13. Devotion

thirteen

Devotion

Mask

A manda closes the door and locks it. I watch her hidden behind the neighbor’s bushes. The frayed hem on her sweater sways across the small of her back as she skips down the front steps and climbs into the car. She’s so fucking sexy in those tight, fake leather leggings. The way they cling to her body captivates my senses. I wish I could watch her walking home in those; or better yet, peel them off of her and slide my cock into that warm, tight pussy. My thoughts have me contemplating surprising her today. But Halloween is only three days away, and I have the perfect night planned for the two of us. As excited as I am to see her finally leaving the house, I make the difficult decision to go ahead with what I have planned instead of changing course. I’ve spent too much time coming up with an elaborate evening of fun. There’s no sense in scrapping it for an impulsive romp. Waiting will only intensify how good it will feel to take her again. The house will be all mine for at least an hour, and if I finish with time to spare, I can make sure to walk my sweet little victim home.

Underneath my breath, I snicker. I really am a considerate stalker. Once the car is out of sight, I crawl out from my hiding spot and make my way around to the back of the house. Working quickly so as not to attract the looks of nosy neighbors, I lift the cover off the window well and jump down to the bottom. This is the perfect entry point. I’ve been searching for a good way in on Halloween; somewhere with no cameras. There’s an alarm on the window, but it’s not blinking, indicating the batteries ran out ages ago. Someone really should be more on top of checking the security system. It’s a shame the batteries in the doorbell just so happened to go out today, too. I stifle another snicker, although since the house is empty, there’s no reason not to let it out.

The window slides open easily, just like I knew it would. I hop into the basement, landing with a thud on the cement, and unload the last camera I want to place in the house from my backpack, then look around for somewhere to tuck it away until Halloween night. There’s a crawl space at the back of the basement. I’m sure no one will dig around in there anytime soon. The backpack fits just inside the door and to the left perfectly. No one will know it’s here but me. It has everything I need for Halloween stashed inside. I want to catch up with Amanda so I can keep an eye on her this morning. It’s her first day out, and I need to ensure my little masterpiece is safe from everyone but me.

I don’t waste any more time in the basement. My feet take the stairs two at a time to the main floor. I pop out of the basement door and hang a left down the hall to the kitchen. When I walk by, I notice the flowers carelessly tossed on the counter. What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic. I can’t just leave these exotic beauties to dry up and die. Waltzing into the kitchen, I poke around to find a vase, arranging the rare black sunflowers. The card from me is on the ground. I pick it up off the floor and place it on the countertop next to the vase full of sunflowers, gazing at them for a moment as my head fills with thoughts of Amanda. Her body is as fucking irresistible as breathing; I need it so I can feel alive. Every nerve in my body pulses with desire for her touch.

I have to stop myself from thinking about her. The plan is to be in and out. I glance at the time on my watch. I better wrap this up so I can meet my obsession for coffee. She won’t even realize I’m there. Satisfied with my work in the kitchen, I make my way through the rest of the house, stopping to place my camera in the family room. It’s the one spot I haven’t been able to hide one because I am too afraid of waking her up during her nap. The camera takes me less than fifteen minutes to set up and install. I’m back on schedule for our little rendezvous, and I can’t wait to see her in those tight pants again.

When I am finished, I walk up the stairs to her bedroom. I originally intended to keep her panties the other night, but somehow I ended up leaving without them. Any pair will do really , I think to myself as I slide open her panty drawer to rifle through it. Once I find a pair I like, I tuck them in my pocket to take with me. Another quick glance at my watch tells me I’ve been here longer than I wanted. I leave her panties amiss, hoping she’ll piece it together that I was here. Or maybe I’ll simply just tell her I was and enjoy her reaction. Just because I’m not planning to fuck Amanda today doesn’t mean I can’t play with my toy. I smile to myself, thinking about making a promise not to be gentle as I retrace my way back through the house, down into the basement, then out through the window, popping off the window sensor completely. Then I climb out and replace the cover. I don’t want to take any chances of things going wrong on Halloween.

I check my watch again. Good, I might still have time to catch Amanda at the coffee shop. She’s lucky to have me watching over her today. My lips curl up into a wicked grin as I run my hand through my hair, combing it out of my face. The wind is blowing the strands every which way and it’s drizzling. I pull the hood on my sweatshirt over my head.

When I make it to the coffee shop, I’m ready for a nice warm cup. The temperature dropped faster than I thought it would. Lucky me, I think as I duck inside the door. The scent hits me first, flooding my nostrils with the tantalizing smell of fresh coffee mixed with sweet pastries. I scan the cafe in search of her. Thirteen. It took me thirteen seconds to find her. She’s in one of her favorite spots. There’s a table at the back of the store tucked far enough away that will allow me to watch her without being noticed. I slink off to it, pulling my hood around my head more, then slide into the cool leather seat, so I can watch Amanda carefully. After I am settled, I scan the menu and order. I type in the number on my table and wait patiently for the barista girl to deliver my coffee order.

All the while, I watch her. I watch everything about her. The way her lips tug and pull into a smile, and how her mouth fills with laughter before erupting with joy. Amanda is a stunning specimen. I could stare at her for hours and never tire of it. Too bad it appears she has other plans. She stands to leave and I wait patiently to see where they are going before I slink off after my sweet obsession. My masterpiece.