The Stalker Ch. 18

Jennifer was still asleep when Roscoe arrived early the next morning. He had a couple of tough-looking men I didn't recognize with him. "You go home and get some rest," he told me. "I want you fresh for tonight."

I had something to do before I got some rest, but I didn't tell him that. During the night, I'd come up with a plan of sorts while I prowled the house. I figured we had to do something to provoke Gleason, to make him careless. He was getting more and more violent, but I hoped we could that would force his hand and make him play the game more on our terms than his. I didn't want Jennifer to be a target any longer than she had to be.

"OK," I said. "Jennifer's still asleep, tell her I'll see her later."

Roscoe smiled. "Jennifer, huh?" he said. "I take it you two have resolved your differences."

"We're working on it," I replied. I left Jennifer's house and jogged back to my place. When I got home, I took shower, re-bandaged my wound with some difficulty, and put on a three piece suit, white shirt, and tie. Then I got some things together, packed them in a very nice attaché case my ex-wife bought me when I quit the police department. Then I got in my Jeep Grand Cherokee and headed downtown. My destination was the office of the law firm Raymond Gleason worked for. I pulled into the parking garage of the new building and cruised around until I found the block of parking spaces reserved for Gleason's firm, and found a parking space not far away. Then I settled down to wait for Gleason to arrive.

As I sat there in my car, I watched people begin to arrive for work. After a while, a red Porsche pulled into one of the law firm's parking spaces and a tall, solid-looking dark-haired man dressed in a gray pinstripe suit got out. Raymond had arrived for work.

I slipped out of my car and heard him set the car alarm on his Porsche. I headed for the elevator, arriving a few seconds before Gleason did. Fortunately, I knew him, but he didn't know me. I took a place near the back wall of the elevator while other people filed in. I got lucky again. Gleason was standing right in front of me, with his back to me.

The elevator started to rise. Gleason chatted with several of the people in the elevator as we rode up to the floor where his office was located. I knew where we were going. That, along with the description of his car and his license number were in Roscoe's report. The elevator stopped at his floor. I dropped my attaché case and, when I bent down to pick it up, I bumped against him. When I did, I stuck a piece of paper I'd made up on my computer on his back, like we did put signs on other kids' backs in school. Only this piece of paper didn't say "Kick Me." Inside, it said, "You ought to watch your back, Raymond." "Sorry," I said.

"That's OK," Gleason said, glancing at me quickly. He bustled out of the elevator with the paper stuck to his back. I could hear several of the other people in the elevator tittering as he walked away from the elevator. I rode the elevator to the next floor, got off, and grabbed an elevator going back down. By the time I got down to the parking level, the lot had pretty much cleared, which was what I'd hoped for.

I walked over to Gleason's Porsche, set my attaché case down behind it, and opened it. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves, opened the case, and took out a bundle of four highway flares I'd wired together with a cheap wind-up alarm clock. I slipped the fake bomb under the car then, being careful not to activate the car alarm, I slipped a computer-generated note under his windshield wiper. That note said, "Look under your car before you get in." Another note, attached to the fake bomb, said, "This could have been real, Raymond."

I had accomplished what I wanted to do at Raymond's office, so I got back in my car and drove out of the parking garage. I drove to a mall near the apartment building he lived in and changed into a pair of coveralls that had "Universal Cable TV Contractors" lettered on them. I exchanged my attaché case for a tool box, got back in the car and drove to the big apartment complex Jennifer's tormenter lived in. When I got there, I parked the Cherokee where it wouldn't be seen and donned a pair of dark sunglasses that hid my eyes and most of my face, then I walked to the entrance. I wasn't sure how tight the security was in the building, but it turned out I didn't have to worry. I arrived just as someone was leaving and managed to get in without any trouble.

I rode the elevator up to Raymond's floor, walked down the hallway, and found his apartment. Considering the fancy rents they charge in places like that, the locks weren't very good. It took me only a few seconds with a lock pick to get into Raymond's apartment. I slipped on another pair of latex gloves and let myself in. Once I was inside, I systematically trashed the place, overturning furniture, emptying the kitchen cabinets, smashing things. I have to admit it felt pretty good. When I had the place looking like a tornado had hit it, I cleared off the kitchen counter and laid yet another computer generated note on it. This one said, "You aren't safe here, either. We can get to you any time we want to. Back off or we'll start breaking bones."

I left Raymond's devastated apartment feeling pretty good. Raymond might be just a little upset by the things I'd done. In fact, I hoped he was. I wanted him to be upset, so upset he'd start doing stupid things. One thing was sure; he now knew he wasn't dealing with someone who played by the rules any more than he did. And the fact that I'd managed to easily invade his personal spaces had to unnerve him a little.

Having wreaked what I hoped was at least a little havoc in Raymond Gleason's life, I left his apartment building and headed home. Now I could manage to get some rest.

When I got home, I took off my clothes and took a shower, then I started for my bedroom but, when my hand wrapped around the bedroom doorknob, my doorbell rang. "Damn," I thought. "Who the hell is that?" It occurred to me it might be Kass, or possibly even Didi. As much as I enjoyed the time I spend with both of those lovely young ladies, I really wasn't in the mood to see them right now. I went into my bedroom, slipped on my bathrobe, and headed for the door.

I opened the door and found a young woman I didn't know standing there, looking nervous. She was almost as tall as I was and was full-bodied, but not in the least fat. She had large breasts that pressed out the chest of her oversized tan sweater, which hung over paint-tight black stirrup pants. Judging from what I could see she had an excellent figure. She had short brown hair and a very pretty face.

"I-I'm Lisa Miller," she said tentatively.

I introduced myself. "What can I do for you, Lisa?" I asked.

"You...you helped get Bobby Devlin arrested, didn't you?" she asked me.

I nodded. "I guess I did, why?" I asked.

"He...he screwed up my life, big time!" my unexpected visitor replied. "He got my fiancée hooked on steroids."

"It that's true, Devlin's in the right place, isn't he?" I observed.

"You sure as hell got that right!" Lisa snorted. "I hope the son of a bitch never gets out!"

I wasn't sure why my being partly responsible for Devlin's being arrested had resulted in my visit from this attractive young woman, but since she was here, I thought I should at least be hospitable. "Would you like a cup of coffee or something?" I asked.

Lisa nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that," she replied.

I went out to the kitchen, poured two cups of coffee, and carried them back into the living room. Lisa was now sitting on the sofa. I set the cups down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down next to her. It was nice she wanted to thank me but I needed rest. I didn't want to seem ungrateful, but I felt as if I had to get her out of my house as soon as I could so I could get some sleep.

"What happened to your boyfriend?" I asked.

"He...he really got messed up," Lisa replied. "He...he got real out of control. He...he used to beat on me. It was the steroids, he wasn't like that before Billy got him hooked on them."

"Was he a weight lifter?" I asked.

She nodded. "He kept saying he wanted to do more," she said, her voice breaking a little. "He..." She began sobbing.

Wanting to comfort her, I slid my arm around her. She leaned against me. "It's OK, Lisa," I said softly. "Devlin's in jail, he won't be doing anything to hurt your boyfriend any more." Having her in my arms caused an effect I hadn't anticipated, and didn't really want to happen. "Don't cry," I said, "I'm sure everything will be all right. You...you just have to give it time." I noticed that my voice sounded funny.

Lisa finally got herself under control, leaned back, and looked at me. "You...you're really nice," she said, sniffling a little.

"Lisa, are you all right?" I asked. My voice was still hoarse, I was having a hard time breathing, and my heart was pounding. I knew I should stop this right now, before something happened.

She sniffled again and nodded. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I-I didn't mean to do that. I-I came here to thank you, not bother you with my problems.

"You're not bothering me," I said. "And I'm grateful you stopped by."

"You...you're welcome," she said softly. She kept looking at me and I saw a slight shudder run through her. Then she took a deep breath. Before I realized what she was going to do, her hand slipped into my bathrobe and wrapped around my already-erect cock. Her eyes widened when she did, then she startled me even more by taking my cock out of my robe, bending down, and taking it cock in her mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" I groaned while wild, wonderful sensations rocketed through me. Lisa's lips, tongue, and warm hand did wonderful things to my steel-hard cock. I squirmed on the sofa as wave after wave of delight washed over me. Lisa was sucking me as if she really liked doing it! I wasn't sure I wanted to come in Lisa's mouth, delightful as that might be. I put my hands under her arms. "Lisa, please!" What she was doing felt so good!

Lisa took her mouth from me and looked at me, her face wet and shiny. "What?" she asked.

"Why don't we...ah...go to my bedroom?" I suggested. I barely had the ability to speak.

Lisa nodded. "All right," she replied.

I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and led her to my bedroom. When we got there, we fell into my bed. I leaned over Lisa and covered her soft, red lips with mine. Lisa returned my kiss avidly. Her tongue stabbed against my lips, forcing them open, then driving inside my mouth. Her arms slid around me and she pulled me against her. I could feel my swollen cock pressing against her belly.

I managed to pull Lisa's sweater up and push her bra off her breasts. Then my hands moved onto her huge, wonderfully-formed breasts and I felt her rigid nipples pressing against my palms. I bent my head and while I massaged her breasts with my hands, I began kissing her chest.

When my lips began traveling over the soft skin of her upper chest, Lisa moaned exultantly. Her exclamations of joy grew more fervent when my lips ventured up the slope of a firm globe to a swollen, straining tip and I sucked the nubbin of flesh into my mouth.

"Oh, yes!" she groaned. Her hips began to rock while I paid oral homage to one lovely breast then the other.

I paused to remove Lisa's sweater and bra, then I resumed caressing and kissing as much of her as I could. My hands explored her magnificent body, gliding lightly over her smooth, warm flesh. My hand slid over the silky skin covering her belly, slipped under the elastic waist of her pants, and delved deeper, moving under her panties and into the mat of hair blanketing her pussy. I pushed my hand down between her legs and slid a finger into her damp opening.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" Lisa groaned. Her hips rose. She was quaking with need. When my finger moved inside her she responded with frantic twisting and nearly incoherent moans of joy. I captured a nipple between my lips and lashed it with my tongue.

"Please! Oh! Please! Take me! Take me!" Lisa begged. "I-I can't wait!"

When I heard Lisa's plaintive entreaty, I peeled her skin-tight pants down her legs, then I got out of my bathrobe, knelt on the bed between her legs, and thrust my rigid cock into her. Delightful warmth engulfed me as my erection slid into her.

"Yes! That's it! Put it in! Oh, God! Put it in! Yes! Oh, yes!" Lisa wailed. She grabbed my ass and pulled on me, urging me deeper into her.

I slid my throbbing pole into Lisa slowly, feeling it spread her open. "Oh God, Lisa!" I groaned, "You're so tight!"

Lisa's hips moved upward, gyrating. Her body strained against mine. "Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" she cried. She clutched me frantically while her body strained against mine. "Fuck me! Oh! Oh yes! I'm cumming! Agghh! Agghh! Agghh! Oh, God! I'm cumming! Ah! Ahh! Uhh! Uhh!"

Lisa's wild cries, coupled with the frantic writhing of her body, triggered my release. "Ahh! Take it! Take it! I'm there!" I bawled as gobs of my sticky white fluid blasted from my pulsating rod, filling her vibrating vagina to overflowing. Our bodies struggled a while longer, drawing every last bit of pleasure we could from their joining, then, exhausted, sated, and satisfied, we snuggled in each other's arms.

After resting a few minutes, I pushed myself up on my elbow and surveyed my companion's nude body. I was very pleased with what I saw. Her breasts, though large, were beautifully shaped. Her nipples - when she was aroused - were large and protuberant. Her waist was trim, her belly surprisingly flat, and her hips curved wonderfully to strong, well-formed legs. I smiled and shifted position on the bed.

"You know, Lisa," I said softly, glad I had regained the ability to speak. "I've never, ever been thanked more wonderfully." I began to stroke one of her breasts gently.

"I...you don't think I-I'm a tramp, do you?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean, I wasn't going to do this, but...well..."

"I don't think you're a tramp, Lisa," I murmured. My rubbed lightly over one of her swelling nipples and she shuddered.

"God, do you have any idea how neat that feels?" she murmured.

"Would you like to make love again?" I asked softly.

"I..." Lisa stammered. She shuddered again. "I gotta go to the bathroom."

"It's the second door on the right, just down the hall," I said.

"I'll be right back," Lisa said. She slipped out of bed and darted out of the bathroom. In a few minutes, she was back. She laid down next to me and kissed me. "God, did you ever make me feel good!" she exclaimed. Her fingers trailed over my shoulder and she found the bandage covering my scratch from the night before. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"I fell and scratched myself," I explained. "It's nothing serious."

"Oh," she replied.

"Would you like it if I made you feel even better?" I said. I still felt a little funny about doing this when I was thinking about trying to reestablish my relationship with Jennifer, but I didn't know if Jennifer wanted me or not, and I knew Lisa did.

"I'd love it!" Lisa replied.

I shifted position and, the next thing Lisa knew, my head was between her legs and I was eating her! She moaned and her body twisted as my tongue probed her labia, delved inside her pussy, then caressed her clit.

While I was busy in her middle, Lisa took my erect penis in her hand, tugged on it gently to get me to move closer, then she pulled it to her lips. It looked as if she planned to give me the same thrills I was giving her!

I was enjoying my oral foray into Lisa's vagina. I knew, from the wild motions her body was making, that I was giving her pleasure. When her hand gripped my steel-hard cock and she urged me closer elation spread through me. Then warmth and wetness engulfed my cock when she began sucking me!

I groaned into her need-damp pussy, an action that brought a wild response from her. We continued to thrill each other with our mouths. Lisa's mouth slid up and down my erect penis and her tongue lashed it while my tongue thrust into and licked her vagina and clit. Passionate, muffled, groans issued us while powerful need grew and spread through our bodies once more.

With the determination we devoted to our supremely pleasurable tasks, it wasn't long before we both reached the peak of ecstasy again. Arching, straining, writhing, we exploded into a cataclysm of pleasure, our groans of joy muffled in our sex organs.

Afterward, we lay in each other's arms, regaining our strength.

"Lisa, you are incredible!" I exclaimed and gave her a tender kiss.

"You aren't so bad yourself!" Lisa replied. She kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. After the kiss ended, she shook her head. "Damn, you're as good a lover as I ever had!" She stretched, then groaned softly when my hands again began sliding over her. Her body instantly began to respond to my touch.

"What we just did was neat, but I gotta have you again," she announced breathlessly.

"Ride me this time!" I said, forcing the words out through a throat constricted by passion. "Sit on me and put it in you!"

Lisa swung her leg over my body and settled atop me, her damp pussy trapping my rigid shaft between us. She rocked her hips, rubbing her slit against my steel-hard club. She did it again, then she reached between us, grasped my rod, raised her hips, and lowered herself onto it, sighing as my tumescent shaft slid into her. "Oh, yessss!" she moaned. Once I was hilted in her, she began to rock her hips, making my cock whip around inside her, stimulating both of us.

I reached up and grasped her bobbing breasts and my thumbs began to stroke her rigid nipples. Her head rolled back and, once more, my bedroom was filled with the sounds of our shared passion. I felt her begin to tremble and heard the beginning of the sounds that signaled her coming.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Yes!" Lisa cried. Her body went wild as orgasm overpowered her.

I held on to her breasts, my thumbs teasing the firm tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded into a fit of extreme ecstasy.

When Lisa's orgasm erupted, my fluids again bubbled up from deep inside me and filled her to overflowing.

Slowly, Lisa's spasms of joy passed. She collapsed onto my chest and didn't move for a while. After lying on top of me for a few moments, she rolled onto the bed next to me and kissed me gently. "Wow! I never expected this to happen!" she murmured. "At least not something this wild!"

"This was the most satisfying 'thank you' I've ever gotten," I said. "I think I should be thanking you."

Lisa blushed and giggled. She glanced at the clock next to my bed. "I gotta get going," she said. "I have to go to work."

"I don't mind," I said. "I need to get some rest. But I am glad you stopped by."

"Me, too," Lisa replied.

She got up, and got dressed. I got up too, slipped into my robe, and walked her to the door. Before she left, she kissed me gently. "Thank you," she said softly. "For...for everything."

"You're most welcome," I said.

Lisa kissed me one more time, then she left. I went back to my bedroom, laid down, and went to sleep.