Chapter 1
Carmen couldn’t deny her feelings any longer. Every time she walked down her street coming home from work, for the last three months, her thighs would begin to shake uncontrollably and her heart would start beating wildly in her chest. It was only two city blocks, but they were the longest two blocks in the world to her, because the windows of the house at the end of the block would be brightly lit and she would be able to see the shadow of the man who lived there from 200 feet away.
She decided that tonight was going to be the night that she stopped; instead of pretending that his chiseled chest, and toned abdomen didn’t catch her imagination. She was going to admire him from afar at first, in the hopes that he would stop his workout routine for a quick minute and look out the window...just this one time. Then, she would make her move.
Her laptop weighed heavily on her shoulder, and she longed to feel his strong hands massaging out the kinks in her neck. She wondered if he had the skills to ease her pain and make it all just melt away, or if he would be as clueless as her last boyfriend, and merely act like he cared about her muscle aches, but only make them worse with his stubby, little fingers and inept rhythms.
Something about the way that this man timed his reps on the weight machine assured her that she would be properly soothed and pampered.
She bent down to massage her ankle and let the briefcase slide from her shoulder, as she looked up toward the front room. She could see the heavy workout equipment through the sheer curtains, but the man was missing.
‘Dammit---just when I thought...’ She stood up and her mind was racing. ‘What if he isn’t home?’ Suddenly, he appeared as he conversed with someone on his cellphone. He paced back and forth in front of the window and she could finally admire the ripples of his huge thigh muscles and the outline of his ample package through his workout shorts.
She felt a slight tingling between her legs, and what she thought was sweat from her brisk walk turned out to be her own excitement mounting. Would he stop to survey the front yard? Would he leave to go to another room? Unexpectedly, he stopped and pulled back the curtain. Her heart jumped and she turned away like a shy schoolgirl. When she had turned back towards the house, he was still standing there, continuing his conversation while staring at her intently.
Their eyes met and she nodded in his direction. He waved and nodded in return. Contact! ‘Now what?’ she thought. ‘He’s probably going to call the cops and report a peeping Thomasina. I’d better keep it moving.’ She decided to walk on home, content that finally he knew...and, now she knew that he knew. She existed.
She couldn’t get the key in her front door fast enough. She dropped her briefcase and purse in the chair in the vestibule, carefully locked the door and ran to her bedroom. She turned on the hot water in the bathroom shower and stripped naked as quickly as her hands and arms would allow her to unfasten buttons, zippers and bra straps. She stepped into the shower stall and let the hot water soothe her shoulders and back muscles as she sighed deeply. She leaned her head against the cool tile for a minute longer as thoughts about the man from down the street ran through her mind.
Luckily, she didn’t hear any police sirens outside, so she figured it was safe to assume that he had not been frightened or intimidated by her presence in his driveway. The pulsations began again as she carefully washed her private parts. She caressed her ample breasts and pinched her nipples gently between her fingers while the soap covered her body.
Her excitement mounted as she finished washing and stepped out of the shower. She caught sight of her glistening body in the full-length mirror as she gently dried off as much moisture as she could, before quickly walking to her large bed. Her fingers trembled as she searched the night table drawer for her favorite toy.
She laid back on the bed with the warm towel carefully placed beneath her buttocks. She hit the button on her IPOD player and the sweet, sexy voice of her favorite singer filled the air. Her mind drifted again back to the man down the street. She hit the button on the side of her toy and it hummed to life.
She carefully lubricated it with a little bit of baby oil and then let the vibrations arouse her breasts and her abdomen before she slowly slid it down to her private parts. She opened her legs wide and let the rhythm of the toy and the soothing chords of the music fill her body. It didn’t take long before she could feel her clitoris harden like a tiny penis and the imminent climax made her eyes roll to the ceiling. ‘That was a strong one...’ she thought, as her insides throbbed rhythmically in the throws of her ebbing excitement.
She lay on the bed, breathlessly taking in the sweet smell of her shower gel and listening to the music playing, when she was suddenly disturbed by her doorbell ringing and someone knocking at her front door. ‘Oh my God...maybe he did call the police,’ she thought; her mind racing, as she grabbed her silk robe from the back of her bedroom door and headed for the living room.
She looked through the security hole on the door and almost had a heart attack. It was him. He had a cup in one hand and a fake rose in the other. She opened the door slowly.
“I’m real sorry to bother you...um...I know you just got home from work and all. I just need to know...um...do you drink coffee? I seem to have run out and I just don’t have the energy to go 'shlubbing' all the way down to the supermarket after my workout. You wouldn’t happen to have some until tomorrow, would you?” he asked politely, as he sheepishly held out the cup and the flower to her.
Carmen was in shock and her words seem to come from somewhere outside the Universe, instead of from inside her head as she scratched her wet hair and turned to go to the kitchen.
“Uh...yeah. I think I have some. Um...do you prefer instant or perked? I think I have some left over from this morning,” she answered.
“Do you mind? I’m really not an instant kind of guy. I like mine fresh and hot. It relaxes me after my workout. You mind if I come in?”
“Uh...sure...I could start a quick pot, I guess. After all...I do know where you live, right? We’re not exactly strangers,” she chuckled, nervously. “You mind my asking what the flower is for?”
“Oh...it’s just a token of my appreciation, that’s all. Something to remind you that I owe you one.”
“Well...you know I don’t even know your name.” She frantically looked for the belt on her robe which she realized was missing. “You have to excuse me...um...I just got out of the shower.”
“No problem...you smell really nice. Is that lavender I smell?” he asked. “By the way...my name is Rodman”
“You have a good nose, Rodman. ”
“Yeah, I have been told that I have a nose for fragrances ---among other things.”
He followed closely behind her into the kitchen; admiring her body as they walked. He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together as if he was warming them up to eat a delicious meal. She put the cup and the flower down on the counter and went to look for the package of coffee in the pantry. When she turned around to come out of the pantry, he was standing right in front of the door. She almost dropped the coffee and let out a startled gasp.
“By the way my name is...Whoa! I didn’t expect you to be right there.”
“Yes...but I expected you to be outside my house today. And, I’ve been watching you for weeks now. Why do you think I work out in the living room, Whoa?”
He slowly reached for her hand which was holding her robe closed. It fell open slightly as she looked directly into his eyes. She could smell peppermint on his breath as he came closer. His hands were warm and comforting as he reached for her breast and bent down to kiss her neck.
He wanted to see first, if she would resist or complain. She did neither. She felt his warm breath on her face and the sensations between her legs began once again.
