She got off the bus, and started to walk the two blocks home. She looked over her shoulder to make sure she could safely cross the road, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed the bus pull over, and a single person get off. She got a little nervous when the shadowy figure started walking towards her. ‘Why hadn’t that person gotten off the bus at my stop after all he was coming this way?’ Her heart started to beat faster as she started to quickly cover the distance to her house. She got her keys out of her purse, and fumbled with them trying nervously to open the door. Once inside she went to the living room window. She didn’t want to be seen so she left the lights off, and watched out the window. Waiting for the lone figure to pass. She didn’t have long to wait as he was a very tall man, and walked faster than she did. Now he was right across the street from her.
‘He’s going to keep walking right on past.’ she thought to herself. Her heart skipped a beat or two when he stopped in his tracks, and reached into his pocket, and pulled out a package of cigarettes. As he lit it. He looked directly into her window. She could kind of see his face and thought to herself “Looks good from here.” After putting the lighter back into his pants pocket he continued on his way. She watched as he continued on his way down the block past the Miramax phone company van, and around the next corner.
She felt silly for being so paranoid but she was also super aroused. Looking down she could see her nipples protruding from under her white blouse. She could also feel the wetness that had started to build up between her shapely legs. She reached down and gave her nipple a little twist and thought ‘What if he hadn’t gone past? What would I have done?’ A shiver ran down her spine and straight to her already damp pussy.
Shaking her head clear of those thoughts she went about her business. Looking in the fridge she saw only leftovers and was suddenly no longer that hungry for food. She left the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom to undress. She was always an exhibitionist and never closed her curtains when she got changed. It gave her a thrill to think that someone might see her. It’s too bad she hadn’t looked out the window that night because she may have noticed the glow of a cigarette from behind a tree in her back yard.
He could see into her room quite nicely and had been doing so for the past few nights. He watched as she undid the buttons on her blouse, and slid the garment off her creamy shoulders and onto the floor. Next came her skirt. As she bent down to push it to the floor he could see her breasts imprisoned in a white lace bra. Standing up she reached behind her, unhooked it and dropped it into the growing pile of dirty clothes. Last but certainly not least came her matching white panties. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband she pulled them down to her knees. She lifted first one leg, and then the other and stepped out of them. As she crumpled them up to add to the pile, she noticed they were more than a little damp.
Her mind flashed back to the thoughts she was having while standing watching the man. Slowly bending over she gathered up all of her clothing, and put it in the hamper. Standing in front of the mirror she admired her naked body. She ran her hands all around her tits, feeling their weight. They had only a slight sag and her nipples were now quite hard. She toyed with them for a bit pinching one then the other making them stand out. She moved her hands slowly downward over her stomach. It wasn’t as flat as she would have liked it to be, but she was by no means fat. Spinning around, her ass now faced the mirror. “It’s a great ass!’ she thought to herself and ran her hands over both cheeks. Squeezing her muscles tight she wiggled her body and watched as her ass moved around and jiggled only a little. Closing her legs together had only served to make her more aware of the dampness between them. Turning around she rested on the dresser, and spread her legs open, and ran her right hand around from her ass to her sweet wet pussy.
Watching her through the window, he saw her bent over the dresser with a finger running up, and down the wet slit. ‘This is new.’ he thought to himself. Moving away from the relative safety of his tree, he moved closer to the window for a better view, and what a view he was getting. She was using two of her fingers to spread her pussy open for his viewing pleasure. ‘She’s going to get off for me.’ He had watched her before but never had she been this much fun. He watched as her fingers were slowly inserted into her wet cunt. The bulge in his jeans was becoming very uncomfortable. She rocked back, and forth on her fingers faster, and faster. It seemed like an eternity but it was only a few minutes until he saw her ass begin to quiver, and he knew she was cumming. She pulled her fingers out, and gently ran them up, and down the length of her slit a few times. As if to soothe the pouting lips of her pussy. Then she again did something unexpected. Bringing the fingers from her satisfied cunt up to her face she slowly licked them clean of her juices. He could swear he heard her moaning, and he made up his mind then, and there he was going to fuck that cunt this very night. He stole away into the darkness as she pulled up a pair of clean panties, and crawled into her bed. She fired up a joint and soon after was in a deep sleep.
After she had switched off the light he waited for some time before creeping up to the window. He stood there for probably another ten minutes making sure she was asleep. Getting into the house was easy. She hadn’t locked the door after her bedtime activities (stupid pothead). The smell of weed still hung in the air. He went to her bedroom. Gently he pulled the blankets off of her exposing her beautiful flesh inch by inch. She was sleeping on her back, and the movement of her naked tits caused his cock to rise.
As quietly as he could, he raised one hand over her head, and secured it in a fur lined handcuff. Pulling it through the bar of her headboard he secured her other hand. Noticing the rather small roach in the ashtray he thinks to himself ‘Damn this must be some good weed.’ Surprised that her breathing has barely even changed he reaches down, and begins to fondle the breast closest to him. The nipple slowly swells under his touch, and she begins to stir. Slowly she wakes up, and looks over at the shadowy figure. She blinks a few times to make sure she isn’t dreaming some horrible dream. She wants to rub her eyes, and realizes that she can’t move her arms. Her mouth opens, and she screams. A hand is quickly clamped over her mouth while another slaps her quite hard across the face. “Scream again bitch and it will be the last thing you ever do!” To illustrate his point he covers her nose as well. As she struggles against her attacker all that can be heard is the noise of the chain against the metal headboard.
After a minute of her thrashing he sits astride her chest ,and slaps her again. “If you promise not to scream I will let go, and you can breathe otherwise you’ll be dead. Do you understand?” All she could do was stop resisting, and nod her head yes. He moved his hand only an inch away from her mouth, and she quickly sucked in several deep breaths.
