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MsTempestRaven -> The Black Widow (9/2/2005 10:44:54 PM)
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I had been watching her for three weeks now. Every move she made was etched into my brain. I had been assigned to her case when the detective before me had suddenly vanished into thin air while tracking her. They say she’s a dangerous woman, but I haven’t seen a single thing to convince me of it. I rented an apartment across the street from hers so that I could see her better. While she had been out shopping one afternoon, I had spent an hour in her apartment rummaging through everything, setting up hidden microphones throughout. She hadn’t seemed to notice the intrusion to her privacy or the fact that her every move and word were being monitored by me just across the street. My superiors were convinced this woman, deemed The Black Widow by the media, was a cold-blooded killer. In the past six months, the bodies of 5 men had been found murdered, completely drained of their blood, left in compromising positions in local hotels on the outskirts of the city. The Black Widow had ties to all these men and is believed to have killed them all brutally. Each morning I awoke at the ungodly hour of 4 a.m., made myself a pot of strong black coffee showered and changed before she rose. By the time she rolled out of bed at 5:30 a.m., I was awake and aware of her every move. I began my assignment taking extremely detailed notes of her activities, starting with her 5 a.m. masturbations. I have since stopped taking notes. I don’t feel the need. She does the exact same thing every day, with the exception of bringing home a different female lover every other day. I make notes of these women, describing them with care, wondering what their names are. This morning I woke late and when I reached for my binoculars, she was already gone. I panicked, got dressed and set out to explore her daytime world. From this point, I had never watched her outside her apartment. There were other agents assigned to her movements, but I was drawn to her, called by her and I had to find her and follow her. I began thinking to myself as I searched the crowded streets for her long curly blond hair that I was obsessed by her. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t stop thinking about being one of her lovers and how it would feel to have her naked skin against mine. These thoughts and feelings were all new to me. I’d been married, not happily, for 15 years to another detective and we had grown apart as we moved up the ladder in our careers. I had always been attracted to other women, but I’d never gotten wet just watching another woman like I do with this woman. Ahhh there she is. I move in behind her in the crowd, close enough to touch her, smell her. My heart pounded as I watched the movements of her body as she strolled through the city streets. Nothing around me existed, just her. How could I feel these things? Think these things? All I knew was that I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything. After spending the day following her, she strode into a crowded bar and sat at a corner table. I quietly followed her in trying to keep my composure. She sipped a glass of wine slowly, taking the time to savor all its flavor. I sat at the bar, ordered a Jack on the rocks and glanced between her and a baseball game on the television above the bar. I looked up and to my surprise, she was gone. I panicked for a moment, my heart racing uncontrollably. I looked around the bar and there was no sign of her. “Damn”! I whispered to myself. I was digging through my pockets for money to pay the tab when I heard a soft voice against my ear. “Would you care to join me for a drink”? the voice purred. I turned and there she was, The Black Widow. Her smile was warm and welcoming, her cheeks a little flush from the wine. I smiled, nervous. “I…I was just about to leave”. I could feel sweat running down my neck to my back, my hands growing clammy.“What a shame. I hate to drink alone,” she replied. “Are you sure you wouldn’t have just one drink with me? I feel kind of insecure about being here so late alone”. I didn’t take time to reconsider. I followed her like a puppy led to milk and sat across the table from her. She was more beautiful close up. I was speechless and was suddenly aware of what an idiot I must seem. She talked; mostly about how much she hated her job and how she didn’t believe in real love. I listened, soaking her in. Finally, she reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. “Would you like to have a drink with me at my place? It’s not crowded there and I wouldn’t loose my voice yelling”, she smiled. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I was on my feet, digging again for money in my pocket when she waved me away and handed the bartender her credit card to take care of our drinks. I thanked her as we strolled down the sidewalk. She talked most of the way, rambling on about herself. She stopped in front of the apartment building and began fumbling with her keys. “This is me”, she giggled. I looked around as we headed for the elevator. The doors shut, she pushed the number 6 button, and then without any warning, she was in front of me, her arms pulling me toward her. I didn’t fight. Her lips were hot and wet against mine and I could taste the wine on her tongue as she kissed me deep. I was nervous at first, but then relaxed into her and allowed her to work my body with hers. She pulled away from me, as if knowing the exact moment the elevator doors would open and then pulled me behind her as an elderly couple moved into the elevator mumbling about hellfire and salvation. We were almost at a full run as we came upon her door. She had the key out and ready. The door swung open and she pulled me in. She turned on a low light in the hallway and let me into the kitchen. She threw her jacket across a chair and walked to the fridge and removed a bottle of wine. “Be an angel and fix us a glass of wine while I change”? She kissed me hard on the lips and started unbuttoning her shirt as she walked toward a dark room, teasing me. I fumbled with the cork; my hands shaking as I carefully poured two glasses. Suddenly, I felt her behind me, wrapping her arms tight around my waist, her head buried in my neck, the feel of her tongue driving me into sweet madness. I felt her hands moving over me expertly. She slid her hands under my shirt, cupping my breasts, playfully pinching my nipples as her tongue delved into my ear. I moaned slightly as she slid my shirt over my head. She pressed herself to me, unbuttoning my jeans from behind me, her hand sliding inside my panties and against my soaking wet pussy. I moaned louder as her fingers stroked my swollen clit. She slid my jeans to the floor with her other hand while continuing to finger my pussy. Moments later I let out a little cry as I came against her fingers. She turned me toward her, taking her fingers and sucking my sweet juices from them before kissing me deeply, her tongue invading my mouth. I kicked my jeans away from me and looked at her for a moment before she dropped her robe and stood before me naked, beautiful. She pulled me toward her in another kiss as she pressed me against the kitchen table, lifting me onto it. She moved down my neck slowly, her tongue exploring every crevice of me. I moaned loud and her mouth found my hard nipples and she began to suck them both at the same time, biting gently, pressing my breasts together. I pulled her to my lips, this time my passion overwhelming me as my tongue slid between her lips diving deep inside her mouth. She moaned as she spread my legs. She moved quickly between my thighs, licking the insides of both of them before the softness of her tongue moved against my swollen clit. I moaned even louder, reaching for her as her tongue flicked faster over my, her fingers sliding gently, deep inside me. I let out a cry of pleasure as she began to pump her fingers in and out of my hot wet pussy and suck harder at my clit. She felt so good. All I could do was feel her and respond by pressing her face harder against me as she brought me to orgasm over and over. My body trembled uncontrollably as she helped me from table and led me to her bedroom. The sheets were soft and smelled of Lavender as she lay me down. I pulled her to me, kissing her passionately. She rolled onto her back and began guiding me to do what she wanted. With every touch I was more aware of how my body was reacting to her pleasure. All I wanted was to make her happy. I followed her expert lead between her glistening thighs and began to lick and suck greedily at her clit. She rolled me over on my back, our breathing rapid and uncontrollable. I knew what she wanted and held out my hand to help her straddle my face. I brought her to my mouth fast, my tongue darting deep inside her before sucking at her clit. She moaned louder, grinding harder against my face as I slowly slid my finger inside her ass. She began to rock back and forth with such force and intensity until she came so hard, her juices running over my face as I fought to swallow all of her. She rolled off me and lay beside me, our breathing deep. No words passed between. After a few moments, I had nearly fallen asleep when I felt her get up. I lay very still, remembering every touch. My mind wandered to the investigation and my surveillance and I almost laughed aloud at how wrong the department had been about her and how I was going to straighten this out first thing in the morning. The darkness enveloped me. The silence was deafening. From the corner of my eye, I see something. Suddenly she is there, at my throat, her fangs stabbing deep into my neck. I feel the warmth of her. Absurd anyone would think this woman was a killer, I though as I felt myself fading… and the warmth of her skin against mine was hypnotic as I ….
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