This time it was different.... It only took about one hour on that third day for me to become obsessed with Sarah.... As soon as I saw her face, saw her smile, saw her body, I was hooked. She was tall, she was elegant, she was attractive and she was fit.
The weekend surveillance did not really amount to much at the house, the subjects where away in London from Friday night, until late Sunday, another team had the tail.
My weekend was spent watching empty monitors.
I started my shift at 5am on the Monday, just as Simon was rising. He showered shaved and dressed in a conservative suit, he ate a breakfast of cereal and coffee. His car came to collect him at 6.00am, Black Audi A8.
Sarah didn't stir, she slept until 06.45 she stirred and stretched in bed, spread her body wide across the expansive bed. She kicked the sheet away to expose her languid body that was enclosed in silk pyjamas.
I watched her slowly come to life, the bedroom was dim but the night vision on the camera was good, even if it cast a greenish glow.
She rose and sat on the edge of the bed for a while, oblivious to my observations, it took her a while to move, to rouse herself. She reached for her glasses from the bedside table, put the bedside lamp on, looked at the time and headed for the bathroom.
I switched monitors, jus in time to see her pull down her pyjama bottoms and seat herself on the toilet, she was leaning forward, elbows on knees, she yawned. After a few moments she balled up some paper and wiped herself, she stood and pulled up her bottoms....
Sarah stood in front of the mirror and cleaned her teeth, she leaned forward to look at herself in the mirror and examined her complexion, and her eyes as she brushed her hair... I was at the wrong angle to see her expression, the light reflecting on the mirror distorted the view....
Memo to self... Re-arrange cameras.....
Sarah tied her hair back as she left the bathroom and headed for the kitchen.
With a large mug of coffee, Sarah wandered down the hallway to the stable block, this had been converted to house a gymnasium and a swimming pool.
She took a one piece red bathing costume of the shelf and removed her pyjamas.
This was the first real glance I had of her body... She was tall and slender, with good muscle definition, not masculine, good feminine muscle tone. Her breasts where well proportioned without any sagging. Her nipples erected to the early autumn chill. She had a very fine line of pubic hair that was neatly waxed.....
As she climbed into her costume, her shapely legs raised to expose her pussy lips. It took her a few moments to adjust the costume, arrange the breasts, adjust the straps and for comfort, pull the gusset down, slide the fingers back around the hem to her buttocks.... It was mesmerising to watch.
She dived into the 20-metre pool and swam with ease. Obviously she had been swimming as part of her fitness regime for a long time. She just glided through the water. 20 fast paced lengths later she climbed from the pool, stripped of her wet costume, towel dried her hair wrapped herself in a large white towel, sat at the table and drank her coffee.
After the coffee was gone, she brushed her hair again, leant forward, and flicked her hair forward. With her fingers she ruffled her long blonde hair allowing the curls to form themselves. I was surprised that she did not shower at this stage. I found out later why.
At 07.30 a car pulled into the courtyard, checking the security list I discovered that it was Ashley, Sarah's personal trainer. A tall black guy got out of the car wearing a black tracksuit. He walked straight across the courtyard and into the Stable block. Sarah walked down to meet him. Still just wrapped in her towel, she hugged him and kissed him on both cheeks.
In a slightly feminine cockney voice Ashley said.
"Mornin darlin, how are you today, you look good, have you had a swim yet?"
"Yes just done 20 lengths, saving some energy for you today... How was your weekend?"
"Really good, we went to a party on Saturday night, didn't get home until 9.00 Sunday morning... Just getting over the hangover, ready for some real penitence today. How was your weekend?"
"Same old, same old... We where in London till last night, it was supposed to be a social weekend, but Simon spent the whole weekend networking, it was boring really. Worst part is I really have nothing in common with the other weekend widows, they all come from the same mould.
"Why do you go?"
"Have to really, show support, you know what is expected, have to be the doting wife."
"Sorry about your weekend, lets see if we can cheer you up today... Are you ready for some action? Get your kit on and let's go. I've bought "Steps" today, something cheerful to listen to whilst I take you through your paces."
"Have to be finished by 10.00 today, have an appointment for hair and nails at 11.00."
"Plenty of time, Hour in the gym, Jacuzzi and massage, ill have you finished by 9.30 or 9.45"
"Ok let's go"
At that Sarah just took off her towel in front of Ashley... I thought, ok this is interesting. Ashley took off his tracksuit top to expose his really toned torso he obviously took his job serious both for his clients and for himself. His tracksuit bottoms dropped to reveal a pair of Lycra shorts, tight and revealing.
He took no notice of Sarah as she casually put on a cropped bra top and similar shorts to Ashley.
As a casual observer it was apparent that they where both used to and comfortable with each other's bodies.
Ashley worked Sarah hard over the next hour, always pushing her for one more rep. They had the music turned up loud, and used the rhythm of the music in their exercise. Sarah's body was glistening with sweat by the time it came to cool down. I wanted to lick her all over.
