The Mountain Man's Kitten - Thickwood CO

“It’s not stupid. I’m here.”

“I know. Thank you.” She looks up, licking her lips, and her cheeks are rosy, but her eyes are red rimmed and I hate it.

I never want to see her cry ever again.

We sit there for a few minutes, the rain still coming hard, but the thunder diminishes, and I feel her body soften.

I hate that this is how I got to put my hands on her for the first time, but I guess I needed the push. Mother Nature must be rooting for us.

She has no idea my obsession with her. She’s been my world for three years, and being this close, feeling her against me, the broken groan caught in my throat, makes it hard to breathe. I want to use this moment to my advantage, but that would make me a bit of an ass.

I’ve had years go make peace with my infatuation, my love for her, but she may need some time.

I’ll give her five minutes.

If she only knew the hours I’ve spent following her. Preparing for her. I know where she goes and gets her hair cut. That she doesn’t always look both ways when she crosses the street. She sleeps with a stuffed alligator and still gets on her knees by the side of her bed and folds her hands to pray before she gets into bed at night.

She falls asleep on her side, but ends up on her back, and she snores a little bit.

How do I know? Because I fucking stalk her. I bought this little house across the street from her apartment and go there just to watch her with the high-powered binoculars and the listening equipment I researched online like some psycho. I have thousands of pictures of her on my computer. A few hundred I even had printed and I keep them in a folder in my office. They are worn around the edges now, from being handled.

Too many of them held in one hand while my other eased the ache for her. I’m a sick fuck, I sometimes even cum on the photos imagining my release on her tits. Her face. Her cunt. But letting myself go onto some two-dimensional fantasy of her never comes close to easing the pain I carry around, wanting her.

I can’t count how many times I fantasized about getting her here, all the things I want to do with her, to her. Playing out a million perfect scenarios that would woo her, make her love me the way I love her…

I shift, and she takes a deep breath and I feel it…crouching down next to her now I realize, my hard on is free from the opening in the front of my boxers and it’s resting its head on the pillow she’s holding.

If she looks down…

“Hey.” I start, trying to keep her eyes upward. “I think the storm is moving away.”

There hasn’t been another clap of loud thunder or a flash of lightning in a few minutes, even as the rain still comes down against the bedroom window. My mind races, thinking of how to make this moment perfect. I don’t want to fuck this up.

“Yeah.” Her eyes flit to the window, then back to my face, and before I can stop her, she pushes back, sets the pillow down next to her and shifts up onto her knees, my cock in full view between us. “Oh my god.”

Her sapphire eyes go round, and I see her swallow as her eyes stay pinned to my dick, which to add to the moment, is dripping cum from the tip.

“Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“No.” She cuts me off and I hold my breath. “It’s okay.”

I scoot backward, reaching down to try to put the fucker back in the barn and I’m shocked as hell when her hand comes to my forearm, holding it there.

The touch of her hand makes my balls twitch and more drops of cum slip from the slit of my cock, dripping down onto the top of my thigh. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen.

Her eyes are still red from crying, my dick is taking center stage and even with the flame in her eyes, knowing I could take what I know is mine right here, she’s not ready. I need all of her. Not just some moment of fear and then a hard on of distraction.

“No.” It nearly kills me, but I reach down with my other hand and put my erection back in my boxers and looking at her face I see the confusion. “Kat…I want to tell you something.” I grunt, reaching for her hands and pulling her up with me, then walking us to the edge of the bed and sitting her down.

I take her face in my hands, then push a few wild strands of her blonde ringlets behind her ears.