This was not where Rigby Mortimer found Ellen. She’d already graduated from the program and moved out.
Ellen was working at a small elementary school in Eagle Rock, a little town in Montana, and living alone in a faded blue and white single wide trailer behind the old local feed and hardware store.
Now that he knew where she was, he’d been able to watch her. He’d always loved watching her, and that was what he’d been indulging in for the past four days. He had to be careful around the feed and hardware store as that was where the locals met in the mornings. But everything in town closed early. He’d always preferred to watch her at night, anyway. To be sure she was safe.
The first time he saw Ellen was a moment he would never forget. She looked so like his cousin, Honoria “Honey” Burton, with her long dark hair and big brown eyes. Exactly as she’d looked the year she died. Drowned at sixteen, Honey would never age.
She’d been his first love, until Ellen. At first, he thought he’d seen a ghost. He’d followed her, out of the college bookstore, mesmerized by the little beauty, who looked and dressed like a sixteen-year-old.
He’d remembered the summers together with Honey, while the adults were busy, and how they’d kissed. It was as if they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, and they’d necked and made out, never with their clothes off, though he’d seen her breasts more than once. He would never be over his first love, but his love for Ellen had merged with his love for Honey, and now Ellen was the grown woman that Honey could never be.
At first, he’d followed her, thinking she was Honey. Later, he followed her because he was fascinated by the resemblance. He just couldn’t get over it. Then, he followed her to be assured of her safety. He didn’t like it when boys tried to take her out and did what he could to prevent the dates from going well.
Spying was in his nature. It was how he’d first seen his cousin, without anything but her pajama bottoms on. No one had ever caught him spying, even to this day. Watching Ellen undress was one of his favorite things to do.
Rigby felt his desire for her stirring tonight as he watched Ellen walk to her car from the trailer, her long dark hair tumbling down her back, her hips swaying as she carried a milk carton full of stuff, probably for her classroom.
With each step she took, images of what he’d soon do to her filled his mind. By the time she reached her car, he was full on hard and glad no one could see him where he hid, watching. They wouldn’t have understood.
Her hands were full, and she bent to place the carton on the ground, before opening the trunk of her car. Then she bent to pick the carton up again.
He watched as she bent down, twice, placing the carton down and then picking it up again. As he watched, he enjoyed the roundness of her ass sticking out.
She has such a fine ass. More than a handful. Great to look at. Good to grab.
Just the way he liked them. His hands itched to grab her ass and pull it close to him so he could rub against her. Then do as he pleased with her.
The memory of the touch of her skin came back to him along with her scent. The feel of her soft dark hair in his hands as he’d wrapped his hand around her ponytail, to control her and force her into his truck. He’d been surprised how controlling her movements made him feel. Powerful and strong. In control. He wanted that again.
She wasn’t wearing a ponytail holder today, but her hair was still long, even longer than before, and he knew it would be just as soft this time.
The night he’d tried to take her home, he’d finally had the chance to touch her. Soft everywhere that counted, everything about her made him want her even more than watching her had.
He’d watched her for so long. Years. And she’d never had a clue.
The panties he’d stolen from her dorm room had long lost their scent, years ago. It had been so easy to take them, back then. To slip into her dorm room and go through her things. So easy to watch her and follow her.
She was clueless to any of it, and he’d reveled in collecting more and more trophies, allowing her the time to finish her classes and get her degree before he would come for her. He had big plans. And at the right time, he knew they’d be together forever.
He still had the pale pink silk panties, but no longer sniffed them. They were worn from use as he’d rubbed against them imagining she was there, wearing them. He still ran his fingers across them every night, visualizing what they’d look like on her ass as he rubbed against it while she was bent over. That smooth, round ass which would soon be his, to do with as he pleased.
This time he was more prepared, and he wouldn’t make the same mistakes he had made before.
That she would fight him had never occurred to him once. She was his love, and they were destined to be together, forever. That’s why he had found her years ago and why he had waited for her to finish college and to take her dream job. He only wanted the best for her, and they were meant to be together. Why would she fight?
She hadn’t understood.
When he’d tried to take her with him, she’d fought with a desperation he’d never guessed she would have.
She’d been scared.
He hadn’t intended to scare her; had thought she would understand.
She was his love; didn’t she know that? Apparently not. But that was all right. Sometimes women were confused, so it was up to the man to explain things to them.
This might take more time than he’d realized.
He’d leave nothing to chance this time. She’d have no opportunity to get away again.
