Man Secretly Watches Attractive Couple Having Fun At The Pool
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Two Sexy Intruders Sneak Into Pool
I sit in my cramped office, the surveillance monitor casting a bluish glow in the dark. The room smells of stale coffee and the plastic of the old keyboard under my fingers. It’s just past midnight, and the silence of the night presses against the windows of the swimming pool building.
My eyes sting from the long shift, but I can’t look away. The monitors show empty corridors, silent changing rooms, and the shimmering water of the pool under moonlight streaming through large glass windows. I’m the night watchman, invisible, vigilant, trapped in monotony—until now.
A shadow darts across the screen. My heart beats faster. I lean forward, the chair creaking softly under me.
Two figures move through the back entrance of the pool. They sneak, crouched, their movements sleek like cats. The camera captures them: a woman and a man, unaware they’re being watched, every step recorded, pixel-perfect, relentless.
The woman wears a tight black top that hugs her shoulders and the curve of her waist. Her dark, glossy hair falls in waves down her back. The man beside her is tall, muscular, his T-shirt straining over his shoulders.
They whisper, their voices inaudible to me, but I see the laughter on their faces, the glint in their eyes. They seem alive, excited, as if sharing a secret. My fingers twitch on the mouse, zooming in closer.
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They reach the door to the pool area. The man presses the handle, and the door swings open. Moonlight fractures in the water, throwing silver reflections on the walls.
The air in the pool area feels humid, I imagine, heavy with the scent of chlorine. Their footsteps echo faintly on the tiles. The camera doesn’t catch the sound, but I picture it—a dull clack reverberating in the silence.
The woman turns to the man, her hands grabbing his shirt. She pulls it over his head, revealing the muscles of his back shifting under his skin. She tosses the shirt aside, landing on the tiles, a dark smudge against the white.
He laughs, a deep, throaty sound I imagine, as his hands grip her hips. He pulls her close, their bodies colliding. My throat goes dry, and I swallow hard, eyes glued to the screen.
She kisses him, her lips pressing against his, greedy, demanding. Her hands slide over his chest, fingernails grazing his skin lightly. I zoom in closer, catching the fine hairs on his arms glinting in the moonlight.
She pulls off her top, revealing a black lace bra clinging to her skin. She tosses it to join his shirt, a small pile of clothes by the pool’s edge. My hands clench into fists, my pulse hammering in my temples.
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She pushes him back gently, her hands pressing against his chest. He sinks onto a lounge chair by the pool, the frame squeaking under his weight. She kneels before him, her movements fluid, precise.
Her hands undo his belt, the metal clicking as she releases it. She pulls down his jeans slowly, almost savoring it. His boxers follow, and I see him rise, ready, waiting.
My cheeks burn, my breath quickening. She leans forward, her lips closing around him. He groans, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling lightly.
I see the strands wrapping around his fingers, dark against his skin. Her movements are rhythmic, steady, her head rising and falling. Moonlight glints on her back, on the faint sheen of sweat forming on her skin.
His eyes half-close, his mouth parting slightly. I hear his breathing in my mind, heavy, gasping. He says something, his lips moving, but I can’t hear it, imagining his voice, deep, raw, full of desire.
My hands tremble as I adjust the camera for a better angle. Shame pricks at me, but it’s a faint whisper against the heat rising in me. I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t stop.
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He pulls her up, his hands gripping her arms. He turns her, pushing her onto the lounge chair so she lands on all fours. Her knees scrape the rough plastic, her hands clutching the edges.
He kneels behind her, his hands gliding over her buttocks, stroking the soft skin before gently parting them. He leans forward, his lips pressing against her skin, kissing, licking, his tongue gliding over her labia, slow, deliberate.
She moans, her back arching, her hands gripping the chair tighter. I feel my heart race, the air in my office growing heavy. The screen is all I see, all that exists.
He’s passionate, his movements hungry, almost wild. He buries his face between her legs, his hands holding her hips firmly as she writhes, her legs trembling. I see the fine hairs on her thighs shimmering in the moonlight.
I imagine the chlorine scent mingling with the faint musk of sweat and arousal. She gasps, her head dropping, her hair falling in strands over her face. He rises, his hands sliding over her back, before positioning himself behind her.
He enters her, slow but firm. She moans loudly, a sound I imagine echoing through the pool area. His hips move, thrusting, pulling back, thrusting again, the lounge chair squeaking in rhythm with them.
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I zoom in, seeing the sweat on his back, droplets pooling in the dips of his muscles. Her fingernails dig into the chair, leaving small dents in the plastic. Their movements sync, a dance of desire and lust.
My throat is parched, my mouth dusty. I should look away, but I can’t. My hands rest heavily on the keyboard, my eyes burning.
She turns, pushing him back onto the chair. She straddles him, her legs spreading over his hips. She moves, riding him, her hips circling, rising, falling.
Her hands brace on his chest, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. He grabs her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs brushing her nipples. She throws her head back, her hair cascading like a dark waterfall down her back.
Moonlight catches her silhouette, searing the image into my mind. Their movements quicken, urgent. His breathing grows heavy, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her deeper onto him.
She moans, a high, desperate sound I imagine echoing. They climax, their bodies shuddering, movements halting for a moment before they cling to each other. She collapses onto him, her chest heaving, his hands stroking her back, slow, soothing.
I sit motionless, my breath shallow. The screen flickers, the camera capturing every detail. The silence in my office is oppressive, only the computer’s hum filling the space. I should save the footage.
I should turn off the camera. But I sit, staring, unable to move, the night quiet but a storm raging in my head.
