Watch Me

The woods are creepy here.

Why didn't I take my flashlight?

Oh, right, because it was dead and no one thinks to charge it but me.

My two dogs yank me back to attention, hunting some poor frog or bug in the darkness. We had to move here last month. We had nowhere else to go when my life imploded and we were suddenly homeless. It's creepy as fuck but it's better than the damn hotel. Having to bring my kids to a hotel so we didn't have to sleep in my car was the lowest I've ever felt in life. But we're okay, we're somewhat settled. Well, they are.

I've been unsettled the last few weeks since we moved here.

The first time I felt like I was being watched, I was scared out of my mind. Horrifying images of bears, wolves, or big cats ran through my mind as I peered into the woods like I could see into the blackness. My dogs didn't seem bothered, which helped me calm down some. If they weren't agitated or even reacting to the phantom eyes I felt, why should I be practicing karate chops? But the whole way home I kept looking back.

There's something wrong with me. I'm fully aware of it, although I seem to be getting worse, not better. I always knew my imagination would run amuck one day, and I think we've made it to that point. It's the only way I can explain why I feel like I'm being watched... but I like it. I wore these tiny shorts on purpose, just in case I have a shadow who likes to look at me. Maybe I can tempt him to do more than watch.

I'm fairly certain he's there. He likes to watch when I'm alone out here. Sometimes I see movement, but everything is still and quiet when I try to find him. Maybe imagining him there is just as good. I know I make myself cum almost nightly to thoughts of my shadow watching. Taking. Giving.

I'm not married but I'm not single. I've been with him for 20 years. Things are complicated. Sometimes I feel invisible. Like I'm withering away. Just waiting for someone to SEE me. Give me what I need and take all I have to give.

My shadow sees me. He watches me cry, too. He watches me stare into the trees, wishing someone would take me. Take me out of my head, let me be free.

I finish the dogs' walk and put them away for the night. Then I go for another walk. Because I'm crazy, but we already established that.

I wore these clothes for him. Tiny shorts and a tank top that shows off my large tits and tight nipples. I want him to see. I want him to want me. I want to be enough for him, since I'm never enough for anyone else. Maybe since he watches me, he already thinks I am enough.

The night falls silent as I walk straight into the woods. I don't care anymore. I want to know if I'm just crazy or if someone is there. I see movement and turn in that direction. Nothing.

I keep going, starting to feel really silly. This is stupid. There's no one here. It's chilly. I'm going back.

As I start back, I hear it. A low whistle, just a whisper of sound, and it freezes me. I try to control my breathing, which is trying to speed up and get way too loud.

To my left, I see movement again. This time it doesn't disappear immediately. He's here. And moving toward me. I turn and see him. Finally.

He's wearing a dark mask that covers everything but his eyes. In the dark, his eyes look black. He's big. Very big. He walks toward me, and I have to crane my neck far back to keep his face in my sight. He's scary and beautiful. Menacing and silent. Will he speak? Will he touch? Please touch me.

He stops a few feet away, not quite touching distance. But with his size, it wouldn't take much to grab me. I don't think he's going to speak, he's just watching me. And I'm watching him.

Surprising me, he says, "You should go home now." His voice is low and gravelly. Rough and sexy.

"Why?" I ask.

"There are things in these woods that will hurt you," he says quietly.

"Like you?"

"Worse, butterfly. Worse than me,"

Butterfly? Oh. That's... that's amazing. Why does he call me that? I almost preen because he gave me a nickname. Awww!

Focus!

"I came here to find you." I barely say the words out loud.

He steps closer, so close I can smell him. He smells like amber and rain. Like the night air that promises a storm. A storm I can see brewing in his eyes.

"That was probably a mistake," he whispers.

"We'll see," I whisper back. I turn away from him, going back in the direction of my house. I want to see what he does.

I walk a few steps and glance back. His eyes are on my ass. So I bend over and pretend to fix my shoe.

I stand back up when I hear a low growl. By the time I'm upright, he's right behind me. I didn't even hear him move. He's so close I can feel the heat radiating from him, warming my entire back. I feel his breath on my neck, and the ghost of his touch along the curve of my ass where my shorts end.

"You're pushing me, butterfly. I've been watching this ass for weeks and here you are, waving it in my face."

"Here I am, shadow. What will you do with me?"

"Whatever I want," he says roughly. He collars me with his hand on my throat. God help me, I melt. Melt right into his heat, leaning back on him. I stretch my neck, inviting him to take more. His other hand rises to cup my breast, running his thumb over my rock hard nipple. I moan, pressing my ass against his cock, which is hard as stone on the small of my back.

He growls again, tightening his grip on my throat and grinding his cock against me.

The hand on my breast moves down to cup my pussy possessively. "Is my pussy wet for me already?"

"Yes" I moan, totally blitzed out on him, this moment. His fingers slide into my shorts, feeling my dripping cunt that's ready for him.

"Hmm, what a naughty girl. Out here with me while your man sleeps obliviously. He deserves this, letting you go out at night alone all the fucking time." He turns me around and pushes me against a wide tree.

I look up at him, raising my hands to finally touch him. His chest is hard. Solid muscle greets my fingertips, twitching as I touch him. His hands come up and stop me from touching more. "Not yet. I've been waiting so long to touch you. If you touch me too, I'll lose control too quickly."

I want him to lose control. I want the animal I can see in his eyes. But I can be patient. I can be a good girl. Maybe.

"I can see the brat wants to come out. I'll deal with her too but right now you need to be a good girl for me." His words cause another rush of wetness to soak my shorts. He inhales deeply, like he can smell it. He pushes the bottom of his mask up to expose his lush mouth.

"Mhmm, my good girl likes that," he says against my lips. Not quite a kiss, but the threat of one that will fuck up my world.

He pushes my hands up above my head, looking at me so I know he wants me to keep them there. Satisfied, he brings his hands to my face and traces them down my throat to my neck. Across my collarbones to circle my nipples.

"Such beautiful tits. I've been watching these too, thinking about all the wonderful things I can do to them. I want to fuck them too. I bet I can make you cum just from playing with them. I can tell how sensitive they are, butterfly."

My eyes close, reveling in the feeling. They are very sensitive, though I have no idea how he knows that. He runs circles around my tight nipples, not quite touching where I need it. He brings his mouth to my neck, breathing on the sensitive skin while he plays with my tits.

"What would he think if he saw you like this? At my mercy, giving yourself to me?"

I can't answer, because I don't care. My man barely touches me. I haven't been fucked in over a year, haven't cum in weeks. My knees are already weak.

"Please," I say. "He doesn't want me "

"Then he's a fool. And I'm not a good person. So I'm taking you."

He pulls my top down and my tits bounce out. He groans, pinching my nipples. He bends and sucks one into his mouth, grabbing the other and playing with the nipple. I cry out, wanting to cum just from that. He flicks my nipple rapidly with his tongue and then sucks it again. My nipples are so tight they feel like glass. The tugs pull straight on my clit, sending fire through me.

"Mm fuck, these are perfect. Dammit." He adjusts himself, clearly affected by what he's doing. His cock looks huge and I want to taste it. He sees me staring and says, "Not yet baby, but soon. Be my patient girl."

He gets to his knees and looks up at me. "Let me see this pretty pussy, butterfly." He widens my legs and pulls my shorts to the side. "Just like that," he says roughly. "Beautiful just like I knew it would be. What a pretty, neglected pussy. Just for me."

He licks my folds, groaning as he does. "Fuck yes, you're so sweet. My sweet candy pussy." He licks again with the flat of his tongue, rougher this time. He pushes his wide shoulders into the vee of my legs, impatient to get at my cunt. He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and goes back in for me. This time he sucks my clit into his mouth and sucks like he sucked my nipple. Slow and soft alternates with firm and fast. My head spins, unbelieving that this is happening. I'm about to cum all over my stalker's face. And I still don't care.

He pushes two fingers into my sopping pussy, grunting "Fuck, you're tight baby. What is he doing with this perfect pussy?"

"Nothing," I answer.

"Let me have it, then."

"It's yours." I breathe out the words.

He fingers me, finding the spot inside me that makes my eyes cross. He sucks my clit again, the slow suckling causing an explosion of an orgasm. I squirt on his face, shocking both of us.

"Oh butterfly, what a gift you've given me." His eyes are wild now, and I can see some green around his blown out pupils. "Have you ever done that before?"

"N-no. Is it a bad thing?" I'm slightly horrified at the mess I made.

"No baby, nothing you do is bad. I'll proudly wear your cum all over me. I probably wont shower today so I can keep you with me as long as possible."

My little fucked up heart just pounds hearing that. My sweet shadow wants me that bad.

He stands up, breathing heavily and looking wild. "I'm so hard for you butterfly. See what you do to me?"

I look down, seeing the massive bulge in his pants. I palm him, mapping out that cock that has to be fucking gorgeous. He's hot and so hard, pushing into my hand and growling.

"Fix it, butterfly. You caused this. Fix it. Now." He fusses at me, adorably frustrated.

I go to my knees, my tits still out. I look up at him, giving him my prettiest eyes. "Ok daddy, I'll fix it." Oh boy, that did it. I see him go rigid, his cock pulsing in front of me.

"Taste it. Suck it for daddy, baby. Fuck, you're perfect."

I get to taste him! I grab my prize, feeling the thickness and the veins. I trace them with my tongue, teasing him a little. His hisses and growls satisfy me immensely. My shadow will come undone for me, and me only. I cup his balls as I suck him down as far as I can.

"Fuck! Oh fuck." He groans, fucking my face and pushing back to my throat. I gag on him, my eyes watering. I push through it, too satisfied by the sounds he's making to worry about a little thing like breathing.

"My good girl. My good fucking girl. Fuck! Your mouth is sinful, but this is not how I want to cum." He pulls out of my mouth, shushing me when I whine. I'd like to try cock warming with him, I think we'd both enjoy it. Later, though.

He turns me around to face the tree, bending me over and putting my hands up so I'm stable. I can feel the night air on my pussy and asshole. I know he can see it all, and he takes a moment to admire. "Mm this is all mine, baby. I'm going to taste again before I claim you."

He kneels again and rubs his hands over my ass and hips, pushing my back into a sharper curve that opens me up even more. He pushes his face in, licking me from my clit to my ass. "Oh fuck baby, I can't get enough." He sucks my pussy lips, a rhythmic pull that makes my legs want to collapse.

He stands back up, seemingly impatient now. My poor shadow needs to cum. I want all of his cum. It's mine.

"Yours, huh?" He laughs low and sexy.

Fuck, I guess I said that out loud.

"Yes. It's mine. Give it to me."

"Of course, butterfly. It's yours. Only yours."

He leaves me bent over and fits his cock to my pussy entrance. He takes me with one thrust, causing me to go onto my toes. I gasp, so full.

He pauses, letting me adjust. He reaches around and pulls on my nipples very lightly. One hand comes down to play with my clit.

"You're going to cum on my cock. Then I'm going to fill you and send you home to your husband."

Fuck me, this man. I'm ruined. I love it.

He starts to move, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting all the way back in. I can feel him so deep, all I can feel is him.

His hands hold my hips, pushing my back down so that it arches more. Then he ruts me, hitting a spot that I've never felt before. I see stars, drunk on him. He finds the rhythm he wants, fucking so deep that my eyes roll back. "Fuck baby, this pussy is heaven. I'm gonna fill you up and make you feel me for days."

He cups my tits again, keeping his rhythm while pulling on my nipples. I cry out, knowing im going to cum soon. "Please!" I cry.

"Please what, butterfly. Please what?"

"Make me cum. Give me your cum. I need it!"

"Fuck, I can't hold out. Cum for me baby, all over me."

He pinches my clit and my nipple at the same time and thrusts hard into me. I explode all over him, screaming out into the dark woods. My eyes roll back and I fly into the void. He rides me through my orgasm, murmuring praise that melts me.

"My sweet girl, so beautiful cumming for me. I can feel you dripping. My good girl, fuck."

He speeds up, now chasing his own orgasm. His grunts and curses fill my ears, his thrusts becoming wilder and out of rhythm. I push my ass out more, fucking him while he fucks me. I squeeze his cock with my pussy and he growls.

"Fucking hell baby, you're making me cum. Fuck!"

He cums violently, growling and gripping my hips so hard I know it'll bruise. I'll wear the bruises proudly and admire them every time I see them. He rides out his orgasm, still pumping into me. Fuck, he's got to be a good dancer too with those devastating hip motions.

When I'm full of his cum and blissfully satisfied, he pulls out and slaps my ass. Turns me around and kisses me, finally gracing my lips with his surprisingly soft ones. "Time to go home, baby. You get up so early."

"How do you know that?" I ask.

He smiles at me, fixing my top and pushing back my hair. "I know. Now go butterfly, I'll see you soon."

I reluctantly go, hoping to see him tomorrow.

I don't see him the next day, and I'm disappointed. However, I do see my neighbor for the first time. He rides a motorcycle. He rode down the street when I was walking the dogs a couple days later. He's a big guy, intimidating, but he doesn't say anything. As he goes past, I look up.

Into dark green eyes. He winks.

Wait...