[part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5divi/innocent_jilling_caught_on_camera/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
[part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/c5z979/innocent_jilling_caught_on_tape_pt_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)
Sara was finding hard to concentrate in her last class of the day. Actually she hadn’t paid much attention in all of them. But now it was worse. The anticipation of getting a call from the Watcher, envisioning what other plans he had for her, had taken up all the room in her brain.
Before she knew it she was the last in the now empty classroom. So lost in thought she didn’t even know class was over. She pulled out the phone the Watcher had given her expecting a text or a call but nothing. Maybe it was too hopeful to expect something right away. He did say he wouldn’t interfere with her school schedule.
She had nothing planned this weekend though. Surely the Watcher would have something planned for tonight and throughout the next two days. With that thought, studying and homework would be the best way to kill time, she still needed to keep her grades up, after all.
Walking into the library brought back memories of yesterday. She had always been seated, head up in case someone would come by, but yesterday she was on her knees and her head down as she reached between her legs. At that moment she didn’t care if anyone came by and saw. She was already putting on a show for the Watcher, what did it matter if more peeked at her as well.
In fact the thought of a whole class walking in then turned her on even more. Her hand moved faster on her clit moments away from ecstasy. Soft moans slid past her lips and her other hand moved to cover her mouth. Muffled squeals sounded off the shelves as she tried to stay quiet but all the playing from the quad only heightened the intensity. Her legs began to quake, she was losing her balance, then just as it was that morning sweet bliss shivered through her entire body.
Before she realized it, she was lying on the ground, leggings hung just above the knees, spasming with the aftershocks. She was breathing hard, swallowing every so often trying to catch her breath. She just lay there for a few minutes not caring who saw her like that. After gathering herself, she pulled up her leggings and sat up staring into the camera, then blew a kiss to the Watcher.
The memory, made her hand involuntarily move through her hair, trailing a finger down her neck and further to her collar bone. But she stopped right there, heeding the commands that the Watcher had sent, via text, after her little show. She was not to touch herself until he told her she could. If he didn’t call soon this was going to be harder than what she had to go through yesterday.
How could the Watcher open her up like that only to deny her? The shower after the library had turned steaming hot to ice cold in minutes just so she wouldn’t try any funny business. Then this morning, the vibrator was ready to make the magic happen, but then she had stopped herself again right as she was millimeters away from the remote button.
She pulled out her phone again as if staring at it would magically make the phone ring. With nothing left to do she looked for a table with lots of people around, to act as a deterrent, but no such luck. It was Friday afternoon, she was probably the only one there besides the librarians. No choice but to concentrate on her studies, she thought.
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The Watcher had checked on Sara throughout the day, seeing her struggle with his command of denial, watched her look at the phone every few minutes waiting for next instructions. Truth be told he wasn’t going to contact her until tomorrow night. He was busy setting up things and simultaneously collecting his “fee” for fulfilling her request.
At first, it was to be just helping him set up the coffee shop. It wasn’t a big place, just enough room for a couple of tables and two chairs at each of them, a small counter, space just enough for a stack of cups and a few pitchers with a window directly behind the counter.
It looked as though it were the side of a lunch truck parked at the side of the shop. Behind the window and wall was a hallway hidden from public view which led to the alleyway in the side of the building.
There Sara was to enter and serve customers through the window exposing only her upper half. The Watcher put up a curtain rod above the window so that they would spilt as she came through and didn’t show what was behind her.
The window was just big enough for Sara to fit but not big enough to turn much limiting her motions to just pouring coffee and not much else. Seeing Bridge through the window bent over by the front window taping the bottom of the sign, that told of the soft opening on Monday and the free cups of iced coffee to the first 100 customers, he had a desire to collect on some of his “fee” right now.
“Bridge, after you’re done, I want you to come around and make sure this window is the right size and that the camera will catch everything.”
They both knew that’s not what he really wanted but she obeyed just the same. She knew once things had been set up it would be time for her to pay his “fee”, which she was more than willing to pay. In fact she thought she was the one collecting the fee.
To Bridgett, it seemed like ages ago when she was just a pawn in the Watcher’s game, when she was just a shy girl unsure of herself. Back then he had her playing out her deepest desires and fantasies. Her memory flashed to the first time she’d tasted pussy.
Her hips grinding on the masked face while she bent over spreading lips, tongue traveling up and down, relishing a taste that she never knew she craved until that point. She groaned in delight remembering every sensation of that night.
Hands pushing up her shirt, reaching around, pulling her jeans button apart, brought her back to the present. Light kisses on the small of her back sent shivers down her spine.
The monitor to the side of the opening showed Bridgett’s head jerking back with closed eyes. The Watcher smiled and pulled her jeans down, lips following them. If he had bothered to look he would’ve seen the silver dollar size wet spot on her jeans.
Once the tip of his tongue touched her lips and tasted Bridgett’s salty slicked lips, a devilish idea popped up. He would let Bridge know but first he needed to satisfy his craving. His two thumbs spread her lips and he pressed his tongue flat on her clit and slowly moved up lapping up her flavor, lingering on the perineum, teasing to move farther up.
He stayed there circling and Bridgett’s star twinkled anticipating the Watcher’s move up but he stopped instead and moved down. The tip of his tongue traced the curves of each spread lip until he reached the clit. There he twirled his tongue with an increasing pressure the faster his tongue moved.
Bridgett’s legs begin quaking, head draped down and hands clenching the edge of the counter, she was doing all she could to hold out. She knew the Watcher would tell her when she could. Soft, quiet whimpers escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue pressed hard against her clit and flicked up, causing her legs to shake more almost losing balance.
A few more minutes of the Watcher’s masterful tongue upon her lips and she was on her last rope. Knowing Bridgett the way he did, he stopped just short of her eruption and stood up and dropped his pants. He slid his cock under her pussy, the top of his shaft rubbing against her clit, he leaned over causing more friction and Bridgett to involuntarily shiver.
“Last I check Sara was in the library. What do you think about us giving her a call? And having her watch us now while she’s in her favorite spot? Do you think she can stop herself from touching herself?” The Watcher whispered in Bridgett’s ear.
“Mmm. And what punishment does she receive if she can’t hold out?” Bridgett asked, ideas racing through her mind, positive that Sara would fail.
“I have the studio prepped and waiting. Would you like to be the master of it for the night?”
“Oh god yes. Please call her now.”
The Watcher’s face sprouted a huge grin as he bent over to grab the phone from his discarded pants pocket. Not quite what he had planned but this could work out a lot better. It only took one ring and Sara answered, “Hello, I’m ready for you.”
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