Dreams of a Virgin

STALKING FOR DREAMS

Have you ever meet that one woman whom you would like to get to know but couldn't talk to her? What if you could just look at her without her knowing?

One day, I was fueling up my car. I looked over at the next pump. I saw the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Long red hair. Teal eyes. Button nose. Hourglass figure. Perfect thighs.

In my mind, I figured, "Single woman driving a Baretta. She's got to be seeing someone. Especially looking like that. She's too gorgeous to pass up trying. I've got nothing better to do. I'll follow her home."

She pulled out from the gas station. I left shortly thereafter. Her license plate was hard to miss: CUTY PI. If ever a license plate was made for someone, this was it.

About ten minutes later, she pulled into a driveway. It was not a huge house, not a family house. No other cars in the garage. She was single! Now knowing where she lived, I drove by. I didn't want her to know I was following her.

Still not a hundred percent sure she was single, I decided to go back in a few days and peek in the window to make sure.

About nine o'clock that evening, I parked my car around the corner, walked up to her house, and hid in the bushes. It was not a well-lit neighborhood. I looked through my binoculars into her living room window.

She was wearing only a nightshirt watching Desperate Housewives. She had a bowl of popcorn in front of her. I watched as she slowly chewed each popped kernel, wishing I was one of them just for the chance to touch her luscious lips.

A half hour later, she turned out the light. I figured she was going to bed. I ran around to what I assume was her bedroom. I guessed right. The light came on. In she walked, still wearing the night shirt. Just before she got into bed, she took off the shirt.

My eyes got as big as saucers. My jaw was on the ground. She was perfect. Nothing on underneath. Silver dollar nipples. Clean shaven private area. I now had a place to hang my hat. She put on her nightie, got into bed, and went to sleep.

I found out tonight that she is single. I enjoyed this too much. I had to do this again. I decided to do this again Saturday.

Saturday came, and I went to her house again. This time, I went straight to her bedroom window. Instead of my binocs, this time I brought my camcorder. I was going to remember this.

After waiting for an hour and a half, she came in wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She dimmed the lights and slowly began to disrobe. My camcorder started rolling. After the last of the garments was removed, she looked around in the closet. She brought down a shoebox and opened it up.

She pulled out a silver bullet vibrator. I had to grasp hold of myself to control my excitement. She checked the batteries. Slowly, she inserted the device and turned it on.

Methodically, she twisted it around. I twisted my device around to match her, imagining it was me making love to her. Her other hand rubbed up and down her chest. I could hear her moans from the bushes through a closed window.

This proceeded for about ten minutes. I looked down. I messed up my pants. It was worth it. We both ended up sweating profusely. I decided, "This is going to be a Saturday night ritual for me."

All week, I couldn't get this redhead out of my head. Everywhere I looked, I saw things that reminded me of her.

Saturday. Brand new tape in the camcorder. Ready to go. On cue, in she walked. This time, she walked in with a blond-haired person. I only saw the back of the stranger. I couldn't tell one way or the other from the hair length. They turned around. The blond was a female! She was a lesbian.

They kissed; tongues were exchanged. Again, I had to control myself. Slowly, they disrobed each other. My grip got tighter. The blond began to descend the scarlet beauty, tender kisses from head to toe.

They lay in the bed and assumed the 69 position. They licked each other's tender spot. They started slow and long, then to fluttering tongues. Blondie screamed in pleasure. The crimson beauty screamed in ecstasy. I screamed in total arousal.

Suddenly, they stopped. They heard me. Seeing this, I grabbed my camcorder and took off. They opened the window in time to see me turn the corner. My stalking days were over.

I couldn't stop thinking of her. I wanted to go back, but, after this, I was afraid of getting caught. I decided to wait a few weeks, until it blew over, to try again. Little did I know what would happen that night.

After a few weeks, I parked farther away than usual. I took the binoculars this time. I assumed my usual spot in the bushes and waited. A half hour later, here she came, wearing hot pink lingerie. She looked in the mirror, brushed her hair, and walked out of view.

Suddenly, she appeared in the window. I figured I was busted. She had to have seen me in the mirror. She signaled me to come inside. I ignored her, hoping she was not pointing to me. She continued to signal me inside. Finally, I was like, "Who? Me?" She nodded her head and winked. I sprung from the bushes to the now open window.

"Come on in," she said. And I did. "So, you're the one who's been watching me, huh?"

"Yeah. I just think you're the most beautiful woman in the world and couldn't bring myself to tell you. You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Not at all. In fact, I'm flattered. No one's ever gone out of their way to get to know about me before." She wrapped her arms around me. "I'm just glad we got to meet. You're cuter than I thought. What's your name?"

"Jeff. What's yours?"

"Genesis."

"That's a pretty name. You really think I'm cute?"

"Uh-huh," in a seductive voice. Just then, our lips met. She pushed me onto the bed.

"You're glad we met?"

"Uh-huh," even more seductively. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants.

"I can't believe someone as pretty as you is single. Is this true?"

"Uh-huh." Down came the pants.

"You know, Jeff, I like it rough and kinky, but you probably already knew that." She stood up and went to the closet. She pulled out a whip and a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed my hands around the bedpost.

"You like it like this?"

"Uh-huh," I answered.

"Now, you've been very naughty. I think you need a spanking." She cracked the whip across my back. "Very, very naughty." CRACK! CRACK!

She turned me over and crawled on top of me. I felt her hand go down my underwear. Suddenly, instant pain. She had a claw hold on my scrotum, claws digging in.

"What are you, stupid?! Do you think I enjoyed you spying on my private life, you freakin' pervert?!" I couldn't answer. "Now you see what it's like to be violated." She walked out of the room, but turned back at the door.

"By the way, I called the cops. They should be arriving any time now." Just then, the doorbell rang. Sure enough, the police came to cart me away.