The Watcher

The shot lands on a busted shed at sunrise. Inside, a homeless guy's boots poke out from under a tarp; trash and take-out boxes litter the dirt around him. He shoves the tarp off and sits up, daylight cutting through the door slats, his face still hidden under a hood. He digs through the junk, grabs an old sticky porn mag, and starts flipping the pages with a low grunt. Hours later he's posted on the curb, begging change, but everyone walks past. We jump to his filthy sneakers scuffing the roadside, a tall brown-bagged can in his hand. He spots a park entrance and heads in. Deeper in, he settles against a fence to finish the magazine. A girl's laugh cuts through the trees. He creeps closer. Through the brush he sees Jenny and Paul, a new couple, fooling around on a blanket. She's a brunette with natural tits, college age, same as him. Paul's trying to strip her; she's giggling, nervous about getting caught outside. He tells her to relax, says the back of the park is dead quiet. She teases him for being a bad influence but keeps kissing him. Eventually Paul gives up and says they should just fuck at his place, and Jenny's all for it. They pack up and leave while the hooded man watches. We catch a dirty POV of them walking into Paul's house, door left cracked. The man slips inside. He hears moans, follows the sound to the bedroom, and peeks in. Paul is yanking Jenny's top off; she's already working his belt loose, jerking him with a grin. Paul begs for head, but Jenny spots twigs in his shorts and laughs, telling him they should shower first so he can do whatever the hell he wants after. They rush out naked, missing the man who ducks around the corner. Once the shower starts, he sneaks into the bedroom and hides in the closet. Moments later Jenny and Paul come back in, still wet and horny. They go straight to it on the bed, unaware he's inside the closet, watching every move.