She sighed, feeling the sand between her toes and watching the last few rays of sunlight reflecting off of the cresting waves. The sea was as calm as she was. She was taking her last, nightly walk along the briny coast before setting off to bed, the same as every night. She looked up and down the shoreline, smiling as she saw no people.
The sun dipped lower past the horizon and she untied her swimsuit top, letting it fall into her open hands. She sighed, bathed in the near purple and pink light of a fading sun as she felt the spray of a fresh wave splash over her bare chest, tickling her breasts and arousing a small arch of her back and a large grin. She sighed and continued walking along the shore until she found her spot, a small nook in the rocks where the ground was covered in smooth pebbles, making it a prime spot for sitting and watching the sea. She climbed a small outcropping and nestled into the nook.
When there was less than a sliver of sunlight left on the horizon, she untied her bottoms and slid them off as well, sighing happily at the feeling of being naked on the beach. The weather was pleasant this time of year, and she loved feeling naughty when there was no one else around. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as she listened to the gentle crashing of waves and feeling the brine hit her soft, naked skin.
After a while of relaxing, she opened her eyes and found that she was incredibly wet; and not just due to the sea spray. She bit her lip softly, running her hand up her slick stomach to her chest, tweaking her nipple and releasing a soft yelp of pleasure and sighed happily, nestling into the nook deeper. Her hand snaked down her torso, across her pelvis, and was just lightly teasing the place she most wanted to touch.
When, suddenly, she heard it. Almost inaudible, the shifting of rocks. She looked around and saw nothing. Frowning, and in precaution, she pulled her bottoms back on and tied them. She'd continue her alone time in her home. She picked up her top and clambered down the rocks, looking across the moonlit beach. She was still alone, as she'd thought. Perhaps she was just paranoid. But there it was again. The soft squishing of sand underfoot, even if she wasn't moving. A chill ran up her spine. Someone was there.
She moved swiftly across the beach, back to her home, up on one of the rocky cliffs by the sea. It wasn't the safest place, especially in the event of a tsunami or storm or some other disaster mother earth would throw at her, but it was a beautiful thing. Most was painted a dark blue, but the side exposed to the sea was a lighter blue, worn by waves and salt. She climbed up a familiar path, worn by constant use, up the rocks and to her door. She slipped inside, listening to the comforting click of the door shutting and sighed happily, throwing off her bottoms unceremoniously.
She was already worked up again, teasing her clit softly with gentle yelps, but she would have time later. She wanted to be able to relax. She made her way up the stairs to the bathroom and ran the tap, pouring some bubble bath liquid in and smiling in satisfaction as the bubbles began to fill up the tub, matching the white ceramic vessel as she sat next to the water. No use cooling the warm water with her body until it was full. Taking this time to fully relax her body, she ran her hands from her her collarbone, along her breasts, teasing her nipples for a moment, down her stomach and pelvis and finally met her soft, wet entrance.
Figuring it was long enough and far more than enough teasing, she slipped one finger into herself gently, moaning gently as she slowly worked it in and out. She took her glasses off and set them on a side table, moaning and running a hand through her shoulder-length hair as she groaned and grunted, adding a second finger. She began panting and moaning, feeling her body heat up almost as hot as the tub when there was the noise. The noise that implied she was being tracked. But this time, it was the comforting sound of the front door clicking shut.
The sound was no longer comforting.
She quickly turned off the water in the tub, halfway full, and peered down the stairs. She saw nothing in her mostly dark home and shuddered at the thought of someone inside. Hadn't she locked the door? No... she had been too eager. She threw on a pink robe, avoiding the phrase "my overeagerness could be the death of me" for fear of tempting fate, and softly walked to the top of her stairs.
She knew it was against her better judgement, but she couldn't help herself from softly calling down the stairs, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Almost in response, there was a loud crash outside and a flash of light. Lightning. The clear skies must've suddenly decided it was time for a storm. She peered out the window and saw the dark gray clouds beginning to blot out the moon. As she turned to look back down the stairs, she thought she saw shifting shadows. She froze, totally silent and too afraid to move.
"H-hello?" she managed to choke out. "If-if someone's there, l-leave now. I'm dangerous!" It was meant to be a threat, but came out no more threatening than a timid mouse against a cat. She willed her body to move, her feet moving her to the top of the stairs, looking down. As another blast of thunder rocked the house, she shrieked, jumping back, her wet feet causing her to slip and fall on her ass. She swore and clambered up against the railing, but no imposing figure stood at the bottom of the stairs.
She sighed in relief. She shouldn't let her guard down, but she couldn't help feeling relieved at not seeing what all horror movies told her she should. This gave her a temporary boost of confidence as she moved down the stairs, one at a time, tentatively. She was suddenly very thankful that her stairs were carpetted, for fear that if they were anything but, she would've slipped and cracked her head open.
She finally reached the bottom stair, looking left into the kitchen then right into the living room. No movement. She flipped on the lights to both rooms and sat with her back against the front door so she could observe both rooms and the stairs. Slowly, she locked the door and began to move toward the kitchen, calling out once more, "Hello? Who's in the house?"
No response came except for the soft patter of rain on the exterior of her house.
She breathed softly in content, feeling safe for now. Back still towards the two exits of the kitchen, she moved over to the knife cabinet, opening the drawer and reaching inside. Instead, she felt wood. She paused, reaching around again. She felt no cold metal and no handle of plastic. There was nothing. An empty drawer. She turned quickly to find that her fears were true: the drawer had been emptied. Turning around once more, there was a figure standing in the doorway to her stairs. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt she could've vomited - if she could've made any noise or movement at all.
He stared at her with determined eyes, observing, soaking in all of her as she did the same. He wasn't tall, but wasn't short - about 5 feet and 10 inches, only a few inches taller than she was, with shaggy brown hair and soft, yet piercing blue eyes. He was scruffy, but not wildly so. His clothes were indescriminate - blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He wasn't overly large, but not toned, either. An average man wearing average clothes with an average appearance.
But the circumstances and, she feared, his intent, were not so average.
"Please," she tried softly, coming out as barely a whisper. This caused him to move, taking a slow step forward. She tried to take a step in the other direction, but he made a fast and hard stomp in the direction she was headed, forcing her to stop. The two were locked, eyes on each other, and he didn't look like he was going to let her pass anytime soon. He took another few steps toward her and she backed herself against the drawers, wishing the man hadn't been smart enough to take the knives - or any silverware for that matter.
