The New Neighbour -- Part 8
The week following Charlene's departure was somewhat tense as Charlene's husband Bill was unwilling to accept that his wife had left him. Bill had involved the police who were skeptical that there was something sinister about her departure, but after going over the note she had left Bill and a blunt discussion with the three college kids mentioned in the note they were convinced that she had left of her own volition. The police had seen fit to interview anyone who had some interaction with Charlene over the month preceding her departure.
A detective had requested the old man make his way to the local police station to be interviewed. While the urge to leave town was high he had readily accepted. The police had questioned him about Charlene working at his home. He had calmly informed the police that he had needed an interior decorator and that it was her husband who had approached him at a neighbourhood party. He told the police that there was nothing unusual about her behavior in the days leading up to her leaving. The detective had no reason to doubt the old man and thanked him for coming in. A few days later the police informed Bill that the file was closed gently encouraging him to get on with his life.
On the way home the old man thought about the number of times he had been interviewed by police about missing married women. He worried that one day someone would begin to make the connections which would lead to a deeper dive into his past. He knew that his time pursuing desirable married women had an expiry date and that overstaying his welcome in any one location was dangerous. Logically he knew that he should wait a few more weeks, put his home up for sale and head for greener, less risky, pastures but the image of Amanda Prescott was seared into his brain. He had become obsessive with his desire to possess her in every way imaginable but knew deep down that he needed to be patient.
Two weeks later after the neighbourhood gossip finally quieted the old man decided to venture out and found himself attending the community center country dance night. Thanks to Charlene the old man knew that he would find the Prescott's at that event. As he entered the large hall he noticed upwards of a hundred people standing comfortably around a sizeable wooden dance floor that took up more than half of the community center. At one end, amid bright lights, sat a disc jockey on an elevated stage playing an array of different types of country and western music. The old man immediately noticed a lithe curvy figure stretched on tiptoes attempting to make a request to the DJ who was leaning down towards her to hear. The old man's eyes traveled the length of the female beauty from her long slender legs to rounded hips and semi-protruding buttocks displayed in her stretched position.
She wore black shiny cowboy boots that reached halfway between her knees and ankles, a black pleated skirt that fell to just above her knees, a black and gold embroidered blouse and a beige Stetson cowboy hat that contained luxurious thick flowing auburn hair. The old man began to harden as he took in the backside of Amanda Prescott and hardened completely as the busty beauty turned to head back out on the dance floor where her husband George stood waiting. Her western blouse contained two buttoned pockets that were each centered over each of her prominent breasts that were challenging the strength of the material to its limits. The old man noticed that Amanda had the top two buttons of her blouse unbuttoned. The DJ must have gotten one helluva look at her cleavage the old man thought his mind going into overdrive.
The old man turned towards the wall and adjusted his erection. He repeated to himself that he must be patient and carry out a plan that he had already given considerable thought to. The old man began a slow walk around the perimeter of the dance floor testing his abilities on each person he passed knowing that he would miss more than a few who were at the restroom or outside having a smoke. After making the rounds he noted that there were about two dozen people who he was able to mentally infiltrate with his abilities. Most were men with only five women. Thankfully Amanda Prescott was one of the five women and her husband George one of the men although he could not yet tell how strong his control would be.
On his second pass around the community center he took a bit more time with those identified in the first pass. A few stood out. One man, Phil Lucas, was a fifty-three year old down on his luck who lived at a local shelter because of an alcohol addiction. He personally knew and liked Amanda Prescott who regularly visited the shelter as a registered nurse to check up on its occupants to administer medications and mental and moral support. Phil looked like a hippy biker with his mustache and beard and portly physique. The old man learned that Phil had the hots for Amanda and often fantasized about waking up at the shelter in the middle of the night with Amanda, naked and panting riding his substantial cock as he kneaded her big breasts. The old man smirked wondering what she would think if she knew his fantasies. I'm guessing that would be the end of the dances.
A second person who caught the old man's attention was an amazon like woman who resembled a man rather than a woman -- Marcia Billings. Marcia was not pretty and was just under six feet tall and had shoulders like a football player. The only indicator that she was in fact a woman were her substantial breasts which rivalled those of Amanda Prescott. The old man smiled when his abilities informed him that Marcia was a closet lesbian who lusted after a few women attending the dance. Amanda Prescott was at the top of her list. Her fantasies made the fantasies of Phil Lucas look tame in comparison. Marcia fantasized about turning Amanda into a raging lesbian like herself where they would both vigorously explore each others' bodies using a wide variety of drugs and sex toys to heighten the pleasure. One of Marcia's fantasies involved capturing Amanda and submitting her to bondage and forced orgasms. That shocked the old man to his core and explained the predatory look that Marcia sent Amanda's way. The interesting thing was that Marcia was also a nurse who worked with Amanda. Amanda had no clue that her coworker friend could prove more dangerous to her than any man present.
The last person that intrigued the old man was Dennis Wong an eighteen-year-old over-weight ordinary looking Asian who had a thing for beautiful married women. He had read everything he could about pleasuring a woman on the internet even though he remained a virgin. All he had to do was to figure out how to practice what he had learned on a real woman. He always carried an iPhone with him and had dozens of photos of Amanda Prescott which he used to masturbate. He visited websites that allowed him to photoshop Amanda's face onto other female bodies creating a large number of sexual photos and videos that appeared to be Amanda at first glance. Dennis's only problem was that he had no idea what she actually looked like naked. He constantly obsessed about how to go about obtaining naked photos of her.
On the second pass the old man came across two identical looking men, John and Jake Baker, who looked as if they had just been released from prison. The old man hadn't been able to use his abilities on them the first time but on the second pass he was able to access the mind of Jake Baker. It turned out that they were twins and had actually been released from prison two weeks earlier. They had served seven years each for the kidnap and sexual abuse of a woman but law enforcement had been convinced that there had been many more but they had no evidence to substantiate that claim. Since their release they had been working for a local construction company and were temporarily staying at the same shelter as Phil Lucas. The first time they had seen Amanda at the shelter they had immediately lusted after her and planned to kidnap her for their pleasure but had decided to hold off since they were required to see a probation officer once a week and were required to wear ankle bracelets to track their movements for the next six months. It was just too risky Jake had told his brother but they promised that if an opportunity presented itself that they were prepared to act upon it.
The old man had held onto Jake a few seconds too long and in a semi-paralyzed state Jake's grip on his beer bottle released and the bottle dropped and shattered on the floor. The old man withdrew immediately. The center quieted as everyone turned and looked in Jake's direction.
"Sorry everyone," he said apologetically as a maintenance person came by to clean it up.
Jake had looked up and seen Amanda across the dance floor standing with her husband waving at him. Jake waved back thinking about the things he would like to do to her. His brother John saw the look he gave Amanda and laughed.
"Imagine having that fucking babe under the covers?" he asked.
Jake just turned and looked at his brother then back to Amanda. "Yup!!!" he added.
The old man turned his attention to the dance floor and saw that Amanda Prescott was dancing a two-step with a plain looking man he hadn't seen before. He was about her age at first glance but was much taller, thin and appeared to be a good dancer as Amanda was smiling as the two danced around the floor the man twirling and spinning her just the way she liked. When the dance ended the old man watched as Amanda's dance partner bowed gentlemanly to her and moved towards where the old man was standing. Amanda made her way back to her husband who danced most dances with her.
As the plain man passed him the old man attempted to use his abilities and swept in without an issue. The old man smiled as the man turned and looked back at Amanda. The old man just about choked when an image of the plain looking man dancing with Amanda formed in his head. In the fantasy image Amanda wore her cowboy boots, cowboy hat, and the same blouse but held wide open braless with breasts swaying freely with hard extended nipples. The plain looking man sported a sizable erection which stood visible to Amanda who stared lustily at it. The old man released him. Quite a group of people he thought. The old man learned that he was not the only one who fantasized about the gorgeous Amanda.
Over the next few hours the old man used his dancing skills (learned a few decades earlier) to request dances with a number of women of all ages from early twenties to late sixties. Given the social nature of the event no one refused. The old man, particularly in slower dances, always moved his right hand to rest just above his partners' left buttock. While all seemed surprised only a few (usually the younger women) physically grabbed his hand and moved it up higher to their waist. The old man apologized a few times telling the women who had moved his hand that that was how he had learned. There were no complaints.
The old man took a deep breath and walked up to Amanda Prescott requesting the next dance which had just begun. It was a slow dance. The old man held out his right hand. She turned and looked at her husband who just nodded. She placed her hand in his and he led her to the far side of the crowded dance floor away from prying eyes. The DJ had lowered the lighting which was expected when the pace of the dance was slow.
The old man held Amanda in a close contact embrace as he danced with her. He had placed his right hand atop her right buttock which she immediately removed and placed it at her waist. He quickly apologized telling her the same explanation he had given other women which she graciously accepted.
Halfway through the song he used his abilities to enter her mind and moved his right hand back down but this time much lower feeling and kneading her rounded left buttock. He felt her struggling and pounding on the mind room but he was confident he had her under control. He then moved his left hand to her right buttock and pulled her hips forward so that she could feel his erection which had come to life. He gripped and kneaded her ass positioning her crotch so that it pressed against his length. For a moment the old man wondered if he could fuck her right there on the floor when he was caught off guard with a fierce pounding on the mind room that caused him to momentarily lose his grip on her. He hadn't been paying close enough attention and she had almost managed to free herself. She let out a brief yell to stop. He was struggling to keep her confined when he caught movement to his right.
"Getting your hands off her you fucking bastard!" yelled her husband who had balled his fist and directed it at the old man's head. The fist connected solidly and the old man lost consciousness before he crumpled to the ground his head slamming to the unforgiving hardwood floor.
Screaming ensued, and people yelled for someone to call 911 and the police. The old man was seen to by paramedics who carried him to a waiting ambulance and to the nearest hospital. The police had placed George in handcuffs, seated him in the back seat of the cruiser and carted him off to jail where he would wait for almost two days as bail was arranged by his lawyer.
The old man awoke the following day in a local hospital bed in a private room. A nurse stood alongside his bed adjusting the drip rate of the tubes that ran from a plastic bag suspended on a steel tripod into his arm. He tried to sit up but the nurse gently pushed him back down.
