3. Mask

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Mask

Mask

I n the cover of the alley, I lean against the corner of her garage. The shadows cast an added layer of darkness over everything. We’re separated by only a small courtyard where the patio furniture glows beneath small bursts of lightning. It’s been storming off and on all night, filling the air with the wet, musty smell of damp leaves. I’m all alone just waiting for my muse to appear in her window and my thoughts are running wild about the imposter we encountered on our way home tonight.

She’s mine. No one else is allowed to follow her like that. Her body is for my eyes only, and this fucker just had to ruin the little game I was playing. All I know is I’m only giving him the one warning. If I catch anyone following my girl again, I’ll fucking kill them. I don’t care if it’s the same person or not. I check the time on my watch and feel my jaw tick impatiently. Any moment now, the show will begin. My cock twitches with excitement, the anticipation making my thoughts run wild, imagining the things I can only watch from my secret hiding spot.

Finally, the light flips on in her bedroom and I watch greedily as she waltzes into the room. My eyes follow her, knowing exactly where she will wander. They track her every movement, savoring each moment. She has no idea I’m watching, which only makes my heart beat faster, and my dick grow harder. I almost want her to catch me. The thrill of it consumes me as I imagine she invites me up to her bedroom and forces me to act out the pages of her books together, allowing me to finish her off at exactly the same time the words do. I can almost hear her in my fantasy, begging me to fill her with my cock. Realizing I’ve become distracted, I shake my head. I have to stop myself if I want to come at the same time she does.

My focus snaps back to Amanda. She’s on a mission to select the perfect book to crawl into bed with. My sweet siren stands in front of the pile of books, wearing nothing but a robe that is much too small for her. The edges of the hem just barely sweep across the round curve of her ass cheeks. When she walks it bounces across her sun-kissed skin, giving me glimpses of more.

Her book pile is where I got the idea for the mask, which came in handy earlier tonight. It was from a book she read a few weeks ago. When I looked it up to read, I found out it involves a masked villain. He made stalking his victim his entire personality. After I read it, I knew it was perfect. The main character and I have so much in common.

I bite my lip and moan softly, rubbing my hand just briefly across my stiff cock. Watching her is a god damn treat, and I can’t help but to indulge. She eventually makes her selection, then settles into bed. It’s only a matter of time before she’s reaching down between her legs to touch herself and her neglected pussy. It’s been over a month since the last time— I stop myself from finishing the thought.

My hand slides beneath the waistband of my sweatpants, gripping my throbbing dick, desperate for relief. I stroke myself softly at first, denying myself the pleasure of a firmer grasp. Each time my fingers roll over the barbell of my piercing, I suck in my breath and stifle another moan. I keep the same rhythm as Amanda as she dips her fingers between her folds and drags them over herself. She pauses for a moment, reaching into her bedside table to retrieve a toy. I watch on eagerly, still stroking my shaft as pre-cum leaks out from my excitement.

The way she runs the vibrating silicone over her clit has me aching to be inside of her. I’m rock hard from my front-row seat to her super secret pleasure hour. My tongue wets my jealous lips as she caresses all her favorite spots, building her orgasm until she gets to the end of the scene in her book. I continue to match her speed, enjoying the way my own orgasm is building. I watch greedily, all the while wishing it was my tongue bringing her this level of pleasure. My mouth salivates at the mere thought of tasting her sweet juices upon my hungry lips. Soon it will be my tongue. Patience, not yet. Not until we know for certain the imposter is no longer a threat, not until I’ve had my fun. She’s always had a taste for the dangerous, the forbidden—I’m just giving her what she’s always wanted. I know deep down she’s going to love everything I have planned for the two of us.

My breath falls faster and heavier. She’s getting close, and so am I. I’ve been watching her for almost half an hour. It’s so fucking hypnotic, the way her tempting little pussy captivates my every thought. I’ve waited so long to feel her throbbing around me, drenching me in her cum. I imagine that’s exactly what is happening while we are caught up in the moment acting out the scene.

My cock aches for relief as she explodes all over her toy. I want nothing more than to be her favorite play thing right now. Jealousy and relief flood my body as I allow my orgasm to rush over me, cum pulsating out of my dick and all over the cement at my feet.

In the bedroom, the glow from the light clicks off. She’s going to sleep. This is my cue to leave. There’s nothing more to see tonight.