I’m 25 years old and have been working for years at a big fruit wholesale market with my cousin. Our family owns several prime storefronts, so financially, I’m doing pretty well.

This story begins about a year and a half ago, when my close high school friend started dating a new girl. She was born in 2000—three years younger than me—and incredibly beautiful. She liked to have fun but knew her limits, so she came across as sweet and innocent.

The problem was her body and the way she dressed. With that angelic face combined with her sexy style, she looked like the kind of girl every guy wanted to rip the clothes off and fuck senseless. My friend was a lucky bastard.

For me, she was exactly my type. On top of that, she was quite friendly and comfortable around me. The three of us had so many memories and trips together that we were all very close. But the more time I spent near her, the darker and more twisted my thoughts became.

Everything changed when my friend opened a small café. She started working there from morning until late afternoon. My job at the market was mostly in the evenings, so I began hanging out at the café almost every day during the week. Of course, the main reason was her.

I started secretly jerking off to her photos—especially the ones where she was wearing revealing outfits or at the beach. My sexual fantasies shifted completely. I became obsessed with her.

I was careful. In public, I acted completely normal. No one suspected a thing. But in private, my mind was filled with filthy thoughts about my best friend’s girlfriend.

She worked at the small café, and her house was nearby, so she often wore very casual, revealing clothes: tight tops that showed deep cleavage, crop tops, short skirts, or tight jeans that perfectly hugged her round, juicy ass. It was driving me insane.

I wanted to see her naked. I wanted to know what her tits looked like, what her ass felt like, and most of all—what her pussy looked like.

That’s when I started researching hidden cameras. I joined some adult forums, watched secret recordings, and got ideas. My obsession grew stronger every day.

After careful planning, I bought a small, high-quality IP camera with a long battery life. It was tiny, discreet, and could record for hours.

The café’s restroom was small, messy, and perfect for my plan. I scouted it thoroughly. There was a perfect hiding spot on a shelf behind the water pump—dark, angled perfectly toward the toilet, and completely hidden from view.

The First Recording

I was extremely nervous the first day I brought the camera in my crossbody bag. But my lust for her was stronger than my fear.

I waited for the right moment, pretended to use the restroom, and quickly set up the camera. It was pointed straight at the toilet. From that angle, the view was perfect, but the spot was so dark no one would notice it.

I flushed, washed my hands, and walked out, heart pounding.

About an hour later, Mia went in.

I sat outside pretending to scroll on my phone, praying everything worked. A few minutes later, she came out looking normal. I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

I stayed a bit longer, then left early, rushing home to check the footage.

Video 1

I plugged the memory card into my computer, cock already rock hard with anticipation.

I skipped the first part where I was setting it up and went straight to the second file.

The moment she walked in, my heart raced.

She was wearing a thin, tight long-sleeve shirt and comfortable stretchy pants. She pulled her pants and purple lace panties down in one motion.

Her pussy came into full view—bushy black pubic hair, plump outer lips, and a slightly long inner labia. It looked incredibly slutty, especially contrasting with her innocent face. I loved it even more than I had imagined.

She sat on the toilet and peed. Then she grabbed the bidet sprayer, spread her legs, and aimed the strong stream directly at her pussy and clit. One hand held the sprayer while the other rubbed her wet folds. Her face showed pure pleasure—eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open.

It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

She cleaned herself with toilet paper, pulled her clothes back up, washed her hands, and left.

That night, I jerked off to the video multiple times. Her innocent face combined with that hairy, slutty pussy drove me wild. I knew this was only the beginning.