Neighborhood Watch (Closed)

[iamincognito45]

Neighborhood Watch

Traffic was light on the beautiful spring morning as Doug Winters retuned home from the grocery store. The sun was shining and the temperature was rising though the 60s as he turned off the feeder road into the neighborhood entrance. Sierra Vista was not a gated community, but it was definitely on the upscale side of town. Quiet, peaceful and uneventful, it was a great place to live. The kind of place where you could live your life in relative privacy and anonymity. Passing through the fist stop sign, Doug could see a a tall slender woman with dark hair jogging along the sidewalk. He subconsciously let his foot of the gas to allow his truck to begin coasting and slowing, closing the distance to the unknown jogger. As he approached, he realized it was a woman he recognized. Not by name. In fact, he had never met her. But he had seen her. Oh yes he had. Many times in fact. She was quite the staple in the neighborhood and could often be seen running up and down the main thoroughfares or through the parks. Dave dipped his sunglasses to look over them and get a better look as he passed by. Her long lithe legs were moving in rhythm, setting a nice steady pace. Her nice round ass bouncing firmly. Her long dark hair tied in a loose pony tail swishing back and forth. Once passed, he instinctively looked up into the rear view mirror. Her sweat soaked tank top clinging to her perky, bouncing breasts. Dave looked up just in time to avoid bouncing off the curb as he smiled to himself and corrected his steering.

Dave was still smiling to himself as he turned down his street and pulled into the driveway at the bottom of the cul-de-sac. He hadn't dated much since the divorce five years ago. His wife leaving him for her boss at the advertising firm across town. So was not above smiling and secretly fantasizing about the sexy jogger as he began unloading the groceries. Clearly the groceries told a tale of a single man planning on a night alone. A single ribeye, baking potato, fixings and a six pack of beer. If only he had two steaks. Two potatoes. The dark haired woman joining him on his deck overlooking the woods behind his house. Yes. If only... Why couldn't he have a woman like that? He was a handsome man. Tall and fit for his age. And still attractive. He just never found himself in close enough proximity to any single women to attract one for a date. Much less anything more animalistic. At this point, he would have to kidnap a woman like that to have her. Now there's an idea. He could kidnap her. His smile returning. This was all nothing more than fantasy of course, but it was enough to keep him smiling as costed the door and headed into the kitchen.

 

[SilentMelody]

Melissa North liked to jog early, or late, the times when the neighborhood was at its most peaceful. While all the children were sleeping, at any rate. She loved how alive her neighborhood was, mostly young families, a few active retirees, a friendly sort of place with well kept yards and green spaces.

She knew many of the families, she taught at the local dance and gymnastics studio and most families had at least one student come through her classes. She knew the retirees, mostly through the retired cop who was her co-captain of the Neighborhood Watch, and taking reports from the more anxiously involved people in the neighborhood. Not that there was anything like a crime problem, mostly the Watch handled getting children to and from the bus stop safely and complaints about people not cleaning up after their dogs. There was the occasional teenage mischief issue, but the neighborhood was a great place to live.

A truck slowed down to pass her and she recognized one of the single men. She thought about waving but decided against it, they hadn't really met. He kept to himself, and she was busy with the children. She watched his truck turn down the cul-de-sac closest the woods and she followed the road up the hill to her own place.

She finished her run, checking her time - not bad - and stretching on her front porch before going inside. She'd left her door unlocked, unless she was leaving the neighborhood itself, she rarely locked up, so coming home was the matter of turning a doorknob and walking down the hall to the bathroom. She was right on schedule to open up the studio for preschool gymnastics, an activity for the mothers and social time as much as for any skill development in the children, an afternoon neighborhood watch captain's meeting, then beginner ballet, beginner tap and intermediate ballet, then home for dinner.

The house was more than a single woman really needed, but the man she had wanted to share it with had turned out to be not worth her time. So she had two empty bedrooms and a den made into her own tiny ballet studio. It didn't feel like so much of a loss any more, her life had been filled in other ways, she'd even been on a few dates now and then, but nothing serious.

She'd convinced herself she didn't need a serious romantic relationship, just like she didn't need a professional performing career. She had convinced herself she didn't need anything more than safety.

 

[iamincognito45]

Unpacking the groceries, Dave placed the perishable cold items in the refrigerator and freezer, the dry good in the pantry and the personal items in the bathroom. For a single man, he was more organized and meticulous than most. Far from anal but he appreciated structure and organization. A place for everything and everything in its place. He thought about taking a shower but decided to step out onto his covered deck and enjoy the late morning solitude. He grabbed his iPad and a cup of coffee and headed out the French doors, dropping his tall frame into one of the comfortable recliners and began browsing the morning news. Local drug violence. Petty dictators threatening war with the super powers. Mudslinging in the upcoming presidential election. It was all too typical and depressing to continue reading. Dave was in a good mood this morning and didn’t want to spoil it by reading about world’s woes.

He decided to take the dog for a walk and get some fresh air. No doubt, the sexy jogger was long gone by now, but the thought of her banding up and down the streets made him want to get some fresh air too. And his loyal dog Molly could use the exercise as much as he could. Whistling loudly, he could hear the rattling of her collar as Molly turned the corner with the leash in her mouth. Dave hooked the leash and the two of them headed out the door. Rounding he corner of the cul-de-sac, they headed up towards the community park. It was more fun than just walking up and down the street. The park was always filled with people. And there was always something going on. The pool, the community center, the playscapes, hike and bike trails. That made the trip more enjoyable for Molly. And more fun for Dave too. He liked to watch people. Sexy joggers like the one form this morning sure. But not just them. He liked to watch all people. To see if he could ‘read’ them. To imagine their moods, their thoughts.

School was in session and it was still mid-day so the park was not as crowded as it would be on the weekends or even after school. Still, they could see folks enjoying the cool spring day as approached the park. They stopped by the pool so Dave could check out the spring pool hours. It was closed at the moment but he was thinking he might join and take up swimming for exercise as the summer heat approached. A notice adjacent to the community center entrance announced an upcoming neighborhood watch captain’s meeting. He wondered about the so called neighborhood watch and the committee that oversaw it. Was it really necessary in the sleepy little neighborhood? Or was it quiet and peaceful because they were so effective?

Walking along the trail adjacent to the street, Dave saw a vaguely familiar SUV heading towards him. As it approached he took note of the driver and began to think it was his sexy jogger behind the wheel. And as she whizzed past him and Molly, he was sure of it. Not realizing he was doing it, he suddenly did an about face and made a mental note of the vehicle. But why? He wasn’t sure, but he did notice the decals on the back window advertising a local dance studio. Wait a minute. Was she the same woman that advertised in the neighborhood newsletter? He bet she was. And it made perfect sense now. Just how fit she was. Not just the jogging, but teaching dance all day? Now that’s the kind of daily routine that will tone the legs and make for a nice tight ass! It was the beginning of an idle fantasy that continued all the way home. As he walked into the house and unhooked Molly, he made a point of telling himself, he was just going to have to learn more about this sexy mystery woman.

 

[SilentMelody]

Melissa took a long luxurious shower. She was well accustomed to the idea of taking good care of her body for all of the work she did with it. Part of her care was in relaxing when she could, and she took almost hedonistic levels of pleasure in the warm water running over her skin, heat soaking into her muscles. She stretched gently, maintaining the flexibility of her limbs that she had kept from a childhood of ballet.

She towel dried her hair before braiding it and dressing in leggings and a tank top, form fitting, comfortable clothes for a day of teaching. And then she was off in her little SUV, zipping through the neighborhood streets, emptied of school age children while she was getting dressed, but active now with the mid day life of her neighbors. She waved to a few she knew and arrived at her studio a bare 15 minutes after leaving her front porch.

The preschool class she had in the morning was less about form and more about trying to tire out the little ones and let them enjoy moving, with some motor skill development thrown in. Some days it brought her more joy than any of her advanced students, but today was not one of those days. By the end of the hour she was frazzled and had just about enough of chasing after rambunctious 3 year olds. She was all too happy to hand them back to their mothers or nannies and head for the community center.

She decided to walk, it was a bit of a hike, but after she got to the park she would have a good ten minutes on quiet nature trails, which sounded heavenly after the bouncy children. A half hour should be enough time, if she grabbed lunch after the meeting and asked Robert, her co-captain, to give her a ride back to her studio.

 

[iamincognito45]

What was it about that woman? Why couldn’t he quit thinking about her. Those long legs. Her perky breasts. Her long pony tail swishing back and forth. But it was more than just her being hot. There was something about her. Some sense of attitude and entitlement. As if she were better than everyone else. He had no direct experience to feel that way. Just something he felt. She may very well have been a wonderful and pleasant woman. But that wasn’t what he sensed. Maybe it was just that he felt she was somehow out of reach for someone like him. Someone so different.

It was then and there, in his kitchen that he decided he needed to know more about this woman. He would stalk her, learn about her, find ways to run into her in the neighborhood. And see if he could generate a connection. But how? He decided he needed more time to think. More time to plan. More time to decide what he wanted to do and how. His mind was racing now and his thoughts were all over the place. He needed to calm down. To relax. So he decided to head out the back door and stroll through the woods behind the house. To get away and gather his thoughts.

Reaching down to pet Molly, he grabbed his keys, locked the back door and headed out to the gate in the backyard and the secluded woods beyond. The woods were always so quiet and peaceful That’s what he loved about them and why he bought the house he did. The wooded area extended for miles directly behind him. Some kind of dedicated preserve. There were trails, but they were not formal trails. And it was very rare for him to see anyone else. He headed to the left and east. That was the direction where the wooded area met up with the community park and bordered the more formal granite trails there.

His walk was light and leisurely. And while he planned to think about ways to get closer to this woman, all he could think about was how hot she was. And how much he wanted her. It was then that he saw her. She was walking briskly along the park trail near the edge of the woods. He long legs giving her a nice quick pace. Firm legs, tone calves, tight ass. The longer he watched her, the more lustful he became. Before he realized it, he was rubbing his thickening cock through his shorts and trailing her along the edge of the woods. Looking forward, he realized she was about to be turning right and heading back into the main part of the park, toward the community center and the parking lot. He would either lose her there, or have to step out of the woods where he could be seen by others.

Without thinking, as if in a trance, he suddenly starting being mindful of his steps. Careful to avoid making noise, he was rushing now, to catch up. Nearing the edge of the woods, he slipped his hand into his pocket and removed a neckerchief before finally jumping out into the trail directly behind her. The sound of his feet hitting the granite trail startled her but he was on her before she could turn around. Wrapping his hand and neckerchief around her mouth, he stifled any attempt at a scream while his other arm wrapped around her waist firmly lifting her off the ground. She fought and kicked as he began dragging her back into the woods but the combination of his hand and neckerchief pressed firmly over her faced left her struggling for breath. She quit fighting for a moment when she felt his breath on the back of her neck as he whispered in her ear.

“I promise not to hurt you. So long as you do what I say. Do you understand?”

She could barely make out the words with her heart pounding in her head. But she did understand. She felt the power and strength in his arms and knew should could never fight him off. She would have to comply at least long enough to get her thoughts together and find an opening to try to escape. She nodded tensely and felt him lower her till her feet touched the ground again. His firm grip on her waist remained. His hand leaving her face, sliding down and gripping her neck. Firmly at first to send a signal, then lightly just keeping his fingers securely in place. She tried to speak softly, to ask who he was and what he wanted. But every time she did, his fingers closed firmly around her neck, choking her and making it clear she was not speak.

Her mind raced as they headed deeper and deeper into the woods. Who was he? What did he want? Where was he taking her? What was going to happen to her? She was afraid of the unknown and afraid for what might happen next.

His mind raced too. What has he done?! What now? Will she continue to be cooperative? What if she didn’t? What would he do? What would he do with her once he got her back to his house? He really wasn’t ready for this. Wasn’t prepared. It just… happened. So suddenly. And yet, instead of being afraid or remorseful, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. So excited in fact, he could feel his erection returning. No, he was not afraid. He was excited. Excited about the possibilities to come…