The moon broke through the cover of thin clouds, bathing the clearing with it's silver glow. Barely a ripple broke the surface of the lake, the gentlest breeze whispered through the leaves of the tall trees around me.
I checked and double checked the legs of my tripod, all tight. I switched the camera on and looked through the viewfinder, the focus was perfect. The wooden bench showed up on the tiny screen. Just to be sure, I took a quick look at the front of the camera. The black tape was still covering the little red light. I knew from my tests that I couldn't be seen. The luminous dial on my watch showed that it was just after a quarter to eleven. I tried to relax, to measure my breathing. The excitement was building in my body, this was my big chance.
She came into sight, just as she had the first time I saw her. Walking on the footpath that circumnavigated the lake. I pressed the little red button on the camera. She sat on the bench, right where I knew she would. She unscrewed the lid of the water bottle she was carrying. As she took a long drink from it, I zoomed the camera in for a close up of her pretty face. She closed her lips around the neck of the bottle. As I watched her drink, I imagined that it was my knob between her lips. A small trickle of water ran from her mouth, just like my cum would when I shot my load into her. As she tilted her head back and took a long drink from the bottle, she slowly unzipped her jogging top.
On other nights when I have watched this heavenly creature sit gazing at the moonlit water, she has removed her tracksuit to reveal a stunning body, contained in a tight vest top. Tonight, however, I got the shock of my life. As she shrugged her top from her shoulders, I saw that she was wearing the smallest string bikini. I nearly came in my boxers right then. I panned the camera down her body, over her full breasts. Her nipples were already straining at the thin material as they hardened in the cool night air. She stood and pulled her jogging trousers to her ankles. Her briefs matched her bikini top in both colour and size. She turned her back to me as she kicked off her training shoes, giving me a great view of her perfect backside. She walked to the water's edge, pausing for a second to remove her bikini, and then with barely a ripple, she walked into the water. From my vantage point in the bushes I watched as she swam. Occasionally, she would roll over exposing her breasts to the night.
When she had swum enough, she walked through the shallows. Her body looked like pure silver in the moonlight. I swung the camera around to capture her graceful image. She had a body made for total pleasure. Her breasts, although large were firm, topped by the sweetest nipples, now erect from the cool air over their wetness. Her smooth belly showed just the slightest sign of the curve of womanhood. Below this, a tiny strip of hair like a marker showing the way to her most intimate area, the bringer of joy to herself.
