Hello Readers...
I'm back! It's been so long, and I missed you all. I hope you like my new stories, thank you for being so patient, and for sending feedback encouraging me to start writing again.
Now on to the main reason for your visit...the scenario for this "encounter" was suggested by one of my readers...and you all know how much I love to please my readers! Let me know if you like it...he sure did.
He stood deep in the shadows that night in his favorite place under the fire escape...a creature of the night...most comfortable in the shadows...
He waited patiently...for them to arrive...
They'd first come to his theatre a year ago and had soon become regular patrons. The first time he'd seen her getting out of the limo he'd been fascinated. Her eyes...the way she carried herself...the clothes she chose...very feminine...sensuous...he soon came to look forward to her arrivals....
He'd assumed the man she always came with was some sort of lover... of course there was no way to know for sure...the man could have been her husband or just a "John" for all he knew. But it didn't matter; really, because this jerk treated his little treasure with total disrespect...it was clear that such a succulent creature deserved much better...
So he'd begun making plans to... "Liberate" her...
They'd arrived early tonight and he'd observed their arrival tonight from his usual place in the shadows...their car had barely rolled to a stop when the passenger door burst open and she had virtually exploded from within... pure passion in a velvet dress...angry and agitated...and completely beautiful.
His predatory instincts were instantly awake; focused on this little drama playing out in his alley.
The reason for their argument was unimportant...and he ignored their words...the words were meaningless anyway...it was the energy he craved...the pure raw emotion...he fed on it...absorbed it like a sponge...he needed it like a junkie needed a fix...
And that night it filled his alley...drawing him out of the shadows to feed...
She was magnificent that night; a creature of pure emotion...lashing out at her lover, taunting him out of his cool indifference...mocking him until his eyes flashed dangerously...pushing him until...
His temper flashed...he grabbed her arm...pulled her face to his and said something down low, in her ear...
She'd gone dead pale and then her cheeks had flushed brilliant scarlet...she'd jerked her arm free from his iron grip and slapped him hard, then fled into the theatre, leaving her lover to stand alone in the street... smiling dangerously after her... his fingers stroking the scarlet handprint shining on his cheek.
He'd started to follow her then stopped himself, shook his head and returned to the limo that waited patiently in the alley. He paused and looked back as the chauffer opened the door...as if considering his options... then he'd shrugged and folded himself into his car. The door closed and he'd disappeared from sight...
The Watcher stood frozen...as if made from the darkness that surrounded him. He couldn't believe his luck...the man had left her here, at his theatre...all alone...
He grinned devilishly at the thought, his soft brown eyes sparkled mischievously...the final details of the seduction collecting in his twisted brain as he watched the car receding into the night...
A slow delicious smile spread across his face at the thought of that velvet dress...the way it clung to her tight little body...his hand drifted down absently to stroke his cock... till it was throbbing rock hard under his palm... and his plan had fully materialized.
As if in a trance, he turned and slipped inside...a silent shadow...a panther stalking his prey... Anticipation of the hunt stirred the adrenalin through his blood like wildfire and he was fully alive for the first time in a long time. He entered the foyer and dialed a number on his cell phone, a swift set of instructions... then he closed the phone and quickly glanced around, spotting her immediately he slipped into the shadows near the door and watched to see what she would do...
She was leaning against the wall her forehead resting on the cool marble...her hands clenched in fists of rage at her sides. She was shaking with anger and he longed to take her into his arms right then... but it was too soon, she wasn't ready...so he stayed in the shadows...waiting patiently until she had composed herself...till she had fixed her makeup and straightened her dress...
She sighed deeply and squaring her shoulders, stepped through the gilded doors... he counted to 25 then followed her...
His eyes swept the room searching for her... Ah yes...there she was...
She stood alone at the ticket counter; her soft brown hair almost touching the tops of her shoulders. The burgundy velvet dress fit tight across her bosom... the cold air inside the theatre had worked his favorite magic and had made her nipples hard, they poked hard and sexy through the soft fabric...he badly wanted to give one of them a squeeze but he resisted, storing the impulse... for later... tiny satin spaghetti straps held the whole thing up... just barely...
The package was sexy and soft and he loved the way the dress clung to her slight figure, hugging her curves provocatively then flaring out at the hip...
It made him hard...as he watched the fabric sway back and forth under her ass when she moved...
She fascinated him... such a tiny little thing...and so feisty! She'd not only stood up to her lover, she'd attacked him! Irresistible! She gave the usher her ticket and he slipped up quietly behind her...looking over her shoulder to see if she was in her usual seat...
Ah, yes...the balcony as usual...very good...the VIP box with the private door...it just couldn't get any better...
She turned to follow the usher inside and he deliberately stepped into her path...ensuring that she'd stumble...
Right into his waiting arms...so that he could catch her, steady her...hold her close...for just a second too long... forcing her to look up into his face with those big grey eyes...
He flashed a grin down at her and excused himself.
She smiled back shyly, ducked her head slightly, and asked his pardon; which of course he gave... oh, so charmingly of course... all the while continuing to hold her firmly enclosed in his arms... he flashed the dimples... (the ladies always loved those damn holes in his face)...then he released her, but slowly...boldly holding her eyes with his...his finger tips clinging to her skin as she reluctantly turned away, and followed the usher to her seat.
He stood waiting...knowing that she...
Would turn and glance back at him, completely flustered. She smiled again...shyly...and he grinned back at her, white teeth flashing...all sexy and tall, the slightly rumpled shock of black hair covering his head looking for all the world as if he had just gotten out of bed...
And she blushed brightly, as she thought of him there...all dark and beautiful against the sheets with that smooth olive skin...those sexy brown eyes looking back at her from behind those thick black lashes...that strong nose drawing her attention to the sensuous lips framing that smug white grin...
Her eyes dropped quickly to admire way the fabric of the black turtle neck stretched tight across his chest under his coat... then slipped down further to check out the fit of his trousers...and discovered the bulging hard on waiting for her there. Her eyes flipped back up and locked on his and...
He held himself motionless under her gaze...grinning at her mischievously... then, as she watched, he slowly he slipped one hand inside his pocket and stroked that hard cock...
Her mouth dropped open slightly and she turned a bright crimson... he raised an eyebrow and grinned his invitation... loving the effect this had on her...
She shivered a little and sighed turning to reluctantly follow the usher into the theatre and he remained motionless watching her progress....
God, he loved that dress! Loved the matching burgundy satin strap shoes she wore too... especially that tight little strap that circled her ankle...it looked exactly like a little collar for her foot... delicious... he especially loved the way those spiked heals arched her back and showed off that ass...such a sweet, tight round little bundle she was....
Yes, he definitely had plans for this one...the sardonic grin slowly disappeared from his lips to be replaced with a predatory smile...and the panther followed its prey into the darkened theatre...
The usher showed her to her box, and the Watcher waited in the shadows by the tapestry giving her time to settle herself...watching as she murmured her thanks...till she was completely alone...
And still he watched...observed his prey...enjoyed the way she licked her fingertip before she turned each page of the program...was intrigued by the expressions on her face as she scanned the theatre searching out familiar faces...watched her lips on the glass as she sipped the wine he'd had delivered for her enjoyment.
He was in no hurry...the anticipation was always half the fun...he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall...his teeth dug into his bottom lip as he reached down to squeeze his aching cock, and stroke it lovingly. He stood that way for a moment imagining how it would feel when he finally slid it into her...then finally...
The lights dimmed and the curtain rose and he was able to slip unnoticed into the seat just behind her...
She was so close...he could smell her now...
Damn it...he quivered like a bird dog on point as he struggled to resist an incredible impulse to bend her over the balcony, jerk that dress up and fuck her sweet round ass right here in front of the entire theatre...His cock throbbed painfully as he imagined doing just that...but he held still remaining motionless until the impulse had passed...he could wait...especially when the reward was sure to be as enticing as this one was.
