Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 10- Ryder

She is going to kill me with this shit.
First earlier today when she stretched her pretty body out right in front of the window...

Then going out to the gym,
God the way her ass looked in those leggings almost gave me a stroke.
I had to stop myself from shooting every man in the building for being in her presence.
I'm loosing my mind here.

And now... when she stepped out of that fucking bathroom.
My jaw dropped.
She was a fucking goddess.

Only in a tiny black thong and a bra that pushed her tits together perfectly.
They had a soft lace trim on them, fitting her body so damn nice.
Who are you wearing this shit for doll? Hm?

I couldn't even bring myself to worry about that at the moment with how fucking hard my cock is at the sight of her.
She has her hair up in a bun with a few strands falling along her face.
Fucking perfect.

I watch greedily as she massages her lotion all over her body, almost in fucking slow motion. Like she's my own personal fucking fantasy.
She is.

What I wouldn't give to have my hands all over her, eating her sweet pussy out till she cums on my face.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

My jaw clenches as she turns around, bending over to grab some clothes for work.
Giving me a perfect view of her ass in that little thong. God damn.

I stare as she slides on a pair of black pants and a tight black tank top. She even puts on a bit of makeup today.
Not that she fucking needs any.

She strolls out of the house minutes later, a big smile on her face.
I wonder what has her smiling so much lately...
I want to be the one that makes her smile.
Me.

I get into my car a few moments after she leaves for work, driving myself over to the bar.
The view of her in that black set just keeps replaying in my mind like a fucking movie.
I can't stop it if I wanted to.

I've been waiting in my car outside her work for 45 minutes begging my dick to calm the fuck down.

When I finally collect myself, I make my way inside.
Her eyes move up to me for a moment, and I swear there's a smirk on her face when she sees me.
This little fucking temptress.

There's already a few people at the bar and I go take a seat on one of the barstools.
I patiently wait, watching as she makes a few drinks before making her way over to me with a smile.

"Hey there" she grins at me "Jack and Coke?" She asks, and I smirk widely.
She remembers
"That sounds perfect doll" i reply smoothly.

I remembered she liked that the other night...
I can see the soft blush on her cheeks before she turns away, and my smile widens.
My girl is so responsive... I love it.

She hands me my drink moments later and I thank her before she goes back to work.
I watch with admiration as she glides around the bar easily, handling any rowdy guests.

It pisses me off anytime someone makes a flirty comment with her or tries to get her number, but she always declines.
Cause she's such a good girl for me.
The crowd begins to slow down as I sit there just taking her in.
She looks up at me before walking over with a smile.

"You're here nearly every night for hours, and you only order one drink... how come?" She asks me with a smirk.

"You trying to get me drunk doll?" I reply, smirking as her eyes narrow playfully.
Feisty. I love it.
"No- I wasn't... just wondering what keeps you here all night" she says with a grin.

I lean closer, resting my arms against the bar-top as my smirk grows
"Hm, I don't know. Maybe it's just the ambiance."

Her eyes flicker down at my arms for a moment before looking back up at me
"The ambiance huh?" She laughs softly

I just smile up at her "Yeah. The ambiance."
I extend my hand out to her.
"I'm Ryder."

She raises a brow at me for a moment, smiling before shaking my hand.
God her hand feels so soft.

She doesn't say anything, just stares there at me for a few moments
"And your name is?" I add, internally smirking.
I know your name doll.

She looks at me for a moment, grinning.
"Hailey" she responds.
I nod, letting go of her soft hand.
"Nice to meet you Hailey" I grin

"You too Ryder"
Fuck. My name sounds so fucking good from her lips.
I've never liked my name so much until this moment, because here it sounds fucking perfect.

She smirks for a moment, almost as if she can tell my brain is short-circuiting before walking away.
She knows my name..
My girl knows my name.
I feel like I'm fucking 12 years old with a crush.
Fucking love sick idiot.
Just for you doll.

I spend the last hour or so watching her as she makes drinks, talking to a few other regulars.
I keep getting flashbacks from earlier that reminded me exactly what is underneath her clothes.

Once she begins cleaning up, I place a fifty on the bar for her, getting out of my seat.
She looks up at me with those pretty fucking eyes.
"Ryder? Would you walk me to my car? Please?" She asks me so sweetly.

Anything you fucking want angel.
Was going to walk you anyways.
"Of course, I'll wait for you" I smile at her.

She runs off to grab her things before coming back out to me, I hold the door open for her as we leave the bar.

I walk out with her to her car, the cool air causing her to shiver in her tank top.
Trying to be a gentleman for once, I take off my jacket, putting it around her shoulders.
"Thank you" she smiles sweetly at me.
I nod
She looks so fucking good in my clothes.

When we reach her car, she moves to give me my jacket back.
"Keep it" I tell her firmly
She nods softly with a soft smile as she gets into her car.
"Night Ryder" she tells me

"Goodnight doll"