Sex Stalker (2 page)

“Thanks, Nat. Send her through.”

Ryan waited, feeling a touch nervous. A woman dressed in a dark blue suit jacket and matching skirt approached the office door. She knocked and entered. Ryan rose from his chair to greet her. Melanie came over to his desk and they briefly shook hands. She took a seat.

Melanie Mitchell looked to be around late twenties or very early thirties. She had shoulder-length straight blonde hair which framed her pretty face. Her light blue eyes looked at him with a curious glint and Ryan realized he was staring, his thoughts on other things besides business finance.

“So how can I be of assistance, Melanie?”

For the next twenty minutes Ryan focused on the job at hand, going through Melanie’s business plan for a proposed expansion of her cosmetics enterprise. Every so often his mind would wander, wondering whether this attractive young woman before him was the one responsible for the lewd messages. Then he would silently chastise himself and get his thinking back on track. This was purely business.

“You’ve put together a very sound and detailed business plan. What you propose sounds entirely feasible; especially considering your successful track record so far. Just a couple of things to consider.

When Ryan was through voicing his ideas, he leaned back in his chair, staring at her again.

“What?” Melanie wanted to know, smiling uncertainly. “You were looking at me that same way when I first arrived.”

Ryan shook his head. “Sorry. I was just wondering if we’ve met before. You seem familiar.”

Melanie briefly considered the possibility, then shook her head adamantly. “I don’t think so. You don’t look familiar to me at all. And I always remember faces.”

‘You’re probably right,” Ryan agreed. Melanie stood up to leave. Ryan got to his feet and they shook hands again. “Thanks for coming in.”

She smiled. “Thank you for your advice. I’ll make another appointment with you when I reach the next phase of the plan.”

When she’d gone and Ryan was alone again, he pondered the woman for a moment, then reached the conclusion that it was highly unlikely Melanie Mitchell was the one leaving him messages. He pulled the list of staff names starting with ‘M’ from his briefcase and studied it.

So what was the plan now? Go through the entire building in search of the six women on his list and try and meet them all? And say what? Are you the girl stalking me? Are you the woman who wants to take my cock down your throat?

Ryan sighed heavily. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do about it right now. At least not until his admirer made contact again.

He quickly logged onto Facebook before his next appointment and sent M a brief message.

“Who are you?” he typed and clicked
send
.

*  *  *

It was dark when Ryan got home that evening. Being a Friday he decided to eat out for a change, just choosing to have a roast dinner at the local golf club.

He checked his mailbox before going inside, but didn’t find any new notes from M. There had been nothing on his car windscreen at the end of the day either. Suddenly she’d gone quiet.

Before taking a shower he switched his computer on and checked his emails. Nothing. Now he felt like he was missing the attention. It was something to break up the monotony of his mundane life.

One day of messages and notes and then all over with? he wondered as he let the shower douse his head with warm water.

He soaped himself up, rinsed, turned off the taps and shook his head like a dog to dislodge the excess water from his hair. Stepping out onto a bath mat to towel off, Ryan glimpsed his naked image in the mirror above the vanity. He smiled at himself, patted his flat stomach and felt satisfied that he was still in pretty good shape for his age.

After leaving the bathroom he went into the bedroom and slipped into a white toweling bathrobe. A coffee was made and he went out onto the patio to drink it under the stars. No sooner had he sat down and got comfortable when his cell phone rang. He took one hurried sip of coffee and got up to answer it.

On the kitchen bench his phone vibrated as it belted out an Oasis ringtone. The LCD screen told him the call was from a private number.

He pressed the send button and put the phone to his ear. “Hello? Ryan speaking.”

There was a pause, then a soft, silken voice said, “Hi, Ryan.”

“Who’s this?” Ryan wanted to know, already pretty sure that it was his stalker.

“This is M,” the feminine voice crooned.

At least she’s female, he thought with some relief.

“But who are you really?” he insisted.

M ignored the question. “I want you to talk dirty to me, Ryan. Get me all horny and really, really wet.”

Ryan smiled. “I don’t even know you.”

“Do you have to know me to talk dirty to me?”

He was stumped for a second. “I don’t know. You obviously seem to know me.”

Silence. Then, “I’ve seen you around, but we don’t know each other. Talk dirty to me, Ryan.” She repeated. “I’m lying on my bed naked. Right now I’m running my free hand over my beautiful big breasts. Now I’m tracing a line down my stomach. Down further. My legs are spread wide apart. My pussy lips are open and waiting; waiting for you to touch them and taste them. My fingers are rubbing my clit now. It’s hard. I’m so aroused. I wish you were here so you could fuck my brains out.”

Ryan’s cock was like a steel rod in his underwear. He felt like whipping it out and beating off to her seductive voice and words. For now he refrained.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she urged gently.

“I’m, ah, at a loss for words. What do you want me to say?”

“Anything, so long as it’s dirty. Tell me how much you wanna fuck me.”

Ryan hesitated. He hadn’t done the phone sex thing in many years and felt kind of stupid talking dirty to a woman he’d never met. But then again, what did it matter? It sure beat spending yet another boring evening all alone.

“I want to fuck you,” he said.

She giggled. “Say it like you mean it.”

With his free hand Ryan started playing with his cock through his underwear and said into the phone, “I wanna fuck you. I want to slip my hard cock deep inside your hot, wet pussy.”

“That’s better. Would you like to go down on my pussy and taste my juices?”

“I’d love to sample your sweet juice, lick and suck on your clit and thrust my tongue deep inside your cunt.”

“Oh, God. That’s getting me there. I’m fingering my pussy now. It’s so wet. Your dirty talk is really getting me horny. Are you naked?”

“I’m wearing underwear and a bathrobe.”

“Take your clothes off.”

“Okay. Hang on.” Ryan put the phone down and slipped out of his robe and boxer shorts. His dick was hard and pointing towards the ceiling. He picked up the phone. “Okay. I’m completely naked now.”

“That’s better,” came the sensual reply. “Is your cock nice and hard?’

“Yes. I wish you were here so I could slip it inside you. I need some sex,” he said honestly.

“I know you do. So do I. Tomorrow night you will get to fuck me for real. Tonight we’re just going to fuck over the phone. Okay?”

“Okay,” Ryan found himself agreeing as if he wasn’t really in control of himself anymore. He had his cock in his hand now and was gently stroking it up and down.

“Imagine that your big, juicy cock is in my mouth right now. My wet tongue is licking your hard shaft while my lips are wrapped tightly around the head. Then I take it all the way into my mouth until it touches the back of my throat. Now I’m playing with your balls while I’m deep-throating your meat. You taste so good.”

Ryan pumped his cock faster. “I think we should have a sixty-niner.”

“That’s a good idea, Ryan.”

“You’re on top of me taking my cock down your throat like you said while your delicious pussy is sitting on my face. I thrust my tongue deep inside you, tasting you, drinking your honey.”

“And I start stroking your cock with my hand while I suck you harder and harder, getting all the more turned on by the feel of your tongue in my cunt. I get you almost to the point of climax, then I stop just in time and your tingles slowly subside.”

“Yeah, well I can’t cum yet. I have to fuck you first.”

“That’s right. I need your dick inside me now. My pussy is squirming, begging to be filled. She needs you. Right now. Deep inside me. Fill me up, Ryan. Fuck me, please!”

“Your pussy feels so hot and wet as a slide my cock inside you. You’re so tight. It feels fantastic. Can you feel me inside you?”

“God, yeah,” M replied, breathing heavily over the phone. “You’re in so deep. You feel so big. Fuck me hard, Ryan. Make me cum all over your beautiful cock.”

Standing there on the tiles near the kitchen, Ryan wanked his cock faster. Pre cum was dribbling from the tip, dripping onto the floor.

“What position do you want to be in?” he asked M.

“Just fuck me on top. I wanna kiss you and touch your chest as you give it to me.”

“Okay,” he began, his breaths becoming more shallow as his excitement grew, “my tongue is in your mouth. Our lips are pressed hard together. Your mouth tastes incredible. My cock is buried deep in your cunt. I keep thrusting into you; harder, faster, deeper. Your nails dig into my back as I pound you into the bed. I wanna make you cum. I want you to explode.

“I can’t seem to get my tongue deep enough into your mouth. I’m so hungry for you. Our kissing is really wet and heated now. Your hips are thrusting off the mattress to meet my every stroke. My cock is hammering into the end of your tunnel. Your clitoris is getting rubbed hard as our bodies slam and grind together. I can sense you’re getting really close now. You want to cum. You need to cum-”

M squealed with delight over the phone. Her breathing was loud in his ear. She moaned and panted some more, followed by another squeal. Then just ragged breathing.

“You just made me orgasm for real, Ryan,” she told him the obvious.

Ryan was flogging his cock hard now. “Tell me how it felt. I want to cum while I listen to you telling me how good it was.”

“It was fantastic. Mind-blowing. You’re a great lover, Ryan. Your cock is so big and hard. You got me so fucking wet just now. It almost felt like you were really fucking me. I could feel your cock slamming into my hole, in and out, faster and faster. It didn’t take me long to cream my juice all over my bed.

“Tomorrow night it’ll all be real. I’m gonna take your cock into my mouth and suck you so hard, Ryan. Then I’m gonna give you the ride of your life. My pussy will be bouncing up and down on your hard shaft.”

“I’m gonna cum,” he told her.

Ryan’s hand was a blur as he went for gold. His body tensed. Tingles sent shivers through him. His cock stiffened further, then the first shot of cum exploded from the head of his cock and landed on the tiles five feet from him. The second shot went even further. He kept on ejaculating until a dozen shots of cum were splattered in wet patches on the floor.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed into the phone when he was done. “That was intense.”

“Did you explode your juice everywhere?’ M asked.

“Yes. All over my kitchen floor.”

She giggled. “That’ll take some cleaning up. Don’t worry, tomorrow night you won’t be coming on your kitchen floor. You’ll be doing that inside my pussy.”

Ryan felt very relaxed now after his climax, but keener than ever for the real thing. “Where will I meet you?” he asked her.

“Patience,” she told him. “I’ll message you on Facebook later tonight with instructions. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The phone clicked in his ear. M was gone.

Ryan put the phone on the bench and grabbed a roll of paper towel from a kitchen cupboard. After mopping up the mess he’d made, he put his clothes back on, made a fresh cup of coffee and went back outside to drink it.

As he gazed up at the stars that twinkled brightly in a black, moonless sky, his mind went over what had just happened. The phone call had really got him turned on and, stalker or not, he was keen as hell to meet M in the flesh. Right now his life wasn’t boring, and that had to be a good thing. He sipped some coffee.

“I still don’t know who she is,” he said softly to himself. “Guess I’ll find out tomorrow night.”

His hormones were racing for the rest of the evening, licentious thoughts flickering through his mind like snippets from a dirty movie. Periodically his cock would spring to life, eager for some action. Real action. It had been a while. So long he’d almost forgotten what sex actually felt like.

Was this woman someone at work? Was she a past client? An acquaintance? A friend of a friend? Did it even matter? Did he have to know her or know who she was? They were going to meet for sex, and if that’s what they both wanted, did anything else even really matter at the end of the day?

After he finished his third coffee he ducked inside to check his emails. A couple of work related messages. Nothing from M yet.

Ryan paced the living room floor, feeling a little impatient now. Coffee probably wasn’t helping. He went into the kitchen and poured a shot of bourbon and downed it, then followed it up with another. The liquor seared his throat but it felt good. Warmed him.

It was now midnight and Ryan had just about given up and gone to bed when M finally sent him the Facebook message. It read:

Come to the Red Lion Motel tomorrow night at nine PM. Room One. M.

The message said nothing else.

Ryan knew the motel. It was on the outskirts of town in the foothills of the nearby mountains. So he was finally going to get to meet her in the flesh. What would she look like? he wondered. Her voice over the phone was extremely sexy. That didn’t guarantee her looks would match her voice though.

So she wanted a dirty night in an out-of-town motel. As he’d thought the day before, he was double-minded as to whether he should be excited or a little concerned. He didn’t know this person and she could be leading him into anything.

Ryan forced the negativity from his mind and concentrated instead on the excitement factor. He had no enemies and didn’t foresee an plausible reason why M would be planning anything else for him other than a night of hot sex. Why she’d chosen him for sex, he didn’t yet know. Maybe he never would know the answer to that?