Disclaimer: I don't own 'em…
Days had passed with very little to no interaction between Sara and Catherine. It had been business as usual on both accounts. Sara oversaw the installation of a new door and additional security cameras around the property. For her part, Catherine had gone back to "work," choosing to throw herself completely into it in an effort to forget (or ignore) the looming threat against her.
Simple niceties had passed between the pair. Meals had been shared. But both women had immediately forged seemingly impenetrable facades to protect themselves from the current situation (and apparent attraction).
So it was on a Thursday, nearly a week after the big mêlée that Sara sat alone in the room she was living out of reviewing footage of the previous day that she discovered one of the newly installed cameras pointed directly at the pool instead of further into Catherine's "estate." She put the playback on high speed to quickly move through the footage. Day turned to night on the tape and eventually shadowy movements off-camera drew her attention. She slowed the playback to normal speed as waves began to lap at the edge of the pool where someone had obviously stepped into it. Seconds later, Catherine swam into view followed closely by distinctly male figure. Sara was quick to notice that even in the dim lights surrounding and in the pool, both of these late night frolickers were naked.
Sara sat upright and leaned forward in her seat. She could only assume that this was one of Catherine's "clients" and that she had "worked" last night. She hadn't recalled Catherine working last night but that pestering thought quickly faded as she watched the redhead swim to the side of the pool with her swimming mate following in her wake. Catherine turned around to face the lean, dark haired man now pressing her against the wall of the pool. Sara grimaced as the realization struck her that she would be unable to see Catherine's face while this aquatic mambo was taking place. That knowledge, however, didn't force her to fast forward through the section of the video.
She watched in silence as the man lifted Catherine slightly and reversed their positions. Unwittingly, a smile graced Sara's face as she shifted in her seat to ease the throb that she was now becoming keenly aware of. Sara bit her lip as Catherine's head fell backwards, exposing her neck to her partner. She watched with rapt attention as Catherine bobbed slowly up and down in the water. As the water rippled around Catherine's tan body and without taking her eyes off the screen, Sara slid her hand inside her shorts. Just as her finger grazed her clit, there was a knock at the door.
In one swift move, she removed her hand from its damp confines, paused the video and minimized the screen. Before she could grant entrance to who was undoubtedly Catherine, the door swung open and Sara sprang to her feet.
Catherine cocked her head to the side, "Did I interrupt something?"
Sara ran her clean hand through her hair and shrugged before shaking her head and squeaking out, "No."
A smirk that can only be described as a shit grin slowly made its way across Catherine's face before Sara spoke again.
"Was there something you needed, Ms. Flynn?"
Catherine stood silent for a moment taking in the flush that was painting Sara's features. "Uh, yeah. I noticed last night that there were two floodlights out on the rear of the house. Do you think you could…"
"Where are the replacement bulbs?" Sara cut Catherine off as she moved around from behind the desk she was standing behind.
As Catherine moved aside to let Sara out of her room, she mumbled, "Under the kitchen sink."
When the lanky brunette had stepped from the final stair and out of sight, Catherine moved behind the desk and with a couple of clicks, saw exactly what Sara had been watching when she knocked.
Catherine's jaw fell when she saw her naked self--in the pool—with who else but the pool guy. Anger immediately flooded her senses but was quickly replaced by arousal. Sara had been watching her and she had obviously been turned on. It didn't take a genius to recognize the signs. Her eyes had been dilated. Her skin was flush. And notwithstanding her attempts to hide it, Catherine had noticed the glistening moisture barely evident on her fingers.
She was smart enough to leave the computer as she had found it, but was formulating a plan as she walked down the stairs with a bit of a bounce in her step.
Later the next day…
Sara was jogging around the property as was her twice daily routine now and Catherine was lounging in the pool. When Sara was done with her jog she walked past the pool and into the house, unaware that Catherine hadn't taken her eyes off of her since she entered her line of sight. She had, nonetheless, taken notice of the fact that Catherine was topless in the pool.
From her dinner conversation with Sara the previous evening, she knew her routine. She'd go jogging, have a quick shower and then review the security tapes for the next few hours. Catherine had chosen to remove her bikini top betting on the fact that Sara would rush upstairs and watch the live feed from the camera that was pointed down at the pool.
When Sara reached her room, she flipped open her computer and pulled up the camera that she had watched the video from the previous day. There, now completely naked, was Catherine. The first thing that Sara noticed was that Catherine was not a natural redhead. She noticed that before she noticed the location of Catherine's hands. Both were busy cupping and massaging the ample and pert breasts that topped her damp chest.
Sara was unaware of her heavy breathing until she heard herself groan, "Oh my god," as she watched one of Catherine's hands slide down her firm abdomen. Her breath hitched when she witnessed Catherine spreading her legs and palming her downy blonde mound. When she saw those slender fingers disappear repeatedly inside Catherine, she could no longer contain herself and slipped her own hand inside her shorts and began to rub solidly up and down over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her sex. Sara felt herself nearing the precipice and wanted to hold off. As forbidden (and as wrong and as invasive) as it might be, she wanted to wait…for Catherine. She observed Catherine's body tense and subtly began to shake. Seconds later, Catherine removed her fingers from between her legs and brought them to her mouth. One by one, she sucked them into her mouth. Sara closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out her own release.
When she opened them, Catherine was sitting up on the float she had previously been lying on and her sunshades were pushed up on the crown of her head. She was staring at the camera and smiling.
Oh fuck was Sara's only fleeting post-orgasmic thought. Now what?
A/N: I know it's brief, but I needed to write something.