Jon had watched Terry for close to a year obsessed with everything she did teaching her routines as if they had become his own. He had talent and strength as well as courage except when it came to Terry, she created emotions in his soul that frightened him. Words to make a conversation with her or even say hello stuck in his throat as he waited where he knew she would soon be going past. Her looks haunted his dreams, filled his fansasies with a hunger to have her. Possess her in body mind and spirit no matter what the cost, even the though, of her rejecting him made his blood rise hot.
As Terry approached up the path throw the park Jon watched her every movement not letting her notice his exploring eyes. The creamy color of her skin soothed his soul, her freckles delighted his heart, a special individuality that made her somehow more desirable in his eyes. The soft pink fullness of her lips sent his heart racing, her full firm breasts standing firmm and proud into her tee shirt. His breathing so labored it made his chest ache as he studied her smooth belly. Hips that swayed gently in a motion so much like a song in nature.
His cock swelled uncontrollably noticing how perfectly the thin cotton pants molded to her public mound, as if he could visualize her fertile ripe womanhood nestled softly in the comfort of her panties. As hard as he tried he couldn’t bring himself to speak, the thought she may reject him would be devastating. The delightful wiggle of her bottom as she passed sent a hot rush down to his groin as he slowly followed her at a distance. Little of his time was used for anything except learning more about Terry, listening in on conversations when the opportunity allowed.
Watching her from a distance during the day, much closer in the shadows at night. He had found every secluded vantage point in the shrubbery around her house to watch her throw the windows afterr dark. Grateful that she never thought to pull the shades when she went to her bedroom, so he could move to within only a few feet of her without her knowing. The bath that lay just off the back of her room never closing the door so he could watch as she showed and dressed for bed.
As Terry walked around the room in her thin sheer nighty Jon could feel his cock struggle for freedom in his pants. He had no intention of easing his cock’s torque, he had learned to thrive on aching desire for Terry. The more it hurt the more he wanted her and the more desperate courage grew to get closer. He waited an hour after the light went out in her room knowing she was fast wait. He had studied the house well knowing the dim night lights she always left on made it easy to see inside.
He walked up to the back door slowly trying the knob to see if it was locked, the latch clicked gently under his hand pushing it quietly open. Jon steppedinside and closed the door, on tip toe he moved to her door. It was open, he could her relaxed breaths as she slept assuring him she was sound sleep. He found the laundry basket fumbling around until he found her freshly wound panties and her bra slipping them into his pocket. Jon moved back near the bed watching her sleep, her breasts rising and falling with each breath as he leaned down over her.
His senses being filled with her scents, the jasmine body splash from her shower so deliciously teasing his arousal. The moist warm fragment that drifted up from her womanhood mildly tinged with her sexual essence. Jon rubbed his powerful erection knowing if he wanted he could easily overpower her and take her now. He backed away quietly as Terry snuggled her peaceful body into the bed and surprised. Softly Jon slipped out the back door shutting it gently making his way in the shadows back across the street to his house.
As soon as he was inside he took her panties and bra from his pocket undressed and went to his bed. When he turned the lights off he lay back on the pillow holding her clothes to his face inhaling her sweet scents. He held the lacy bra in his hand putting the crotch of her panties over his face. The lingering essence of Terry’s silky juices making him tremble with desire, fantasizing it was her perfect body nestling against his oral hunger giving her self to him unconditionally.
When he awoke he hid her clothes under his pillow, quickly taking a shower knowing soon Terry would be going out. Jon was waiting in the park for Terry to pass by again wondering would today be the day he found the courage to speak? Or would he wait for tonight when she was fast wait in her bed?
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