Chapter Two
(He's there! waiting for her and watching her.)
She rushed home from the office telling herself she was a fool.
A fool to feel this way about someone she had never even met, never seen or spoken to. Someone she wasn’t even sure existed at all!
All the same she still entered her flat with her heart beating excitedly, and her blood pumping through her veins in a way it had never done before.
She dropped her bag and her coat and walked straight across to her bedroom window.
It was still daylight, and the flat opposite hers, looked empty.
She gave a bitter groan of disappointment, and her shoulders drooped in total dejection.
‘Take a relaxing bath and have a nice glass of wine.’
The idea seemed to come from outside of her and she looked across at the empty flat sharply.
“Who are you?” she called out anxiously.
Silence greeted her.
“Fool!” she whispered to herself.
Still a bath and a glass of wine did sound like a good idea.
She walked to the bathroom and turned on the taps.
She poured liberal amounts of her favourite baths oils and salts; and soon the steam was filled with intoxicating aromas, that relaxed her just by breathing them in.
She poured her wine and took a large sip before placing it by the side of her bed, and then she stripped her clothes from her body, stretching and arching her back to relieve the knot of muscles.
A work colleague had been suffering a lot of stress of the last few months, and had been visiting a therapy clinic for several weeks now.
She had been a wrung out woman of forty who looked like she was approaching sixty.
But since visiting this clinic she seemed to be a new woman; years younger and positively glowing.
“You should go!” she had advised Pippa. “They have all sorts of different therapy techniques, aromatherapy, hypnotherapy, counselling, and group therapy. There’s something for everyone.”
Pippa had looked at the leaflets she had been given, and had seriously thought about it. She had even walked over to the clinic itself, but had never gone inside. She didn’t know why, but something about the place, made her reluctant to enter.
Now standing naked in her bedroom she wondered if maybe she should go again, and this time actually go inside. She picked up her glass of wine and drained the contents.
Then she padded through to her bathroom and climbed slowly into the bath.
She let out a huge sigh of contentment as she dipped beneath the warm soapy water.
As she lay back against the cold surface of the bath, she closed her eyes and felt herself relaxing for the first time that day.
The water began to cool, and so she knew it was time to get out.
She wrapped a warm fluffy towel around her and went to collect her glass.
Having refilled it, she sat curled up in one of her armchairs sipping at the wine, letting her mind go blank, and listening to the needs of her body.
She remembered what she had done the night before, how she had undressed for her unseen spectator how she had touched herself.
‘You know that you enjoyed it.’
She placed the empty glass on the table and stood up.
It was dark by now as she walked back into her bedroom; the flat across from her was in darkness and looked empty still as she looked across.
She allowed her towel to slip from her body, and stood naked and waiting.
It was the faintest of movements, but suddenly she knew he was there.
Her hand drifted to her breast, but the barest flicker stilled her.
‘Lie down on your bed.’
“But you won’t be able see me.”
‘You want me to see you?’
She hesitated for a moment her thoughts in chaos.
“Yes!”
There was for a moment an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction.
‘Lie down on your bed, and I will come to you. You won’t see me, you won’t hear me or feel me, but you WILL know that I am with you.’
She moved across to her bed and lay back, allowing her natural inhibitions to fade away into the background.
She didn’t know how she knew he was there; a change in the air around her perhaps?
She didn’t know how she knew what he wanted of her.
She allowed her hand to glide down the swell of her breast tweaking and pinching gently at her nipples, this didn’t seem to be enough though so she pinched harder, twisting and stretching at them until they were hard and prominent and a very dark pink.
Her hand moved down to her clitoris to gently stroke herself making her wet and slippery.
Again these gentle ministrations didn’t seem to be enough so she rubbed harder and faster, her fingers going in deeper and beginning to penetrate.
As she fingered her throbbing swollen pussy she continued to stretch at her nipples, writhing on the bed and desperately searching the shadows of her room.
Her finger; first one, then two, then three of her fingers, entered her pussy fully, as she began to pump harder, and harder.
Her orgasm was so close now as she felt her muscles all tightening. Closer and closer as she frantically searched.
“Please!” she called out desperately.
The faintest flicker of movement, maybe a gust of a breeze, but it was enough to send her over the edge, enough to make her climax with a loud cry of pleasure.
She lay on the bed panting, and then suddenly she rolled over to flick on her light switch.
The light brightened the room destroying any shadows for a shadow-man to hide in.
The room was of course empty.
“I know he was here!” she whispered shakily. “I just know that he was!”
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