The London underground, have you ever noticed how many CCTV cameras there are? About three to four in what seems like every ten yards. They’re all watching you, or are they?
Perhaps not just you, not all the time anyway!
And what of the people behind the mask; them, of us and them. Looking from screen to screen, scanning images, as if on automatic control. An AI perhaps, flicking through images looking for particular traits or behaviours or that look in someone’s eye; a definitive type of grin perhaps or a leer.
And once found, the red lights flash, sirens sound and the image brought to the attention of them. Then they take control of the joystick and start following you around; switching camera feeds when you turn a corner. Tracking you through a street or car park until another camera has eyes-on from a different direction; all in the name of security and safety.
There are more cameras around on the streets that are used to film the Matrix in bullet time.
Then there are them that are bored; on the night shift, watching out for nothing in particular except those left-over stragglers from the trains and buses; late-night revellers making their way slowly home. If they have a home, that is.
Sometimes boredom changes people. They look for something to ease the stress of a long night-shift. Something out of the ordinary. Something different. It’s a novelty at first, but sooner than later they get bored with zooming in on the woman with big tits as she ascends the escalators. Even taking screenshots to share on social media has worn a little thin. Something more is needed.
Us
Melanie and Steve are two late-night revellers that are just about to step off the Eastbound circular train at St. James Park station. They have only just met, as a result of extended conversations in on-line forums and chat rooms. To say their private chats were disgusting and perverse would be an understatement.
As the train hurtles towards the station they are standing up at the end of the carriage, by the doors; leaning effortlessly against the end of the carriage. To mere onlookers from down the train, they seem to engage in heavy petting. Lovers taking the light night train home to fuck each other’s brains out on the sofa; that is if they even make the sofa.
Melanie’s eyes close for a split second as she feels the sudden deceleration, a single word, fuck, leaves her lips and they prepare to exit the train. The look on her face is far from calm. Something is obviously upsetting her while the smile on Steve’s face suggests it has nothing to do with him.
The train stops and they exit it, smiling profusely. Melanie immediately looks upwards towards the array of CCTV cameras that pepper the ceiling. Come on, you fuckers, look at us.
Them
Sure enough, Simon is bored. His partner in crime has just finished her shift and he is left alone for a couple of hours before the ‘stupid-o-clock’ shift relieves him. He’s scanning the feeds for suspects. Not the criminal types, the other types.
He spots Melanie and Steve looking up at the cameras and smiling; his arm around her waist, kissing her. He shifts from one feed to another and then another until he finally settles on a camera that watches them from behind.
He notices the man’s hand is hidden from sight and a leer appears on Simon’s face. His thoughts turn to the lucky fucker that has his hand up her short skirt, squeezing her mounds of flesh and even touching her wet slit, if he’s lucky enough.
Other people crowd around them and disperse in a random display of humanity having somewhere important to get to.
Us
Melanie’s cheeks feel good. Steve’s hand caresses them at first but soon start to maul them in the hope that the movement of his squeezing and her walking causes sensations in her pussy that she can’t ignore. Not that she wants to ignore anything that Steve is doing to her.
The CCTV cameras are all around them.
Melanie’s heart is beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings as she scans them, hoping that someone is watching them in return.
Them
They are lost momentarily, but Simon already attaches the feed from the camera looking down the escalator to the main screen. And sure enough, there they are, in plain view with only a couple of people walking up the outside of them. The man’s hand is definitely up her skirt.
He watches her stare at the CCTV camera and for a moment, he’s scared that she can see him through the lens. Simon watches as she turns towards the man.
Us
Melanie can see the camera at the top of the escalator move slightly as if tracking someone, them – hopefully. She quickly turns to Steve and waits for the one man to walk past them before tearing her top open, grasping his head and thrusting it between her breasts.
Steve laps at her cleavage with glee and without as much as a questioning smile.
Them
Simon stares at the screen. His leer is wiped off his face when he sees the man dip his head into the woman’s tits. His cock jerks and stiffens against his confining trousers. His hand reaches down to give it a quick and necessary squeeze.
In his head, Simon already labelled the woman as a slut as she continues to grasp at the man’s head, pulling him further into her cleavage.
Simon has found his suspects for the evening and very deserving suspects they are too.
As they approach the top of the escalator, he is already priming the cameras in the street outside the station. From what he has already seen, he doesn’t want to lose them quite so soon.
Us
Melanie and Steve fall out onto the street and immediately turn the corner to set off on their way down Petty France. Steve glances towards Costa Coffee, considers going to the loos to purchase some condoms, but decides that Melanie doesn’t seem the type to bother with them. Certainly not by the way she pushed his head into her tits as they rode the escalator or the way she let him finger her pussy while they stood with her bum against the end of the late-night carriage. He still can’t believe how she whispered words of encouragement into his ear, telling him that she needed to come there and then, on the train.
It was unfortunate that the train pulled into the station rather abruptly because he was sure that she was about to explode on his fingers. As it happened, all he was left with was copious amounts of liquid to lick from them as they exited the train.
Still, Steve smiles as his hand makes it onto her buttocks once more as they walk down the street.
Them
Simon catches them exiting the station and walking down Petty France. He follows them as they make a right turn towards Queen Anne’s Gate. Unfortunately, there are no cameras in the vicinity but he hopes that the loss of vision will be momentary.
Simon is fortunate enough to pick them up again by angling one of the cameras down Birdcage Walk. They burst into life on his monitor and he considers himself lucky enough to watch them walk towards the camera.
Us
Melanie decides that there is no way she is going to make it home without a serious climax. A quick fuck, somewhere in St. James Park, is necessary. A mouthful of Steve’s spunk is the minimum she will allow herself.
Melanie searches for cameras as they exit the walkway onto Birdcage Walk. She notices it immediately. It is a strange angle for a camera to make without any reasoning behind it; but then, she knows the reason.
She starts to walk towards the café at the far end of St. James Park; pulling Steve with her.
“I thought you said you live in that direction,” Steve says, pointing with his finger as they turn the wrong way.
“I do, but I feel horny,” Melanie replies.
The smirk on Steve’s face says it all; vindicated in not bothering with condoms after all.
Melanie’s walk causes her breasts to wobble as she strides confidently towards the camera. On their left are numerous paths into the park and all they need to do is to hop over the small fences that pretend to block their way.
Melanie notices the sign to the park indicating a five-mile per hour speed limit; meant for cyclists, not for the speed with which her knickers are going to fall to the ground or the speed that Steve’s cock is going to penetrate her pussy.
They reach the area close to Cockpit Steps. It brings a smile to Melanie’s face, only because it is a place where she has fucked before, not with Steve though, no, this was with someone else and only three days ago.
Melanie stops short of the park bench at the side of the road.
“Here? Or would you like somewhere more private?”
