30 #4
The hotel lobby was quiet and the receptionist at the desk was different from the one in the morning.
It didn’t seem to matter, she was equally well informed as to who Sam was.
He asked if there was any way he could see the grounds again, his excuse being that he wanted to photograph the hotel at nightfall.
The receptionist attempted to track a suitable employee who could take Sam around, but because it was the time when the shifts changed it was proving difficult. Then she came up with an idea.
“We’ve Segways, if you don’t mind going around on your own, I can arrange for the valet to bring you one.”
“That would be perfect.”
Armed with a map of the hotel, Sam set off around the grounds, his eyes scanning every area as he sped up the various pathways.
There was nothing, the whole area was quiet and the few guest staying, were either in the restaurant or by the bar.
Sam stopped at one of the pools further away from the hotel and looked up at the rooms that looked occupied.
They could be anywhere, he thought. He lifted his camera and zoomed in moving from one room to the next in the hope he’d get lucky again.
It was dark now and he knew any window of opportunity he had was diminishing.
He lowered his camera feeling frustrated.
Well, he’d tried at least. He slipped his camera over his shoulder and began to set off towards the bar.
He may as well enjoy his evening, he thought to himself.
Sam looked back at the hotel and noticed a golf cart idling, waiting by the restaurant.
He then observed a waiter load up the back of the cart with what looked like one of those special thermal transporters for food.
The waiter slipped into the cart and the driver headed down towards where the private villas were situated.
Room service! Thought Sam. He turned his Segway and followed the direction of the golf cart.
He came across the golf cart parked outside a small building situated at the entrance of the villa complex.
The waiter was obviously inside and Sam wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing, until he immerged with a heated trolley and started to load the food onto it.
The building was obviously a service station for the villas.
Sam waited patiently to see in which direction the waiter wheeled the laden trolley, then moved into an unlit area until he returned.
Within a few minutes the waiter returned and the golf cart sped back to the hotel, allowing Sam to set off in the direction he’d seen the waiter come from.
It wasn’t hard to find Liz and Jonathan’s villa, it was the only one occupied. The whole villa was well lit but the private garden and pool were at the rear. Sam parked up the Segway and walked around to the neighbouring empty villa. He was hoping he’d be able to see them from the back.
To the hotel’s credit, the villas were as private as they could possibly be, with the gardens not overlooking each other.
Unfortunately, this made it difficult for Sam to get a good view.
They were separated by a hibiscus hedging and the only way Sam would be able to get a good shot would be to push his camera though the hedge, wedging it into place.
After the third attempt he managed to get the right angle.
He could just about see them on the screen.
They were eating their dinner inside, by the patio doors that lead out to the private pool.
Sam took a few shots of them hoping the lighting was enough.
He then waited and watched to see if they would venture out.
It was past eight o’clock already and if he was going to get the damning evidence he wanted he knew he’d be here for a while.
Looking around Sam grabbed a chair from the patio of the villa he’d come through and positioned it next to the hedging and sat down.
It was almost nine by the time they’d finished dinner.
He watched Liz leave from the table and move outside to the patio.
She quickly dialled a number on her phone and started to talk to whoever it was.
Sam couldn’t hear any of the conversation but he caught her laughing and he snapped a few more photos of her.
Liz dipped her toe into the pool and gently splashed the water.
She was only wearing a short silk robe tied loosely.
Jonathan then came out to join her, placing two glasses of wine on the table.
He sat down on one of the rattan chairs and watched her as she spoke.
His knees were bouncing while he sat, indicating he wasn’t comfortable listening to the conversation but it was obvious he wanted to hear it.
Sam clicked away not wanting to miss any possible shot.
Liz ended the call and placed the phone on the table, then picked up her glass and took a sip.
Jonathan spoke to her and she answered him with a dismissive flick of her hand, which only seemed to agitate him more.
He said something back and Liz cocked her head to one side, as though she was questioning his comment.
She picked up the second glass of wine and sidled over to Jonathan handing it to him.
He took it and Liz knelt down in front of him between his legs, resting her elbow on his jumping knee.
She was obviously trying to pacify him. Sam continued to take shots hoping that at least he’d get them kissing.
After a minute or so Liz managed to get Jonathan to smile and she drained her wine, leaving the glass on the table, Jonathan leaned down and slipped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her to him for a fierce kiss.
Bingo! Sam had his camera on shutter speed capturing everything, then he switched it to record mode.
Jonathan went to get up from the chair as he continued to kiss Liz but to Jonathan’s surprise she pushed him back down.
Liz reached for the button of his shorts and popped it open, then slowly unzipped his trousers.
Holy fuck! Thought Sam, she was going to go down on him out here, on the patio!
Sam tried to concentrate as he watched the scene unfold.
It wasn’t long before Jonathan was writhing in the chair, Liz serviced him with obvious enthusiasm.
His climax came fast and the look of pure female satisfaction on Liz’s face gave no doubt as to what he meant to her.
Jonathan wasted no time. He got up from the chair and stripped out of his shorts lifting Liz onto a waiting sun lounger.
He pulled away the tie to her robe, yanked the garment away and proceeded to reciprocate with his own ardent oral ministrations.
Sam sat back from the camera, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and a little dirty.
He’d got what he wanted. There was really no need for him to watch or record anymore.
The evidence was as damning as he could have wished for.
He switched off the camera, slung it over his shoulder and headed back to where his Segway was parked.
It was times like this he questioned his occupation choice.
He’d got the result he’d wanted but at some point this evidence was going to be shown to her husband.
Sam was grateful he wouldn’t be the one who’d be showing him.