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A few hours later, the sun was just beginning to set, its rays peeking through the trees surrounding the house. I sat in the living room reading a book when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone in my backyard.
Instantly rattled, I sat stock still in my chair and pretended to be reading while trying to scope out the situation.
From my current angle, I couldn’t tell who was back there.
Was it a neighbor? Highly unlikely but still a slight possibility.
I prayed it wasn’t a crazy serial killer. The doors might have been locked, but there were always other ways to get inside a house, and I was very much alone all the way out here.
Leaning forward in my seat to grab my glass of water, I used the change in position to get a better look. My breath caught when I realized it was the pool boy. He leaned a shoulder against the trunk of an oak tree, his ankles crossed as he stared at my house. Or more specifically into the room where I was sitting.
Holy shit.
What was he doing there?
Shit. Was he a psychopath? Or was he here to finish the little game we had been playing?
The first option was too scary to comprehend, so in the sanctuary of my home, and in the interest of keeping my sanity, I chose to believe it was the second.
Ignorance is bliss.
Scooting forward in my seat, I continued to read my book with one eye while studying the man with my other. My heart raced as adrenaline pumped through my veins. I felt lightheaded and a little sick to my stomach. Nerves always did that to me.
The whole time I was watching him, he never moved. He was like a statue out there; just when I was beginning to think he was a hardcore creeper, he finally moved to stroke the bulge in his jeans. His movements were slow and methodical, like he had all the time in the world.
Heat rushed over me. My skin prickled with it. My breasts swelled in my bra and a dull ache set up shop inside my pussy.
Without giving it a thought, I stood and walked over to the window in front of where he stood. I was like a moth drawn to a flame. There was no keeping me away from him, even if he was a psychopath.
His posture straightened and his hand dropped from his groin when he realized I could see him there. My initial instinct was that he would leave, but thankfully he stayed and watched me with an intensity that made my insides burn.
The glass barrier of the window made me feel brave and safer than I probably should have. That’s why I stripped down to my birthday suit and did a slow twirl for him. Back at the point where I started from, I saw he now had his jeans undone and his hand stuffed into the front of his pants.
Turning to the side, I plucked at my nipples, arching my spine and letting my head fall back between my shoulders. The blonde strands of my hair swished against the skin on my back as I tormented myself. Each twist and pull sent a bolt of electricity to my pussy, which was now full on throbbing.
I shifted my head to the window and discovered the man now had his cock in his hand. He pumped his length in slow and languid movements.
That wouldn’t do.
I wanted him to be wild. Crazed with passion and want. For me.
Facing the window again, I ran my hands teasingly down the front of my body, straight to where I needed them the most.
My left hand spread my lips open while my right one circled my clit. There was no slow build up for me. No, I was in a rush to show this guy what he did to me. How on edge he had been making me.
The more my pleasure grew, the faster his hand worked up and down his shaft. His face contorted with what I assumed was the pain of holding back his release. I imagined him grunting and groaning as he worked himself over, my name passing his lips.
It was enough to send me over the edge. My palm smacked on the glass and my body convulsed under the force of an exquisite orgasm.
Through my haze of pleasure, I watched in fascination as the man came in thick spurts that landed on the ground at his feet.
Even in my lust-induced stupor, I was beginning to wonder how and when this unhealthy game between us was going to end. I was becoming far too curious for my own good.
FOUR
Saturday, July 29th
The house was dark and quiet as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I didn’t usually have trouble sleeping, but for some reason slumber was eluding me that night.
I turned to my side and stared at the moon through the French doors. As random thoughts flitted through my brain, I found myself wondering what would be next for the sexy pool boy and me. The more I saw him, the more drawn to him I was becoming.
Having had a photoshoot scheduled for that afternoon, I had missed him coming by. It left me feeling disoriented and more needy than usual.
Maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep.
I cupped myself under my silk nightie, trying to stop the ache that was already starting to grow just thinking about him. I lightly traced my inner thigh before softly grazing my pussy lips. A shiver ran up my spine, encouraging a firmer touch from my fingers.
I fell to my back and opened my legs to allow for better access. I pushed two fingers inside myself, drawing my wetness up and rubbing it along my clit. I moaned softly as I continued to fuck myself with my fingers.
Closing my eyes, I imagined hot pool man was standing in front of me, stroking his heavy erection as he watched me pleasure myself. Once I came for him, he would crawl onto the bed and fuck me with all the pent up desire and lust we had for one another. It would be wild and out of control.
Just what my body needed.
My fingers sped up their movements, and I raced towards the orgasm that I so desperately craved. I was wound so tightly I knew it would be a like a freight train when it hit.
Right before I peaked, a muffled thud sounded in the silent house. I froze with my fingers inside my pussy and listened intently for… something. When I heard nothing else, I went back to my task.
It took a little longer this time, building the burn deep inside that was sure to lead to a huge pleasure rush that was quickly becoming my addiction. I felt it coming. I welcomed it. I reached for it with open arms.
My eyes closed tightly as it washed over me, my legs stiffening and my toes curling. I sank into the mattress and took several cleansing breaths as I came down.
Another sound, this one closer, had my eyes flying open.
Standing in the doorway, just past the threshold of my bedroom, was a tall, shadowy figure. Even through the darkness, I could see his arm jerking up and down between his legs.
Scared out of my mind, I grabbed the sheet and covered myself at the same time screaming for help. Knowing my closest neighbor was miles away didn’t matter; I refused to believe no one would come and help me.
Scrambling back on the bed, I moved to stand. My destination? The French doors and my balcony. Even if I needed to scale the trellis down to the ground, I was getting the fuck out of there.
Faster than lightning, the figure moved and instantly, I was pinned to the bed beneath his hard body. I struggled against the hold he had on my arms, trying in vain to free my legs from where his tangled with mine.
At some point, he slipped between my hips and I felt his hardness through the sheet. My stomach dropped with the realization that I was screwed. This man was stronger than me, heavier than me and determined as fuck to overpower me.
“Such a fucking tease,” he grit out in a gravelly voice. His hand roughly gripped my breast, squeezing harder than I was used to.
I knew that voice.
“Please,” I whimpered when his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled my nipple. Against my wishes, it felt like a jolt of electricity right between my legs.