SHE WAS KIDNAPPED part 6

SHE WAS KIDNAPPED part 6

Nina walked up the subway stairs. She finally reached the top, walking away from the subway and towards her apartment. He stood in the dark shadows, watching her as she walked home. She walked right passed him, not noticing him in his disguise. He wore a well fitting wig he had made of human hair, he had paid a hairdresser for hanks of real hair and had carefully hand stitched the soft hair into a piece of needlework backing he had shaped to fit his head, it had been a painstaking effort but he felt it was worth it. The blond wig was stuck to his head with spirit gum that he had purchased at a theatrical makeup supplier. The cap he wore was pulled low over his eyes keeping much of his face in shadow.

She passed so close to Him that he could smell the provocative blend of moisturizer, deodorant and her natural scent. He licked his lips, tantalizing his senses with the thought of tasting her skin. She walked briskly home, taking no notice of her surroundings, just intent on reaching her apartment as quickly as possible. As He stalked Nina he tried to blend in with the crowd so that she could not see him shadowing her, it was difficult with his 6ft 6 frame, He had to slump his shoulders, stooping a little to make him seem shorter than he was.

Pulling up the collar of the trench coat even higher to hide his face from prying eyes, He felt uncomfortable with clothing over his latex body suit. He pulled back when she approached her building, watching as she walked up the steps and pressed the call button for the building security guard. He sneered as he thought of the inadequacy of the security guards they were both fools, incapable of protecting themselves let alone the people in the apartment building. He could come and go undetected as he pleased.

Nina turned as she pressed the security button, feeling a prickle on her neck she thought someone was watching her. Was He near? Her pulse began to race. She ran her fingers through her now shoulder length blond hair she had kept it short since He had cropped it. Nina could not see Him but she felt he might be near, watching and waiting. Everywhere she went she looked for Him. At work she daydreamed of him, replaying how he had kidnapped her, used her as his plaything, fantasizing about him returning for her but she also felt a little scared that He would.

Sometimes at her desk if she thought no one was around, her hand would sneak under the desk fondling her wet pussy through the sheer silky material of her g-string. The more she thought of Him the more aroused she became and even while sleeping she dreamt of Him. She had found most mornings that her panties were damp from the sexual intensity of the dreams

Today at work she had nearly been caught pleasuring herself in her office. Being more daring than usual she had not worn panties under her short skirt. During the day her hand had strayed under her skirt and spreading her knees as far apart as the tight skirt would let her she slide her fingers along her moist lips, then slipping two fingers inside herself almost gasping at the intense pleasure, she moved her fingers inside herself.

Using her thumb she found her clit and gently stroked the nub till the small bud of flesh became hard under her caress, she titillated her hard clit and fingered herself almost coming instantly as she stroked the aching aroused nub of flesh.

Oh god I’m going to cum. She thought, just as her office door opened and one of the senior partners walked in. She had quickly pulled her moist fingers from her pussy, keeping her hand under the desk. She squeezed her thighs together, almost moaning as her pussy ached with need. She kept her composure as he stood and talked to her for about 20 minutes on some upcoming law changes. Nina nodded and responded as necessary but found herself becoming increasingly frustrated by his presence. She was pleased when he left and she quickly walked to the bathroom where she frantically fingered herself till she climaxed.

Straightening her skirt and washing her hands she returned to her office to try and get some work done. But soon she was day dreaming of Him again, wanting to feel his stiff, large prick inside her, filling her up, thrusting roughly, deeper, deeper till she reach her orgasm.

Nina’s thoughts returned to the present as she heard Tim the day security guard arrive and open the door. Thanking him, she walked into the lift and pushed the button for the 15th floor. She was pleased to be home after a hectic day and was glad that she had finished unpacking. Even though she had only shifted 10 floors to one of the better apartments the whole shift had still been a nuisance!

As she unlocked the door, entering the apartment she tossed her keys on the coffee table. She walked around her apartment, checking to see if He had been there. Nina has not seen or heard from Him in months, just finding signs that He has been in her apartment. A few weeks ago strange things had begun to happen, her furniture had been shifted and things were missing. He wanted her to know He had been there and that He could come and go as He pleased. Everything seemed to be in place until she walked into her bedroom. A long brown package lay on her pillow.

Just as she reached for the package her phone rang. Nina picked up the phone, "Hello?"

Nina its Simone! How are you?

Good thanks.

Nina, I have invited a friend of Pete’s around for dinner and I need you to be there to make the numbers even.

Nina sighed, Simone did this to her all the time; arranging dinner’s so that she could meet some stranger in the hope that she would be attracted to him. Simone had little to do in her life except match making as her rich husband, Pete, had made his fortune in computer software. Giving up her job as a top hair stylist had left Simone feeling bored and at a loose end till she had found the matchmaker in herself.

All right, Simone but this is the last time. Nina warned.

Oh of course, honey. I promise.

Nina was not convinced by Simone’s promise, knowing her too well.

When and what time Nina asked.

Tomorrow night, 7 pm and wear something sexy. Simone giggled as she hung up.

Nina sighed; Simone was incorrigible in her matchmaking.

Nina hung up the phone, taking the package in her hand, she excitedly ripped it open to find a large white box. There was no writing on the box, opening the lid she pulled out a huge dildo! Tied around the top of the dildo was a small tag that read, Cyber skin Dildo.

It felt almost like human skin, it was soft, warm and jiggle It was very realistic! Stroking the soft dildo, her hand rubbing up and down the shaft, stroking the very real looking head, she giggled wondering what it would feel like inside her. Nina walked into the lounge, throwing the packaging and brown paper into the waste basket. She left the dildo on the coffee table. Nina walked into the kitchen and went to the fridge, opening it and removing a bottle of her favorite wine. She poured herself a glass and walking to the coffee table she picked up the dildo. She knew who it was that had left this for her to play with, it was obvious.

Sitting on the couch, Nina placed her glass on the coffee table. Dropping the dildo in her lap, she undid her jacket, taking it off and laying it on the couch beside her. Resting her head on the back of the couch she shut her eyes, she felt the tension starting to leave her, as her thoughts drifted, thinking of her day. It had been busy starting at 6 this morning she had gone for a long run, enjoying the crisp morning air and the relatively empty streets.

Then home for a quick shower, wearing her lawyer’s suit of a standard tight black skirt, white blouse and a black jacket, grabbing a quick bite for breakfast and a brisk walk to the subway. This morning had been a little different when she got to her office, instead of being greeted by her middle aged secretary, Lynda, there was a pretty young woman holding her cup of coffee. Taking a longer look Nina guessed that she was about 5 ft. 3 she was of slim build with a tiny waist and ample breasts noticeable under her blouse.

Her blonde hair, cut in a bob with a fringe at the front, framed a face pretty enough to need very little makeup. The young woman blushed under Nina’s scrutiny.

To be continued