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She’s so adorably awful at flirting that I’m surprised she even tried to pull that move, but she made up for it by obviously being interested in me. My showing open interest in her seems to make her shy and a little uncomfortable, and while I don’t understand how someone that gorgeous isn’t used to that kind ofattention, I like how easily flustered she is by it. She blushessomuch when she’s flustered, like when I caught the way she was staring at my mouth.
I check the time on my phone and sink back into her small couch, leisurely masturbating to the thought of bending her across her desk and making her scream my name.
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I go home and make dinner before changing into black clothes and driving to her coworker Bailey’s house, parking down the block in a poorly lit spot. I watch in my mirror as Bailey and her tall, thin husband drive off before I pull my hood over my face and walk towards their house, finding an inconspicuous place in the bushes along the side of the house to watch through the window at how Alex interacts with their son, Miles.
She’s sweet with him, animated and goofy in a way I didn’t know she could be as they play whatever games he wants. The windowpanes are old and thin, so I can hear them making silly sounds as they play, and I watch the two of them for hours.
At one point, when it’s late and they’re piled on the couch, Alex seems more relaxed than I’ve seen her before. She looks down at Miles with this wistful, content look, and I start to wonder if she wants a family.
I could give her that.
I begrudgingly walk back towards my car a few minutes before Bailey and her husband get home and watch in my mirrors as Alex starts to walk home.
Did they seriously not offer her a ride home? Fuck these people.
I stay in my car for a minute before following her on foot, keeping about two blocks behind her. I don’t want to scare her,but she doesn’t notice me. She doesn’t look around at all, she just walks quickly with her head down and her headphones on.
She’s so fucking vulnerable.
I walk a little faster, trying to make a lot of noise. I’m a block behind her now, and she still hasn’t heard me. Oh mygod,I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.
Why is she putting herself in so much danger?
After about ten minutes of this bullshit, she pulls her phone out, her voice drifting back to me.
“Hey, Bailey. Yeah, no, just walking up to my door now. Yeah, we had a great time! I’d be happy to watch him again. I’ll see you on Monday.”
What thefuck?
I follow her all the way home and she doesn’t notice meonce, which is terrifying. Alex lives alone, seems to have no close friends or family, and is either so naive or stubborn that she’s taking stupid risks with her safety. Is she entirely ignorant of what could happen to her? I had an insufferable serial rapist as a cellmate for a few years, and I’m aware of just how much danger Alex is unwittingly putting herself in.
Fuck, I need to make sure she stays safe. I think of one of the unopened packages in the attic, full of microchip GPS trackers, and I knew there was a reason I didn’t return them.
I’ll start tracking her soon, just for her safety.
Once she’s inside her apartment, I turn around and log into her camera feeds as I walk back to my car. I love having this kind of access to her, but I need to remember that it’sonlyto help me get to know her better. I just want to make sure she gets inside safely – I can’t watch her all the time or anything like that.
She lets herself in, takes off her headphones and coat, and drops her bag on one of her breakfast bar stools before heading straight to the kitchen. She pours herself a glass of wine as shestarts playing French jazz from her phone, and I feel the frisson of connection again.
How many hundreds of times did Nana play that Django Reinhardt record when I was a kid?
Alex sips her wine and throws some olives, pickles, and crackers on a plate before sitting on her counter. I walk back to my car, watching her eat something that isn’t technically a meal and pour herself another drink. That’s a lot of wine in a short amount of time, but it’s Friday, I guess.
I’m down the street from my car when she gets up and starts pulling her shoes and socks off, and as she heads into her bedroom, I realize she’s about to get undressed. I run the rest of the way to my car, torn between the overwhelming impulse to watch her and the knowledge that the first time I see her naked should be in person, when I’m the one undressing her. The cameras are for getting to know her, her tastes, her likes and dislikes, her routines, notthis.
I should stop watching.
I sit in my car as she starts to strip, trying to convince myself to close out of the camera feeds, but all thoughts of what I should do evaporate from my head as she pulls her dress off.
Alex wears looser clothes with chic, boxy silhouettes, things that don’t give a real indication of what her body looks like, which is fuckingcriminal.She’s got a fit, athletic build, but with a softness to the curves of her body that makes me hard immediately. I’m aching to get my hands on her. I want to wrap her long, sculpted legs around my hips and dig my fingers into her round ass while I watch her full, perky tits bounce in my face as I fuck her.
My erection is bordering on painful, so I jam the car seat back and undo my jeans quickly, grateful that it’s late and that I’m parked on a dark part of the street. My fist is so tight around my cock it hurts, but all I can do is work myself furiously tothe sight of her walking around her bedroom, slipping off her bralette and taking her hair down. She slips her thong off and keeps her legs straight as she bends down to pick up her clothes off the floor, and on the tiny, dimly lit phone screen, I can see the shape of her cunt between her legs.
I come instantly, unable to tear my eyes away from the phone until she walks into her bathroom. I absently wipe my hand on my jeans as I sit my seat back up, and I throw my phone in the back seat before I drive home, praying no one saw me.
That’s it. That’s all I get. This is about getting to know her, not getting to fuck her. I know the sex will be amazing and will help her feel how connected we are, but I can’t get focused on that yet. It’ll be too distracting.
