I grabbed my glasses and we headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later, we pulled onto the side-street closest to the Williams’ home and parked behind Paul’s car. He had the rear-hatch open and was unloading the biggest drone I had ever seen. He set it on the pavement, between our vehicles. He looked things over, tugged on a couple wires, and flipped a switch – which set the props to spinning. He motioned for us to get back in my car; Kelsey hopped in the back and Paul took shotgun.
He propped a big tablet up on my dashboard, leaning it against the windshield, and pulled out his phone. Several seconds later, the tablet was showing Kasey and me what he was seeing on his phone. He stuck his phone in the controller and told it to connect to the drone. We were live. As he lifted off, he started explaining what he was doing and what we were going to see.
“Based on Kasey’s description, the target area has multiple cameras and motion detectors. Each of these should have infrared sensors and lights. I’ve installed a camera detector in front of the camera lens on the drone – and beefed up its range. When it ‘sees’ a camera, it will light it up in red on the display. I have a can of white spray paint hooked onto an accessory arm. We’ll paint over the lenses and sensors and they should be blind.”
“… and you put all this together in the last 24 hours?” I asked him.
“I’ve… uh… been working on this for a different project,” he said, giving nothing away. “This will be a really good chance to test my rig.”
“Right…” I said, smiling. “How much of this shit is illegal?”
“None of it, as far as I know,” he said, laughing. “Although, I did use a throw-away credit card to order everything. They were US websites though.”
We watched as he flew over the two yards that lay between us and the hag’s. Paul first sent the drone floating towards any poles along the edge of the property. One was obviously a motion light and it was time to find the sensor and try the counter-measures. The display lit the motion-sensor up like a laser-pointer and Paul brought us in close. He hit the accessory button and, seconds later, the sensor disappeared from the display – covered in white paint. A minute later, the motion light went off. He buzzed the drone around some – to see if it would set the sensor off again – but it never came back on.
“One down,” Paul said, smugly. “The security cameras, honestly, should be even easier than that.”
“That’s normal white paint?” I asked.
“I grabbed some with metal glitter in it, just in case,” he admitted.
As he headed towards the next obvious motion light, I asked, “How long’s the battery on the drone?”
“Twenty to thirty minutes. I’ve got another battery but I think we’ll be good. I’m guessing four motion lights – one at each corner of the yard – and two security cameras. Those will probably be mounted just in a little ways from the lights. They’re probably wireless and they’ll need to be closer to the central unit to be in range.”
We were approaching thirty minutes when Paul was wrapping up a final sweep of the perimeter – after having removed the four motion lights and the two security cameras. There had also been a Ring doorbell. We couldn’t get through the storm-door to disable it directly, so he’d just painted a wide circle on the exterior door, in front of the thing. Nobody had responded when the Ring activated so either: they weren’t home, they didn’t have it hooked up right, or it was a fake. Paul made one last pass down the center of the yard and brought the drone back our way. The low-battery indicator lit up just as it cleared the last house and came into view. He still had plenty of power to get it safely back onto the pavement.
“You guys need any ski masks or duct tape?” he asked, grinning, as he loaded the drone back into his car.
“All covered,” I told him. “We really appreciate this.”
“Like I said, I’ve been needing to test it out and had been looking for somebody to try it on. This worked out well for me.”
He closed the hatch, shook my hand, hopped in, started the car, and drove away. Kasey and I climbed back into my vehicle and I scooted it up past the grassy right-of-way that split the block in half. She had me pop the trunk. She grabbed two empty beer cans from the bag I had been supposed to drop off to the recycling place for the last couple weeks.
We crept past the first yard and then realized we looked like criminals doing that. We stood up and just walked the rest of the way to the gate that led from the right-of-way into the Williams’ yard. Kasey strode straight towards the back door, carrying the cans. When she got there, she pointed at a lounge chair and had me move it to the right of the rear entrance. She set the cans down, dug around in a pocket for something, and then stacked the cans – one on top of the other – on the top step – so that the storm-door would knock them over if anybody opened it. Meanwhile, I lifted the big lawn chair and set it back down directly under the window that was, obviously, the one above the kitchen sink.
I hit record on my glasses and Kasey motioned for me to get undressed. I peeled off my T-shirt and laid it on the foot of the lounger. I kept my shoes and socks on. I slipped my athletic shorts over my sneakers and threw them on my shirt. I hadn’t worn underwear. I wasn’t sure how much time Kasey’d had to plan this – and I wasn’t taking any more chances than I had to.
She peeled off her shirt to reveal that she was braless. She threw her shirt on my pile. She raised her skirt and tucked it into her waistband. I guess there were no real rules that we had to be completely naked – we just had to fuck in her grandma’s backyard – so we were ready. She pointed at me to lie down on the lawn-chair.
I got comfortable and she stepped across me. There was still plenty of ambient light to see how stiff her tight little nipples were. I was already salivating. I vowed that I would be chewing on those just as soon as I could get them within range.
She bent her knees, snuggled her pink, wet folds around my cock-knob, and then dropped onto my lap – shoving my stiff prick all the way up, inside her. She moaned; I groaned. I grabbed her ribs and pulled her tight teats to my lips. She protested by shoving on my head but her resistance melted quickly when I started sucking her breasts and, soon, her fingers were digging into my scalp, pulling me from one breast to the other.
I moved my hands to her hips and groped & stroked her groin, thighs, and ass, encouraging her, as she rode up & down on my rod. She had pulled my lips to her own so I slid my hands up her sides and worked them over her tight chest – prodding, pawing, and pulling.
We had gotten a little loud but I didn’t realize it until the light above the sink came on and somebody turned the knob to ease the window open. We stopped making noises but, by this point, my hot little wife had caught the scent of an orgasm and she was like a bloodhound.
I listened, my ears twitching, as she continued to grind her tight twat up & down on my aching penis. I put my palm under her ass to keep our bodies from slapping together but there were still a lot of wet sounds. I just didn’t know how far the noises were traveling. My heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour.
A couple minutes later the window closed again and the light went off. As it did, Kasey came, squirting all over my lap.