She was glad that her day was finally done, she was tired and it took all the energy she had to climb the stairs to her front door. As she reached the door she realized the light was out and she fumbled with her keys, cursing the clouds that now covered the full moon, leaving her no light to see what she was doing.
She felt a great relief when the door finally opened and she stepped into her warm house. The fall had come early and even though it was only the end of September the air was bitter cold. She hated that the days were getting shorter and winter was just around the corner. This was just the kind of day that called for a hot bath and a cold glass of wine and that was exactly what she had planned.
It was no time at all before she was stepping into the steaming water, and as she did she felt a shiver run through her. As she sank into the water she felt the stress leaving her and a kind of peaceful feeling come over her. This was the moment she had been looking forward to all day.
She liked the soft glow that was coming off the dozen vanilla candles that she had lit. It was the perfect ending to an arduous day. She soaked in the warm scented water until it started to turn cold, she considered turning the hot water on and soaking for longer, but she still had so much to do before going to bed. She argued quietly with herself in her mind, and decided just another 15 minutes wouldn't hurt.
It was just a few minutes later she heard the phone ring; she thought just for a second about ignoring it but she knew she had to get it- it would be Him calling. She quickly got out of the bath, the cool air chilling her warm skin. She grabbed her soft white robe and made her way quickly to the phone catching it on the third ring.
"Hello?" There was no response. "Hello?"
Again there was silence on the other end of the line. She hung up the phone and made her way back to the bathroom, where she pulled the drain for the tub, and blew out the candles after turning the bright overhead light on. She picked up the brush and ran it through her hair and noticed that her hair seemed even silkier than usual- she was enjoying the sensation. Suddenly the phone rang again, she ran to pick it up.
"Hello?" Nothing. "Who the hell is this?" Again no answer. She slammed the phone down and thought, "What asshole is playing games?"
She made her way to her room and pulled out the oversized night shirt that she had stolen the last time she had been at His house. Sleeping in it kept Him close to her, especially with the scent of His cologne still lingering on it.
She turned the lights out in the rest of the house and crawled into bed with her book. Just as she was getting comfortable again the phone rang. "Hello?" she snapped into the phone.
"Are you ok honey?"
She realized it was Him. "I'm sorry but someone has been calling me and not saying anything and I thought you were another crank call."
"Hmm that's weird. What does the call display number say?"
"It shows as unknown number."
"Hmmm well maybe someone dialed the wrong number. Anyway I just called to say good night. I am out with the guys and just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"I am just getting into bed with my book."
"Ok well you have a good sleep and don't forget what I told you to do every night before you sleep."
She giggled. "I won't forget, how could I?"
"Ok honey you get a good sleep and I will talk to you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, and thank you for worrying about me."
"Goodnight love."
She hung up the phone and sighed, missing him so much. She pictured Him out with His friends, thinking of Him flirting with every attractive woman made her smile. She moved her hand to her already moist pussy, the thoughts of Him with those other women arousing her beyond belief. A picture of Him with his hand between another woman thighs brought the orgasm on more quickly than she thought it would tonight. It was only minutes until her body was convulsing, the pleasure rushing through her body. She felt the fluid squirt from her hot cunt. She sighed heavily and felt calm and relaxed.
Ring… ring... goddamn phone.
"Hello?"
"I was sure you were going to do that in the bath." Click. The line was quiet.
She was frozen, the rush of fear and adrenaline in every fiber of her being.
She quickly hung the phone up and immediately picked it up again and dialed His cell phone number. "I am sorry. The customer you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment."
She hung the phone up, paralyzed not knowing what to do. Who knew she had taken a bath? Who could see her then and who could see her now?
She did the only thing she could think of- she called the police, explained to the dispatcher what had just happened, not the slightest bit of embarrassment when telling her what the caller had seen.
The dispatcher advised that they would send someone out immediately, and she would stay on the phone with her.
An hour later the two officers that had showed up at her door were leaving. There was nothing they could do- they could find no cameras, nothing. It must have been a crank call and if it happened again she was told to call them right away.
She closed the door and immediately went to the phone to try to call Him again, but again the recording told her that He was unavailable. Just as she hung up the phone it rang.
"Hello?" She heard her voice quieter, meeker than before.
"You really shouldn't have called the police, don't do it again." Click.
The fear almost paralyzing, not knowing what to do she felt the tears begin to run down her face. An instant later she stopped crying and thought to herself, "You can't let him know you are scared." She remembered the advice from a self-defense class she had taken.
She moved to her room with focus, slipped on a pair of jeans and a jacket, threw a few things in a bag, and left the house. She was going to a hotel, she would at least have time to think and figure out what she should do.
On the drive she tried to dig into her memory, the voice- was it familiar? She couldn't think, the fear still rushing through her.
It was less than a half hour until she was checking into the hotel on the other side of town, and only minutes later she was walking into the luxurious room. She was surprised, she didn't realize this hotel was so nice, and felt a little calm come over her, knowing she would be able to at least rest here, though she was doubtful she would sleep.
She removed her jacket and the jeans she had thrown on. She opened the mini bar and got herself the small bottle of wine. The stress was leaving her body, and she was in a sound sleep only an hour later.
She didn't even realize that she had fallen asleep until she woke up with such a start she thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest. The strong hand over her mouth, the room completely dark, or so she thought until she realized there was something over her eyes.
He whispered, "You can fight me if you want but I have to warn you if you do I will hurt you."
The hand lifted for a moment and then it was back, she could feel a cloth on her nose and mouth and just seconds later she felt herself starting to float away. Her last thought, "Oh my god, no one knows where I am."
And then blackness...
She felt a great relief when the door finally opened and she stepped into her warm house. The fall had come early and even though it was only the end of September the air was bitter cold. She hated that the days were getting shorter and winter was just around the corner. This was just the kind of day that called for a hot bath and a cold glass of wine and that was exactly what she had planned.
It was no time at all before she was stepping into the steaming water, and as she did she felt a shiver run through her. As she sank into the water she felt the stress leaving her and a kind of peaceful feeling come over her. This was the moment she had been looking forward to all day.
She liked the soft glow that was coming off the dozen vanilla candles that she had lit. It was the perfect ending to an arduous day. She soaked in the warm scented water until it started to turn cold, she considered turning the hot water on and soaking for longer, but she still had so much to do before going to bed. She argued quietly with herself in her mind, and decided just another 15 minutes wouldn't hurt.
It was just a few minutes later she heard the phone ring; she thought just for a second about ignoring it but she knew she had to get it- it would be Him calling. She quickly got out of the bath, the cool air chilling her warm skin. She grabbed her soft white robe and made her way quickly to the phone catching it on the third ring.
"Hello?" There was no response. "Hello?"
Again there was silence on the other end of the line. She hung up the phone and made her way back to the bathroom, where she pulled the drain for the tub, and blew out the candles after turning the bright overhead light on. She picked up the brush and ran it through her hair and noticed that her hair seemed even silkier than usual- she was enjoying the sensation. Suddenly the phone rang again, she ran to pick it up.
"Hello?" Nothing. "Who the hell is this?" Again no answer. She slammed the phone down and thought, "What asshole is playing games?"
She made her way to her room and pulled out the oversized night shirt that she had stolen the last time she had been at His house. Sleeping in it kept Him close to her, especially with the scent of His cologne still lingering on it.
She turned the lights out in the rest of the house and crawled into bed with her book. Just as she was getting comfortable again the phone rang. "Hello?" she snapped into the phone.
"Are you ok honey?"
She realized it was Him. "I'm sorry but someone has been calling me and not saying anything and I thought you were another crank call."
"Hmm that's weird. What does the call display number say?"
"It shows as unknown number."
"Hmmm well maybe someone dialed the wrong number. Anyway I just called to say good night. I am out with the guys and just wanted to make sure you were ok."
"I am just getting into bed with my book."
"Ok well you have a good sleep and don't forget what I told you to do every night before you sleep."
She giggled. "I won't forget, how could I?"
"Ok honey you get a good sleep and I will talk to you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, and thank you for worrying about me."
"Goodnight love."
She hung up the phone and sighed, missing him so much. She pictured Him out with His friends, thinking of Him flirting with every attractive woman made her smile. She moved her hand to her already moist pussy, the thoughts of Him with those other women arousing her beyond belief. A picture of Him with his hand between another woman thighs brought the orgasm on more quickly than she thought it would tonight. It was only minutes until her body was convulsing, the pleasure rushing through her body. She felt the fluid squirt from her hot cunt. She sighed heavily and felt calm and relaxed.
Ring… ring... goddamn phone.
"Hello?"
"I was sure you were going to do that in the bath." Click. The line was quiet.
She was frozen, the rush of fear and adrenaline in every fiber of her being.
She quickly hung the phone up and immediately picked it up again and dialed His cell phone number. "I am sorry. The customer you are trying to reach is unavailable at the moment."
She hung the phone up, paralyzed not knowing what to do. Who knew she had taken a bath? Who could see her then and who could see her now?
She did the only thing she could think of- she called the police, explained to the dispatcher what had just happened, not the slightest bit of embarrassment when telling her what the caller had seen.
The dispatcher advised that they would send someone out immediately, and she would stay on the phone with her.
An hour later the two officers that had showed up at her door were leaving. There was nothing they could do- they could find no cameras, nothing. It must have been a crank call and if it happened again she was told to call them right away.
She closed the door and immediately went to the phone to try to call Him again, but again the recording told her that He was unavailable. Just as she hung up the phone it rang.
"Hello?" She heard her voice quieter, meeker than before.
"You really shouldn't have called the police, don't do it again." Click.
The fear almost paralyzing, not knowing what to do she felt the tears begin to run down her face. An instant later she stopped crying and thought to herself, "You can't let him know you are scared." She remembered the advice from a self-defense class she had taken.
She moved to her room with focus, slipped on a pair of jeans and a jacket, threw a few things in a bag, and left the house. She was going to a hotel, she would at least have time to think and figure out what she should do.
On the drive she tried to dig into her memory, the voice- was it familiar? She couldn't think, the fear still rushing through her.
It was less than a half hour until she was checking into the hotel on the other side of town, and only minutes later she was walking into the luxurious room. She was surprised, she didn't realize this hotel was so nice, and felt a little calm come over her, knowing she would be able to at least rest here, though she was doubtful she would sleep.
She removed her jacket and the jeans she had thrown on. She opened the mini bar and got herself the small bottle of wine. The stress was leaving her body, and she was in a sound sleep only an hour later.
She didn't even realize that she had fallen asleep until she woke up with such a start she thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest. The strong hand over her mouth, the room completely dark, or so she thought until she realized there was something over her eyes.
He whispered, "You can fight me if you want but I have to warn you if you do I will hurt you."
The hand lifted for a moment and then it was back, she could feel a cloth on her nose and mouth and just seconds later she felt herself starting to float away. Her last thought, "Oh my god, no one knows where I am."
And then blackness...
