As she walked home along the shortcut, a dirt path between two derelict blocks of flats she heard footsteps behind her. She turned quickly on her docs kicking up dust, no-one there. Picking up pace she hurried along the path, her shadow in front of her from the full moon tonight. Again she heard the footsteps matching her pace; she stopped, they stopped. Turning around still she seen no-one.
“Get a grip if yourself Laura!” she said out loud as she shook her head and carried on walking home.
She heard the click of an old style camera, ignoring it as she knew no-one was there.
“Mmhmm….Laura…” a deep breath sighed as he watched her from the shadows with a camera.
The next morning Laura was getting ready for work; she looked at the clock, enough time for a shower she thought. Turning the shower on she striping off her pajamas in the bathroom she stood admiring her frame in the floor length mirror.
She scrapped her raven hair up into a bun and secured it with a hair comb; she got close to the mirror and looked at her face, disgusted with bags under the eyes and lines appearing. At 27 she never thought she'd be worrying about lines and bags. Moving on she ran her hands down over her full breasts; examining, remembering when they were perkier. Down across her little pot belly to her full swollen hips and ass, not bad she thought to herself and smiled.
Laura stood staring for a moment when she was sure she saw someone looking in her window watching her watching herself. She turned on her heels and went to the window. No-one. However her elderly neighbour Frank was cutting his grass, he looked up when he saw her standing naked in her bathroom window. He stood still and silent staring as Laura looked back and waved for him to come over. Frank being the gentleman he was obliged Laura. She pointed to the front door and Frank followed her directions.
“Hello….Laura?” he knocked on the door.
“Come in, it's open Frank.” She replied chirpily.
“I’m coming in now.” He hollered as he opened the door.
“Back here Frank….” She called from the back of the house.
“Are you okay Laura? You seemed shaken…” he asked.
“I’m better now you are here Frank…” she appeared before him in a towel, which she dropped at his feet.
“Laura, what are you doing? I'm old enough to be your grandfather!” he exclaimed.
“I saw the way you were looking at my body. I see the hunger in your eyes right now.” She purred as she walked towards him. “Touch me. You know you want to, I know you want to. I want you to touch me.”
“I… er…ehm…” he stammered.
Laura took his hand and placed it on her soft breast as her hands unbuckled his pants. They fell to the floor with a metal clang on the wooden floor. His semi erect cock touching her thigh.
“Your body seems to agree with me Frank.” She whispered in his ear as she licked the lobe, he massaged her breast.
“This is wrong Laura…I can't…you're only a girl…” he stammered.
“Could a girl do this to you?” she smirked as she took his cock in hand and stroked softly, getting onto her knees. She stared up at him as she took the whole length of him in her mouth and throat. Slowing bobbing back and forth on his erect cock.
He reached down and pulled the hair comb from her hair letting her hair fall down her shoulder covering her back.
“Stop it!” he pushed her away, she fell onto her back.
Frank pounced on her seeing her on her back; bald pussy exposed on as she lay the floor. He grabbed her arms with one hand, holding them above her head, with the other he guided his fully erect cock into her in one hard thrust. Laura let out a loud groan as he fucked furious on the hardwood floor between the bathroom and bedroom.
“Fuck me Frank. Hard!” she yelled.
“Shut up, my wife will hear you!” he covered her mouth with his trousers as he fucked her harder.
His paced began to slow.
“Get on top of me and ride me. Go as hard as you want.” He told her as he rolled over still inside her, holding her in place.
Laura began riding him picking up pace; her hand on his chest, her head back he grabbed a handful of her hair pulling as she let out a loud moan. His hands cradling her ass. She reached a steady pace, bumping and grinding on him as a wave came over her slowing her down. Her body tensing up, he gripped her ass and hips forcing her up and down on his cock. She rode him to pleasure, his hands squeezing her hips and thighs as he shot his load inside her.
Laura caressing her breasts she looked down Frank was done. Frank had gone. Frank died with a smile in his face and his cock buried deep in some twenty something pussy. He died happy.
She climbed off him and got him cleaned up before calling 911. She put a short dress on before anyone arrived and shouted on his wife Millie with tears in her eyes.
The ambulance, police and Millie arrived together.
“Ma'am what happened?” the responder asked.
“He came over to make sure I was okay, someone was looking in my window watching me and Frank caught them. They ran but Frank was just checking I was okay then he just fell to the floor and I tried cpr and called you guys!” she sobbed into her hands.
“It's okay Ma’am that's all we needed to hear. We will need a description of the person looking in your windows however that can wait for now.” He rubbed her shoulder moving her dress, he looked down her cleavage. “Here's my card if you see them or remember anything. Don't be afraid to call day or night…” he smiled.
“Mrs. Reynolds I will drive you to the hospital to fill out paper work and make a formal ID. This way.” He motioned.
“I'm so sorry Mrs. Reynolds.” Laura sobbed.
“It's okay dear. Frank thought you were a lovely girl and would do anything for you. I'm sure it's not your fault.” She smiled hugging Laura.
“This way Mrs. Reynolds.” The responder called.
Laura closed the door and wiped the tears from her face. She stood watching them leave then pulled the dress off and headed for the shower. All the time she could still hear the click of a camera.
She stood in the steam, hot water beating on her back she closed her eyes. Inhaling deeply. She sighed. Her hands touching her breasts, teasing her nipples. Rolling them between thumb and forefinger, gently tugging on them. She replayed Franks death in her head. As he came inside her she begins to quiver. Her hand tracing down her stomach she touches her clit, caressing it and rubbing as the warm wave of orgasm is washing over her once again.
The next few days were uneventful. Life carried on; she done her usual routines, work, shopping, socializing and such. Then came Franks' funeral.
'Should I go?' she thought to herself. 'I probably should. Not to raise suspicion.' She pulled on her little black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Black leather knee high stiletto boots that left just enough thigh on show. Laura curled her hair and left it out, just the way Frank liked it.
The funeral was like any other funeral. The wake afterwards Mrs. Reynolds asked Laura to say a few words, pressured into it Laura stood in front of everyone.
“Frank… Frank was a good man, kind hearted, loving, devoted husband to Millie. The kindest man I had the good luck to know. I wasn't prepared for being asked to speak so let us just raise our glasses to the kindest man ever. To Frank.” She smiled.
“TO FRANK” Everyone called out and clicked glasses.
Mrs. Reynolds pulled Laura aside, “Thank you dear. That was very kind of you to say such nice words. But I know about Frank, he wasn't always faithful. You were just the last on one hell of a long list missy.” She smiled.
Laura went to speak and Mrs. Reynolds put her finger to her lips, “Be quiet. Better to remain silent than to open your mouth and prove yourself a fool.” She patted her ass as she walked away.
As she walked away Laura looked around at all the potential; eyeing up her next conquest, her next trophy. She left wondering how Mrs. Reynolds ever put up with Franks' cheating ways. Laura handed her ticket to the valet who was eyeing her up and down.
'Pity he's just a child.' She thought as she smirked.
“Well, hellooo beautiful.” A deep sultry voice bellowed from behind her.
She turned round to see a tall, silver haired stallion standing in front of her in a black pin striped suit.
“Tony.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
“Well. It's nice to meet you Tony.” She smiled as the valet appeared with her car.
“Are you going to tell me your name young lady?” he smiled with perfect white teeth.
“No, because if you are really interested you'll find out. Eventually.” She smiled as she tipped the valet getting into her car leaving Tony speechless as she drove off.
“Who was that woman my good man?” Tony asked the valet.
“Not a clue Sir. She was at the wake. But damn, she is fine.” He rubbed his face.
Tony back walked into the hotel, back to the wake.
“Millie, who was that girl you were talking with?” he enquired.
“The harlot next door. She was screwing Frank when he died. Does that answer your question brother?” she answered sarcastically.
“Really, Frank? That old dog! Sorry Millie, but she is a looker.” He grinned.
The days on the calendar quickly passed, Laura had not heard from Tony again and Millie hadn’t been home since the wake. A black convertible Mercedes slk pulled up outside her house as she was lying on the couch eating Ben and Jerry's, watching trash TV in her sweats. Laura lifted herself up onto her elbows to see who it was; she couldn't believe her eyes, the silver stallion.
She quickly jumped up and ran to the bedroom striping off her sweats and pulling on a little summer dress, she threw her head upside-down and ruffled her hair, giving it that 'just fucked' look. She quickly freshened her make up as the doorbell rang.
“Just a second…” she yelled.
She fixed her breasts; pulling them up, fixing her cleavage. Slowly she made her way to the door down the long corridor. Tony stood on the other side watching her sultry walk towards him.
“Well, well, well. Guess you found me.” She smiled a coy smile as she stood on one leg, rotating the other on her big toe.
“Now I have found you. Tell me your name. That is the one thing I don't know about you.” He took her hand and kissed it.
“Laura. My name is Laura.” She stared into his hazel eyes.
“Well, Laura… These are for you.” He pulled a bunch of lilies from behind his back. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.” He smiled.
“Lilies are considered to be death flowers. Are you trying to tell me something Tony?” Laura raised an eyebrow.
“Depends on who you ask… May I come in?” he enquired.
Laura paused for a moment; moved to the side and gestured for Tony to enter.
“Would you like a drink? I'm going to put these in water so the don't die…” she smirked.
“How about I put them in water and you make the drinks?? He offered.
Laura walked to the kitchen with Tony following her ever presently. She bent down to get a vase, knowing she had no underwear on and that he would be right behind her watching. He stared and shifted between feet, hands in his trouser pockets he cleared his throat. She looked up over her shoulder and smiled.
“She anything you like?” she giggled as she pulled a vase from the cupboard.
“Well…erm…Yes as a matter of fact I do. That ripe little cunt. I see it glistening.” He told her as he moved towards her taking his hands from his trouser pockets.
Laura put the vase in the sink as Tony moved towards her pushing her against the counter. His hands enveloped her waist; moving down her back and gripping her ass he lifted her onto the counter top.
He pushed her legs apart with his hips as he kissed her neck, he nibbled up to her earlobe and with one swoop he kissed and licked her lobe. His hands unbuttoned her dress letting it fall onto the counter, exposing her to the cool air of the kitchen. She ran her hand through his hair grasping it pulling his head back; she inhaled his scent, running her nose up his neck. Laura kissed along his sharp jawline stopping at his chin.
“Someone could cut themselves on the jawline.” She smirked.
“Well I hope you have a first aid kit because your thighs are going to be shredded…” he smiled.
Laura kissed him hard, as she pulled away she nibbled on his bottom lip. He pulled her close, she could feel his breath on her neck.
“I have a secret to tell you Laura…” he whispered in her ear.
“What is it?” Laura asked curiously.
“Have you heard the sound of a camera snapping recently?” he stood back to watch the emotions on her face.
Her eyes narrowed.
“Well, I employ him. He works for me. And you are a wonderful creature to follow.” He chuckled.
She sat naked, in shock on her kitchen counter looking at him with a blank expression on her face.
End of part I