This is an erotic STORY. Not meant to be taken literally, or as an account of an actual situation.
The midnight air was heavy. It was a sticky, restless kind of night, where every movement caused the sheets to drag on the skin. Carla tossed and turned in her bed, the door in her room leading to the porch was propped open with a chair that had a large box fan humming along. Her TV was on, but the volume was so low you could barely hear it over the fan. Stumbling in and out of sleep in the soft blue light of the screen, Carla finally uncovered herself completely and let her naked body absorb the tiny breeze. Normally being completely uncovered would make her uncomfortable, but there was no other option.
Jack stood leaning against door casing to Carla's outer bedroom door. He had emailed back and forth with her for weeks, talking about all kinds of things. Carla had sent him photos, some revealing, but mostly fully clothed. She was flirty and smart mouthed. Jack got ahead of himself, he went too far, and she shied away. He hadn't heard from her in days in spite of his endless messages. Jack wouldn't take no for an answer, he wanted what he wanted. After failing to coax her back into his reach, he looked up the company she worked for. Parked in the parking lot, and waited until he saw her come out.
She was taller than he expected, larger in general. Her hair was blonde, lying softly on her back as she stood in front of the building visiting with a coworker. She was laughing about something as she walked to the car. He looked over and watched as she leaned into the backseat to place some boxes, her ass a perfect heart shape leading to those long legs. His pants tightened watching her, the soft arch of her back as she reached farther into the car. It was painfully close. Wanting to get out and take her right there, but that was impossible. She re-surfaced, closing the back door and climbing into the front seat. She turned her head and looked at him. It was as if she felt him watching her. They made eye contact and she smiled a little, and then reached for her seat belt.
His heart pounding, he looked down as she pulled away. Thank god he sent her a fake photo, he thought.
That was close.
He waited for her to exit the parking lot before his pursuit. He made sure to keep back far enough to not be noticed. At every stop, the grocery store, the pharmacy, the gas station, he found ways to avoid her but keep a watchful eye. Jack enjoyed watching her. Her body language as she passed through a crowd of people. Head down, polite smile, the "don't notice me" attitude that most heavy girls displayed. Finally after the gas station she turned off the main road and he knew they were going home. He kept a far distance now, not knowing what the living situation would be like or how to approach getting close enough to see.
After driving on old barren roads for what seemed like an hour, she finally turned into a long dirt driveway. He drove past and parked up ahead so as not to be seen as she carried her things into the house. He sat for a bit, thinking about what he was going to do. How good she was going to smell, feel, and taste. The road was quiet, over the course of the 4 or 5 hours only a handful of cars had passed. There were no other houses in sight, and the driveway was empty save for her little black Volkswagen.
Carla carried her things into the house, now empty since her and her fiancé split. She was a loner for the most part. Unable to commit, and when she did she got hurt, further destroying any chance she would commit again. She did her usual routine, feed the cat, start dinner, turn on the radio. She sang terribly as she cooked. Texting back and forth with whatever guy was on the line this week. She was trying desperately to find something to do that night besides sit in that huge empty house. But...as usual everyone was either too busy or just wanted to fuck her. She loved sex and was nowhere near a prude, but sometimes you just need someone to at least pretend. Pretend they want more than to ride you like a carnival attraction when it is convenient for them, and then leave.
After eating, and doing the dishes, Carla ran a bath. Climbing in with her MP3 player blaring, she soaked in the hot bubbly water. Laying back, staring at the ceiling, feeling the sweat starting to form on her forehead, she whipped it away and tried to think of anything but Jim (her fiancé). Her mind skipped with the songs that played, one subject to another. Always back to Jim. Frustrated she ripped the headphones from her head and let her hands sink under the suds to her waist. She rubbed back and forth enjoying the touch, then slid them farther down.
Closing her eyes and sinking into the water, she let memories play through her head. Lovers, Jim, the way it felt as he would push into her. She could almost feel it. Her breathing quickened, as did her hand. And then... sweet release. She let out a cry as the rush forced through her. Gasping for air, she didn't even realize she had been holding her breath. Her heart pounded as she panted for a moment, and then slowed. She felt the exhaustion creeping in and pulled the plug to the tub.
Jack was dumbfounded. He had crept to the warm glow of the windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carla in her private world. When he came upon the sight of her in the tub, he watched as she bobbed along with the music and her facial expressions changed. Flickering moments of true sadness danced on her face.
Everything was overwhelming, the sight of her so close, being so near her without her knowledge, watching her most private emotions. It was exciting, and fascinating, but then when she sunk into that water ... he thought he would lose his mind. Watching what no one was supposed to see. Her most true orgasm. Now he knew what it looked like. She wouldn't be able to fake that with him. Ever.
Carla moved through the house fluently. Room to room turning off the lights as she did. Her body glistening with moisture and sweat from the bath. Jack paced the length of the building, window to window watching her. A cigarette in her right hand, glowing in the dark as she exited each newly darkened room. A trail of smoke streaming behind her.
As she entered the bedroom jack stepped closer to the pain. The black and red satin bedding was romantic and inviting. He watched as she moved, putting everything in its perfect place. Carla then approached the window; Jack stepped backward into the shadows letting the country darkness absorb him, holding his breath as she looked out directly at him. He felt panic and excitement at the thought of her seeing him. Her face blank, she looked away, reaching for the glass cabinet in front of her and retrieving a bottle of lotion. She had only seen her own reflection, he was safe.
Adrenaline coursed through him. Stepping back towards the glass he watched her rubbing the liquid into her pale supple skin. The throbbing in his pants returned, and he ached to let it free. Her hands continued to rub. Her hands stuck him in a way he had never experienced. They were beautiful. Soft, long fingers with crimson, perfectly painted nails. He watched intently, longing for her to be touching him. To watch those hands on his thick 7 inch cock. He craved it, to watch them milk him of everything he had, and see himself erupt all over them.
