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He's there again. No matter what time I get off from work, he is always there. I feel like I have my own personal bodyguard. I don't really need one, my neighborhood is quiet, mostly elderly couples, and a few single men and women. I've always felt safe working the night shift at the bank. Bus stop is at my corner, living in a ranch-style house, I felt very safe. That is until 3 weeks ago.
I noticed him as soon as I stepped off the bus. Across the street, standing close enough to the streetlight for me to make out a tall, dark well built figure, with a baseball cap shielding his facial features from my view. I had never seen anyone on the street before on my way home so it unnerved me for a minute when he started walking on his side of the street as I walked down my side. I slowed as I reached my house, and felt some relief when he kept walking. I didn't wait to see where he went, I rushed into my place and made sure everything was locked tight as a drum. I did not realized how scared I was until I started unbuttoning my blouse and couldn't. My hands were shaking too hard to work right. I decided to skip my nightly routine and went straight to bed. After a few days, I got used to seeing him there. Actually, I would look for him before I even stepped off the bus. He would be there, which would bring a small smile to my lips. Sometimes he would start walking before I did. Of course being a female, I had to check out the rear package. I just love looking at a man from behind, and this guy had an ass that just begged to be pinched!
I finally settled back into my nightly routine about a week after acquiring my sexy bodyguard with the great ass. Slowly undressing, rubbing my hands over my body as I removed each article of clothing. Pinching my nipples, rubbing my hands over my ass, then heading to the shower. Stepping back into my bedroom, I looked out my window. He was there! Staring at my naked body! I ran for the phone, he ran away. Skipping the rest of my routine, I jumped into the bed with the phone and covered myself from head to toe. I listened for sounds of a break-in, but heard none, then drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning, my eyes turning right to my bedroom window, thinking to myself, "where are you?"
All day long, my thoughts went to the man I saw in my window. I must have gone to my bedroom window a hundred times before I left for work. Staring out, remembering. I wasn't very useful at work that night either. Everything I did had to be done over. Not even my favorite coworker, Kenny, was happy with my performance. Kenny pulled me aside during our break.
"What is wrong with you tonight Rose? I haven't seen you make so many mistakes since your first day!"
"I'm sorry, Kenny, I had a bad experience last night." I told Kenny about the man following me home and looking into my window.
"What!? Why didn't you go ahead and call the police?" Kenny asked after I told him what happened.
"What was I supposed to tell them, "Officers, there was this man with a great ass peeking through my window. Can you find him for me? Kenny, the only description I can give the police is that he's at least 6 feet tall if not taller."
"You're right, Rose," Kenny said. " Do you want me to go home with you tonight?"
"No, I'm not afraid of him. Thanks for the offer though," I said smiling at Kenny.
"Damn, shot down again! I am beginning to believe I will never get into your pants."
"Your wife will be happy to know that, I'm sure." I laughed as I went back to work.
Kenny asked one more time about going home with me, after our shift was over. For some reason, I just don't feel threatened by this man's presence. When I got off the bus, he wasn't there. Instead of relief, disappointment crept in. I slowly walked home, looking back every once in a while. Looking for my bodyguard.
Undressing for my shower, I looked out my bedroom window. He wasn't there. I felt a little better after my shower, the tension of the past few days almost gone. Coming into my bedroom, my eyes went straight to the window. He was there! He held a finger to his lips shaking his head. He motioned for me to come closer to the window. I walked closer. His finger slid down from his lips to his chest. I looked down at mine then back at him. He was nodding his head. He wanted me to take the towel off that I had wrapped around my body. I let it fall to the floor. My hands covered my breasts, I stepped closer to the window. He was smiling and nodding. He rubbed his finger in a circle on his chest. I started pinching my nipples between my fingers. He put his finger to his lips again, I sucked on my finger. Popping it out of my mouth, I rubbed it against my nipple, making it stiff between my fingers. Closing my eyes, I started massaging my breasts, feeling the warmth of desire slowly spread through my body. One hand slowly slid down my stomach, stopping at the joining of my thighs. I open my eyes, staring out the window as I spread my fingers wide. He had moved closer, his smile urging me to continue. I placed my foot on the edge of the bed, my fingertips lightly brushing over the lips. Sliding two fingers between them, spreading for
him to see how wet I had become. Pinching my clit between my fingers, MMMmmmmmmm, feeling my clit grow hard and hot. Sliding my fingers inside, my thumb flicking over and over my clit. A calming warmth spreading through my body, my fingers move slowly in and out. Staring out the window, I see his tongue slide over his lips. I slowly pull my fingers out. I rub them over one of my hard nipples. I look at him one more time before lowering my head, lifting my breast to my mouth. Flicking my tongue out at the wet nipple. Circling it with the tip of my tongue. I raise my eyes to him, then suck my nipple greedily, tasting myself. Popping my nipple out of my mouth, licking around the areola as I return my fingers to my pussy. Pushing them in as deep as I can. Looking out the window, watching him, his hand on his chest. I squeeze my breast hard as I move three fingers in and out of my wet, hot box, faster. Pumping my fingers in and out harder, my body humming with the need to cum. Closing my eyes, screaming out as my orgasm hits me. My fingers deep inside me, wiggling them as my cum coats them. I slowly pull them away and open my eyes. He's gone!
I awoke the next afternoon, later than usual, feeling horny as hell! I couldn't believe I masturbated in front of a stranger! I showered and started dressing for work. Opening my lingerie drawer, I forgot to get my clothes from the laundry. I'll be late for work, today will have to be a panty-less day. All the way to work, all I could think about was how much more intense my orgasm was. I looked around the bus, there was no one sitting around me, I slid my hand between my thighs. The heat between my legs made it hard to resist rubbing my fingers up and down against my pants. I could feel my fingers getting wet. I licked my fingers, tasting just a hint of my juices. The bus made a sudden stop. I looked up, the bus driver was staring at me through the mirror, with a big smile on his face! As I got off the bus, the driver said with a wink, "I could have licked your fingers for you."
I made it to work with enough time to get a drink from the break room. Kenny and a few others were there with the same idea. Kenny came over to me with a cup of coffee for me. For some reason, I looked at Kenny in a different way today. We always flirted with each other, harmless fun to pass the time. "Kenny, I sure wish you weren't married."
"Why is that Rose?" Kenny asked, giving me his sly grin that told me he knew why.
"Because if you weren't married, I would take you in a closet right now and strip you naked and have my way with you." I had to laugh, to keep him from knowing how serious I was.
