Chapter Three
(He's still out there! waiting for her and watching her.)
She went to work the following morning, her thoughts in chaos and her emotions in turmoil.
Nancy, - her assistant and work colleague, looked at her preoccupied expression and raised a brow in silent query.
Pippa pretended not to see.
“Did you ever get around to visiting that therapy clinic I told you about?” Nancy asked instead.
Pippa shook her head. “No. I did walk past once or twice, but I have to say that I didn’t like the look of the place, so I never went inside.”
“It’s just a building like any other,” Nancy shrugged. “It’s what’s inside that counts; and I promise you that if you do go inside, then you won’t regret it.” Nancy brown eyes lit up with enthusiasm; and her smile, was bright and carefree.
Pippa looked at her fifty something workmate with more than a little envy. She really did look well, not at all like the stressed out withered old woman who had been ditched and abandoned after thirty years of marriage; for a younger woman.
“I have to say that whatever you’ve been doing certainly seems to be agreeing with you.” Pippa acknowledged reluctantly.
“And it will agree with you as well!”
“I’ll think about it!”
Nancy realised that the discussion was over and her shoulders slumped with disappointment.
“You think too much, that half the problem!” she muttered under her breath as she sat down opposite her boss waiting to take notes on anything that Pippa wanted her to take notes on.
**
She left the office early in the evening. Long after Nancy had packed up for the day, and long after most others who shared the office block.
The sky was just starting to darken on this autumn evening, as she walked down the busy road.
On impulse she turned off and made her way to the clinic that Nancy kept raving on about.
She stood staring up at the grey soulless building. ‘I WILL go in! I WILL go and talk to someone!’
She glanced at her watch. Eight o’clock! It was totally dark by now and most certainly that clinic would be closed for the day.
She hurried down the street wondering where the time had fled to.
**
She entered her cold dark flat stripping mindlessly as she went.
At her bedroom window she glanced across and stopped.
‘Finish undressing.’
Her hand shaking she complied.
‘Lie face down on your bed, spread your legs wide for me and pretend that I am with you, touching you, licking you, on you. In you.’
The room was still dark as she moved across to her bed.
She didn’t even think any more. Not about the fact that she was doing these thing for someone who wasn’t there. Not about the fact that she heard his voice inside her head.
She lay limp and submissive waiting for whatever was to come.
The air around her moved a little and she tensed.
“Are you there?” she whispered shakily.
‘Lie still and relax. You can’t see me or hear me. You will imagine that I am stroking your body.’
It was the softest and lightest of touches, as though a butterfly floated down her back gently beating its wings against her soft sensitive skin.
Pippa groaned as she arched trying to feel more of that ghostlike touch.
The stroking stopped immediately and Pippa fell back with a little sob.
“Please!” she whimpered.
The feeling returned, but this time on the back of her legs. Gliding up her calf, and the back of her knees, up her thighs, but now the touch veered off to slide between her legs just as it neared her buttocks.
Pippa instinctively parted her thighs, and was rewarded by the touch sliding between to stroke her throbbing aching pussy.
It felt like....,
Pippa frowned in the darkness as the ghostlike fingers pushed into her; deep and hard, and mercilessly.
It felt as though....,
She shook her head and tried to raise herself up and turn in the unlit room.
A gentle weight pressed her down on the bed, and Pippa felt like someone was licking her skin, long sweeping and wet with the occasional nibble which sent tremors shooting through her body.
The gloved fingers that moved inside her, continued to pump her, and finger her and drive her to that orgasm that hovered on the horizon of her desire.
The fabric was smooth and cool, - surgical gloves?
Pippa lay there being violated by that insubstantial figure.
‘You won’t see me.’
“Please!” Pippa arched as she again tried to look up as her muscles clamped around those nonexistent fingers.
Her orgasm hit her as she caught the faint flash of white and her eyes closed in the heat of the moment.
As soon as it was over she sat up and switched on the light.
“You’re there!” she called out to the empty room. “I know that you are there!”
Silence was her only response.
She lay back and curled into a protective ball, hugging at her knees as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “I know that you were there!” she whispered.
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