The elevator doors opened, and Beth stepped through them, onto the painted pavement of the underground parking garage. Though it was well lit, these things always made her nervous. She was a little claustrophobic, and always felt a slight panic whenever she was inside one. Her heels clicked on the pavement as she hurried across the aisle to where her car was parked; looking around herself for anything suspicious. As she unlocked her door, she climbed inside, shutting the door and locking it within a matter of a few seconds.
Starting the engine, she looked behind her and on either side, backed out and made her way down the ramp to the guards' gate. She swiped her ID badge and waited the few seconds for the bar to lift. Beth hated working late, she wanted nothing more than to go home, get naked, pour herself a drink and climb into bed. These hot summer nights made sleep difficult and played havoc with her libido. She loved sleeping naked, the feel of the smooth sheets gliding over her overly sensitive skin, teasing her hardened nipples.
As her mind drifted from one dirty and arousing thought to another, Beth found she was getting more and more horny. Driving along, the car's air conditioning glided across her warm skin, making her nipples harden even more. After twenty minutes of driving and fantasizing, her body was strung tighter than a harp string and her panties were soaked through. One hand left the steering wheel and began opening the buttons at the top of her blouse. First one, then two, then the third opened and her fingers teased between the lace of her bra cup and her warm skin. Beth rolled a hardened nipple between two fingers, pinching and pulling at the turgid nub.
"Oh FUCK I need to get laid!" she moaned, wishing she had a third hand to reach between her thighs. Or better yet, she wished there was a man in the passenger seat, so she could pull over onto a side road and screw him for the next few hours. If only she hadn't broken up with her boyfriend. She thought about calling him and inviting him over for a little late night, no strings attached sex, but she didn't think he'd come. That was why she had broken up with him, the sex, when there was sex, had been satisfying, but a little too vanilla.
Carl had been sweet and kind, nice to be with and romantic outside of the bedroom, but inside...that was another story. His sex drive was lower than hers was, and sex once a week was just not enough. Beth wanted more, wanted more than just the missionary position.
Lost in her own pleasure and her thoughts, Beth never noticed the car that had been following her since she pulled out of the parking garage. It had stayed behind her, keeping an equal distance until she pulled into her driveway. It drove past and turned the corner onto the next block. The driver waited until her kitchen light came on, then grabbed a duffle bag off the passenger seat, opened the drivers' door and stepped onto the pavement. He had turned off the overhead dome light so it didn't go on as he exited the car. Shutting the door softly, he made his way across the street to her back door.
Crouching to the right of the door, he watched as she poured herself a drink. The top half of her blouse hanging open and her bra cup was askew. Nasty slut, she had been playing with herself! Good, she was horny; this would be even more enjoyable!
She walked out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. He waited until the light went on, then, hurried to the front door. He knew it was unlocked, he knew her habits, he had been observing her for so long; she wouldn't lock the front door until she was ready for bed. That would be around ten.
Letting himself inside, he set his duffle bag on the floor, and used both hands to close the door, not making a single sound. He picked up the bag, and made his way down the hall to her bedroom. From the hall, he watched her stripping the clothes from her eager body. Those soft, ample curves were revealed one at a time, until she was wearing nothing but her thigh high stockings and a pair of black heels.
Those large round breasts were calling him like a drug, he wanted to latch onto those hard nipples and suckle like a child. He knew that always made her come. He liked to watch her come, he always did. When she thought she was alone, he would watch her. Whenever she would pull out a vibrator and get herself off, he always came too.
Those round hips and that succulent ass were aimed right at him, and he felt himself getting harder, wanting to rush into the room, grab hold of her hips and plunge himself deep inside her; but he had to wait, wait until the right time. Wait until she was almost asleep.
He moved next door, entering the spare bedroom. Setting his bag on the floor, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, several length of nylon rope and two scarves. He checked for the key to the handcuffs, and placed that in the pocket of his jeans. The handcuffs, he hooked to a belt loop, and scarves and rope were wrapped together and knotted loosely. Then, he sat down to wait.
Twenty minutes later, she walked passed his position and down the hall to lock the front door. A minute passed, she came by him again, and into her bedroom. The light went off, and faintly, came the low hum of that vibrator. Smiling, he listened as several gasps and moans of pleasure reached his ears. He opened his fly, reaching inside for his painfully hard cock, and began stroking himself. Seven or eight times was all he managed, before exploding all over the carpet in front of him; then, just as he finished coming, a high pitched squeal met his ears, and she climaxed, riding that vibrator for all it was worth.
