Hidden Camera

Jackson lay face down on the poolside chaise and tried to watch the people coming and going as unobtrusively as he could. He was getting anxious since it was getting close to two in the afternoon and he would have to start getting ready for work soon with the apartment complex pool just starting to clear out. He rolled over onto his back and glanced at two girls who looked to be in their late teens as well as an older woman in her 60's willing them to start packing up their towels so that he could take advantage of the temporary lull.

As if reading his mind the two teens began to gather up their belongings and slipped into coverups before heading for the wrought iron gate, both of them never even glancing up from their phones as they left. Jackson glanced at the older woman who was now the sole remaining pool guest. He had seen her several times before since moving into the Royal Court apartments and if she had been younger the skimpy two piece bikini she tended to wear would have earned more than just a glance from him.

Even with her laying on her back with her bright red bra untied and wearing a bikini bottom that rode up between her checks to leave her ass completely exposed Jackson barely did more than glance at the gray haired woman to make sure that she wasn't watching.

He waited another moment and then quickly make his way over to the women's changing room. With a final glance around the pool Jackson ducked inside, the changing room no more than a closet next to the bathrooms and latched the door behind him. With the door latched Jackson bent down to the trash basket and pushed it aside only to have his heart skip a beat when he saw that the GoPro he had hidden there this morning was missing.

"Shit, son of a bitch!" Jackson swore, emptying out the contents of the trash basket on the floor without finding his GoPro, "What the fuck!"

Jackson looked around the changing room and kicked the overturned basket in spite before sighing. The GoPro was a couple hundred dollars that he couldn't afford to lose not to mention the dozens of clips of women from the apartment complex he had managed to capture while they were changing.

"Fuck!" Jackson swore and then unlatched the door, stepped back out onto the pool deck and angrily stomped back to his chaise.

Jackson hurriedly wadded up his towel before stuffing it into his pool bag followed by his water bottle and suntan lotion before grabbing the straps to head back to his apartment.

"What's wrong, did you lose something?" a soprano voice said which froze Jackson in his tracks.

"I... what?" Jackson stammered and turned to find the older woman sitting up watching him, but what really caused Jackson's heart to slam in his chest was the small black cube that she held in her hand.

"I asked if you were missing something," the woman replied, her voice calm as she bounced Jackson's GoPro in the palm of her hand, "Something like a camera you were using to film women while they changed."

"I... that's not mine," Jackson stammered, "I wouldn't do something like.. you know.. like that."

"Really?" the woman said while still toying with the camera, "What were you looking for just now in the women's changing room?"

"Shit... I'm sorry, but if you say anything they'd kick me out of my apartment!" Jackson pleaded.

"Kick you out?" the woman replied while staring at Jackson contemptuously, "You don't get it do you, those two girls that just left are in high school.

"You wouldn't just be kicked out, you'd be arrested and if I had to take a guess this isn't the first time you've tried this stupid little stunt and have some videos and pictures saved somewhere as well."

Jackson's eyes widened in shock, the idea of getting into legal trouble never having crossed his mind. He thought about all the images he'd deleted out of hand as well as the pictures and videos that he had saved on his laptop, none of them had he ever bothered to ask permission or picture ID for. The woman stood up and started to walk towards the gate while Jackson was frozen in place, his entire body numb. The woman stopped and turned to look back at him for a moment and then pointed to her bag.

"Get my bag and follow me," she said.

Jackson couldn't move and only stared at the woman for several moments until she sighed.

"You can get my bag and follow me or I can call the police, your choice," she said.

Jackson jumped as if he had been poked in the ribs and then hurriedly walked over to the chaise she had been laying on to pick up her bag before following her out the gate and into the parking lot. Jackson's heart began to hammer in his chest as the woman began to walk unhurriedly towards the apartment management office.

"Listen, I wasn't trying to get kids," Jackson stammered, "I deleted all those, I was..."

"Shut up right fucking now," the woman said without raising her voice and cutting Jackson off in mid sentence.

Jackson shut his mouth with a snap and they continued towards the management office before turning left when she reached the sidewalk to stroll past without even glancing towards it. Jackson giving a sigh of relief as soon as they had passed the door but then began to worry about where exactly the woman was leading them.

They continued through the shaded parking lot, the oaks and maples that filled Royal Court casting dappled shadows on the concrete and the only sound the slap of the woman's flipflops as she walked. Jackson again wondered where in the world the woman was taking him and found himself staring at her ass which was toned and tanned a dark brown from all the time she spent at the pool, the skin only a little loose from her age.

Jackson had to admit that she wasn't that bad looking with her long auburn hair shot through with streaks of gray, deep tan, long legs and athletic build, even with a few extra wrinkles and patches of skin that didn't match her tan. He shook his head at the irony of him admiring some old leathery woman who was probably going to call the police on him and get him arrested for a couple of stupid changing room videos he had taken more on a whim to see if he could than anything else.

The woman passed by several apartment buildings with Jackson obediently following along before turning and walking up to a ground floor unit and unlocking the door. The woman stepped aside and gestured for Jackson to go in ahead of her before he slipped past and stepped into the cool shaded interior of the apartment. Jackson glanced curiously around, the apartment neat, tidy and spartan with none of the nick knacks or smell of cat pee he had expected but only the faint smell of apple pie filling the air. Jackson turned to face the woman as she stepped inside and crossed her arms to glare at him.

"Should I call the cops?" the woman asked showing the first hint of anger Jackson had seen.

"I.... no, please don't call the cops," Jackson stammered.

"Do you like taking videos of girls without them knowing?" the woman asked condescendingly.

"I wasn't trying to get anything like that," Jackson shot back, "I didn't even keep anything like that, I was just..."

"You were just trying to get videos of women changing," the woman finished, "Of women naked without them knowing some shit like you was filming them."

The sound of the woman's even soprano voice which didn't even sound as if she was angry, only disgusted caused Jackson's checks the flush and he glanced down at the floor.

"Give me my bag," the woman said as she kicked off her flipflops and walked over to Jackson.

Jackson handed the bag to the woman and turned to watch as she walked over to a leather couch and sat down with her left arm draped over the back while she dug through the oversized beach bag.

"Sit down," the woman said while pointing to the floor in front of her.

"What?" Jackson asked in surprise.

"I said 'Sit down'," the woman said with a hint of anger in her voice, "You see, you are going to do exactly what I tell you to do and if you please me then maybe.... maybe I won't call the police and turn this little camera in with a description of you and what apartment I happened to see you go into."

Jackson's eyes widened in shock and he glanced around the apartment as if seeking a way to escape, "I, uh, I have to go to work soon."

"Yes, you do," the woman replied calmly, "For me.

"Now, sit down or get out, that is your only choice right now and that choice decides if I'm going to be making a phone call or not."

Jackson stared at the woman for several moments until she pointed at the floor in front of her again.

"Sit. Down.

"Or get out.

"Now," the woman said, her voice controlled but obviously furious.

Jackson stepped over to the couch and sat down on the carpet in front of the woman who smiled coldly at him.

"What's your name?" she asked while looking down at him and casually let her legs spread apart.

"Jackson," he replied and tried to keep his eyes from straying down to the woman's crotch.

"Well Jackson," the woman said with a smile as she tossed a plastic bottle at him, "I want you to rub my feet."

Jackson managed to catch the bottle as it smacked hard against his chest and had an instant image of corns, calluses, thick skin and cracks before glancing down to see that the woman must have recently had a pedicure since her nails were evenly trimmed and her skin as smooth as any of his girlfriends he had had in the past. Jackson stared at the woman's long, slender toes and the flash of silver from a toe ring she wore on her left foots middle toe and glanced at her right foot to see that she had a gold toe ring on her middle toe, a silver one next to that, and another silver ring on her pinky toe.

Jackson looked down to find that he had caught a squeeze tube of coconut massage butter and looked up at the woman who was watching him expectantly. Jackson glanced down at the woman's feet again, her dark tan skin on the top of her feet contrasting with her white soles and scooted forward far enough to take her left foot in his hand. The woman didn't react at all so Jackson squeezed a bit of the cream into the palm of his hand and was surprised to find that it was still warm to the touch from having been sitting in the sun.

"More than that, Jackson," the woman said as she watched.

Jackson squeezed out more of the warm cream into the palm of his hand and when the woman didn't comment he began to smooth the cream over her foot. Jackson's hands slipped silkily over the woman's foot while he occasionally glanced up at the woman's face who watched him intently.

"My toes too," the woman said after a minute.

Jackson glanced down at her foot and then began to use his fingers to massage and rub the cream in between each of the woman's toes as she stretched them apart, her toe rings catching the light and flashing brightly as she flexed and stretched them apart.

Jackson spent another few minutes massaging in the cream, his thumbs kneading the woman's instep, up the ball of her foot to each of her toes which he would then massage in turn, a soft sigh of pleasure the only indication of if the woman approved of his attentions or not. After several minutes the woman pulled her left foot away and presented her right to Jackson who began to repeat the process once more, his dick stirring in his swim trunks as the slow massage became less of a shock to him and much more sensual.

"Stand up," the woman said once Jackson had spent almost forty minutes massaging her feet.

Jackson obliged, aware of the bulge in his shorts as the woman looked him up and down.

"So you like taking videos of women without them knowing?" the woman asked after a several few long, tense moments.

"Ye..." Jackson began only to be quickly interrupted.

"Stop!" the woman said, "The women you video taped didn't get to say a word about if they wanted you filming them or not, so shut up!

"You don't get to say a word either, all you get to do is nod yes or no unless I give you permission, understood!"

Jackson nodded and wondered what the hell he had managed to get himself into.

"Not. Another. Word. Understood?" the woman said while watching him intently.

Jackson nodded, his face burning red in embarrassment and humiliation.

"Take your clothes off," the woman said as if she were saying something that was no more shocking than what size coffee she would like at Starbucks.

Jackson opened his mouth to say something only to have the woman hold a finger up to her lips and shake her head while rocking his GoPro camera from side to side in her other hand. Jackson stared at the GoPro for several seconds and then looked back at the woman and stared into her eyes as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"Keep going," the woman said when Jackson hesitated.

Jackson glanced at the camera and then stood on one foot to undo the Velcro of his Teva's and toss them to the side before taking a deep breath and slipping his swim trunks over his hips so that they fell to the floor. The woman only stared at him for almost two full minutes, her eyes slowly traveling up and down his body while Jackson stood naked in front of her.

Jackson knew he wasn't ever going to be a supper model, but he didn't think he looked all that bad either. He was a bit on the lean side for his six foot frame, but at least he had a bit of a chest from playing tennis constantly and knew he didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere on him. Jackson could feel that he already had a semi and chanced a glance down at himself with the halo of kinky black hair surrounding it. After what seemed like hours the woman finally brought the GoPro around in front of her so that she was holding it in the fingers of both hands and pushed the button on the top of the little cube, a loud beep indicating that it was now recording. Jackson's eyes widened in surprise at suddenly finding himself being recorded but managed to not say anything.

"Sit on the ottoman and you can keep rubbing my feet," the woman said while filming him.

Jackson glanced around the room and found the leather ottoman next to the couch and quickly drug it around in front of the woman. As soon as he sat down she placed both of her feet in his lap, Jackson's dick giving a jerk as the toes of her right foot caressed his glans. Jackson glanced from the woman's foot up to the GoPro with its tiny blinking red light and then up to her face before he picked up her left foot to start massaging her instep once more. The woman watched Jackson intently as his fingers slipped silkily between each of her toes, the toes of her right foot pressed against the head of his now erect dick but without ever so much as moving at all. The pressure of the woman's toes felt so good pressed against his head, but he wanted her to move her foot, to stroke his shaft with her soft, silky smooth toes covered in coconut butter. Jackson started to massage the woman's heel and back of her ankle while he shifted forward slightly to press her toes more firmly against his shaft only to have her pull her foot away.

"You don't get to do that, Jackson, you do not get to move at all, you only get to massage my feet, do you understand?" the woman said while still filming him.

Jackson pressed his lips together to keep from saying anything but managed to give a jerky nod while still massaging the back of the woman's ankle and after a few moments she slipped her right foot back into his lap and pressed her toes against his glans one more.

After a few more quiet, slow minutes the woman pulled her left foot out of Jackson's hand and gave him her right foot for equal attention. Jackson glanced down and wasn't surprised to see a large, clear drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and then took the woman's right foot in hand to begin massaging. Jackson felt the woman slip her left foot into his lap and her toes press against the sensitive skin of his glans and couldn't help but sigh when he felt the woman's toes begin to move against him.

Jackson spread his legs wide apart and alternated between watching his hands as he massaged the woman's right foot and watching her toes as they splayed apart and then squeezed down on his glans, her big toe even smearing the drop of precum that had beaded at his tip over his skin.

Jackson wanted to ask the woman, to beg her to stroke his length with her toes but didn't dare utter a word while he continued his massage. The woman sighed in pleasure again as Jackson kneaded her toes, her eyes never leaving his face while he worked. Suddenly the GoPro gave a double beep and the blinking red light winked out, the woman glancing down at it before slipping it into her beach bag.

"I think your battery just died," the woman said and then pulled her feet away from Jackson and stood up, "Don't. Move."

The woman walked over to a desk next to a big screen TV and opened the drawer, Jackson glancing at the beach bag and wondering for a moment if he could possibly grab his camera and make a break for the door before the woman turned around and walked back to the couch with a digital camcorder on a miniature tripod in hand. The woman quickly set the camcorder up on a table so that Jackson and the couch were centered on the LCD display and then walked back over.

"Stand up," the woman ordered while facing Jackson.

Jackson stood, his full erection pointing towards the woman who looked up and down his body for a moment.

"Take my top off," the woman said.

Jackson blinked and tried to hide a smile as he started to step around the woman.

"No, I want you to stand in front of me and reach around to take it off," the woman instructed.

Jackson hesitated, unsure how to proceed and then stepped closer to the woman and tried to reach around her. After a moment of trying to search for the strings of her bikini top Jackson stepped even closer, his erection pressing against the woman's stomach. When she didn't react or pull away Jackson pressed even closer, his dick sandwiched between their bodies while he reached around and after only a moment found the strings of her top and pulled them loose. Jackson lifted the woman's top up to expose her breasts which he was surprised to find were just as darkly tanned as the rest of her body with just the faintest hint of a bikini tan line before lifting it all the way over her head and tossing it to the side.

He started to reach up to feel the woman's breasts which hung limply, the skin loose and baggy but still not as bad as what Jackson had imagined. The woman's areoles were a darker shade than even her tanned skin and her nipples were oddly shaped round and swollen marbles. The woman slapped Jackson's hands away as he lifted them towards her breasts and then stepped back so that their bodies were no longer toughing.

"Get down on your knees and take my bottoms off," the woman ordered.

Jackson knelt and the woman stepped closer for him to untie the string of her bikini briefs which fell to the floor so that her smooth-shaven mound was only inches from his face. Jackson let his eyes crawl over the woman, her skin deeply tanned and again with just the faintest hint of a bikini tan line visible, her stomach having only a few folds of extra skin from her having had children long ago but otherwise toned and firm, but what captured Jackson's attention was the woman's dark brown wrinkled labia poking out between the crease of her sex. The woman let Jackson stare for several moments and then sat back down on the couch and pointed to the ottoman.

"Sit," the woman said almost casually, "Rub my feet."

Jackson sat back on the ottoman and the woman placed her right foot in his lap but then spread her legs wide apart, her hand slipping down her stomach until she began to stroke, pinch and pull her pussy's wet, glistening lips with the tips of her fingers. Jackson stared at the woman's hands and her vulva which parted for him to see inside of her body when she had spread her legs until the woman coughed and ran the toes of her left foot over his chest.