0 comments/ 9810 views/ 1 favorites The Shadows Have Eyes Ch. 01 By: nakedskin2000 It was a dark and stormy night, but the urge demanded relief, satisfaction. As I crouched down in the bushes something primal washed over me. Yes, I could feel the ancient hunter in me waiting, anticipating the arrival of my prey. How I longed to catch just a glimpse. Would me efforts be rewarded this night? I settled in for what I hope to be short wait. The storm raged above, pelting me with stinging rain. Thunder clapped loudly through the night as the lighting illuminated the sky like a Fourth of July fireworks finale. Yet in my mind, all was peaceful, calm, serene. There I sat scrolling through the hours of mental tape that I had on this particular subject. I watched as he prepared for work, got ready for bed, driving to the store, shopping, and a million other daily activities. And each incident renewed the yearning in my loins and the wetness between my legs. Tonight was no different in that respect. As I waited in the still of the night, my aching pussy begged to be caressed. My nipples stood erect like sentries on duty, painfully aware of my body's growing arousal. The storm was finally abating and the creatures of the night began creepy out of their shelters to serenade me. The crickets and night birds sang their songs as the water droplets dripped next to me in rhythm. I was weary and about to give up when I saw the headlights turn into the driveway. My heart fluttered and my arousal escalated. I crouched down lower in my patch of bushes and clutched my black rain slicker closer to my body. His car slowly rolled to a stop, the headlights clicked off at the same time the side door opened. For the briefest moment, the interior light illuminated the object of my desire. My body trembled as I anticipated the coming events. From my hideout, I watched as he closed the car door and disappeared to the front of his house. I took that opportunity to settle in closer and clear my view to the windows at the back of the house. Within a few minutes a flash of light flooded the room and spilled into the backyard. I was nervous that I might be seen but I calmed myself with the knowledge that one cannot see what one does not know exists. Dress in all black there was little chance that he would see me. I, on the other hand, knew all to well he existed and he would be seen most definitely. He approached the huge windows that faced the backyard and he undid his tie as he surveyed all that was his. He had spent countless hours amassing his great wealth and he was proud of his possessions. He had a 5 bedroom, 3 bath home nestled on a 2 acre piece of property. He enjoyed his two expensive cars and his equally expensive motorcycle. He always dined at the finest restaurants, drank the finest wines and champagnes. No, he had no problem showing off his riches; however, at the same time he was not afraid to get dirty. I know this because I've seen it with my own leering eyes. In fact this patch of bushes that is now acting as my hidden bluff was put in by my subject. I remember vividly how his muscles strained under the exertion of digging the holes for each bush. How his naked torso was covered in sweat and dirt from the days toils. How at the end of the task he stripped out of the remainder of his work clothes and dove into his pool. Oh the site of his naked manhood was almost enough to make me climax. That however was put off only until I reached my car a few blocks away. I sat in the driver's seat with my hand down the front of my loose sweatpants furiously rubbing my burning clitoris. Within minutes a powerful orgasm ripped through my body, soaking my hand, pants and leather interior. I had masturbated like that on many occasions before, but tonight would be the first time I was so close to the object of my desire! His tie finally tossed onto his huge bed, he slowly unbuttoned his designer shirt exposing his chiseled chest. Lost in his own world his hands moved to his belt buckle. Soon it was undone and he was onto unbuttoning his pants. Down slid his zipper. He pushed his slacks down his muscular legs and stood for a minute in only his crisp clean boxer shorts. Something startled him as he was snapped out of his reverie; he turned and grabbed his cell phone, placing to his ear. As he chatted he expertly used one hand to slide off his boxers. He gave his genitals a playful rub while still talking on the phone. I almost cried out with envy. I wanted to be the one rubbing his manhood! Finally he clicked off his phone and playfully gave his penis on last tug and strode into his private bathroom. That was when I made the decision that watching would no longer suffice. I needed more! I do not know how long he spent in the shower but I do know it only took me five minutes to get off in his bushes. As soon as his bathroom door closed I sat back in the bushes, spread my legs and rubbed my pussy unmercifully. My fingers were nothing but a blur and I almost passed out when my orgasm hit. I quickly composed myself and sneaked back to my car. There was much to be done if I was to finally get that which I desired. The planning started almost immediately and by the time I was pulling into my driveway, I had all of the details hammered out. After a nice long hot shower and another round of frantic self-pleasuring, I began to gather the necessary tools for my greatest voyeuristic caper. I carefully packed my small black back pack and mapped out the time line I would need to pull it off. I began with precise recon: following my man to learn his daily routine, timing his arrivals and departures, even getting the blueprints to his home. The internet provided useful information as well, like how to by pass a security systems and how to make false keys. As the days dragged by, I spent more time pleasuring myself and yet I was never satisfied. I needed to feel his skin, to hold him, caress him, to envelop him. The assortment of sex toys I had purchased over the years could no longer satiate my desire. I needed his thick hard cock penetrating deep into my silky womb. And soon I would have it! The day of my little operation finally arrived. I had made special contingency plans in case my little operation encountered any unforeseen snags. For example, I had my sister check into a posh bed and breakfast on the coast on the condition she used my name. I also had her rent a car for me to use. There is always a paper trail, always; one just has to manage the details, that's all. I prepared all night long. I packed all of the necessary equipment that I was planning to use in a black nylon gym bag. I loaded my gear into the rent-a-wreck, making sure I had plenty of gas and a nice selection of CD's. Then I went inside and began my grooming ritual. I took a long hot bath to calm my nerves and relax my body. I then opened a brand new razor for the occasion. I wanted to do something new and special since this was going to be a special night. I lathered up my legs and proceeded to shave them smooth. After about 10 minutes my legs felt silky and not a stray hair was to be found. I then shaved my armpits to stay within them ultra feminine vain. Next I did something I had never done before. I turned on the hot water to recharge my bath. As my tub was refilling I sprayed a large dollop of shaving cream into my opened hand. I began to rub the thick lather into the hairs of my pubic mound. I have trimmed my bush on occasion but I had never shaved there, ever. No landing strips, no cool shapes, not even a bikini line. But tonight I was determined to be smooth all over. Once the cream was spread out evenly, I place the razor in the hot bath water. Slowly I lifted my razor to the top of my stubbly bush letting the shiny steel touch my skin. As soon as the steel contacted my skin my pussy twitched with excitement. Dragging the razor through my pubic hair sent electric pulses throughout my body. In only 20 minutes I had completely rid my womanhood of all pubic hairs and enjoyed 2 orgasms, all without touching my pussy. Finally I had one last spot to cleanse and it would be the trickiest of them all. Once again I sprayed some shaving cream into my palm. I then stood in the bath with my legs as far apart as I could, bent over at the waist, and slid my shaving cream filled hand between my legs and up and down the entire length of my ass crack. Holding a hand mirror in one hand and the razor in the other, I proceeded through the painstakingly laborious process of removing the hairs around my backdoor. I wanted to be presentable all over just in case my new lover would like to be adventurous! After all of the shaving was done, I release the drain emptying the tub. At the same time I turned on the shower to wash off the excess cream and hair stubble left behind. Once I was clean I removed the massaging shower head from its perch, placing it directly over my clitoris. The pounding sensation of the hot water on my love button pushed me to another powerful orgasm. As I came down from my climax, I toweled off quickly and slipped under my red satin sheets. Sleep came fast and my dreams were filled with wild passionate sex. I knew that when I woke the next day, I would be living my dreams! I was wide awake at crack of dawn and was already as giddy as a school girl. My evening was filled with lustful dreams; dreams so real I could almost taste them. I rolled out of bed and padded my way into the bathroom. I turned on the shower to let the water heat up while I used the facilities. Soon I was in my steaming hot bath allowing the water to cascade over my heaving breasts on its way to the drain below. I slowly lathered up my best louffa with my finest scented body wash and began the agonizingly slow process of cleansing my supple body. I dragged my louffa around my arms first then slowly moved it up to scrub my neckline. Soon the hot water and the heavenly scent had my head swimming with desire. With my free hand I began to massage my firm breasts until both of my nipples were rock hard. I slid my bath sponge down the left side of my wet form until it reaches the crevice between my thighs. The course material of my sponge arouses my most sensitive area. I can feel my orgasm building. But I must wait until tonight to have my release. So I remove my hand from my breasts and from in between my thighs and finish the rest of my shower without sexual incident. After I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, I grabbed my over sized terry clothe towel and begin drying myself off. It is hard not to pleasure myself but again I remind myself that tonight I will realize all of my pleasures; I just have to be patient. The day seems to creep by. My thoughts are filled with nothing but the evening's activities. I am wet and aroused all day which makes it difficult concentrating on covering all of the final minute details. But somehow I got through. Finally, zero hour had arrived. Let the games begin!