As she walked home along the shortcut, a dirt path between two derelict blocks of flats she heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly on her docs kicking up dust, no-one there. Picking up pace she hurried along the path, her shadow in front of her from the full moon tonight. Again she heard the footsteps matching her pace; she stopped, they stopped. Turning around still she seen no-one.
"Get a grip if yourself Laura!" she said out loud as she shook her head and carried on walking home.
She heard the click of an old style camera, ignoring it as she knew no-one was there.
"Mmhmm...Laura..." a deep breath sighed as he watched her from the shadows with a camera.
The next morning Laura was getting ready for work; she looked at the clock, enough time for a shower she thought. Turning the shower on she striping off her pajamas in the bathroom she stood admiring her frame in the floor length mirror.
She scrapped her raven hair up into a bun and secured it with a hair comb; she got close to the mirror and looked at her face, disgusted with bags under the eyes and lines appearing. At 27 she never thought she'd be worrying about lines and bags. Moving on she ran her hands down over her full breasts; examining, remembering when they were perkier. Down across her little pot belly to her full swollen hips and ass, not bad she thought to herself and smiled.
*Click, click*
Laura stood staring for a moment when she was sure she saw someone looking in her window watching her watching herself. She turned on her heels and went to the window. No-one. However her elderly neighbour Frank was cutting his grass, he looked up when he saw her standing naked in her bathroom window. He stood still and silent staring as Laura looked back and waved for him to come over. Frank being the gentleman he was obliged Laura. She pointed to the front door and Frank followed her directions.
"Hello...Laura?" he knocked on the door.
"Come in, it's open Frank." She replied chirpily.
"I'm coming in now." He hollered as he opened the door.
"Back here Frank..." She called from the back of the house.
"Are you okay Laura? You seemed shaken..." he asked.
"I'm better now you are here Frank..." she appeared before him in a towel, which she dropped at his feet.
*Click, click.*
"Laura, what are you doing? I'm old enough to be your grandfather!" he exclaimed.
"I saw the way you were looking at my body. I see the hunger in your eyes right now." She purred as she walked towards him. "Touch me. You know you want to, I know you want to. I want you to touch me."
"I... er...ehm..." he stammered.
Laura took his hand and placed it on her soft breast as her hands unbuckled his pants. They fell to the floor with a metal clang on the wooden floor. His semi erect cock touching her thigh.
"Your body seems to agree with me Frank." She whispered in his ear as she licked the lobe, he massaged her breast.
*Click, click.*
"This is wrong Laura...I can't...you're only a girl..." he stammered.
"Could a girl do this to you?" she smirked as she took his cock in hand and stroked softly, getting onto her knees. She stared up at him as she took the whole length of him in her mouth and throat. Slowing bobbing back and forth on his erect cock.
*Click, click*
He reached down and pulled the hair comb from her hair letting her hair fall down her shoulder covering her back.
"Stop it!" he pushed her away, she fell onto her back.
Frank pounced on her seeing her on her back; bald pussy exposed on as she lay the floor. He grabbed her arms with one hand, holding them above her head, with the other he guided his fully erect cock into her in one hard thrust. Laura let out a loud groan as he fucked furious on the hardwood floor between the bathroom and bedroom.
*Click, click.*
"Fuck me Frank. Hard!" she yelled.
"Shut up, my wife will hear you!" he covered her mouth with his trousers as he fucked her harder.
His paced began to slow.
"Get on top of me and ride me. Go as hard as you want." He told her as he rolled over still inside her, holding her in place.
*Click, click.*
Laura began riding him picking up pace; her hand on his chest, her head back he grabbed a handful of her hair pulling as she let out a loud moan. His hands cradling her ass. She reached a steady pace, bumping and grinding on him as a wave came over her slowing her down. Her body tensing up, he gripped her ass and hips forcing her up and down on his cock. She rode him to pleasure, his hands squeezing her hips and thighs as he shot his load inside her.
Laura caressing her breasts she looked down Frank was done. Frank had gone. Frank died with a smile in his face and his cock buried deep in some twenty something pussy. He died happy.
*Click, click.*
She climbed off him and got him cleaned up before calling 911. She put a short dress on before anyone arrived and shouted on his wife Millie with tears in her eyes.
The ambulance, police and Millie arrived together.
"Ma'am what happened?" the responder asked.
"He came over to make sure I was okay, someone was looking in my window watching me and Frank caught them. They ran but Frank was just checking I was okay then he just fell to the floor and I tried cpr and called you guys!" she sobbed into her hands.
"It's okay Ma'am that's all we needed to hear. We will need a description of the person looking in your windows however that can wait for now." He rubbed her shoulder moving her dress, he looked down her cleavage. "Here's my card if you see them or remember anything. Don't be afraid to call day or night..." he smiled.
*Click, click.*
"Mrs. Reynolds I will drive you to the hospital to fill out paper work and make a formal ID. This way." He motioned.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Reynolds." Laura sobbed.
"It's okay dear. Frank thought you were a lovely girl and would do anything for you. I'm sure it's not your fault." She smiled hugging Laura.
*Click, click.*
"This way Mrs. Reynolds." The responder called.
Laura closed the door and wiped the tears from her face. She stood watching them leave then pulled the dress off and headed for the shower. All the time she could still hear the click of a camera.
She stood in the steam, hot water beating on her back she closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply. She sighed. Her hands touching her breasts, teasing her nipples. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on them. She replayed Franks death in her head. As he came inside her she begins to quiver. Her hand tracing down her stomach she touches her clit, caressing it and rubbing as the warm wave of orgasm is washing over her once again.
*Click, click.*
The next few days were uneventful. Life carried on; she done her usual routines, work, shopping, socializing and such. Then came Franks' funeral.
'Should I go?' she thought to herself. 'I probably should. Not to raise suspicion.' She pulled on her little black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Black leather knee high stiletto boots that left just enough thigh on show. Laura curled her hair and left it out, just the way Frank liked it.
*Click, click.*
The funeral was like any other funeral. The wake afterwards Mrs. Reynolds asked Laura to say a few words, pressured into it Laura stood in front of everyone.
"Frank... Frank was a good man, kind hearted, loving, devoted husband to Millie. The kindest man I had the good luck to know. I wasn't prepared for being asked to speak so let us just raise our glasses to the kindest man ever. To Frank." She smiled.
