Being Watched

By Abigail White

Pippa is a successful business woman, with a nice apartment and all the good things that life can offer.
At the age of thirty five she has become a hardnosed business woman, with virtually no friends, just colleagues and employees.
She is not lonely though, she doesn't need friends, and she certainly doesn't need a man in her life.
But it would sometimes be nice, to have someone hold her, and touch her...

Her dreams make up for it though, but they are just dreams.

At first.

She's not quite sure when the change occurs, but suddenly her dreams are more than just dreams, and the phantom figure in her dreams, begins to tell her what to do, and Pippa finds herself obeying.

An erotic short story suitable for ages 18 years and over

• Language: English
• Publisher: AJC
• Release date: Jul 16, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301391356

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Being Watched

By

Abigail White

Please note that the characters in this story are entirely fictional, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Being Watched Copyright© Abigail White 2011

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Being Watched.

Chapter One

(He’s out there; she just knows he’s there, watching her undress and telling her what to do.)

She trudged tiredly into her flat kicking the front door too as she went.

It had been a long day, a VERY long day and she was feeling very discontent with her lot in life.

Pippa strolled into her bedroom unbuttoning her blouse as she went. She caught sight of her reflection in the full length mirror on the other side of the room and hesitated - mid step. God was that really her? Her hand resting on the third button of her lavender coloured blouse. Her pink polished nails of her perfectly manicured little pale hands flickered under the artificial lighting.

Her blonde curls had been ruthlessly pulled back into a severe knot at the back of her head. Her green eyes looked tired and weary in her pretty but stressed looking face.

She looked like the hardened business woman she had become. Her thirty five years looking more like forty five at that moment.

She raised her arm to release her knot of hair and allowed it to swing down free past her shoulders; there, that was much better. She went back to that third button and - watching her reflection she continued to undress.

As each part of her body was unveiled she would lovingly stroke her skin. She reached the last button on her blouse and so she allowed it to slip off her shoulders and drop to the floor behind her.

She gazed at her reflection, the lavender lace of her bra resting lightly on the swell of her breast, just brushing against the nipple in a prickling, tickling kind of way. She raised her hand and gently stroked the soft skin, before reaching back to unclip the garment and allowing it too, to fall to the ground.

She continued to caress the breast and she gently pinched at the pink nipple, making it hard and sensitive, and to throb just a little bit.

When both nipples were hard and her stomach couldn’t take much more of her, - self teasing, she reached back to unzip her skirt and allowed that to also fall to the floor.

She turned back to the mirror to study her curvy figure now that she was almost naked. Her full c cup breast and her tiny waist. Those rounded hips, which a man had once told her, were just made for child bearing... She had dumped him soon after that foolish comment.

She was a career woman through and through, with no intention of having children, - not ever.

As she studied her reflection, a flicker from the corner of her eye caught her attention.

She turned in that direction trying to figure out what had changed.

The flat opposite; - a light had been