Stalking Her

Lane pulls me with him and hustles me across the room. He doesn’t say anything, and his grip is tight on my hand. Tugging me into an office, he shuts the door and pushes me against it. “What are you doing?”

Well, shit. He looks mad. Is it because he didn’t want me to interfere? Maybe he wanted that woman to touch him. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”

He leans down real close until I can feel his hot breath on my cheek. “I mean you’ve been sitting on that stool watching me, every move I make. You almost got into a fight with some drunk chick.”

I shrug my shoulders. “She shouldn’t have grabbed you,” I tell him.

“And… and you’ve been sliding your legs together like you need the friction, as if you’re imagining me between those sweet thighs.” He leans in and takes a deep breath. “Fuck, Angel. I can smell you. Is that for me?”

I don’t even give in to the embarrassment I should feel. Yeah, it’s for him. I’ve never wanted someone so much in all my life. But I don’t answer his questions. I ask my own. “How long have you watched me? I saw you outside my apartment building, outside my work and at the gym. You follow me all the time… but you act like you don’t want me.” I slide my hands up his chest and curl my fingers into his shirt. “My question is… how many times have you stroked your cock thinking of me?”

4

Lane

I drop my head and rest my forehead on hers. Hearing cock from her sexy lips is going to be my undoing. I’ve done all I can to stay away from her. Yes, following her, watching her is an addiction. But I could have kept doing that and only that. Until she touched me. Now I know I need more. Watching her is not going to be enough.

“Yes, I watched you. Because I couldn’t not watch you. You’re like a drug to me,” I admit to her and wait for disgust or even fear to cross her face. I wait for her to pull away from me and run from the room. But she doesn’t. Her face brightens, and she slides her hands around my neck.

Her lips touch mine, and I forget to breathe. I’ve dreamed of this moment a thousand times, and it’s here. I don’t want to scare her, but my hands tighten at her waist, not trusting myself not to deepen the kiss even though that’s exactly what I want to do.

“I like it when you watch me. Do you want to watch me now?” she asks me softly, her chest rising and falling in little pants. I know I must be mistaken, she’s not going to undress here, but then she starts to do exactly that. She starts at the buttons on her shirt. Slowly, she undoes each one, and by the time she’s at the last one, my cock is hard and lengthening in my pants.

She pulls the silky material from her body before tossing it to a chair. Her black bra is lacy and barely contains her large breasts. She reaches behind her, and it’s then I realize I’m standing here with my mouth hanging open. I slam it shut, and she pauses.

“Do you want me to stop?”

My throat is thick, and I don’t think I can manage the words, so I shake my head side to side. Keep going, my head is screaming. I don’t want her to stop until I’m pounding so deep inside her that I don’t know where I end and she begins.

She undoes her bra, and her large, heavy breasts spill from the silky material. Instantly I reach for her, cupping her, running my fingers over her taut, rosy nipples. She gasps but arches her back, pressing her breasts firmly into my hands.

She unzips the back of her skirt and lets the material fall down her legs. She picks it up, just to toss it with her shirt, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I’ve imagined this a thousand times, but even my imagination has not done her justice.

She’s got curves. Fuck, my balls clench painfully, does she have curves. I gaze at her up and down, and the longer I stand here, the more I want her. Because I can’t stop myself, I grip her hips, loving the feel of the silky material of her panties but knowing I need them gone. “Off.” I grunt at her, putting my fingers into each side of her panties and pulling them down her legs. I fall to my knees, and her creamy pussy is right in front of me. She’s standing, naked, with only a pair of heels on her feet and pearls around her neck. I inhale deeply, knowing she’s already wet for me. She wants this.