Stalker

[a_libertine]

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It had taken nearly three months for him to find her. Victoria Evans had managed to slink away from him, and he wasn't perturbed about it at all. The best things come to those who work for them.

Interestingly she didn't escape to a large city. In fact quite the opposite, she fled to the country side; maybe thinking that with fewer people that it would be less likely that he would find her? In truth it made it easier. He knew she was from the state she had settled in, so he started there, looking for real estate purchases and rentals. When he didn't find her in the largest two cities he turned his attention to smaller towns.

God bless google and the paid back ground sites on the internet. It made hunting her down so much easier. He didn't know what she did for a living, but Stanley knew she kept odd hours. Some days she left early and came home early. Some days she came home in the wee hours of the night.

This particular night she had been out and he had let himself into her house, and walked around for a while taking stock of everything, until he laid down on her bed for a while smelling her in the pillow upon which she laid her head.

The whole experience sent shivers of pleasure throughout his body knowing this was where she slept. He got up, smoothed the bed and left returning to his hiding spot some 200 yards away where he hunkered down to watch for her again.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

The last few weeks had been a practice in caution and fear. It had started with random occurrences: flowers left at her door with no card, the distinct impression that she was being watched all the time and the phone calls. Victoria had never thought she would be someone who could pick up a stalker. She worked a PRN position with a local home health company. Her patients varied from time to time so her schedule was a little crazy. The problems really started to effect her life when someone started to call her during work hours.

She got scared, real scared, scared enough to pick up and move to her late uncle's place in the country. It had been peaceful for a while but Victoria still practiced caution when alone. Her brother said she needed to get a dog or something just to keep things safe. He was probably right. Finally finished with her shift, she had stopped at a local supermarket to pick up some groceries. Her hands were full as she went to the door, pausing when it just swung open. Had she forgotten to lock up before she left?

Victoria dismissed the notion and went to the kitchen to put away the food. Once that was done she went to the back to change out of her scrubs from work. The room lit up as she hit the switch, pulling off the top she wore. Innocent looking white lace was her choice for lingerie. It always made her feel so feminine and pretty. She sat down on the bed to pull off her pants. That was when she felt it, that unease that had come with being prey to some mysterious hunter.

 

[a_libertine]

He sat there in the tree line binoculars to his eyes as the light came on and he watched as Victoria began to undress. His breath caught in his throat, as it always did, when he say her simple white bra against her pale skin. For the thousandth time he imagined what it would be like to taste her skin along the fabric of the bra, and under it. He imagined what her nipples and areola might look like, and he hoped they were tight circles.

His breathing began to come a little faster as she finished changing into more comfortable clothing, and he bemoaned the fact the angle was such that he could not see her perfectly shaped derrière; which made him bemoan the lack of a height from which he could observe her. Maybe another day, he decided.

He spent the evening watching her, listening to the night. Near midnight, the light snapped off and presumably she went to bed. He slinked away silently further into the treeline and left for the night.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Her day had been pretty uneventful for the most part. Victoria did meet a nice guy at the bookstore though. He had been tall, blonde with clear green eyes and a smile that was adorable. They talked for a few minutes and ended the conversation by exchanging numbers. Someone did decide to throw a rock into the window of the small shopping, scaring her. She couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of warning. Victoria took her copy of Jane Eyre and left for home.

That night the weather got bad, a heavy thunderstorm wreaking havoc on her nerves. She had hated thunderstorms since she was a small child. A tornado had hit her house when Victoria was about 6 years old. The damage and destruction around her home was minimal compared to the other houses in her neighborhood. What could have happened still lived in the back of her memory.

Her brother had already called her for the night to make sure she was safe. Victoria curled up on the couch to read her book, so comfortable in the soft pink satin pajamas she wore. Jane Eyre had always been a favorite of her's since she was a teenager. There was something innately dark and attractive about Edward Rochester. The torment of loving someone you couldn't touch, kiss or be with just broke her heart every time. So preoccupied with her book, Victoria wasn't ready for when the lights suddenly cut off.

"Has to be the storm." She murmured to herself. The wind kicked up and her front door opened with a loud clang. Victoria ran to get it closed back up, the wind tousling her red hair everywhere. It took her a minute or two since the door was so heavy and the wind was blowing badly. She let out a small sigh of relief and went back to the couch only to find the book gone. "What the f--?"

 

[a_libertine]

Big old farm houses were fantastic as far as he was concerned. So many nooks and crannies in which a person can hide. If you do it right, you can hide for hours even if they were looking for you.

In this case it was one scared woman looking more for a book than for someone in the house it was pretty easy to hide from. A shuffle here, and furtive movement there. Unlatch the door again and steal away to a hiding spot while Victoria struggled with the door again, after dropping the book at a spot she would have left it.

Cast doubt in her own mind about where she may have left it and leave the book at the end of the counter where she had poured her wine earlier. A dark corner not ever touched by light in the basement and wait. Sooner or later she will go to bed, and the house would quieten down.

The question was remaining, what would he do after she finally succumbed to sleep.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Victoria finally found the book on the floor next to the couch. "That's funny." She murmured to herself. "Must have knocked it over when I went to the door." Shrugging, she went about to light a few candle until the lights were fixed. There was a dull glow that was almost comforting among the thundering noise of the storm outside. Victoria covered her lower half with a blanket as she began to read again.

The story took her somewhere else for a time, letting the troubles of the past venture to the back of her mind. As usual when reaching the scene where Jane confesses her feelings, Victoria teared up a little. It always got to her. Time slipped on and eventually she fell asleep on the couch, the jar candles starting to dim. Her long red hair lay across one of the sofa's puffy pillows. One strap of the gown had fallen, pulling down the gown nearly low enough to reveal a nipple.

Her dreams were clouded by erotic images of some kind of stranger, a man in the darkness of her mind. His deep voice was telling her how much he wanted her. She could almost feel roughened hands gently cupping her breast. A small moan escaped her lips in her sleep.

 

[a_libertine]

It was close to 1:00 AM when he finally ventured from his hiding spot. No sound in more than an hour had been heard. He went around the house and turned off the lights that had been on not wanting the power to come back on and reveal him suddenly. It was while tending to the lights he saw her on the couch, her breath flowing easily with a deep sleep.

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull at the sight of her breast nearly completely exposed. He tip toed over to her whispering truths, "You are so beautiful. My life began the day we met."

It took the gentlest of touches for him to move her night shirt to reveal her entire breast. What he saw forced every ounce of blood from his extremities to his cock, which now pulsed hungrily in his faded, stained jeans. Her areola was a tight circle around the nipple, barely double the diameter of the nipple it framed.

His hand, of its own volition, snaked out carefully until he gently cupped her perfect tit. His throat was dry as he squeezed it gently, thumb raking back and forth across the nipple that hardened instantly. He heard her moan, dreamily, lustily, and he froze, palm still attached to her bared flesh.

He waited until Victoria settled back down then began milking her gently until he could no longer resist the urge to kiss her. He leaned forward and kissed the very tip of her nipple his tongue leaving a small spot of saliva which he dried with a gently breath. Victoria moaned again, and her body shivered slightly in reaction to the small wind the he had blown across her nipple.

He looked down at her bare, shapely legs and pulled, with a butterfly gentle touch, the hem up above her plain white cotton panties. Softly he traced his fingers along her labia feeling it through the soft cotton and his cock exploded in his pants, painting his boxers with his seed. Victoria moaned again, and her legs parted slightly giving him a little more room to her snatch.

His left hand continued lightly playing with her pussy, his right with her tit. As she moaned a third time and stirred a little his cock had hardened again. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers as she stirred and her eyes fluttered open.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

It had been a long time since Victoria had had a dream like this. The touches were so careful but hungry. Her body responded to it so eagerly, her low soft voice moaning. Her breasts had always been so sensitive to touch and when she felt a mouth on her nipple, her panties went damp. Her body trembled, her body arching subconsciously into the touch of his mouth. Her hands move of their own accord and went to his head, combing through dark locks of hair.

There was a moment then she felt fingers stroking her pussy through the panties she wore. Victoria moved slightly, sighing from the pleasure. His fingers felt long and deliberate in their teasing. Her wet folds were aching for relief from the sexual tension. It was when she felt lips kissing hers that she realized that this was no dream. Slowly but surely she came back to reality to see the man who had been following her.

Her lips opened to gasp as she looked into intense brown eyes. She should have run, screamed, something to make him stop but she didn't. Truth be told Victoria was as much fascinated by him as she was afraid. She opened to the kiss, her body warming as it came to rest on top of her own. His lips were seductively made and his strong jaw was lined with a stubble that brushed against her skin.

There was also this torment in his eyes, a loneliness she sympathized with. Her legs opened up for him while her hands pulled at the shirt he wore. "Touch me. Please, I need you." Her panties were almost soaked through.

 

[a_libertine]

He shrugged out of his shirt, his hands tugging at hers, pulling it down around her shoulders to bunch up at her waist. "I have wanted to touch you for years," he breathlessly gasped out as her hands ran across his broad, strong chest.

He wrapped his right hand around the back of her neck, his lips brushing against hers lightly until her mouth opened, and molded, to his. His tongue flicked into her mouth, tasting her for the first time. His left hand tugged aside her wet white cotton panties, and his palm and heel was greeted by a neatly trimmed landing stripe. His fingers played with her labia, compressing them, spreading them and spreading her juices around.

As his tongue dove into her mouth passionately, hungrily, his middle finger did the same below. Her velvety core accepted his solid middle finger up to the second digit. In and out he thrust it as his mouth and tongue tangled with hers.

His right hand let loose of her and went to his waist; with a powerful tug he unfastened the button, and working the zipper down, freeing his granite like cock.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

She responded eagerly to his hungry kiss, whimpering against his lips. Her tongue slid along his, teasing him into doing more. She gasped as those nimble fingers slid through her wet pussy. Victoria's nipples were so hard that they hurt, pleasure so hot and intense running through her. Her hands went to the crotch of his pants, rubbing at the growing erection in his pants. He was a big one too.

She suckled at his tongue, devouring his mouth. Her nipples scraped over the skin of his chest, creating a delicious friction that went straight to her clit. Victoria cried out when she felt his fingers inside her. The kiss became frantic, so needy for her. Her breathing became labored, coming in little pants, her red hair a wild mess. She kissed down his neck, nibbling the lobe of his ear.

Victoria's voice was soft and lust driven as she whispered into his ear. "Please fuck me. Drive that hard cock in my pussy. I want you so bad." She felt him tremble against her and she kissed his mouth again. She pushed him up into a sitting position so she could sit on his lap. Victoria pulled off the night gown so she was totally naked. She lifted up and came back down onto his cock, groaning as he penetrated her. "Fuck, you're so big."

Once she had a set rhythm, Victoria kissed him again, devouring those sexy lips. She ground her hips into his, wanting to feel him lose control. "Do you feel how wet you make me? You feel so good in my tight pussy." Her muscles tightened around him and she rolled her hips mercilessly.

 

[a_libertine]

He could not believe how things were turning out. The expectation was that she would scream fight plead or run away from him. Instead Victoria impaled herself on his hard cock. She was so tight that he believed that if she was not as sopping wet as she was that her pussy would have ripped half the diameter of his cock off. As it was, she was the most amazingly tight tunnel he could recall ever being in.

She gyrated on his lap fervently, her gorgeous hair flying around with each thrust. HE was happy of his earlier ejaculations for it gave him the stamina to withstand her ride until she moaned a low guttural sigh and paused.

Her face, in her orgasm, was one every painter who ever lived would have given their body of work up to see. He rolled her onto her back and caught up her legs behind the knees. Pressing them down and out he opened her up for his turn to drive; and drive he did. Her quim flew off his balls as he hammered down into her with all his might.

"Look at me," he growled between thrusts. He looked into her eyes, see her pleasure, and growing satisfaction at the improbable experience. Harder and harder, faster and faster he slammed into losing himself to the abandon that only comes with sex.

As he neared his peak he moaned out, "I... am... cumming, " and exploded deep inside her welcoming pussy.

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Victoria rode his cock hard, feeling the pending orgasm tightening inside her middle. When it hit her tiny nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. Her pussy drenched his hard cock in her juices as she moaned. She gasped when he flipped her onto her back, her eyes closing as he pounded into her. She looked into his eyes, her fingers caressing his face. She wrapped her legs around his hips, the second orgasm came as a surprise.

Victoria clenched down hard around him as she came again. A small smile appeared on her face as she saw him give into the ecstasy of it all, his warm cum coating the inside of her womb. When he was slumped on top of her, his breathing slow and easy, she finally decided it was time. Reaching underneath the couch, Victoria pulled out the .38 she had been hiding there.

"Get up!" The fool actually thought they had shared something. It had been sex for her and nothing more, a need fulfilled. It was time for justice now. She waited until he was standing away from her to slide back into the gown she had been wearing. "Don't even think of moving! My father taught me to shoot at the age of 8 and I could shoot the wings off a butterfly if need be."

Her hand reared back and she pelted him in the face with a vase that had been standing on the coffee table. "You follow me around for weeks, chasing off my friends, my family and you thought I would just fall into your arms. You delusional freak!" She kicked him in the balls, smiling at the pain so evident on his face. "Looks like you don't know me as well as you thought."

Underneath a pillow that lay on the couch was the trigger for a silent alarm that she had kept hidden. Victoria had set a trap for him and he had followed in like the innocent lamb he thought he was. Two minutes later, her uncle, who was a county sheriff, came in brandishing a gun. She waved innocently at her stalker as they began to drag him out of her life for good.