Page 26 of Perfect
I snatch my phone from the backseat and check the cameras the moment I park in my driveway. In the time it took me to get home, Alex finished her second glass of wine and started taking a bath. The bathtub is so small that she can’t put her legs all the way down, and her knees and chest protrude out of the bubbly water. I shouldn’t watch her like this, but I can’t help it – she’s so breathtakingly beautiful.
I watch as she gets out of the bath, puts on my sweater, and pulls her hair into a messy topknot. Okay,that’sit. I should log out of the cameras now. I don’t, but I go inside and head to the kitchen to grab something from the fridge, pretending to ignore my phone until she lies on her bed, reaching for the book on her nightstand.
Oh,fuck.
I lock my phone, head down to the basement, and jump rope quickly, trying to distract myself and work off some of the energy I have pent up in my body. I hold out for about two minutes before I can’t help myself and sprint up to my office, filling my three monitors with the different camera feeds from her room to see her in better detail. I turn the sound up as Iwatch Alex lying there reading, dragging her hand slowly up her thighs and stomach and back down. She turns a page and drags her fingers over her bottom lip as she reads, slipping her fingers into her mouth, and I’m hard again in a second. I undo my pants, touching myself slowly, matching her glacial pace.
Her back arches as she slips two fingers between her legs, and her soft little whimper is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I watch her rub herself in slow circles before she finally starts fucking herself with her fingers, pausing to awkwardly flip the page once or twice. Her thumb starts to thrum against her clit, and she lets out a long, breathy exhale as she writhes under her own hand. I’m paying more attention to her than to myself, trying to memorize what she reacts to. She pulls her fingers out of herself and licks one finger as she tosses the book to the side, and I want to die because she’s so fucking hot.
She pulls her laptop out from under her bed and starts searching, pulling up a bookmarked page. She bookmarks her porn? She’s making this so easy for me, like she knows exactly what I need to get to know her better.
She sits back against her headboard, pulling her vibrator out from under her pillow and turning it on as she plays the video. One of the cameras I’ve placed in her room gives me an unobstructed view of her laptop screen, and my eyebrows raise at the porn she’s chosen. There’s a woman tied down spread eagle on a table, and the man in the video edges the woman mercilessly.
We have similar tastes.
I fight a smile as I try to gauge what exactly about this video Alex is into, watching her reactions closely. The man switches from edging the woman to forcing her to orgasm over and over, praising her in a deep voice, and Alex seems to respond tothat. Her moans move from breathy and low to higher pitched, bordering on a slight whine that makes my cock throb in myhand as I jerk off to her enjoying herself. I watch as her right leg tenses up, the muscles in her calf and thighs beginning to twitch right before she moans loudly, her back arching up and her body shaking as she comes.
I’m coming before I’m even aware of it, too focused on her to notice anything else.
I sit there after we come together, dazed, watching as Alex closes her laptop and turns off her vibrator, lying back on her bed and slowly dragging her fingers up and down her body, humming to herself quietly with a soft smile on her lips. She’s the most beautiful, erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
As she lies there in post-orgasmic bliss, wearing my sweater, all thoughts of going slowly with her flicker out of existence for just a moment.
While she gets ready for bed, I pull up her computer in another window and poke around until I find the bookmarked folder full of porn. We’re going to have sex at some point soon, so I should study what else she likes.
After two hours of going through every porn video and audio she has bookmarked, I can’t focus on anything besides the video feed of Alex curled up in a ball as she sleeps.
I don’t know why I’m so surprised by how perfect we are for each other, but I am.
Alex and I don’t have similar tastes.
We have thesametastes.
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I don’t sleep. I try, but it doesn’t work. All I can do is think about Alex.
It’s Saturday, and her schedule says she’s going to Portland, but notwhyshe’s going. I make breakfast as I watch her wakeup and get ready. It’s fine, honestly, because this is all part of getting to know her.
She wears one of her nicer dresses, does her makeup, grabs a tote bag instead of her everyday purse, and leaves her apartment. I get in my car and drive towards her place, catching her walking downtown, tailing her in my car as surreptitiously as possible. Eventually, she gets to the bus station, and I follow the bus into Portland, parking near the train station and following her a block or two behind on foot once she’s off the bus. I don’t have a way to find her if I lose her, but I can fix that soon.
I assume I’ll need to be careful because Alex is slightly more observant of her surroundings here, but she doesn’t notice me at all.
God, that makes me fucking nervous.
We spend the day together, sort of. She spends the day indulging herself and I spend the day watching her, impatient to be part of her life.
She starts with brunch and then takes herself shopping. I can’t follow her into all the shops, but I do my best to follow her and notice what she likes. After shopping, she gets lunch and takes herself to an indie movie at the art house theater, and I sit in the back of the theatre and watch her watch the movie. I don’t love it, but I like it, and I desperately want to know how she feels about it. I wish we could talk about it together. After the movie, Alex goes downtown to shop more, wandering around Powell’s for an hour before heading back to the bus.
I make sure she gets to the bus safely before doubling back towards the shops she went to. Alex craves creature comforts in a way that makes me think she’s used to them. Besides her clothes, everything in her apartment is either secondhand or cheap, but her tastes certainly aren’t. She shopped at trendy boutiques and ate at nice restaurants, and while she probablydoesn’t make much money, she seems to spend alotof it without thinking.
I don’t think she’s ever been broke before.
Before I leave Portland, I buy everything she looked at but didn’t buy for herself, anything I saw her like even a little bit. It’s overkill, but I want her to have everything she wants. I speed a little to catch up with the bus she’s on and follow her home in my car, making sure she gets home safely before I go home and watch her. Her night is spent drinking wine, painting, and listening to an audiobook. When the book turns out to have an explicit sex scene, painting becomes her masturbating on the couch. She gets close but doesn’t come, which is odd.
Only when she gets into the shower do I realize that I haven’t eaten anything all day. I cook myself some dinner, watching her sleep on the camera feed on my phone, irritated at the battery warning on the cameras. They should last longer, but I’m constantly watching her now, so I’ll have to charge them on Monday while she’s at work.
On Sunday, I pass her on the tail end of her run down along the riverwalk. She’s adorably sweaty and exhausted, and when I wave at her in passing, I watch her face turn red when she sees me. I wasn’t planning on being noticed, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to see her, but I also wanted her to see me.
