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The Stalker Ch. 01

By: D.C. Roi



Wearing only my bathrobe, I wandered into the kitchen and over to the counter. I got together the fixings for coffee, assembled them, and got the coffee maker going. I'd just flipped the switch to turn it on when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I turned and watched Didi, a young woman who occasionally spends the night at my house, wander into the kitchen. She was wearing one of my dress shirts. Her short red hair was tousled, and her well-shaped bare legs showed below the shirt which, because she was so short, came to a spot about halfway down her thighs.

The shirt would have come lower, but Didi's breasts, which would have been big on any woman, but looked gigantic on her tiny form, shortened it a little. As I watched, she put her hands behind her head, stretched, and yawned. It was Monday morning. She and I had, as we occasionally do, spent the weekend together.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," she replied. "I like it better when you come over to my house for the weekend. That way I don't have to get up so early to get to work."

I smiled and shook my head. "Next time, I'll come to your house, I promise," I told her.

Didi smiled at me and, in that tiny voice of hers, said, "You better."

"Coffee will be ready in a little bit," I said.

Didi gave me a funny smile, then she hopped up so she was sitting on the kitchen table. "Come here," she said softly, holding her arms out to me.

I walked across the room and, when I reached her, I bent and gave her a "good morning" kiss. When our lips joined, I felt her hands moving to the belt that held my bathrobe shut and opening it. Her tongue slid into my mouth and her fingers wrapped around my cock, which had begun to stiffen the minute my lips met hers.

"Oh, wow!" she exclaimed, grinning, when our kiss ended. She continued to stroke my cock, which now had swollen to full erection. "You going to give this to me?"

"You want it, you got it!" I said. I stepped between her legs and pulled up the shirt she was wearing. There was nothing under it, which left her opening exposed to me. She grabbed my erection in my hand and guided it into her. I'd made love with Didi in so many wild places, it was almost mundane to be making love with her on the kitchen table.

"Is...this what...you...wanted?" I grunted as I drove urgently into her, feeling the warmth of her tight cavern engulfing me, glorying in the tightness I'd come to relish so much in the eighteen months I'd been seeing her.

"It's exactly what I wanted," Didi replied, wrapping her legs around me and thrusting against me.

I kept slamming into her, making her bottom slide back and forth on the slick table top. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me. I could hear her gasp every time I drove into her, then I felt her stiffen and her legs tightened.

"Ahh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh! Ahh! Ahh!" Didi moaned, "I'm coming! Oh, damn, I'm coming! Aahh! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Ahh!" Paroxysms of ecstasy shook her. Desperately, she clutched me and squirmed as she experienced what felt like a powerful orgasm.

I felt Didi's hot cave begin to pulse, then my insides - which were coiled tightly with need - uncoiled. My hot fluids flowed up from inside me and spewed into Didi's hot sleeve. "Oh! Didi! Didi!" I cried. I squeezed her ass, pulling her against me. "Yes! Yes!"

When we finished, we stayed as we were for a few minutes, clinging to each other, barely able to breathe, overwhelmed by the intensity the experience we had just shared.

Didi was the first to move. She leaned back, looked at me, and smiled. "That was awesome!" she gasped, still breathless.

"It was, wasn't it?" I agreed. "Damn, woman, you sure do have a powerful effect on me."

"I kinda like that," Didi giggled. "That coffee ready yet?"

"Ah, yeah...it...it ought to be," I replied. I stepped back and belted my robe back around me. Didi slipped off the table and my shirt dropped, covering again.

I started for the counter to get us some coffee when a knock sounded at my back door. I turned and smiled at my adorable companion. "Whoever that is has a good sense of timing," I said.

"Yeah, they sure do," Didi replied, giggling. "It's a good thing they didn't show up five minutes earlier, isn't it?"

"I guess," I said. I took a detour to the door and opened it.

Standing on my back porch was a short, stocky, balding man. He had on a threadbare gray suit and white shirt. His maroon and blue striped tie hung loose and the top button of his shirt was undone. His name is Roscoe Garth. He's a retired cop and good friend. By the way, my name is Mike Torrance. I was a cop for ten years, but I quit to pursue a writing career. Roscoe retired five years ago and opened a private detective agency. I occasionally do work for him, and he stops at my house a lot to discuss cases. I wondered why he was stopping by today.

"Good morning, Roscoe," I said. "What brings you over here so early?"

"Got to go see someone near here about a bodyguard job a little later this morning," he said, walking into my kitchen. His eyes widened and a smile formed on his face when he saw Didi. "Morning, Didi," he said.

"Hi, Roscoe," Didi replied. She sat down in a chair at the kitchen table.

They knew each other because it wasn't the first time they'd bumped into each other in my house. In fact, Roscoe was familiar with most of the women I've been keeping company with since my divorce. I sometimes think he drops by to see them, not me.

I got three mugs out of the cabinet, poured coffee into all of them, and carried the cups to the table, where Roscoe had made himself comfortable. I set them down, then sat down.

"Bodyguard work, huh?" I said. "You figure you're going to need me?"

Roscoe took a sip of his coffee, then he shrugged. "Won't know until I talk to the guy who's hiring me," he said. "Got the call from a lawyer name of Bergman. He wouldn't tell me who the client is, just that she's being stalked and wants full-time protection."

"What about the cops?" Didi asked. "If this lady's being stalked, why don't they do something about it?"

"Don't know the answer to that, honey," Roscoe said. He drank some more of his coffee. "Probably they don't have the manpower to provide this lady with round the clock protection."

"People don't understand," I added. "When you're being stalked, it's the only case you know about. In a city the size of Jamestown, I bet the police department has a hundred or more stalking cases they need to work on. And they maybe have one or two detectives to work them."

"Oh," Didi said. She sipped some of her coffee.

"If it looks like I'm going to need you, are you available?" Roscoe asked me.

"As of right now I am," I said. "Just so I have enough time off to finish some articles I'm working on."

"No problem," he said. "If this lady wants twenty-four hour protection, I'm gonna have to use three, maybe four guys minimum. I promise not to make you work more than eight hours at a stretch."

"You're such a kind, thoughtful boss," I said.

"Yeah, sure," Roscoe said. He shoved his chair back from the table and stood up. "Gotta go," he said. "You be around later if I need to talk with you about this job?"

"As far as I know I'll be," I said. "If I'm not here, you know my cell phone and pager numbers."

Roscoe laughed. "Yeah, I sure do, don't I? he replied. "Thanks for the coffee. Nice seeing you again, Didi." He shambled across the kitchen to the back door and left.

"You think he's going to need to use you?" Didi asked after Roscoe left.

I shrugged. "Could be," I said. "Providing protection for someone around the clock takes a lot of manpower, and isn't cheap. I hope whoever's hiring him has a fat bank account."

"Must be nice to have that kind of money," Didi said. She finished her coffee, then stood up. "I think I'm going to take a shower, then you can take me out to breakfast and drive me to work."

"Sounds good to me," I said. She worked for one of the airlines and was based at the local airport. I'd picked her up there after work the day before. I watched her walk out of the kitchen, drained my cup of coffee, then went to join her in the shower.

I opened the shower door. Didi turned and a smile formed on her face. "I was wondering if you were going to take a shower with me," she said. Droplets of water glistened like jewels on her pale skin.

"You know I wouldn't miss a chance to do that," I replied.

"Come on in, the water's fine" Didi said. She reached for the soap and when she did her magnificent breasts, which I so enjoyed fondling and sucking, moved delightfully. It caused an immediate reaction in the area of my groin. My penis again began to grow stiff.

When she straightened, I took the washcloth from her. "Let me do that," I said.

Didi grinned. "I'd love it if you did." She glanced down, saw my erect cock, her eyes widened, and she giggled. "Oh, good. Something's come up. I hope I'm not gonna be late for work."

"We have plenty of time," I said. I lathered the cloth and began washing her, paying very careful attention to her breasts. Her nipples - large and succulent when she's aroused - rapidly grew firm and poked through the white suds that covered her chest like little fingers.

"I..." Didi stammered. She leaned against me and clutched my arm, "I...Ahh!...don't stop. Ah! Uh! God! You know just how to do that, don't you?"

I bent and covered her lips with mine. Her mouth opened, her arms slid around me, and our tongues dueled. Her wet body pressed against mine, trapping my rigid cock against her soft belly. I slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom.

When the kiss ended, Didi took the washcloth from me. "My turn," she said softly, took the soap, and got the cloth even more full of lather than I had it. Then she wrapped the suds-covered cloth around my rigid cock and washed it more thoroughly than it had ever been washed before. By the time she finished, my legs were shaking and I felt as if I was going to come any second.

"Damn, Didi, if you keep that up," I gasped, "I'm going to come in your hand! You can't imagine how good that feels!"

"I sure don't want to waste any of that hot stuff of yours," Didi murmured. She continued sliding the slippery cloth up and down on my erect member. "Why don't you do something with this that will make us both happy?" She gave my cock a squeeze, then she released me, turned her back to me, and bent over. I didn't need to be told what she wanted. I centered my cock on her opening and drove into her.

"Yes! Oh, damn, yes!" Didi hissed as my shaft plunged into her.

Fighting for control, I slid my cock in and out of her tight pussy. It felt wonderful! "I...Oh, God! I'm not sure how long I can keep doing this!" I said. "Jesus, do you ever feel good!" I leaned forward, and grasped her dancing breasts in my hands.

She groaned and pressed back, trying to take me deeper into her. "I...I'm not going to be able to wait, either!" she murmured. Then her body stiffened and began to tremble. "Now! Now! Now! Ahhh!" Her body began bucking against mine when a powerful orgasm roared through her.

The rhythmic spasming of her cunt was more than I could take. Clutching her spongy breasts, I exploded into her, moaning with joy as I did. "Unnhh!" I bawled. Torrents of hot come jetted into her.

It was a while before either of us could stand alone. When we at last were under control, Didi turned, moved against me, put her arms around me, and laid her head on my chest. "You are incredible!" she murmured. "I...I don't know what it is, but I can't get enough of you. You touch me and I want you!"

"I feel the same way," I told her. "You are a very remarkable young lady."

She looked at me and smiled. "You know, we ought to get out of the shower before we wrinkle," she giggled. "And I do have to get to work.

We did, playfully toweling each other dry. While she finished doing all the things women have to do, I got dressed. When she was ready, we left the house, got in my car, and headed for the airport.

"I almost forgot," Didi said as I drove down the street. "Jill, down at the health club, wants you to give her a call."

I'd seen Jill Thompson once before and wound up meeting Didi the same night. "Do you know what she wants to talk to me about?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," Didi replied. "The last time I was in, I was saying something to one of the other girls about how a guy I'm going out with is a private investigator and Jill overheard me. She asked me to tell you to call her about doing some work for her."

"She know that she's responsible for our meeting?" I asked, grinning.

Didi giggled. "No way!"

"I'll give her a call after I drop you off," I said.

"You gonna try to get in her pants?" Didi asked.

"Would you mind if I did?" I asked. Didi and I didn't have an exclusive relationship. She'd broken up with the guy she was living with when she and I met, but we weren't a couple. Mostly we were two people who enjoyed each other's company and who really enjoyed the sex we share.

"I don't care what you do," my companion replied. She giggled. "If she goes at you like she did those two guys I saw her with in the guys' locker room that time, you'll be walking funny for a week."

"What makes you think I'll be the one walking funny?" I replied.

"I hadn't thought about it that way," Didi chuckled. "Maybe you're right."

I pulled up to the front gate of the airport building, stopped, put the car in "Park," and turned to look at Didi.

She leaned over and kissed me. "When will I see you again?" she asked.

"I guess that's up to you," I said. "And it might depend on what your friend at the health club has in mind for me, too."

"Why don't we try to get together next weekend?" Didi said. She grinned. "At my place this time."

"Sounds OK to me," I said. "I'll give you a call later in the week."

Didi gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for a wonderful weekend," she said. She slid out of the car and walked into the building. I put the car in "Drive" and headed for my house.

The Stalker Ch. 02



After I dropped Didi off at work, I drove back to my house, found the health club number in my files and dialed it. While the phone at the health club rang, I remembered what Jill Thompson looked like. I knew because I’d seen all of her. She looked, as I remembered, as if she was in her mid to late thirties, she had blonde hair, and a well-toned body. I remembered her as being quite attractive, too.

“Jamestown Wellness Family Spa,” a female voice said when the phone was answered.

“I’d like to speak with Jill Thompson, please,” I said.

“Just a second,” the receptionist said. She put me on hold, and I was treated to a short commercial that extolled the virtues of good health, particularly the kind that could be obtained by purchasing an inexpensive – inexpensive to them, anyhow – membership to the Wellness Family Spa.

“This is Jill Thompson,” a rich female voice said.

I identified myself and added, “Didi Wallace said you wanted to talk with me.”

“You’re the…the private investigator,” Ms. Thompson said.

“I occasionally do perform that kind of work,” I said.

“Are you available?” she asked.

“Depends what you want me to do,” I replied. “Rather than do this over the phone, why don’t I come down there. It might be better if we talked in person before you decide whether you want to hire me or not.”

“Yes, I guess that might be best,” she said. “When can you get here?”

“It takes me about fifteen minutes to drive from my home to the club,” I replied. “Is that soon enough?”

“That will be fine,” she replied.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked into the health club. A pretty black woman, dressed in a lavender Spandex outfit, was sitting behind the reception desk. She smiled at me and said, “Can I help you?”

I told her my name. “I have an appointment with Ms. Thompson,” I said.

The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. After speaking a few words and listening, she put it down and smiled at me some more. “She’s expecting you,” she said. “You can go right in.” She gestured toward a door that had a sign that said, “Manager” on it.

“Thank you,” I said, and walked toward the door.

Jill Thompson stood up when I entered her office. She had on a shocking pink tank top made of shiny Spandex, shiny black leggings and a pink bikini that matched the top over them. Her midriff was bare and looked firm, as did the rest of her body, which appeared to have everything in exactly the spot it was supposed to be. Her hair, a sandy blonde and full, was pulled back and fastened with a shocking pink elastic band into a kind of fluffy pony tail.

She looked as if she might be my age, maybe a few years older, but the passage of time hadn’t done any damage to her looks. She had wide blue eyes and a full mouth. Only a few wrinkles showed on her face, and I thought they added character and made her look more interesting.

She walked out from behind her desk, smiled at me, and extended her hand. “I’m Jill Thompson,” she said.

We exchanged greetings and, at Ms. Thompson’s request, I sat down. She went back behind her desk and sat down, too.

“What can I do to help you?” I asked.

“I’m…I’m being stalked and threatened,” she replied. “I need protection.”

There seemed to be a lot of that going around lately. First Roscoe mentions a stalking case, now I’m bumping into another one.

“Have you talked with the police about this?” I asked.

“Yes, of course I have,” she replied. “They…they say they’re doing what they can, but…” She shrugged. “They never seem to be around when I need them to be.”

“So you’re looking to hire me as a bodyguard?” I asked.

She nodded.

“That will take more than one person,” I said. “And it’s liable to be very expensive.”

“Oh,” she said. “You…you mean you can’t do it alone?”

“Not if you want it done right,” I said. “I can’t stay awake twenty-four hours a day, and there are other things I sometimes have to do that would take my eyes off you.”

She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” she asked. Then she realized what I meant and her face turned bright red.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” I asked. “Maybe I can help you come up with a way to deal with it that won’t be outrageously expensive, but will do the job.”

“All…all right,” she said. “I know who’s doing it, if that helps.”

“It does,” I said.

“His…his name is...it’s Billy…Billy Devlin,” she said. “He…he used to work for me.”

“Did you fire him?” I asked.

She nodded. “I had to,” she said. “He…he was becoming disruptive here at the club.”

“I take it he wasn’t happy about being fired,” I said. Actually, not many people are.

Jill shook her head. “No…he…he took it very badly,” she said. “At…at the time, he...he made lots of threats, but, well, with all of the other men who work here around, he couldn’t do much, you know?”

I’d seen some of the buff guys working out when I came in, so I knew what she meant.

“So I take it he doesn’t bother you here at the club, then?” I asked.

She shook her head again. “No…never. He…he wouldn’t dare,” she said.

“Well, then you’re safe as long as you’re here, aren’t you?” I asked.

“I guess I am,” she said.

“OK,” I went on. “We’ve eliminated the need for you to have me hanging around here during the day. Do you have any idea why he’s stalking you? Is the fact that you fired him the only reason?”

Ms. Thompson reddened a little and gazed at me. “Why…why do you have to know that?” she asked. “What…what has that got to do with your protecting me?”

“Knowing the guy’s motivation can be helpful,” I said. “If he’s a total nut case, that could make being your bodyguard a lot tougher. Mentally ill stalkers are so irrational nothing short of locking them up keeps the victim safe. If he’s doing it to get revenge on you for firing him, maybe we can dissuade him. On the other hand, if there’s another reason…”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like is he a spurned lover?” I asked.

Jill turned as red as I’d seen her since I arrived. She nodded slowly. “I…I guess that’s the real reason,” she said softly.

“So you and he were lovers, you dumped him, and he doesn’t like that,” I said. “Now he’s on your case to let him back in your life?”

“We…I…I never intended for it to get that serious,” Jill said. “I…Billy…he’s years younger than I am. I…I thought we were just having fun, enjoying each other’s company. I…I never realized he thought it was more than that.”

“Looks like there was a serious misunderstanding on his part,” I said. “What kind of stuff has he been doing?”

“He calls me at home all the time, leaves awful messages on my answering machine,” Jill said. She hugged herself and shuddered a little. “And…sometimes…when I get home, he’s there, waiting.”

“Has he ever harmed you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No,” she said softly. “But…but lately, he seems to be getting more and more angry. It’s like he’s starting to lose control. I…the more I tell him I’m not going to see him any more, the more furious he gets.”

“Do you think it might help if I went and talked with him?” I asked. “Maybe if I explain that he’s looking at some serious jail time if he keeps this up he’ll stop.”

“I’m not sure what he’d do if you did that,” Jill said. “He…he might think you and I…well…” She shrugged. “He…he’s very jealous. He…he did threaten one of the other men I…I’ve been seeing and…”

“Did he assault the guy?” I asked.

Jill shook her head. “I…the man…his name is Brent…he said he thought Billy wanted to jump him,” she told me. “But Brent’s much bigger than Billy and, well, I think Billy knew he’d get hurt if he tried anything.”

“OK,” I said. “Do you happen to have a picture of this guy by any chance?” It would help if I knew what the guy I was protecting her from looked like. It isn’t good when a person’s bodyguard protects her from the wrong person.

“I do,” Jill replied. “We...we had a picture of the staff taken for a brochure when Billy worked here. He’s in it.” She opened a desk drawer, pulled out a folder, took an 8 X 12 glossy picture out of it, and handed it to me. “Billy is the one kneeling in the middle of the front row,” she said.

I studied the picture. The guy she said was stalking her was short, very muscular, and had a dark crew cut. For some reason, he looked familiar. Then it hit me. He was one of the three guys I’d seen Ms. Thompson fucking in the men’s locker room the night I met Didi.

“You have a funny look on your face,” Jill observed. “Do you know Billy?”

“I think I may have heard about him,” I lied. I wasn’t sure it would help anything if I told Ms. Thompson I knew more about her sex life than she thought I did.

“Can…can you help me?” Jill asked. “I’m really frightened that Billy is going to do something really awful…and soon. You…you have to see how angry he’s been lately.”

“OK,” I said. “I think I can manage, at least for a while. It sounds to me like I’ll need to keep an eye on you after work, and make sure you get home safely, anyhow.”

Jill looked frightened. “But…but what happens after you leave?” she asked. “I’m afraid that if Billy sees you bring me home, that will just make him more furious.”

“If you want me to stay, it’s going to cost you,” I warned.

“How…how much?” she asked.

“I get $300 a day, plus expenses,” I said.

“But…but you won’t be working for me all day,” Jill said. “And…and I suppose you can sleep at night. I have a spare bedroom in my apartment you can use.”

“Why don’t we try a different tack here?” I said. “How much can you afford to pay me? You tell me that and I’ll tell you how much of my time it will buy you.”

She sat at her desk, looking thoughtful, for a while. “I can afford $3,000,” she said.

I thought about it for a minute. That was ten days work, but she had a point about me not being on duty all the time. And I would be sleeping, too. I hoped. “I’ll give you a deal,” I said. “Three grand will buy you three weeks of protection. I pick you up here after work, take you home, stay with you overnight, and bring you to work in the morning.”

“What…what happens after the three weeks is up?” Jill asked.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see what happens,” I said. “Maybe I can think of some way to discourage our friend Billy before then.”

“All…all right,” Jill said. She sighed. “I guess that will have to do. For now. Do…do you want a…a retainer?”

“Give me a thousand now, the rest at the end of the three weeks,” I said. “We’ll see how things go.”

She wrote me a check on her personal account and handed it to me. I folded it up and put it in my pocket.

“What now?” she asked.

“I’ve got to go home and get some things,” I said. “You close at nine, right?”

She nodded. “I’ll be here about eight, just to be sure your admirer doesn’t show up here when there aren’t too many guys around to discourage him,” I said.

“All right,” my new employer said. “I…thank you.”

“I hope you can say that to me after this is all over,” I told her. I got up, left the health club, and headed for my house to equip myself for my new bodyguard job.



The Stalker Ch. 03



When I got home, I sat down at my desk and made a list of the things I thought I’d need for my bodyguard job. Then I got all the things on the list together and put them in a small knapsack I used for that purpose. Next, I went upstairs and packed some clothes in a small overnight bag. I figured I didn’t need to take much with me, just a change of clothes, since I’d be able to come home during the day when I wasn’t guarding Jill Thompson’s well-maintained body.

After I had my things together, I sat down at my computer and began working on a feature article I’d promised one of the magazines I write for. I had a hard time concentrating on the article. I kept thinking about Jill Thompson and what I’d seen the night I went to the health club some eighteen months earlier.

I was supposed to be following one of the female clients of the club whose husband was sure she was cheating on him with one of the instructors. I pulled into the club parking lot at eight-thirty in the evening. The man who hired me didn’t have a lot of money, so he told me to follow his wife after she left the club when it closed and it closed at nine.

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There were only three cars in the parking lot and none of them matched the description of the car that belonged to the woman I was supposed to be following. It was possible she might have brought another car, so I thought it would make sense to check inside the club. I parked, got out of my car and headed for the door. There were lights still on inside the club, so it looked like there were still a few people there. I checked the door. It was open, so I went in.

The club was modern and clean and had a tremendous amount of what looked like high-tech exercise equipment. I had a feeling all of that equipment was responsible for the high membership prices the club charged. I didn’t see any people, though. “Where is everybody?” I wondered.

I looked around, then walked over to a door marked “Women’s Lockers”, but wasn’t sure whether or not I should go in. I knocked softly, then carefully, pushed the door open. “Hello. Is anyone here?” I called softly.

An attractive, short, red-haired young woman peeked from behind a row of pastel-colored lockers. “Can I help you?” she asked.

“Ah…I…I’m looking for the manager,” I said. I could feel myself blushing.

The girl I was talking with was quite attractive. Her hair was short and straight, her face cute more than pretty, but her body was something else. She had on a pair of loose olive-drab pants – tight at the ankle – which were tucked into white sweat socks. Her high-top leather sneakers were untied just the right way. A white sweatshirt, cut to the waist in back and just above her waist in front, hung over her slacks. Her surprisingly large bust pushed the sweatshirt out and up, exposing a strip of tan, smooth belly. “Tidy, tiny, and busty!” I thought as I gazed at her. “Not bad. Not bad at all!”

“She was out at the desk when I came in to change,” the girl replied. “I don’t know about the guys, but I’m the only one in here.” Apparently my target hadn’t come to the club today. The girl I was talking to had a tiny voice and sounded little-girlish. I thought it made her more desirable, a little girl with a lush, miniature woman’s body .

“There was nobody at the desk when I came in,” I said.

The girl shrugged and smiled at me. “If she wasn’t there,” she said, “I don’t know where she is.”

“Is there any place else I could look?” I asked.

The girl shrugged again. “I guess you could check the men’s locker room,” she suggested, “Maybe the manager is there checking before she closes the place. Or maybe the pool. I think they have to clean it every night.”

“Thanks,” I said. I let the door close and turned around. The men’s locker room was on the opposite side of the building so I headed in that direction. I had just reached out to push the door open when I heard what sounded like a moan. I froze. “Oh, God, Baby, that feels fucking fantastic!” a male voice said.

“Yeah. Jesus, she’s something, isn’t she?” another male voice responded.

“I don’t fuckin’ believe this! Jesus H. Christ!” That was a third voice.

“What the hell is going on?” I wondered. I cautiously pushed the door open a crack, looked into the locker room, and couldn’t believe what I saw. There were four people on a mat in the middle of the floor. One of them was a woman who looked like she was in her mid to late thirties, had blonde hair, and a well-toned body, was lying buck-naked, face down on top of a solidly built black man who appeared to be fucking her. Another muscular young man who was probably in his late teens or early twenties was kneeling behind her and appeared to have his cock in her ass. Another young man, short, stocky, but no less well-muscled than the other two, was standing in front of her, sporting a hard-on, which the grunting woman was stroking. I watched, shocked, as the blonde took cocks in both of her lower openings and a third into her mouth. While she sucked one man, the other two men kept slamming their cocks into her. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! I knew people did this. I’d seen videos of people doing it, but I’d never actually seen it happen in person. Gulping, I continued to stand there, peering through the narrowly opened door, staring at the activities occurring before my eyes. I couldn’t move. And watching the incredible scenario was turning me on! Really turning me on!

“Gawd!” One of the men, the one who was getting sucked off, groaned as the manager deep-throated him. “You sure know how to make a guy feel fuckin’ fantastic!”

As if to thank him for his compliment, the woman let his cock slide out of her mouth, cupped his balls in her hand and licked them. My cock lurched. I knew what she was doing had to feel incredibly good.

The other two men grunted louder and louder and continued to slam their erections into the woman. I kept watching, my heart thudding against the wall of my chest. There was nothing else I could do!

My legs were shaking violently so I leaned against the door jamb to keep from falling. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. I couldn’t believe I was watching a woman get fucked by two men while she gave another guy a blow-job!

The blonde kept sucking the one guy while the other two drove their peckers into her vagina and butt. It was wild and, judging from how all three men looked, it had to feel wild, too. The faces of all three men were red, their well-developed muscles were taut. They sure as hell looked as if they were enjoying what they were doing.

“What are you doing?” The sound of the soft voice startled me and I turned. The girl I’d talked to in the women’s locker room was standing behind me. I wasn’t sure what to do. She must have thought I was watching guys get undressed or something. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t think.

“Oh, Jesus!” one of the men groaned. “Shit! I…I’m gonna come! Oh, baby!”

“What’s going on in there?” the girl asked. She squeezed by me and peeked through the slightly open door. I heard her sudden intake of breath. “Oh!” she said, but she didn’t move away from the door.

I was tall enough so I could resume watching what was happening in the locker room over the girl’s head. The guy the blonde was sucking must have been the one who’d come, because the woman’s face was all shiny with pearlescent, sticky white goo. The guy was still standing in front of her and she clung to his hips while his friends continued slamming their cocks into her.

“Give it to me! Harder! Come on! Both of you! Fuck me harder!” the woman groaned, digging her fingers into the ass of the man lying on top of her hard they made white marks on his tan skin.

“I-I don’t believe I’m seeing this!” the girl standing next to me whispered.

The door wasn’t open very far, so for us both to be able to watch what was going on in the locker room, we had to stand very close together. I was very aware that the foxy young woman’s body was pressing against mine. That didn’t do a thing to calm the wild feelings sweeping through my over-heated body. My cock stiffened even more. I moved a little and felt it brush against the girl. I had no idea where it hit her, even though it was in my pants, but she had to have felt it.

“Mmpphh! Mmpphh! Mmpphh!” the manager moaned. Her back arched and her body began to quiver. I knew what was happening. She was coming!

“Gahh!” the man fucking vagina her groaned, his hips a blur, his thrusts pounding her as he erupted into her. “Take it, baby! Take it! Take it all!”

“Gnahh! Gnahh! Oh, damn!” the man under her grunted. He shoved his hips up and held them there as he, too, came.

The girl standing next to me continued to press her tidy body against mine. I was having serious control problems.

I was so turned on I could hardly stand. I rolled so my back was to the wall next to the door and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. As I did, I let the door close. The girl remained near me, face flushed, wide-eyed, her magnificent chest rising and falling. Her nipples jutted against her sweatshirt. It looked to me as if she was as turned on as I was!

She was tiny. The top of her head only came to the level of my nipples. She looked up at me and I looked down at her. “That’s…that’s Jill…the manager…in…there,” she gasped. “I-I can’t believe what I just saw,” she stammered, still looking at me. “She…she was…fucking three of them!” Her eyes moved downward and from the way they widened, I knew she’d seen my hard-on. “Oh!” she said. “Oh…my God!”

“Are…are you as turned on as…as I…as I am?” I croaked.

She nodded actively and whispered, “Yes!”

I took her hand and dragged her across the exercise room, through the door, and into the women’s locker room. She offered no resistance. This was crazy and I knew it. If she came to her senses, she’d yell “Rape!” and I’d be in deep shit, but I didn’t care. I had a hard-on and was going to do something about it with this lovely little thing!

The minute we were in the women’s locker room, I put my hands under the girl’s arms and lifted her onto one of the benches fastened to the floor between the rows of lockers. That put her breasts at eye level. Then I slid my hands under her sweatshirt and cupped her startlingly large breasts in my hands.

The girl put her hands on my head and pulled me against her, moaning. She was wearing a bra and, as excited as I was, undressing her slowly was the farthest thing from my mind. I pushed the bra up, baring her large, swollen orbs to my touch. I slid my hands over her hot, skin, looking for her nipples, then the swollen buds of flesh bored into my palms.

“Please!” she moaned, “I need it so bad! Don’t make me wait!”

I slid my hands down, undid the belt around her waist, then I pushed her slacks down. The slacks hung up on her sneakers and it took a little fumbling until I got them off, but I managed. I was a little surprised to discover she wasn’t wearing panties.

After she kicked out of her slacks, the girl sat down on the bench, then she laid back and reached for me. I was fumbling with my clothes like I’d never taken clothing off before. Finally, I got my pants off. With a groan, fell on top of the petite girl. I felt her tiny hands clasp my rigid cock, then warmth engulfed it as I sank into her.

“Oh, yes!” she wailed in that baby-doll voice. Her legs, which were surprisingly strong, locked behind me, pulling me against her. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” Her pelvis worked against mine feverishly and she clutched at me, her fingers digging into my biceps.

Fuck her I did, as powerfully as I’d ever fucked anyone. My cock slid in and out of her tight opening easily in the moist lubricant of her excitement.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Oh, yeah!” the girl grunted as I drove into her. “That’s it! Oh, God! That’s it! I…I…I’m gonna come! Oh, God! Am I ever! Gahh! Gahh! Gahh!” Her body stiffened, then went into a series of wild movement.

“Uhh! Here…it…comes!” I moaned as my body pumped blast after blast of hot seed into her snug, clasping pussy. “Here it comes! Now!”

“I can’t stop! Oh, God! I…I…I can’t stop cumming! I can’t stop! Ohh! Ohhh!” my wild little partner cried. Her body continued to spasm and press against mine.

The girl did stop coming eventually. Her arms and legs fell away from me and she lay still under me on the bench. Carefully, I pushed myself off her and pulled my softening cock from her still-rippling pussy.

The girl looked up at me, wide-eyed. Her pretty face was flushed and her red hair tousled. “That was really intense!” she whispered.

“It was, wasn’t it?” I agreed. I was feeling a little shaky.

“I…I don’t even know your name,” she said, blushing.

I introduced myself. “I don’t know your name, either,” I pointed out.

“It’s Didi,” my chance lover said.

“It has been a pleasure meeting you, Didi,” I said

Didi sat up, not bothering to cover her nakedness. “Well, I guess I can say its been a pleasure meeting you, too,” she said, giggling. Her small hand caressed my belly. “A real pleasure!”

“Same here,” I agreed.

Didi looked at her watch. “My God!” she gasped, “I gotta get going. My boyfriend’s gonna kill me if I get home late!” She got to her feet, gathered her clothing, and slipped into it. When she finished dressing, she stopped and looked at me, smiling. “You got a pen and paper?” she asked.

“Ah…” I searched through my shirt, which I still had on, found both, and handed them to her.

Didi wrote something on the paper, then handed it to me. I looked, she’d written a phone number.

“Call me,” she said, then she kissed me on the cheek and started for the locker room door. “I get home from work at three and my boyfriend doesn’t get home until seven,” she said. She disappeared and the door closed behind her.

Still a little weak, I got my pants back on, straightened my clothes, and left the women’s locker room. Once more, I walked across the exercise room and listened at the door of the men’s locker room. Moans were still coming from behind the closed door, so I opened it slightly again.

I got another shock. The guy who I’d seen getting the blowjob earlier was lying on his back on one of the benches and the manager was atop him, riding his cock. That wasn’t the most shocking thing I saw. The other two guys were standing on either side of her head and she was sucking the cock of first one, then the other. I gulped. Her body shook and quivered as she rode the man she was impaled on.

“Now! Now! I’m cumming! Oh, yes! I’m cumming!” the manager screamed. “I’m cumming!”

The two men she was jerking off and sucking groaned and their hips began thrusting. “Gahh!” they screamed in unison and exploded their sticky cum all over the manager’s face, breasts, and hair.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Take it! Take my come, baby!” the man lying under her groaned, slamming his cock up into the manager as he joined in coming with his partners.

**********

Even though I never did see the woman I was supposed to be following that night, my visit to the health club that night wasn’t a total loss. I did meet Didi.



The Stalker Ch. 04



The sound of someone knocking on my back door snapped me out of my daydreaming about what I'd seen my new client doing a year and a half ago. I got up, went to the door, opened it, and was delighted to find that my visitor was a lovely young lady named Kass. She lived just down the street from me and I'd known her for ages. During her senior year in high school she wasn't doing well and I wound up tutoring her at her mother's request. I didn't intend for it to happen, but we wound up becoming lovers and had been seeing each other occasionally ever since. She often dropped by in the afternoon.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I replied.

Kass was a very attractive young woman. She was only about five feet tall and had soft, fine brown hair, cut shoulder-length. She was eighteen, but looked younger, and still had a slim, almost boyish body. She had on a dark blue blouse with loose sleeves, and white shorts, held up by a dark blue belt. Her legs were very good, as was her bottom. She and I had enjoyed some incredible times together.

I stepped closer to her, slipped my arms around her, pulled her against me, and covered her lips with mine. I pressed my middle against her, wanting her to feel the swelling that had begun there.

Kass pulled out of my arms when the kiss ended. She stepped back, breathing hard and gazed at me with desire in her eyes. I stepped toward her again and this time when I pulled her into my arms, her body molded itself to mine. Her mouth opened and her tongue lashed into my mouth.

While we kissed, I managed to maneuver us out of the kitchen, into the living room, and to the sofa. I would have much preferred to go to the bedroom, but I didn't want to take the time right then. I sat down on the sofa and pulled her onto my lap. I kissed her again and opened her blouse while I did, baring her small, but remarkably beautiful breasts. Though tiny, they were wonderfully shaped and jutted proudly from Kass's chest. She had dark, eminently suckable nipples, which had begun to emerge. I pulled one into my mouth while the lovely young woman groaned and her hands tangled in my hair.

"Yeah!" she moaned. "Kiss them! Oh, God, yeah! Kiss my breasts!"

Soon both her nipples were hard as rocks and her breathing was ragged. Kass pulled my face to hers and kissed me again. "Make love to me!" she gasped when the kiss ended. "Please! I want you to make love to me!"

Her snug bottom was squirming against my rigid cock, which felt as if it was going to explode. I slid my hands up her firm, smooth legs and opened her belt and the waist of her shorts.

Kass's hands went to the waist of my pants and fumbled them open. Then I stood up and my pants dropped around my feet. Her hand moved inside my underpants and wrapped around my cock.

With shaking hands I pushed Kass's shorts and underpants down and she stepped out of them. Then I slid my hand up between her legs, onto her pussy, and found it soaking wet. I rubbed my fingers over her clit.

Kass groaned and pressed against me. "God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" she groaned. She squeezed my cock.

I sat down on the sofa. Kass moved so her slim legs were astraddle mine and her sparse forest of light brown hair was in front of my face. I bent forward and began kissing her tasty pussy.

"Ahh! Gahh!" Kass groaned. She shoved her hips forward and ground her middle against my mouth while my tongue lashed her. "Yeah! Eat me! Yeah! Do it!"

As much as I enjoyed eating her, I didn't do it long. I finally grasped her hips, urging her down onto me.

As she lowered herself, Kass guided my swollen cock to her soaking-wet opening, then she sank onto it, murmuring with delight as it began entering her.

I received incredibly sweet sensations when my cock slid into the teenager. Kass's pussy was as tight as a virgin's. I clutched her ass and hauled her down onto me while wild feelings raced through me.

After I was all the way in her, Kass leaned forward and pressed her bare breasts against my face. I sucked her nipples and lashed them with my tongue.

"Nnaahh!" she groaned. Her hips started to rock, whipping my erection around inside her. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Wuhh!" she grunted, counting cadence for her her thrusting hips. Her arms locked around my neck, mashing my face against her bare chest. "Wah! Wahh! Wahhh!" she cried, shuddering and shaking, as a wild orgasm exploded through her.

I felt the walls of Kass's channel milking my cock. "Yeah! Take it! Take it!" I groaned when my spewing come bathed her insides.

We remained on the sofa, locked together, clutching each other, after we finished, letting our bodies calm. Finally, Kass leaned back, smiled at me, then she kissed me. "God, that was fantastic!" she gushed.

"It was wonderful, wasn't it?" I replied while my softening cock slipped from her still-quivering hole. Kass gave a little shudder when the shrinking organ left her body. I kissed her and she snuggled against me.

After a while, having her on my lap began to have an effect on me once more. Kass felt it and squirmed on my lap. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Are...are you getting hard again?"

I was, so I nodded. "It looks that way," I said.

The lovely young woman sitting in my lap stretched, then she kissed me. "I need to go to the bathroom before we do anything else," she said after the kiss ended. She stood up.

"I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom when you're done," I said.

"Neat!" Kass replied. She disappeared down the hallway, headed for the bathroom.

After she left the room, I walked down the hallway into my bedroom and laid down on the bed. In a few minutes, Kass appeared in the bedroom and plunked down next to me on my bed. Her hand slid down my belly and found my cock, which was still half-hard. "Oohh!" she purred, "I like this! You're ready for me!"

I shuddered as her hand gently slid up and down on my cock, making it harder and harder with every gentle stroke. What she was doing to my cock felt very good!

Kass bent forward and, before I realized what she intended to do, I felt my cock sliding into her mouth. Overwhelming feelings of passion rolled over me as the lovely young woman's mouth slid up and down my twitching pole.

Kass finally stopped sucking me, but kept hold of my cock. "God, I love this!" she groaned, squeezing my swollen shaft. She moved atop me and lowered herself on my erection.

I could barely comprehend how wonderful it felt to be deep inside Kass's hot snug opening again. My hips surged up off the bed and I grabbed her lean hips and held her against me as my cock lunged into her.

"God! You make me feel so good!" Kass groaned as I shoved my erection up into her. My fervent movements made her petite breasts bob and had her body quaking. "God! Oh, God! Oh, Wow! Is this ever good!"

I continued to ram up into her. All my pent up energy was about to release and I knew it. I pulled the gorgeous young woman down and locked my lips to hers.

"Mmpphh! Mmpphh!" Kass groaned. She began shuddering and her hips began writhing wildly as a ferocious orgasm exploded through her. "Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmmm!"

I came, too, and when I did, my quivering body released another surging flood of my warm effluent into Kass's quavering hole, filling her to overflowing.

When we finished, Kass, still lying atop me, kissed me softly. "I can't believe how good making love with you is!" she whispered breathlessly, "You're the best! The absolute best!" She kissed me again.

"It really is nice of you to say that," I told her. "I feel the same way about you." I rolled her off me, then I slid atop her and captured one of her nipples between my lips.

When I began teasing her nipples with my lips and tongue, Kass squirmed and moaned as luxuriant feelings spread through her body once more. "Again?" she squealed. "Oh, God, I can't believe it! Jesus, you're the horniest man in the world!"

I let her nipple slip from my lips and looked at her. "You want me to stop?" I asked. "I can if all this is too much for you."

Kass shook her head and pressed my head back to her breast. "No! Never! Never!" she exclaimed. Her body twisted sinuously as passion flooded it. "Don't ever stop! You make me feel so good! I love it!"

My hands roved over Kass's smooth skin, teasing her, inflaming her need. She murmured constantly and groaned softly when I touched a particularly sensitive spots on her anatomy.

"I need you! Please! Don't...Oh!...don't tease me! Please!" Kass begged, her body arching and straining. "Take me! Please! Take me!"

I re-positioned myself and, as if guided by unseen forces, my rigid penis slipped into her soaking wet cunt.

"Yeah! That's it!" Kass groaned when she felt me enter her again. She locked her legs behind mine and pressed herself against me. "God!"

I began thrusting into her, experiencing wondrous sensations as my cock probed deep into her slim body. The milking action of the walls of her pussy on my impaling shaft sent shudder after shudder of joy through me.

"Kass! Oh! Oh! Yeah!" I groaned when, once again, I began erupting into her.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Give it to me! Yeah! Oh, yeah! So hot! Oh! Ohh! Ohh!" the quaking teenager cried, her body straining, as orgasm swept once more through her lithe, lovely form. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"

"I wish I could stay longer, but I have to get home," Kass said once we finished. She giggled. "Mom's been seeing a new guy and she's having him over for dinner tonight so I can meet him." She smiled at me and caressed my face gently with her fingers. "I think, maybe, she's getting serious about him."

I found the news moderately distressing. Kass wasn't the only member of that particular family I'd been sleeping with. Her lovely, full-bodied mother, Louanne, was another of my lovers. If she had found someone else, it looked like I might be out of the picture.

"Don't look so sad," Kass said. "You still have me." She knew I was sleeping with her mother but, fortunately for Kass and me, Louanne had no idea her daughter and I were having an affair.

I kissed her softly. "I know," I said. "And I guess I am a little sad, but your mother's a really wonderful person. It would be nice if she could find someone she could really love."

Kass studied me, looking a little surprised. "You really mean that, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course I do," I said. "I'm pretty sure your mother knows there's no chance she and I would ever get together. I've certainly never expressed that intention. Why shouldn't she have someone who really cares for her in her life?"

Kass kissed me again. "You're really a neat guy," she said softly. She slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When she finished cleaning up, she returned carrying her clothes, which we'd left lying in the living room, and began getting dressed while I watched. I enjoy watching a pretty woman dress almost as much as I enjoy watching one getting undressed.

Once Kass had her clothes on, she leaned over and kissed me, then was gone. I had several hours before I had to pick up Jill Thompson, so I decided to put them to good use and get a rest. I set my alarm clock, laid back, and went to sleep.



The Stalker Ch. 05



My alarm woke me at seven o’clock and I got up, took a shower. After I got dressed, I made myself a sandwich and ate it. I wasn’t sure whether Jill planned to feed me or not. Even if she did feed me, given her obvious focus on health, she might want to give me some kind of tofu concoction. That stuff gags me.

Finally, I locked up my house, got in my car, and headed for the health club. I arrived just before eight o’clock and went inside. The receptionist wasn’t behind the desk, but the door to Jill’s office was slightly ajar. Out in the area where the exercise machines were, some people, most of them women in excellent shape, as far as I could see, were still working out on the machines. Other club members, both male and female, were heading for the locker rooms.

I walked over and knocked on Jill’s door.

“Come in,” she said. She smiled when I pushed the door open and entered her office. “You’re right on time,” she commented.

“I always give my clients what they pay for,” I said. I took a seat in one of the chairs facing her desk.

“You might as well make yourself comfortable,” she said. “The members hang in there as late as they can most nights. Usually at nine I have to go out and chase them out of here.”

“I’m on the clock,” I said. “Doesn’t matter to me where I do my job.”

“If you have sweats, you’re welcome to use the equipment,” Jill said. “I have some bookwork to finish, then I have to close the place up.”

“No staff on to help tonight?” I asked.

She shook her head. “For some reason, Monday isn’t as busy as most other nights are,” she said. “I usually handle closing up myself those nights. The rest of the week my staff stays late, too.”

“Are all the people who work for you in that picture you showed me earlier?” I asked.

Jill nodded. “Why did you ask?” she said.

“Well, maybe I better look at the picture again,” I said. “Just so I know who’s staff and who isn’t. I’ve always figured the more I know about what I’m doing, the less likely I am to mess it up.”

Jill dug the picture out of her desk and handed it to me, then she picked up a pen and began writing something in a book lying on the desk in front of her.

I studied the picture. All of the members of her staff appeared to be younger than she was, and all of them appeared to be in excellent shape, too, both the males and the females. I spotted the blonde guy I’d seen her with. He was standing next to her in the back row. I wondered if he was in any danger from Billy. He could be, especially if Jill was still sharing her favors with him.

After I was pretty sure I’d recognize any of the people in the picture if I encountered them, I laid it on the desk, stood up, and walked out into the main exercise area. Several women were still puffing away on stair climbers and a couple of men were pumping away on the exercise bikes. I’ve never been much of one for mechanical assistance in working out. In fact, until I began working for Roscoe, I hardly ever worked out at all once I left the cops. But, I got so winded chasing a guy I spotted shoplifting when I was working a store security detail told me I was endangering myself if I didn’t get in shape, so I began running, swimming, and doing pushups and sit-ups at home. The exercise has helped. My endurance has improved considerably, and I’m a lot fleeter of foot than I was a year ago.

As nine o’clock approached, the small group of exercisers began drifting toward the locker rooms, all but one determined woman who was working the stair climber with incredible determination. She looked as if King Kong was chasing her up the stairs of the Empire State building. Sweat beaded on her face and arms, and her breasts, even though they were encased firmly in Spandex, jiggled as she pumped away on the machine. She was a good-looking brunette with a very tidy body. I hadn’t been committed to work tonight, I might have tried striking up a conversation with her. The last woman I met here in the health club had turned out to be a lot of fun, maybe the brunette would be, too. She certainly had the all of the equipment for it.

“That’s Serena,” Jill said, appearing beside me. “She’s always the last one here.”

“She’s sure giving that stair climber a workout,” I commented.

“She has a very stressful job and she works the stress out here in the club,” Jill said. “I guess I better tell her it’s time to quit.” She walked over and laid her hand on the woman’s arm.

Puffing like a steam engine, the woman stopped and looked at her. Jill said something and Serena nodded, then she stepped down from the exercise machine, picked up her towel, and headed for the women’s locker room.

Jill walked back over to me. “Would you mind checking the men’s locker room to see that everybody’s gone?” she asked.

“Be happy to,” I said. I started in that direction.

“Sometimes people leave stuff in the lockers,” Jill said as I walked away from her. “If you find anything, bring it to the office.”

“All right,” I said.

The men’s locker room was empty and nothing had been left behind by any of the members. I shut the lights off when I walked out. Jill and Serena weren’t around, so I went into the manager’s office and sat down to wait.

Jill walked in a few minutes later. “Serena’s gone,” she said. “Let’s turn out the lights, lock the place up, and head home.”

“OK,” I said. I stood up and followed her out of the office. She turned off the lights while I walked to the door. Then she joined me and we went outside. I stood there, looking around, while she locked the door.

“Your car or mine?” she asked.

“Will yours be all right if you leave it here?” I asked.

“Probably,” Jill replied. “The parking lot is well-lit, the neighborhood is pretty safe, and ever since I reported what Billy has been doing, the police do make frequent swings through here.”

She’d no sooner gotten the words out of her mouth than a blue and white police car turned off the street and came across the parking lot toward us. Floodlights on the roof of the car came on, bathing us both in bright, white light.

“Jill, this is Sergeant Mills,” a female voice said. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” Jill replied. “This isn’t Billy. He’s a…a friend.”

The lights on the top of the police car went out, allowing me to see a uniformed female standing next to the open door on the car’s driver’s side. A uniformed female officer was standing there.

“I’ll be leaving my car here tonight,” Jill told her.

“We’ll keep an eye on it for you,” the officer said. “Take care.” She got back in the cruiser, then it backed up and pulled out of the parking lot onto the street.

“Working patrol on the night shift is the best detail on the department,” I said, as memories of how much I’d enjoyed being a police officer came back to me.

“Were you a cop?” Jill asked.

I nodded. “Ten years,” I said.

“Why did you quit?” she asked as we walked toward my car.

“My wife didn’t like me being a cop,” I told her. “She hated the hours and the fact I was gone a lot. So I got out.”

I opened the door on the passenger side of my car so she could get in.

“But you aren’t married now, are you?” she asked as she slipped into my car.

I walked around and got in behind the steering wheel. “Nope, I’m not married,” I said. “I’ve been divorced for almost a year now.”

“What happened?” she asked. “I mean, if you quit being a police officer because your wife didn’t like it…”

“She went back to her home town and bumped into an old boyfriend,” I said as I started the car and backed out of the parking space. “Meeting him got her thinking that maybe the grass was greener in another pasture and…” I shrugged as I slipped the shift lever into “Drive.”

“That’s too bad,” Jill said. “You must have been devastated.”

I pulled out onto the street and turned in the direction of Jill’s apartment building. I knew where it was because she’d given me the address earlier. “You know,” I said, “I was upset, but not nearly as much as I thought I’d be. I guess I figured if she could be happier with someone else, then maybe she ought to try.”

“You aren’t at all what you seem, are you?” Jill asked.

“I’m just an ordinary man who tries to get by as best he can,” I said. My face felt hot. Could I have been blushing?

“I’m not so sure about that,” Jill said.

I spotted the car following us the minute I pulled out of the health club parking lot. He wasn’t real careful about tailing me, although I’m sure he thought he was being cautious. I noticed him because he pulled out without turning on his headlights. If you’re going to do something like that, it’s best not to park under a streetlight. He was lucky the cop wasn’t still around.

The guy finally turned his headlights on about halfway down the block. He stayed quite a distance behind us, but he did stay with us. I debated whether I should mention the tail to Jill and decided not to, at least not right away. I wanted to see if he’d follow us all the way to the apartment building.

“Do you have underground parking at your place?” I asked Jill as I turned onto the street where she lived.

“No, all the parking spaces are out behind the building,” she replied. “Why?”

“I think our friend’s behind us,” I said. “Somebody’s been following us ever since we left the club.”

“Oh, God, it’s Billy!” she groaned. “What are you going to do?”

“Protect you from him,” I said. “Is there some way I can get you into the building so you won’t have to deal with him?”

“There…there’s a doorman out front,” Jill replied. “I-I usually don’t go in that way, but…”

“I’ll drop you off out front, then,” I said. “I want you to go right inside and go directly up to your apartment. Lock the door and don’t let anyone but me in. Have you got an extra key?”

“I…I think so,” she said. She began rummaging in her purse. “Here,” she said, handing it to me. “That key…it opens the outside door and the door to my apartment. What are you going to do?”

“After I drop you off, I’m going to park the car and come in,” I said. “You have parking space number 321, right?”

“Yes,” Jill said, “the parking spaces are numbered the same as the apartments. What...what are you going to do if Billy…if he tries something?”

“That’s up to him,” I said. “Would you mind reaching in the back seat and getting that knapsack?”

Jill did as I asked her and, once she had the knapsack, laid it on the seat between us. I unzipped it, reached inside, grabbed the 9 mm automatic in my clip-on holster, and pulled it out.

“A…a gun!” Jill exclaimed. “My God! Do...do you really think you’ll need that?”

“It’s better to be safe than sorry,” I said. “If anyone gets hurt in this deal, I’d rather it wasn’t me. People tend to calm down a lot when there’s a gun pointed at them.”

“Oh,” she said softly.

We were getting very close to her building now. “Brace yourself,” I said. “I’m going to do something that I hope will throw our friend back there off a little.”

“All…all right,” Jill replied.

I clipped my holster to my belt as I continued down the street and accelerated, trying to make it look as if I was going to drive right on by the apartment building. The car following us had closed in and speeded up when I did. I hoped he would be taken off guard by what I planned to do.

“When I tell you to go, go,” I told Jill. “Get inside and get up to your apartment.”

When I was right in front of Jill’s building, I jerked the steering wheel to the right and jammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt right in front of the door.

“Oh, God!” Jill exclaimed.

I was watching the other car, which shot by me and, as it did, the brake lights came on and the nose went down.

“Get inside!” I yelled at Jill. “Now!” She did exactly what I told her to do. She opened the door, jumped out of the car, and raced across the sidewalk toward the doorman, who had emerged to see what all the noise was about.

I checked the other car. It had gone down the street a little way and was making a U-turn. I stepped on the gas, drove to the end of the building, and pulled into the parking lot. I saw the lights of the other car sweeping the building as it pulled in behind me.

I found Jill’s parking space without much trouble. The management had marked each of them with reflective numbers, which made that job easier. I pulled into the space, shut off the car, and unsnapped the strap over my gun. Then I got out of the car, pulled the gun out of the holster, and held it down behind my leg as I turned to face the other car, which was coming toward me.

The car, which looked like either a Camaro or Firebird – I couldn’t tell because of the headlights – screeched to a stop inches from my car and the driver jumped out.

“Who the fuck are you?” he yelled. “Where’s that bitch?”

“She’s in the building,” I said, keeping my voice low. “And who I am is none of your damn business.”

“I’ve about had it with her screwing around on me,” he yelled. “I’m gonna put an end to it right now. You’re ass is in big trouble, shithead.” He started advancing toward me. When he walked into the headlights, I recognized him.

“Hi, Billy-boy,” I said. I raised my gun and pointed it at him.

He saw the gun, stopped short, and his hands came up in front of him in a defensive position. “Hey!” he said.

“Hey yourself, Billy-boy,” I said. “Why don’t you get back in your car and get the hell out of here? And don’t come back. You keep this up, you’re going to wind up in jail.” I paused. “Or maybe you’ll get hurt. You want that, Billy-boy? Is all this worth that?”

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked. “You a cop or something?”

“Billy-boy, it doesn’t matter who I am,” I said. “All you need to know is that I’m the guy who’s going to stop you from harassing Jill. Go away, Billy-boy, get in your car and go away and don’t come back. Ever.”

“Fuck you!” he yelled, but he was backing up as he said it. “I’ll go, but only because you have that fucking gun. I’ll be back, and I’ll have a gun, too. I’m gonna fix your ass and hers, too.” He got in his car, slammed the door, and screeched out of the parking lot leaving a trail of blue smoke.

“I’m not so sure I convinced him to stop,” I thought as I slipped my gun back in my holster. I got my overnight bag and knapsack out of the back of my car, locked it up, and walked into the building.

There was a set of stairs just inside the rear entrance. I made sure the door was locked, then started up the stairs.



The Stalker Ch. 06



When I got to the third floor, I found Jill’s apartment and knocked on the door. Jill checked to make sure it was me, then she unhooked the chain latch and opened the door, looking pale and nervous.

She’d changed out of her exercise outfit into a dark purple terrycloth robe. I speculated on what she might, or might not, be wearing under it as I locked the door behind me.

“What happened?” she asked. “Was that Billy following us? What did he do? What did you do?”

I turned around and faced her. “It was Billy,” I said. “You were right. He sure is pissed off, just like you said. I pointed my gun at him, told him to go away, and he did. He’s not wrapped too tight, is he?”

Jill shook her head. “No, I guess he’s not,” she said softly. “I didn’t know that when…when I hired him at the club, but…but after we…he and I…we started having a relationship, it…it began to show up. What do you think he’s going to do now?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure,” I said. “I’ll just have to stay on my toes and make sure he doesn’t succeed at whatever he tries.”

“This…this is terrifying,” she commented. “Aren’t you frightened?”

“I’m concerned,” I said. “He’s a loose cannon, but I’m sure I can handle whatever he dishes out. I just hope he doesn’t do something stupid.”

“I wish he’d just stop and let me alone,” Jill said. “Can’t he see that I don’t want to be with him?”

“His kind can’t see anything but what they want,” I said. “I saw too many guys like that when I was on the cops.” I yawned. “I think I’m going to go to bed and I think you should, too. Where’s the spare bedroom?”

Jill showed me to my room and stood in the doorway watching me get settled. “The…the bathroom is down the hall,” she said. “I think I’ll turn in, too. Thank you.”

“No thanks needed,” I said. “You’re just getting what you’re paying for.”

She smiled a wan smile at me, turned, and walked down the hallway. I heard her bedroom door close. I turned down my bed, then I went to the bathroom. When I came back, I noticed there was no light under Jill’s door. Maybe I wouldn’t find out what she was like as a sex partner after all.

Back in my room, I slipped out of my clothes – I’ve always slept in the nude – and got into bed.

I was almost asleep when I heard soft knocking on my door. “Come in,” I said.

Jill, still wearing the robe, opened the door, took a step into the room, and stood there, looking at me. She looked scared.

“I hate to bother you, but…but I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I’m so upset and frightened by all the things that have been happening, I…”

I sat up, pulled the covers over my nakedness, and patted the edge of the bed. “Come here, sit down,” I said softly. I watched her walk across the room hesitantly and sit down on the bed next to me. She hugged herself and a shudder went through her.

“You…you know Billy and I were…were lovers, don’t you?” she murmured.

“I assumed that,” I replied.

“I…I know he’s a lot younger than I am,” she began, her voice quavering. “But…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me,” I said. “It’s none of my business.”

Jill turned and laid a hand on my arm. “I want you to understand. I don’t want you to think badly of me…” she said. She swallowed hard and tears began rolling down her cheeks. Deep sobs shook her.

I wasn’t sure what to do while she sat next to me, sobbing. Moved by her pain, I slid closer and put my arm around her shoulder. With a soft moan, she pressed her face against my chest. As she cried, I could feel her tears on my skin. She continued to cry while I held her. I began stroking her back gently through the fluffy robe.

Her nearness, and the knowledge that she probably didn’t have a thing on under the robe, was causing me considerable discomfort. My body was responding to contact with hers. My cock swelled and grew and threatened to tent the sheet and blanket I had covering me.

Finally Jill’s sobs stopped and she leaned back. She took my face in both her hands and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’m so glad you were here,” she said softly. “I-I don’t know what I’d have done if you hadn’t agreed to help me.”

“Everything is going to be all right,” I said. “You don’t have to be scared any more.” I shifted a little to ease the discomfort my hard-on was giving me.

Jill’s soft hands cupped my face and once more her warm lips covered mine. The first time she kissed me, I felt a pleasurable jolt. This time it was more than pleasurable; it felt wonderful! The kiss lasted longer than it should have and both of us were breathless when it finally did come to an end.

Jill started crying again and once more I gathered her into my arms and rubbed her back as she again sobbed against my chest.

Jill finally cried herself out. She leaned back in my embrace and, very softly she said, “Thank you.” Then she glanced downward and, before I had any idea what she was going to do, her hand lit gently on my erection. I sat there, surprised and felt a shudder go through her. Hell, one went through me, too. I was watching Jill’s face and saw a wild, out of control look come into her eyes.

“My word!” she whispered while her hand measured my rigid cock through the bedcovers. “That...that’s incredible!” Her eyes moved downward while her hand kept exploring my erect organ. “You…you…you’re hard!”

I nodded. “I sure as hell am,” I replied. I knew what could happen but since I was her employee, I wasn’t sure whether I should let it. The problem was, what she was doing to me felt so good and I was so horny I didn’t think I’d have enough self-control to keep it from happening!

“Do...do you want me?” Jill murmured, her voice soft and breathless. “Do...do you want to...to make love to me?”

I nodded and grunted, “Uh-huh! Do I ever!”

She leaned closer, her face in front of mine, her eyes peering deep into mine. Closer and closer her face moved, it was as if she was moving in slow motion. Then her soft, warm lips covered mine and powerful feelings of need roared through my body like a hurricane. She groaned softly while her tongue lashed my lips then slid between them.

I met Jill’s invading tongue with mine, and our tongues dueled. Her arms slid around me, and I tightened my embrace around her.

Finally the kiss came to an end and we sat there, staring at each other, gasping for breath. Moving as if in a trance and not saying a word, Jill slowly opened her robe and let it slide down her bare shoulders, baring her fabulous body to my ardent view. Her eyes, full of fire and need, held mine.

I watched as the robe slid down her body hesitantly, as if it didn’t want to leave her. At last her breasts were uncovered and what I saw amazed me! Nipples thick as my little finger projected from dark circles capping her gloriously full orbs, which rose and fell enticingly with her heavy breathing. I reached out and touched one of the lovely globes gently.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Jill groaned when my hand contacted her hot, smooth flesh. “Touch them! Please! Touch my breasts!”

Carefully, gently, I explored her breasts. As I did, her hands covered mine, pressing them against her and her rigid nipples bored into my palms.

Jill laid back on the bed, but I stayed seated, letting my hands roam over her chest. I had to know what it felt like to suck her nipples! I bent, took one of the rigid tips between my lips and sucked it gently.

“Oh, God!” Jill groaned. Her back arched and her hands went to my hair as my lips and tongue tortured her turgid bud. “Suck them! Suck my breasts! Yes! Suck them!”

My lips traveled through the valley between her majestic mounds from one nipple to the next while she continued to arch her back and pull at me, beseeching me to do more, to make her feel even better.

“You’re so damn wonderful!” she crooned, her body quaking, “My God! You’re making me feel so good!”

While my lips were nibbling on her breasts, driving her crazy, I slid my hand over the silken, softly mounded surface of her belly to the mat of crinkly hair between her legs. I was surprised to find it damp, apparently that was the result of what I’d been doing to her breasts. Between her legs my hand stole, onto her startlingly soft, silky, slick labia.

“Uhh!” Jill whimpered when I began caressing her vagina. Her legs strained and her hips rose off the bed from the delight my touch caused her. “Yes! Yes!” she cried.

Then my thumb hit the swollen ridge at the top of her vagina.

“Yeah!” Jill cried and her body lurched upward.

I continued to stroke her clit with my thumb while at the same time I continued to suckle her nipples.

Jill didn’t seem to know what to do. First her hands pulled at me, then they raked the sheets. Her body twisted and turned, her back arched, and her legs flailed while I continued to fondle and kiss her.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Wahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” she shrieked when a powerful orgasm boomed through her.

Although I was surprised by how quickly and powerfully she came and I continued caressing and kissing her until she lay still on the bed, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, a delighted look on her face.

I was glad I’d made her come. I’d never seen a woman react that powerfully and I’ve always loved watching a woman come. Watching Jill come left me very turned on. My cock was stiffer than it had ever been – so stiff it hurt – and I wanted desperately to fuck her.

Finally Jill stirred and opened her eyes. She looked up and smiled at me. “My God, that was incredible!” she whispered. She reached for me, pulling me atop her. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since anyone has made me feel that wonderful? It’s been ages!” She kissed me passionately, her arms locked around me.

I felt heat radiating up into me from her and her nipples prodded my bare chest. While the kiss went on, her hands roamed over my back. Her light, teasing caresses were driving me even wilder with need. I was worried, though. She was really turning me on! If we didn’t make love soon, I was afraid I was going to come in the bed! Then Jill pulled down the covers and gripped my throbbing cock in her soft, warm hands.

“My word! You’re magnificent!” she whispered. Her hand began sliding up and down on my swollen shaft. “I can’t wait to have this monster in me!”

I couldn’t wait to get it in her. In fact, much to my dismay, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to wait at all. Touching her, then watching her wild orgasm, plus the unbearably sweet contact of her hand on my cock, had me at the point of explosion. Her words sent me spinning over the edge.

“Oh, God, Jill, I’m sorry!! Oh! Damn! I can’t wait! Oh, God! I can’t wait!” I cried while my loins unleashed a torrent of hot seed. I laid there, stunned, and watched her bend and cover the tip of my spewing cock with her mouth. Then she began gulping down the sticky white cream pumping from it. It felt so wonderful I thought I might die.

I’d acted like a kid who’d never made love before and was ashamed of my short fuse. The minute I was able to, I took a deep breath and was about to offer Jill an apology, but before I could get any words out, she laid a finger gently on my lips. “I’m sorry. didn’t realize you were so close,” she said. She continued to hold me against her and caress me. “I’m so sorry.” Her hands continued to glide lightly over my skin.

Heat again began building in me as she stroked and caressed me. I started moving my hands over her, too, stroking her breasts, making the nipples erect again. I was getting turned on again and it looked like she was, too! The fires of passion, which had banked after I came, began to blaze freely, stoked by her knowing caresses.

Jill quickly got me hard as a rock again, while at the same time my caresses rejuvenated her hunger. Eventually she laid back and pulled me on top of her. My hard cock was trapped between our bellies.

“In me!” she said, moving her hips, sliding her pussy against my cock. “I want you in me!” She reached between us and moved my cock so the head was at her opening. “Now! Push it into me!” she moaned. Her hips rose off the bed.

What went through me as my cock sank into her super-heated body was a rush of intense, pleasurable sensations. I groaned and my body began the ritual motions of loving. Powerfully, my drove against the body of the woman under me and, just as powerfully, she responded.

“Yes! My God!” Jill groaned. “You’re filling me! God! So good!”

Her legs locked behind me and her pelvis ground against me as my swollen cock plunged into her again and again. I pushed myself up on my arms and watched her body shake and quiver as I pounded into it. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled, the nipples drawing little circles in the air, as I fucked her. Her face was flushed, her mouth open and she sucked in air desperately. Her blonde hair was a tousled golden frame for her flushed face. “Yes! Oh, yes!” Jill cried, her motions becoming frantic, “Take me! I’m cumming! Take me! Take me! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Ah! Ahh!”

“Yeah!” I cried when her wildly gyrating body and spasming channel milked my orgasm from me. I felt my fluids pumping into her as my loins went into spasm after spasm of joy.

Spent, we lay locked in each other’s arms for quite a while after our ecstatic joining. I had been with few women who were as good at love-making as Jill was. I felt fabulous and, judging from the way she was acting, she felt pretty good, too.

“You are a fabulous lover!” Jill told me, kissing me gently. “I had no idea…”

“Ah…thanks,” I replied. I wasn’t sure what else to say.

Jill smiled gently and caressed my face lightly with her fingers. “I don’t know if you know it, but you made me feel better than anyone has in a long, long time,” she said softly. “I’m really glad you’re going to be taking care of me.” She slid her hand up and down my arm. “I think our arrangement will work out just fine, don’t you?”

“Ah…yeah,” I said, and smiled. “I think it will!”



The Stalker Ch. 07



Jill didn’t go back to her room after we made love. In fact we fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept soundly. It was kind of nice to wake up the next morning with Jill still asleep next to me. She was lying snuggled against me spoon-fashion, with her back to me. Her thick, blonde hair was a tangled mass on the pillow.

I carefully removed the covers from her and surveyed her body, something I could do in the sunlight streaming in the bedroom windows. I didn’t know how old Jill was, but I suspected she was a few years older than I was. Her body, though, was the equal of many women years younger than she was. There didn’t appear to be an ounce of fat on her anywhere, and her muscle development was just right. She was taut, smooth and firm, not a bulging, bizarre caricature of a woman like some female body builders I’ve seen.

When she stirred softly in her sleep and her buttocks moved against me, my penis, which had begun swelling as I gazed at her, did so even more quickly, rising against her firm, lovely cheeks, pressing into the crack between them.

I reached over her body, cupped one firm breast gently in my hand, and squeezed it softly while my fingers massaged the nipple into rigid life. While I did that, the motions of her hips grew more urgent. Before long, she was purring with delight and her buttocks were caressing my erect cock, which continued to harder and harder as her firm bottom caressed it.

Jill’s hand patted mine, the one that was caressing her breast. “Oh, God, this is such a wonderful way to wake up,” she murmured. “I hate to do this, because what you’re doing feels so good, but I have to go to the bathroom.”

“You coming back?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “Of course I am, the club doesn’t open until ten, remember?” she said. I saw her glance at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed. “It’s only seven.” She got out of bed and, nude, padded out of the room.

Jill wasn’t in the bathroom long. When she returned to my room, she sat down on the bed, leaned over and kissed me softly, while her fingers traced my face. “You were wonderful last night,” she whispered. “I haven’t felt that good in ages.”

“You were wonderful, too,” I said. Her smooth bare legs were near my face and, lying next to her, I was looking up at the underslope of her breasts which did sag a little bit, but were still very nicely-shaped. As I laid there, looking up at her, passion again began to rise in me once again.

I rolled on my side and began stroking her legs softly. Jill looked down and smiled at me. Then she stretched out on the bed and rolled on her side to face me. As she did, her breasts moved enticingly. I bent my head forward and took one of her nipples between my lips.

When I began suckling her, she groaned softly and her hands slid into my hair. “God, I love that!” she murmured. “It makes me feel all funny in my stomach!”

Her words were music to my ears. Since she obviously liked what I was doing, I kept doing it. I moved my mouth from one breast to the other. Her nipples grew hard and firm and stood out proudly from the rounded, smooth flesh around them. While my lips were busy with her breasts, my hands slid over her body, exploring, searching. Eventually, with some reluctance, I abandoned her breasts, leaving the nipples glistening with wetness. My lips began a journey over the rest of her body. Her belly was firm and taut, surprisingly so.

Jill began her making sounds like a purring cat while my lips continued their downward journey. “Mmm! Mmmm! Mmm!” she murmured softly. She rolled onto her back and her body began to move more and more insistently as my lips and hands roamed over it.

My hand went between her legs and slid upward. Jill gasped when I began toying with her still-wet cunt. One finger slid easily into her and her back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. Her moans grew louder. “Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Oh, God, Yes!”

My lips were nearing their destination, her tightly curled pubic hair. When I kissed my way through it, her movements became more frantic.

“Eat me! Oh, Yes! Eat me!” Jill mewled.

I did just that. Her movements became more frantic when my tongue began to lash her clit while my finger pistoned in and out of her well-lubricated opening. My cock, re-awakened, pressed against her leg as I ate her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she panted while my tongue and fingers continued working on her. Her stomach rippled and, her body twisted. I continued licking her, savoring the sounds of ecstasy that came from her.

Then all hell broke loose. “Ahh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhhh!” Jill moaned. She writhed against my mouth, smearing my face with her juices when she exploded with a powerful orgasm.

When she had calmed down, Jill rolled on her side, pushed herself up on her elbow, and began to allow her hand to trailed lightly down my body, toward my middle. Her fingers sent currents of desire racing through me as they glided over my skin.

“Ahh!” I groaned when her fingers encircled my cock which was already rock-hard.

She began kissing my chest, licking my nipples, making me crazy. Her lips and hands seemed to be everywhere on me. Each gentle caress, each tender kiss raised my level of need higher and higher. She sure knew what she was doing.

“Wahh!” I groaned and my hips arched off the bed when, without warning, something warm and wet engulfed my cock. She was sucking my cock and acting as if she loved doing it!

It didn’t take long before I was totally out of control. My hips twisted and turned and I was babbling with delight.

The next thing I knew, Jill was straddling me. Her firm, strong legs were pressed against my sides and she was rocking her hips, rubbing her wet gash against my cock, which was trapped between us. I shoved my hips off the bed, pressing myself against her.

“I take it you want me,” Jill said. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. Her nipples were again fully erect.

“Yes!” I groaned. “God! Yes!”

“Well, then…” She reached between us, centered the tip of my cock on her opening, and with a facile movement of her hips, took my swollen shaft all the way into her. “Yeah! Oh, yeah!” she murmured, beginning to rock her hips. “That’s nice! So nice!”

I’ve always enjoyed making love with the woman on top, mainly because you don’t have your hands tied up. I grabbed Jill’s breasts and began rubbing the swollen tips with my thumbs.

“Oh, Jesus!” she groaned. “God!” Her movements became more fervent. “God, you know just the right thing to do, don’t you?”

While I massaged her breasts, I shoved my hips upward, causing my shaft to surge deep into her. I could feel it lashing around inside her.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” Jill groaned while, her body rocking wildly, she rode my spearing shaft. “Jeeezus! Oh, Jeeezus! Damn! Damn!”

Our coupling grew more frantic, and as she thrashed atop me even more wildly, I realized it wouldn’t be long before I came. The sensations were wonderful, too wonderful!

“Can’t wait! Oh, God, Jill! I can’t wait!” I groaned.

“Don’t! Oh, God! Don’t!” Jill cried. “Give it to me! Give it to me!”

“Yeah! Oh, yeah!” I cried. Delight swept through me and my torrid juices gushed into her.

“Take me! Oh, yeah! Take me! Now! Now! Ahh! Ahhh!” Jill wailed when my orgasm triggered hers.

Jill stayed on top of me once we finished and giggled when my softening cock slid from her. She kissed me fervently. “God! I can’t believe I feel this good!” she whispered breathlessly. She buried her face against my chest. I stroked her hair and her smooth back.

After a while, we got up, showered, and got dressed. I drove Jill to work, stopping on the way to buy her breakfast. When I pulled up in front of the health club, she unhooked her seatbelt, slid across the seat, and we kissed fondly.

“What are you going to do all day?” she asked.

“I’m going to see if I can come up with some way of getting Billy to stop what he’s doing,” I said. “I’ll see you at eight. You have my cell phone and pager numbers. Call me if he shows up here at the club, but call the cops first.”

“I will,” she said. She gave me another kiss, then she was out of the car and walking into the club.

“Well,” I thought, “This job has some fringe benefits you hadn’t counted on, doesn’t it?” I put my car in “drive” and headed for my house.

I found a message from Roscoe on my answering machine when I got home. He said he would need me for the protection job and that I should call him as soon as I could. That presented me with a problem. I couldn’t very well work for Roscoe if I was working for Jill, could I? I decided to call him a little later and let him know I couldn’t help him out, at least not for a couple of weeks.

I went out to the kitchen and made myself some coffee. As I drank it I looked out my back window and realized my lawn desperately needed mowing. Ever since my wife left me, I haven’t been as good about doing chores around the house as I should be. I figured I better mow the lawn to keep the house from looking abandoned.

Fortunately, I do have a riding mower, so mowing my lawn isn’t such a hard job. In fact, there are days when it can be downright enjoyable, especially when my neighbor, Dorrie Marklin, lounges around her swimming pool in one of her scanty bikinis.

It didn’t look like today was going to be one of my lucky days. As I rode the mower around my yard, I occasionally glanced toward the pool in the yard behind Marklin house, but Dorrie wasn’t there.

I was just about finished when I glanced over at the Marklin place one last time and saw Dorrie, wearing one of the scantiest swimsuits I’d ever had the pleasure of seeing, step out of the back door of her house. She was a spectacular specimen of femininity and the suit made really was a knockout. I couldn’t help staring at her, and at what there was of the suimsuit, as she walked to the pool and lowered herself into a chaise lounge.

The suit was made of some kind of metallic fabric with a blue and green print. It covered – just barely – Dorrie’s lithe, beautiful body. The suit’s bra cradled her small, but firm-looking breasts, and the bottom was nothing more than two tiny Vs of cloth connected by thin straps. Those straps encircled her slim, finely-formed hips. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her tan skin – a lot of it was exposed to my heated gaze – gleamed with a slight film of perspiration.

I finished mowing, wishing Dorrie had come out sooner, and put the mower in my garage. When I walked out of the garage, I again glanced in my neighbor’s direction. Dorrie was sitting up on the chaise lounge and, when she saw me, she smiled and waved for me to come over.

Dorrie smiled as I approached her. “You look warm,” she said softly.

“Um, yeah, I am,” I replied. “Mowing, even on the rider, can be hot work.” My voice sounded funny and I wondered if she noticed.

Dorrie nodded. “That’s why I hire one of the kids from the neighborhood to do ours,” she said.

I sat down in a chair next to her. I knew I was staring at her and I tried not to, but I couldn’t help myself.

“So, how are you handling being a bachelor again?” Dorrie asked. Her voice was soft, husky, and very sexy. “It’s been a year, hasn’t it, since Nadine left?”

“Eighteen months, but who’s counting?” I replied. I took a deep breath. “I guess I’m managing.”

We talked for a while. Dorrie seemed particularly intrigued by the fact that I was working as a private investigator. The entire time our conversation was taking place, I kept sneaking glances at her gorgeous body and it was making me hotter and hotter. I wondered if she had any idea of the effect she was having on me.

After a while Dorrie stretched languidly, then she stood up. “Would you like a cold beer?” she asked. “I think I’m going to have one.”

“Ah…I…yeah, a cold beer would really taste good about now,” I croaked.

Dorrie smiled. “Come on,” she said, “Let’s go in the house, I have some beer in the fridge.” She turned and started for the house.

I got to my feet, tried to get my rigid shaft arranged comfortably enough to allow me to walk, and followed Dorrie. I had the pleasure of watching her well-shaped buttocks move as she walked ahead of me. The bikini bottom was so tiny I could see all of her incredibe bottom!

When we arrived in her kitchen, Dorrie got two amber long-necked bottles out of the refrigerator and opened them. “Do you want a glass?” she asked me.

I shook my head. “Bottle’s fine,” I said.

She handed one bottle to me, picked up the other one, placed it to her lips, tilted her head back, and took a long swig. “Do you get lonely without Nadine?” she asked.

Her question surprised me. “I…ah…I guess I do, sometimes,” I replied. “I have been seeing a few women, though.”

“I’ve noticed,” Dorrie purred. “And some of them are quite attractive, too.”

“Ah…I…I guess so,” I replied.

“I get lonely sometimes, with Mike on the road as much as he is,” Dorrie said softly. “Sometimes I’m so lonely I feel as if I have to do something. I bet you know what that’s like, don’t you?”

“Ah…sure, ah…I guess I, ah, do,” I said. My heart began pounding harder when, I took a step toward my pretty, bikini-clad neighbor. Her comments and the look I saw in her in her eyes told me that, unless I was totally misreading the signs, she was making me an offer and it was an offer I was dying to accept.

As I approached her, Dorrie set her beer on the counter and looked me straight in the eye. Her eyes, I noticed, were filled with expectation. No question about it. She wanted me to do exactly what I was about to do! I opened my arms and reached for her.

Murmuring softly, she slid into my arms. When her body came against mine I could feel her body heat radiating through my clothing. Our lips joined and passion raced through me. My arms slid around her, my hands slid down her bare back, onto her trim bottom, and I pulled her against me. Her tongue shot into my mouth, lashing mine. Wildfires of need flared inside me.

I felt her soft hand at the waist of my slacks, then it was inside them, searching for, and finding, my cock. “Come on!” she murmured. She put an arm around me and, with her hand still inside my jeans, clutching my cock, she led me through the an archway and down a short hallway.

While we shuffled down the hallway, Dorrie kept fondling my swollen cock. Her fingers moved from the tip to the base and back. We arrived at a bedroom and the next thing I knew, I was lying on a king-sized bed and Dorrie was stripping my clothes from me. When she had me naked, she gazed longingly at my swollen rod, which was pointing toward the ceiling. Licking her lips, she knelt on the bed and kissed it.

I responded with a loud cry of delight. Dorrie proceeded to go after my erection wildly, allowing the veined shaft to slide between her lips, and move deep into her mouth! I felt myself quivering. Thrills coursed through my over-heated body! All I could do was moan! “Arrgghh! Arrgghh! Arrgghh! “ I wailed. My neighbor, I learned quickly, had an incredibly talented mouth. Overwhelmed by the sudden build-up of passion she evoked in me, I exploded a geyser of hot, sticky fluids into her mouth just moments after she began sucking me. “Oh! God!” I groaned as I came.

My cock started to soften, but that didn’t deter Dorrie from sucking and licking it as avidly as ever. Only when I was, at last, completely limp and clean, did she let the flaccid shaft slide from her mouth. Then she sat back on her heels and grinned at me. “Did you like that?” she whispered. Her voice had a breathless, urgent quality.

“It was fantastic!” I replied. “Damn, Dorrie, you’re unbelievable!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Dorrie said as she moved to the center of the bed and stretched out next to me. “I hope you’ll be nice to me now.” She gazed at me, her eyes hot.

I slid over next to her, touched her shoulder and she molded her lean body against me. My hands began exploring her and she murmured with delight.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Dorrie purred. “You have such an incredibly soft touch! God, that feels fabulous!” She rained wet, impassioned kisses on me. “Make love to me! Make love to me!”

I removed the scanty swimsuit top and gazed at her lovely breasts. They were small, but well-shaped and firm, the proud tips capped by dark rings. Her large, mouth-watering nipples were beginning to emerge, begging for my kisses. I bent my head and sucked a straining tip into my mouth.

“Uhh!” Dorrie groaned. Her body shook as exquisite sensations shot through her while my lips moved from one of her turgid nipples to the other, then back. Her body responded powerfully to my caresses. “Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” she moaned, arching her back, pressing herself tighter against my mouth. “Yes! Yes! Kiss them! Oh, God! Kiss them!”

While I suckled Dorrie’s nipples, I let my hands wander over her hot silky flesh. Her movements became more urgent as I did. Her hands pulled at me.

I rolled her over on her back, then I stripped her swimsuit bottom off, and stared, wide-eyed at what I’d uncovered. A thick mass of brown hair covered her middle, already matted and damp, glistening with the dew of her excitement.

I resumed my exploration of her lithe, lovely body. My fingers trailed over her flat belly and she shuddered.

“Don’t stop!” she murmured. “That feels so wonderful!”

My fingers moved over her lightly, touching her where she desperately wanted to be touched, fanning the fires of passion which I knew were burning inside her. It wasn’t long before her hips were twisting and rising and she was gasping. My wandering fingers ventured onto her clit and a powerful shudder went through her.

“That’s wonderful! Please don’t stop!” Dorrie groaned.

I had no intention of stopping. I moved so my face was next to her middle, kissed her belly, then moved my mouth onto her pussy. I lifted my head a little and blew on her, letting my warm breath caress her open, pulsing vagina. Her hips jolted upward. Then I let my extended tongue probe into her.

“Yes!” Dorrie screamed as powerful impulses of pleasure swept through her, “Oh, God! Mike hasn’t done that in so long! Eat me! Ah! Eat me! Eat me!”

None of my previous experiences prepared me for the powerful reaction Dorrie showed to my oral foray into her pulsing quim. Her pussy lunged against my mouth as her hips rose and fell. My tongue lashed the silky lips of her pussy. I sought, then discovered the swollen bud of her clit and began licking it. When I sucked it into my mouth Dorrie’s hips went wild. Her motions were so wild I had to grab her buttocks and hang on to maintain contact with her.

“Cumming! Ggaa! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Ggaa! Ggahh!” she shrieked and her hands raked the bed spread. Her body convulsed with pleasure as my lips and tongue stirred her to a crashing orgasm.

When Dorrie finally relaxed and was quiet, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. My cock was again throbbingly erect, painfully so. I released her and got to my knees between her lithe legs once more, grasped my cock in my hand, and drove it into her.

“Oh, yeah!” Dorrie exclaimed, her eyes widening. She reached up, pulled me down so she could kiss me and drove her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues dueled, inflaming both of us to even greater heights of passion.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Dorrie moaned. “Give it to me! Give it to me!”

Since I’d already come in her mouth, I felt as if I were tireless, even though Dorrie’s clutching cave continued to send fierce rushes of ecstasy sweeping through me. It was as if I would never have to stop, as if I could keep sliding into her forever! Our frantic sexual combat continued, shaking the bed, which squeaked in protest and thumped against the wall.

“Oh, God, that’s good!” Dorrie whispered, pulling me down, kissing me again. “Don’t stop! Oh, God, it feels so goddamn good!” She smiled. “Let’s do it doggie-style!”




The Stalker Ch. 07



We shifted positions and I took her from the rear, reached under her and grasped her breasts, squeezing her erect nipples with my fingers.

When I began teasing her nipples, Dorrie began to cry out. “Oh! Again! Ahh! Again! Oh, God! I’m cumming! Again!” she yelled. She shoved her bottom back against me and my thighs kissed hers. “Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!” she wailed, exploding into paroxysms of ecstasy once again.

Dorrie’s cries, and her wildly clasping pussy, were all it took. “Gaaa! Agghh!” I roared, and erupted into her again.

After we finished, she snuggled against me and I held her while we laid there, gathering our strength. I was amazed how desperately needed fulfillment. Her husband was a total idiot if he’d rather work than stay home and take care of her needs.

After lying in my arms for a while, Dorrie pulled my face down and covered my mouth with hers. When the kiss ended, my lips moved to the tip of a pert breast, and began suckling it. Her hands again went to my head, pressing me against her. Before long, we were once again exploring each other’s bodies avidly while our need once more rose to intense levels.

“I want to do it again!” Dorrie begged after a few minutes of loving. “Please, I, I need you again!” She clutched at me, her hips rising and falling, “I need you! Don’t make me wait! Please! Oh, please! Take me! Please, don’t make me wait! I have to have you! Take me!”

My pulse pounding, I slid atop her. Dorrie spread her legs and the tip of my cock brushed the dampness coating her labia. She groaned softly when I pushed forward, then the warmth of her engulfed the head of my cock and shivers of delight rippled along my spine as my engorged organ slid into her.

“Yes! Oh, God! Yes!” Dorrie groaned when my swollen organ began to invade her. Her hips surged upward, welcoming me, beckoning me deeper. I felt Dorrie’s vagina clasping me. Her hips pressed up against me, rocking and twisting. My passion rose to a flaming peak. I had to come! “Oh, God, Dorrie, I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” I roared, and my juices flooded out of my body and surged into hers.

“Lover, lover, yes!” Dorrie cried when she felt my hot cream bathing her insides. “You beautiful, beautiful man! Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me! I’m cumming! Ahh! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!”

Exquisite sensations flashed between the us as our bodies strained together, seeking to achieve the ultimate in shared passion. Finally, we had no more to give each other and our frantic joining ended. Spent, we lay there, holding each other, as satisfied as we could possibly be.

“That was so wonderful!” Dorrie exclaimed, and kissed I. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve been this satisfied?”

It took a while for us to get our strength back, but eventually we did. I had to get going because I had other things to do. Dorrie, wearing a robe, walked me to the door. Before I left, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me deeply. My hands cupped her fine bottom, pulling her against me.

“You…you…can…drop over any time you want,” Dorrie gasped after the kiss ended.

“You better believe I will,” I replied. I left her house and headed back to mine. I really hadn’t accomplished much to help Jill today, but I’d had an enjoyable day just the same. I decided to take a nap before I went to pick Jill up.



The Stalker Ch. 08



I had to delay my nap because the phone was ringing when I walked into the house. It was Roscoe.

"You still available?" he asked.

"I picked up another bodyguard job after you left," I said.

"Damn," he said. "How long you going to be tied up on that?"

"I signed on for three weeks," I said.

"Damn," he said. "You can't get out of it?"

"I'm kind of committed," I said. "I did take the money. What's this deal you have going?"

"It's a woman lives not far from you," he said. "Her name's Jennifer Wilkins."

Hearing Jennifer's name rocked me. I'd had a brief relationship with her a year and a half earlier, one she broke off suddenly, just when I thought it looked promising. I thought about her often. I'd even begun calling her a couple of times, but didn't follow through. For some reason, she'd stuck in my mind.

Roscoe had continued to tell me about the job, but he must have sensed something was wrong. "You're damn quiet all of a sudden," he said. "Something wrong?"

"I...I guess not," I replied. "I know the lady you're talking about. I thought she was married, though."

"Her husband killed himself six months ago," Roscoe told me. "Would you believe he had AIDS? I mean, if you know this lady, you know she's about as gorgeous as they get. Why in the hell would a guy do stuff to get AIDS if he had a wife like her?"

"Roscoe, you of all people, should know that people do things that don't make sense," I said. I knew I had to work on Jennifer's case, although I wasn't exactly sure why it was so important to me. "What's happening to this woman that makes her need protection?"

"I guess she took up with this guy who's causing her all this grief shortly after her husband died," he said. "She wasn't too serious about him, but apparently he got pretty obsessed about her. Anyhow, when she gave him the boot, he started harassing and threatening her."

"Did she call the cops?" I asked.

"Of course," Roscoe replied. "She's got more clout than your average citizen. Her late husband was a big political contributor. The mayor owes him, so does the governor. The state CIB and local detectives have been working on this, but they can't nail the guy with anything. He's pretty slick, from what I've seen reading the police reports."

"What's he done?" I asked.

"Harassing phone calls to start with," Roscoe said, "but he's slick, he has some kind of electronic device that screwed up the cops equipment when they tried to trap his calls. Then he moved on to getting stuff into her house. He's really good, too. He managed to bypass the security system and she's got one of the best ones going. The latest thing has been death threats, you know, 'If I can't have you, nobody can,' that kind of shit."

"So this isn't just some average bozo," I said.

"Not hardly," Roscoe replied. "His name is Raymond Gleason. He's a lawyer, works for a big name firm from New York, and they're supporting him. The cops hauled him in for questioning half a dozen times, then the firm threatened to file a harassment lawsuit against the cops, so the cops backed off. It's a real pisser. The cops know this guy is doing it, but they can't nail him with a damn thing."

"What are we supposed to do?" I asked.

"Keep her safe," Roscoe replied. "We'll have to have someone with her as long as it takes for this asshole to screw up, I guess. That's why I need you. I got a couple other jobs going and I'm a little short on quality people, you know? I mean, I got lots of guys could keep this lady safe, but some of them would look real out of place in her social set."

I knew what he meant. He had a lot of ex-cops working for him who were, for want of a better word, too "free thinking" to remain on the force. A lot of them were people who'd worked in deep undercover assignments on large departments and couldn't make the adjustment back to normal routine police work. Roscoe managed to keep them busy and to use their skills in very productive ways. The thing was, a lot of them were pretty scruffy, not the kind of people who could guard someone at the kinds of social events Jennifer attended.

"Damn, Roscoe," I said. "I wish you'd told me this the other day."

"I didn't know it then," he said. "You sure you can't dump this case of yours on someone else? Maybe I could give you somebody."

"I can't do that," I said. "I gave her my word I'd protect her, so I have to do it." A thought occurred to me. "Look, if you give me a hand with this case I'm working on," I told him, "maybe I can wrap it up and give you a hand with yours."

"What do you need?" Roscoe asked.

"Everything you can get me on a guy named Billy Devlin," I said. I gave him Billy's date of birth and other vital statistics. I'd gotten them from his employment file at the health club.

"You looking for anything in particular on him?" Roscoe asked.

"I need to know enough about him so I can figure out his weaknesses," I said.

"I'll see what I can do," Roscoe said. "You gonna help me with my case if I help you clear yours?"

"You can count on it," I said.

"I'll get back to you as soon as I know something," Roscoe said. The phone went dead.



The Stalker Ch. 09



After my phone call with Roscoe ended, I leaned back in my chair and thought about the last time I’d seen Jennifer, the time she suddenly broke things off with me. I was still married at the time, but I was so infatuated with Jennifer that I was thinking about leaving my wife. If I’d known what was coming – that my wife would leave me – I probably would have left her. Jennifer called and said her husband was away for the weekend playing golf and that she wanted to see me. She even said she’d pick me up. When she arrived…

**********

…I was ready to go and walked out of the house and got in her car. Her red-gold hair was nicely styled and she was wearing black slacks, a white blouse, and a black vest. The blouse had several buttons undone, exposing the quite a bit of the cleft between her generous breasts.

“What’s up?” I asked. “How come you didn’t let me come over?”

“I wanted to do something a little different,” Jennifer replied. Her brown eyes looked deep into mine. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not,” I said. “I’m just happy to have the chance to spend time with you.”

She put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb, glanced over at me and smiled. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since the other day,” she said softly.

“It’s nice to know I’m memorable,” I replied.

I began stroking the skin exposed by the open neck of her blouse and she shuddered. “God, I missed your touch,” she murmured. “You have no idea how wonderful your touch makes me feel. I’ve never been touched the way you touch me.”

I didn’t see where I was doing anything all that wonderful, but if she liked it, I was happy to keep doing it. “I missed touching you,” I said. My cock had started to swell and strain in my pants as my fingers stole over her soft, warm flesh. “Where are we going?”

Jennifer looked at me and smiled. “Someplace special,” she murmured.

I kept caressing her, but we didn’t talk much while she drove to a very exclusive hotel located in a city some thirty miles from the town we both lived in. She pulled into the hotel’s underground parking garage, found a space near the elevators, and parked. “I...I have a suitcase in the trunk,” she said when we got out of the car. She opened the trunk, I took out her suitcase, and we walked to the elevators and got in.

“Push the button for the top floor,” she said softly. “I already have the key.”

The top floor was eighteen stories away, and the elevator wasn’t moving very fast, so I set her suitcase down, turned to her, and pulled her into my arms. Our lips met and, with a soft groan, she pressed against me.

We were both breathless when the elevator finally stopped. I gave Jennifer one more quick kiss, then I grabbed her suitcase and followed her out of the elevator and down the hall.

When we reached the room she’d reserved, she handed me the key. I unlocked the door and she walked into the room ahead of me. I followed her and was surprised to find that it wasn’t a room, it was a suite, with a bedroom, living room, and dining room, along with a small bar and kitchenette.

Jennifer walked to the huge sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony that gave a panoramic view of the city and stood there, looking out.

I set down her suitcase and closed the door. Then I walked across the room, came up behind her, and put my arms around her. “The view is spectacular, isn’t it?” I said.

“Yes, it certainly is,” Jennifer replied. She sighed and leaned back against me.

“I think these are pretty spectacular, too,” I murmured. I began kissing her neck while I cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently.

Jennifer moaned and pressed harder against me. “You know exactly how to make me feel good, don’t you?” she murmured. Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her. “You know just what to do to make me feel so good! You’re so much better than anyone else I’ve ever been with.”

I unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it from her. Then my hands returned to her bra-encased breasts and, once more, I squeezed them gently. Then, ever so softly, I let my fingers trail over the skin of her chest that wasn’t covered by her bra. Her bottom began to rotate against my swollen cock, her hands slid between us, and she began opening my pants.

I shuddered when Jennifer’s hand moved inside my clothing, onto my swollen cock. It was kind of wild to be making love like this. We were still standing in front of the sliding glass door. Outside, I could see people in buildings across from ours and, a short distance away, cars and trucks were racing by the hotel on an elevated section of freeway. I wondered if people in the buildings opposite the hotel could see what we were doing. She didn’t seem to notice the people in the other buildings, or if she did, she didn’t care.

Her bra had a front clasp. I got it open, slid my hands back onto her breasts, and felt her nipples poking into my palms. I rotated my hands lightly, caressing the swollen buds with my palms.

Jennifer groaned softly and I felt a tremor go through her. “God!” she groaned. “Your touch is so wonderful. I’ve missed it so much!”

I began to back across the room, pulling her with me. When we reached the bed, I released her and turned her around. We shared a deep, passionate kiss, then I removed the rest of her clothes. When her clothing was off, she stripped me.

Then, clinging to each other, we fell on the bed and began a serious, passionate exploration of each other’s bodies.

My lips went to Jennifer’s nipples which, when she was aroused, were huge and had a deep purple color. I sucked and nibbled first one, then the other, attending to them until both of them were rigid and glistening with my saliva. While I did that, her chest began to rise and fall more and more rapidly and the groans of delight coming from her became more fervent.

At the same time, her hands continued to massage my cock. They slid up and down over it and her fingers massaged the slippery fluid which was seeping from the tip into the throbbing shaft.

Having afforded Jennifer’s lovely nipples sufficient attention for now, my lips moved downward, traveling down over her heaving chest and across her softly rounded belly. I paused to lick her navel, an act which drew squeals of delight from her, then my delightful journey over her warm silken skin continued.

Seconds later my lips moved into the curly mass of red-gold curls blanketing her middle. Her hips began squirming and twisting as my hands slid up and down the warm, incredibly smooth skin covering her inner thighs. Moaning softly, she spread her legs, a motion that offered me access to her vagina.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Ah! Yes!” Jennifer wailed when my lips and tongue began exploring her sopping wet center. Her hips jerked up and down and thrills flowed through her while my lips and tongue toyed with her petal-like labia and teased her clit.

I positioned myself between her legs and kept licking the soft, pink folds of flesh protecting her opening. I thrust my tongue into her, lashed her clit with it, and dragged it through her opening. All the while I did it, her body twisted and turned as ecstasy roared through it and her moans of pleasure intensified.

I inserted a finger into her and began thrusting while at the same time I alternated between sucking her clit and lashing it with my tongue. Her belly rippled and she kept gasping, making sounds like a steam locomotive laboring. I knew I was giving her immense pleasure and kept it up.

I worked on her until she was ever so close to coming, so close she on the verge of exploding any second. But I didn’t let her come. Instead when I sense she was right at the verge of exploding into orgasm, I backed off and stroked her lightly. For a long time I was able to keep her poised at the very edge of coming without allowing her to experience the ultimate in satisfaction.

Soon, Jennifer’s fervent groans told me she could bear what I was doing no longer. She needed to come she cried. She needed release! “Take me! Please! I need you! Please!” she begged. Her hands sought me, pulled at me, urging me atop her. “Don’t tease me any more, darling! Please don’t make me come like that! Please, I…I need you!”

I finally abandoned my delightful activities in her middle and slid atop her lush body. When I did, she grabbed my cock and guided it into her quivering opening. When my swollen shaft began to sink into her, her legs wrapped around my waist and ecstasy began to sweep through me. Her hips strained against me, sucking me all the way into her.

Feeling as wonderful as Jennifer obviously did, I straightened my arms and held myself above her, with my loins pressed tightly against her rocking, thrusting hips. Then, at last, I started driving into her with forceful movements of my hips. I felt my passion rising and knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

“Take me! Oh, please, take me! Now! Now!” Jennifer cried as wonderful sensations, evoked by my plunging erection, swept through and over her. She clutched my arms and her breasts jiggled as I lunged against her again and again. “Can’t wait! Need it too bad! I…Ah…I can’t wait! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ah! Ah! Yes!” she cried. Her body began jolting wildly when, at last, it was filled with delight.

“Yeah!” I groaned, shooting my torrid cream into Jennifer’s clasping hot cave. Unbelievably fabulous sensations rippled through me, too.

Spent, I rolled off her, onto my side, and wrapped my arm around her. She snuggled into my embrace, her warm flesh pressing against mine. I caressed her back. “What we have is really special, isn’t it?” I asked. There really was something different, more wonderful, about making love with her.

I felt Jennifer nodding. “Yes, it is. I never knew sex could be as marvelous as it is with you,” she said very softly. She looked at me, then kissed me passionately and her hands started sliding over my body. It was as if she couldn’t be close to me and keep her hands off me! She wanted me again! I cupped her bottom in my hands and squeezed her against me.

“God!” she murmured after the kiss ended, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’m turned on all the time when I’m near you! I’ve never, ever, experienced anything like it in my life!” She teased my nipples with her fingers, making them hard, sending little shocks of delight through me.

I shuddered while Jennifer kissed my chest, her lips shooting exquisite sensations into me. I forced myself to lay still while her lips moved from one of my nipples to the other, trailing heat and wetness across my chest. One of the things I’d learned this week was how wonderful it was to have my nipples sucked and I loved having her do it.

While Jennifer’s lips were working on my chest, her hands slid over my body, across my belly, into the curly, damp hair at my groin. Then her fingers wrapped around my erecting cock, sending more wondrous sensations rocketing through me. My cock twitched in her hand.

“Oh, God, it…it feels so big!” she whispered as her hand slid up and down on my blood-engorged penis. Then her lips began to move down my body. Her kisses followed the trail her hands had blazed, and ecstasy built upon ecstasy.

“Ah!” I groaned. My hips strained upward on when warmth and wetness engulfed my swollen wand and she began avidly sucking my cock! I raised my head just in time so see her head lower and my cock disappear into her mouth. She gently massaged my balls while she suckled me and wonderful turmoil built in my center.

I couldn’t lie still any longer. My hips continued to twist and turn while Jennifer continued to do unthinkable things to me with her mouth. She was far better at giving blow-jobs than any of the other women I’d been sleeping with. “Jennifer! I…I’m gonna come if you keep that up!” I groaned during one of the few lucid moments she allowed me.

The minute I uttered my warning, my cock was abandoned, left waving to cool in the air. I felt Jennifer’s legs move across me, then a different sensation of wetness and heat enveloped my throbbing rod when she sank onto it. I gazed up at her and saw a look of bliss on her face.

Once she had my erection hilted inside her, she leaned forward and her large, breasts, the nipples stiff and jutting from them, swung toward my face. I grabbed the jellied orbs, lifted my head, and started sucking the turgid tips and nibbling them gently. At the same time, she began to raise and lower her hips, letting my cock slide in and out of her snug love cave.

“Yes! Hell, yes!” she hissed as I mauled her dangling mamaries with my hands and mouth and shoved my erection deep into her. “Suck them! Oh, yes, darling! Suck them!”

I could tell Jennifer was just as turned on as I was. She pounded down on me, twisting and turning her hips, making me lash around inside her.

“Oh…yes! Oh…yes! Oh…yes! Oh…yes! Oh…yes!” she chanted in tempo with her bouncing hips. It was happening again! My deeply plunging cock was thrilling her. Her cries of delight continued.

I would have echoed Jennifer’s cries, but my mouth was full of nipple and breast. I felt her stiffen and, as she pressed her groin against mine, powerful tremors began to wrack her body.

“Ah! Ah!” Jennifer’s wails of delight began. Her fingers dug into my arms and her hips began rocking even more frantically. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Take...Me! Take…me!” she cried. “Please! Please! Oh! Ah! Ahh!”

“Uhh!” I groaned, arching my body, lifting my hips, as I hosed her insides with an eruption of my molten cream.

Her need temporarily sated, Jennifer lay on top of me once we finished. She was clinging to me so fiercely I think she would have absorbed me into her if she could have!

After lying on top of me quietly for a while, she raised her head, looked into my eyes and smiled. Then she bent and kissed me. “How do you always know exactly how to make me feel wonderful?” she whispered. “How can what we do always be this fantastic?”

“I don’t know,” I replied. I’d never thought about it much.

“It shouldn’t be this good,” Jennifer whispered. “What...what we’re doing, it’s wrong. You’re married and so am I. It…it isn’t right for us to...”

“Do you want us to stop?” I asked. I hoped she’d say she didn’t want to. I sure didn’t want to stop seeing her.

Jennifer looked down at me a long time, her eyes reflecting the turmoil in her mind. Then she took a deep breath, let it out, and shook her head. “No, I...I don’t want to stop. I don’t think I could survive without what you give me,” she murmured.

She rolled off me and we lay side by side for a while longer. Finally, Jennifer sat up. “Would you like some lunch?” she asked.

I reached out and caressed her smooth thigh. “I think that would be nice,” I replied.

“I’ll call down and have something sent up,” she said. She picked up the phone and dialed. I got up and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

We got dressed and went into the dining room of the suite for lunch when several liveried hotel staff delivered it. Jennifer was wearing a pale aqua colored silk gown and kimono she’d brought with her. It clung lovingly to her body and set of her red-gold hair. I noticed that two of the bellmen had a hard time keeping their eyes off her as they laid out the meal. The third paid her little or no attention, which told me he was probably gay.

After the food had been laid out, the bellmen left and we sat down at the table and began to eat. I noticed that Jennifer was just picking at her food and kept looking at me.

She set her fork down, took a sip of wine, and put the glass back on the table. “Does what you’re doing with me cause you any guilt?” she asked.

I nodded. “Sometimes,” I said, “When I think about it.”

“I used to think I had the best of all possible worlds,” she said, gazing at me. “I have a lovely home, more money than I can possibly spend, and freedom to do what I want, as long as I’m discrete about it.” She paused and took another sip of her wind. “Now, suddenly, I wonder if I’ve been deluding myself all these years.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She sipped some more wine. “I’ve never been in love,” she said softly. “Do you believe that?”

“It that’s true, it’s very sad,” I replied.

“I never thought that was important,” she went on. “I’ve had lovers, many of them quite good. And I do feel a certain affection for Horace, and I know he feels the same thing for me. But it isn’t love. None of it is.” She gazed steadily across the table at me. “Do you love your wife?” she asked.

“Ah…yes…I do,” I replied. “I know it probably doesn’t look like it, what with me being here and all, but…”

“But even if your feelings for her have changed, you were in love with her once, weren’t you?” she asked. “The way they write about in books and show in movies.”

“I guess I was,” I said. “There was a time when…well…” Somehow I felt awkward. It was one thing to screw around on my wife, it was an entirely different matter to talk about my relationship with her. “What’s making you question all this?” I asked.

Jennifer shrugged. “I’m not sure I know,” she said. “All I know is that every day it becomes clearer and clearer to me that my life is really a sham and that I’ve been rationalizing it for years.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“What can I do?” she asked. “I’ve made my bed, so to speak, I’ll just have to continue to sleep in it.”

We got up and went into the sitting room of the suite. Jennifer once again walked to the floor-to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. And, as I’d done before, I walked up behind her.

We gazed out the window for a few moments without speaking, then I put my hands on her arms, turned her around, and pulled her against me. She turned her face up and our lips met. Her arms locked around me and her body molded itself to mine. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and lashed around. I felt my cock begin to harden.

Jennifer finally broke the kiss, leaned back in my arms, and gazed up at me. Her eyes were wide, her face was flushed and she was breathing hard. Without saying anything, she took my hand and led me back into her bedroom. The minute we were through the door, she began tearing at my clothing. I couldn’t recall a time a woman had wanted me so desperately. I began helping her with my clothes. If she wanted me naked, I’d get naked!

When my clothes were off, she stood there, staring at my erection. Then she took a deep breath, reached down, and wrapped her hand around it. “I need this!” she murmured, and sank to her knees. Her lips and tongue began to move over my rigid, veined shaft, bringing gasps of delight from me. She sucked almost all of it into her mouth and fondled my balls while she did.

My legs began to shake as her lips and hands drove me wild. “I...I have to sit down,” I stammered, and backed up to the bed. Jennifer followed me, still on her knees, continuing to ravenously devour my throbbing rod as we shuffled across the room to the bed. She was making me wild! “Oh, God, Jennifer, if you don’t stop soon, I’m going to...I’m going to...come!” I groaned. “Oh, God, that feels too good!”

All my words did was stimulate her to greater efforts. She grasped my hips and fucked her face down over my cock.

“Oh!” I cried, my hips arching, “I can’t wait! Oh, God, Jennifer! I’m cumming!” My hot, sticky fluid erupted from my pulsing cock, bathing the inside of her mouth. Spent, I fell back onto the bed. She continued nursing my erection until I was limp and licked clean, then she let me slide from her mouth.

I sat up, urged her to stand and began taking her nightgown and robe off. Once she was nude, I squeezed her breasts together and rubbed my thumbs the nipples.

“Ah! Yes!” she moaned and grasped my hands. “Oh, God, it feels so good to have you touch them!”

I bent and kissed her nipples, sucking one, then the other, into my mouth. She moaned with joy and her whole body began to tremble. I got her to lay down on the bed and began moving my hands over the rest of her body, amazed at how beautiful she was.




The Stalker Ch. 09



I slid off the bed, knelt between her legs, and drove my head between her legs. My mouth covered her vagina and my tongue thrust into her.

“Ah!” Jennifer groaned. Her hips rocked off the bed. “Oh! Do that! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” Her legs clamped around my head while, with thrusting tongue, I drove her wild. “Aw! Aw! Aw!” she screamed, her body thrashing so wildly I had to hold onto her bottom to maintain contact with her gyrating middle. “Oh, God! Oh, God! So good! So good! Ah! Ah! Oh!”

I continued what I was doing her until her legs fell from my head and she lay still on the bed. Then I got up and laid down on the bed next to her.

Jennifer quickly came into my arms. “My Lord!” she exclaimed. There were tears in her eyes. “That was exquisite!”

I kissed her then moved closer against her and my erect cock brushed her leg.

Jennifer’s eyes widened. “My word, you’re hard again!” she exclaimed, leaning back and looking down between us.

“It’s because you excite me, Jennifer, because you’re a beautiful, exciting woman,” I told her. I drew her back into my arms and kissed her deeply once again.

When the kiss finally ended, both of us were having trouble breathing. Jennifer looked at me, her eyes filled with happiness and urgency. “I want you in me!” she whispered. “Now! Take me now!”

I rolled on top of her and she guided my cock into her body with her soft hand “My goodness! I can’t get over how big you feel!” she murmured as my penis worked its way into her. “It feels marvelous!”

“You feel pretty marvelous, too,” I replied, beginning to thrust into her. I moved slowly, savoring the exciting feel of her tight sleeve as it dragged on my hard cock when it moved in and out of her. I couldn’t get over how tight she was.

Jennifer’s body began undulating under me. “Oh!” she moaned, “That feels so good! I’m…Oh!…I’m going to come again! Yes! Take me! Take me! Oh! Oh! Oh, lord! Oh, lord! Yes! Yes!”

Her body thrashed under mine and her orgasm caused her vaginal walls to ripple and milk my cock. “Unnhh!” I grunted when I felt the pulsing of my cock begin, then I exploded into her, bathing her insides with my cream.

“You really can stay, can’t you?” she asked as we lay in each other’s arms after we finished. “I so much want you to spend the night with me.”

“I’d be happy to stay,” I told her.

Jennifer gazed at me for a second, then she kissed me, slipped out of my arms, and moved to the edge of the bed. “I hate to leave you, even for a minute,” she said, “but I have to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll be here when you get back,” I told her, smiling.

I remained in bed waiting for her to return, filled with anticipation. The bathroom door opened and Jennifer appeared in the doorway. Smiling, she started across the room toward me.

I watched her approach me and realized just how beautiful her body was. “You really are gorgeous,” I said softly.

Jennifer smiled. “I’m glad you think so,” she said. She sat down on the bed next to me. “Lay back,” she murmured. “I’m going to make you feel very, very good.”

I did exactly as I was told. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I began to tremble when she slid the covers down and her fingers began trailing over me. Her caresses were feather-light, teasing, and tantalizing.

“Oh! God, that feels so good!” I whispered as her hands moved everywhere on my body. Everywhere, that is, except for my erection which stood rampant, pointing at the ceiling. She continued her caresses, reducing me to a quivering mass of flesh, groaning and twisting on the bed.

Jennifer was flushed and wide-eyed. I had a feeling she was almost as excited as I was. At last her caresses ceased.

I reached for her. “Please!” I moaned. I was almost insane with need. If I could have, I would have grabbed her, thrown her on the bed, and ravished her, but I couldn’t move. I continued to hold my arms out to her.

Jennifer moved slowly back onto the bed, then she straddled my legs, slid her body up on top of mine, and got to her knees. I felt her hand grasp my erection, then I gasped when I felt the tip slide between the humid lips of her vagina. “Ah!” I groaned. “Oh, Jennifer, please! Please!”

Then I had what I wanted. It was going up into her. My hard, throbbing penis was moving into her! Then she began rocking her hips, grinding our pubic bones together.

After moving delectably for a few moments, Jennifer stopped and sat atop me, with my erection embedded in her. She appeared to be savoring the sensations having me in her caused. After a few more moments, she started rocking her hips again.

I couldn’t believe how sweet Jennifer’s actions felt. As the walls of her clutching tube slid along the sides of my rigid pole and glorious sensations coursed through my body, filling me with warmth and delight.

She kept moving her hips and while she did joy built inside me slowly, wonderfully, touching every fiber of my being! Then, suddenly, she began moving faster and faster. “O, yes!” she cried. Her self-control vanished and her body went wild. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Uh! Uh!” I roared when I erupted into her like a human volcano.

Jennifer’s wild motions finally stilled, she collapsed atop me, and we snuggled in each other’s arms. After a few moments, she raised her head and looked at me. “I’m exhausted,” she murmured. “What about you?”

“I could stand some rest, too,” I admitted.

She kissed me gently, rolled off me, and we cuddled each other. Before long, we were both sound asleep.

Sunday morning, I woke before Jennifer, who was lying on her back next to me, still sleeping. I gazed at her gorgeous body and felt desire stirring inside me again. A night’s sleep had revitalized me. I bent over her and began sucking one of her nipples. Immediately I felt it rise into my mouth.

Jennifer and opened her eyes. She murmured softly and laid her hand on my head while I continued to suckle her nipples.

My hand began to roamed over her lithe torso, which twisted sinuously as my fingers slid lightly over her silky skin. After caressing her delightfully for a while, I inserted my hand between her legs and began playing with her vagina, which instantly became wet as my fingers probed, stroked, then entered it. Her back arched, lifting her hips from the mattress.

“Gah!” she groaned when my finger slid into her. It was obvious I was making her crazy with need again!

I was just as aroused as she was. I had a raging hard-on, the delightful result of bringing her to the high state of desire I now had her in. I rolled on top of her and plunged my erection into her. God, did that feel good! I began driving my swollen shaft into her clasping opening with forceful movements of my hips.

“Oh! Yes! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! Oh!” Jennifer moaned. Her body responding furiously to my thrusting penis. She clutched at me and her hips pounded up to meet mine. “Gahh! Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!” she screamed. “Now! Oh, please! Yes! Oh, yes! Ah! Ah!”

The minute Jennifer exploded I began bathing her insides with my juices while my loins convulsed with delight. I kept plunging into her a little longer then, spent, I collapsed atop her. When my cock began to soften and slithered out of her, I rolled onto my back.

Jennifer rolled on her side and caressed my face softly with her hand. “My goodness!” she exclaimed, “You certainly have a delightful way of waking a girl!” She sat up, an action I found eminently delightful. “What time is it?”

I looked at my watch. “It’s six-thirty,” I said.

She smiled. “Oh, good,” she said. “I was hoping we hadn’t slept too late.”

“When I can move,” I said. “I’ll take you to breakfast. My treat this time.”

After a while, we got out of bed, took showers, and got dressed. We decided to have breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant, so we took the elevator down to the lobby and managed to get in a little necking while we did.

The hostess seated us in a booth in a corner of the restaurant.

Jennifer leaned over and kissed me on the cheek tenderly. “I’m so glad you were available this weekend,” she said.

“I’m glad I was available, too,” I said.

While we studied the menus, I reached over and began to fondle one of Jennifer’s breasts through her blouse, then I slid my hand under the blouse, onto the warm velvety flesh of her belly.

“Oh!” she mewled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Want me to stop?” I asked.

“Nnnnh!” Jennifer murmured. She shook her head. “No! Never!”

The more I caressed her breasts, the louder her groans of delight became. I kept squeezing her firm globes, hearing her soft whimpers of joy.

“Oh, God! I love this!” she whispered, “Are you sure nobody can see what you’re doing?”

Our booth was off in one corner of the dining room, so I didn’t think anyone else in the restaurant had any idea what I was doing to her, but I didn’t really care. “Do you really mind if anyone else sees?” I asked.

“Ah!” Jennifer murmured. A powerful tremor shook her. “No, I guess I don’t!”

I kept on fondling her breasts and she began to stroke my leg while we sat, waiting for the waitress to bring our meal. I surprised her again when I slid my hand out from under her blouse, put it on her bare knee, then slid it up the silken skin of her inner thighs. Automatically, she parted her legs to afford me better access to her center.

“Oh!” she murmured. She was trembling like a leaf. “Every time you touch me, I feel like coming!” she whispered through clenched teeth while my fingers parted her labia and slipped into her. She slid down on the seat a little and her hips began rocking.

She wrapped her fingers around my arm, clinging to me in desperation. “Oh, God!” she whispered, “I don’t believe I’m letting you do this to me! I think I’m going to come!”

“I’d love it if you did,” I said softly. Soft moans continued to pour from her and her hips were moving frantically in response to my thrusting fingers.

She stiffened and her grip on my arm tightened. Her head lay on my shoulder, her lips near my ear. “I’m cumming! Oh, Lord! Yes!” she whispered. She was pressing her insistently moving hips against my intruding fingers and biting her lip to keep from screaming her joy to the rest of the patrons of the restaurant.

I wondered, as I watched the flushed look on Jennifer’s face and her thrashing body, what other people in the restaurant would think if they knew what I was doing to her. It was a real kick.

By the time our food arrived, Jennifer had quieted and I had removed my hand from between her legs. We began to eat our breakfast.

“You’re awful!” Jennifer said, as we ate. “My God! Do you think anybody else in here knew what you were doing to me?”

I shook my head. “They probably didn’t know anything was going on,” I said.

“I can’t believe I let you do that!” she said. Her voice was full of wonderment. “It was the most unbelievable thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“I thought it was pretty wild, too,” I said. “I think the danger of discovery was what probably made it so intense.”

“It certainly did!” Jennifer replied.

We finished breakfast, I paid the bill, and we walked back to the elevators. In the elevator, Jennifer came into my arms and kissed me passionately. And, as the kiss wore on, I felt her hand sliding between us and grasp my erecting penis. She continued to kiss me and stroke me as the elevator carried us up to the top floor. By the time the doors opened, I had a huge hard-on and was relieved to see that there were no other people in the hallway.

We walked down the hall to our suite and, when we were inside, Jennifer locked the door. Then she started toward me, a grin on her lovely face. When she reached me, she dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and took out my rigid cock. She caressed it tenderly with her hands for a while, then she took it into her mouth and began sucking me while her hands gently milked my swollen balls.

What she’d done to me in the elevator had me turned on, so it didn’t take long for her to get me to the point where I was about to explode. It seemed like just seconds when, groaning, experiencing wrenching spasms, I exploded into her mouth.

Jennifer kept my pulsing wand in her mouth and swallowed as much of my juices as she could. She kept sucking and caressing me until I was limp and totally spent. Then she got to her feet and we walked over and sat down on the bed. I found out that she had no intention of stopping when she pushed me onto my back and, once more, began exploring my body with her hands. Startled, I felt myself growing hard again.

She left me suddenly, and got out of bed. She stripped her clothes off then she knelt on the bed next to me. She hadn’t said a word, but I knew exactly what she wanted. I got to my knees behind her and moved close to her. I guided the tip of my erection between her firm, finely shaped buttocks and rubbed it up and down through her wet opening.

“Put it in me! I need you!” she begged.

With a quick movement of my hips, I buried my engorged penis in her superb body.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes!” Jennifer hissed. She began to rock back against me, her buttocks smacking against my legs. Her breasts jumped and wriggled and her hair flew wildly as I plunged into her. “Oh, Lord!” she exclaimed, “I’m going to come again!”

I leaned forward and caught her dancing breasts in my hands. The rigid nipples drilled into my palms as I squeezed them. I could feel her body begin to jolt, then her moans turned to fervent wails and, once again she exploded.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” she cried. “Yes! Yes! Now! Now!”

The tension that had built up in my middle uncoiled and, with an incredibly sweet rush, my fluids coursed into her. My orgasm triggered more rapture for her and her moans grew even more passionate.

“I think I’ve done about as much love-making as I can this weekend,” Jennifer said listlessly as we lay in each other’s arms once our fervent coupling ended.

“Me, too,” I agreed. I tightened my arms around her and pulled her body against mine.

“I hate it that you have to go home today,” she whispered. “I wish we could keep doing this forever.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. It almost sounded as if she was getting a little more attached to me than I expected her to. “I don’t know what to say,” I replied. “I...”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Jennifer replied. “It wasn’t really fair of me to say that. I’m sorry.” She kissed me gently.

“That’s OK,” I said.

We dozed off in each other’s arms. Both of us were exhausted.

When I awakened later, Jennifer was snuggled against me, her back to me, her hair a tangled red-gold mass on the pillow. She stirred softly in her sleep and her buttocks moved against me. That woke me up in more ways than one. My penis began swelling against her gorgeous buttocks, trying to insert itself into the cleft between them.

I reached over Jennifer, cupped her breast, squeezed it softly, and began massaging her nipple. While I did that, the movement of her hips grew more urgent. Before long, my lovely companion was purring with delight and her buttocks were caressing my erect cock, which grew harder and harder as she caressed it with her bottom.

“This is a wonderful way to wake up,” she murmured. “I wish we could do it every morning.”

“It’s a nice thought,” I said, continuing to caress her, “but it might not be this exciting if we did it every morning.”

Jennifer shrugged. “Maybe,” she said, “But there’s no harm in dreaming, is there?”

I tugged her leg back over mine and slid my hand down over her belly, through her pubic hair, onto her clit. She gasped, the movement of her hips increased in intensity and juices of excitement began oozing from her. The tip of my erection protruded from between her legs, so I grasped it and rubbed it against her slit. She groaned and begged me to put it in her.

I did just that. I experienced a thrill as her tight, wet, cavity grasped my invading organ. Once I was in her, our bodies began the motions of lust while thrills shot through us.

I found that making love in this position allowed me to continue to fondle and kiss Jennifer’s breasts, and took advantage of that discover, to both her delight and mine. Our passion quickly built to the bursting point. I kept driving into her and, at the same time, I was sucking one of her nipples and teasing her clit with my hand.

After a few moments of fervent activity Jennifer exploded into orgasm, uttering loud wails of pleasure, her hands flailing, looking for something to grab. “God! Oh, God!” she cried, “Now! Oh, yes! Oh, lord! Oh, yes! Yes! Now! Now!”

Groaning with bliss, I joined her, pumping my torrid fluids into her once again.

At last Jennifer went limp. My cock slid out of her, but remained trapped in the cleft between her cum-smeared buttocks. I kissed her neck under her soft, silky hair.

“Do…do you think we’ll ever get to share a time like this again?” she asked.

“I don’t see why not,” I said. I found that, for some reason, being with her was different. I found that the more I was with her, the more I wanted to be with her.

She turned in my arms and buried her face against my chest. I stroked her hair and her smooth back.

“This has been a wonderful weekend,” she murmured.

“It sure has,” I agreed.

“I guess we need to start getting ready to leave, don’t we?” she whispered.

I nodded. I cupped my hand under her chin and pulled her face up so I could look at her. When I did, I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. “You’re crying,” I said. “Are you all right? Did I do something wrong?”

She wiped at her eyes as she shook her head. “No…you…you didn’t do anything wrong,” she murmured. “In fact, you did everything right. Too right.” She kissed me gently, then slid out of my arms. “I guess we better get ready to leave,” she said. She got up and walked to the bathroom.

We got cleaned up, put our clothes on, and left the hotel. Jennifer sat behind the wheel of her Jaguar as we cruised down the highway toward the town were both of us lived, staring straight ahead, not saying anything. Her eyes were still red, and it looked as if she remained right on the verge of crying. I was sure I’d done something to upset her, but I had no idea what it was.

Finally, when we were about ten minutes out of town, she glanced over at me. “This weekend was wonderful,” she said softly. “I’ll always remember it.”

“Ah…thank you,” I replied. “I’ll always remember it, too.”

A tear rolled down her pale cheek. “I can’t see you again,” she whispered.

I was shocked and dismayed by her announcement. For some reason, I found the idea of not seeing her again very distressing. “Look, I know my wife’s coming home this afternoon, but I’m sure we can work something out,” I said. “I can get away sometimes and...”

“I…I can’t see you again,” she murmured. There was a steady stream of tears coming from her eyes now. “I...I’m not sure I can explain why, but I can’t. It…it has nothing to do with your wife.”

“But Jennifer…” I protested. “I…”

“Do you care about me?” she asked.

Her question caught me off-guard. “Yes, of course I care about you,” I replied without thinking.

“Then please respect what I’m saying,” she said. “It’s...it’s very hard for me to have to tell you this.”

“All…all right,” I replied.

**********

She dropped me off at my house and I hadn’t seen or heard from her since. I never knew what it was that made her decide to stop seeing me, and that lack of understanding continued to bother me. It wasn’t that her breaking off with me deprived me of sex, I had more of that than any man could want.

I couldn’t figure out why memories of Jennifer continued to gnaw at me. Of course my love-life was about to change. Based on what Kass told me, there was a good chance my relationship with Louanne would be ending, but Dorrie made it clear she was available, so losing Louanne wasn’t that big a thing. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I still did miss Jennifer. Hearing Roscoe say her name had stirred up those longing memories again. I didn’t understand why that was. I did know I had to get the mess with Jill straightened out so I could help Jennifer.



The Stalker Ch. 10



I packed a change of clothes in my overnight bag and laid down, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Jennifer Wilkins. Finally, about seven o'clock in the evening, I got out of bed, took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and headed for the health club.

Jill was out on the exercise floor when I arrived at the club. She smiled and waved at me when I walked in. Tonight she had on a shiny bright pink Spandex jumpsuit. Although the outfit looked fantastic on her, I wondered how hard it would be to get off. I waved back at her, went into the office, and sat down.

I'd been trying to think of a way to avoid another confrontation with Billy tonight, especially since he might have gotten a gun by now, but I wasn't exactly sure how I'd pull that off.

I was still trying to come up with a plan when Jill walked in. She came over to me, bent down, kissed me gently, and stroked my face with her hand. "How are you?" she asked. "You had such a serious look on your face when I walked in."

"I was just trying to figure out some way to avoid another hassle with Billy," I explained. "Is there any chance you could get someone else to close up and we could leave early?"

"I'm sorry," Jill replied. "Right now, the only other person who I trust to handle closing up the club is Rhonda, and she has the night off. If you want, I can make sure she's available tomorrow."

"That would be good," I said. "At least for a few nights. Problem is, Billy's going to catch on eventually."

"Then what?" Jill asked.

"Hopefully, I'll have him off your back by then," I said. "If not, I guess I'll have to come up with a new plan."

Jill walked over and sat down behind her desk. "Do you really think you can stop him?" she asked.

"I'm working on it," I said. "Hopefully I'll have a better idea of what to do tomorrow."

Jill went to work on her bookwork and I remained sitting there, partly watching her and partly thinking about the trouble Jennifer was in. I had to get this business with Jill cleaned up, and quickly because my incessant thoughts about Jennifer could very well start to interfere with my ability to do what Jill hired me for.

When we finally closed the club and walked out into the parking lot, there was a Jamestown police car sitting there. A big, bulky black officer was leaning against it. He straightened up when Jill and I emerged and I recognized him. His name was Walt Mobley. He and I went through the police academy together a lot of years ago. "Everything OK?" he asked. His voice was deep, like the rumble of distant thunder.

"How you doing, Walt?" I asked. "Still on the job?"

Walt looked at me closer and a broad smile formed on his face. "Hey! Mike! Damn, man, I ain't seen you in what, ten years?" he said, walking toward me, extending his massive hand. "What you doin' now? Still writin?"

"I'm still doing that, and I do a little work for Roscoe Garth now and again," I explained. "Got my P.I. license."

"Damn," he said, grabbing my hand and jerking my arm up and down like a pump handle. "I'm gonna put my papers in a year from now, Roscoe's been after me to come work for him. I been thinkin' about it."

An idea came to me as Walt continued jerking my arm up and down. "Walt, I need for you to do something," I said.

He finally stopped pumping my arm. "What's that?" he asked.

"Come here," I said. He and I walked to the edge of the building and looked down the street. There, under the streetlight, sat Billy Devlin's car, in the same spot it had been the night before. "See that car down there?" I asked.

"The Camaro?" Walt asked.

"Yeah," I said. "The guy in it's the one been bothering the lady back there. I'm working bodyguard for her."

Walt grinned broadly and shook his head. "Not a bad body to guard," he commented. "What you want?"

"Last night he followed us to her apartment building," I said. "He and I had a little chat in the parking lot and he went away. I'd rather not have to do that again tonight. You think, maybe, you could detain him a little bit, say for twenty minutes or so, to give me a chance to get my client home safe and sound?"

Walt chuckled. "I sure 'nough can, my man," he said. "Seems to me we got a suspicious vehicle report on that car. Ought to check it out, don't you think?"

We turned and started walking back to the cars, where Jill stood, waiting.

"Thanks, Walt," I said.

"Hey, no problem, man," he said. "Been good seein' you again." He pulled a portable radio out of his belt, called dispatch, advised them he'd received a suspicious vehicle complaint from a civilian, told them he was going to check it out, and asked them to send him some backup. Then he waved to me, got in his cruiser, and pulled out of the parking lot, headed toward Billy Devlin's car.

I opened the door of my car and Jill slid in, looking puzzled. "What was that all about?" she asked. "Do you know that officer?"

"He and I went through the police academy together," I said. "I asked him to keep our friend Billy tied up for a few minutes so we can get home without any hassles."

"Oh," she said.

When I pulled out of the health club parking lot, I looked down the street. Walt's cruiser and another one, the light bars on their roofs flashing, were parked behind the Camaro. "See?" I said.

"Oh," Jill said.

When we arrived in her apartment, Jill hugged me, then kissed me softly on the cheek. "It's so nice to be able to come home without a hassle," she said, "Thank you."

"That's what you're paying me for, isn't it?" I said.

"I'm beat," Jill said. "We were really busy today. I think I'm going to go to bed." She gave me another gentle kiss, then she went to her bedroom.

I was a little surprised. After what happened the night before, I expected things to be a little different when we got home tonight, but maybe she really was tired. I carried my overnight bag into my room and laid it on the bed, then I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

When I was going back to my room, I noticed the door to Jill's bedroom was slightly ajar, and I couldn't resist peeking inside. She was slipping a nightgown over her nude body. I swallowed hard. Watching the garment slide down over her loveliness made my groin tighten. I pushed the door open silently and stepped into the room.

"You are quite a sight," I said softly.

Jill turned and smiled at me. "I was hoping you'd come in," she said softly.

I walked over to her, pulled her into my arms, and covered her mouth with mine.

Jill leaned back and looked at me, her face flushed, when the kiss ended. "Do you have any idea how your kisses make me feel?" she murmured.

"Ah, yeah, I do," I said. I reached into the scooped neck of her nightgown, cupped one of her firm breasts in my hand, and began rubbing my thumb over the already-erect nipple.

"Oh!" Jill groaned. "Come on." She took my hand and led me to the bed, then she turned and we were in each other's arms again. We kissed, tongues lashing, sparks of passion flying between us.

When the second kiss ended, I helped Jill slip out of her nightgown and got out of my clothes. Then, locked in each other's arms, we fell onto the bed. My hands began roving over her firm body, drawing soft groans of delight from her.

After caressing Jill for a while, I rolled atop her and, when I did, my rigid shaft slid between her legs and right into her torrid, humid opening, just as if it was being guided by an invisible hand.

"Oh!" Jill groaned, "Yes! Do it, lover! Do it!"

I began to move my hips, each movement was thrilling me more. I felt Jill's hips rising to meet my thrusts.

"Oh! Yes!" she groaned. Then she began to cry out as delight exploded through her. "I'm...I'm cumming! Oh, God! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes!"

My throbbing shaft continued pistoned in and out of her, each stroke feeling more fantastic than the last. Finally, I felt my eruption begin. "Me...too! Oh, God, me, too!" I groaned as he spewed his seed into her.

Finally, I lay still, cushioned atop her, her breasts pushing into my chest. We laid like that, holding each other, while my erection softened and slipped from her.

"I really am tired," she said after a few moments. She kissed me again, then rolled off me.

"Would you like to sleep alone, or should I stay?" I asked.

Her arms slid around me and she pressed against me. "I don't want to sleep alone," she said. "I want to wake up with you next to me again." She kissed me again.

I smiled at her. "Just checking," I said. I pulled the covers over us and turned out the light. It seemed like Jill was asleep immediately. I laid there, with her warm body snuggled against mine, wide awake. Even though I had one woman's gorgeous body pressed against mine, all I could think of was the equally gorgeous body of another. I was worried about Jennifer. Even though I didn't think I would, I did eventually fall asleep.



The Stalker Ch. 11



The next morning I woke up before Jill did. I slipped carefully out of bed and went to the bathroom.

When I returned to Jill's bedroom, she was sitting up in the bed, looking frightened.

"I-I didn't know where you were," she said, her voice quivering. "I-I was terrified."

"I had to go to the bathroom," I said. I walked to the bed, sat down, and took her in my arms.

"I-I was afraid you left me alone," she said, "I-I was having a dream that Billy was going to kill me..." She wrapped her arms around me, leaned against me, and pressed her face into my chest.

"There isn't a chance in hell he's going to get a chance to do that," I said. I began trailing my fingers up and down her bare back. I felt her shudder.

"Oh, God, your touch is so wonderful," Jill murmured.

I slid my hands to her chest and cupped her breasts gently.

"Yes!" she groaned, "God! You make me feel so good!"

I began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and felt the fleshy buds extend and harden.

Jill's hands slid between us, searching for my cock. Then her warm, soft hands moved onto my rigid shaft and it was my turn to groan when she began to stroke my stiffening pole. I cupped her chin in my hand, turned her face to mine, and our lips fused in a passionate, fiery kiss. As the kiss continued, I let myself fall onto the bed, pulling her atop me.

My hands roamed her back and bottom, caressing soft, silken, warm flesh.

Before I realized what she was doing, I was sliding into her. Her tight, warm cavern gripped me, sending shudders through my body. She pushed herself up on her arms and began moving her hips. The tremendously exciting experience was made even more wonderful by the sight of her hard-nippled breasts dancing in front of my face as she rode me.

"It feels like you're in me all the way to my throat!" Jill gurgled, continuing the insistent, delightful movements that were giving me - and her - so much joy.

I took her dancing breasts in my hands, squeezed them together, and began thumbing the stiffened tips.

Jill's eyes closed and her head rolled back. "God! I don't believe you! You know exactly how to make me feel fantastic!" she groaned, the motion of her hips becoming more urgent. "I've never been with anyone like you before!"

"I just do what feels good to me," I replied, lifting my hips, trying to drive my cock as far into her as it would go. There was no way I could delay coming much longer. As it turned out, I didn't have to.

Jill's body stiffened and began the vibrations of approaching orgasm. "Uhh! Uhh!" Cries of ecstasy exploded from Jill and her hips went wild, threatening to tear my cock from my body. "Ah! Ahh!" she screamed while her body convulsed with bliss. "Ahh! Ahh! Aahh!"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" I groaned, erupting like a volcano, my hot seed gushing into her.

Spent, Jill collapsed and lay atop me. I put my arms around her and held her tightly. Maybe it was wrong for me to have gotten involved with a client, especially since now that I had, all I wanted to do was get the job over and move on to another client, but it was too late to change that now. The damage, if there was any, had already been done.

Jill raised her head, looked at the clock, then she looked down at me fondly and kissed me. "It's late, I guess we're going to have to skip breakfast, aren't we?" she said.

"It looks that way, unless you want to open the club late," I replied.

"I can't do that," Jill said. She gave me another kiss, then she pushed herself off me and sat on the edge of the bed. "I need a shower. I'm all sticky." she said, then she smiled at me. "And I need to take my shower alone this morning. It was fun showering with you yesterday, but if I'm going to get to the club on time, I haven't got time for another shower like that."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I watched her walk toward the bathroom and sighed. It was a delightful sight. I was going to miss seeing it when the job was over which, I hoped, it would be soon. Roscoe better come up with something I could use.

When Jill finished in the shower, I took a quick one the, when we were both dressed, we headed for the health club.

"What are your plans for the day?" Jill asked as we drove down the street.

"I'm hoping a friend of mine came up with something I can use to get Billy off your back," I said.

"Do you think he can?" Jill asked.

"He's been a cop and a P.I. and he'd the best there is at what he does," I said. "If anybody can do it, he can."

"It's funny," Jill said softly. "A couple of days ago, all I wanted was for Billy to stop harassing me..." She fell silent.

I turned onto the street where the health club was located. "And now?" I said.

"If...if you get Billy to stop harassing me, I-I'm afraid I won't see you any more," she murmured. "That's what's going to happen, isn't it?"

"I haven't been doing what I've been doing with you because you're my employer," I told her. "In fact, I probably shouldn't be doing it for exactly that reason. I've done what I've done because I want to."

Jill reached over and laid her hand on my leg. "You didn't really answer my question," she said. She took a deep breath. "Or...or maybe you did."

"I don't know what will happen," I said. "Roscoe wants me for another job, but he can't have me until I know you're safe. And there's no reason why we can't see each other after you're safe."

"But will we?" she asked.

I knew, deep down inside, that if things worked out the way I hoped they would with Jennifer, Jill was right about our not seeing each other any more, but I didn't want to upset her. "When I have time, we will see each other again," I told her.

"I hope that's true," Jill said. "I'm getting kind of used to you. It's been nice having you protecting and taking care of me."

I pulled into the parking lot of the health club and braked the car to a stop in front of the entrance. "It's been nice for me, too," I said.

Jill leaned over, gave me a soft kiss, then she sat there, gazing into my eyes. "Will...will I see you later?" she asked.

I nodded. "Of course you will," I said. "I'll be here to take you home after work."

"Even...even if you manage somehow to settle this problem with Billy?" she asked.

I nodded again. "Even if that happens," I said.

"All right," she said. She had a wistful look on her face as she slipped out of the car.

"I should never have let anything happen between us," I thought as I put my car in gear and drove out of the parking lot. I felt like a creep for hurting Jill, but there wasn't much I could do about it now.

When I got home, Roscoe and a big, bulky man wearing a dark gray suit and a crew cut were sitting at my kitchen table, drinking coffee.

"I was just about to page you," Roscoe said when I walked in. He nodded at the other man. "This is Lieutenant Greg Harkins, he heads up the drug task force for the James County Sheriff's Department."

I shook hands with Harkins, poured myself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the table. "What brings you to my house, lieutenant?" I asked.

"I heard Roscoe was looking into Billy Devlin," he replied. "And since we're looking into him, too, I thought I'd better talk to Roscoe."

"What are you after Devlin for?" I asked.

"We're pretty sure he's selling steroids," Harkins said. "Had a guy flip out on a couple of our patrol deputies a few weeks back. Took six of our guys and damn near a case of pepper spray to get him under control. Then he up and died on us before we could get him to the hospital."

"I read about that," I said. "I take it the guy was on steroids."

Harkins nodded. "Autopsy confirmed that," he said. "The guy's girlfriend said he was buying them from Billy Devlin."

"You talk to Devlin?" I asked.

Harkins nodded. "He denied everything, said it was a bunch of bullshit, and that if we could prove anything, we ought to bust him," he said.

"But you don't have enough to bust him, right?" I asked.

Harkins smiled. "Exactly," he said.

"So where do Roscoe and I come in?" I asked.

"Roscoe's told me about what you're up to. You're protecting the Thomas woman," Harkins said. "We knew about that, and we've been looking into it, too, but we haven't been able to nail him on that, either."

"I know," I said.

"Anyhow," Harkins went on, "Devlin hangs out at the Hell Hole, that biker place out on the edge of town. I tried to get a couple of my guys in there under cover, but they got made somehow. All I got for my trouble was two deputies out on sick leave."

"I still don't see where we fit in," I said.

"Remember Moose?" Roscoe said.

I smiled and nodded. Moose, whose real name was Warren Jenkins, started out as a L.A. cop who went deep undercover with a West Coast biker gang. He'd been instrumental in a slew of arrests, and all the cases he worked on wound up with the perps serving long stretches in California prisons. The LAPD tried to bring him in and assign him to regular patrol duty, but that proved to be a disaster. Moose, by then, was too much into the biker culture. There was no place in Darryl Gate's strait-laced, image-conscious department for a six-foot, eight inch, three hundred pound man who had tattoos over sixty percent of his body, didn't like haircuts, and wanted to wear a beard.

After a supervisor wound up with a broken arm after trying to discipline Moose, the biker-cop wound up getting a disability retirement with full salary and benefits. It was the only way the LAPD could get rid of him without having to be subjected to a humiliating lawsuit, which Moose's high-powered lawyer assured him he would win.

Moose eventually wound up working for Roscoe. He was, without question, the best undercover operative I've ever seen. Huge and immensely powerful, he was awesome to see in a fight. On the other hand, I'd seen him playing with a newborn kitten with a touch gentler than that of a woman handling her newborn baby. He was married and had five kids, who he doted on. He was, to put it mildly, a very complex man.

"I sent Moose in there last night," Roscoe said.

"Into the Hell Hole?" I chuckled. "I bet they didn't make him for a cop."

Roscoe grinned. "Hell, he's damn near running the place already," he said. "Turns out our boy Devlin is seriously pissed at you, my friend. He's looking to buy a gun so he can off you and the lady you're protecting."

"Damn, Roscoe, when I asked you to help me, I never figured it would be this quick," I said, shaking my head.

He blushed a little and smiled. "I didn't either," he said. "If it wasn't that the little scumbag's under investigation for selling steroids, I wouldn't have gotten this much." He shrugged. "I've never been one to complain about getting lucky, though."

"Me, either," I said. "What happens now?"

"Moose told Devlin he can get him a gun...for a price," Roscoe said.

"We told Moose to offer a clean gun in exchange for steroids and other drugs," Harkins said. "All we know for sure is that Devlin's selling steroids, but we figured we might as well see if he was dealing anything else while we were at it."

"When's all this going down?" I asked.

Harkins looked at his watch. "Roscoe and I are meeting Moose at eleven," he said. "If everything's set, we may be able to witness the exchange later today."

"You wanna be in on the bust?" Roscoe asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Be nice to see Billy taken down," I said. "That way I can tell my client I saw him go down with my own two eyes."

"I'll get back to you once we know what's happening," Roscoe said. He and Harkins pushed themselves to their feet and headed for the door. "Talk to you later," Roscoe said as he went out.

I leaned back in my chair and sipped my coffee. If everything went the way I hoped it would, Jill wouldn't need protection after tonight. Then I could get to work on Jennifer's case. I was still puzzled. Why did I keep thinking about her? And why was it so important for me to try to protect her?

I finished my coffee, put my cup, and the ones Harkins and Roscoe had used, in the dishwasher, then I went to take a shower.



The Stalker Ch. 12



I got undressed, went to my bathroom, and got in the shower. As I stood under the hot piercing spray coming from my shower head, I found myself thinking about Jennifer again. I wondered if she was still as beautiful as I remembered her. I also wondered what, exactly, I felt for her. It had to be more than the fact that sex with her had been fantastic. I had all the sex I could handle, and then some, but in spite of that, I had never been able to get Jennifer out of her mind. I liked her a lot and had liked being with her and talking with her in addition to the fact that she was a terrific lover. “She’s someone I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with,” I thought, and was surprised by the idea.

While I stood there, musing about Jennifer, a warm hand slid around my hip and down onto my cock. Startled, I jumped. “Wha?” I exclaimed. It had to be Kass, none of the other women I knew were as free-spirited as she was and would do something like this. I turned and saw the teenager’s pretty, flushed face. She was grinning at me. “K…keep doing that, don’t stop,” I stammered, while her hand massaged my cock to full erection.

“I couldn’t resist,” Kass murmured. She let her free hand roam over my soap-slick body while the other one pumped my now-hard cock. “I heard the shower going when I came in and thought taking a shower with you would be a kick. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No!” I groaned. I felt my legs getting rubbery. I looked at her lovely body, which glistened with droplets of water. Her nipples were already hard and she rubbed them against my arm while her hand stroked me, making me feel incredibly good. “I-I’m glad you did!”

“I’m glad. So far, taking a shower with you has been neat,” Kass murmured.

“It…it is, isn’t it?” I stammered. The contact of her body with against mine, especially her wonderful caressing of my cock, was getting me very turned on!

I had the soapy washcloth in my hand and, since I had nothing better to do, I began to use it to caress Kass. It wasn’t long before she was gasping as loud as I was and both of us were shaking with need. My hand was between her legs, moving the lather-filled washcloth in circles on her middle, and she was quaking like an aspen in a windstorm.

“My God!” Kass moaned and squeezed my cock. “I’ve never been washed t-that good before!”

I couldn’t help but like what Kass was doing to me, even though she had interrupted my thoughts of Jennifer. I felt her trembling and knew she was close to coming.

“Le…let’s get out of here and dry off,” she gasped, quivering with need. “I gotta have you in me!” She tugged on my erect cock. “Please, I need you so bad!”

“Let’s do it in here,” I suggested.

Kass gave me a puzzled look. “How…how can we do that?” she stammered.

“Turn around and bend over…” I said.

I showed her what I wanted her to do. She turned her back to me, bent over, and clutched the soap dish and one of the faucets for support. I moved behind her, grabbed my cock, and slid the tip up and down through the soapy lips protecting her vagina.

“In me! Please! Oh, please! I need you in me!” Kass groaned. She pushed her lovely ass back at me.

I heard her pleas, but didn’t comply with them right away. My fingers began to thrust into her and her body continued to buck and quiver. I poked one finger at her tight little anus.

“Oh! God! Jesus, does that ever feel good!” she groaned and pressed back at me. Her movement caused my soap-slippery finger to slide slowly into her anus. I couldn’t believe what she was letting me do! I had my finger in her bottom! And, judging from the way she was acting, she thought it felt wonderful! She was letting me finger-fuck her ass! My cock got still harder. This was too much!

“Ah! Oh, God! What are you doing? That feels so wild! So wild!” Kass groaned. Her passion-drenched body twisted and turned as I explored her nether opening. The lovely teenager acted as if she was ecstatic.

Getting my finger in Kass’s bottom increased my level of passion to the point where I could no longer hold back. Keeping my finger buried in her butt, I guided my cock to her pussy, then I slammed it home, my thighs slapping against hers. I began to lunge against her powerfully, my cock plunging deep, my finger matching the pace in her ass.

“Ahh! Ggaahh! Now! Now! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh! Ohhh!” Kass screamed. Her body went wild.

“Uh! Yeah!” I groaned when, experiencing a tremendous rush of pleasure, I hosed her insides with powerful spurts of sticky cream. It was one of the most intense sexual experiences I ever had!

As our passion waned, we sank to our knees on the floor of the shower while warm water continued to spray over us. Kneeling there, we clutched each other until our strength returned.

“God, that was incredible!” Kass murmured as my cock slipped from her and my finger left her. “Whatever gave you the idea to do that? You know, stick your finger in my, ah, rear?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “It just seemed like a good idea at the time. You aren’t upset about it, are you?”

Kass turned and kissed me passionately. “Shit no! Why would I be upset?” she asked. “God, you made me feel so wonderful! I’ve never felt anything as good as that felt!”

We finally got out of the shower and toweled each other dry, then we moved to my bedroom. Before long, wide-eyed, I was lying there groaning, watching my erect cock disappear and reappear as Kass’s mouth moved up and down over it, sending shock-wave after shock-wave of delight through my body. My hips began moving, answering the lovely teenager’s oral caresses.

While she sucked me, her hands slid up and down my legs, adding to the excitement she was giving me with her lips and tongue. I wasn’t sure she wanted me to come in her mouth, but it sure looked that way, so I just laid there, savoring the wonderful feelings she was giving me. I began stroking her back, and her hand moved to my balls and began massaging them, adding even more sensations to the wild ones that were about to overwhelm me.

“I can’t hold it any more…” I moaned, “Oh, Jesus, Kass I can’t wait!” As I uttered my warning, I exploded into her mouth, my penis pulsing, my fluids gushing out like water out of a fire hose. She kept her mouth working on me, giving me sensations so fantastic, so intense, that the pleasure I felt was almost pain. She kept it up until I was limp, then she sat back on her heels, grinning at me. I could see traces of my sticky white goo on her chin.

“Did you like that?” she asked softly.

Unable to talk, I nodded.

I lifted my arms and she came into them, her body sliding atop mine. She kissed me and I could taste myself. We laid like that until my strength returned. Then I began moving my hands over her warm, silken flesh and she purred with delight.

“Can a person die from having too much sex?” she asked.

“Are you telling me you want to find out?” I replied, chuckling.

Kass giggled. “Don’t you think it would be fun to try and find out?”

My exploration of her lovely body intensified. Soon she was writhing with delight. I captured a turgid nipple between my lips and sucked on it hard. She cried out, her back arching. Her hands went to my ears and pulled my face against her. My hands kept moving over her, finally delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness of lust in her crinkly blond pubic hair. She thrust her hips upward seeking my touch and I didn’t disappoint her. My fingers parted the slick, silken lips of her labia and drove inside, making her moan even louder. She began fucking herself against my fingers while my lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

I moved so my lips could trace a path down over Kass’s flat belly, then I paused and lavished a lot of attention to her navel, bringing squeals of delight from her while her hips continued thrusting onto my invading fingers.

“Yes! Oh, yeah!” she hissed through clenched teeth as her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.

I kissed down through her sparse pubic hair, found her swollen clit, and sucked it deep into my mouth. Her shrieks of delight rose to a crescendo, her thighs clasped around my hand, and her hips gyrated in wild circles while her hips humped up and down on the bed.

At last her cries of ecstasy waned and she collapsed on the bed. It was my turn to have a face smeared with come, and my turn to slide up a warm body and embrace a person spent from delight.

Kass turned in my arms, facing me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I kissed her and she smiled weakly. “Oh, God!” she exulted, “I’m not sure it would be so bad to die from too much sex! Let’s do it some more!”

“Your wish is my command,” I said. I kissed her and our tongues dueled again. The time it took to make her come had given my body a chance to settle down, and I felt some familiar stirrings deep inside me the minute I began kissing her.

When the kiss ended, Kass began kissing my chest, her soft lips moving over my nipples, stiffening them. She sucked on me like I had sucked on her moments before, and I was delighted at how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued their exploration of my body, sliding over my ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Uh-huh!” I croaked. I sure did.

My cock had risen again and was pressing against her belly. She rolled atop me, trapping my erection between us.

“You really are going to keep fucking me until we can’t do it any more, aren’t you?” she said, sounding a little amazed.

“You said that’s what you wanted,” I gasped.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” she giggled. She began moving her hips,causing her wet opening to caress the shaft of my cock, exciting me even more. “Damn! I gott have you in me again,” she gasped. She slid her hand between us, grasped me, and managed to get my erection hilted deep inside her. Once again, I felt the warm caress of her tightness. Then she began moving.

“Oh, God!” she cooed, “I love this! I love it so much when you fuck me!”

Faster and faster her narrow hips moved, making my cock whip around inside her, stirring her as much as it stirred me, judging from the flush spreading over her body. Once more, Kass’s moans grew in intensity and pitch, and her body began the trembling that had become so familiar to me. Her hips went wild at last, and that lithe body began shaking. “Oh, God! I’m cumming! Oh, Lord! I’m cumming!” she screamed.

Once more we shared the glories of mutual orgasm, my body shooting more hot jets of sticky cream into her, filling her to overflowing. Our mixed fluids trickled out of her, and ran down the crack of my ass.

“Oh!” Kass murmured happily as we lay afterward in a cozy embrace. “That was so neat!”

“It sure was!” I agreed.

After we rested a while, I rolled on my side. “Feel up to doing it again?” I asked.

Kass giggled again and nodded. “I sure as hell do!” she replied.

Before I could do anything else, the phone rang. Since I expected Roscoe to call, and his call was important, I rolled over and picked up the phone next to the bed, even though Kass groaned when I did.

“This better be you, Roscoe,” I said.

Roscoe chuckled. “What’s the matter, I interrupt something?” he asked.

“Your timing could have been worse,” I said. “What’s up?”

“It’s all set,” he told me. “Moose is supposed to meet Devlin to do the deal at five. You coming, or are you busy?”

“I want in,” I said. “Where are you meeting?”

“You might as well meet me at police headquarters,” he said. “We’re using my surveillance van. Moose is using my electronics because the stuff the police have is crap. Be there by four-thirty at the latest.”

I glanced at the clock. It was a little after two. “No problem,” I said. “See you then.” I put the phone down and turned to Kass, who was frowning.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

“I’m working on something and the guy who’s working with me called to let me know when to meet him,” I explained.

“So you have to go?” she said, pouting. “I thought you were going to fuck me to death.”

I smiled and reached for her. “I don’t have to go right away,” I said. “I have plenty of time to do what you want.”

A smile appeared on Kass’s pretty face. “Good,” she replied, and kissed me.

She turned her back to me and snuggled against me. I loved the way it felt when her taut buttocks moved against me. Almost immediately, my penis began swelling against her lovely backside, trying to insert itself into the cleft between her shapely globes.

I reached over Kass, cupped one of her tiny breasts in my hand, and massaged her nipple, which grew hard very quickly. She began moaning with delight and the movements she was making with her hips grew more urgent.

Kass kept moving her bottom against my cock, which kept growing harder and harder.

“Oh, God, that feels so awesome!” she murmured. “I love the way it feels to have you against me like that!”

I continued caressing her and pushing my against her bottom. After doing that for a while, I pulled her leg back over mine and my hand slid down her belly, through her pubic hair. I began caressing her clit and could feel the juices of excitement oozing from her. My cock jutted between her legs, so I reached down, grasped it, and rubbed it against her slit, then I placed the tip between her labia and, when I shoved my hips forward again, I could feel her tight opening caressing my cock as it slowly entered her.

“Oh, God, doing it like this is really neat!” Kass murmured. Her body began the automatic motions of love-making.

While delight boiled up inside me from the point of our joining, I continued to maul her breast as I plunged my cock into her. Judging from the way Kass was acting, her passion was rising rapidly to the bursting point.

Since she seemed to like what I was doing, I kept driving into her, massaging her breast and teasing her clit. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before she once again exploded with bliss and, as it turned out, my feeling was right.

After just a few moments, Kass shuddered and began uttering loud wails of pleasure. Her hands flailed, vainly seeking something to grab. “God! Oh, God! Yeah! Oh, yeah!” she cried, her body rocking, “Now! Oh, yes! Now! Now!”

Groaning with delight, I let myself go and began pumping my hot fluids into her, experiencing rapture.

At last Kass went limp. My softening cock remained trapped between the slippery cheeks of her bottom.

Finally, Kass rolled around so she was facing me. “You...do you really have to meet that guy?” she asked.

“I’m afraid so,” I said. I kissed her gently.

“Damn,” Kass murmured. She and buried her face against my chest while I stroked her hair and her smooth back. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” she murmured. “Mom’s out on a date and she won’t be home until late.”

“Honey, I’m sorry,” I said. “But there are things I have to do. And I guess you ought to know that I’ll probably be away for a while.”

“How come?” she asked, looking up at me, her eyes sad.

“My friend wants me to help him with a case, and it’s probably going to keep me busy,” I explained.

“You mean you aren’t going to be home at all?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” I said. “It’s a possibility.”

“Shit,” she said. “I’m gonna miss you like crazy.”

“I’m going to miss you, too,” I said, giving her a soft kiss.

Finally, we got up. Kass took a quick shower and got dressed. I walked her to the door, we kissed fondly, then she left. After she was gone, I took another shower, got dressed, and made it to the police station to meet Roscoe in plenty of time.



The Stalker Ch. 13



After a briefing at the sheriff's department headquarters, Lieutenant Harkins, and I rode to the Hell Hole with Roscoe in his surveillance van. From the outside, the van looked like a piece of junk. The paint was faded, there were splotches of primer all over it, and it sported at least three different styles of wheels. Inside, however, was another matter. The van, a former ambulance with a raised fiberglass roof, was an electronic marvel. The walls were lined with equipment that allowed Roscoe to perform all kinds of surveillance miracles. It was equipped for TV, audio, and had special long-range eavesdropping microphones hanging on racks on the wall. I had no idea what most of the stuff did, but Roscoe was a master at using it. On top of that, the van's engine had been souped up so it was almost as fast as some high-performance cars. He'd also tinkered with the suspension to make sure it could handle the additional power.

"I wish the department had the money to buy something like this," Harkins commented as we rolled down the street. "But we have enough trouble getting money in the budget to buy new cruisers every two years. Friggin' civilians have no idea what we're up against."

"It was like that back when I was on the job, too," I said. "I guess some things never change, do they?"

"Shit no," Harkins snorted. "They just get worse."

Roscoe wheeled the van into the dirt parking lot outside the Hell Hole and parked near some cars and pickups that looked even more decrepit than his van did. Then he joined Harkins and me in back and began flipping switches. A TV screen in the middle of the electronics panel lit up, and an image of the outside of the dilapidated building the Hell Hole occupied filled it.

"Where's the camera?" I asked.

"Up there," Roscoe said, pointing to two compartments on the van's ceiling. "There are two cameras on each side. They shoot through the openings that used to hold the scene lights."

"Very clever," I said.

"Of course," Roscoe replied. "It was my idea."

I looked at Lieutenant Harkins and smiled. "He's so modest, isn't he?" I said.

"Yeah, right," Harkins retorted.

I could hear the distinctive sound of a Harley-Davidson "Hog" motorcycle approaching. "That Moose?" I asked.

"Should be," Roscoe said. "It's about time."

I watched the video screen and saw a huge, bearded man riding a motorcycle that looked like a toy under him roar into the parking lot and up to the sleazy club's front door. He dismounted and stood there, looking around. "Goin' in," I heard a rough voice say.

"Where's the wire?" I asked.

"It's built into the gold chain and medallion he's wearing," Roscoe said. "Best wire I ever saw. He's been searched but nobody's ever tumbled to it. He wears the medallion all the time, so it becomes part of the scenery, you know?"

"That your idea, too?" I asked.

Roscoe shook his head. "Actually, Moose came up with it," he said.

"Hey, Billy-boy, how're they hangin'?" we heard Moose say through the speakers in the van's console.

"Moose, my man, I was wonderin' if you'd show," a male voice I recognized replied.

"When I'm doin' business, I always show," Moose replied. "You ready to do business, or what? I ain't got time to fuck around. You deal or I'm gone."

"Hey, man, don't be so edgy," Billy replied. "Of course I'm ready. Fuck, man, you're actin' like I'm gonna set you up or somethin'."

"It's happened before," Moose replied, his voice menacing. "But nobody ever got a chance to do it to me a second time."

"I get the message, man," Billy said. "No problem. I need that piece. I can't wait to see the look on that asshole's face when I blow his fuckin' head off. Jill, too. I'm gonna fuck her first, then I'm gonna splatter her fuckin' brains all over the fuckin' gym. That'll show the bitch she can't mess with me."

"I don't fuckin' care what you're gonna do," Moose said. "And I ain't got time to fuck around here while you get your rocks off thinkin' about it. We gonna do business, or what?"

"Yeah, sure," Billy said. "You got the piece with you?"

"It's out in my saddle bags," Moose replied. "What about the stuff you're supposed to have for me?"

"It's out in my pickup," Billy said. "Come on."

The three of us in the van watched the video monitor and saw Billy and Moose emerge from the club. The started across the parking lot, headed in the direction of the van.

"Damn!" Roscoe said. "The little asshole's making it easy for us. The closer he gets, the better the tape's gonna be."

And, much to our surprise, Billy led Moose to the pickup truck parked next to the van.

"Jesus, look at that fucking van," Billy commented. "You ever see such a piece of crap?"

"Lots of room to play with pussy in a rig like that," Moose commented.

"I never thought about that," Billy said. "If I had one, I'd sure as hell want one that looks better than that one does."

"Jesus, asshole, are you trying to sell me a fuckin' van, or are we gonna do business?" Moose asked, looking around suspiciously.

"Calm down, big guy," Billy said. He opened the door of his pickup, pulled out a bulging knapsack, and handed it to Moose. "There you go. All the shit you asked for, plus I gave you a little bonus for delivering so quick."

"You got it all in here?" Moose asked.

"All the steroids you said you needed plus a little bonus. Five grams of coke," Billy replied, looking eager. "The 'roids are prime stuff, the real deal, straight from a doc down in Mexico. Oh, yeah, I tossed in a sample of some fine crystal meth I picked up and a brick of good hash, too, kind of a bonus for delivering the piece so quick."

"Billy-boy, you're all heart," Moose said, smiling. He clapped the smaller man on the shoulder and almost knocked him off his feet. "I ain't never had nobody give me a bonus before."

"Thanks, Moose," Billy said. "Let's go get the piece, now. I can't wait to feel it in my hands." A feral grin formed on his face.

"No problem, Billy-boy," Moose said. "Nice doin' business with ya." He turned and began walking back toward the Hell Hole.

"All units, move in now!" Lieutenant Harkins yelled into the portable radio in his hand.

Roscoe pulled his gun out of his shoulder holster, I took mine from the holster on my hip, and so did Harkins. Roscoe and I went out the side door of the van and Harkins went out the rear.

"On the ground, Billy-boy," Harkins said. "You're busted."

"What the fuck?" Billy said. He looked from Roscoe to me, then to Harkins. There was fear in his eyes. Roscoe, Harkins, and I had our guns pointed directly at him. We knew his gun wasn't loaded. Sirens were wailed and tires screamed as our backup, three police cars loaded with officers, approached.

"I said get on the fucking ground, Billy," Harkins said. He drew back his hand and knocked the smaller man off his feet.

Before Billy could move, Roscoe and I were on him, yanking his arms behind him, so Lieutenant Harkins could put cuffs on him, which he did. We finished cuffing Billy and turned him over to our backup who led him, swearing and screaming, to one of the police cars and stuffed in the back seat.

Moose reappeared, carrying the knapsack Billy had given him. "Let's see what the little asshole gave me," Moose said. We climbed into Roscoe's van and he walked over to one of the police cars, opened the knapsack, and spread the contents out on the desk along one wall.

"Damn!" Harkin exclaimed. "Look at all that shit!"

It took more than a little while to run the field tests to ensure that, in fact, Billy Devlin had tried to swap Moose cocaine, hashish, and methamphetamine for a gun. The steroids would have to be sent to the lab, but since they were in the boxes and sealed vials the factory had packaged them in, it was pretty clear they were what Billy said they were.

While the police were doing that, Billy continued to rant and rave in the police car, and even began banging his head against the wire cage at one point. I walked over and smiled at him. He finally recognized me and that only served to make him wilder. Finally, the officers hauled him out of the car, strapped his legs together, and fastened the leg irons to his handcuffs. Then they slid him in the cruiser's back seat on his belly.

"He's a prime asshole, isn't he?" one of the officers commented.

"That's putting it mildly," I said.

We took Billy and all the stuff down to police headquarters. Both Billy and the evidence were processed in. Billy made things worse for himself by struggling with the jail personnel. That resulted in the police adding a charge of assaulting an officer on top of everything else he was being charged with.

"You figure he'll make bail?" I asked Harkins.

"Not unless he's a helluva lot richer than I think he is," the lieutenant replied. "With all the shit he's being charged with, he'll be facing high bail." He laughed. "Beside, who the hell do you think likes him enough to want to bail him out?"

It was getting near eight, and even though Jill no longer needed my protection, she didn't know that and would be expecting me. "I have to get going," I said. "Thanks, lieutenant."

Harkins shook my hand. "I should be thanking you," he said. "If you hadn't asked Roscoe for information on that asshole, we'd still be watching him, getting more and more pissed."

I left the sheriff's department headquarters and drove to the health club, wondering how Jill would take the news that she was safe from Billy Devlin, and probably would be from now on.



The Stalker Ch. 14



I parked in the health club lot and walked inside. Jill was sitting at the reception desk. She got up and we both walked into the office.

“Is…is it over?” she asked.

I nodded. “Billy’s in jail, and I have a feeling he’s going to be there for a long time,” I said.

She looked relieved, but sad, too. “Are…are you sure?” she asked.

“About as sure as I can be,” I said. “He’s got so many serious charges against him, it isn’t likely he’s going to be on the street any time soon.”

“I guess that means I won’t see you any more,” she said.

“I thought, maybe, you might like it if I took you home tonight,” I said.

“I would like that,” Jill replied.

Once all of the members were gone, we closed up the health club, then left. Jill hadn’t said much since I told her Billy was no longer a threat to her. As we drove toward her apartment building, she laid her hand on my arm, but kept staring straight ahead.

When we reached her apartment building, I held the door for her and she got out of the car. We went upstairs to her apartment, and she let us in.

When we were in her apartment, Jill walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing yet another Spandex leotard, a bright orange one, with black leggings. She stood there looking at me, took a deep breath, and began sliding the straps of the top of her outfit down over her shoulders, then she peeled it down, baring her lovely upper body.

My face felt hot, and I knew my eyes were wide as I watched Jill getting undressed. She peeled the remainder of the outfit down and stepped out of it, then she stood there for a moment, displaying her fantastic body to me.

I was a little surprised by what she was doing and could feel my body responding to the sight of her lovely nude body. “Jill, what…what are you…doing?” I gasped.

She looked me directly in the eye. “I don’t want to talk,” she said softly. “I want you to fuck me! Now!” She turned and started down the hallway, headed toward her bedroom.

I couldn’t move at first, then I bolted down the hallway. When I reached her bedroom, Jill, her arms outstretched, was lying on the bed. “What took you so long?” she asked. “Come here and fuck me!”

Ben stripped my clothes off as I staggered across my room. I tumbled on top of Jill and my lips immediately went to her protruding nipples while her hands sought my erection.

“Take me! Take me now!” Jill groaned, pulling at me.

I raised my hips, then lowered them. Without assistance, my rigid shaft slid into her warm, damp channel.

“Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!” Jill groaned when she felt my erection entering her. “That’s what I need!”

Unable to lie still, I began to move my hips and we rode breaking waves of jubilation. Our bodies strained together and we exchanged the utmost in erotic sensations and sought more.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” Jill cried when her body exploded into violent spasms. “I’m cumming! Take me! Take me! Take me!”

“Jill! Oh, God!” I cried when my torrid juices exploded into my partner’s rocking, twisting body.

Finished, I rolled off Jill, onto my back, and lay there, gasping for breath. I could barely comprehend what had happened.

Jill gave me no respite. She immediately slid down and began to run her hands over my body. Then she grabbed my cock, and I uttered a groan of delight. She stroked my throbbing, come-slick organ insistently with one hand while the other rolled my balls and her fingers teased my scrotum.

I groaned with delight and arched my back, pushing my hips up off the bed. “Jill…my God! What are you doing to me?” I moaned, my hips twisting and turning. “God!”

Jill took my cock in her mouth.

“Ah!” I moaned. I clawed at the bedspread with my fingers as wave after wave of delight, induced by her fervid ministrations, swept over me. “Ahh!” I groaned, “Jill! Oh, God, Jill! I-I’m gonna come! It…that feels too good!”

Jill let my cock slide from her mouth and positioned herself on top of me, trapping my erect cock between her moist opening and my belly. As she moved on top of me a ripple of delight went through me. She rocked her hips, caressing my rigid pole with her labia, and I experienced another tremor of bliss. It was clear to me she wanted to have my cock plunging into her again!

I slid one hand between our writhing bodies, grasped my cock and, with some difficulty, managed to get the flared purple tip between the lips of Jill’s dripping opening.

Jill shuddered when she felt me sliding into her again.

My hands went to her chest, cupped her breasts, and I began rubbing her nipples while my swollen organ moved in and out, rubbing the super-sensitive walls of her furrow. Exquisite sensations began to race though me.

There was a wild look on Jill’s face as she rode me. “Oh!” she moaned, acting more out of control than I’d ever seen her act. “It’s gonna happen! Feels too good! Oh, God! I’m gonna cum again! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ahh! Yes!”

I felt Jill shaking and quivering. The motions she was making with her hips were so wild I was afraid she’d break my cock off. I looked at her face and saw that it was slack with passion, bobbing limply on her lovely neck. She clutched my arms fiercely and her fingernails bit into my skin. Her cave gripped my cock, rippling, squeezing.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Yes! I’m cumming! Cumming!” she screamed, her body straining.

And, when she came, so did I. “Yeah! Oh, yeah!” I groaned. My neck arched and my hips rose off the bed as what remained of my essence gushed into her vibrating body. “I’m cumming, too! Oh, God, Jill! Oh, God!”

Her lust spent, Jill collapsed atop me, too weak to move. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her softly. My cock, which I feared might never get soft again, was still lodged in her.

After a few minutes, Jill pushed herself up on her arms and looked down at me. “I can’t believe it! You…you’re still hard!” she exclaimed.

“Ah…I-I’m not sure I’ll ever get soft again!” I replied. I groaned softly when she moved her hips, making my cock lash her insides once more.

“Well…” Jill murmured. Her face went slack as passion began to spread through her once more. “...as long as you’re hard, and you have that thing in the right place, we might as well take advantage of it.” She increased the pace with which her hips were moving. “Yes!” she murmured. “That’s what I need! Oh, yes!”

I grabbed my partner’s hips and began lifting my hips, driving my steel-hard wand deep into her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jill groaned as my indomitable organ pistoned into her. “Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Take me! Take me!”

I continued to hold her hips and watched her breasts bob and jiggle as my frantic movements rocked her body.

“Ahh! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! This feels so good! So good! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Don’t ever stop! Don’t ever, ever stop! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Jill screamed when still more explosions of bliss jolted her.

“Uhh! Uhh!” I groaned as I came again, with spasms so intense they were almost painful.

Once again, when she finished, Jill collapsed atop me.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I was too used up.

I awoke early the next morning. Jill was lying next to me, still asleep. She must have sensed I was awake because she rolled over on her back and looked at me. Her eyes were red and she looked as if she might burst into tears any second. 

“You...you have to go, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded. “Jill…I…” I struggled with what to say. Then I decided there were things I wanted to do more than talk, so I slid my hand down from her shoulder, onto her breast.

“Would you mind if we made love again instead of talking?” I asked.

Jill looked thoughtful for a second, then she shook her head.

I pressed body against hers, my hand slid onto her breast, and my finger began teasing her nipple. She put her arm around me and pulled me to her. I moved into her embrace and our lips met.

When the kiss ended, I bent my head down to Jill’s chest and sucked one of her rigid nipples between my lips. She moaned ecstatically, her body arched, and her hands pressed against my head against her. “Gahh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Kiss them! Oh, yes! Kiss my breasts!” she cried.

I wanted to make this, possibly the last time we would ever make love, a time Jill would remember. I knew I was turning her on because of the way she was moaning and writhing as I touched her, so I kept doing the all things I knew aroused her. While I caressed her, I felt my cock grow harder, and began to throb. I wanted to put it in her, to experience the wonderful feelings I knew I’d get when I did, but I wanted to prolong our last time as long as I could, so I continued caressing her, even though I could hardly wait!

When I shifted position on the bed and my erect cock slapped against her leg, Jill slid her hand down between us and touched the tip of my engorged shaft. Then she began teasing it with her fingers.

“Oh, Jill! Oh, God! Oh, God!” I groaned.

Jill held my hot lance in her hand for a moment then she began to slide her hand softly up and down the veined shaft.

“Ah!” I groaned.

Jill began kissing my chest. She lashed my nipples with her tongue and I shuddered and moaned that what she was doing to me was making me crazy. Her lips and hands continued to rouse me.

“Wah!” I moaned. My hips arched off the bed when Jill took my erect penis into her mouth.

It didn’t take long before I was totally out of control. My hips twisted and turned and my hands roamed over Jill’s body as I tried vainly to caress her, to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

Finally, she let my cock slide out of her mouth, slid up next to me. She kissed me, then took me in her arms. “I want to do something special this time,” she murmured, pulling me on top of her.

When I slid on top her, Jill slid my erection down through the soaking lips of her vagina and centered the head on her anus. “Put it in me there!” she urged me fervently. She shuddered with ecstasy when I slid into her bottom.

Being in Jill’s ass left me feeling far more out of control than I liked being. She was so tight and it felt far too good. “Oh God!” I groaned. “I-I don’t believe it! I’m too turned on. I-I’m gonna come pretty soon!”

“Shh!” Jill whispered. She kissed me and tightened her arms around me to keep me from moving. “Lie still for a minute. Just hold me and don’t move.”

Quaking with excitement, I did as I was told. When I was calmer, Jill relaxed her embrace and I once more began to move. As my engorged piston slid in and out of her, the delectable friction of her tight anus on my embedded organ sent delight racing through me and drove me toward the heights of rapture. My body felt as if it was on fire. At last, like a thousand skyrockets exploding at once, an incredibly intense orgasm tore through me.

At the same time, Jill’s body writhed and bucked under mine while moans and cries of joy issued from her.

“Ohh! Jill!” I cried, my hips going wild. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait! Oh God! Oh God!” My heated fluids gushed into Jill’s rectum.

“Aahh! Aahh! Yes!” she cried. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her body strained wildly against mine.

Slowly, ecstasy faded to pleasure, then pleasure to contentment. I lay atop her, resting on her breasts, too weak to move. At last, when I could move, I rolled off and lay on my side, looking at her. I could see the sorrow in her eyes.

Jill kissed me and said, “That was wonderful! You are such a fantastic lover!”

I smiled at her and said, “So are you.” Then I covered her mouth with mine and kissed her hard.

“I have a feeling it may be a very long time before we do this again,” Jill said softly. “I know you said that won’t be the case, but I really think it will be.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I replied.

“Then don’t say anything,” Jill told me, and kissed me on the cheek. She sat up in bed. “I really have to get going,” she said. “I need to get ready for work.” She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

I had a feeling she wouldn’t want me taking a shower with her, so I stayed in the bedroom. When she returned, I laid in her bed watching, as she began putting her clothes on.

“Jill, I…I really do care for,” I said softly. “I...I guess I shouldn’t have let anything happen between us. I...I never intended for you to get hurt.”

Jill turned and looked at me tenderly. “I know you didn’t,” she whispered. “I...I’m really going to miss having you around.”

When she finished dressing, she looked at me. “Are you going to get dressed?” she asked. “You do have to take me to work. My car is still at the club.”

I sat up, slid to the edge of the bed, and reached for my clothes. “Would you like a little breakfast before work?” I asked as I slipped on my underpants.

“I’d love some,” Jill replied.

When I had my clothes on, we went out to my car. I stopped at a nice little coffee shop and we had breakfast, then I drove Jill to the health club.

“I...I really am going to miss having you around,” Jill told me before she got out of the car. “I...I’ll never, ever forget what we shared and what you’ve done for me.”

“Me...me, either,” I replied.

Jill got out of the car and walked toward the entrance to the health club. Before she went inside, she turned and looked at me. She lifted her hand and waved and I waved back. Then she blew me a kiss, turned, and went inside.

I took a deep breath, started my car, backed out of the parking space, and headed for my home. I’d managed to save Jill from a man who was threatening her. Would I be able to do the same for Jennifer?



The Stalker Ch. 15



When I got home, I took a bath, changed my clothes, and had some breakfast. Then I called Roscoe. I wanted to get started on my new case as soon as possible. Actually, what I wanted was to see Jennifer again and, in less guarded moments, I admitted that to myself. I couldn’t remember being obsessed with any woman like I seemed to be with Jennifer. Even Nadine, my ex-wife, hadn’t inspired this kind of feelings in me. Of course, that could be one of the reasons Nadine is my ex-wife.

Roscoe said he’d be right over, and showed up at my house about ten minutes after I called him, just long enough for me to get a pot of coffee made.

“OK, so why is it so hard to bust this asshole?” I asked him. “You know who he is, you know what he’s doing, why can’t you tie it together?”

Roscoe reached into his coat, brought out a small tape recorder, set it on the table, and turned it on.

“You are a no-good slut,” a voice that sounded mechanical, almost as if it was computer-generated, said. “You don’t deserve to live. They won’t be able to protect you for ever. I warned you. If you won’t be mine, then you’ll die.”

“That’s an artificial voice, generated by a computer,” Roscoe explained. “The cops and I have both had our electronic technicians go over it, but we can’t tell any more about it than that.”

“How’d you get that?” I asked.

“Came off her answering machine,” Roscoe said. “She gets a message like that every day, sometimes more than once a day. They’re always short, and he makes the calls from different places. Sometimes even from cell phones using stolen access codes.”

“So even in this age of modern electronics, he’s not on the line long enough to trap, right?” I said.

“We can trap the number,” Roscoe said. “But by the time we get there, he’s long gone. This guy hasn’t killed anybody, or even hurt the lady, so the cops aren’t going to tie up half their manpower trying to catch him, you know? Even if her late husband had a lot of clout.”

“So where do I fit in?” I asked.

“I want to use you for personal security, the overnight shift,” he said. “I’ve been doing it, but I have to have someone I can count on there in case this guy decides to up the ante.”

“You think he’s going to?” I asked. Sometimes creeps like this were satisfied with just harassment.

“I’m almost positive he will,” Roscoe said. “The messages have been getting more and more threatening and sound as if this guy’s getting more and more pissed. And a little piece of information you might find interesting is that he’s ex-military.”

“So?” I asked.

“He was a platoon leader of a Green Beret Long Range Recon platoon,” Roscoe said.

That did complicate things. It meant he knew a lot more about terrorist techniques than the average jerk who goes after a woman. It also meant we were dealing with someone who had received the Army’s best training on how to kill people.

“OK, so he’s going to tough,” I said. “You think I can handle it?”

Roscoe smiled and nodded. “Seeing as how you were a Navy SEAL, I sure as hell hope you can,” he said. “I need someone who can keep the lady safe while I work on figuring out how to stop this asshole. I’m good, but I can’t do both.”

I wondered if Jennifer knew who Roscoe had working for him. If she didn’t, what would her reaction be when she found out I’d be spending the night at her house? The prospect of being with her caused me a little bit of pleasant anticipation, but I had a feeling, judging from the way she’d acted the last time we were together, she might not be too happy about it.

“I’ll give it my best shot,” I said. “I hope I can manage to stay awake.”

“You damn well better stay awake,” Roscoe said. “Like I told you, this guy isn’t your run of the mill stalker. He’s not all revved up on steroids and stupid like your buddy Billy-boy was, and he knows shit that could cause you and the lady a lot of pain if you aren’t careful.”

“I kind of figured that,” I said. “Thing is, our client’s not going to have any kind of life if we can’t figure out a way to stop this guy.”

“I know that,” Roscoe said, “but I’ll be damned if I can figure out how.” He snorted. “Wasting him may be the only way to make sure of that.”

“I’m not sure the client would be too happy if we did that,” I said.

“Shit, I’m not so sure I’d be too happy if we did,” Roscoe replied. “But I gotta tell you, this guy’s got me running around in circles. Big ones.”

“You want me to start tonight?” I asked.

“Damn straight,” Roscoe replied. “If you’re ready, we can go over to the house now and I’ll introduce you to her.”

“I’ve got my gear all packed,” I said. “I’m ready any time you are.”

Roscoe stood up. “Let’s go,” he said.

I grabbed my gear, which was in a couple of large black nylon duffle bags and an aluminum case, and carried it out to Roscoe’s car.

“You got body armor in there?” Roscoe asked as I piled my gear into the back of his black mini-van.

“I have it. Do you think I’m going to need it?” I asked.

“He hasn’t taken any aggressive action yet, but he might,” my employer replied. “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I don’t either,” I said. I walked around and got into the van on the passenger side.

Roscoe climbed behind the wheel, fired up the engine, and backed out of my driveway.

“You tell Jennifer who you’re using?” I asked as Roscoe drove down the street toward her house.

He shook his head. “No, why?” he asked. “There any reason I should have?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “There’s a possibility she might not be happy.”

“Why the hell not?” Roscoe asked. “What difference does it make who I use as long as they do the job?” He glanced over at me. “There some old baggage between you and this woman?”

I shrugged. “The hell of it is, I don’t know,” I told him. “She and I saw each other a few times, back when I was still married and her husband was still alive.”

“Jesus Christ!” Roscoe exclaimed. “Damn, man, why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”

“I didn’t know if it was important or not,” I said.

“I take it things between the two of you didn’t end happy, is that it?” Roscoe asked. “She dump you because she found out you were married?”

I shook my head. “Just the opposite, actually,” I said. “She picked me because I was married. I don’t have the slightest idea why she dumped me.”

“Wait a minute,” Roscoe said. “That doesn’t make any sense. You mean she screwed around on her old man regularly?”

“How much did she tell you about her marriage?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Not all that much,” he said. “Just that her husband was older than her, and that there weren’t any real problems in the marriage. She got involved with this guy who’s stalking her after her husband died. Met him because his firm was handling probate of the will, actually.”

I wasn’t sure how much I should tell Roscoe about Jennifer’s marriage. But I had a feeling he needed to know, and there wasn’t anyone I trusted more. “Roscoe, her husband was gay,” I said. “They had a marriage of convenience, I guess you could say. He had his relationships and she had hers. The only deal was that they both had to be discrete.”

“Jesus,” Roscoe said, shaking his head. “You never know about people, do you?”

“Not really,” I said. “I just thought you might need to know that there was a need to be a little discrete, you know?”

“So how come she broke off with you?” he asked.

“I don’t know, and I’ve never been able to figure it out,” I said. “That was over a year ago, and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“Damn!” he said. “Well, I guess if she doesn’t want you around, I’m going to have to convince her that it’s for the best. I mean she doesn’t have to sleep with you, right?”

“Right,” I said.



The Stalker Ch. 16



One of Roscoe’s men let us in when we got to Jennifer’s place, a large, three-story brick home located about two blocks from my house, on the same street, but in a totally different world financially.

“Where’s Mrs. Wilkins?” Roscoe asked his operative.

“She’s in the den, working on something,” the man, a blocky, balding ex-cop from New York, replied. “Got another of those damn computerized threat calls this morning. Real vicious this time.”

“Son of a bitch!” Roscoe exclaimed. “All right, you can take off. He…” He nodded in my direction. “…and I will take over.”

“You want me for this again tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” Roscoe said. “I’ll give you a call.”

“OK, boss,” the man said. He picked up a small suitcase and walked out the door.

Roscoe turned and looked at me. “I’ll show you the control center I set up, then we’ll go and talk with our employer and see if she has a problem with your working on this case,” he said.

I looked around Jennifer’s house. It had been redecorated and enlarged since the last time I was there and was even more impressive than I remembered. The interior looked as if it had been designed by the people who put out those magazines that people buy to see how nice their homes could look if they had an unlimited supply of money and could afford to hire an interior decorator.

I picked up my duffel bags and gun case and followed him down a long hallway, to a heavy, highly polished wooden door. Roscoe opened it and walked inside. I followed him into what must have once been a bedroom, but was now an electronic control center, filled with TV monitors, VCR’s, phones, and a computer that, apparently, controlled most of it.

“Pretty elaborate,” I said.

“Most of it’s controlled by the computer,” he explained. “There are four cameras outside, scanning the area around the house. We also have a perimeter of electronic sensors. Anything bigger than a dog comes into the yard, you’ll hear an alarm, floodlights outside will come on and, unless you kill it, a call goes directly to the cops.”

“Impressive,” I said.

“For what it’s costing this lady, it better be,” he said. “Come on, let’s go talk with her.”

We went down the hallway to and Roscoe knocked on another door.

“It’s Roscoe, ma’am,” my partner said.

“Come in,” Jennifer replied. Her voice sounded just like I remembered it, smooth and rich. I could feel my heart begin to beat a little faster. Why was I reacting this way? Maybe I should have told Roscoe the problem wasn’t Jennifer, it was me. It was starting to look like I was emotionally involved in this, maybe too involved to function effectively.

Roscoe pushed the door open and we walked through the doorway. “Den” was nowhere near the appropriate term to describe the room we entered. It was a huge room and the walls were lined with shelves which were filled with books. Jennifer sat behind a large mahogany desk. I recognized it as being like one I’d once considered buying. It’s a computer desk designed to look like it isn’t a computer desk. The monitor sits behind a glass screen that forms the top of the desk, and the keyboard is hidden in what would normally be the middle drawer. I really wanted one, but I couldn’t afford it.

Jennifer looked wonderful. Her flaming red hair had been cut shorter than she’d worn it when I last saw her. It hung straight to just above her shoulders, and had just a hint of a flip at the ends. Her eyes were as lovely as I remembered them, but there were hints of the dark circles under them that her skillfully applied makeup didn’t cover. She was wearing a pinkish jacket and what looked like some kind of silky blouse under it. She stood up and I could see that she hadn’t gained an ounce since I’d last seen her. The pleated gray trousers she was wearing were loose, but looked just right to me.

“I-I must say I-I’m surprised,” she said softly, her eyes holding mine. “Why…why are you here?”

“I occasionally do some work for Roscoe,” I told her. “I used to be a cop a long time ago and, when I don’t have writing assignments, I do some freelance work with him. I have a P.I.’s license.”

“I see,” she replied. She turned to Roscoe, but kept glancing at me. What did the look I’d seen in her eyes mean? There was surprise, even a trace of elation at first, then that faded and was replaced by something very close to fear. Why on earth would she be fearful of me? She had no reason to be frightened of me.

Roscoe began explaining why he’d brought me into the case, and while he did, I recalled the last time I’d been in this house. It was the day after Jennifer and I bumped into each other at a party an acquaintance of ours had given. When I got home the next morning, after spending the night in bed with Louanne, the woman who’d given the party, I found a message from Jennifer on my answering machine. When, at her request, I returned her call, she invited me over to her place and, after taking a shower and changing, I went.

**********

I arrived at Jennifer’s house and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, what I saw took my breath away.

Jennifer’s lush body was barely covered by a light-green sheer peignoir and clinging sheer gown made of the same material. The color of the peignoir was exactly right to highlight the mass of wavy red hair that tumbled in loose waves to her shoulders. Her green eyes gleamed hotly.

Jennifer’s body – she was five-nine and weighed maybe a hundred and thirty-five pounds – was a spectacular result of hours spent laboring in a health club. Her breasts were large and well-shaped, and strained against the gauzy material of her outfit. The hardening tips of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Below her magnificent chest her trim waist flared into full, wonderfully-formed hips.

“Hello,” she said. She smiled warmly. “Come in, please.”

Moving stiffly, I walked by her, into her house. I knew I should say something, but wasn’t sure what to say, or how to say it. I could barely get my breath, and I couldn’t tear my eyes off her.

“Can I take your coat?” Jennifer asked.

I shrugged out of my lightweight jacket and handed it to her, then I followed her as she walked into her living room.

Jennifer laid my jacket on a chair, then she turned to me with a smile on her face. “You don’t say much, do you?” she purred. She moved so close to me I could feel the heat radiating from her. The scent of her expensive perfume filled my nose.

“Since you don’t seem to be a man of many words…” she murmured, as her arms slid around my neck and her body pressed against mine, “I’m assuming you must be a man of action.” She tilted her head up and licked her lips.

I bent my face down to hers and our lips met. Passion arced through me like lightening and immediately I felt my cock stiffen and strain against my pants. My arms went around her, sliding easily along the silken fabric of her gown. Her body strained against mine.

Then – and I never have been quite sure how we got there – we were in a bedroom, lying on the bed. We were naked, too, and our bodies were entangled. I knew exactly what to do now, and was avidly exploring the wonders and mysteries of Jennifer’s body. My lips found the turgid tip of one firm breast.

“Ohh!” Jennifer moaned. She writhed while my hands moved over her smooth, creamy flesh. Her body arched against my caresses. My hand glided over her softly rounded belly, into the crinkly mass of flaming red hair between her legs. I was surprised to discover she was already soaking wet!

“Now!” Jennifer begged, “Now! Take me now!”

I’d never known a woman like this! I moved between the pale columns of her legs, then my erection slid into her need-dampened opening, tantalizing me as it slid into the warm cavern. Warmth and wetness engulfed my organ and ecstasy swept through me as first the tip of my spear, then the whole shaft, disappeared into her.

“Oh…my…God!” she cried, “Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!”

Her hips rose and began to gyrate and I forced my hips down, driving myself deep into her, feeling her buck up to meet my thrusts. Our pubic hair meshed and our groins pressed together, as we sought the release both of us desperately needed.

“Cumming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! My…God! My…God! Give it to me!” Jennifer cried. Her clawed fingers raked my back as superb sensations roiled though her.

“Ah! Ahh!” I groaned, exploding into her, experiencing sensations so sweet they were almost painful. What felt like a never-ending supply of hot, sticky juices spouted from my cock.

“Aahh!” she moaned when my hot fluids began gushing into her, filling her. “That’s it! Yes! Yes! Take me! Take me!”

Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to Jennifer, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just taken place between us. As I laid there next to her, letting myself calm, I felt her move, then warmth and wetness surrounded my limp penis when she began working on me with her mouth. My organ rapidly began to come back to life. Before long, her mobile tongue, hot lips, and nimble fingers had me steel-hard once more.

Jennifer seemed to still be just as turned on as she’d been when I arrived at her house. She mounted me and impaled herself on my tumescent shaft. She began moving her hips up and down slowly. Once more I experienced exquisite sensations, which fanned the smoldering embers of passion glowing inside me into a white-hot blaze of need. Just as aroused as she was, I began thrusting up off the bed, shaking my partner. I looked up at her gorgeous face, which was now a mask of passion, and was astounded by how beautiful she was. I found it difficult to believe I was fucking a woman who had the reputation of being unapproachable and wondered why I’d been chosen to receive this wonderful gift. My thrusts caused her to bounce, made her wild mass of red hair fly, and made her full breasts dance wildly. Her protruding nipples drew imaginary circles in the air in front of her. I lifted my hands and grasped the lovely globes. My fingers moved to the nipples and I flicked my thumbs over those swollen tips.

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!” Jennifer cried in delight as my erection lashed her insides.

Her excited moans incited me to even more frantic activity. I redoubled my efforts to satisfy her. The sensations resulting from her writhing and twisting on my embedded spear were almost too much for me. I could stand no more. “Gahh!” I moaned, “I’m cumming! Oh…my…God! I’m cumming!” Once again, my hot cream spewed from me and, when it did, my partner went wild.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck-k-k-k! Fuck me! Yes, loverr!” Jennifer cried. Her body snapped and jerked on top of mine. “Ah! Ahh! More! More! Give me more!”

Afterward, sated, we lay in each other’s arms, letting our bodies quiet, experiencing the delicious after-glow of our wondrous couplings. I was studying Jennifer’s lovely face, still trying to figure out why I was there.

“You look puzzled,” she said. “Is something wrong?”

I shook my head. “Nothing’s wrong,” I replied. “I just can’t figure out why I’m here. I didn’t think you did things like this.”

She smiled. “It’s a reputation I’ve worked very hard to develop,” she told me. “I’m very selective about who I go to bed with.” She grinned. “I have to say, you are one of my best choices. You are quite the stud! You’re everything I thought you’d be…and more!”

“Mmmmm,” I replied and kissed her. She kissed me back and, to my surprise, I felt myself growing hard again.

Since I was able, I once again began making love to her, taking things slowly. I sucked her breasts and nibbled the swelling the tips gently with my lips and teeth. I felt her begin to quake as the fires of passion were re-kindled in her voluptuous body. It wasn’t long before I had her trembling with need again.

“Please…” came Jennifer’s urgent whisper, “I need you again! Take me!”

I rolled between her alabaster thighs and plunged my cock into the pulsing, slippery opening that lay beneath the damp mass of her flaming red pubic hair.

“Ahh!” Jennifer moaned when I entered her, “Yes! Fuck me more! Fuck me more!”

I thrust into her all the way, then I pulled out, leaving just the tip of my cock in her spasming opening. I repeated the action, tantalizing her, letting my cock ride slowly in and out of her convulsing cavern. I straightened my arms and raised himself over her so I could watch the beautiful woman impaled on my rock-hard spear as I slammed into her.

Jennifer, wild with need, grabbed at her breasts and twisted the nipples with her fingers. Her head rolled from side to side. Her face was flushed with need. Her hips rose urgently against mine. “Oh, God, I’m going to come!” she cried, “Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Deeper! Deeper! Yes! Yes! Oh yes! I’m cumming! Now! Ah! Ahh!” She writhed and quaked as the third orgasm she’d had that morning tore through her.

I could stand no more. I exploded into her again, groaning aloud my pleasure.

Sated and exhausted, we dozed off.

After we woke up, I mentioned the fact that I was more than a little surprised to be in her bed and, in the course of our conversation, the topic of her marriage came up.

What she told me shocked me. She said her husband knew she had lovers and smiled at my startled look. “It isn’t what you may be thinking,” she explained. “Horace is gay.”

“Gay?” I said.

She nodded again. “He doesn’t want his parents or clients to know, so he convinced me to marry him,” she said. “I get a wonderful lifestyle, and freedom to find satisfaction wherever I want, provided I’m discreet. It isn’t so bad, really. Horace and I are good friends. He does his thing and I do mine, and we try very hard to make it look good in public.”

“Oh,” I said. You never really know about your neighbors, not at all.

“If your wife is gone for the week, then you don’t have to leave right away, do you?” Jennifer said. Her hand trailed lightly down my body, toward my middle, striking sparks of desire into me as it moved over my skin.

“Ah! No…I…I don’t,” I groaned when her fingers encircled my cock which, surprisingly, had begun to stiffen again. “I…Oh!…I guess not.”

“Good,” she said. She began kissing my chest, licking my nipples, making me crazy. Her lips and hands seemed to be everywhere on me. Each gentle caress, each light touch, each kiss raised my level of need higher and higher. She sure knew what she was doing.

“Ahh!” I groaned and my hips arched off the bed when, without warning, something warm and wet engulfed my cock. Jennifer was sucking my cock and acting as if she loved doing it!

It didn’t take long before I was totally out of control. My hips twisted and turned, my hands roamed over her body, seeking vainly for a way to give her as much pleasure as she was giving me.

Then she was straddling me, rubbing her wet gash against my cock, which was trapped between us. I shoved my hips off the bed, pressing myself against her.

“Do you want me?” Jennifer asked. Her face was flushed and her chest was heaving. Her nipples had grown erect and I found that not only did her nipples swell, so did the flesh around them.

“Yes!” I groaned. “God! Yes!”

“Well, then…” she murmured. She reached between us, centered the tip of my cock on her opening, and with a quick movement of her hips, took my swollen shaft into her. “Yeah! Oh, yeah!” she murmured as she began to rock her hips. “That’s nice! So nice!”

I’ve always favored making love with the woman on top because you don’t have your hands tied up. I grabbed her breasts and began rubbing the swollen tips with my thumbs. I already knew she liked it when I did that.

“Oh, Jesus!” Jennifer groaned. “God!” The movement of her body became more fervent. “God, you know just what to do, don’t you?”

While I massaged her breasts, I shoved my hips upward, causing my shaft to surge deep into her. I could feel it lashing around inside her. This time I wasn’t as rough, although I was every bit as turned on as I’d been earlier.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” my partner groaned as she rode my spearing shaft. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Damn! Damn!”

Our coupling grew more frantic, and as it did, she thrashed atop me even more wildly. The sensations were wonderful, too wonderful!

“Can’t wait! Oh, God! I can’t wait!” I groaned.

“Don’t! Oh, God! Don’t!” Jennifer cried. “Gimme! Gimme!”

“Yeah! Oh, yeah!” A cry of delight erupted from me as my torrid juices gushed into her.

“Take me! Oh, yes! Take me! Now! Now! Uh! Uh!” Jennifer wailed as my orgasm triggered hers.

We cuddled for a while afterward, with Jennifer still lying on top of me. She giggled when my softening cock slid from her. Finally, she rolled off, onto her back, next to me.

“I hate to go,” I said, “but I really have to.”

“That’s all right,” Jennifer said, caressing my face with her fingers. “I do have to get cleaned up and get dinner ready for Horace.”

I got cleaned up and got dressed. Jennifer slipped into her negligee and robe and walked me to the door. We shared a fond kiss and agreed to get together again before the week was over. Finally I left the Wilkins home, got in my car, and started down the street toward my house.

**********

“I miss anything in what I told her?” Roscoe asked, startling me out of my recollection about the first time Jennifer and I had made love.

“Ah…no, not as far as I can tell,” I replied.

“It’s like I said, Mrs. Wilkins,” Roscoe went on, “I’ll have some of my other operatives around during the day, so he can get some sleep, since he’ll be up all night.”

“I-I’m sure that will work out just fine,” Jennifer said. “I trust your judgment.”

“OK, then,” Roscoe said. “He knows what to do. I’m going to take off.” He grinned. “If he gives you any grief, let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m sure things will be fine,” Jennifer said.

Jennifer sat down behind her desk and I followed Roscoe out to the front door.

“I don’t see any problem, do you?” he said. “I mean, she didn’t scream and tell me to get you out of here or anything.”

“I guess not,” I said.

“You stay on your toes,” he said. “Keep your hands off the client.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” I said.

Roscoe went out, I locked the door behind him. Then I went back to the control center and sat down at the console and familiarized myself with how it operated. It might mean the difference between my getting help when I needed it or not, so I wanted to be sure I knew how it operated. It took me quite a while, but I am more than average familiar with computer equipment, so I did get a pretty good understanding of how everything worked.

After I finished going over the electronic equipment, I picked up my gun case and got out my shoulder holster and the 9mm automatic. I loaded the gun, checked the action, and stuck it in the shoulder holster, along with four extra clips. Then I got some lightweight body armor out of one of my duffel bags and put that on. I slipped a black commando sweater over the body armor, and slipped into the shoulder holster. Then I went down the hallway and knocked on Jennifer’s door.

“Come in,” she said softly.



The Stalker Ch. 17



I opened the door to the den and stepped inside. Jennifer was still sitting at the desk and looked up at me. “I didn’t know you used to be a police officer,” she said softly. “Why did you quit?”

“My wife didn’t like my being a cop,” I said. “She didn’t like the hours, didn’t like the danger, and didn’t like the hold she said the department had on me.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “How does she like your working as a private investigator, then? It doesn’t seem to me that the hours are any better.”

“She’s not my wife any more,” I said. “We got divorced. Turns out it wasn’t my being a cop she didn’t like, it was me.”

An odd look formed in her beautiful green eyes and she sat there, looking thoughtful for a few moments, then she shook her head, as if she was trying to clear it. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said. “I didn’t know.”

“It was probably for the best,” I said. “She married an old boyfriend and I think she’s happier now than she ever was with me.”

“How about you?” Jennifer asked.

“What about me?” I replied.

“Are…are you happy?” she asked softly.

I shrugged. “I’m doing OK,” I said. “I could be happier, but I could be worse, too. My life changed, but it didn’t end. How are you doing?” I paused, “Other than with this guy hassling you? What happened to Horace?” I sat down in a comfortable leather chair opposite her desk.

“He…he contracted AIDS,” Jennifer said softly, with more than a trace of sadness in her voice. “I didn’t know if you knew that or not. It progressed rapidly. It was awful to see, really. They…his doctors…managed to keep him comfortable. And, in the end, the pain medication made it easier for him to end his life.”

“I was sorry to hear about Horace,” I told her, and I was. I knew that, even though she and her late husband didn’t have a traditional marriage, there was affection there, which is something not all married couples can say.

“Do…do you think you’ll be able to stop Raymond?” she asked softly.

“We’ll stop him,” I said. The thing was, I wasn’t sure how we’d stop him, but if it took the rest of my life, I would do it. Even, I knew, if it meant killing Raymond Gleason.

“Would...would you like a cup of coffee?” Jennifer asked. “I was just thinking about going out to the kitchen and getting myself a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I never turn down coffee,” I said, “especially when I know I’m going to have to stay up all night.”

Jennifer smiled and got up. So did I. We walked out to the kitchen. While Jennifer made herself a cup of hot chocolate, I poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot already made.

Jennifer made a sour face when I poured the coffee. “I could have made some fresh coffee,” she said. “That must be terribly strong. It’s been on all day.”

“I like my coffee this way,” I told her. “If it floats the spoon, it’s just right.”

After she finished making the hot chocolate, Jennifer turned, leaned against the counter, and looked at me. “I still think about you,” she said tentatively.

“I think about you, too,” I replied. “How did you get hooked up with this guy?”

She frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know, really,” she said. “It was one of the few lapses of judgment I had. I guess when I make a mistake, I make a big one, huh?”

“It looks like it turned out that way,” I said.

“I met Ray when we were probating Horace’s will,” she said. “All we…Horace and I…went through there at the end, it was awful.”

“It must have been,” I said.

Jennifer sipped some of her hot chocolate. “I guess my judgment wasn’t what it could have been,” she said softly. “After Horace was gone I was terribly lonely and afraid. And…well…I guess Ray must have sensed that. Things happened, but it didn’t take long for me to realize I’d made a mistake. When I did, I broke off with him, but…” She shrugged.

“We’ll get him off your back,” I said. “I promise.”

Jennifer smiled at me and nodded. She sipped more of her hot chocolate. “How are you enjoying being single?” she asked. “Have...have you found anyone?”

“Nobody special,” I said. “There are several women I’ve been seeing, but nothing special.”

We hadn’t turned on many lights when we entered the kitchen. The fact that it was dimly lit probably saved Jennifer’s life.

She sipped more hot chocolate, then took a deep breath. “I… think I…I want to explain why I…why I stopped seeing you,” she said very softly.

“You…” That’s all I got out when I saw the red dot appear on her chest. I knew it was a laser sight and reacted immediately, without thinking. I tossed my coffee cup aside, grabbed her, threw her to the floor, and started to fall on top of her. When I did that, the kitchen window exploded inward and, as I was falling, I felt something sting my shoulder.

“What…?” Jennifer stammered as she lay next to me on the floor.

“We were shot at,” I said softly. I reached down and pressed the button on the little pager-sized box I’d fastened to my belt. It was connected to the electronic panel and would send a signal to the police department, advising them we needed help, and needed it now. “Stay down. I’m not sure whether he can see us or not, but I don’t think he can. And there’s a lot of broken glass here, too. I don’t want you getting cut. Lay still until the police get here.”

Jennifer began sobbing. “I-I can’t believe this is happening,” she whimpered. “I-I can’t believe he’s acting like this.”

“He won’t be for long, if I have my way,” I replied. My shoulder ached a little, so I reached up, touched it, and realized I’d been hit. My sweater was damp and I could feel the gouge where the bullet had creased me. I didn’t appear to be bleeding too badly, it didn’t hurt that much, and I still had movement in the arm, so maybe it was just a scratch.

“Why…why didn’t I hear a shot?” Jennifer asked.

“He’s probably shooting from some distance away and he might be using a silencer,” I said. I looked around and realized there was little glass where we were lying. “I’m going to roll off,” I told Jennifer. “When I do, slide over there and go out into the hallway. Be careful, there is broken glass on the floor.”

“All right,” she replied. I rolled onto my side, taking my weight off her, and she did exactly as I told her.

After Jennifer was out of the kitchen, I crawled to the kitchen door and out into the hallway, too. Jennifer was sitting in the hallway with her back against the wall, still crying. I could hear the sounds of sirens approaching. “Stay where you are,” I told Jennifer. Then I got to my feet, took my gun out of my shoulder holster, walked to the front door, and deactivated the security system so I could let the cops in.

We got three patrol cars, which meant two officers and a sergeant. The two officers remained outside while the sergeant, a big, bulky guy with a crew cut and swaggering walk, came inside. “You this lady’s private security?” he asked me, looking none too pleased.

“Yes,” I said, holstering my weapon.

“What happened?” he asked, looking around. He saw Jennifer huddled near the kitchen door. “She OK?”

“She’s fine,” I said. “Just a little scared. What happened is the asshole who’s been stalking her tried to kill her. He shot through the kitchen window. He was probably using a silenced rifle with a laser sight.”

“You’re damn lucky he missed, then,” the sergeant said, shaking his head. “You think I should call detectives?”

“I think, maybe, that might be a good idea,” I said. “And you should get some forensic people in here from the state CIB, too. Maybe they can tell us the bullet’s angle of travel. It might help us locate where this asshole shot from.

The sergeant did call in detectives, and crime scene technicians. While the technicians were going over the kitchen, collecting evidence, Jennifer and I gave statements to the detectives. After I finished with my statement, I called Roscoe and let him know what happened.

“You guys OK?” he asked.

“I got lucky,” I told him. “If I hadn’t spotted the red dot from the laser sight, our client would be dead right now. We have to stop this guy, however we can.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Roscoe replied. “The cops find anything?”

“They recovered the slug, but it was pretty badly damaged,” I said. “And I think they’ll be able to establish trajectory, so we’ll have an idea where the guy was shooting from. The head of the crime scene unit said he and his guys would be back in daylight to see if they can place the spot where the shot was fired from.”

“You going to need any extra help tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “I have a feeling it will be almost daylight before the crime scene guys are done, and the detectives I talked to said they’ll leave a car outside for the rest of the night. And I plan to have Jennifer stay away from windows from now on.”

“Good idea,” Roscoe said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“OK,” I said. I put down the phone and felt a sharp twinge run down my arm. I’d forgotten about the wound I’d gotten. I figured I better get it cleaned up before I wound up with an infection, so I grabbed a first aid kit I carry out of one of my duffel bags and headed for the bathroom. Inside I slipped out of my shoulder holster, pulled off the sweater, which was going to need some serious repairs, and took off my ballistic vest, shirt, and T-shirt. Then I checked the wound by looking over my shoulder in the mirror.

I had what looked like a deep four or five-inch scratch near the top of my shoulder. It had scabbed over, so I got a washcloth wet with hot water and laid it on the scab to soften it. I had to get the scab out of the way so I could put some antiseptic on the wound. I had just begun carefully removing the scab when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Come in,” I said.

Jennifer opened the door and took a step into the bathroom. “The officers said they saw you coming in here,” she said, “I…” I heard her inhale. “What happened? Did…did you get shot?”

“Like Marshall Dillon used to say to Miss Kitty, it’s just a scratch,” I replied. “I felt the bullet tag me when I threw you to the floor. It’s not serious. I just need to get it cleaned out and get some antiseptic on it.”

“Let…let me do that for you,” she said softly. “I can see it much better than you can.”

“I appreciate the help, ma’am,” I said, doing my best Matt Dillon impression which, actually, wasn’t all that good.

Jennifer carefully cleaned the softened scab away from the wound. Her touch was light and gentle, and it did some things to me I wasn’t sure it ought to be doing right then, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Where’s the antiseptic?” she asked once she had the wound cleaned out. “I think you’re right, it is just a scratch. But shouldn’t you have a doctor look at it?”

I shook my head. “There’s some antiseptic in the bag on the counter,” I said. “I’ve had my tetanus shot, and the stuff I have in there will kill any germs there are.”

“Are…are you sure?” she asked.

“Positive,” I said. “There are some bandages in there, too. You probably ought to cover it once you have the antiseptic on it.”

“All right,” she said. She went to work on me, her attentions gentle and caring. I’d never been nursed more wonderfully. “I told you I’ve thought about you,” she said softly as she worked on me.

“Yes,” I said.

“I realize I ended our relationship suddenly, and I’ve often wondered if you understood why,” she said as she spread the antiseptic cream gently into the wound.

“I think, maybe, this isn’t the time to talk about that,” I said. I was already far too personally involved in this case, and getting more personally involved, if that was possible, would make it difficult for me to do my job.

“Why…why not?” Jennifer asked, sounding a bit hurt. She got a small dressing and some adhesive tape out of the first aid kit and taped the dressing on the wound.

After she finished, I turned to her. “I’ve never understood why you didn’t want to see me any more, and I do want to know,” I said. “But I want the time to be right when you tell me, and I’m not sure it is right now.”

“But you saved my life,” she said, looking puzzled.

“I got lucky,” I said. “If that asshole had fired a second earlier, I’d be standing over your body, explaining to the cops why I let you get killed. When this is all over, you can tell me.”

“All…all right,” she said.

“I want you to try and get some rest,” I said. “Is there a room where you don’t have to be near a window?”

She nodded. “The back bedroom upstairs,” she said. “It’s on the opposite side of the house.” She hugged herself and a shudder went through her. “I’m not sure I can sleep.”

“Maybe you won’t be able to, but you can rest, anyhow,” I said. “I’ll be down here and the cops will be outside. I doubt Gleason is stupid enough to do anything else tonight.”

“Will you…are you sure you’ll be all right?” she asked.

I nodded. “I’ll be fine,” I said. “You go get some rest.”

“I’ll try,” Jennifer replied. She laid her hand gently on my arm. “Just be careful. I’m really sorry you got hurt.”

I laid my hand on top of hers. “I’m just happy you didn’t,” I said.

She smiled softly, took her hand from me, turned, and walked out of the room.

I went to our impromptu control center and typed a report of what happened into the computer, then I prowled the house, making sure everything was OK. It turned out Jennifer was wrong. When I checked on her, she was sound asleep.



The Stalker Ch. 18



Jennifer was still asleep when Roscoe arrived early the next morning. He had a couple of tough-looking men I didn't recognize with him. "You go home and get some rest," he told me. "I want you fresh for tonight."

I had something to do before I got some rest, but I didn't tell him that. During the night, I'd come up with a plan of sorts while I prowled the house. I figured we had to do something to provoke Gleason, to make him careless. He was getting more and more violent, but I hoped we could that would force his hand and make him play the game more on our terms than his. I didn't want Jennifer to be a target any longer than she had to be.

"OK," I said. "Jennifer's still asleep, tell her I'll see her later."

Roscoe smiled. "Jennifer, huh?" he said. "I take it you two have resolved your differences."

"We're working on it," I replied. I left Jennifer's house and jogged back to my place. When I got home, I took shower, re-bandaged my wound with some difficulty, and put on a three piece suit, white shirt, and tie. Then I got some things together, packed them in a very nice attaché case my ex-wife bought me when I quit the police department. Then I got in my Jeep Grand Cherokee and headed downtown. My destination was the office of the law firm Raymond Gleason worked for. I pulled into the parking garage of the new building and cruised around until I found the block of parking spaces reserved for Gleason's firm, and found a parking space not far away. Then I settled down to wait for Gleason to arrive.

As I sat there in my car, I watched people begin to arrive for work. After a while, a red Porsche pulled into one of the law firm's parking spaces and a tall, solid-looking dark-haired man dressed in a gray pinstripe suit got out. Raymond had arrived for work.

I slipped out of my car and heard him set the car alarm on his Porsche. I headed for the elevator, arriving a few seconds before Gleason did. Fortunately, I knew him, but he didn't know me. I took a place near the back wall of the elevator while other people filed in. I got lucky again. Gleason was standing right in front of me, with his back to me.

The elevator started to rise. Gleason chatted with several of the people in the elevator as we rode up to the floor where his office was located. I knew where we were going. That, along with the description of his car and his license number were in Roscoe's report. The elevator stopped at his floor. I dropped my attaché case and, when I bent down to pick it up, I bumped against him. When I did, I stuck a piece of paper I'd made up on my computer on his back, like we did put signs on other kids' backs in school. Only this piece of paper didn't say "Kick Me." Inside, it said, "You ought to watch your back, Raymond." "Sorry," I said.

"That's OK," Gleason said, glancing at me quickly. He bustled out of the elevator with the paper stuck to his back. I could hear several of the other people in the elevator tittering as he walked away from the elevator. I rode the elevator to the next floor, got off, and grabbed an elevator going back down. By the time I got down to the parking level, the lot had pretty much cleared, which was what I'd hoped for.

I walked over to Gleason's Porsche, set my attaché case down behind it, and opened it. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves, opened the case, and took out a bundle of four highway flares I'd wired together with a cheap wind-up alarm clock. I slipped the fake bomb under the car then, being careful not to activate the car alarm, I slipped a computer-generated note under his windshield wiper. That note said, "Look under your car before you get in." Another note, attached to the fake bomb, said, "This could have been real, Raymond."

I had accomplished what I wanted to do at Raymond's office, so I got back in my car and drove out of the parking garage. I drove to a mall near the apartment building he lived in and changed into a pair of coveralls that had "Universal Cable TV Contractors" lettered on them. I exchanged my attaché case for a tool box, got back in the car and drove to the big apartment complex Jennifer's tormenter lived in. When I got there, I parked the Cherokee where it wouldn't be seen and donned a pair of dark sunglasses that hid my eyes and most of my face, then I walked to the entrance. I wasn't sure how tight the security was in the building, but it turned out I didn't have to worry. I arrived just as someone was leaving and managed to get in without any trouble.

I rode the elevator up to Raymond's floor, walked down the hallway, and found his apartment. Considering the fancy rents they charge in places like that, the locks weren't very good. It took me only a few seconds with a lock pick to get into Raymond's apartment. I slipped on another pair of latex gloves and let myself in. Once I was inside, I systematically trashed the place, overturning furniture, emptying the kitchen cabinets, smashing things. I have to admit it felt pretty good. When I had the place looking like a tornado had hit it, I cleared off the kitchen counter and laid yet another computer generated note on it. This one said, "You aren't safe here, either. We can get to you any time we want to. Back off or we'll start breaking bones."

I left Raymond's devastated apartment feeling pretty good. Raymond might be just a little upset by the things I'd done. In fact, I hoped he was. I wanted him to be upset, so upset he'd start doing stupid things. One thing was sure; he now knew he wasn't dealing with someone who played by the rules any more than he did. And the fact that I'd managed to easily invade his personal spaces had to unnerve him a little.

Having wreaked what I hoped was at least a little havoc in Raymond Gleason's life, I left his apartment building and headed home. Now I could manage to get some rest.

When I got home, I took off my clothes and took a shower, then I started for my bedroom but, when my hand wrapped around the bedroom doorknob, my doorbell rang. "Damn," I thought. "Who the hell is that?" It occurred to me it might be Kass, or possibly even Didi. As much as I enjoyed the time I spend with both of those lovely young ladies, I really wasn't in the mood to see them right now. I went into my bedroom, slipped on my bathrobe, and headed for the door.

I opened the door and found a young woman I didn't know standing there, looking nervous. She was almost as tall as I was and was full-bodied, but not in the least fat. She had large breasts that pressed out the chest of her oversized tan sweater, which hung over paint-tight black stirrup pants. Judging from what I could see she had an excellent figure. She had short brown hair and a very pretty face.

"I-I'm Lisa Miller," she said tentatively.

I introduced myself. "What can I do for you, Lisa?" I asked.

"You...you helped get Bobby Devlin arrested, didn't you?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I guess I did, why?" I asked.

"He...he screwed up my life, big time!" my unexpected visitor replied. "He got my fiancée hooked on steroids."

"It that's true, Devlin's in the right place, isn't he?" I observed.

"You sure as hell got that right!" Lisa snorted. "I hope the son of a bitch never gets out!"

I wasn't sure why my being partly responsible for Devlin's being arrested had resulted in my visit from this attractive young woman, but since she was here, I thought I should at least be hospitable. "Would you like a cup of coffee or something?" I asked. 

Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that," she replied.

I went out to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and carried them back into the living room. Lisa was now sitting on the sofa. I set the cups down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down next to her. It was nice she wanted to thank me but I needed rest. I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but I felt as if I had to get her out of my house as soon as I could so I could get some sleep.

"What happened to your boyfriend?" I asked.

"He...he really got messed up," Lisa replied. "He...he got real out of control. He...he used to beat on me. It was the steroids, he wasn't like that before Billy got him hooked on them."

"Was he a weight lifter?" I asked.

She nodded. "He kept saying he wanted to do more," she said, her voice breaking a little. "He..." She began sobbing.

Wanting to comfort her, I slid my arm around her. She leaned against me. "It's OK, Lisa," I said softly. "Devlin's in jail, he won't be doing anything to hurt your boyfriend any more." Having her in my arms caused an effect I hadn't anticipated, and didn't really want to happen. "Don't cry," I said, "I'm sure everything will be all right. You...you just have to give it time." I noticed that my voice sounded funny.

Lisa finally got herself under control, leaned back, and looked at me. "You...you're really nice," she said, sniffling a little.

"Lisa, are you all right?" I asked. My voice was still hoarse, I was having a hard time breathing, and my heart was pounding. I knew I should stop this right now, before something happened.

She sniffled again and nodded. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I-I didn't mean to do that. I-I came here to thank you, not bother you with my problems.

"You're not bothering me," I said. "And I'm grateful you stopped by."

"You...you're welcome," she said softly. She kept looking at me and I saw a slight shudder run through her. Then she took a deep breath. Before I realized what she was going to do, her hand slipped into my bathrobe and wrapped around my already-erect cock. Her eyes widened when she did, then she startled me even more by taking my cock out of my robe, bending down, and taking it cock in her mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" I groaned while wild, wonderful sensations rocketed through me. Lisa's lips, tongue, and warm hand did wonderful things to my steel-hard cock. I squirmed on the sofa as wave after wave of delight washed over me. Lisa was sucking me as if she really liked doing it! I wasn't sure I wanted to come in Lisa's mouth, delightful as that might be. I put my hands under her arms. "Lisa, please!" What she was doing felt so good!

Lisa took her mouth from me and looked at me, her face wet and shiny. "What?" she asked. 

"Why don't we...ah...go to my bedroom?" I suggested. I barely had the ability to speak.

Lisa nodded. "All right," she replied.

I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and led her to my bedroom. When we got there, we fell into my bed. I leaned over Lisa and covered her soft, red lips with mine. Lisa returned my kiss avidly. Her tongue stabbed against my lips, forcing them open, then driving inside my mouth. Her arms slid around me and she pulled me against her. I could feel my swollen cock pressing against her belly.

I managed to pull Lisa's sweater up and push her bra off her breasts. Then my hands moved onto her huge, wonderfully-formed breasts and I felt her rigid nipples pressing against my palms. I bent my head and while I massaged her breasts with my hands, I began kissing her chest.

When my lips began traveling over the soft skin of her upper chest, Lisa moaned exultantly. Her exclamations of joy grew more fervent when my lips ventured up the slope of a firm globe to a swollen, straining tip and I sucked the nubbin of flesh into my mouth.

"Oh, yes!" she groaned. Her hips began to rock while I paid oral homage to one lovely breast then the other.

I paused to remove Lisa's sweater and bra, then I resumed caressing and kissing as much of her as I could. My hands explored her magnificent body, gliding lightly over her smooth, warm flesh. My hand slid over the silky skin covering her belly, slipped under the elastic waist of her pants, and delved deeper, moving under her panties and into the mat of hair blanketing her pussy. I pushed my hand down between her legs and slid a finger into her damp opening.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Lisa groaned. Her hips rose. She was quaking with need. When my finger moved inside her she responded with frantic twisting and nearly incoherent moans of joy. I captured a nipple between my lips and lashed it with my tongue.

"Please! Oh! Please! Take me! Take me!" Lisa begged. "I-I can't wait!"

When I heard Lisa's plaintive entreaty, I peeled her skin-tight pants down her legs, then I got out of my bathrobe, knelt on the bed between her legs, and thrust my rigid cock into her. Delightful warmth engulfed me as my erection slid into her.

"Yes! That's it! Put it in! Oh, God! Put it in! Yes! Oh, yes!" Lisa wailed. She grabbed my ass and pulled on me, urging me deeper into her.

I slid my throbbing pole into Lisa slowly, feeling it spread her open. "Oh God, Lisa!" I groaned, "You're so tight!"

Lisa's hips moved upward, gyrating. Her body strained against mine. "Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" she cried. She clutched me frantically while her body strained against mine. "Fuck me! Oh! Oh yes! I'm cumming! Agghh! Agghh! Agghh! Oh, God! I'm cumming! Ah! Ahh! Uhh! Uhh!"

Lisa's wild cries, coupled with the frantic writhing of her body, triggered my release. "Ahh! Take it! Take it! I'm there!" I bawled as gobs of my sticky white fluid blasted from my pulsating rod, filling her vibrating vagina to overflowing. Our bodies struggled a while longer, drawing every last bit of pleasure we could from their joining, then, exhausted, sated, and satisfied, we snuggled in each other's arms.

After resting a few minutes, I pushed myself up on my elbow and surveyed my companion's nude body. I was very pleased with what I saw. Her breasts, though large, were beautifully shaped. Her nipples - when she was aroused - were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly surprisingly flat, and her hips curved wonderfully to strong, well-formed legs. I smiled and shifted position on the bed.

"You know, Lisa," I said softly, glad I had regained the ability to speak. "I've never, ever been thanked more wonderfully." I began to stroke one of her breasts gently. 

"I...you don't think I-I'm a tramp, do you?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean, I wasn't going to do this, but...well..."

"I don't think you're a tramp, Lisa," I murmured. My rubbed lightly over one of her swelling nipples and she shuddered.

"God, do you have any idea how neat that feels?" she murmured.

"Would you like to make love again?" I asked softly.

"I..." Lisa stammered. She shuddered again. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

"It's the second door on the right, just down the hall," I said.

"I'll be right back," Lisa said. She slipped out of bed and darted out of the bathroom. In a few minutes, she was back. She laid down next to me and kissed me. "God, did you ever make me feel good!" she exclaimed. Her fingers trailed over my shoulder and she found the bandage covering my scratch from the night before. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"I fell and scratched myself," I explained. "It's nothing serious."

"Oh," she replied.

"Would you like it if I made you feel even better?" I said. I still felt a little funny about doing this when I was thinking about trying to reestablish my relationship with Jennifer, but I didn't know if Jennifer wanted me or not, and I knew Lisa did.

"I'd love it!" Lisa replied.

I shifted position and, the next thing Lisa knew, my head was between her legs and I was eating her! She moaned and her body twisted as my tongue probed her labia, delved inside her pussy, then caressed her clit.

While I was busy in her middle, Lisa took my erect penis in her hand, tugged on it gently to get me to move closer, then she pulled it to her lips. It looked as if she planned to give me the same thrills I was giving her!

I was enjoying my oral foray into Lisa's vagina. I knew, from the wild motions her body was making, that I was giving her pleasure. When her hand gripped my steel-hard cock and she urged me closer elation spread through me. Then warmth and wetness engulfed my cock when she began sucking me!

I groaned into her need-damp pussy, an action that brought a wild response from her. We continued to thrill each other with our mouths. Lisa's mouth slid up and down my erect penis and her tongue lashed it while my tongue thrust into and licked her vagina and clit. Passionate, muffled, groans issued us while powerful need grew and spread through our bodies once more.

With the determination we devoted to our supremely pleasurable tasks, it wasn't long before we both reached the peak of ecstasy again. Arching, straining, writhing, we exploded into a cataclysm of pleasure, our groans of joy muffled in our sex organs.

Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, regaining our strength.

"Lisa, you are incredible!" I exclaimed and gave her a tender kiss.

"You aren't so bad yourself!" Lisa replied. She kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. After the kiss ended, she shook her head. "Damn, you're as good a lover as I ever had!" She stretched, then groaned softly when my hands again began sliding over her. Her body instantly began to respond to my touch.

"What we just did was neat, but I gotta have you again," she announced breathlessly.

"Ride me this time!" I said, forcing the words out through a throat constricted by passion. "Sit on me and put it in you!"

Lisa swung her leg over my body and settled atop me, her damp pussy trapping my rigid shaft between us. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against my steel-hard club. She did it again, then she reached between us, grasped my rod, raised her hips, and lowered herself onto it, sighing as my tumescent shaft slid into her. "Oh, yessss!" she moaned. Once I was hilted in her, she began to rock her hips, making my cock whip around inside her, stimulating both of us.

I reached up and grasped her bobbing breasts and my thumbs began to stroke her rigid nipples. Her head rolled back and, once more, my bedroom was filled with the sounds of our shared passion. I felt her begin to tremble and heard the beginning of the sounds that signaled her coming.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Lisa cried. Her body went wild as orgasm overpowered her.

I held on to her breasts, my thumbs teasing the firm tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded into a fit of extreme ecstasy.

When Lisa's orgasm erupted, my fluids again bubbled up from deep inside me and filled her to overflowing.

Slowly, Lisa's spasms of joy passed. She collapsed onto my chest and didn't move for a while. After lying on top of me for a few moments, she rolled onto the bed next to me and kissed me gently. "Wow! I never expected this to happen!" she murmured. "At least not something this wild!"

"This was the most satisfying 'thank you' I've ever gotten," I said. "I think I should be thanking you."

Lisa blushed and giggled. She glanced at the clock next to my bed. "I gotta get going," she said. "I have to go to work."

"I don't mind," I said. "I need to get some rest. But I am glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," Lisa replied.

She got up, and got dressed. I got up too, slipped into my robe, and walked her to the door. Before she left, she kissed me gently. "Thank you," she said softly. "For...for everything."

"You're most welcome," I said.

Lisa kissed me one more time, then she left. I went back to my bedroom, laid down, and went to sleep. 



The Stalker Ch. 19



I woke later to the insistent chirping of my alarm clock, feeling a bit rested. Lisa's visit had made my day a little nicer, but I still felt guilty about what she and I had done. In a way, I'd taken advantage of her and at the same time, I felt as if, somehow, I'd cheated on Jennifer, although I wasn't quite sure why that was a problem since Jennifer had indicated no interest in resuming our affair.

I got up, took a shower, dried off, and changed the dressing on my shoulder wound. Then I got dressed and got my things ready to go to Jennifer's house. I was just headed out the door when the phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hi," Didi said, "I heard you got that guy off Jill's back."

"Yeah, it wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be," I replied.

"We going to be able to get together sometime soon?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said. "Roscoe has me working on another case. It looks like I'm going to be tied up nights for the foreseeable future."

"Damn," she said, sounding disappointed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "This case is the reason Roscoe stopped by the other morning."

"You going to call me when you're free?" she asked hopefully.

"I will," I said, but I knew as I said it that, if Jennifer showed any interest, there wasn't a lot of chance I'd be calling Didi again, delightful as she was.

"OK," Didi said. "Tell Roscoe I said he's a jerk."

"I will," I laughed. I put the phone down and headed out the door.

I drove to Jennifer's house and was let in by one of Roscoe's other operatives. I found Roscoe in the impromptu control center. He looked up at me and shook his head. "You didn't tell me you took a bullet last night," he said.

"Jesus, Roscoe, it's just a scratch," I replied. "Barely broke the skin. I will be putting the cost of a new sweater on my expense account, though."

Roscoe shook his head. "Cops called today," he said. "Seems like someone planted a phony bomb under Gleason's car in the parking garage where he works. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Phony bomb?" I said. "You mean like a few highway flares and an old alarm clock wired together?"

He grinned and shook his head. "Yeah, exactly like that," my employer said. "I thought I told you to go home and get some rest."

"I did get some rest," I said. "But I thought it might be a good idea if Gleason understood he was vulnerable, too. Apparently he didn't tell the cops about the other stuff."

"What other stuff?" he asked. "Just what the hell have you been up to?"

I told him about sticking the note on Gleason's back, and about trashing his apartment. By the time I was finished explaining what I'd done, he was roaring with laughter.

"Jesus, you sure as hell got a sick sense of humor," he chuckled. "You're really going to set him off doing this shit, you know that, don't you?"

"I sure hope so," I said. "I want him upset. If he's really pissed he's liable to make a mistake, then we have him."

"Yeah, but if he's running around like a loose cannon, he's liable to hurt our client," Roscoe said.

"I've been thinking about that," I said. "I have a couple more ideas, but it will involve getting Jennifer out of here for a few days."

"She hasn't been too big on getting out of her house," Roscoe replied. "She says she's not going to let him drive her out."

"I think we can convince her to go to a safe place if it means we can get this over," I said. "You think you can arrange a safe place for her while we do the stuff I've got in mind?"

"Why don't you tell me what you're thinking before I decide?" Roscoe said.

I explained what I planned to do and, as I did, Roscoe's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Damn, man, you could be putting yourself in serious danger," he said.

"Some," I admitted. "But the idea is to have enough backup and to stay on guard. I don't know who else you want to use, but for sure I want Moose in the house with me when we do the last part. You have people who can do the other?"

Roscoe thought for a moment, then he nodded. "Yeah, I think so," he said. "I know some people made some of those home-made porno flicks." His face changed as a thought occurred to him. "If this guy loses it like you hope he will, how we gonna keep him from nailing them with that damn rifle with the laser scope? The bedroom she uses has that balcony and those sliding glass doors, remember."

I smiled. "That's the easy part," I said. "I called a guy I know in the glass business today. He said he could get me some bullet resistant glazing material. He says unless the guy fires a rifle at it nearly point blank, nothing's going through it."

"When are you going to re-do the door?" Roscoe asked. "Tomorrow?"

"I told him to get the stuff and come over tonight," I said. "That fits in with the rest of my plan. He's going to help us get Jennifer out of here."

Roscoe smiled. "Jesus, you have been planning, haven't you?" he said. "Nice of you to include me in all this."

"I just did," I said. "Come on, let's tell Jennifer what we're planning, and have her get packed."

Jennifer wasn't too thrilled about the idea of having to leave her house, but she finally agreed when I explained that, if she did, it might help get Gleason off her back sooner. She began packing while Roscoe and I went downstairs.

"Where are you going to put her?" I asked him.

"Presidential suite, Jamestown Hotel," he replied. "I helped them work with the Secret Service to secure it up that time the President visited and the head of their security used to work with me. I think you know him. Vince Mahoney."

"Yeah, I sure do know Vince," I said. "He was one of the instructors in the police academy when I went through." I smiled. I couldn't imagine the gruff, grizzled cop I remembered as head of hotel security.

My glazier friend and his crew arrived about an hour and a half after I did. The material they put in the sliding doors that led from Jennifer's bedroom to the balcony outside it was actually some kind of super-tough plastic and was almost three inches thick."

"Like I said, unless this asshole you guys are dealing with uses a goddamn cannon, he's not shooting through this stuff," Maurice, the owner of the glass shop, said when he showed me the installation. "And the nice thing is, just looking at this stuff, you can't really tell it's special, you know?"

"Good job, Maurice," I said. "Now I have a favor to ask you."

"What's that?" he asked. He smiled. "Shit, after getting me a job that costs as much as this one does, I guess I owe you."

"I need the coveralls a couple of your men are wearing," I said. "And I need you to take Roscoe and the lady who owns this place out of here when you leave. We'll arrange to get your guys home a little later."

"No problem," he said.

Fifteen minutes later, Roscoe and Jennifer, were dressed in coveralls and caps from Maurice's shop, joined Maurice and three of the men he'd brought with him and left. After the glass shop van was out of sight, I called a cab to come for the two men Maurice had left behind.

I had just hung up the phone I was using when Jennifer's phone began to ring. The tape recorder Roscoe's technicians had attached to it clicked on, then the answering machine picked up. "This is Jennifer Wilkins," Jennifer's voice said. "I'm unable to answer the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number after the tone, I'll get back to you as soon as possible."

"You think you proved something today with that shit you did to me, you bitch?" an angry male voice said. "You didn't, you cunt! I've had it with you. I'm going to end this once and for all!" The phone went dead.

I smiled. "Well," I thought, "it looks like my plan is working. Raymond sounds a wee bit angry. And he didn't disguise his voice, either. Temper, Raymond, temper. Your temper's going to cause you problems."

I went back up to Jennifer's bedroom to check on the layout of the room. Working in only the moonlight coming in the windows, I moved some of the furniture around so the bed would be clearly visible through the sliding glass doors. That done, I went back downstairs, sat down at the electronic console, and listened to Raymond Gleason's angry message again. "You don't know it, Raymond, but your little game is over," I said to the empty room.

Roscoe called me on the secure line a little later to let me know he and Jennifer had arrived at the hotel all right. "Vince has assigned some of his men to keep an eye on us," he told me. "We've got the whole floor secure. How are things back there?"

"Our friend called," I said. "He didn't use the electronic device to alter his voice this time. I think he's upset."

"Watch your ass," Roscoe said. "What if he tries to do something tonight?"

"I won't let him," I said. "Actually, I'm going to turn off all of the inside lights and leave the house dark. That should make him wonder what's going on."

"Just be careful," Roscoe said. "I'll make sure we have the stuff ready for what you want to do tomorrow."

"Good enough," I said. "Take care, Roscoe. I'll see you in the morning."

"You watch your ass, too," he said.

After finishing my call with Roscoe, I turned off all the lights in the house, made sure the doors were locked and the security system was armed, then I went back to the control room, sat down, and mentally reviewed what we planned to do the next day. If it worked, it might upset Gleason enough to cause him to make a move. If he did, we had him.

As I sat there, my mind drifted. I recalled the night Jennifer surprised me by coming on to me at a party another woman I know was giving. For some reason I remembered another time a woman surprised me. It happened when I was in college. The woman's name was Katrina Margulies and she was the attractive young wife of one of my professors. A slim, attractive blonde, she was quite a bit younger than her husband, who happened to be my faculty advisor. None of the guys could figure out what she saw in Professor Margulies, and she always acted very cool and aloof toward us. We called her the "ice princess," because of the way she treated us.

Then, one night, I attended a reception the college was holding for a famous guest lecturer...

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I was leaving when I met Katrina coming out the back door. I was surprised when I realized she looked a little unsteady on her feet and stepped aside to avoid bumping into her. She kept coming and, when she was closer to me, she tripped and almost fell. I didn't want her to fall, so I grabbed her to keep her from falling.

"Are you all right, Mrs. Margulies?" I asked.

She sagged against me. "I'm fine, except it looks like, maybe, I had a wee bit too mush to drink," she muttered.

"It guess," I agreed. There I was, holding the drunk, attractive wife of one of my professors in my arms. I wasn't sure what Professor Margulies would say if he saw us and was worried. "Mrs. Margulies, can I help you find your husband?"

"He'sh not here," she replied. She hiccuped, then giggled. "He hadda go to a conferensh thish weekend, sho I came to the reshepshun by myshelf."

"I can't leave you like this. Is there something I can do for you?" I asked.

She peered up at me. "Could you be a nishe man and give me a ride home?" she asked.

"Ah...sure I-I guess so," I replied. I figured that was probably better than leaving her here and having the dean find her drunk. I slid my arm around her waist and lead her across the yard to where my car was parked. I had Camaro, which was pretty low-slung. Mrs. Margulies was wearing a loose ivory dress had that had black checks on it and buttons down the front. Some of the buttons were open and, as I struggled to get her into my car, I got to see a lot of her nicely-shaped legs.

When I finished fastening her seatbelt, I straightened up walked around the car and got in on the driver's side. I glanced over at Mrs. Margulies. She appeared to be sound asleep. She was even snoring a little bit. I started the engine, put the car in gear, and set off for the Margulies home.

As I drove down the street, I glanced over at Mrs. Margulies. She still seemed to be asleep. I'd only driven a short distance when a hand landed on my leg. Startled, I jumped, then I looked over and saw Mrs. Margulies' smiling face in the glow of the dashboard lights.

My professor's wife gave me a bright smile. "I fooled you, didn't I?" she said.

I was puzzled. She didn't sound drunk any more. "What do you mean?" I asked. I had no idea what was happening. 

"You thought I was drunk, didn't you?" she replied, grinning. I noticed her voice had taken on a soft, inviting tone. The realization coupled with the fact that her hand was sliding up and down my leg, was causing things to happen. things I wasn't sure should happen with a professor's wife. Doing something like that could get me kicked out of college.

"You mean you...you aren't?" I said.

"All I had was one drink," she replied. "I figured it was the best way I could come up with to get you to take me home." As she spoke, she moved her hand up and touched my cock. "And I very much wanted you to do that."

"Mrs. Margulies, please!" I protested. My cock got stiffer and stiffer as her hand caressed it through my pants. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me!

"What's the matter?" she replied. "I've wanted a chance to be alone with you all year and I finally have one." She measured my swelling cock with her fingers. "And it sure does feel like what I thought about you is true!" She squeezed my swelling cock.

I pressed down on the accelerator. I wasn't sure how I was going to get out of this situation. Even more confusing was the fact that I wasn't sure I wanted to get out of it. As I continued driving toward the Margulies home, I did make an effort to figure out a way to put her off. But when she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of them I realized I was in serious trouble. the feelings roaring through me weren't about to be denied, professor's wife or not.

"Yeah!" she murmured as her small, soft hands moved up and down over my throbbing shaft. "It's big! I was hoping it would be."

The feelings Mrs. Margulies' caresses were sending through me made it hard for me to drive. I really had to force myself to concentrate. I had a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and had to strain to keep my eyes on the road. When Mrs. Margulies squeezed my erect organ, I groaned.

"What's the matter?" she asked, cupping my balls. "Did I hurt you?"

"Jesus, no!" I gasped. "You can't imagine how great that feels! It's just that I'm having a hard time driving!"

Mrs. Margulies smiled. "You just drive," she said, "I'll take care of this."

"Yeah, sure," I gasped. I continued to force my eyes to stay riveted to the road. I knew if I looked down at her, I'd be lost.

Although it was hard, I did manage to get to Katrina's house without crashing. The minute the car stopped in front of her garage, she slid out and started walking toward the house. I sat in the car for a few moments, trying to understand what was happening, and whether I should let tit continue. Finally, I got out of the car and, on wobbly legs, I followed professor's wife into the house. I was at the door before I realized I hadn't zipped up my pants. Mrs. Margulies had me way too turned on to think about doing anything but fucking her.

She stood at the front door of her home, waiting for me. "Are you having a problem walking?" she commented, smiling at me seductively. "Is that my fault?"

"You goddamn well know it is!" I exclaimed. I reached for her, but before I could grab her, she opened the door and disappeared into the house. I staggered into the house after her. I found her standing in her living room. The house was dark except for a small light somewhere which gave off just enough light so I could see her.

"I'm waiting for you," she purred as I stood there, looking at her. Her fingers opened the buttons down the front of her dress. Then she shrugged her shoulders and the dress slid down her body and floated to the floor. She was standing in front of me nude, save for a pair of lacy white high-cut bikinis.

I gaped at the gorgeous woman standing before me for a second, then I started toward her. I couldn't remember ever being more aroused.

Katrina grinned while she watched me lurch toward her. "You do want me, don't you?" she said softly.

"You're damn right I do!" I exclaimed. I picked her up, carried her to the sofa and dropped her on it. Then, with shaking hands, I fumbled open my pants and slid them down. With a groan, I fell on her. When I did, I felt her hands wrap around my erect cock and guide it to her opening.

"Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me!" Mrs. Margulies cried as I plunged into her. Her legs rose, locking behind mine, and her hips surged up against me, sucking my cock into her lean, lovely body.

"Take it, goddammit, take it!" I yelled. I was so beside himself with passion that it no longer mattered to me that I was fucking my professor's wife. I plunged into her wildly, my hips hammering against hers like a pile driver gone wild.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Katrina whimpered as my body thudded against hers. The sofa creaked from the violence of our coupling. "Now! Now! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! Now! Now!" she cried. Her hands clawed at me and her lunged up to meet my thrusts. "Eeahh! Eeahh! Eeahh!"

"Augh!" I roared when I exploded into her, experiencing thrills I'd never dreamed I'd experience with the "Ice Princess."

When we finally finished, I was still on top of Mrs. Margulies. I lifted myself up and, panting, looked down at her pretty face.

She smiled up at me. "I knew you'd be good," she said. "I just knew you would be!"

I got off her and sat next to her on the sofa. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't believe I'd let this happen. Now what? What would Professor Margulies do if he found out I'd slept with his wife? Had I just ended my college career?

Katrina squirmed around and snuggled up to me. "Aren't you glad I got 'drunk' at the party?" she asked coyly. She began opening the buttons on my shirt.

I took her face in my hand and kissed her softly. "I-I...Mrs. Margulies, we...we shouldn't have done this," I said softly.

"I want you to call me Katrina," she said, continuing what she was doing. "And why shouldn't we have done it?" she asked. She had my shirt open, and her fingers were teasing my nipples. "Wasn't it good for you?"

"Ah...yeah...I...I...it was," I admitted. "It...it was incredible!" She was driving me crazy playing with my nipples!

"You don't have to go right away, do you?" Katrina asked.

My mind continued to whirl as Katrina's fingers moved over my bare chest, doing wild things to me. The next thing I knew, she was all over me, kissing me, tugging my clothes off. I had an idea I wouldn't be leaving for quite a while.

I stood up, bent, and picked Katrina up in my arms. "Where's the bedroom?" I croaked.

"It's down that hallway, there, second door on the right," she replied.

While she kissed me and caressed me, I carried her to the master bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and immediately fell between her legs, my mouth going to her pussy.

Katrina went wild. "Yeah, eat me! Suck my clit! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" she screamed while I punished her pussy with my lips, tongue and fingers. Her head rolled from side to side and she pulled at her nipples while I lashed her pussy with my tongue. I wanted to drive her crazy and, from the way she was reacting, it looked as if I was doing just that. As I ate her, I could feel my organ stiffening. I'd be ready to fuck her again soon, and planned to do so at least once more before I went home.

"Ayyee! I'm cumming! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Katrina cried, her exquisite body spasming. My head was caught in a trap of warm flesh when her legs tightened from her orgasm.




The Stalker Ch. 19



After a while, Katrina went limp and her legs fell away from me. She lay there, lovely and flushed. I slid up next to her and lay on my side, facing her. She really was a hellcat in the sack! "I guess she's not an Ice Princess!" I thought as I laid there, looking at her.

Katrina stirred and opened her eyes. "God, Mike, that was unreal!" she whispered. "I haven't been eaten that good in ages!" She rolled on her side, putting her back to me.

I molded my body to hers spoon-fashion and put my arm around her. I reached over her and I squeezed one of her perfect, firm, little breasts.

"Oh, God, that feels nice," she murmured and shuddered.

We laid like that for a while, resting. Finally, Katrina slipped out of my arms and sat up in the bed. "I need to get cleaned up," she said softly. She slipped out of bed, walked to the door, then turned and smiled at me. "Don't go away, now," she said. "I'll be terribly disappointed if you do."

"I'm not leaving, no way!" I exclaimed.

It seemed to take a long time for her to get cleaned up, so I went to check on her. She was in the bathroom, soaking in the tub, when I walked in. She smiled when I appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"I wondered how long it would take you to decide to come and see where I was," she said. "I hope you don't mind, I needed a soak."

I stood there, smiling. "I don't mind," I said. I walked to the tub and sank to my knees next to it. "Would you like some help with your bath?" I asked her.

"I'd love some!" Katrina replied.

I picked up the washcloth, got it all sudsy, and began washing her. The minute my hand touched her skin, Katrina began making soft, purring sounds. My hand moved between her legs and her moans grew more passionate. Then she stiffened and began quivering. Her hand locked around my arm.

"Oh! Ohh! Ohh!" she cried, trembling wildly, making the water in the bathtub roil, as I continued rubbing her middle, causing her to have what looked like a pretty powerful orgasm.

When Katrina finished coming, I helped her get out of the tub, dried her off, then led her to her bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, she laid down on the king-sized bed, watching wide-eyed, as I laid down next to her. My hands began to move over her flesh and my lips went to her nipples. From the sounds she was uttering, I was sure I was making her feel even better than I had in the bathtub.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" Katrina cried as I continued to drive her wild with need. My fingers probed her pussy and her hips rose off the bed. I slipped one finger slowly into her and her hips rose, welcoming my incursion I was making her feel good again!

Finally, I rolled atop her and his hard cock pressed against her belly I lifted my hips and lowered them and felt the head of my cock pressing at her vaginal lips. Inexorably, I began forcing myself into her.

As my swollen wand slipped slowly into her, Katrina clawed at me and continued making wild, feral sounds.

I finally managed to get all of my cock into her. For a while, I lay on her, not moving.

"Fuck me! Please!" Katrina begged.

I began moving and felt wonderful feelings began to grow and swell through my body.

After only a few strokes, Katrina exploded again. "Yes! Oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Uh! Uhh!" she cried, her body spasming wildly, as she experienced another powerful orgasm.

When Katrina came, so did I. I groaned loudly as another batch of my hot cream jetted into her.

After we finished, we once again laid in each other's arms, resting. After a while, Katrina got to her knees, grasped my still-limp penis in her hand, and began to stroke it. I groaned and my hips squirmed and twisted on the bed. What she was doing to me felt wonderful!

Katrina kissed my swollen pole and my groans got even louder. "Myn God, you're making me crazy!" I cried. "Jesus, that feels good!"

While her tiny hands stroked my cock, Katrina captured the tip between her lips and licked the slit there with her tongue. It drove me wild. My hips rose off the bed, forcing my shaft deeper into her mouth.

"I'm gonna come! Oh, God, Katrina! I'm gonna come!" I groaned. I grabbed her head, holding her mouth over my cock as my hot cream spurted into her mouth. "Ahh! Oh, God!" I cried.

Katrina swallowed my spurting goo, then, when I was finished, she stretched out on the bed next to me, facing me. I hugged her against me and she snuggled into the circle of my arms.

After we'd laid in each other's arms for a while, Katrina slid her small hand between us, cupped my penis, and began stroking it gently.

"Do you think you can make love to me again?" she whispered.

"God, yes!" I replied.

Katrina continued stroking my shaft. "It's getting hard," she giggled softly. "Want to do something about it?"

"You better believe I do!" I exclaimed. I wanted her desperately, maybe even more than I had before.

Katrina pushed me onto my back, then rolled on top of me. She raised her hips and the warmth and heat of her vagina once again engulfed my cock as she lowered herself onto it.

"Ahh!" I groaned.

Katrina rode me, gently, but insistently for a while, smiling down at me, her face flushed with passion. Then she raised her hips and let my cock slip out of her. She reached between us and took it in her hand. "I want you in my ass this time!" she said, her voice urgent. "Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"

"My God, Katrina! Yes!" I groaned. I could feel her positioning the head of my steel-hard cock against her tiny rear opening. Then she began lowering herself on me. I'd never, ever, felt anything like this! I'd never been in anything as tight as Katrina's bottom.

"Yeah!" Katrina hissed, her body quivering, as my cock slid into her snug rear orifice. "Damn, that feels nice! It's been so long!" Once my cock was all the way in her bottom, she began moving slowly.

I shuddered. The sensations I was experiencing were unbelievable! Nothing I'd ever experienced in my life came close to feeling like this did! I desperately needed to come! "Gonna come! Oh, shit, Katrina, I'm gonna come!" I cried. "I can't wait!"

"Come, then! Please!" Katrina cried, "Do it! Come in my ass!"

It was as if her words pulled a trigger inside me. "Yeah! Oh, shit! Yeah!" I cried, hosing her rectum with powerful spurts of my torrid cream.

Katrina went crazy, her body rocking wildly, her hips squirming. "Eeyyee! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" she screamed. Her motions were so frantic, and the grip of her ass on my cock so tight, it felt as if she were going to tear my organ from my body.

Much later, as satisfied as I'd ever been in my life, I was dressed and ready to go back to my dorm. Katrina walked me to the door, wearing a silky bathrobe. At the door, we kissed longingly.

Katrina clung to me. "Would you like to keep seeing me?" she asked after our passionate kiss ended.

"You better believe I would!" I replied.

**********

I saw her every chance I got after that night. As far as I knew, her husband had no idea what was going on, or if he did, he didn't care. Our affair only ended after I graduated and moved out of the town where the college was located.

I wasn't sure why I was thinking about Katrina, who I hadn't seen in almost twenty years. I got up, went out in the kitchen, and got myself another cup of coffee. Tonight sure was a lot less thrilling than the night before had been.



The Stalker Ch. 20



Some of Roscoe’s men came to relieve me early the next morning and I headed for my house. I had just finished my shower when Moose showed up. Instead of his biker gear, he had on coveralls that looked like they were half a size too small for his bulky body. He also had a greasy cap was perched on the wild mass of his dark hair. He looked exactly like a mechanic, a huge, ominous mechanic, which was exactly how he was supposed to look.

“What’s the plan for today?” he asked. “Roscoe said what we’re doing today is pretty much your show.”

“We’re going to watch a guy for a little while,” I said, “and I want to get in position to get on him when he leaves for work, so we better get going.”

Moose frowned. “Roscoe promised me coffee,” he said. “He told me you have that gourmet stuff.”

I tossed him one of the two stainless steel vacuum bottles sitting on the kitchen counter. I made the coffee before I got in the shower. “Here,” I said. “If you want milk and sugar in it, the milk’s in the fridge and the sugar’s in that canister there.”

Moose smiled. “I never put shit in my coffee,” he said. “Spoils the taste. Come on, let’s get going.”

Moose was driving another of Roscoe’s fleet of vehicles, a brown van that had no windows in the sides. I had used the van before so I knew the back contained a fairly large quantity of surveillance devices, some assorted items for disguises, and a fairly well-equipped armory, too.

“Where are we going?” Moose asked when we were in the van. I told him and he backed out of my driveway and headed in the direction of our destination. Raymond Gleason’s apartment building.

“We want to be headed downtown so we can follow him when he comes out,” I told Moose when he pulled up in front of Gleason’s building. He made a U-turn and pulled into an empty parking space opposite the access to the building’s underground parking garage.

“What are we looking for?” Moose asked.

I reached back and took a case containing a pair of powerful binoculars off a shelf behind the van’s driver’s seat. “The guy we’re looking for normally drives a red Porcshe,” I said. “But he may have changed cars. I think I may have convinced him the Porsche is a little showy.”

“How’d you do that?” my oversized companion asked.

I explained about the fake bomb, and also mentioned the note I’d stuck on Gleason’s back.

Moose found the stories as funny as Roscoe had. “Damn, man, you got one helluva sense of humor there,” he chortled.

We settled down to wait. I scanned each car that left the building’s parking lot, but didn’t see Gleason. I checked the cabs that pulled up in front of the building, too, along with the people who walked out of the building. There were several very attractive women who lived in the same building. A few minutes after nine a dark gray Ford Taurus pulled out of the garage.

“That’s him,” I said.

Moose sat up and fired up the van’s engine.

“Stay back,” I said. “I know where he’s going, so we don’t have to do a real tight tail. I don’t want him spotting us.”

“No problem,” Moose said.

We followed Gleason to the office building where he worked. Moose drove into the garage after him, staying well back, but continuing to the same level where Gleason was parking.

“I must have spooked him,” I said when I saw that Gleason parked his car in a spot other than the one reserved for him. “That’s not his normal parking space.”

Moose pulled into a parking space across the garage from Gleason’s car and we sat there, waiting for him to get out and head for the elevators. Once he was inside the elevator and the doors closed, we got out of the van. Moose pulled a portable radio out of his pocket and spoke into it.

“Eddie’ll be up in a minute,” he said.

I opened the van’s sliding side door and got out the plastic bottle of brake fluid I’d asked Roscoe to have Moose get me. “I’ll be right back,” I said.

“I’ll put the signs on,” Moose said.

I went over to Gleason’s Taurus, looked around to make sure nobody was watching me. Then I knelt down, unscrewed the cap of the brake fluid bottle, reached under the car, and poured some brake fluid on one of the rear tires and floor. When that was done, I went around to the other side and did the same thing behind one of the front tires.

When I finished doing what I had to do with the brake fluid, I stood up and noticed that Moose had put magnetic signs saying “Universal Garage -- Radio-dispatched Road Service,” on the sides of the van. I walked back over to the van and put the empty brake fluid bottle inside. I turned around again and saw a brown Chevy Caprice approaching us. The car braked to a stop and the driver, a slim, olive-skinned man with a pencil moustache, got out and smiled at Moose and me. He was wearing a dark-blue Italian cut suit and red and white striped tie.

“Hey, Moose,” he said.

“Hey, Eddie,” Moose replied. He introduced me to the new arrival, Eddie LaGuardia, late of the NYPD vice squad, now a member of Roscoe’s crew of ex-cops.

“You know what the drill is, Eddie?” I asked.

He nodded. “Roscoe briefed me,” he said. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, pull your car in that parking space there,” I said. “Then you can go find security and tell them what we found under this car here.”

Eddie drove the Caprice into the parking space, then he got out and headed off to find someone to report Gleason’s problem to. While he did that, I slipped into a pair of coveralls much like the ones Moose had on and rubbed a little grease on my face and hands to give myself an authentic mechanic look. We took a jack out of the back of the van, jacked up Eddie’s car, and took one of the tires off.

Eddie returned after about ten minutes, with a uniformed security man in tow. “It’s that car, over there,” he said. “The one next to mine. The Taurus.”

“You sure it’s brake fluid?” the security man, a balding, pudgy man in his sixties, asked.

“That’s what the mechanics who’re working on my car said it was,” Eddie replied. “They ought to know.”

The security man walked over to where Moose and I were kneeling, putting the wheel back on Eddie’s car. “This guy right? Did you guys find a lot of brake fluid under this car, here?” he asked. He jerked his head toward Gleason’s Taurus.

I let Moose finish putting the wheel on and stood up. “Yeah,” I said. “Look.” I knelt down next to Gleason’s car, reached behind the wheel, and swept my finger through the puddle of brake fluid. Then I got up and held my finger up for the security guard to see. “That’s what this shit is. There’s a hell of a lot of it under there, and by the front tire, too. You ask me, I think somebody cut this guy’s brake lines. You know who this car belongs to?”

The security guard shook his head. “Never seen it before,” he said. He walked around, looking at it. “Wait a minute, there’s a temporary parking pass in here. Let me call the office, they’ll know who it was issued to.” He tugged a portable radio out of a holder on his belt and spoke into it. He stood there waiting for a few seconds, then his reply came. “Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “I don’t believe it!”

“What’s the matter?” I asked.

“Guy who belongs to this car is a big-shot lawyer with one of the firms upstairs. Looks like he musta pissed somebody off big time,” the guard replied.

“How come you’re sayin’ that?” I asked.

“Shit,” the guard said, “somebody stuck a fake bomb under his car yesterday. We had the cops crawling all over this place, the bomb squad and all. Jesus, we hadda clear the garage and the building. What a mess!”

“I’d say this guy ought to find some other line of work,” I said. “Looks to me like being a lawyer’s a lot more dangerous than I thought.”

“I better let him know what’s going on,” the guard said. “Maybe I ought to call the cops, too.”

“Why don’t you let him decide that?” I suggested.

“Yeah, maybe I ought to talk to him first,” the guard replied. He spoke into his radio again. His office replied in a few minutes. “He’ll be right down,” the guard told me.

“Your car’s all done, Mr. LaGuardia,” Moose said. He let the jack down. “The valve stem got busted, happens some times. I had one in the truck so I didn’t have to take the tire back to the shop. Saved you a couple of bucks.”

“Thanks,” Eddie said. He looked at the guard. “Can I go?”

The guard looked uncertain.

“Look,” I said. “He didn’t see nothin’, so he can’t tell you nothin’. I’m the one saw the shit under the car.”

“Yeah, OK, you can take off,” the guard said.

Eddie handed Moose some money, got in his car, started it, backed out of the parking space, and drove off. He was just turning the corner at the end of the aisle when Gleason appeared, looking angry.

“What’s this shit about somebody cutting my brake lines?” he asked.

“My buddy and me, we was fixin’ a flat for a guy,” I said. “I looked unner your car, there, and I saw a puddle of stuff. It’s brake fluid. You wanna see, all you gotta do is kneel down and look. There’s a bunch of it by the back wheel, here, and by the front wheel on the other side. Whoever done this knew what they were doin’…these new cars have them dee-agonal brake setups so you don’t lose all your brakes if one line breaks, you know?”

Gleason looked a little pale. He stood there, lost in thought.

“You want I should call the garage and have them send a wrecker up here to get this thing?” I asked. “We can probably squeeze you in, get it done for you good as new by the time you get off work. We can even arrange to bring it back just before you get off, so whoever done this don’t do it again.”

“You want me to call the police, Mr. Gleason?” the security guard asked.

Gleason looked at the guard, then at me. I tried to look impatient. Moose shuffled around, looking as if he wanted to go, too.

“They’re not going to find anything, any more than they did yesterday, the incompetent fools,” Gleason said finally. He looked at the car, then at me. “You sure you can have it done and back here by three?” he asked.

“No problem, Mr. Gleason,” I said. “Me and Moose, we’ll do the job ourselfs, won’t we, Moose. We’ll tell the boss it’s one ‘a them priority jobs, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll do that,” Moose said.

Gleason looked at the security guard. “File a report on this with the police, but tell them I sent the car to be repaired and they don’t have to come over,” he said. He turned to me. “Go ahead and fix it. If I have the damn lease company fix it, they’ll just charge me extra and they probably wouldn’t get it fixed today.”

“Where do you want me to bring it at, what, three?” I asked.

“Be out front, at three prompt,” Gleason said. “You damn well better have it done, and it better be fixed right.”

“I guarantee it’ll be just as good as it was when you left your house this mornin’,” I told him.

“All right,” he said. He dug the keys out of his pocket and handed them to me, then he turned and stomped off toward the elevators.

“You guys don’t need me for anything, do you?” the guard asked.

I shook my head. “We’re gonna haveta wait for the wrecker, so all we’ll be doin’ is drinkin’ coffee,” I said.

The guard looked relieved. “I’m gonna go back to the office and work on that report,” he said. “It’s lucky for Mr. Gleason that guy got a flat, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yeah, real lucky,” I said. “He’d ‘a got a real thrill the first time he stepped on the brakes.”

“See you guys,” the guard said. He lumbered off down the aisle.

“Now what?” Moose said.

“As soon as our friend there is out of sight, we’ll take this thing to a car wash and clean the brake fluid off the tires,” I said. “Then we wait until three and bring it back.”

After we got Gleason’s car cleaned up, Moose and I drove to a hillside that overlooked Jennifer’s house. The police forensic people did the best they could with the evidence they found after the shots were fired at Jennifer’s house. They managed to place the shooter’s location somewhere on the hillside. It was brush-covered, and they did a search, but they couldn’t come up with a precise spot.

“What are you looking around for?” Moose asked as he followed me while I scoured the hillside.

“The cops figure Gleason was up here somewhere the other night when he fired the shots,” I said. “They didn’t find anything, but I thought I’d look. One of the guys I was in the SEALS with was an Apache. He taught me more about tracking than most people know.” I chuckled. “We used to say he could trail a snake over a flat rock.”

“Yeah, but how can you find something the cops can’t find with all the fancy electronic stuff they have?” Moose asked.

“The electronics are good,” I said, “but machines can’t think and feel. They can’t get into people’s heads and that’s what Johnny used to tell me you had to do to track someone.”

“Yeah, sure, OK,” Moose said. He looked a little doubtful, though.

“Look for things that aren’t quite right,” Johnny Ace used to say. “Be aware of the harmony of nature, and look for small signs that harmony has been disturbed.”

It had been quite a while since I’d done any tracking, but as I wandered through the brush, I felt the attitude coming back to me. I kept looking toward the house, which was some 300 or so yards from where we were, then at the ground in front of me. Then I saw it.

“There,” I said.

“What the hell are you looking at?” Moose asked.

I knelt down and brushed some leaves aside. “This,” I said. I pointed to a small round depression in the ground.

“What the hell is that?” Moose asked.

“Could be a mark left by a tripod that held a telescope,” I said. I looked around carefully and found another similar depression about two feet from the first one. A little more studying and I found the third one. “This is his spot,” I said. It was a bit eerie. Once I’d found Gleason’s spot, I could almost feel his anger, as if he’d left traces of it on the ground he’d touched.

I stood up and looked around. About fifty yards away there was a huge boulder, surrounded by thick brush. It would offer both concealment and a measure of protection. “There,” I said absently, nodding toward the boulder.

“I thought you said this was his spot,” Moose said, shaking his head. “Damn, I still don’t believe you found those damn little holes in the ground.”

“Over there, by that boulder, is where I’m going to be tonight,” I said.

“You think that’s a good idea?” Moose asked. “I mean, what if the guy doesn’t come back here?”

“I’m pretty sure he will,” I said. “He doesn’t know we’ve found his spot, and if I can take him out here, it will be a lot less dangerous for you guys down at the house.”

“Maybe I ought to come out here with you,” Moose suggested.

I shook my head. “It’s better if I do it alone,” I said. “That way I know for sure it’s just Gleason and me and I don’t have to worry about anyone else if he starts shooting. Besides, the people in the house need someone there in case Gleason gets by me.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Moose said.

I checked the area around the boulder, committing it to memory so I could get in position later, then Moose and I left.



The Stalker Ch. 21



At five minutes of three I pulled up in front of Gleason’s office building. The same security guard we’d talked to earlier was standing out front. He smiled and walked over when he saw me.

“Get it fixed?” he asked.

“No problem,” I said. “Like I told Gleason, it’s just as good as it was this morning.”

Gleason came out at three. I charged him two hundred dollars, which he paid without complaint. In cash, yet. I gave him a phony bill I’d made up and he took the keys from me, got in the car, and started it up. He drove a few feet, checked the brakes, then pulled out into traffic. I walked back to the van where Moose was waiting and climbed in.

“Noticed that he checked the brakes,” Moose said. “You’d think he’d trust a couple of trustworthy-looking guys like us.”

I handed Moose a hundred dollars.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“A bonus for doing a good job today,” I said.

“What do you think he’s going to do when he hears that tape you put in the car?” Moose asked.

The only thing I did to Gleason’s car was put a tape I made up in the tape deck. It was set to run quietly for a while before the message kicked in, so he’d be well away from the building before he heard it. The message said, “We could have gotten you again today, but we didn’t. This is your last warning. Leave Mrs. Wilkins alone or we’ll get serious. We’ve already proved we can get to you any time we want. By the way, have you gotten your place cleaned up yet?”

“I hope he cans this shit he’s been pulling on our client, but I don’t think he will,” I said.

“So that shit you planned for tonight is still on?” Moose asked as he wheeled the van through traffic.

I nodded. “I think what we did to him yesterday and today, added to what he’s going to see tonight, ought to push him over the edge,” I said. “The man is dangerous, so we have to goddamn careful, though.”

“I’m always careful,” Moose said. “My kids would never forgive me if I let anything happen to me.”

“I just need you to know that this guy’s bad news,” I said. “Don’t let the fancy suit and shit fool you. Underneath he’s a scumbag, but a very crazy, dangerous one.”

“We’ll get him,” Moose said. “We’re like the Mounties, we always get our crazy, dangerous scumbags, too.”

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “Maybe Roscoe ought to put that slogan on his business cards.”

Moose dropped me off at my house and, before I headed for Jennifer’s place, I put a short-barreled riot gun loaded with buckshot in a duffel bag. Then I took a shower, put a new dressing on my shoulder wound, and got dressed. I put on black clothing, my ballistic vest, shoulder holster, and pistol, along with several extra clips. Then I slipped a black cotton windbreaker on and headed for Jennifer’s house. I felt more than a little nervous about what was might happen tonight, but I’d set the wheels in motion and had no choice but to follow through with it.

Moose and Roscoe were waiting for me when I arrived. Roscoe looked a little unhappy. “Moose told me what you’re up to,” he said. “You sure you want to go through with this crazy idea of yours?”

“I have to,” I said, “unless you have a better idea.”

He shook his head. “No, dammit, I don’t,” he said. “I got something for you, though.” He handed me what looked like a pair of bloated binoculars.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Night vision goggles,” he said. “Infared. You’ll be able to see the asshole, anyhow.”

“Thanks, Roscoe,” I said.

He handed me what looked like one of those portable tape players joggers wear, only this one had a microphone attached to the headset. “Take this, too,” he said. “It’s a hands-free portable radio. That way we can keep tabs on you and you can let us know what’s going on.”

“Roscoe, you’re a dear,” I said. “Look, I better go. I want to be in position long before Gleason gets there.”

“Yeah, OK,” Roscoe said.

Instead of driving, I walked up to the spot where I believed Gleason had been when he shot at us. I hoped he’d return to the spot. If he didn’t, this was going to get pretty crazy. Of course, Moose and Roscoe should be able to handle things at the house, but I wanted to take Gleason down personally.

I got settled behind my rock, checked my pistol and shotgun, and the night vision binoculars. Then I gave Roscoe a call on the radio to let him know I was in position.

“Be careful,” he replied.

“Always,” I said.

It was dark, but not full dark, when Gleason showed up. He was dressed in a black outfit similar to mine but he had a hood, like a ski mask, over his head. He was carrying what looked like a medium-sized suitcase. He stopped at the place I figured he was using to watch Jennifer’s house, looked around, then set the case down. He knelt down, opened it, took out something, and began unfolding it. It was the tripod. When the tripod was set up, he took a big telescope out of the case, put it on top of the tripod, and checked out the house. Then he took two halves of a rifle out of the case and put them together. The rifle had a laser scope on it, which I already knew. He checked the house out through the scope, then leaned the rifle against the tripod and sat down.

Gleason and I sat there watching for some time. He was watching Jennifer’s house and I was watching him watch Jennifer’s house. It kept getting darker and darker. Finally, he reached into the briefcase and picked something up. He did something to it and I heard it beeping. It was a cellular phone.

“You’ve had it, bitch!” I heard him say. “If you think those assholes you’ve got bugging me are going to scare me off, cunt, you’re wrong! It ends tonight, bitch! I’m going to end it! Get ready!” He clicked off the phone and threw it into the suitcase.

My heart was pounding and my chest felt tight. I slipped my pistol out of my shoulder holster and eased the safety off. My prey had no idea of the surprise we’d arranged for him, a surprise that, I hoped, would drive him over the edge.

“We’re ready to start,” Roscoe said softly over the radio. “They’re going upstairs now.”

He was talking about a couple who worked for him. The woman, who was built a little like Jennifer, would be wearing a wig that duplicated Jennifer’s hairdo. Even with the telescope, Gleason wouldn’t be able to tell the difference at this distance, I hoped. The plan was for the woman and her husband to feign making love in full view of the sliding glass doors, to put on a show that would send Gleason into a killing rage and force him to take action. He could shoot at them, and probably would, but the bullets wouldn’t get through the armored glass we’d installed. And, the minute he shot, I’d have him. I hoped.

I could see Jennifer’s house from where I sat, and saw the downstairs lights go off. Then the bedroom light came on. I turned my attention to Gleason. He stood up, moved to the telescope and put his eye against the eye piece. I was watching him using the night-vision binoculars and could see him stiffen when he realized what was happening in the bedroom. “That fucking bitch!” I heard him mutter. He grabbed for the rifle, took aim at the bedroom window, and fired a shot.

I dropped the binoculars, stood up and, standing in the combat position, aimed my pistol at him. He fired another shot. Before he could work the bolt action on his rifle, I yelled, “Freeze, Gleason! Drop the gun!”

He stiffened, turned, and continued working the action on the rifle. I fired at him, aiming for the middle of his body. The rifle flew out of his hands and he went over backward.

Moving carefully, I approached him, holding my gun on him. I was pretty sure I’d hit him. I seldom miss what I’m shooting at. He laid there on his back, very still, with his eyes closed. I peered at him, trying to see where the wound was. I couldn’t, so I stepped closer. Too close.

Gleason suddenly came to life. His leg came up quickly, too quickly for me to avoid it, and he kicked the gun out of my hand. The next thing I knew, roaring like a wild man, he was on me, his weight carrying me back, taking me off my feet. When we hit the ground, the wind was knocked out of me and, before I could get to my feet, he disappeared. I heard him crashing through the brush off to my right and headed in that direction.

“Roscoe, he got by me!” I yelled into the microphone as I made my way through the brush after Gleason. “I think he could be headed in your direction.”

“You OK?” Roscoe asked.

“I’m fine,” I said. “I’m right behind him. I think you better get the cops rolling.”

“Will do,” Roscoe said. “Watch your ass!”

I kept going, being careful not to trip or run into trees. I’d flubbed things up enough for one night.

We’d started down an embankment. There was a house between where we were and Jennifer’s place. It looked like Gleason intended to go right through their back yard. I wondered if he’d considered the chain link fence the homeowner had installed around his property. Climbing over that was going to slow him down some, maybe even let me catch up to him.

“Son of a bitch!” I heard him yell. He wasn’t too far ahead of me, judging from the sound, and it looked like he hadn’t thought about the fence.

I’d have been happier if I had my gun, but I didn’t take the time to look for it before I set out after him, so whatever I did, I’d have to do with my hands. I emerged from the brush and there he was, clambering up the six-foot high fence. I had no idea why this homeowner put that fence in, but right then I was very happy he had.

“Give it up, Gleason!” I yelled. “We’ve got you.” I moved toward the fence. He was nearing the top, so I reached up, grabbed his legs, and yanked on them. He hung on with his hands and tried to kick at me, but I managed to pull him off-balance and he lost his grip. He dropped to the ground on his feet, facing me. There was a streetlight not far from us and I could see his eyes. They looked wild. Gleason was no longer a sane man, and he wasn’t making any effort to hide that fact.

Growling, Gleason lunged for me. I ducked under his outstretched arms and landed the hardest punch I’ve ever thrown to his solar plexus. He grunted and stiffened, but he kept coming. I slipped away from him and stepped back, circling to his right, trying to keep him off-balance. I needed to keep him busy until the cops showed up anyhow. I didn’t think I was going to be able to handle him myself, not in the state he was in.

He lunged for me again, moving a little more cautiously. He almost got hold of me, but I managed to side-step just in time and, as I did, I swept his legs out from under him with my leg. He thudded to the ground, still growling. I’d been in a lot of tough spots in my life, but never had I seen a human being act like Gleason was. It was as if he were no longer human.

Still roaring wildly, he got to his feet almost immediately and rushed me again. This time I didn’t escape him. He swung wildly and his blow hit me square in the chest, knocking me off my feet. It would have been worse, but the ballistic vest I was wearing cushioned some of the force of the blow. Before I could move, he kicked me hard in the ribs. I tensed, expecting more punishment, but none came.

I forced my eyes to focus and saw him running along the fence, headed for the street. “He’s still headed in your direction, Roscoe,” I panted into the microphone as I got to my feet and started after him. My chest hurt like hell and I felt stabbing pains every time I inhaled, but I couldn’t let him get away. I heard another sound, too. At first I thought it was because he’d rung my bell when he kicked me, then I realized it was the sound of sirens. The cops were coming. One way or another, Gleason was all finished. If I didn’t get him, they would.

Gleason was running hard, putting distance between us. It was all I could do to keep going, never mind catch him. He reached the end of the fence and ran out into the street. When he did, he was bathed in bright light from the headlights of an approaching car.

I stopped running and stood there, stunned, watching as the car – the police car I’d heard earlier – slammed into him. His scream of fear was accompanied by the sound of the siren and screeching tires. He flew up into the air, slammed down on the hood of the car, bounced into the windshield, and cleared the flashing light bar off the roof as he flew over it. He crashed to the pavement behind the car, which continued for a few more feet before it stopped. He bounced once, then didn’t move.

“Roscoe, he’s down,” I said as I made my way out to the street.

Two shaken police officers climbed out of the trashed cruiser. One of them walked back to Gleason, bend down, and felt for a pulse. He stood up, looked at his partner, and shook his head.

We spent the rest of the night talking to cops and writing reports. It was almost dawn before we were finally allowed to go home. Lieutenant Harkins headed up the investigation. He walked me out to my car after we finished with the reports. “You guys do things like this all the time?” he asked.

“No, and I’m not sure I want to again,” I replied. “I’ve never seen anyone as wild as Gleason was.” My ribs still hurt like mad. I winced when I opened the door of my car.

Harkins shook his head. “You ought to get those ribs looked at,” he said. “He coulda broke one, kicking you like that.”

“Probably did,” I said. “Maybe I will stop at the hospital and have them checked.”

“You take care,” he said. “I’m not sure I’d have done it the way you did, but you got two prime assholes out of our hair this week. I’d say that’s enough for anyone. Take it easy for a while, OK?”

“You have my word on it, Lieutenant,” I said.

The doctor in the emergency room told me my ribs were seriously bruised, but not broken. “Take it easy for a while and you’ll be just fine,” he said. “And I’d stay away from strenuous exercise for a week or so.”

“Doc, I plan to sleep for a week or so,” I told him.

I left the hospital and drove home. I wanted to see Jennifer, but I needed rest, too, and she probably could stand some rest, too. Once I got home, I took a shower, then I crawled into bed and fell asleep.



The Stalker Ch. 22



Passion In James County XVIII: The Stalker

Chapter twenty-two

Apologies to my readers. Here is the correct Chapter 22

I slept until almost four in the afternoon. I'd have probably slept longer, but the phone woke me up. "Hello," I mumbled after I fumbled the phone off the night stand next to my bed.

"How you doing?" Roscoe asked.

"I was sleeping, trying to recover," I said. "What the hell do you want?"

"Mrs. Wilkins wants us to come over for dinner tonight," he said. "She told me it was her way of thanking us. I told her that we only did what she was paying us to do, but she insisted. You think you're up to it?"

"I'll be there," I said. "What time?"

"Seven o'clock," Roscoe said.

"See you tonight, buddy," I said.

I arrived at Jennifer's house at five minutes of seven. She answered the door looking so stunning that I found myself having trouble breathing. She had on a plum-colored dress made of material with a Jacquard print. It had a wide neckline and long sleeves and reached almost to her ankles, but she'd left some of the buttons in the skirt open, displaying her wonderful legs. The dress was snug and clung lovingly to her wonderfully formed body. She had her hair pulled back and tied with a black ribbon around it, and was wearing understated makeup.

She looked puzzled. "What's the matter?" she asked. "You have a funny look on your face."

"You're beautiful!" I whispered.

She flushed and whispered, "Thank you. Please, come in." She held the door and I walked by her, into the house. The perfume she was wearing smelled spectacular.

"Am I early?" I asked, looking around. Nobody else was there yet. I expected Roscoe and Moose, and the other guys who'd worked on the case."

Her face took on a wonderful red glow. "You're my only guest," she said. "I had Roscoe tell you the dinner was for all of you, but it wasn't. I wasn't sure if you'd come if I asked you."

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I guess I was worried that you might still be upset with me after how I ended our relationship," she said.

"Jennifer, I'm not angry," I said. I smiled. "And to be honest with you, I'm kind of glad Roscoe and the others aren't here. Are you going to tell me what you started to tell me the other night?"

She nodded. "Yes...after dinner," she said softly.

Dinner, which she prepared for us herself, was fantastic. I had no idea what a wonderful cook Jennifer was. She served me broiled salmon with Béarnaise sauce, baked potato, and mixed vegetables in a delicious sauce I couldn't quite identify.

"That was an incredible meal," I told her after we finished. "I feel like I'm gonna bust."

My compliment caused Jennifer to blush again. "It's the least I could do, given all you've done for me," she replied. She smiled at me. "I'm glad you liked the meal. Would you like some coffee?"

"I'd love some," I told her. "Black."

"Why don't you go in the living room, I'll get it and bring it in there?" Jennifer said. She got up and headed for the kitchen.

I walked into the living room and made myself comfortable on the sofa. I had no idea what it was she planned to tell me, but I'd come to realize that I felt a lot for her and I had made up my mind that, one way or another, no matter what the consequences, before the night was over, I was going to let her know what my feelings for her were.

Jennifer came in a few minutes later, carrying two cups of coffee on a small silver tray. She set the tray down on the coffee table and sat down near me on the sofa. She reached out and laid her hand on my arm. "I...I can't begin to thank you for all you've done for me," she said softly, her eyes wide.

"I'm just glad you're safe," I said. "And it was luck more than anything. I almost let him get away."

She shook her head. "No...that's not true," she said. "You figured out a way to end this."

"I had to," I said. I picked up one of the cups and sipped the coffee.

"I owe you an explanation," Jennifer said softly. "I want you to understand why I...why I stopped seeing you."

I nodded and sipped more of my coffee.

She took a deep breath and her gorgeous eyes held mine. "Do you recall my telling you that I'd never been in love?" she said.

I nodded.

"Well...I...I...that's not true any more," she said softly.

My breath caught. Was she going to tell me there was someone she had fallen in love with? The prospect of hearing her say that terrified me, but I tried to keep a calm look on my face. "What...what do you mean?" I asked. "Have you...is there someone...?"

She nodded slightly. "Someone changed that and showed me what being in love feels like," she said.

"They...they did?" I asked. "Who?"

"You," she replied, her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Being with you caused me to feel things I'd never felt before, things I found terribly frightening. I even started to think about leaving Horace and...he took another deep breath. "I was so frightened by how you made me feel, I couldn't see you any more. You...you were married, and so was I, and I didn't want to be a home wrecker, so..." she shrugged.

My emotions were in turmoil. From dreading what she was going to say I'd gone to a state of near-euphoria. "I...love you, too," I stammered. I took another sip of my coffee, another deep breath, then said, "I'm in love with you."

Jennifer gazed at me, her expression unreadable. My heart thudded like a jackhammer. What was her response going to be?

She squeezed my arm, smiled, and said, "I'm in love with you, too. I knew it the minute you walked back into my life the other day."

I couldn't breathe. Jennifer had just told me she was in love with me! I couldn't believe it! My fondest dream had become reality!

Then, for some reason, things seemed to get strained between us. For some reason, having admitted our love for each other left us not knowing what to do or say next. We at there on the sofa, looking at each other.

It was clear to me nothing was going to happen unless one of us did something, so I slid closer to Jennifer. She kept staring at me.

When I put my arm around her shoulder, she sighed and cuddled against me. "Why is this so hard?" she asked.

"I know," I said, "it's hard for me, too. It's as if I don't know what to do. I've wanted you so much for so long..."

She looked up at me. "You have?" she asked.

I nodded. "I've never, ever been able to get you out of my mind," I told her. "I haven't been a monk since my wife left. But, somehow, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

Her arms went around me and she pressed against me. "I wish I hadn't waited so long to tell you," she whispered. "Maybe..."

"That's all over now," I said. I cupped her chin gently, tipped her head up and kissed her. I wasn't prepared for the powerful feelings I experienced when my lips and Jennifer's joined. I felt like I was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. My heart started to pound. No kiss in my life felt the way that one did.

When the kiss ended, Jennifer dropped her hand to the erection that lurched and throbbed in my slacks. "My word! I guess you do want me," she whispered.

"More than you could possibly know!" I said. I stood up, scooped her up in my arms and carried her toward the bedroom. As we went, she nestled her head in my neck and her fingers ran through my hair. "I love you," she whispered, over and over.

I stood her on her feet in the bedroom and we kissed again. I began unbuttoning her dress and, when the buttons were open, she shrugged and it fell to the floor, making a purple puddle at her feet. Her hands went to work on my clothes and it wasn't long before the rest of our clothes were off and we were lying naked on Jennifer's bed.

The contact of Jennifer's bare, warm flesh against mine felt even better than I remembered it. It was so extraordinarily pleasurable that I could barely breathe. I found myself so aroused that, at first, I feared I would come, just from having her snuggling against me. I had never in my life felt like this with a woman before. Somewhere I did manage to find the strength to control myself and, at long last, I began caressing the woman I had desired for so long.

Touching Jennifer as if she was the most sensitive being in the universe, I began stroking her. She was so beautiful! Her breasts were perfect and firm, tipped with rosy circles out of which thick, mouth-watering nipples had begun to emerge. I took a rigid tip between my lips and lashed it with my tongue.

"Oh! Yes!" Jennifer groaned. Her fingers tangled in my hair and she pulled me against her. I adored her breasts with my lips for quite a while, kissing one breast thoroughly, then moving to the other, then returning to the first one.

While I did that, Jennifer groaned with joy. Her body was twisting and straining and her hands clawed at me. "Oh, darling, that feels so good! You're making me feel so wonderful!" she cried. "I love you! I love you!"

"I love you, too" I replied while I continued paying homage to her finely molded body. Her skin was smooth and warm, it felt like velvet as my hands and lips glided over it. I was determined to touch every inch of her, to memorize how wonderful she felt. Even though my penis was hard as a rock and felt as if it would explode any second, I kept going. This, our time of reunion, had to be perfect. It had to be!

Jennifer's moans and cries grew louder as I continued to caress, kiss, and explore her marvelous body. I would occasionally stop and look at her and, each time I did, I was almost overwhelmed by how lovely she was.

"I need you! Please, my darling! Please! Please! I need you!" Jennifer begged, pulling at me.

I realized I couldn't wait any longer, so I rolled on top of her. I was startled when my erect penis slid into her. A powerful shudder of joy went through me as I struggled to keep from coming! I was there! In her! It was incredible! I lowered my hips and slowly sank into her while wonderful feelings, like none I'd ever experienced before, roared through me, threatening to overpower me.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Can't wait! Oh, darling! I can't wait! I can't wait! I can't wait!" Jennifer cried. Her body stiffened, then began to shudder violently. "Nnahh! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! Nnahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Yes! Jennifer! Oh, God, Jennifer!" I screamed as I came. Never in my life had I felt anything like what I felt then. It was mystical as if my entire body had somehow liquified and was being pumped through my throbbing penis. Never, ever, had I experienced such wonderful love-making!

When I was finally finished, I rolled off Jennifer, onto my back next to her on the bed. I was completely drained, yet at the same time, I felt more energized than I'd ever felt.

Jennifer rolled over and was kissing me, hugging me, and babbling excitedly. "I love you! Oh, God, I love you!" she gushed. "That was fantastic! I never knew making love could feel that wonderful! God! I love you! I love you!"

"I love you, too," I told her, returning her kisses. "What just happened was the best it's ever been for me."

Jennifer gazed down at me, her eyes wide and filled with adoration. "Was it really?" she asked, looking surprised. "Not even with your wife?"

"It never came close to that with Natalie," I told her. "I never knew making love could be that wonderful." I kissed her again.

"I'm glad you came back into my life," she whispered. "You can't imagine how glad." Her hands were traveling over me and her face took on a serious expression when she touched the bandage on my shoulder. "How is your shoulder?" she asked.

"It's getting better all the time," I replied.

"It terrifies me to think you could have been killed," she said as her hands continued moving over me.

"It kinda scares me, too, when I think about it," I said.

She found the place where Gleason had kicked me in the ribs, now a huge purple bruise. "What happened here?" she asked, trailing her fingers lightly over the spot.

"I got kicked in the ribs," I said.

"Did...was it...Raymond?" she murmured.

"Yes," I said.

Her hands continued to roam over my body and I felt myself responding powerfully. I couldn't believe how quickly she managed to rejuvenate me!

I heard Jennifer chuckle. "My goodness, I think you're getting hard again!" she exclaimed. Her hand wrapped around my swelling penis.

"Uhh! It sure does feel that way," I groaned.

She began stroking me, which resulted in my growing still harder. I'd come just minutes earlier, but I was on fire again! "I can't believe this!" she exclaimed. Her hand moved faster and faster on my erection.

"Ah! Ahh! Oh!" I moaned. "You...Ahh!...are too much!"

"I need you again!" Jennifer said eagerly. She straddled me, guided the tip of my erection to her opening and sank down onto me. Once more I was blessed to experience the unbearable sweetness of entering her.

"Oh! Yes!" she moaned as I filled her. She began moving her hips, riding me. Her auburn hair flew and her lovely breasts bobbed and jiggled as she worked herself up and down on my blood-engorged wand.

I reached up, took those sweet globes in my hands and began caressing her nipples with my thumbs. Jennifer's groans of delight grew more impassioned.

"It feels like you're in me all the way up to my throat!" she moaned. "I...I've never felt this full before! Ever!" Her motions became more and more frenzied. Her knees pressed against my sides and her hands gripped my arms while her perfect bottom slapped against my thighs. "God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes!" she cried, "Take me! Ahh! I'm cumming again! Eeahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

"Jennifer! Oh, my darling! I love you!" I groaned when I erupted powerfully into her once more.

Jennifer, spent, collapsed on top of me and lay like that, wrapped tightly in my arms. My penis, still rigid, remained in her for a while then, as we laid there, it softened and slid out of her.

She raised her head, looked down at me, and giggled. "That tickled!" she said, then she kissed me. "I've never, ever been happier in my life!" She kissed me again.

"I haven't, either," I replied. I tightened my arms around her and squeezed her against me. I would have absorbed her into me if I could have. I didn't seem to be able to get close enough to her. "I'm never going to let you go."

"You have that right," she said. She rolled off me then, and we lay like that, side by side, looking at the ceiling. I wondered if she was feeling as overwhelmed by what had transpired between us as I was.

After lying next to her for a while, I rolled on my side and realized that she was lying with her back to me. I put my arm around her, and pulled her against me. That felt spectacularly good. My hand was resting on one of her fine breasts. I couldn't resist toying with the nipple. It started to swell and grow, and Jennifer squirmed.

"God! That feels wonderful!" she whispered.

"I hope so," I said. "I want it to."

"Do...do you want to make love again?" she asked. She squirmed that neat bottom of hers against me.

"I'd like to," I said. "But...well, I am human and..."

"Ah...I think I know what you're saying," she said softly, "I'm exhausted."

"Me, too," I said.

"You're not working tomorrow, are you?" she asked.

"No," I said. "I don't have to be anywhere or do anything for at least three weeks."

"Well, then I guess we don't have to worry about getting out of bed early, do we?" she said.

I was delighted to hear her comment. It meant I didn't have to leave. Right then, I never wanted to leave. "No, I guess we don't," I said.

"Why don't we get some sleep, then, so we're rested in the morning?" Jennifer said. Then she yawned.

"Sounds good to me," I said. I turned off the lights, and with Jennifer cuddled against me, fell sound asleep.



The Stalker Ch. 23



The next morning, I woke up in Jennifer’s bed, but as I looked around, I realized I was alone. I wondered where Jennifer had gotten to, but before I could find out, I had to tend to urgent matters, so I got up, slipped on my slacks, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. When I finished and was headed back to the bedroom, I smelled coffee and knew where Jennifer was. I headed downstairs.

Jennifer was in the kitchen, standing at the counter wearing a gorgeous fluffy purple terrycloth bathrobe. She looked over her shoulder and smiled when I walked into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said. “I wanted to let you sleep, so I thought I’d get up and make breakfast. You hungry?”

“I’m starved,” I said.

“I made a bacon and cheese quiche,” she said. “Do you like quiche?”

“I love it,” I said, “even if it doesn’t make me a real man.”

Jennifer grinned. “Trust me, quiche or not, you’re a real man, I know that for a fact,” she said.

The quiche was delicious. I ate half of it and would have eaten more, but I didn’t want to look like a pig.

“I guess you were hungry,” Jennifer said, smiling at me. She only ate a small piece. Of course, that might be how she kept that marvelous figure of hers.

“I’ve been eating my own cooking for so long, having two meals in a row as good as the ones you made is a real treat,” I replied.

“Last night, you said you didn’t have anything to do for three weeks, didn’t you?” Jennifer asked.

I sipped some of my coffee and nodded. “Yes, why?” I replied.

“I was thinking,” she said. “Horace bought a beach house in Hawaii about a year before he was diagnosed. We…we went there once, but…” She shrugged. “Since you don’t have any obligations for three weeks, would you like to see it?”

I sipped more of my coffee, smiled at her, and said, “I’d love to.”

Jennifer’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful,” she said. “I’ll call the travel agent and book us reservations on a flight.”

“When are we going?” I asked.

“As soon as I can get us reservations,” she replied.

We got up. Jennifer began clearing the table while I rinsed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. After I put the last of the dishes in the machine I dried my hands on a dish towel, walked over to the table, which Jennifer had just finished wiping. I put my arms around her, and kissed her. She returned the kiss avidly.

After the kiss ended, I cupped Jennifer’s delectable bottom in my hands and pulled her middle against mine. Then I turned her around, backed her to the kitchen table, lifted her up and sat her on it.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Jennifer asked.

My lips again covered hers and I untied the belt that held her robe closed. My hands slid inside the robe, onto her soft, warm skin, and I cupped her breasts and my thumbs tweaked her nipples to full, tingling erection.

My penis grew erect and tented the front of my slacks as I worked on Jennifer’s glorious breasts. I spread Jennifer’s robe even farther apart, moved between her bare, silken legs, cupped her buttocks, and pressed against her. I lucky, the table was exactly the right height.

“Oh, God, darling!” Jennifer protested while I unzipped my slacks. “We shouldn’t be...doing this here…Oh! Oh, God!”

Warmth and wetness engulfed my erect organ when I slid it into Jennifer’s quivering body.

“Oh! Oh, yes!” Jennifer murmured as I took her “I…Oh, God! I can’t believe we’re…Ah!…doing this…Oh!…here!”

I clutched her bottom, holding her tight against me and drove powerfully into her. There was little likelihood of anyone showing up and disturbing us, but even the small chance there was seemed to make our love-making that much more exciting. I looked at Jennifer’s face. Her eyes were glazed, her features showed the evidence of need I’d come to know so well. Her mouth hung partly open. Her magnificent breasts, nipples rigid, bobbed and jiggled delightfully.

“Yes! Yes!” Jennifer crooned, She clutched my arms as I lunged against her, shoving my erection deep into her. “I’m cumming! Ah! Ahh! I’m cumming! Yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Yeah! Oh, God, Jennifer!” I cried when I came. Our moans of joy echoed through the house. I clung to her bottom and continued to ram into her powerfully when I felt my fluids bubble up and gush into her spasming, fluttering cave.

Afterward, spent, we clung to each other until our bodies calmed. My erection waned slowly and slid from Jennifer.

“Oh, God!” Jennifer exulted. “That was incredible! But…but what if someone had come to the door?”

“They would have seen us making love, wouldn’t they?” I replied. I kissed her on the forehead.

“I’d have been mortified if that had happened,” Jennifer said. She hugged me and kissed me, then she said, “Let me down.” She slid off the table and kissed me softly. “I need a bath.”

I grinned at her. “Would you like some help?” I asked.

Jennifer smiled and nodded. “I’d love some help,” she replied.

With our arms around each other, we headed up the stairs, to take a bath. I’d never looked forward to a bath more in my life. When we reached the bathroom, Jennifer turned, came into my arms and kissed me. “Let me turn on the water so it’s warm enough,” she told me after the kiss ended. While she slipped out of her robe and did that, I took off my slacks. Then, when the water was warm enough, we both stepped into a black and white tiled shower stall that was almost as big as my bathroom at home. Several shower heads were arrayed around the walls and, in one corner, there was an alcove where a person could sit. Next to the alcove was a small Jacuzzi, just large enough for two people.

Jennifer took a washcloth off a rack on the wall and reached for the soap and when she did her breasts, which I so much enjoyed fondling and sucking, moved delightfully.

When she straightened, I took the washcloth from her. “Why don’t you let me do that?” I asked. Watching her standing there in the shower, with droplets of water glistening like jewels on her skin, had aroused me again.

Jennifer glanced down, saw my erection, and grinned. “Why not? I can’t remember the last time anyone gave me a bath,” she said.

I began sweeping the lather-filled cloth over her lovely body, paying very careful attention to her breasts. Her nipples grew hard and were soon poking through the layer white suds covering her chest.

“I…” Jennifer stammered and clutched my arm. “I…Ah!…don’t stop. Ah! Uh! God! I haven’t done anything like this in so long.”

I covered her lips with mine and her mouth opened, her arms slid around me, and our tongues dueled. Her wet body pressed against mine, trapping my rigid penis between our bellies. I slid the washcloth down her back and cupped her bottom.

When the kiss ended, Jennifer took the washcloth from me. “Now it’s my turn,” she said softly. She took the soap and got the cloth even more full of lather than I had it and began to wash me. The first place she paid attention to was my penis, which was washed more thoroughly than it had ever been washed before. By the time she was finished, my legs were shaking and I felt as if I was going to come any second.

“Damn, but that feels good. If...if you keep that up,” I gasped, “I’m afraid I’m going to have an accident here in the shower.”

“I certainly don’t want anything like that to happen,” Jennifer murmured. She was still rubbing the cloth over my erect member. “That would be a terrible waste.” She pushed me back to the little alcove and I sat down. She straddled my legs, grasped my erection in her hand and centered it between her labia. Then she lowered herself onto me. “Yes! Oh, God, Yes!” she hissed as my engorged shaft slid up into her.

Fighting for control, I rocked my hips, sliding my erection in and out of her. It felt wonderful! I leaned forward and captured one of her nipples between my lips.

She groaned and pressed herself against me, while at the same time, she rocked her hips more and more fervently, as if she was trying to take me farther into her. “Oh, darling, it...it feels too good!” she murmured. “I...I’m not going to be able to wait if…Oh! Now! Now! Now! Ahh!” Her body stiffened and went into tremors when a what looked like a powerful orgasm roared through her.

The rhythmic spasming of her opening on my erection was more than I could take. I grabbed her hips, holding her against me, and exploded, moaning with joy. “Unnhh!” I bawled, my body quivering. Torrents of my torrid juices jetted into her.

It was a while before either of us had enough strength to move. Finally, Jennifer put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. “You are incredible!” she murmured. “I...I can’t get enough of you. The minute you touch me I want you!”

“I feel the same way about you,” I told her.

She looked at me and smiled. “You know, we should really get out of the shower before we wind up looking like a couple of pink prunes,” she giggled.

We finished washing, then got out and playfully toweled each other dry. While Jennifer finished doing what she needed to do in the bathroom, I went back to her bedroom and got dressed.

Wearing the purple robe, Jennifer walked into the bedroom a few minutes later. “After I get dressed, I’m going to call the travel agent,” she said.

“All right,” I said. “I love you.”

She smiled at me and said, “I love you, too.” Then she walked across the room and hugged me fiercely. “I didn’t ever think I’d say that to anyone,” she said softly. “You can’t imagine how wonderful it feels.”

“I have an idea,” I said. “And I’m glad I was the one you said it to.”

“I am, too,” Jennifer replied. She backed out of my arms. “I have to call the travel agent. I want to go to Hawaii, how about you?”

“I just want to be wherever you are,” I told her.



The Stalker Ch. 24



The travel agent was able to book us on a non-stop flight that departed that evening, a fact that didn’t bother me at all. The prospect of spending three weeks in Hawaii with Jennifer was something I was really looking forward to.

“If we’re leaving tonight, I have to get packed,” Jennifer said after she finished the call. “What about you?”

“I suppose I better pack, too,” I said. “Although I hate to have to leave you, even for a little while.”

“We’ll be together every minute for the next three weeks,” Jennifer said.

“Every minute,” I said. “You mean we’re even going to go to the bathroom together?”

Jennifer giggled. It was the loveliest sound I’ve ever heard. “You have a silly side I never knew about, don’t you?” she chuckled.

“Wait,” I said. “Your ribs will be sore from laughing when the next three weeks are over.”

She smiled gently. “I’m hoping something will be sore,” she retorted, and blushed furiously.

“OK, I’m going to go get packed,” I said. I gave her a gentle kiss and headed for my house.

After I got my things together, I called Roscoe’s office and told them I’d be away for three weeks and would be setting the call-forwarding on my phone to direct all of my calls to them. I told them I’d let them know where I was staying once I arrived, so they could reach me in case of emergency. Then I got back in my car and headed back for Jennifer’s house.

Jennifer, wearing a loose denim dress that buttoned down the front, was ready when I got there and, since it was almost a four-hour drive to the airport, we packed our bags in my car and headed off.

“Things are going pretty fast, aren’t they?” Jennifer commented as I drove along the freeway.

“Does that bother you?” I asked.

She reached over and laid her hand on my leg. “No,” she said softly. “I am a little scared, though.”

“Of what?” I asked.

“What…what if this feeling I have for you really isn’t love?” she murmured. “What…if…”

“If it isn’t love, I don’t know what it is,” I said, interrupting her. “And you have me now. You aren’t going to get rid of me.”

She stroked my leg. “I don’t want to get rid of you,” she replied. “Not ever.”

We stopped and had something to eat on the way, then continued on to the airport. I wanted to be sure we arrived in plenty of time to check in and go through security.

When we arrived at the airport, I parked my car in the long-term lot, and we walked to the terminal. We checked our baggage and got our boarding passes, then we went to one of the lounges to have a few drinks before the plane left.

Even though airlines aren’t so good about arriving on time, they’re all excellent at departing on schedule, and we did. At the appointed time, we went through security, boarded the plane and were shown our seats in first class by a very efficient and friendly male flight attendant.

“This is nice,” I said, looking around. “It doesn’t look like there are going to be a whole lot of people up here with us.”

“I don’t mind, do you?” Jennifer asked.

I leaned over and kissed her. “Of course I don’t mind,” I said. “If you’d thought about it, you could have reserved all of first class for us.”

“I never thought about that,” she said, then she giggled.

Eventually the plane backed away from the gate and taxied out to the runway. As usual, I experienced the slight increase in heart rate as the plane turned and began it’s run down the runway. Takeoff went well, though and, before long, our plane was winging its way through the night sky, headed for Hawaii. 

After the pilot turned off the “fasten seat belt” light, I turned to Jennifer and kissed her. “Are you excited about the trip?” I said.

She smiled and nodded. “I can hardly wait to get there,” she said. “How about you?”

I looked up into her incredible eyes and pretty face. “I can’t believe everything that’s happened in the last week,” I said. “A week ago, you were just a dream, now we’re headed for a Hawaiian vacation. That’s pretty wonderful in my book.”

After we’d been in the air a while, the flight attendant announced he would be serving drinks, then he came down the aisle pushing one of those metal carts. Jennifer and I had drinks, then settled back to watch the in-flight movie. 

“I think I’m going to get a pillow and a blanket,” Jennifer said. She stood up, and reached into the overhead compartment above our seats to get the pillow and blanket. When she did, I slipped my hand under her skirt and ran it lightly up her leg. She looked down at me and smiled. Then she tossed me a pillow, which I took and placed it behind my head. She sat down, put the pillow behind her head, spread the blanket over us, and leaned against me.

“That felt nice,” she said softly. Her eyes showing unmistakable signs of arousal, which surprised me. The lights in the plane were off and it looked like most of our fellow passengers had fallen asleep.

I turned my face so I was looking into Jennifer’s eyes, then she moved and our lips were joined. My hands slid onto her breasts and her hand fell onto my leg. Even though it didn’t look as if I’d be able to do anything about it for several hours yet, I felt my penis begin to harden. It occurred to me I could be walking funny when we got off the plane.

Our kisses continued. It was as if once we started, we couldn’t stop. I managed to unbutton several of the buttons on Jennifer’s dress and, when I slipped my hand inside it, I made a delightful discovery. “You…you aren’t wearing a bra!” I whispered between kisses.

“I know, I feel so naughty,” Jennifer whispered in reply. Her hand slid up my leg and encountered my swollen organ, which was straining uncomfortably against my slacks. A smile formed on Jennifer’s lips “What’s this?” she murmured. She gently moved her hand over it.

“Uh!” I moaned softly. I knew we had to be careful because we certainly didn’t want the other passengers waking up and seeing what we were doing. “What...what do you think it is?” Delightful sensations were sweeping through me as a result of her gentle caresses and kisses.

Jennifer kept stroking me, making me even harder. At the same time, I was caressing her breasts and nipples, which had grown erect. I could feel her shudder when I flicked my thumb over one of them. I slipped my head under the blanket and took one of her nipples in my mouth.

“Oh, God!” Jennifer whispered, trembling now. “Do you have any idea how wonderful that feels?”

I didn’t answer because my mother taught me never to talk with my mouth full. While I suckled her nipples, I slipped my hand down, between her legs, and began caressing her middle, which I could feel was soaking wet. It appeared that Jennifer was just as aroused as I was. I kept doing what I was doing while Jennifer unzipped my slacks, slipped her hand inside them, and began stroking my erection. I fervently hoped the flight attendants wouldn’t decide to check on the passengers any time soon, and that the rest of the people in first class with us would stay asleep.

“Oh, God, I’m so turned on, I could come any second!” Jennifer whispered.

“Me, too!” I replied softly. I shifted position, trying to achieve some measure of comfort. I wondered if there was any way we could do more than play with each other and had an idea. “Turn around so your back is to me,” I whispered, and Jennifer did. Being careful to keep the blanket over us, I hiked up her skirt, then turned so I was lying against her spoon fashion and pulled her back against me.

“Oh, God, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” she whispered. She began rubbing her delightful bottom against my swollen shaft. “This is so crazy, but I love it!”

I slid my hand between us, grabbed my erection and managed to slide the panel of her panties aside and get it into her. A powerful wave of pleasure swept through me as I sank into her warm, wet opening.

“Oh!” Jennifer murmured as I entered her. “I don’t believe we’re doing this!” She began moving her hips, making my erection lash around inside her.

I slid my hands up and began toying with her breasts while my swollen shaft continued to probe into her. I was already incredibly aroused and the situation we were in, with its high risk of discovery, added immeasurably to the arousal I felt. “I’m not sure I…I’m going to be able to wait long,” I whispered. “I…I need you too much!”

“Me…too!” Jennifer replied. The motion of her hips got more fervent. Her hands slid onto mine and pressed them tighter against her breasts.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. The incredible eroticism of what we were doing, and where, was overwhelming. “Oh, God, Jennifer, I…I can’t wait! I’m going to come!” I whispered urgently. “I...I’m going to come!” Beads of sweat rolled down my face as my excitement built to the bursting point. “Mmhh! Mmpphh!” I moaned, desperately trying to stifle the urge to cry out in joy. My juices boiled up, then my pulsing penis sent them flooding into Jennifer’s pulsing cavern. I could hear her soft murmurs and feel her body trembling as she, too, came. When, at last, we were finished, we lay in our seats, spent.

Jennifer disengaged herself from me, turned, and kissed me. “That was the wildest, most incredible thing I’ve ever done!” she whispered, caressing my face lightly.

“God, it sure was!” I replied.

We straightened our clothes up and, after Jennifer went to the bathroom, we snuggled in each other’s arms and fell asleep. Neither of us woke up until the captain announced we would be landing in Hawaii in ten minutes.



The Stalker Ch. 25



After we landed, we retrieved our baggage and headed for one of the island helicopter services, which would take us to Jennifer's home, which was located on one of the smaller islands.

An hour later we were in a helicopter, clattering over the water, headed for the spot where we'd be spending the next three weeks. The chopper landed in the yard outside the expansive single-story home which sat on a bluff overlooking the ocean and Jennifer and I got out and took our baggage. While the chopper lifted off, Jennifer and I headed for the house.

"This place is kind of isolated," I commented as we walked across the expansive lawn. "What are we going to do about food?"

"The man who takes care of this place for me put in a supply of food that should last us at least three weeks," Jennifer replied. "I called and asked him to do that before we left."

I smiled and said, "You thought of everything, didn't you?" 

Jennifer's vacation home was magnificent. Laid out on one floor, it had all the modern conveniences, was sumptuously furnished, yet looked very comfortable. "Horace must have been very good at what he did to be able to afford a place like this," I commented once we were inside.

Jennifer nodded. "I knew he was doing well, but I had no idea how well until the lawyer explained just how large his estate was," she said. "And, even though he didn't have to, he left it all to me."

"Didn't he have any family?" I asked.

She shook her head. "His parents both died when he was young, and he was an only child," she said. "There were some cousins, I think, but he never had any contact with them." She looked around. "Sometimes I feel guilty about what I've gotten from my marriage to Horace. I mean, I..."

I walked over and put my arms around her. "You were a good friend and, to the extent you could be, a good wife," I said. "You have nothing to feel guilty about." I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"I guess," she said. "Come on, let's get our clothes put away and get settled."

We went into the bedroom, which was huge and had floor to ceiling windows opening on a veranda that overlooked the ocean. "Wow!" I said. "This is incredible! You can jump out of bed, run down to the beach, and go swimming if you want to."

Jennifer smiled. "It's a private beach, too," she said. "The closest neighbor is about a mile or so away. This part of Hawaii hasn't been overdeveloped like the big island has."

I grinned. "You mean we can go skinny-dipping if we want to?" I asked.

Jennifer blushed a little and nodded. "If we went to," she said.

We unpacked and put our clothes away then, because I hadn't touched her in a while, I took Jennifer in my arms and began kissing her. Before long, we were lying on the king-sized bed and my hands were moving over her soft bare flesh, feeling the warmth and silky smoothness of it.

"Oh, darling," she moaned, "You really do have a magic touch! You know exactly how to make me feel so wonderful!"

"I'm glad you think so," I replied. I leaned over her and kissed the surface of one magnificent breast. I watched, enthralled, as her nipple grew erect, surging up out of the dark areola surrounding it. I kissed it, then teased it with my lips and tongue. 

"Ahh!" Jennifer moaned, "Yes! Oh, yes!" She began to writhe on the bed as my oral attentions continued. Soon she was shaking with need. "Do more!" she demanded, "I want more!"

I blazed a trail of heat down her body with my lips, moving across her faintly rounded belly to the spot where her legs and body joined. Knowing where I was headed and what I intended to do when I got there, Jennifer parted her legs for me.

"Yes! Oh, God, darling, yes!" she urged. Her hips were in constant motion, rotating, thrusting her vagina up toward my descending mouth. Then my mouth covered her hot cave and I began licking and sucking it.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she cried. "That's it! Oh, yes!"

My lips and tongue punished her thrusting middle, licking her soft, swollen labia, nibbling the erect bud of her clit. When my tongue began to thrust in and out of her pulsing opening she reacted wildly, her legs pounding the bed, her hips churning frantically. My face was covered with her juices while I struggled to maintain contact with her thrashing body.

"Aghh! Agghh! Agghh!" she screamed, "I'm cumming! That's it! So good! So good! Ah! Ah! Ahh!" Slowly, her frantic movements eased and she relaxed on the bed.

I was just getting started. I rolled between her outspread thighs, grabbed my rigid pole, guided it to her opening and, with a powerful thrust of my hips, I sank into her.

When she felt me taking her, Jennifer's eyes opened, a smile curved her lips and she clamped her hands around my biceps. "Oh!" she moaned.

I began thrusting into her, trying to keep a steady pace, to prolong our joining as long as I could, but being in her was unbearably wonderful. Her soft skin caressed mine and the sinuous movements of her body combined with those sensations to build me toward a delectable peak of excitement. "Here it comes!" I groaned, feeling my body build toward the explosion I knew would come. "Yeah!" I cried. Warmth boiled in my groin, then my cream shot through my penis and splattered into her, bathing her insides with heat.

"Oh!" Jennifer mewled, "Oh, yes! That's it! Take me! Fill me! I'm cumming! Again! Yes! Again! Arrhh! Arrhh!"

Once our intense need was finally sated, we lay in each other's arms, gazing at each other.

"I...I do love you!" Jennifer exclaimed. "I really do!"

"And I love you," I said.