9. Temptation

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Temptation

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N ight surrounds everything, cloaking me in its dark embrace. I’ve been watching her for hours. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since the other night. She hasn’t been to work in days. In fact, she hasn’t left the house since our little soirée at the gym. I suppose I’m partially responsible for that. My mind trails off, remembering the time we spent together. I want to have her again. I need to have her again. It’s all I’ve thought about for days. That’s why I’m here. This withdrawal—the inability to see her like this—mixed with the thrill and excitement of it all, was unbearable. I had to see her. I had to visit my little masterpiece.

I miss so many things about her. The way she smells, the way her body moves when she walks, the sound of her voice. She’s all tucked away, safe and sound, far away from me. It’s not fair. There’s nothing I can do but wait it out. She’ll venture out again, and I’ll be right here waiting for her when she does.

I’ve been working on a bit of a back-up plan for if she doesn’t leave the house soon. A worst case scenario option. Halloween night is the perfect opportunity for me to slip into the house undetected, and take what I’m craving. She felt so good around me. Her juices made my cock smell like her for hours. I’m craving her body again, and Halloween is still two weeks away. My hand knowingly slides into my sweatpants as I watch her from the patio chair in her backyard. She’s sleeping on the couch again. The rise and fall of her chest is steady as the TV blares in the background. She doesn’t know that she’s actually all alone. She thinks her boyfriend is just upstairs working, like he always says. The truth is, he’s sneaking out and keeping secrets. For a brief moment, I consider slipping inside and touching her. My fingers ache to touch her supple skin, to feel it beneath their grip. I want to run them over her the way I did a few nights ago. Except I can’t risk her waking up. Two weeks might be a long time, but it’s the best chance I’ll have at taking her again. The only chance I’ll have to feel her tight, wet pussy coming all over my dick.

My grasp tightens and I imagine I’m thrusting into her instead of jerking off in her backyard while I watch her sleeping. I study the object of my obsession closely. Amanda Jenkins, twenty-five, and a nurse at the local community hospital. She has long, blonde hair that sparkles beneath the sunlight. It usually falls in waves around her face. But tonight she wears her hair pulled back in some kind of intricate braid. She’s not wearing makeup—she doesn’t need to. Her beauty is the rare beauty that radiates from within her. She’s the kind of natural beauty every man dreams of. A goddamn masterpiece, just like the sunflowers swaying in the breeze along the back fence line. Every seed and every petal uniquely beautiful, just like her. I close my eyes and picture her face staring back at me in the mirror while I fucked her. My hand tugs on my cock harder and faster. I’m in more of a hurry than usual. Normally she’s a creature of habit but, without work to dictate her day, she’s become unpredictable. She could open her eyes right now and see me jerking off on her patio furniture from the window. I shrug my shoulders, thinking about it. So what if she did? It’s not like she would do anything about it. She’d be far too afraid to call the police, and if she runs upstairs in search of her precious lover, she’ll find he’s not even home and nowhere to be found. My lips turn up into a sinister smirk. The entire time I’ve spent stalking her, I’ve been paranoid she’ll catch me, and now I almost want her to wake up. I want to relish in the rush of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I open my eyes to make sure she’s not watching me back and secretly hoping she is. It’s far too quiet. If she could see me jerking off, I’m pretty sure she would scream. My cock tightens, my excitement growing. I love the way she screams. Fuck. I’m close, so very close to coming as I watch the round curves of her breasts rising and falling while I pump faster. I think about how fucking hot it was to watch those pretty lips of hers surrounding my cock, suctioned around it as her tongue laps over my sensitive nerves. My release is closing in as I replay the way she swallowed every inch of me. Even in my memories, I’m hypnotized, unable to stop myself from picturing her. Suddenly, it hits me. The familiar tug of relief is about to go pulsing through me. My cum shoots out in a steady stream; each stroke dropping more to the ground between my feet with a splatter. That’s just what I needed, even if it doesn’t compare to the way she felt when I was pounding her desperate little cunt.

Only two more weeks, I remind myself. I can make it two more weeks and then on Halloween night I’ll finally get to take what’s mine again. If I have to wait that long, it will be worth every minute. The anticipation alone is already driving me wild.