Lori Reyes came home from work that day with the intention of stripping, getting into the bath, and finishing the novel she had started earlier in the week.
As she made her way to her bedroom, a sly smile crossed her face. She so hoped her secret watcher was waiting for her.
Lori was good looking brunette in her forties. Curvy body, shapely legs. A sexy woman that drove the men in her office crazy with the short skirts she wore everyday. She worked out three times a week.
But she was still suffering from the after effects of a nasty divorce. Her ex had cheated on her with a friend: A FAT FRIEND. He left her and married the cow. Her pride had been wounded since. She now avoided all involvement with men and took extreme pleasure in torturing them in her workplace every chance she got. She really did not like the tight skirts and black pumps she wore regularly, but to see the look on their pathetic faces as the stared at what they never could have, gave her deflated ego a lift.
The only guilt she had was for the teenage voyeur next door.
Her bedroom window looked out to the house next to hers. The house had been empty until six months ago when a nice family of four moved in and took up residence. One of the four was a stocky boy of about seventeen that Lori gave no thought to…
Until the night she caught him watching her undress.
It was an innocent thing. She had been so use to no one next door that she had stripped down to her underwear when she noticed a face in the window next door. The boy was staring at her, transfixed.
She should have stopped. Should have given the pervert the finger and closed the blind. But she didn’t. She slowed down her movements and stripped until totally nude, and then closed the blinds. She never acknowledged she knew he was watching, and took pleasure in closing the blinds on him.
It had been like that since. Not every night, but she always looked to see if he was there. If he was there, she put on a performance for him. She once even masturbated, watching the boy do the same.
She felt guilty, but could not stop herself. If the boy got his adolescent thrills from this, let him. He was a stupid male anyway. Always thinking with their dicks. Tonight, if the idiot were there, she would use her vibrator and really give him a show.
Kevin, the stocky boy next door, was actually eighteen and was positioned behind Lori Reyes bedroom door waiting. He had broken in that afternoon after school (real easy: dumb bitch had left her backdoor open) and had spent the time going through her drawers and setting up the ropes on Mrs. Reyes’ bed.
Kevin was many things, but stupid was not one of them. Every since Mrs. Reyes had given him his first “show”, Kevin had made her his hobby. He found out where she worked. Found out about the divorce. Found out all he could about her.
Then he decided to rape her.
On Kevin’s computer were countless pictures and bondage and rape. He had always liked the sight of a tied up women. When he was sixteen, he had broken in to another neighbor’s home and tied and raped the woman who lived there. It had been his first sexual experience and he had kept the woman’s panties as a special trophy. Slept with them under his pillow.
Mrs. Reyes was twice as good looking as his first and he meant to punish her for teasing him.
Lori walked through the bedroom door and looked out the window. Damn, no boy.
A hand covered her mouth, and a knife was placed on her throat.
“Looking for me, Mrs. Reyes?” whispered a voice in her ear. “I figured since you liked to strip for me, I’d come over and enjoy it in person.”
Lori’s eyes were wide in fear. She felt the boy’s lips on her neck as he kissed her.
“Be good and I won’t hurt you. Understand. No screaming.”
Lori nodded eyes still on the knife.
Kevin took his hand off her mouth, grabbed her arm and spun her around.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I’m sorry. “ She smiled at him. “You really don’t want to do this.”
Kevin slapped Lori across the face. Lori staggered back. Tears of fear and pain appeared on her face.
“Strip for me, Mrs. Reyes. Just like before. Strip like the skank you are.”
Lori hesitated.
“Move, or I started slicing off parts of you.” Kevin stepped closer to her with the knife.
Sobbing, Lori stripped. First the blouse and the bra followed by the skirt. Fear welled up inside her as she saw the look in the boy’s eyes: a look of lust, and anger. A look that promised pain and maybe death for her if she disobeyed.
