I didn't see Tom for a little while after that first "recording session." I texted him two days later, then again after three. Four days later he responded: Sorry been busy. Roped into a work dinner with my girlfriend at the country club.
My shift had just ended when he sent the text. I was straddling my bike by the rack outside the coffee shop, looking at the phone. Getting back to my apartment would take fifteen minutes, but the country club was only twenty minutes away.
Besides, I had the next day off. Spying on Tom and his girlfriend sounded fun. I put my phone in my bag and started west, toward the edge of town. It was around six o'clock in the evening, so most of the post-work rush had ended. There wasn't too much traffic, and I had plenty of time to daydream about what Tom and I had done in my apartment earlier in the week.
I rode to the woods at the edge of the club. There was a dirt trail that must have been known about by everyone except the country club owners. I had used it before to sneak into the place with boyfriends, and, once, a girlfriend.
I had to walk my bike through the trees because the trail was narrow, but I didn't have to go far and there wasn't anyone else out there that day. I finally reached the hole in the club fence. I parked my bike in some shrubs and gave my appearance a quick once over.
I took a hand mirror out of my bag. My makeup still looked fine--you could hardly tell I had worked except for the smell of coffee beans, which, if anything, helped cover up the fact that I had sweated a little during the ride over. I was wearing a red t-shirt from a college I had applied to but never taken a class at. I also had on jean shorts that left very little to the imagination.
Hardly country club attire, but it's what I had. In the end, all I could do was reapply deodorant and straighten out my hair, which was tied back in a ponytail. I snuck through the hole in the fence.
On the other side of the fence were more trees. These had more space between them, and the lawn was well manicured and free of any twigs or debris. I walked to the edge of these trees and hid behind a trunk. Down a small slope, I could see the country club, and the tables set out in front of it.
About fifty well-dressed people wandered between tables where food and drinks were laid out. Everyone there looked the same, so it took me a while to find Tom, since he was dressed for the occasion, probably as his girlfriend wanted him to be.
She was talking to a coworker, a black man who stood about a foot taller than Tom and two feet taller than her. He had a gold watch on his wrist, and his head was shaved. He kept smiling and Tom's girlfriend kept laughing, while Tom himself stared into the distance, bored.
I tried to get his attention, waved a little, but he couldn't see me. I took my phone out of my bag and texted him. I saw him touch his pocket where the phone had vibrated then excuse himself into the country club, probably to "go to the bathroom."
How exciting. I could get into the club through a back door, meet him in the bathroom, and probably get him to ditch his girlfriend for the night, and forever. I was a little surprised he had interest in her at all after he had throat-fucked me upside down on my bed.
Maybe that didn't prove as much as I thought, but a girl who wasn't afraid to kneel on a bathroom floor or take it from behind in a stall would have to be a keeper, right?
I was getting ready to move further down the tree line, toward the back door of the club, when his girlfriend started walking toward me, and her coworker followed.
Now this was more interesting. I silenced my phone and put it in my back pocket.
I moved further back into the trees and watched them enter the woods. I followed them from a distance, careful not to be seen or heard.
The pair walked all the way to the fence, not far from the hole I had come in through.
Now that I could see her more closely, I felt better about not stealing Tom after our first encounter.
His girlfriend was short, with very wide hips. She wore a white dress with a brown sash around the center, and her brown hair fell past her shoulders. Her face was smooth and pretty, but her eyes were hidden by a pair of wide, dark sunglasses. She was at least a C-cup, maybe more.
There was a type of girl I thought of as "the kind men want to put a kid in" and she fit the model perfectly. Not that I thought Tom was the type to want kids.
While I was thinking this over, her coworker kissed her. She giggled and pulled away, backed toward the fence with her hands behind her back. Her butt rattled the metal, and she gasped in mock surprise.
I took out my phone and started snapping pictures.
He kissed her again, pinned her against the fence. She kissed back, and he reached under her dress to grab one of her breasts. The fabric slid up with his arm, and I saw her panties peek out: light blue printed with yellow ducks. Not what I had expected, but very cute.
In any case, it made a good picture.
Her coworker pulled aside the panties and started to finger her while she unzipped his slacks. His cock fell out, and he began to finger her harder. She pressed her face into his bicep and bit while stroking his cock. It was only half hard, and I was still a distance away, but I could tell he was large. Not the biggest I'd seen, but bigger than Tom.
They were distracted enough for me to move up to the next closest tree.
He pulled her panties down and she gasped, smiled. He smiled back and threw the panties over his shoulder.
