Voyeur Ch. 02

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After double-checking the slip of paper in his hand, Ben looked blankly at the rather unremarkable store in front of him. There was no signage, advertising props or activity to be seen beyond the tinted glass windows. Just large, bronze numbering above the doorway to confirm he was at the right location.

Without further hesitation, he strode forward and heard the traditional tinkle of a bell attached to the door. It was obviously a playful ornament, because the interior was modern. He was greeted by a refreshing woosh of air-conditioning, and the pale-grey décor seemed new, or at least in excellent condition.

A rather stern young man was seated at the reception counter, which looked more like a temporary workstation. He was about Ben's age and peered uninvitingly at him through black-rimmed glasses.

"Can I help you?" he asked mildly, his eyes sweeping Ben's impressive appearance with a look that said 'you must be lost.'

"Yes, I'm a friend of Rachel's," Ben said pleasantly, catching a sweet scent of perfume that confirmed he'd found the right place. She was there, somewhere.

"Rachel?" the other man's face was puzzled as he again looked over Ben's tall, strong figure and assertive stance. Most visitors turned up in suits or sensible, smart-casualwear. Not denim jeans and a black leather jacket. The arrival looked like a hot debt collector on his day off.

"Rachel," Ben affirmed. "Please tell her I'm here."

"And you are?"

"She'll tell you. Trust me, I'm expected," Ben grinned, imagining the startled look on Rachel's face when her colleague asked. She didn't know his name, yet.

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In a back room, Meredith and Rachel were painstakingly combing through a customer's order history.

"Why did it have to be..." Meredith groaned, then glanced back as the doorbell faintly tinkered. "We never get walk-ins."

"Let's hope Steve doesn't-" Rachel giggled, but then she stopped breathing, and the amusement melted right off her face.

Heart thumping, she strained her ears to overhear the exchange, but there was only Steve's muffled speech, and the visitor's familiar tone.

"How?!" Rachel gasped, her cheeks burning as she became rapidly flustered.

This time she knew it wasn't her horrid imagination. There was no mistaking the distinctly male voice that was probably asking for her. In a humiliating flash, Rachel saw herself in nothing but a red bra and black boots being fucked against the wall by a muscled, naked stranger. Fucked by a man who promised to track her down if she ditched him.

"How what? Rachel, are you alright?" Meredith asked with some alarm, noting the sudden change in her colleague's appearance. "You're bright red! Do you need water?"

"I-...No." Rachel shook her head, thinking quickly. She grabbed her bag and urgently seized Meredith's hand, wondering what to say.

"I..." she whispered, before directing a frightened glance toward reception. "I have to go out the back."

"Huh?" Meredith looked as though Rachel had grown an extra head. "What?"

"Rachel?"

Both women jerked around to see Steve staring from the door's edge.

"Rachel, there's a man here to see you. He said you know him."

"What does he look like?"

"Tallish, dark hair, normal face," Steve shrugged, hiding his annoyance.

"I'm going out the back," Rachel said firmly.

"Why?" Meredith and Steve asked together.

Rachel hesitated, her cheeks tellingly flushed.

"Is he dangerous? Should we call the police?" Steve asked, nervously stepping into the room. If it came down to it, he highly doubted he could win a physical altercation with the man.

"Oh, no. He's not dangerous," Rachel said reassuringly. I hope.

"I mean," she airily continued. "We're... We...It's just a bit embarrassing."

Steve opened his mouth to ask more questions, but Meredith suddenly straightened with a knowing look in her eye.

"Ok. Go on, honey," she smiled, elbowing Steve to shut-up. "We'll tell him you're not here."

"Thanks," Rachel breathed with real gratitude and hurried out the back exit.

"What was that all about? You could fry an egg on her face!" Steve exclaimed, scratching his head.

"Oh, you're so thick, sometimes," Meredith scoffed, sitting down to continue her task. "It's obviously her boyfriend, or something. Go and get rid of him."

With his mouth set in a foreboding line, Steve reluctantly went out to face the visitor.

"Sorry. She ducked out," he said bluntly, avoiding Ben's penetrating stare.

"I believe you," Ben answered, then frightened Steve by suddenly bolting out the door.

Rachel lightly ran down the alley, breathing heavily from fear more than exertion.

How did he find me?

"Rachel!" Ben's deep voice carried down the alley and she froze for a horrified second before resuming a fast-paced walk, hoping he might think he'd made a mistake if she ignored him.

"I know it's you! Stop running, I'll catch you!" he called, the threat in his voice lightened with laughter.

Hearing his rapid steps behind her, Rachel miserably accepted her fate and leaned against the wall, too afraid to turn around and face him. The same question blared through her mind, over and over. How did he find her?

"Slippery, aren't you?" he teased, quickly cornering her with both hands placed on the wall at her sides. "Why'd you run, Rachel?"

Determinedly staring at the ground, she meekly shrugged. It felt weird that this stranger was so confident using her name, when she had no idea who he was.

"Come on," Ben seized her hand and pulled her the other direction. "Guess they're not expecting you back anytime soon? That guy is a terrible liar. But I knew you'd try and sneak off anyway."

Blushing furiously, Rachel could think of nothing to say. She didn't even have the courage to speak up and tell him he'd made a catastrophic error and was wasting his time.

But she finally found her voice when he led her toward a motorcycle, with two helmets dangling off one handle. The large helmet was black and intimidating, the smaller one was pale-blue and insultingly feminine. The bike itself was very sporty and gleamed tones of black slate.

"I'm not getting on that," she squeaked, petrified.

"Yeah you are," Ben grinned, squeezing her hand as she tried to withdraw it. "It's perfectly safe, you just have to hold onto me real tight."

"Oh, but..." she said fretfully, so busy staring at the bike with dread that she didn't notice Ben drawing her close to him, until he was tilting her face upward.

Kissing her hungrily, his large hands settled tightly on her waist while their mouths merged. Completely taken by surprise, Rachel didn't offer any encouragement or objection. She stood idly and enjoyed it, unaware of people walking by, gawking at their open intimacy.

A moment later, she was released, and before she could recover, the blue helmet squeezed over her head.

"Perfect fit," he said, adjusting it with satisfaction. "I bought it this morning. So cute."

Rachel was glad her face was covered, because her cheeks were so red they were aching. Ben fitted his own helmet and swung a leg over the bike, patting the seat behind.

Not knowing what to do, Rachel stood awkwardly, confused about the sudden development. Was this kidnapping? Was she really going to get onto this guy's bike? What would he do to her? She didn't even know his name.

The man had plenty of intensity, but he didn't seem dangerous. She'd never actually felt unsafe with him. And if he was a serial killer, he wouldn't have walked into her work and shown his face to their CCTV. But to get onto a motorcycle and be taken to God-knows-where...

"If you dare run, Rachel. If you dare," his voice, though slightly muffled, clearly emitted from behind his helmet. "I will chase you down, pull you over my knee, and spank your bare ass in front of anyone who cares to watch."

Rachel whimpered into her helmet and timidly climbed onto the bike behind him.

"Closer to me," he instructed, slapping his hip. Rachel tentatively wriggled closer and gingerly pinched the sides of his jacket as though she was a doctor measuring love-handles. Then her feeble grip was detached as Ben impatiently reached back and pulled her arms around his torso.

"Hold tight," he ordered. Suddenly the bike sharply trembled beneath them and Rachel squealed with fright and clung to his waist with a force that surprised her. She felt his chuckle beneath her palms, then they kicked off.

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Rachel kept her eyes squeezed shut the entire journey. Finally the bike slowed to a stop, and the engine ceased rumbling. As Rachel's eyes blinked open and her sight adjusted, she realised they were in a large garage. She immediately staggered off the bike, struggling to pull her helmet off.

Ben took his time removing his own helmet. By the time he neatly looped it on the bike handle, Rachel had managed to free her head, though her hair was a ruffled mess.

"Mmm," Ben said lustily, reaching to comb long strands of shining auburn from her flushed face. "What a fun ride. Did you like that?"

"No," Rachel muttered, not meeting his eyes. "Where are we?"

"My place," he lightly replied, hanging her helmet beside his and steering her toward a large, grey door.

"Oh."

Rachel was otherwise speechless as she was ushered upstairs and into a large hallway. Her beige cardigan was quickly removed and hooked on a standalone bronze rack, shortly followed by his black leather jacket.

"Why...why am I here?" she said, feeling like an idiot.

"To talk," Ben answered in a half-truth, leading Rachel to a spacious living area that had too much natural light for her comfort.

"It's too bright," she mumbled, and Ben chuckled.

Comfortably seating himself on a long, grey leather sofa, he cheekily tapped the space beside him.

"Light is good. It's cheerful. And I can see your pretty face, in all its glorious redness," he joked, laughing as Rachel cringed and covered her face. Taking advantage of her closed vision, he quickly reached up and tugged her elbow so she abruptly sat beside him.

"It's really cute. I like it," he smiled, gently pulling her hands from her face.

"I don't," she muttered, wringing her hands.

"Want to know what else I like?"

Rachel nervously shook her head, and Ben burst out laughing.

"What is it with you?" he exclaimed, edging closer. "It's too late to pretend you don't find me attractive. That ship has really sailed..."

"Oh, don't!" Rachel implored, realising that embarrassed as she was, it could definitely get worse.

"Ok, just one more question and I promise to drop it."

Rachel looked apprehensive.

"How long have you been watching me?"

Shamefaced, Rachel softly muttered into her lap and Ben strained to hear, but failed.

"If I had Dumbo's ears, I might have caught that."

"Three months," she winced, her sweet voice barely above a whisper. "But just on Wednesdays," she added earnestly, as though offering a redeeming point.

"Mm-hm," Ben replied, struggling to control himself.

His mind was quickly overcome with various images of Rachel touching herself while watching him. All those nights he might have had her, but was entirely oblivious. It was starkly hot, and though he'd promised himself he would be a gentleman and talk to her first, his imagination was too powerful.

"Fuck," he ground out, and wrapped an arm about her waist so he could ease her into his lap.

"You like me, right?" he said thickly, lifting her soft, peach shirt and widening his eyes at the teal see-through bra prettily cupping her breasts. "You...Oh, fuck, this is nice. I mean, you liked the other night, didn't you?"

"I-...Yes. But I-" Rachel faltered, but Ben's hand smoothed up her neck, his fingers curled into her hair and he drew her down to kiss him.

Ben smiled against her lips as she responded, pressing close to him, her hair flowing down to curtain their faces. His other hand crept up her shirt, gently tracing the delectable circular shape of her breasts, fingertips trailing across the soft skin of her cleavage.

For several long minutes they continued this way, but things were inevitably heating up, escalating to much more than kisses, and Rachel became vaguely aware of his hand restlessly fidgeting with her pants. She pulled back, dodging his attempt to recapture her mouth.

"What...what's your name?" she asked breathlessly, staring down at him, her pouting lips swollen from his kiss.

"Ben," he answered, his eyes warm and the edges of his mouth curved up wickedly. "And Ben wants you in his bed."

"Oh, I couldn't," Rachel protested, feebly pushing against his chest and suddenly conscious of their intimate position.

"You prefer to ride me here?" Ben teased, his eyes glowing. "You can, if you want," he offered.

Without waiting for an answer, his head disappeared beneath her shirt. He gently popped her breasts from the lace bra cups. For a brief, exciting moment Ben's pupils rapidly dilated at the sight, before he closed his eyes and tasted the soft flesh, rubbing her silky nipple with his tongue and feeling her arch against him.

"You can do anything you like," he muttered thickly against her skin. Except leave.

"How did you find me?" Rachel breathed. Though incredibly distracted by his mouth on her bare breasts, she was bursting with curiosity and felt she wouldn't have the courage to ask questions in a quieter moment.

"I have my ways," came his muffled, mischievous reply, before his mouth fixed on another nipple.

At the same time, Rachel was slowly grinding in his lap without realising, ardently pressing her pussy against his erection so it nudged her sweet spot. She was full of adrenaline and much too excited. As a result, an orgasm approached as rapidly as it was unexpected.

"Oh...my....!" Rachel's eyes widened, her pink mouth ajar as the full force of it hit her.

Ben felt her slender body seize up in his arms, and her hands urgently gripped his shoulders. Quickly surfacing from under her shirt, he stared, stunned, as she dry humped him to orgasm.

If he wasn't so turned on, he would have laughed at the look on her face when their eyes met. It was a mix of sultry arousal and mortification. The other night he was certain her eyes were navy, but now they appeared hazel, with flecks of sky blue.

"You are just one surprise after the next!" he groaned, lifting her from his lap and quickly lowering himself on top of her.

"No! I-" she panted, trying to hold him off with both palms to his chest.

"You're full of denial, you know that?" Ben whispered against her ear, tugging her earlobe with his teeth. "I'm gonna enjoy unravelling it all."

As she shivered in response, Ben realised that for all her bashful protests, she was extremely responsive. He didn't know how such an outwardly conservative girl could be so sexual, but it drove him blissfully crazy.

Wondering what he meant, Rachel stared at the white ceiling, framed by skylights that made her think of the ones from Ben's gym. But her thoughts were brought back to the present as her pants and panties were briskly yanked down, and Ben straightened to pull them off her feet. Then he unbuttoned the front of his jeans, and his hard cock bounced out, straining toward her.

"Don't look away," he smugly demanded, waiting for her to meet his eyes before again lowering on top of her. "Don't pretend you don't like to look," he teased, kissing her neck.

"You...you promised not to mention it!" she uttered, feeling him poke around her pussy.

She was so wet. Ben enjoyed first rubbing the head of his cock around her juices gathered at her entrance before slowly sliding in.

"Uh, yeah. I think...Yeah, I think you can come again," he breathed, slightly distracted from teasing her by the exquisite sensation of her tight pussy squeezing his cock.

"I...I don't know," Rachel moaned, but her body lied as she moved with him, encouraging him to fuck her.

Ben eased her shirt up, and impatiently pulled his shirt up too. He didn't want to stop and take it off, but he wanted to feel her skin, particularly her soft, firm breasts, against his bare chest.

"Oh, God. Yeah, you like it," he panted against her mouth, kissing her urgently as he began to thrust.

Holding onto him, feeling the hard warmth of his chest against her, Rachel felt dizzy and breathless. His cock was thick, stiff, and with the help of her juices, stretched her in a way that made her want to scream encouragement.

"Tell me," Ben groaned against her temple, then searched for her lips. "Tell me you like it."

"I do, I like it," Rachel managed between kisses. "Oh, I'm...!"

"Yeah, come with me, babe. Come on," he moaned against her mouth, catching her lower lip between his teeth, his body tensed.

Rachel's eyes widened. She'd already endured the pharmacist's interested perusal in buying a 'morning after' pill. What was she going to do, seek out new drugstores until she ran out of options?

"Wait!" she gasped. "We shouldn't...You shouldn't-!"

"Oh God, don't tell me that now!" he grunted, his handsome face strained as he rapidly pulled out.

"You gonna open that pretty mouth?" he asked huskily, jerking his cock. When Rachel's jaw dropped with indignant shock, he hoarsely chuckled, and aimed at her chest.

No one had ever come on her before, and Rachel shyly looked away but couldn't ignore the feeling of warm cum streaking across her chest and dripping down between her breasts. Thinking it was over, she gasped as Ben swiftly retreated and buried his face between her legs.

"Yum," he muttered, kissing her inner thigh.

Then his mouth covered her pussy and he licked slowly, enjoying the taste of her, which was as sweet he remembered from their first night. His tongue found her swollen clit and gently flicked it, circled it, then he angled his jaw and gently sucked on the sensitive button. Rachel's thighs jerked on either side of his face and she bucked. She couldn't believe it. She was going to come again.

"Oh...OH!" she cried out, almost reaching down to press his face against her, but instead seized the couch to hold on for dear life. At last she relaxed, wriggling backward and letting her hair fall down to shield her face from his view.

"Whew, you little firecracker! That was worth ditching work, right?" Ben panted. Rachel averted her face and blindly reached for her clothes while he did up his pants.

Pinching at the couch, nothing but leather brushed her fingertips. Finally giving up and peeking through her hair, Rachel realised Ben had been playfully edging her pants away from her searching hand.

"You don't need those," he teased, but relented when she looked at him with desperate puppy eyes. "Ok, fine. You can wear my dressing gown," he said, looking comically sullen as he reached for a soft, blue-black gown draped over a chair by the dining table.

"Well, I...I thought I'd go," Rachel faltered, not accepting the garment he held out and looking longingly at her clothes, bundled out of reach.

"Is that right?" Ben softly replied, all playfulness gone. Rachel opened her mouth, but no sound came out as Ben slowly crawled forward until he hovered over her.

"I think you'll stay," he murmured, lowering to breathe in her hair and kiss her temple.

Pulling back, he noted her expression and gave her a hard look. "Alright, then. Let's talk."

For a long moment Rachel stared at him apprehensively, clearly unwilling to offer any conversation. Ben shrugged. "Good, I'll start."

Rachel yelped with surprise as Ben seized her wrist and comfortably sat back on the couch, tugging her across his lap. His eyes took on a distinctly lustful gleam as they settled on Rachel's bare ass, her smooth buttocks nervously wriggling beneath his gaze.