A nice day in the sun!

It was Tuesday night, and you had just finished breaking into your friend's house and putting spy-cameras inside. You went home to add the feeds to your growing system of wireless cameras. The distance was pretty good, and you could pick up Bill in his room. He just played video games and drank beers. He sue was texting someone a lot.

You switched to watch Morgan. She was on the couch drinking wine and texting. Nothing really too see this night.

Wednesday came by, and you went to work. Morgan texted you that she hadn't talked or seen you in a while, and that she would like to talk. You ignore her messages. Fuck her, what kind of girlfriend was she. She didn't deserve your company or your attention just yet. It had been sometime since you saw her last, and still more time since you'd talked. But, she had just blown your friend last weekend. You had the proof. In fact, you watched the recorded video time and again. You would shut it off, after noticing you had a hard-on.

At work, you kept your laptop handy. No action in Morgan's house, nor Bill's. You switch to the feeds in your own house. Boy, those were going unused lately. You go home early and set up shop in your den, waiting and watching. Morgan arrives home to her house right after her shift is done. You get excited seeing her enter the house. You almost have her routine down, she goes to the fridge, and pulls out some small snacks. She then would go to her room, and change into her gym clothes. You loved watching her change. You paid more attention to her body now more than ever. You had a pretty hot girlfriend, you thought to yourself. She slips out of her black pants, and white blouse, clad only in her green bra and panties. Like clockwork, she prepares for the gym. She checks her stomach in the mirror. Still nice and tight and flat. She then checks her neck. The bruise on her neck is very small now, and healing, but it was definitely a different color than her skin, more white like a small scar. Almost like a birthmark she developed late in life. Barely noticeable unless you look for it.

When she goes to the gym, you pleasure yourself thinking about her. An hour later she returns. "Time to tan!" You rub your hands together. She puts on her pink bikini. As she sets out her towel, and is about to lather up, she gets a text. She is on her knees and checks the text. Her head picks up, and she seems to think about something. Then, she texts the person back. She jumps to her feet, and she runs to area between her bedroom and bathroom, where the large mirror and all her make-up is. She begins to fix her make-up in the mirror. What is she doing? This isn't part of her routine. She fixes her hair, and pouts her lips in the mirror. Then she went to her closet and pulled out her white cork wedge shoes. They have a white cloth-like fabric, that wraps around her ankles. She looks several inches taller when she stands up in them. You watch her curiously as she goes about putting them on. Why would she need the shoes?

She then goes to the fridge and pulls the bottle of wine from the top. She pours herself a glass and sits on the couch in her bikini. So strange.

The doorbell rings, and Morgan almost jumps to her feet. She hurries to the door, and in walks Bill. WHEN DID THEY PLAN THIS? She hugs him hard, and he pulls back looking at her. "Nice!" He says ogling her in the bikini. What a dick!

Morgan asks if he wants a beer, to which he nods. She goes to the fridge, "I'm just laying out in the sun today, nothing special!" You watch her hand him a beer. Then she goes and gets Bill a towel. She puts on her large sunglasses and they go on the deck. Shit, you know you can't hear shit out there. You continue to watch them on the deck. Morgan lays down into the towel and soaks up the sun. Bill takes his shirt and shoes and socks off, and is only in his black jean shorts. He was never a good dresser.

It is then that you notice how much bigger he is then Morgan. He isn't fit like yourself, but he is big, sort of fat/muscular. A drastic difference to Morgan who had no fat on her at all. He is white as a ghost as well, compared to the tanned beauty. She seems to notice this as well and laughs at him. She must be making some joke because he just shrugs. Bill is sits up right next to her, his legs extended out. She is on the side closet to your camera. Morgan flips over and remains on her forearms and elbows for support, her back to the sun.

You watch as Bill grabs the bottle of suntan lotion and rubs some in his hands. You grit you teeth in anger, when his hands rest on her shoulders. He isn't applying the lotion so much as massaging it into her shoulders. Her eyes close and her head goes down a little, her hair covering her face.

He continues to massage your girlfriend as you watch. His hands rub down her back, and then reach the place above her ass. He squirts some on his hands, and begins to massage her legs just below her ass. He takes his sweet time here. She turns back to see him and shoots him shakes her head. His hands move down to rub the backs of her long tanned legs. This lasts for several minutes. Finally, he says something and motions with his hands for her to turn over. You watch her oblige to his every request.

Morgan is resting on her elbows looking up at Bill who is putting more lotion on his hands. They seem to be debating something. Bill puts his hands out palms open. He is asking her to do something, implying that he can’t massage her unless she agrees.

Your prim and proper girlfriend takes a look around, making sure no neighbors are on their decks. She sits up and reaches behind her back. You realize what she is doing, as her bikini bra straps fall to the side. She pulls her top off and lays back in the sun. Her pert tits standing at attention in the daylight. They are as tanned as she is. Bill doesn’t seem to care to lotion up any other part of her. His hands go right to kneading at her breasts. Morgan is almost motionless as he does this. She is just lying there basking in the sun, allowing this asshole to grope her tits. He massages them fully cupping each breasts, then he swirls his fingers around her nipples. She finally laughs, and you can’t make out what she is saying but you’re sure its “They’re done!”

He moves down her stomach, and his right hand rubs around the top of her bikini bottom. His hands slides under. Morgan’s own hand grabs his wrist. She shakes her head. Defeated, he goes to her feet. This seems to actually get the most rise out of Morgan. Her head moves back, and a smile creeps across her face. He takes time massaging her feet, sensing her pleasure. He uses both hands to individually massage her long legs. He begins to trail his fingers on her inner thigh. Again, he tries to sneak attack her, this time from the bottom, and his index and middle finger slip under the crotch area of her bikini. She sits up on her elbows and flicks him in the head. She then points to the towel he is sitting on. What was she telling him? You wonder. Then you see him rub his hands on the towel. His right hand comes back onto her stomach, and he slowly glides it back and forth over the top of her bikini bottom. Soon, you can’t see the top of his hand as it slides under her bikini. Morgan’s hips move up, and you knew he hit his mark. You could see movement under her bikini bottom as you zoom the camera in. Too bad you didn’t have a camera inside her pussy. He leans down and takes on of her tits in his mouth as he fingers her. Her hands come up to rub his hair as he sucks on her nipple. You can’t see her eyes under the glasses, but her mouth is in a constant “O”. Her hips move in sync with his hands. A minute later, her hips shoot up rapidly, and her hands smack onto the deck. You can see her hands scratching against the wood. The moan can actually be picked up on you bugs, that’s how loud it was. Bill let’s her ride out her orgasm, not moving his fingers. He releases his mouth from her tits, and then they kiss passionately.

Bill lays back down next to her. Morgan props herself up on her elbows. They are talking again, but you can’t hear. Morgan sighs heavily, then grabs the bottle of tanning lotion next between them. She stands up, and Bill rolls onto his back. Morgan sits her pert ass down on his own ass. She is so much smaller than him. She is actually the same height as him, but her frame is minute compared to his. She looks like she could ride him.

You watch her rub lotion onto her hands. Does she even realize that her tits are still out in the daytime air. Though there is a wall, she is now sitting on him, her legs straddling his sides, and its possible that people walking by could see her tits. She doesn’t seem to care. She starts her own massage of his shoulders. He is lying face down. She rubs his shoulders over and over. She pinches the nerve at the base of his neck, causing him to slightly move. She runs her knuckles up and down his spine. She massaged his back for twenty whole minutes. Something she never did with you, but always asked for massages.

If you thought she was at all worried whether anyone could see her, your questions were answered when she stood up. Her top half clearly above the railings of the deck. She didn’t seem to care or notice at all. She stepped to the sides of Bill then kicked him softly, and her rolled over. Bill put his hands behind the back of his head and smiled up to her. She knelt at his side. You thought she was going to massage his front, but she didn’t really do that. Instead, her hands went to his belt. They unbuckled his belt and she unzipped his fly. He scooted up, so she was able to pull down his shorts. Through his boxers you could see his massive erection.

She pulled his shorts down and his dick was exposed to the elements. You couldn’t believe this. What if the neighbors saw. She was acting like some whore, you said to yourself. She squirted lotion on her hands and rubbed them together. Her right hand went straight for his shaft, while the left rubbed his chest. Again, she wasn’t teasing or playing with him. She was jerking him, hard and fast, with a tight grip around his shaft. She shucked it up and down. She looked down at it as she beat him off. She was giving your asshole friend a happy ending like some common trash at an Asian massage parlor. Bill’s right hand went up under her arm and reached up for her left tit. He rubbed it as she jerked his cock. Her pace quickened and she jerked him harder than before and faster. Within a moment, his head shot up slightly and he clenched his mouth. She looked down to see his cock spurt in her hand. Jets of cum splashed out of his cock and onto his chest. She continued to jerk him hard, pulling out every last drop. When only a small piece of cum remained on his cock at the hole, she ran her finger over it, and brought it to her mouth. She licked the cum off his finger with a smile.

Finished with their “massages”, Morgan stood up and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed some napkins and returned to the lying Bill, whose cum was on his chest. Morgan wiped the cum off with the napkins and walked over to the trash in the kitchen. She threw the napkins away, and got Bill another beer and went back to lie down next to him. The pair seemed to nap next to one another in the sun for an hour.

You were about to get in your car and go over there. Catch them in the act of napping together in the nude. But they finally woke up and went inside. Bill didn’t even pull up his pants until he was inside, Morgan on the other hand, left her top out on the deck and walked around topless now. They sat on the couch next to one another. Morgan sipped her wine glass, not even caring that her tits were still exposed.

Bill put his arm around her. “So we’re on for tomorrow!” He asked.
Morgan nodded, “I’m scared though!”

Bill shook his head, “Don’t be, you’ll be fine!” He turned the TV to a baseball game. “You wanna go to the game tomorrow before you come to my house.” She nodded and agreed.

“I just need to call in,” she said. She picked up her phone and dialed her work. You watched her call in sick. “This should be fun!” She was ditching work now? What the fuck?

You were pissed off once again. You paced back and forth, watching them sit there, Morgan topless, as they chatted and drank. Finally, Bill asked if he could stay over. Morgan refused and told him he should go home tonight. He put his shirt back on and Morgan walked him to the door, she was his height again as she took off her shoes.. They made out at the door, her breasts pressed against his chest.

Morgan went right to bed after that. You couldn’t sleep at all thinking about tomorrow. Why was she worried? Were they going to have sex?