Chapter 1: The Clean Bit

Over the years, I've become quite computer savvy and I'm often called on by friends to sort their problems. One particular lady who often makes use of my expertise is my neighbour, Hazel. I've lost count of the times she's called me to fix some problem or another. Mostly it's just mundane things, her computer running slow, a malicious virus and occasionally problems with her browser. It was one problem with her browser that got me thinking about Hazel more than just a friend.

Now Hazel and I live in a small block of retirement flats in Bangor. We're both in our mid sixties and divorced. I'm sixty five, fairly tall at six feet, with red hair and reasonably fit. Hazel is a bit older than me, around five feet four, shoulder length blonde hair and a pretty good body for her age.

One morning I was checking my e-mails when a message popped on my yahoo. It was from Hazel. It just said. "Can you pop round Mike, I've got a problem." I replied that I'd be straight round and when I'd done with my mail, I went round to her flat. I knocked on the door and Hazel called out that it was open and to come in. I knew her computer was in the lounge, so I headed straight there. Hazel was sat at her computer shaking her head.

She turned and smiled when I entered the room and I walked over and stood behind her. I could see she had some sort of a form on her screen and was trying to fill it in. "What's the the problem Hazel?" I asked. She spun her chair round and shook her head again. "I'm trying to set up an account on here but I can't seem to get it to work, it keeps going back to this page and I have to start all over again. "I'm getting pissed off with it," she laughed. "Here," I said, "let me try." I don't know what she'd been doing wrong but ten minutes later her account was set up. "Oh thanks Mike," she said, "you're a God send. I don't know what I'd do without you." "No problem," I said, "now I've got some shopping to do, I'll catch you later." With that I left, leaving her to do whatever she was doing.

When I got back from the supermarket I went back on the computer. I'd noticed that the account Hazel was trying to set up was on Pabo, a site I wasn't familiar with so I logged on and put the site name in search. I was surprised when the home page came up and found it was an adult supply site. Lingerie, sex toys that sort of thing.

I was surprised because I'd never thought of Hazel as someone who'd used that sort of site, she didn't seem the type. As I clicked through the pages, I felt my manhood start to harden in my jeans as page after page of sexy bra, panties, sleep wear popped up onto the screen. It wasn't just the pictures of the models wearing them that was getting me hard but also mental images of Hazel buying and wearing the same thing. Suddenly I had an idea, I'd set up Hazel's account so knew her sign in details so could soon find out what she'd been buying. For about ten minutes, I wrestled with my conscience, going into her account would be an invasion of her privacy and I wasn't even sure if it was legal. I continued to click through the pages and the hardness in my jeans got even worse and in the end I just had to know what she'd bought.

I entered her log in details and her account page popped up on the screen. In the top right hand corner was box that read, 'view orders', I clicked on it and a short list of items, three, popped up on the screen. It gave item numbers and a brief description of what it was. The top item was a pair of panties. The description read. "Turn you man on with these red satin panties. The black lace trim will drive him wild." Below that was a bra and from it's description it was a match to the panties. It was the third item that really caught my attention though. Next to the number the description read. "Rechargeable battery operated vibrator, perfect for those nights alone. Our most popular ever ready latex friend."

Intrigued I clicked on the 'view item' icon and the image of the vibrator popped onto the screen. It was made of semi clear latex, with a collar of beads around the base and a rabbit ear that I knew was for stimulating a lady's clit. Of course by now, my cock was painfully erect and I went on to view the bra and panties. The description of them wasn't lying. I wasn't Hazel's man, but the thought of her wearing them was certainly turning me on.

I went back to the home page to check out more of the lingerie and, like a kid with a porn mag, soon had my cock out, stroking to the pictures on the screen, seeing Hazel in each one and it wasn't long before I was shooting my load into the tissue I'd grabbed. As I sat there a wicked idea came into my head and scanned through the images again. I'd spotted something that really turned me on, a red, lace baby doll nightie with matching panties. As soon as I'd seen it I imagined how great Hazel would look in it. At the side of the picture was the 'Add to basket' icon. I moved the cursor to it and let hover there for a couple of minutes, trying to convince myself I wasn't doing anything wrong. Eventually, I threw caution to the wind and clicked on it. Scrolling down I found the 'close and pay' icon and clicked that and was returned to Hazel's account page. I checked the contents of the basket and clicked on the 'pay' button. When I'd set the account up for her, Hazel had told me to tick the 'use existing payment information' button, which meant she could pay without entering her bank details again, but that meant if she could, I could do the same. I clicked the icon and seconds later the 'order accepted' came up. That was it, the red baby doll was on it's way to her.

One morning a couple of days later I got another message from Hazel asking me to pop round. I knew the post man had been so I had a good idea what she wanted to see me about and I was at her front door in seconds. After she'd let me in, she explained the problem, not that it needed explaining. "You know that account you set up for me Mike?" she said, "well I think there's something wrong with it. It's sent me something I haven't ordered." "Oh," I said, "trying my best to sound surprised, "what was that then?" I could see she was a bit uncomfortable so I said. "Well just send it back, there should be instructions how to do that on the web page."

She thought for a moment then said. "Yes there is but the thing is I quite like it and I don't know whether they've charged me for it. Keeping it might be stealing." Hazel was so sweet, I couldn't think of anyone else I knew that would worry about getting a freebie. I had to put her out of her misery though so took the bull by the horns. "I'm glad you liked it Hazel and yes you have been charged for it." As I spoke, I took my wallet out of my back pocket and handed her the £20 the nightie had cost.

Hazel just stood there looking more than a little shocked as she stared at the £20 note in my hand. "You ordered it Mike?" she finally said, "why?" "Because I thought you'd look great in it. Think of it as an early birthday present," I laughed, then added, "oh and by the way, I love the stuff you bought yourself, very sexy."

Now she did look shocked and her face was definitely red. "T-t-the stuff I bought," she stuttered. "Yes, the bra and pantie set. It really turned me on," I said, remembering the product description. "D-d-did you see the other thing?" she stammered again. "The other thing?" I said, "oh you mean the vibrator. Yes, it looks like fun. Have you tried it yet?" Hazel blushed even more and shook her head. "No, I haven't opened it yet. Anyway I don't think that's any of your business Mike. I think you'd better leave." "Ah well," I thought, "nothing ventured, nothing gained." My plan hadn't worked but it was worth the £20 to picture Hazel wearing the nightie I'd bought her.