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The stalker, part 1.
Day 1.
You're enjoying lunch with your friend at your favorite café. After a while of friendly conversation and laughter, you notice a guy staring at you from across the room. Dark brown eyes, we'll groomed beard, highlighting the attractive shape of his face. Handsome for sure, but something about his intense stare makes you uncomfortable. As the conversation with your friend continues, you keep glancing over to him, and it seems like his eyes are glued to you. It's almost like he's right there in your personal space. You just can't shake that uncomfort.
As you're getting up to leave, you notice him scanning your entire body, focusing on every inch, almost as if he was undressing you with his intense eyes. You just want to leave.
Your friend and you are walking home, and conversation gets easier as you slowly relax again. You start to feel how tense your body actually was, but somehow his handsome face isn't leaving your mind either.
As you're hugging your friend, in front of your door, you see a tall guy at the end of the street, with a similar jacket to him and for a second you tense, but then you remind yourself. He was sitting in the restaurant when you left, so that's not him.
Day 4.
It's been a couple of days now since that incedent in the restaurant, and you're barely thinking about the guy. Until now. You just entered the bus to get home from work, and he's sitting there, staring at you. Immediately you feel that tension again. That uncomfort. His eyes just slicing through the air. It almost feels like his looks slice through your clothes, expose you. And even though you're so tense and uncomfortable you feel how your lap is starting to get a little bit wet. After all, he's an attractive man giving you all his attention.
As you walk to the door to exit at your stop, you notice how he gets up as well. Still staring up and down your beautiful body. He steps out of the bus a little bit after you and walks just a few meters behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back. His eyes on your butt. His eyes on your legs. You start walking faster, and faster, without turning around, you can still feel him behind you.
As you get closer to your door your heart starts beating faster and faster, you don't want him to know where you live, but you also don't want to look at him and accidentally signal something. But you turn around anyway, and you'd continue walking past your door if you had to. But he's gone.
You realize how stupid that was. He probably wasn't even looking at you.
As you enter your door, you turn around one more time, and from the corner of your eye, you see him standing on the other side of the road, behind a car. Staring at you.
"Fuck, it wasn't stupid, and now he knows where I live".. Your brain goes wild, your breath short, your heart rate explodes.
You come in and quickly want to close the blinds, but you just have to check - he is nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was just in your imagination?
Day 5.
You couldn't sleep all night. You're scared to open your blinds. Scared to leave the house. You call your friend to pick you up to go to work together. And as you leave the house, there is no sight of him. Neither in your favorite place for lunch, nor on your way home. You start to relax. As you open your mailbox, you find a letter with just a heart drawn on it. And inside a picture. A picture of you from the restaurant the other day.
What is happening? And why do you feel your lap getting warm, even though you're scared an uncomfortable?
Day 6.
Another night of rough sleep... But you carefully open the blinds in the morning. Noone there. You take a shower like every morning, walking back into your room with just a towel, you get dressed like always. Continously checking out side whether you see him, but Noone is there. Nothing on your way to work, or on your way home either. But your dread opening your letter box. Rightly so. Inside another letter. Another picture of you, in the towel from this morning. But even worse, he seemed to have taken a Polaroid and put his cock right next to it. Immediately you freeze. What a sick pervert?! You're tense, your heart is beating fast, and it takes you some time to realize, that you're completely wet. His cock is huge. And what a gorgeous shape, and even though you don't want to admit it, your body tells you different. Almost like in trance, you go inside, close the blinds and masturabte looking at his cock.
As you fall asleep you feel so ashamed and naughty considering what you just did...
Day 12
For almost a week now you haven't seen him. No pictures. Nothing. Maybe he got his fun and that's it. And even though you're still thinking about him, you start to let your guards down.
As you step out of the shower into your room, with open blinds and dressed with nothing but a towel, he stands right in front of you windows, staring at you.
You freeze. You wanna scream but you can't. You cannot move for what feels like an eternity. You notice his hands in his pocket is moving. There is a huge buldge in his pants. Suddenly you snap out of it and run back to the bathroom. "Fuck, what am I gonna do? Call the police? Call my friend?" you wait for 15 minutes and take a peak. He's gone. Immediately you run to the windows and close the blinds. "Okay, he's gone.. I can just go to work". You're so scared, yet so excited and turned on somehow. You don't even know where that comes from.
As you step into the bus, you see him again. He's staring at you, and next to him there is an empty seat. With a single head movement he signals you to sit down next to him. Your heart is pumping. Youre breathing fast, and you don't want to, but he seems to have so much control, you do it anyway.
As you sit down, he puts his hand on your knee. Immediately you start shivering. That mix of fear and excitement is thrilling. It's driving you crazy. He whispers in your ear: "you look cute in just a towel."
You blush, you're so embarrassed.
"but, aren't you a little old to wear pink panties?"
You're shocked. How would he know what kind of panties you wear? You closed the blinds! No way he could have known.
"Yes, I have cameras in your place".
He gets up, smiles at you for the first time. But not a kind smile. A devious smile. And leaves the bus. Leaving you in complete desperation. And fear, and somehow: excitement.