Part Three
(Miriam)
With her hands still shaking badly, Miriam quickly put her phone on charge and fixed herself another cup of coffee. She generally didn't drink much coffee this late in the evening, but after realizing that if things went as planned, she suspected she would probably be up most of the night anyway. As the moments passed slowly, she could feel her nipples gradually stiffen, and she could feel herself growing damp as the anticipation of what was about to take place began to build deep within her groin.
Soon, Nate came from his room, where he had been couped up gaming all day, and fixed his supper from the meal she had prepared earlier, and she knew it wouldn't be long now. She sat quietly, sipping her coffee, pretending to be playing on her phone, and tried not to look up at him. If their eyes met now, Miriam was unsure if she could proceed with any of it.
They spoke very little, just some idle chit-chat here and there, and Nate ate his meal quickly and soon retired back to his room to game a bit longer. Then, finally, he retrieved a pair of boxer shorts from his dresser drawer and headed towards the bathroom for his shower. She observed and knew that her time was growing very near.
It was the same daily routine that you could set your clock by. When Nate finally exited the bathroom a short while later and headed straight for his room, she knew it was her time.
She stood up, went to her room, and quickly removed her dress. Her big nipples were stiff and rigid with anticipation beneath her bra, and she already felt very damp between her legs. She put on a long white button-up nightgown and pulled her equally long jet-black robe over it. She tied it tightly, and after she silenced her phone, she gently slipped it into the deep pocket as she began quietly making her way toward the back door.
Once in the backyard, she stuck to the shadows and slowly skirted the side of the house as she carefully made her way in the dark toward the small wooden crate that awaited her just beneath Nate's bedroom window. Once she was securely on top of the crate, Miriam peered through the clean glass window and was surprised to see how much better her view was from the last time.
Nate's bed was just beneath the windowsill, and as he sat propped up with his back to her, just a couple of feet away, she could see every little detail on his phone through the crystal-clear glass windowpane.
Nate already had his big rod out and was slowly stroking it up and down as he watched that very first recording of her at the beach. She was sure it was the first time he had ever filmed her.
She had never seen it before, but as she peered at it closely, it was evident that it was the footage from where the towel had blown off her legs entirely and onto the sand below. She had unknowingly spread her legs wide apart in her sleep, only to wake up later and suspect Nate of recording her.
She suddenly wondered if he considered this one to be the best recording of her that he had at this point. She had no idea how long he had recorded her that day or how closely he had held the camera to her exposed bush while she slept. However, she remembered that when she first awoke that day, she was shocked to see a great deal of her thick, dark pubic hair exposed to anyone who may have been looking her way at the time.
But then she realized that there was also the recording from the swimming pool that was a bit more recent.
