera to my shoulder, went out into the hallway, and thumbed
the record switch again. Taped underneath the lens was a piece of stiff
wire, which protruded forward into the camera's field of view. At the
other end of the wire, also held on with tape, was a plastic model of an
F-16 fighter. In the viewfinder it looked quite like the rear view of a
fighter in flight as I swooped into the bedroom.
Lucy's luscious body appeared on the horizon, and the fighter dove toward
her. She clapped her hands to her face in mock horror, squeez- ing her
breasts between her forearms.
"ZZZZZZOOOOOOOM!!!" The fighter streaked across the sky just a foot or so
above the recalcitrant reporter. Her whole body shook as the sonic boom
buffeted it. The jet zoomed sideways along one wall, then leveled out over
the dresser and turned back for another pass. The camera was quite heavy,
and I had to be careful not to let it fly out of my hands of its own
momentum!
"You see, Yankee scum, there is no limit to the terrible forces that I can
unleash upon your scrumptious body! Tell me all your secrets, and I'll let
you live! (After I've had some fun with you first hehe...)"
"I will not! I'd rather die than satisfy the evil aims of a Commie
scoundrel such as you!"
The jet streaked toward its yummy target. I held the camera with one hand
now, and with the other I held an old can of Silly String under- neath and
a little forward of the lens. As the jet soared across its target, I
depressed the nozzle. A solid stream of pink stuff flew out of the can and
passed right under the jet, and in the viewfinder it looked as though the
stuff was being emitted from some horrible new weapon on the fighter.
The pink string landed across Lucy's abdomen.
"Yeeeeeeek!!!"
"Yes, my dear, a terrifying new weapon developed by us and our Bulgari- an
comrades. It hardens on contact, and then it will begin to shrink. You
will die horribly!"
The jet zoomed around the room and made another pass, this time draping a
thin pink rope across Lucy's jiggling boobs. It made a somewhat awk- ward
360-degree loop above the bed, plummeted straight down toward its victim,
and leveled off inches above her, leaving behind another pink trail of
doom. The fighter made pass after pass, and soon strings of pink
crisscrossed Lucy's chest and stomach and arms and legs, like the ropes
that bound Gulliver in the land of the Lilliputians.
"Now you are trapped, TRAPPED! You lowly Americans should never have
tangled with us. Now you will pay the pri-- WHAT!!?"
The Silly String had dried, and when Lucy arched her back and lifted her
breasts, the strings that crossed her chest snapped. She flexed her sexy
legs, and the strings that bound them broke too. She writhed her body, and
the unbreakable bindings that should have held her cap- tive forever
disintegrated. Lucy brushed the pink flakes off her body and legs with one
hand. I had pulled the jet off the camera, and had gotten her amazing
escape on tape. My cock was throbbing and aching, and I was near the end
of MY rope...
"I have foiled you again. You can NEVER keep me captive and perform your
evil acts upon me!!" She flashed a victorious look for the cam- era.
Her body stretched before me in all its succulent softness, and I couldn't
hold back any more. I left the camera running, set its zoom lens to the
widest possible angle, and propped the camera against the lamp on the
nightstand, its lens pointed at the bed. I spoke in my most drooling,
sex-crazed voice.
"No my dear, there is still something I can do which you will not be able
to escape." I dove onto the bed.
"Yeeeeeee...!!!!"
I was quickly on top of her, lustily kissing and licking every square inch
of her flesh. My hands felt all over her body as my face buried itself in
her chest. Lucy grabbed my back and pushed my body against hers even
tighter. I munched and licked and sucked, and then I lifted my head and
slid up her body. I planted my lips on hers as I embraced her tightly. Her
hands clutched at my pants and shoved them down, and shoved my underwear
away likewise. One hand clutched my throbbing dick and stroked it as we
continued to kiss. Then we were tumbling over and over on the bed, and I
renewed my mental pledge to lick and kiss every square centimeter of her
at least once. So much to do, and all the time in the world...
On the nightstand, the camera ran for a little while longer, until the
tape reached the end. It rewound the tape automatically. Then it switched
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