Interrogation Room B, Central Police Station. Eleven eighteen. Heart still throbs from that kick. But fuck, the memory hits hard. That chick’s skirt. Short, black. Teasing thighs. My cock stirs even now, cuffed to this chair.
It started that morning. Alarm buzzes. I wake hard. Usual porn won’t cut it. Need real meat. Real risk. Skirts in public. The forbidden peek. I rig my shoe again. Tiny camera in the right sole. Modified mocassin. Slides smooth on tile floors. Perfect for upskirts. Blood pumps hot. I stroke slow, imagining legs parting. Cum quick, but hunger grows. Shower, dress. That special shoe on right foot. Drags just enough to slip between thighs unseen. Phone ready to sync footage. Mirror check: normal guy. Harmless. Inside? Predator.
The Awakening Rush
Drive to supermarket. Unknown turf amps the buzz. Adrenaline spikes. Park far. Walk in, foot gliding subtle. Eyes scan: skirts everywhere. Housewives bending. Young office girls grabbing deals. My dick twitches. First target: brunette in yoga pants. Nah, need skirt. Spot her. Blonde, mid-thirties. Tight pencil skirt. Heels clicking. I trail. Heart hammers. Pretend to browse beans. She pauses at low shelf. I sidle close. Foot snakes out. Slides between her legs. Camera whirs silent. Up the skirt. Panties flash. Pink lace. Cameltoe tease. She shifts, but doesn’t notice. Footage gold. Cock strains zipper.
More. Redhead in flowy summer dress. Riskier. Windless store, but fabric flutters easy. I crouch for ‘cans.’ Foot probes. Hits paydirt. No panties. Bare pussy lips. Shaved smooth. Juices glisten? Zoom captures it. I nearly groan. Stand slow, bulge hidden. She glances back, smiles polite. Stupid bitch. My secret high.
Then her. Sophie. Twenty-seven, feisty. Jupe plissée, mid-thigh. Legs toned. Ass round. Aisle clear. I drop for chickpeas. Lowest shelf. Heart explodes. Foot darts first. Brushes inner thigh. She freezes. Camera rolls. Up, up. White thong. Ass cheeks peek. Perfect. Stand, hand follows. Can’t resist. Graze thigh, slide under skirt. Fingers hook thong edge. Feel heat. Her eyes lock mine. Smirk. She’ll freeze like others.
The Risky Grab
Wrong. Fury flashes. Her knee rockets. Smashes balls. Agony rips. Double over. World spins. Security swarms. Cuffs click. Ride to station. Pain fades, thrill lingers. Footage saved? Phone safe.
Cells now. Cops poke. I play victim. Noble, no complaint. But inside? Replay loops. That thong pull. Bare skin touch. Kick? Worth it. Pure rush.
They crack me. Phone unlocked. Shoe cam found. Videos spill. Dozens. Pussies, asses. My archive. Jocelyne smirks. Mathis grins. Game over. But confessing here? Anonymous. No face. Just truth. That grope. Her heat on fingers. Balls ache still, but cock hard typing. Transgression feeds me. Society chains it, I break free. Secret safe. Crave next hunt. Riskier.