decided to change the perspective on teh outting  

rm_avezes2004 49M
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6/22/2006 10:58 am
decided to change the perspective on teh outting


There is this one couple that comes into the bar about once a month that just totally feed my voyeuristic side. They appear to be in their mid 20s and I don’t know how they got here, though I have my suspicions as you will see.
I happened to be in the office watching my new bartender when I noticed him come to her bar. As soon as my eyes caught him I promptly scanned all th other cameras. She will be here soon. She always comes in after him.
I keep the door camera on the 1st large screen and the side bar on the second.
Dressed to the tee, she floats in with an elegance that could deceive even god himself. I train the camera on her to watch the game begin. The first thing she does is scout for her husband making sure to stick to the shadows so that he wont notice her arrival. She knows that he is waiting wondering when she will be here. he always gets over anxious and ruins the game if he knows she is there.
She takes her time to scope out a good target and waits until he is completely out of view of her husband. She starts walking over to the dark corner with the light bouncing off the walls and tables creating an intricate dance of silhouettes. Just before she gets to the new toy, she pull out her cell phone and dials her husbands number. All the while feeling the electricity of actually pulling of the game build on every inch of her skin.
(Man I am glad I had these cameras installed)
The toy catches her stalking him and grabs her in a deep passionate kiss without a word. Momentarily she forgets that the game is as much for her husband is it is for her. Reality splashes her as she realizes the intensity with which this game is materializing. She presses send on the phone and leaves it half out of her pocket.
He answers the phone and looks around. The sweat forming on his head. I can taste his excitement all the way in the office. The air in the whole bar just got electric. I can see from the scene on the other monitor what he is hearing above the rumble of our Wednesday crowd. A moan that he knows all to well. A grunt from the toy as she pulls him in closer and nibbles his neck leaving him wonder if she will cause pleasure or pain.
The husband slowly walks around the bar looking in every corner at every couple playing until he sees familiar hair. He grabs a table where he knows she can see him and their eyes meet as she bites the lower lip of her new toy.
An approving smile comes across his face and now they are both on one camera.
The toy is oblivious as she reaches down and hangs up her phone. His hands and mind are too occupied with the inside of her blouse.
Just then my new bartender comes into the office out of change. I impatiently fumble around and give her 100 singles and turn back to my cameras. They are not there. All 3 have disappeared. I search pointlessly though all 13 of my cameras in the bar, but I know they are gone. They never hang around too long.

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