I looked out my window for the tenth time tonight, it was a routine. I’d get home from work, he’d be there, I’d get out of the shower, he’d be there, I’d make dinner and sit down to eat, he’d be there, I’d get ready for bed, he’d be there, I’d turn off my light to go to sleep, he’d be there. I’d wake up, and he’d be there.
It wasn’t only at home. When I’d look out the window at the furniture store I managed, he’d be there. If I went out with friends, he’d be there. No matter where I was, he was there. The same bike, the same helmet, the same man. He used to hide it more. But after over a year of being my shadow, it seems we’ve both become comfortable with him following me closer.
I used to try to date but the men would either be scared of him or weirded out by the whole thing. I suppose I didn’t help much when I refused to file a police report against him. But they just didn’t understand. I like him there and I don’t ever want him to stop following me.
We’ve never met as far as I know. I truthfully don’t even know what he looks like under his helmet. But it doesn’t change my attraction to him. I have fantasies about him, often. He’s really the only man in my life these days. The only one I think about. The only one I worry about. The only one who ever brings me to climax.
I’m not sure if he knows it’s him I am picturing when I’m making myself cum but I leave the blinds open so he can watch. I hope he does watch. And I hope it turns him on as much as it does me when I think about him watching.
Tonight I don’t just leave my blinds open, I leave my whole window open so he can hear me. I wonder if he could hear me. He isn’t usually close enough that I think he would be able to hear me but maybe he’ll see the window open and it will encourage him to get closer. I want him to get closer. Really close.
I stand in front of the window as I allow my silk robe to drop slowly off my shoulders. My eyes are trained on him. I can’t see his eyes with his helmet on but I know he’s looking at me. And even though I can’t see him, I can feel his eyes on me. My robe hangs open as it pools at my waist. I leave it hanging off my arms as I run my hand over my smooth skin. One hand trailing over my tits, pinching my nipples until they pucker with arousal. I guide my other hand across my smooth stomach before dipping it between my legs.
I’m already wet. Excited to show him how much he turns me on. I let my head fall back as I run my fingers between my wetness pulling it to lubricate my sensitive clit. Moaning as I circle it with my fingers. Squeezing my tits when they become sensitive with arousal.
I drop my arms allowing the robe to fall completely off me. Exposing my entire naked body in front of the window, in front of him. Bringing my eyes back to where he is, I lock my eyes onto him as I sink two fingers into my wet cunt. I gasp followed by a moan.
His head tilts and I wonder if he can hear me. I hope he can. I want him to know what his presence does to me. I want him to see and hear the effect he has on me. Because this is all him. No other man has ever had such an intense effect on my body and my mind. My thoughts are completely owned by him.
My breathing picks up and I know my moans are getting louder. I imagine him pounding into me with more than his fingers. I picture him in front of me holding me and pounding into me. His hands on me instead of my own hands.
Thoughts that have me so close to the edge. My head drops back exposing my neck, imagining his lips kissing along my sensitive skin, a hand wrapped around my throat.
I look back to where he is, needing to catch him looking at me as I fuck myself with my fingers. But he’s not there, he’s not leaning against his bike watching me like he always is. Panic floods me as I lean against the window to look for him. My eyes frantically searching for him.
I look around everywhere, my eyes moving left and right wildly. Movement catches my eyes. I see him standing beside the window. So close. Leaning against the siding. A thrill quivers through my body. This is the closest he’s ever been to me. I suck in a breath. He can definitely hear me but where he is, if I stayed where I was, he wouldn’t be able to see me.
I shift to lean against the wall beside the window opposite him. My head turned so I could see him and he could me. All that’s separating us is a thin screen. Images of him ripping apart the screen and climbing through it to me flood me with more arousal. My cunt is dripping between my legs.
I slide my fingers back between my legs, teasing my clit. My other hand on my tits, alternating between pinching my nipples and massaging my tits. “Keep going” my heart catches at the sound of his voice. I almost pass the fuck out. It’s muffled with the helmet but it’s still so sexy.
“No other man has ever had such an intense effect on my body and my mind. My thoughts are completely owned by him.”
“I want to see you play with that pretty cunt for me.” Oh fuck, his voice alone could make me cum. The speed at which I tease my clit speeds up. Moans ripping from me. Something about him being so close has me more turned on than I’ve been in a long time.
I stare at him as I push my fingers back into my cunt. I can’t see him through the helmet in the dark. But I don’t care, his presence is bringing me so close to the edge. I’m so close but I can’t quite get there. I’m needy for him to touch me.
To feel his fingers in me and more. “Does my pretty girl need more?” “Mmm” God, his voice and words. “Yes, please” I moan. “I want you to keep fucking that pretty cunt with your fingers but I want you to slide another finger in. Stretch that tight cunt for me.” I do as he orders without hesitation. The extra pressure makes me gasp. “That’s it. That’s my pretty girl” he encourages.
“Fuck yourself harder. Faster. Needier.” Again, I follow his orders. My breathing is speeding up with the pace of my fingers pounding into me. Of the thoughts of it being him pounding into me. I feel myself getting closer to the edge. “Tease your clit with your other hand. Just like I’ve seen you do when I watch you and you cum on your hand for me.” His voice is gravelly and low. His admitting to watching me, knowing it was for him, sends me over with a scream.
By the time I come down from my climax, imagining he went over the edge with me, he’s already moved back to his distant post. Still watching me but I miss his nearness and I know, I’ll do anything in my power to have him closer to me again. So much closer.
