Silently I followed the couple down the street. They seemed absorbed in themselves, her laughing at his jokes and putting her soft hand on his strong arm. They were fresh from the restaurant I had just watched them dine in and were turning down the street to go for a walk down along the wharf. They suddenly seemed preoccupied with something, the man whispering in her ear causing the woman to shudder. She had led more than one man down here though, putting on a good act when the nature of the conversation turned in the direction she expected. Knowing where she would take him next I veered off and into the business complex just south of where they would stop to relax and watch the surf.
It was late at night, no one else around as I entered and walked past the public bathrooms on the first floor while heading to the stairwell. I would not need to travel far to get to where my equipment was set up. I quickly arrived in the office I had been renting. The camera and the video camera were all set up. I first moved to the camera so I could get the shot framed properly. She normally chose the left side of the bench but he had pulled her down at the right side of it this time. It was of the old style with the wood going laterally across the metal braces, and I smiled briefly as the woman's date immediately kissed her, pressing her body against the back of the bench. She responded as any interested woman would, grabbing at him and then pulling his hand, which had already found her breast, into her lap. They continued to make out and then he pulled out of the kiss, looking at her in slight shock. She just nodded which illicited a smirk from him. How little did he realize she wasn't doing it for him. She was selfish, thinking only of herself.
I settled in my chair and began to take pictures as the strong man holding her ran his hand back up her thigh and to her core which was free and open to his touch. Her back arched as soon as he touched her. His fingers deftly begin to stroke her lips, teasing her briefly but then, like any other man, pushing right for her clit, circling it with his finger briefly then beginning to pinch at it. None of this was seen from my lofted position of course but her face was already twisted in the mixture of pain and pleasure she took from the abuse of normal men. The man on the bench continues to play with the clit, his thumb most likely pressing against it now, pushing it roughly left and right as he ground the digit against it while his fingers begin to push between her lips, penetrating her there on the public bench. It was over quickly and she stiffened and grabbed at his arm, shuddering from the touch of his fingers to her g-spot, her juices flowing from her pussy as she came.
I cursed myself. The man had gotten lucky, pushing his fingers upwards at just the right spot. Now she was flushed with pleasure and soaked with her cum. I watched as the flushed look of her face turned to a blush. She whispered something to him and he nodded, leaning back on the bench in a rather smug fashion and letting her slip away. I realized sharply, my half erect member in my hand, that she was coming up into the building to use the public bathrooms on the first floor. My voyeuristic tendencies told me I should find a way to sneak in and watch her clean herself. My lust made me angry though. I stood up and headed for the stairwell, my cock in hand. I quickly reached the first floor and came out just after the door to the ladies bathroom eased shut. I followed her inside.
