Across the street

Ruth Stockton is caught on video and made to pay by the teenager living opposite.

"It was a million to one fluke" 19 year old James Stockwood thought to himself as he finished copying the video tape and ejected it. Removing it from the recorder he went downstairs and out of the house only to return 2 minutes later minus the tape. Then taking, a deep breath, he picked up the phone and made a brief call before going upstairs to look surreptitiously out of his bedroom window.

A fortnight earlier it had been James�s birthday and his parents had presented him with a video camera. James had wanted one for ages and was delighted, but like all things technical he had some difficulty mastering it. So when he came to use it one afternoon it was with some annoyance that , having left it on his bedroom window sill , he found it had been switched on all day and the batteries were flat. He put them on charge and went off to do something else. It wasn�t until a week later when he was reviewing some of what he had videod that he got the shock of his life. As the tape came to the point where he thought it finished it suddenly cut to a shot of the house opposite,taken out of his bedroom window. Baffled, James left it running as he tried to figure out why he had this shot and it took couple of minutes to realise what had occurred and laughed.

"Twit" he said out loud to himself and was reaching to turn it off when he saw somebody walk up the drive .He paused ,out of curiosity, just to see what happened , as his camera had been pointing at the house of the biggest snob in the street, Ruth Stockton. James hated her, she had caused him nothing but grief all the time he had lived opposite her, she seemed to reckon that she was as cut above everybody else in the street and generally treated her neighbours with contempt. She had been particularly obnoxious towards James , ever since he had put a football through one of her windows several years ago. James knew she was some form of office manager, but exactly what he didn�t know but she always dressed smartly and James couldn�t help but notice her largish breasts when he did occasionally see her.

James watched the video as the mystery man approached her door, to the young observer the man was behaving furtively as he ran the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately and the man was ushered inside by Ruth. James watched a bit longer and was just about to lose interest again when there was movement in the bedroom. As he continued to stare at the screen his mouth fell open and he watched in disbelief as Ruth and the man embraced and then started to undress each other. Whilst the quality wasn�t good it was clear enough that the prim and proper Ruth Stockton was having an affair of some sort behind her husband�s back . James continued to watch but there was little to see and then suddenly he heard a key in the front door lock.

"Hello, James" his mother called as she entered. James quickly ejected the tape and hid it in a drawer��.

The following night Ruth Stockton was waiting at the end of her street at the appointed time. Her train home from work had been late and as a result she didn�t have time to go home first, instead arriving at the road end straight from the station just three minutes prior to 6pm. Ever since the phone call the previous evening and her subsequent viewing of the tape her mind had been in turmoil and the worst thing was she had no idea who was doing this to her. Many times she mentally kicked herself for being so stupid. Her husband had been away , as fortunately he was currently, and she had invited one of her work colleagues , with whom she was having a brief fling, home. It had only lasted a few days, she thought better of it and in fact he only came to her house once and that one occasion was when they had been videod. She also kicked herself for not drawing the curtains to the bedroom. Now she was no doubt going to be blackmailed for her indiscretions, not only did her blackmailer threaten to give her husband a copy of the tape but also her neighbours.

Ruth shivered , it was a dark breezy evening although not too cold for November. but her office attire was not particularly suited to standing on draughty street corners. Dressed in a charcoal grey business suit with a thigh length skirt she pulled her rather thin coat around her, not that it offered much protection , finishing only several inches below her waist. It was fine for her usual brisk walk from the station but not for standing around. Not liking high heels Ruth was shod in a pair of black flat shoes and being almost six foot tall she could get away with it. Ruth was not the best of people to work for normally but her staff at the office had, that day a particularly rough time as she had constantly thought about the tape.
"Evening Mrs Stockton"
A voice jolted her out of her musings and she looked round to see James, the boy who lived opposite, stood next to her leaning on his bike.
"Evening" Ruth replied not disguising her contempt for James.
"Waiting for someone?" James enquired
"None of your business," Ruth snapped ,now annoyed , " Would you just go away"
"OK" James said smiling and as he got onto his bike he added, " so you won�t be wanting the video."
"WHAT?" Ruth cried looking at the lad in horror, "You?"
"Correct" James confirmed.
"Give me the tape now you little pervert ." Ruth demanded angrily, "or I�ll go straight to your father."
"Go on then" James replied , "and I�ll distribute the tape like I promised." Ruth glared at him her face going red with rage , although being dark James couldn�t see this but after half a minute she knew she couldn�t risk going to James�s father so instead she asked,
"What do you want," in the sternest voice she could muster, " I suppose its money you are after.
"Nope," James replied simply and silence then resumed for 15 seconds until Ruth added,
"Well what then?"
"I have plans" James said grinning, "Do you know where St Nicholas�s Church is?"
"I�m not sure." Ruth replied warily
"Well, in that case you can follow me" James informed her as he climbed onto his bike and set off along the pavement. As he rode he let the relief wash over him , his nonchalant behaviour and grins had all been an act in reality he had been petrified. He had spent a sleepless night worrying about the implications of what he was doing and earlier that day he had considered calling the whole thing off. He managed to force himself to keep the appointment and now was glad he had, Ruth Stockton was well and truly in his control.
"Wait for me," Ruth called after him and set off walking at a brisk pace. James waited at the next junction for her.
"Look," he said, "I haven�t got all night, I suggest you run,"
"Get lost" Ruth snapped, she wasn�t going to be ordered about by a teenage boy.
"I�ll wait for you at the church then," James suggested, "if your not there five minutes after me then I�m going home and you don�t get the tape."
"OK,OK" Ruth conceded and as James set off once more she muttered,
"Bastard," under her breath. Not having the faintest idea where the church was, religion not being her strong point, she set off after James. The narrow hem of her skirt severely hampered her progress and the best she could manage was a sort of trot. Despite her best efforts she soon fell behind and was greatly relieved to find James waiting for her a bit further up the road.
"Trouble with the skirt," James asked.
"Yes," Ruth answered only slightly out of breath, " its not designed for running," she explained trying to remain calm.
"Then take it off." James told her in a matter of fact voice.
"SOD OFF" Ruth cried angrily shocked by the suggestion.
"I�m not waiting for you again," James warned her , "Its your choice, but don�t forget I�ll only be at the church 5 minutes.
"Shit!" Ruth moaned, she knew when she was beaten and looked nervously up and down the road. Fortunately for her it was not a busy road and there were few cars and no pedestrians around. Even so she was still hesitant but, finally, with a glance at James who was leaning against his bicycle trying to look bored she went between two parked cars. Another nervous look around and then a pause as a lone car drove by preceded Ruth crouching down and wriggling out of her skirt. James was slightly annoyed that this spectacle was hidden from his view but the sight of an embarrassed Ruth re-emerging from between the cars holding her skirt in front of her more than made up for it.
"I�ll look after your skirt" James informed her and held out his hand. Ruth felt her face burn red as slowly she reached out and handed James her skirt and was glad it was dark. Once she had handed it over tugged her coat down as far as it would, but it didn�t cover much at all. She cringed as a car passed by which momentarily lit them both up, long enough for James to see that she wore bright red panties. It was a strange feeling for Ruth as she stood in front of James with the chill of the night air on her bare thighs between where her hold up stockings finished and her jacket hem began. She dreaded what might happen next.
"Off you go then," James said interrupting her thoughts, "I�ll let you go first, take a left at the end of this road and I�ll catch you up before you need to make another turn."
"Do I have to?" Ruth pleaded not relishing the thought of having to run through the streets minus her skirt. Worse still it was just a teenager who was making her do it. "If you want the tape, you do" James responded and the added, "Off you go." Ruth sighed and set off in the direction indicated. James watched her go, admiring the sight before he looked at the skirt in his hand , shrugged to himself and then threw it over the garden hedge next to him.
"That will give somebody something to think about," he thought to himself as he pedalled after Ruth.

As promised he caught up with her and led the way to the church. Staying about thirty yard ahead of Ruth , James cycled at a steady pace, fast enough to keep Ruth going but not quick enough to lose her. He frequently looked over his shoulder , both to make sure he wasn�t getting too far ahead and also because he liked the sight of Ruth running without her skirt. One thing was certain , she could go much quicker without it, whether this was because she could move more easily or because she wanted to get the ordeal over as fast as she could. James wasn�t quite sure but either way he wasn�t bothered.
Ruth was reasonably fit and had little trouble keeping up with James. Her thoughts were more on not being seen and she realised that the sooner they got to the church the better so she pressed on, glad she wasn�t wearing high heels.. Still deeply embarrassed she nearly died when she had to run past several people out walking. Only one person, a young man noticed her lack of a skirt and whistled at her. This caused Ruth to increase her pace until she was out of his sight. She was just beginning to tire when she saw that James had stopped ahead of her outside a church. Seconds later she came to a halt next to him and breathing deeply she didn�t wait to be told but slipped through the gate into the churchyard and away from road and the possibility of being seen. She failed to notice that James no longer had her skirt with him as he wheeled his bike after her.
Away from the road she felt less vulnerable so she challenged James,
"Why are you doing this?" James thought for a moment , no longer nervous, and then answered,
"Because the opportunity arose and also because I want to get my own back on you.
"Own back?" Ruth asked, mystified.
"Yes," James explained, "Ever since I accidentally broke your window you�ve treated me like dirt ."
"I�m sorry", Ruth said trying to placate him.
"Also," James, went on, "you are probably the biggest snob in the street and I wasn�t going to pass up the opportunity to take you down a peg or two."
"I�m not a snob," Ruth said indignantly , not really believing that this lad was talking to her like this, but very concerned as to where events were leading. James said nothing for a few seconds as he gazed at Ruth�s ample chest heaving up and down in the gloom of the churchyard. Then he suddenly said,
"Take your coat off."
"Why," Ruth asked thrown off guard by James�s sudden change of direction
"Because I say so and because you have to if you want the tape" James told her in a very firm voice.
In fact a voice that was firm enough in its tone for her not to try arguing but instead do as she was told. She unbuttoned it and took it off in a short space of time before placing it over a gravestone that was conveniently situated on her left.
"Now the jacket," James told her as soon as she faced him again.
"But�" Ruth tried to say
"NOW!" James snapped and Ruth began to slip out of it without protest.
She put it on top of her coat and shivered in the night air as she turned back to James, folding her arms as she did so. James looked at the half dressed woman in front of him and once again his attention was drawn to her breasts. He could not resist asking ,
"What size are your tits?"
"None of your business," Ruth snapped with a sudden flush of anger at being asked such a personal question by this youth. This was despite the fact she stood in front of him minus half her clothes.
"Wrong answer," James told her, putting on a cold voice, "Take off your blouse"
"N..no, I�m sssorry," Ruth stammered realising her error, "They�re 36D"
"That better, politeness costs nothing, "but you can still take off the blouse"
"Oh please, No." Ruth wailed in despair.
"You do want the tape?" James asked
Ruth didn�t reply, her head slumped forward in defeat and she started to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. She slowly worked her way down until they were all undone and then she undid the ones on the cuffs. James didn�t rush her, he was enjoying every moment of humiliating the woman who had been the bane of his life for the past few years. Without further prompting Ruth slowly removed the blouse and placed it with the rest of her clothes. She didn�t turn back this time, instead staying facing the gravestone and rubbing her arms in a vain attempt to keep warm. Despite the lack of light James could see that like her knickers her bra was red.

"Face me" James ordered and watched with delight as the woman reluctantly turned towards him.
"Put your arms by your side." He then added
Ruth did as she was told but said in a small voice as she did so,
"Haven�t you seen enough,"
"Do you think I�m going to stop now?" James laughed
"Oh please," Ruth begged,
"No chance" the teenager tormented her further, "Lets see these 36D�s then.
Ruth pushed her shoulders back and thrust her chest out.
"No" James laughed , "I want to see all of them.
Ruth froze chest still stuck out.
"You mean�" she started but failed to finish.
"Yep" James told her, "dispense with the bra"
Now visibly shivering with the cold Ruth moaned and slumped her shoulders.
"Do you want the tape," James asked her when she failed to make any further movement.
"Yes" she mumbled sadly as she reached behind her back to unclip her bra. Several moments fumbling followed before she succeeded and wriggled out of the garment trying to cover as much as she could of her naked chest from James�s gaze with her arms. Once it was off she carefully draped it over the gravestone upon which the rest of her clothes, except her skirt of course , rested.

With eyes now more accustomed to the darkness James was able to see his neighbour quite clearly and took a moment to gaze at her cringing in front of him.
"Time to lose the shoes and stockings," James told her and without protest she started to kick off her shoes. Removing them was not going to reveal any more flesh to James so Ruth saw little point in arguing. She pushed her shoes to the base of the gravestone with her foot and then set about peeling her right stocking down. This turned out to be highly amusing for James watching her lowering her stockings with one hand whilst trying to keep her breasts covered with the other. It was a hopeless task and on several occasions one breast or the other swung free and James was treated to the sight of her frantic efforts to preserve her modesty . When she finally got it off Ruth put it on top of the rest of her clothes and repeated the exercise with the other stocking. Once again her breasts refused to play the game and kept escaping from behind the arm that was supposed to be hiding them. James was almost disappointed when she placed her second stocking with the first but before he could say anything further Ruth said in almost a whisper,

"Please let me keep my panties."
"Of course you can keep them," James told her and her relief was all too evident at his seemingly generous gesture.
"But," he continued after a brief pause, " I�ll keep the tape if you keep them." Anguish immediately replaced the look of relief on her face. She was now facing the prospect of stripping entirely naked in front of a teenager and once again cursed the indiscretion that had got her into this mess in the first place.
"Time to make up your mind" James said jolting her from her thoughts, "What�s it to be?"

Once again Ruth knew that in practice she had no real choice and with a last despairing look at James wriggled her panties off of her hips and down her thighs before letting them drop to her ankles. This was accomplished one handed, as with the stockings, although this time she managed to keep the breasts confined. She carefully stepped out of them and quickly put the red panties on top of the rest of her clothes. As she placed her free hand over her crotch the moon chose that moment to come out from behind the clouds and bathe her in white light.

She wished the ground would open up and swallow her up as she stood front of James, totally naked and acutely aware of it. She squirmed with embarrassment as she looked at the pile of clothes lying over the grave stone next to her and wished she was wearing them. Instead she had no choice but to try and cover her body from James�s gaze with her hand and arms. She didn�t really notice the cold and the fact that her teeth were chattering as with one arm across her breasts and her other arm covering her crotch she half crouched in front of him feeling utterly humiliated .James on the other hand was enjoying every minute of watching her discomfort, he had managed , by pure chance, to reduce the biggest snob in his street to a state of naked humiliation and not surprisingly he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Get on your knees" James suddenly ordered and Ruth slowly struggled to do as instructed whilst trying to keep herself covered. Eventually she managed only to be told
"Put your hands on your head." By James.
When she didn�t move he repeated the order,
"Put your hands on your head" this time more sternly and then watched as most reluctantly Ruth removed her hands from her chest and placed them on her head. Her face burned with shame but to her horror James then said,
"Get your knees apart,"
This time she looked at him with pleading eyes and managed to whisper,
"Please, no"
"You want the tape?" James asked in reply and after a small pause she bowed her head and shuffled her knees a few inches apart.
"Further" James snapped and mortified at the thought of what she was doing Ruth forced herself to spread herself a bit more.
"Keep going" James encouraged her and the wretched woman stifled a sob and moved her knees even further away from each other. A last James was satisfied that she could get them no further apart and told her to stop. He then took his time to admire the woman in front of him who was now lewdly displaying herself. He took his time and even walked round her a couple of times. Ruth just stared straight in front during the time James inspected her, she just tried to reassure herself that the whole escapade would soon be over.

When James decided he had seen enough he picked up her clothes from the gravestone and came round to her front . Crouching down he piled them in a heap in front of her before retrieving her shoes from the foot of the gravestone and placing them on top of the pile.. Then, as Ruth watched in puzzlement he produced a small tin of liquid from his pocket and tipped it over the heap. Standing up he threw the now empty tin behind him and looked down at the naked woman.

"Just one more thing and the tape is yours" he said
"OK" Ruth mumbled just wanting to end the ordeal over and get out of her current position, "what do I have to do?"
James reached into his pocket once more and threw a lighter in her direction and when it landed more or less between her spread knees he said,
"Set fire to your clothes"
"You can�t be serious" Ruth cried.
"Yes I am" James replied.
"I won�t do it" Ruth told him, " I�ve done enough, I�m going to get dressed and leave now" and with that she started to reach for her clothes.
"STOP" James said sharply which caused Ruth to freeze.
"Your clothes are going to burn" he told her in a menacing voice, " I poured lighter fluid on them so they will burn easily. I can have them on fire before you could get one single item back on, but if I do I�ll distribute the tape."
Ruth looked indecisively at her clothes for a moment then up at James.
"Well?" he asked "What�s it to be?"
Ruth still did not move and looked back at her clothes once more.
Nothing happened for thirty seconds, the air heavy with tension until Ruth reached down between her legs and with a trembling hand picked up the lighter. Her hand was shaking so much as she flicked it and it wasn�t until the fourth attempt that she got a flame. She started slightly as it flared up to nearly a 3 inch flame in front of her face, James had been very considerate and adjusted it so it wouldn�t blow out. She then paused staring at the roaring lighter before moaning,

"Oh my God" and reaching forward applied the lighter to her clothes. The lighter fluid had soaked in well and in seconds they were all alight and blazing merrily. Ruth watched the flames with a kind of morbid fascination until a thought jolted her.
"How do I get home," she suddenly asked looking over the fire to James. He shrugged in response,
"That�s your problem, but I will keep my word and the tape will be delivered to you tomorrow."
"But I�ve nothing to wear, how can I go home like this." Ruth wailed looking down at the remains of her clothes which were now little more that a pile of smouldering ashes with two pieces of gooey plastic in the middle that used to be her shoes.
"Like I said your problem" James repeated and without further ado he got onto his bicycle and before Ruth could protest he rode off and left her still on her knees.

It was in the evening about week later that there was a knock at James�s front door. Being the only one home he had to answer it himself and was somewhat startled to see Ruth standing there. He had given her the tape as promised and since then had only seen her twice , on both occasions she had not surprisingly ignored him. To see her on his doorstep now had him momentarily lost for words. Ruth found her voice first,
"I know you are alone so can I come in" she asked nervously,
"Er yes," James answered and stood back as she entered at the same time noticing she was clutching a video tape.
"What can I do for you" he asked trying to sound relaxed as he closed the door and turned to face him.
"Here" Ruth said and thrust the tape out at him.
"What�s this?" James queried declining to take the proffered tape.
"Its the tape of me" Ruth blurted out, "I want you to have it back."
"What for?" James asked incredulously
Ruth blushed and looked at the floor,
"Well?" James pressed her after a few moments
"B..BB.Because��" she stuttered, "I..I w..ant you to make me earn it back"
"Are you serious?" James said in a state of near shock"
"Yes," she whispered looking at the floor.
James thought about it for a few seconds and then said,
"What the hell" and snatched the tape from her hand. But then he stopped and said,
"Last chance, you�ve got 60 seconds to change your mind and ask for the tape back , after that its too late."
Back in control of himself once more James looked at his watch for a minute whilst Ruth stared nervously around the room and wrung her hand in front of her.
"Times up" James announced , "Wait here" and with that he quickly went upstairs to his bedroom to secrete the tape. He felt on top of the world as he came down the stairs but also knew it was getting late and his parents would soon be returning. He walked past Ruth and into the kitchen but soon returned holding a bin bag.
"Remove all your clothes and put them in this," he said, and held the bag out to her. Ruth took it and slowly removed her shoes
"Hurry up," James snapped, "Unless you�d like to meet my parents."
Ruth started and looked up at him. "Yes, they�ll be home soon." James informed her.
This spurred Ruth on and very soon she was stuffing her knickers, the last item she had removed into the bag.
"Put it down, " he told her when she was done and Ruth dropped it by her side.
"I�ll be in touch" he told her as he grabbed her by the arm opened the front door and propelled her out into the night. As soon as he had slammed the door behind her, he went up to his bedroom, picking up the bag of Ruth�s clothes on the way and was looking out of his window in time to see the naked woman scurry across the road towards her house. James smiled to himself, he was definitely in for some fun��.

The End

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