The Propensity to Obsess (Closed Thread)

[Annabelllee2003]

A Propensity to Obsess (Closed Thread)

Closed Thread between dr.Mabeuse and Annabell Lee
Tale of Obsession.



IC
Rita rattled the handle of her mailbox in frustration. She’s left the key upstairs again. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but the elevator was broken again and she didn’t feel like climbing the 6 floors up and back down to retrieve her mail in this stifling heat. “Hell with it” she mumbled as she started her climb, her shirt sticking gummy on her back with all the humidity New Frederick Ferry has to offer.

She was a sweaty mess when she finally got her key in the door of her apartment. Only damn thing that broke more than the elevator in this building was her air conditioning, and she prayed it still worked.

Dropping her purse, keys, briefcase on the hall table, she went to the ancient window unit and turned it on, grateful when it belched out cool air, it was still working. Standing there one armpit raised to the cooling draft, she reflected on why she was here.

She moved to New Frederick Ferry in March, her company relocated her to head up a branch office of Fender-Smith Consulting. She had delighted in the spring spent here until summer closed on the small city like a shroud. This was so hot. A northern girl, she wasn’t used to the humidity here in Louisiana.

Switching armpits, she realizes that for being here for over 4 months, she really doesn’t know anyone and has no social life outside of client lunches and dinners. No way to be. She should join a gym or something. Get to know people. Well, she knows Mrs. Mumphrey. The old widow down the hall. She has taken a shine to Rita for some reason.

Peeling off her shirt and skirt as she walks down the little hall to her bathroom she thinks how she does like the batty old lady. Dropping her clothes and sodden lingerie in the hamper, she turns on the shower and confronts her reflection in the large spotted door mirror. “Bimbo” she says out loud at her reflection smiling ruefully. Big boobs and ass. Little waist, short. Thick flyaway blond hair to her shoulders that wouldn’t keep a curl in this humidity for nothing.

Shrugging, she steps in the shower with a long sigh and lets the heat of the day slide down the drain.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The heat in the old clock tower was stifling, and he'd had to wrap a strip of towel around his head to keep the sweat out of his eyes. It was a nuisance, but he could stand the heat. The secret was to stay hydrated, and he had a big gallon of ice water right next to him in an empty plastic milk jug.

He could stand the heat because of the view it gave him of her apartment and because no one would bother him here. This old warehouse had been empty forever, just about. He'd had to clear about six inches of pigeon shit out of the loft before he could lay down in here,but now it was pretty comfortable, except for the stifling heat.

He would have liked to have been closer of course, but that's what the telescope was for. He had it trained on her now as she slammed her hand in frustration at her mailbox.

"Oh Rita, Rita, Rita!" he said to himself. "Did you forget your key?"

She looked nice today too. She was hot and sweaty and he liked the way it made her hair fall down in her face. Made her look real sexy, like she'd just been fucked and fucked good. And he especially the way her blouse stuck to her.

"Yeah. Nice and sweaty. Let me lick it off you, huh Rita? Let me lick it all off you real slow."

She was going back inside. He was good enough with the scope so he could see her pass every window in the stairwell as she climbed to the sixth floor. SHe was moving pretty slow by the time she got to the top.

Hot and sweaty. She'd turn on the old AC next. He put the scope on the second window from the stairs. Yep, there she was.

"Rita, Rita." he murmured. "I know you better than you know yourself, don't I"

He watched her as she raised her arms and let the cool air blow down her blouse. He liked when she did this, picturing her with her arms tied over her head in his secret dungeon as he cut her blouse open with his big old knife. He watched as she let the air blow on her neck, the look on her face reminding him of a woman getting it, loving it.

She moved away from the window and he stopped and took a big drink of water, so much it gave him a fleeting headache. She didn't come back into the living room.

"She's in the shower!" he thought to himself.

He'd been waiting for this. Her phone was in the living room. If he called her now she'd come into the living room to answer it with only a towel on. Maybe not even a towel, Maybe she'd come out naked.

He refocused the scope then took out his celel phone and dialed her number.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

As she finished rinsing the shampoo from her hair, bringing her head out from under the spray of the shower, she hears the phone. Damn. Never fails. She should let the machine get it but is worried it may be her boss finally returning her call.

Stepping out of the chipped claw foot tub, her wet foot slides on the tile and she nearly goes down, clutching the curtain and popping a couple of rings before regaining her balance. Moving to the door, grabbing her towel in a fluid movement, she makes her way down the hall to the phone.

Her towel held in one hand clutched to her chest, she grabs the phone breathlessly “Hello?” then wipes her face with the towel.

“Hello?” perturbed now. She can hear the open line, “Hello?” annoyance clear in her voice.

Well, that figures too. Hang up already, Rita – she thinks and as she moves to do just that she hears something faintly come through the line. A chill runs down her spine as she asks “Who is this?”

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The telescope was trained just perfectly to see her as she came into the livingroom, annoyance all over her face, soaking wet.

"Yes, that's sweet. Water alllll over her body." he said to himself.

As she stood with the phone to her ear, he got a chance to see her legs, her bare chest. He thought of the water that would be caught in her pubic hair. He wondered agaian whether she shaved. He hoped not. That would make her seem cheap. He would have her shave it for him though, and he knew she would do it. She would do anything for him, once she understood how he felt about her.

"Hello?" she asked. Seeing her lips move at the same time he heard her voice gave him a sharp pang on excitement.

She didn't know it, but she was talking to him, the man who truly loved her. Her voice was going in his ear

"Hello?" she was getting upset now. He heard her huff through her nose with irritation. Her breath. How sweet her breath must be.

"Hello?" she demanded.

He couldn't help himself. He stuck his tongue out and licked the earpiece, trying to suck up the electronic ghost of her breath. He could almost taste her. He put the phone in his mouth and sucked on it.

How sweet it tasted!

 

[Annabelllee2003]

“Uggghh,” Rita cried as she slammed the phone in its cradle. Disgusting noise that was. Pulling the towel around her in an instinctive gesture of protection, she looks around the living room as though expecting someone to appear. Shaking her wet head, she pads back to the bathroom and turns off the shower.

This is it. She’s changing her number. Barely here four months and has been plagued with her own pet crank caller. Never says a word to her. Well, she has blown it off long enough. As soon as she gets in the office tomorrow, she’s calling.

Crossing into her bedroom, she drapes the towel on the back of the door and snatches her summer silk robe from the closet, sliding her feet into a pair of decrepit toe thongs, she starts into the kitchen to fix something to eat. Almost without thinking she detours to the apartment door and double checks the locks. That call has spooked her.

Eating at the coffee table, the contents of her briefcase strewn about her, she can’t concentrate on her work. Piling it all up, she deposits it back in her case and takes her half-eaten plate to the kitchen. Dumping it in the disposal, she finishes up the modest cleanup needed and snaps off the light. Pausing to shut off the lights in the living room and turning the thud-clanking air conditioner to low, she walks to her bedroom and flops on the bed rolling over to flick on a bedside lamp.

Looking at the curtainless windows – she realizes that she needs to finish furnishing this place. Well, the weekend was coming. Getting up and crossing to her window, she looks out on the street. Raining. She opens the window a couple of inches, testing the breeze. A little cooler. Wish it would blow the humidity out for a while.

Grabbing a book she lays and reads. Until the words blur and she sleeps.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It doesn't get a hell of a lot cooler when the sun goes down, but this is prime viewing time: now until lights out. He slugs down some more of the water, which is now tepid.

She'd put on her robe, but she'd done it behind the door, as usual, but that's okay. He thought she looked great in the robe. It just covered her pussy, and one night he had actually seen her panties as she bent down to get a book off the floor. Her pink panties and the dark cleft of her ass, visible through the sheer fabric.

Now he licked his lips and wiped the sweat out of his eye as he watched her fling her hair back in theat way she had so she could put a rubber band around it and keep it off her neck. He liked the way she walkjed when she didn't have her shoes on, leading with her pelvis. Her legs were gorgeous. He knew her ass was too. He longed for the day he'd get to see her breasts, which he knew only from the way they pushed against her blouses or tee shirt.

He watched her eating something, he couldn't tell what. Usually she ate stuff from the microwave, and he didn't approve of that. It looked like some sort of leftovers.

He watched her as she got up, praying that she'd go to bed. She went to the air conditioner and he saw her face at the window.

She's so lonely! he thought She really needs me!

He liked that thought so he kept it in his head until he saw the light go on in her bedroom.

Great! He swung the scope expertly just in tiume to see her lie down on the bed and cross one leg over the other, pick up a book. He could almost see the perspiration on her head as she tried to read. He could see bugs flying around her bedside lamp. He licked his lips.

That's the way she'd be when he finally came in to get her. She'd drop the book and say, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" and he'd just grin. She'd break into a big smile and say, "Oh it's you! At last I get to meet my man of mystery! I've been waiting for you so long!" Then she'd spread her legs and throw back her robe and show him her nakedness.

"Now come here and fuck me, you wonderful man! God how I've waited for this moment!"

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Rita got up early on Saturday, grateful for the weekend and the slightly cooler temperatures. She promised herself to shop for the apartment and she was going to do it.

Dressing in a light printed halter dress, bare feet pushed in a pair of comfortable leather sandals, and she grabs her big purse and locks the apartment. Stopping by Mrs. Mumphrey’s she asks if the old lady needed anything while she was out.

“No dear, I’m fine. My daughter-in-law came over yesterday with some groceries and I’m all set,” her thin old voice replies. “Forgot the jam though, and the croissants, girl hasn’t got a brain in her head these days.” Rita smiles and tells Mrs. Mumphrey not to worry she’ll pick them up.

Feeling good, Rita pushes the elevator button and is pleasantly surprised to hear the whirr-hiss of it clanking up the shaft. Good. Too nice a day to be lugging bags upstairs. She may even be able to get her shopping done all at once.

She even remembered to put her mail key in her purse. Walking to her little Volvo, parked a half block from the front door of her building, she gets in buckles up and heads toward the mall.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

In his dream she's very shy, almost prudish. Maybe she's kissed a boy when she was young, but it was just for fun. She didn't really like it that much because she never really cared for boys. Not until she met him. Not until she realized how much he really loved her. Then something happened to her, just like that.

She couldn't comtrol herself when he was around. It was a good thing he loved her so much or he might even be embarrassed. In the bedroom she was a hellcat, a slut who couldn't get enough of his cock, who would suck him fry, moaning and mewling and then open her mouth and show it to him before she swallowed it down laughing. She would dance for him shamelessly, masturbating as she did, pretending her fingers was his cock. She would meet him at the door in a black vinyl catsuit and four inch heels that rapped on the hardwood floor as she pushed him into the bedroom. As soon as he was in her she would spasm in wild ecstasy, her eyes rolling back into her head, her body jerking as wity electric shocks as she came again and again.

He was sure it would be like that.

Of course, when they went out in their big car, he would make her behave. He might make her wear a cute sexy sundress like she was wearing today si that everyone could see what a hot little piece she was and envy him. They'd all know what a man he was to have a trick like her under his thumb.

His van was perfect for him. He could keep all his stuff in the back and it was air conditioned, and as long he fept the oil up, she ran okay. Best thing was, he could crash in the back whenever he needed to, so he could camp outside her apartment and see whenever she left. Then he just had to start her up and follow her. He had his cooler and water in the back, even had an empty jug he could pee in. It was perfect.

The fact that she was wearing the sundress meant something to him though. It was obvious she was trying to get his attention. She must know how he liked that dress, because he'd called her three times that last time she'd worn it, and she was the kind of girl who noticed things like that. It was their dress.

What did that little devil have planned, he wondered. he had a timetable he'd been sticking to. Well, more or less. It was two more weeks before he started introducing himself, but now he wondered if maybe he shouldn't speed it up. Her car was right there. Maybe he should leave her a note. Just to let her know that he noticed.

He took out a spiral notebook and found a pen, then he thought long and hard about what he should write. He knew her so well, a note was almost silly, but in the end he carefully printed:

I Like You're Dress
You Love to Fuck
I Love you

He sat staring at it for a while. He liked the way the three lines lined up. The second line was kind of bold and saucy, but they oth knew it was the truth, and she would know that only one person knew the truth of that statement.

He didn't bother to check to see if anyone was watching. He just folded the note and left it under her windshield wiper.

He would have liked to stick around and see her face, but really, he was beat, and he wanted to get a good space near her building before she got back, so he climbed into his van and drove off.

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Rita shops and shops. She picks up throw rugs, towels, and curtains with matching blinds for her windows. A ceiling fan for her bedroom. A new stopper for the ancient tub. Even some new lingerie and shoes. She doesn’t really care for shopping and is especially pleased to have accomplished it all in one fell swoop.

Only thing left is the grocery shopping and she decides to do that a little closer to home. The sky has turned a dark gray, heralding rain, and she just hopes she can beat it home and at least get her stuff in the foyer before the rain comes.

Moving quickly, thorough the store she makes her selections. Doesn’t take long to shop for one. Putting the bags in the car, she remembers, Mrs. Mumphrey’s jam and croissants. With a sigh she quickly runs into the store and makes this purchase too.

Getting back to the car, Rita notices a paper lodged under the windshield wiper blade. ‘I thought this kind of advertising was illegal,’ she thought as she allowed the freshening breeze to open the paper for her, expecting to see an ad for a local bank or church.

I Like Your Dress
You Love to Fuck
I Love you

Mrs. Mumphrey’s jam and croissants hit the pavement with a muffled thump and glass explosion as her head snaps up to look in all directions. Jesus, what kind of pervert would leave a note like this?

Rita snags up the bag, and gets into her car, slamming the auto-lock. Shaking in reaction she reads the note again. Someone is watching her. She has felt it before, and of course the phone calls that she has continually blown off. Her new number should be working by Monday, the phone company had assured her. This note, well, three little lines of printing, has shaken her badly.

Starting the car and resolutely parking it in the loading zone in front of the store, she grabs the bag of ruined jam and squished croissants, locks the car and enters to find the store manager. Questioning the young manager extensively, Rita finds out that the parking lot is time lapsed taped 24/7, and if necessary they would provide the tape to the police. The manager replaces the jam and croissants gratis, and shakes her head as Rita leaves.

Rita drives cautiously, keeping her eyes as much focused on the road ahead as on the rear view mirror, and makes one more stop before lucking out with a parking spot directly in front of her building. Hauling her purchases inside with a couple of trips, she grabs her mail, loads the elevator and rides to the 6th floor. Emptying the elevator and piling the bags at her door, she knocks on Mrs. Mumphrey’s door and gives her the jam and croissants, using her own purchases as an excuse from chitchat, Rita bids her goodbye and takes the remainder of bags into her apartment.


The phone starts to ring just as she finishes putting away her groceries. She lets it ring until the machine picks it up. CLICK. No message.

Sitting in the darkening apartment, Rita decides it’s time to call the police. Just as her hand is poised to pick up the receiver, it rings again. She jerks back as if scalded. RINGGGG, machine, CLICK. No message. Grabbing the phone before it can ring again, she punches 9-1-1 and waits for an answer.

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The rest of the day finds Rita hanging blinds, curtains, and creating a homier look to her apartment as well as installing the deadbolt and peephole that were her last purchases. Closing her blinds and curtains and locking her door, she feels more at ease.

As she waits for the officer they said would stop on his way off his shift, the phone rings again. And again. Each time, no message.

“GOD,” she says out loud, “please let him come soon so I can turn off the ringer.”

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The more he thought about it, the more certain he was that it was time to move the timetable up a couple of weeks. He been feeling like he was getting these psychic messages from her lately, and he knew that she was really lonely and, worse for her, really horny. He knew that on the outside she liked to pretend she was cool and iun control, but inside Rita was a valcano waiting to explode, just waiting for his touch. A woman like Rita needed a man like him.

He stopped and bought a sack of burgers and ate a couple as he drove. He got back to her place and lucked out, found a place right across from her front door, so he parked and finished eating.

He thought about going up to her place. He'd done it before. That's how he'd got the pair of her panties that he kept in a special plastic bag under the mattress in back. The locks on these doors were a joke. A piece of celluloid would slide the bolt right back, easy as pie, and with his old tool belt on. an orange safety vest and a clipboard, he looked like any of the dozens of service men who showed up during the day, trying to get into this or that apartment or up on the roof. But no one ever stopped him.

But no, this was the weekend, and she might be home any time. He wasn't ready to meet her face to face yet. Or rather, he didn't think she'd be ready to meet him, so he just took his phone, his burgers, and a jug of water and walked over to the abandoned warehouse. As a last thougt, he took his scarpbook too. He deserved a treat today. It was a special day.

He pulled back the window boards on the alley side and stepped in, foillowed his usual path up the stairs and finally into the clock tower. He arranged his stuff and checked her apartment. Not back yet.

His scrapbook was his pride and joy. Here he had the photos he'd taken of Rita and the blow ups. He had pages of photos of Rita in her apartment, Rita walking on the street, Rita looking worried. But the best stuff was in the back

That's where he had pasted Rita's face on the bodies of girls he had cut out of magazines. Here was Rita spreading her pussy for him. Here was Rita arching her back at him and showing off her breasts. And the best was this one of Rita getting raped, her clothes all torn and disheveled, his cock clearly visible goinmg into her. The face he had pasted on was almost the perfect size, but her expression was one of calm acceptance.

This one made him hard. It always made him hard, and as he unzipped his panats and took his cock out he ran his fingers over the picture, as if he could feel where his cock would go into her.