Drone
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Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
“All clear where you are? I’m ready to launch,” he said.
“I don’t see anyone close by, so now might be your best chance.” A few seconds later a speck appeared in the sky above the library, climbing fast. “I saw the drone for a second, but then it went too high. Can’t hear a thing.”
“Stop lookin’ at the sky, idiot!” Matt barked back. “I can see you, and you look damn conspicuous. I’m hoverin’ up here tryin’ to see if anyone notices the drone. Doesn’t seem like it, even with you rubber-neckin’ like a fuckin’ moron. Chill out. The roof is about a hundred fifty feet off the ground on this side, and I’ll stay way above that. Okay, I’m gonna try to see if anyone’s up there.” A moment later he said, “Jackpot. There must be over thirty girls lyin’ in the sun, and half of them are naked.”
“Seriously?”
“What did we decide yesterday? A hundred feet was the closest we could get without bein’ heard, right? And that was without a highway close to us.”
“You said you couldn’t hear the drone yourself last night at about seventy feet. You could probably get that close here,” I answered.
“Too risky. A hundred feet above the roof is good. I read a faded-out Bud can from that height, remember? The last thing we want to do is get spotted. You saw the shit we got last night in low light. This zoom lens is incredible, much better during the day. We’re set, dude. With this much light we’ll be able to see if a girl missed somethin’ when she shaved. Hold on, okay? Gotta figure the coordinates so I stay hidden in the sun.” After a moment he said, “Here I go.”
He fell silent for a minute or two, but then, “Dude!”
“What?”
“You know that redhead who usually sits in the front in world economics lecture?”
“Melanie Phillips? She lives in that dorm, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah. Those tits must be real. No scars under ‘em. Pale little nipples. Hell, they make her boobs look bigger. And she trims her pubes nice and cute. The hair color must be real too – she’s a definite fire-crotch. And that Jamaican girl who’s datin’ Jerome What’s-his-name, the second-string quarterback? There isn’t a hair on her body. She’s on her back readin’ a book with her knees up and spread, dude! I can see a little pink. Ah, she’s rollin’ over. Damn. No wonder he’s all over her. I’d eat that ass like groceries. Wait’ll you see.”
“You’re getting some good shots, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Oh, hell yeah. I’m as close as I dare to get, but you wouldn’t believe the images, and all I’m lookin’ at is an iPad. Holy shit, this is good stuff. No action, but still. Fourteen girls buck naked, three topless, and twenty-two in bikinis, and the ugliest one is about a seven out of ten. Pretty good mix of races and body types. Big tits, little tits, shaved, hairy, curvy, skinny, you name it. I need to stock up on hand lotion and tissues for real, dude.”