Page 4 of Stalking His Prey

Does my behavior lately make me a stalker?

Most definitely.

Do I give a damn?

Definitely not.

It’s not my fault; it’s Penelope’s. She’s the one who set the initial spark to this entire situation. If anyone’s to blame here, it’s her.

Penelope moves out of my eyeline, and I feel a rush of anger and loss. I feel it every time I’m away from her, but it’s becoming harder and harder to subdue. I know I’ll see her again soon and begin to gently rub myself through my jeans, careful not to bring myself to completion as I picture the countless times I’ve glimpsed her naked body through that tiny little gap in her curtains.

It’s only a few minutes later before she emerges from her apartment, but those few minutes are torture. Not having Penelope in my sight is pure hell.

A smile crosses my lips when I see she’s got her hiking gear with her and is dressed for the outdoors.

Just as I predicted.

I knew you’d go out into the woods today, you naughty little girl.

I’ve been keeping track of Penelope’s work schedule, and today is her day off. I know she loves hiking, so when I saw her grab her backpack out of the closet last night, it wasn’t hard to deduce what her Saturday plans would be.

My eyes trace every inch of her body as she walks to her car. She’s wearing black stretch pants that look like they’ve been painted onto her beautiful legs, and as she bends over to put her bag in the back seat, I get an eyeful of her perfectly sculpted ass.

More blood cells pump down between my legs, engorging my manhood even more.

I can’t get enough of her.

I watch as she backs out of her driveway. I wait, then slowly pull out of the alley where I’ve been parked and begin following her.

I glance over at the coil of rope sitting on the seat next to me and grin, feeling a rush of adrenaline that causes me to lick my lips with excitement.

Today is the day.

Today I claim Penelope as mine.

I play out what’s going to happen in my mind for the entire twenty-minute drive out of town to the parking area below the trails where Penelope will be hiking today. I watch her pull in, drive up the road a bit, and double back. Once she’s safely out of her car and has gone into the woods, I pull into the lot.

She’s wearing a bright red jacket that is not hard to spot through the trees. Overflowing with anticipation, I grab my bag that has the rest of my equipment in it, slip the rope inside, hop out of my truck, and begin to follow her.

Walking forces my erection to subside just enough so that it’s no longer paining me with each step. But even with the distance I’m keeping from Penelope, just watching her hips sway and her ass as she takes strides up the slope has my lust raging.

When she reaches a small clearing, Penelope stops. I anticipate her turning around and slip behind a tree to hide myself. I’m wearing camo today, so there’s a good chance she wouldn’t have even seen me at this distance anyway. But I might as well play it safe.

For now…

After a moment, I slide back out from behind the trunk and continue my pursuit. There’s a fair bit of distance between us, and all I want to do is close the gap. But the time isn’t right. Not yet.

But soon.

What are you doing out here all on your own, Penelope? Don’t you know it’s dangerous? There are predators out here.

Hiking isn’t a safe little thing to do like all these yuppies think it is, Penelope. This is the wilderness. You can get hurt out here. There are no doubt plenty of creeps around as well, just waiting for a gorgeous teenage girl like you to come across their path.

Luckily for her, I’m here today. She may not know it, but I will never let anything happen to her.

I can hardly think straight as I continue to follow my gorgeous princess up the mountain. The thought of her pure, innocent, untouched body being so close to mine has my blood on fire.

And now we’re alone out here.

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