The flight to Paris was non-eventful although I enjoyed Karen’s company. She had never flown first class and seemed duly impressed. It was evening when we arrived and a limo picked us up at the airport and drove us to my apartment. I showed her around as if I stayed here all the time. Sam had briefed me well. I showed her to her double room. “We have an early start tomorrow. Make yourself at home and I’ll see you in the morning.”
In my own room I undressed and turned on my laptop hooking it into a jackplug on the wall. A couple of moments later I was looking into Karen’s room from one of the hundreds of hidden optic fibers. She had slipped off her shoes and jacket and was unpacking her bags. I watched her for quarter of an hour before it got interesting. She unzipped her skirt and folded it onto the bed. She was wearing white cotton panties stockings and suspenders. What a turn on. Most girls tend to wear tights. Her legs looked great. She unclipped her stockings and rolled them off one at a time.
I had my cock in my hand and was slowly jerking myself watching her. If only she knew what her boss as doing! She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the bed. Her bra matched her suspenders and panties, all edged with fancy lace. Her breasts were full with a lovely jiggle. She unclipped her bra and I saw them clearly for the first time. Full and squeezable. Her nipples looked great, they stood out on the end of her breasts as if offering themselves up to be sucked or bitten.
In just her panties she walked to the bathroom. I had to change optics to follow her. I caught up with her sitting on the loo peeing. She stood up and stepped out of her knickers. Her bum was a lovely pear shape as I watched her step into the shower from behind.
Another optic change and I was watching her shower. Her pussy hair was dark blonde and neatly trimmed. As she washed I thought for one heart stopping moment she was going to frig herself in the shower but she just washed efficiently between her legs and around her bum before carrying on down to her legs.
Sam had set up the system to monitor and tape everything that happened in the apartment. Any movement would set the tapes rolling so I knew I could review any of this any time.
I was in for a fun week.
I watched her towel herself dry and then slip into a simple white nightgown. I watched her read in bed for a while before she turned off the light. I turned up the audio on her room and listened to it while I jacked myself off looking at stills off her standing half-naked in her panties. Her breasts were truly magnificent. I heard a little noise. I listened. It came again. A squeak. I turned the optics back on in her room. In the darkness I could make out little. The squeak was coming from her bed. I zoomed the audio in on her. Her breathing was fast and ragged. She was making sub-vocal grunts, “uuh!…uuh!…uuh!”. She was frigging herself. I turned up the volume and wanked myself to her rhythm. She must have cum quietly because suddenly there were a couple more squeaks and she fell quiet. I ended up jerking over the still of her tits. Maybe tomorrow I would have the real thing.
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