My Voyeur. My Lover. My...
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Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - When a young woman, who has been having a tough time meeting a decent guy, acquires a stalker who sends her packages of bondage lifestyle attire and requests exhibitionism from her, she acquiesces, both out of curiosity and being turned on. The game continues, and the requests become more outrageous, until the unexpected happens. Is it romance? Or more sinister?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Horror BDSM Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
The next day at work, before the store opened, I confronted the girls. “Girls, that was a heck of a prank you played on me last night. Did you and your guys get a good laugh when you saw me standing in the window with that short skirt and too-small bra you sent me?”
Sam, Nicky, and Mel looked at one another, confused. “You did what,” Mel said, astonished.
“C’mon, it has to be you three, the way you set me up on Friday at the pub.”
“Tara, honestly. Whatever you did on Friday had nothing to do with us,” Sam said questioningly.
“You mean, you didn’t send me some sexy clothes and ask me to pose in my window?”
“No, we didn’t,” they replied together.
“Shit, Tara, you’ve got a stalker,” Nicky exclaimed.
“Oh, fuck, what am I going to do?”
“Maybe he’ll go away. Don’t play into his hands. He may be some sick pervert who jerks off watching you,” Mel said.
We didn’t have a chance to continue our discussion as it was time to open the store. I was half excited and scared that someone was watching me. I bet it’s fucking Mike. Why doesn’t he knock on my door and ask for a date? I’ll forgive him for standing me up. He looks too good to be a pervert.
I paid close attention to all the guys at work. Were they checking me out, and if someone lingered, I thought maybe he was the one. It was driving me crazy. I wanted a guy, but I wanted a good guy, not some creep.
On my way home after work, a dark blue BMW followed me. Every time I made a turn, the BMW followed. I became anxious and struggled to breathe. I made it home and pulled into my driveway. The car following stopped opposite my house. Alarmed and panicky, I ran inside and watched through the net curtains. A further five minutes passed before the car slowly drove off. Phew, who was that, I thought. My heart leapt into my mouth as the car returned, now on my side of the street, and stopped again. The BMW’s windows were tinted, not allowing me to see the driver clearly. The passenger window lowered slightly, and I saw a camera lens appear. Oh, shit, I was freaking out. Should I call the cops? After a brief stay, the car drove off. Oh, wow. It looks like Nicky’s right. I have a stalker. I was shit scared.
Three weeks passed, and nothing happened. No one followed me, that I noticed. No more lingerie, and no Mike. I relaxed and felt more comfortable again, believing someone had played a sick prank on me. They had had their fun and moved on.
Tonight was different when I got home. Mr Crazy motorbike rider followed me and stopped outside my house. I pulled into the driveway and glanced at the rider. He had a full-face helmet with a tinted visor. So I couldn’t see his face. I checked the mailbox. Yuck, inside was a pair of my panties with cum on them and an envelope with my name on it.