Georgia had never done anything like this before. She’d just been waiting for the bus when the

Georgia had never done anything like this before. She’d just been waiting for the bus when there he was. Their eyes had met across the lobby, and he’d just walked over to her. He hadn’t said anything, just stood behind her and a little to the left. She didn’t dare turn around, but she had known he was there, known that if she had given into the temptation that she could have simply reached back and cupped his crotch with her hand. When her bus had come he had followed her on. The driver didn’t seem to see him. No one seemed to be able to see him. They just moved around him as if that was hat they had intended all along. She deliberately sat in the front, where the seats had faced inwards, so that she’d have the protection of the crowd. He sat down across from her fingers steepled in front of his face as he….stared. Just stared. Her pussy began to tingle as he watched her, and suddenly Georgia realized that she was rubbing her legs together. And that her shirt was too tight. Oh gods, why hadn’t she worn a bra that day? She had, hadn’t she? Where the hell had it gone? But she couldn’t have been wearing a bra, because she could feel the cotton of her shirt dragging across her stiff nipples…He was still right behind her when she got off the bus. He followed her into her apartment building, always a careful step behind. Her brain was screaming that this was wrong, that she needed to call the cops, that she needed to scream for help, to confront him, to do anything. But…while her heart was racing, it wasn’t with fear. He waited patiently as she unlocked her door, and her body held it open a moment longer than normal, a silent invitation.Then he was grabbing her, backing her against her kitchen table. His hands were all over her body, deliberately dragging across her bare tit as he moved to grab her throat.“Last chance,” he murmured. “Are you sure you want this?”“…yes.” -- source link

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