Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Jesus, it’s only 8:00 a.m. These little screwballs either started early today or have been up all night partying. Neither would surprise me.
Some guys laying brick down the block give them the eye, watching as they take selfies and pose for TikTok videos. They look like a pack of hungry hyenas, foaming at the mouth as the squad passes by.
I can’t even remember a time when I’d be interested in a single one of those girls.
The only girl that interests me has just gone into the shower. I know that not because she told me or because I’m waiting for her. I know because I’ve been watching her from where I’m parked across the street from her apartment building.
Penelope. The girl of my dreams.
You’ll never learn, will you? You have to close your right bedroom curtain over the left curtain or it will leave a gap that any creep could just look into to get a view of you and your beautiful body. Any creep like me…
Penelope. My angel.
My painful addiction.
My obsession with Penelope began two months ago, and ever since then, it’s just dug deeper and deeper into my soul, embedding itself there like an immovable anchor.
The first time I saw her eyes…they possessed me. Captured me like no woman ever has. Since then, I’ve been following her every move–from a distance, of course. No need to scare her.
Even if she knew what I was doing, Penelope would never report me to the police. Because she needs me.
I know it, and so does she. I’m the only man on this Earth who has what she needs, and the time has finally come, today, for me to give it to her.
I see the light go off in her bathroom and lift my binoculars to my eyes.
Through the gap in the curtains, I catch a glimpse of her bare body. Her perky breasts, the feminine curve of her hips that sweeps down to the most seductive set of legs I’ve ever seen.
I’m hard in an instant. Blood pumps to my cock, forcing me to unbutton my jeans to alleviate some of the pressure.
“God. Look at you, gorgeous…”
I’m hooked on her. Controlled by her every move.
At 33 years old, I’m nearly twice her age, but so what? Girls love older guys. Especially when all the ones their age these days look like a bunch of pre-pubescent pop-star wannabes.
I could have gone up to her weeks ago and simply asked her out. She would have said yes.
But that would be wrong. That’s not what Penelope wants, or more importantly, what she needs.
And I will give Penelope what she needs.
I peer through my binoculars as she dresses.
Does my behavior lately make me a stalker?
Most definitely.
Do I give a damn?
Definitely not.
It’s not my fault; it’s Penelope’s. She’s the one who set the initial spark to this entire situation. If anyone’s to blame here, it’s her.
Penelope moves out of my eyeline, and I feel a rush of anger and loss. I feel it every time I’m away from her, but it’s becoming harder and harder to subdue. I know I’ll see her again soon and begin to gently rub myself through my jeans, careful not to bring myself to completion as I picture the countless times I’ve glimpsed her naked body through that tiny little gap in her curtains.
It’s only a few minutes later before she emerges from her apartment, but those few minutes are torture. Not having Penelope in my sight is pure hell.
A smile crosses my lips when I see she’s got her hiking gear with her and is dressed for the outdoors.
Just as I predicted.
I knew you’d go out into the woods today, you naughty little girl.
I’ve been keeping track of Penelope’s work schedule, and today is her day off. I know she loves hiking, so when I saw her grab her backpack out of the closet last night, it wasn’t hard to deduce what her Saturday plans would be.
My eyes trace every inch of her body as she walks to her car. She’s wearing black stretch pants that look like they’ve been painted onto her beautiful legs, and as she bends over to put her bag in the back seat, I get an eyeful of her perfectly sculpted ass.
More blood cells pump down between my legs, engorging my manhood even more.
I can’t get enough of her.
I watch as she backs out of her driveway. I wait, then slowly pull out of the alley where I’ve been parked and begin following her.
I glance over at the coil of rope sitting on the seat next to me and grin, feeling a rush of adrenaline that causes me to lick my lips with excitement.
Today is the day.
Today I claim Penelope as mine.
I play out what’s going to happen in my mind for the entire twenty-minute drive out of town to the parking area below the trails where Penelope will be hiking today. I watch her pull in, drive up the road a bit, and double back. Once she’s safely out of her car and has gone into the woods, I pull into the lot.