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As I followed her down the sidewalk that would lead to her apartment building I made sure to keep in line with other pedestrians, so that I could blend in with the crowd. When she walked into the lobby I kept my head down and rounded the side of the building to enter through the emergency exit doors. There I climbed the forty floors quickly to her hallway and I often reached her door before she did. There I picked the lock and went inside. I made sure to lock the door behind me and then I stood off in the corner I usually hovered in. I made sure to stay just out of her sight.
Melanie returned to her home. I had hoped she would retire for the night, as it was too dark and cold for her to be out at that hour. Instead she went right into her bedroom and then crossed the hall in nothing but a towel to take a shower. The sight of her beautiful legs and the outline of her hips and round bottom stirred my thoughts and I felt the then familiar pull of arousal touch my system. It was odd, in this new body, that I could still feel arousal rush through my veins to my fingertips and toes.
Melanie’s head was turning as she moved to open the bathroom door and I quickly sidestepped the path of her eyes. I ghosted into another dark corner and she stared at the spot I vacated for a long time, before her head turned again towards me. I quickly moved back to the other far corner of her living room and then she shook her head at herself before she went into the bathroom. I did not release my breath until I heard the sounds of the shower running.
She would find me out soon. That much I knew. There was no more information I needed from watching Melanie. I needed to get over my silly attraction and complete my mission. I took a deep breath and then stepped forward to leave her apartment silently. But then the unthinkable happened and she stepped out of the bathroom. The shower was still running and she still had the towel wrapped around her dry body.
I moved with the speed only my mechanical limbs could have granted me. I managed to dodge her spotting me and watched as she went into her bedroom. I took the opportunity quietly and quickly to leave the apartment.
That was too close for comfort. I had gotten reckless and almost endangered my mission. Just like the last one I was on, I got too confident, too comfortable, and it nearly cost me my life.
I did not need anything of the sort to happen again. I sighed to myself and thought about what humans did for fun on a Friday evening. In my time of observation, I learned that no matter the culture, race, or region, humans liked to drink alcohol. I figured a good ale was in order as I was nearing the end of my mission anyways.
*****
Melanie
When I stepped out of the shower I felt that the apartment was almost empty somehow…then I realized that the presence over my shoulder was no longer there. I guess maybe I had lost it for a little while then. In any event I was glad I didn’t have the urge to look over my shoulder anymore. I thoroughly moisturized my hair to eliminate any frizz and the curls actually started to behave and tousle just how I wanted them to. After that I put on a form fitting red sweater that showed off some cleavage once I removed my scarf, and a pair of my best dark blue jeans. They showed off my butt fantastically. The khaki, heeled boots were the icing on the cake, though I didn’t wear an obvious heel because I didn’t want to come off as desperate.
Once I was ready I headed out to the sports bar just a couple of blocks away. When I came to the English-pub-like exterior of the bar, that creeping feeling that I was being watched came back and I glanced behind me in paranoia. There was that figure across the street, just standing there staring at me. I hurried into the building and took a seat at the bar. It was kind of weird how the outside of Rick’s was decorated like a pub, but the inside was a straight up sports bar. Outfitted with pool tables, darts, and
Melanie returned to her home. I had hoped she would retire for the night, as it was too dark and cold for her to be out at that hour. Instead she went right into her bedroom and then crossed the hall in nothing but a towel to take a shower. The sight of her beautiful legs and the outline of her hips and round bottom stirred my thoughts and I felt the then familiar pull of arousal touch my system. It was odd, in this new body, that I could still feel arousal rush through my veins to my fingertips and toes.
Melanie’s head was turning as she moved to open the bathroom door and I quickly sidestepped the path of her eyes. I ghosted into another dark corner and she stared at the spot I vacated for a long time, before her head turned again towards me. I quickly moved back to the other far corner of her living room and then she shook her head at herself before she went into the bathroom. I did not release my breath until I heard the sounds of the shower running.
She would find me out soon. That much I knew. There was no more information I needed from watching Melanie. I needed to get over my silly attraction and complete my mission. I took a deep breath and then stepped forward to leave her apartment silently. But then the unthinkable happened and she stepped out of the bathroom. The shower was still running and she still had the towel wrapped around her dry body.
I moved with the speed only my mechanical limbs could have granted me. I managed to dodge her spotting me and watched as she went into her bedroom. I took the opportunity quietly and quickly to leave the apartment.
That was too close for comfort. I had gotten reckless and almost endangered my mission. Just like the last one I was on, I got too confident, too comfortable, and it nearly cost me my life.
I did not need anything of the sort to happen again. I sighed to myself and thought about what humans did for fun on a Friday evening. In my time of observation, I learned that no matter the culture, race, or region, humans liked to drink alcohol. I figured a good ale was in order as I was nearing the end of my mission anyways.
*****
Melanie
When I stepped out of the shower I felt that the apartment was almost empty somehow…then I realized that the presence over my shoulder was no longer there. I guess maybe I had lost it for a little while then. In any event I was glad I didn’t have the urge to look over my shoulder anymore. I thoroughly moisturized my hair to eliminate any frizz and the curls actually started to behave and tousle just how I wanted them to. After that I put on a form fitting red sweater that showed off some cleavage once I removed my scarf, and a pair of my best dark blue jeans. They showed off my butt fantastically. The khaki, heeled boots were the icing on the cake, though I didn’t wear an obvious heel because I didn’t want to come off as desperate.
Once I was ready I headed out to the sports bar just a couple of blocks away. When I came to the English-pub-like exterior of the bar, that creeping feeling that I was being watched came back and I glanced behind me in paranoia. There was that figure across the street, just standing there staring at me. I hurried into the building and took a seat at the bar. It was kind of weird how the outside of Rick’s was decorated like a pub, but the inside was a straight up sports bar. Outfitted with pool tables, darts, and
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