He watched her leave the high school. He'd lost track of how many times he'd actually done this. It had been weeks since he had started. She was perfect, and exactly what he wanted. At eighteen years old, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
She was of medium build, slender, with dark hair that glinted red in the sun. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her eyes were large, blue pools that called to him. So beautiful. So innocent. He wanted to look into them when he filled her for the first time.
She didn't have the slightest inkling of what he was planning. He'd never approached her in all the weeks he had been watching. She had no idea of his existence.
Maybe part of her did. There were days he had watched her pause in the middle of the sidewalk, turning to look around as if she felt his eyes upon her. He liked that. It was as if she could already feel him.
He was always careful. Sticking to a reasonable distance so that no one would suspect. He would park halfway down the block, and wait for her to pass his old, beat up Dodge Challenger.
Once she would near his vehicle, her hips swaying softly as she walked, he'd slink down low into his seat while the palm of his hand would cover and rub his aching shaft through his jeans.
Each time he was tempted to pull her into the car through the passenger side doorway. He wanted to pull out his cock, grab her by the sides of her head, and bury himself inside of her mouth. Only he never acted on the desire.
There was just too much risk involved. If she fought him, or screamed someone would notice. Someone would see. So, he waited.
Today was the day. He knew that today was the day because it was Wednesday, and that was the day that she babysat for a six year old little boy named Tyler.
It also meant that once she was far from the safety of school, she would turn down the alleyway on third street instead of continuing up the block towards home. That's when he would make his move.
There was a large department store on third street. There were no residential homes. No people. Just the back vacant lot that no one ever frequented unless the garbage was being taken out, or deliveries made. At four o'clock in the afternoon, it was rare that there would be either. He licked his bottom lip in anticipation.
When he finally spotted her making her way up the block, his heart lurched within his chest in excitement. She was wearing a white, low cut top. A pair of blue jeans with a large butterfly stitched to the front of one side, and a blue hooded sweatshirt that was unzipped in the front. He couldn't wait to take it all off of her.
As she neared his car, he slid lower, and watched with his eyes focused between her legs as she slowly traipsed by. His cock was thick and hard beneath his fingers, and he squeezed it as it pushed against the denim of his jeans.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he whispered as she passed.
Once she was no longer in his line of vision, he lifted his dark head until he could make out her retreating figure in his rear view mirror. Starting up the car, he pulled out of his parking space, and rounded the block.
He drove until he reached the place that he had picked out, and pulled his Dodge into the alleyway. The spot that he had chosen made his car practically invisible unless you were walking directly past it, and with nervous energy filling his large frame he turned off the engine. It wouldn't be long now.
Roughly ten minutes drifted by while he waited. Adrenaline surged through his veins as the moment neared. His body felt like it was singing. Heat poured off of his limbs, and he continuously ran a hand through his dark hair while he bided his time.
When he distinctly heard the shuffling of feet approaching, he carefully opened the passenger side door, and waited quietly with the piece of paper in his hand.
Her long legs finally came into view, and it made him smile. He couldn't help himself. It felt like he had waited forever, and now the moment was at hand. As she began to walk past his car, she still hadn't noticed that he was sitting there. So, he cleared his throat which made her head turn.
"Excuse me," he called out. "I hate to bother you, but I think I'm a little lost." Dropping his gaze, he feigned confusion.
When he spoke, she paused, and her large, blue eyes took in the scene before her calmly. She wasn't concerned. Yet. Her young face turned to look at him, and her eyebrows lifted as she took a hesitant step towards the Dodge.
Glancing up from the paper, he laughed ruefully. "I have absolutely no idea where I am. This map doesn't seem to be helping me. Would you happen to know where I could find eighth in Parker?"
Nodding, she took a few steps closer until she was standing just a few feet from him.
"It's not far from here," she replied. Pointing down the alleyway, she met his gaze. "You just want to make a right when you leave here, then a left, and go up about five blocks.
Bobbing his head in acceptance, he looked down at his fake map once more.
"I'm not sure if this is east or west on here. The whole thing has been driving me a little crazy for the past half hour. Would you be able to look at this, and tell me? I have to be there by four thirty, and I don't want to get in any trouble by being late."
Seeing nothing wrong with the request she nodded, and came further towards the car until she was standing right beside it. Her hip was now beside the thrown open passenger door. Holding out her hand for the paper, she bent slightly at the waist, and looked at him as she waited for him to hand it to her.
Looking away from the blank page he held, he glanced to the side of himself as if just noticing that she had come closer, and jerked as if her presence had startled him. A slow smile crept across his face, and his eyebrows lifted.
"Oh, sorry. Here." Leaning his frame across the center of the car, he reached out to hold the map out to her face down. It was just slightly out of her reach, and without a thought, she leaned further in until her head was inside of the car. When her fingers grasped onto the edge of it, his smile grew wider.
Their eyes met. Hers questioning, his heated with an intensity he could hardly disguise. When she caught the strange look upon his face, her eyes widened slightly at the apparent danger that was reflected in them.
Her mouth parted on a gasp, and he lunged. Grabbing onto her wrist, he pulled hard so that she lost her balance. She toppled so that she landed across the passenger seat of the Dodge, and a small cry escaped her lips.
Quickly pulling her inside, he leaned over her body until he could reach the handle of the car door, and yanked it shut. Once it was in place, he reached over to the side panel on the other side of him, and clicked a button so all the doors would lock.
It was all easier than he had even imagined. Starting the engine, his dark eyes looked down at her before he pulled the car out of park, and crept down the alleyway.
