I liked that I could get him to submit to me. To do things how I like them.
Soon I'd lured him outside and we were discussing him coming home with me.
We agreed he should follow me in his car.
I don't want him thinking he can stay until I give him a ride. I shuddered at the thought.
I liked my men to leave as soon as I was done with them.
I was eyeballing the man's hard chest and was betting he'd have the abs of an athlete. I imagined myself feeling him already. Perhaps riding him so I could control the speed.
Work out some of the soreness of late.
I was hoping that a toss in my sheets would end whatever subconscious haunting I had going on.
Too long without a good fucking, probably.
***
I handed him the napkin with my address on it.
No number. I don't give out my phone number.
But just as the handsome bit of green eyed, red-haired, Real Estate Agent was about to turn away, he suddenly focused on a point behind me and above my head.
His jaw gaped and he went white as a sheet.
I turned and looked but saw nothing other than what may've been a lighter getting blown out just behind me.
A quick flare of orange which was there and then gone.
I squinted as my brown eyes adjusted but there didn't seem to be anything there.
When I looked back forward my Real Estate Agent was nearly to the Parking Lot. At a dead run. I frowned, wondering if he was high.
Probably popped a pill or two before we came out.
I deflated a little. Having the distinct feeling that he'd just gotten scared off and wouldn't be showing up at my house to soothe the building ache I was already dealing with.
A couple dance with him had me wanting to the feel of a man.
I watched him yanking the door open of a yellow Corvette in his panic.
Oh. Probably had money. I blew a disheartened breath.
***
Returning inside I told the girls by and headed out to go home. Hopping in my car I aimed for my house, intent on seeing if the boy would muster enough courage to show up at my door yet.
I walked in and left the door unlocked in case my guest arrived. Kicking off my heels next to the door and padding barefoot to the kitchen where I tugged my favorite bottle of wine from the fridge. Tugging out the dislodged cork and setting it on my counter as I poured a glass in a skinny wine cup.
Swirling it thoughtfully, I moved my curtain aside and peered at the road.
No, yellow Corvette. Surprise, surprise.
But I did notice a hazy outline standing outside the Thomas house. In the driveway. And it appeared to be turned, staring back at me.
From the uncommon height it was clear to see it was my seven-foot-tall pirate man in slacks.
I stepped aside and let the curtain fall. Catching my breath.
What are you? Some high school student, with a crush? I chided myself. Since when was I shy?
I never had been. Not a day in my life.
The man was hellacious intriguing.
I want him. I could admit it, in my most personal thoughts.
Thinking of his huge height and how powerful he'd feel with that toned, hard body, I found myself shifting my hips to rub my thighs together, trying to appease the hungry ache forming.
The one my Real Estate Agent had started but thoughts of the neighbor have heightened.
***
I went to my room and found myself retrieving the bigger vibrator. Set on defying that ache.
And working out the soreness.
I lifted my dress enough to kick out of the tiny thong I wore beneath it. Tossing it in the hamper over my shoulder, without looking. Before opening my legs and rubbing the toy along my warm slit. It was already slick.
But despite my efforts I couldn't get the right angle in the tight dress, so I rolled onto the bed and turned onto my back. Legs dangling over the foot of the bed as I stroked along my entrance with the tip. Teasing myself. My other hand cupped my breast and began working it in slow circles.
I thought of that neighbor coming over. Wanting to talk. Then after some conversation, giving my body a length once over.
That look men do when they're craving...
Then I'd take his hand and bring him in here. Start pushing off his clothes and put him on his back on my bed and start to lower over him.
In my fantasy he'd be totally submissive. Holding the edges of my big bed to keep from rising into me, because when he did. I'd pull off and then only lower onto the tip. Rising and dipping just that much until he was desperate for more.
I turned the toy to press it in. My eyes closed and my lips parted when the toy was yanked from my hand and thudded against the wall.
I sat up and was shoved back to the bed. I stared up at a shadow in the dark and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to what I was seeing.
It was a giant ghost like shadow. Too wide and billowy to be a person.
The thing haunting me.
My chest clenched and I felt a scream building, but my tongue suddenly felt too big in my mouth to allow any sound past. I could breathe but couldn't talk.
I shook my head in panic and tried to scurry up my bed, but it snatched my ankles in a biting grip. Long fingers which entirely wrapped the joint, methodically pulled me back down until my knees were bent over the edge of my high bed.
The shadow stood between them. Aimed for my pussy already and I was wearing no underwear, no pants. Nothing that could prove some manner of barrier.
"Who are you?" I mumbled around my thickened tongue. Only making garbled noises.
"You should know. You've been summoning me." It was an echoing, bassy voice that seemed to make the walls in my room shake. Rippling over my skin and making me goosebump.
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