Carl Van Marcus - The watching husband

"Hi," he called out. "Come on… I'll take you home," he called.

Kate peered into the dimly lit interior of the car and she made out the features of Sam Dagon. For a moment she was furious… how dare he follow her like that. How dare he even wait for her after work! But then, she felt another jab of pain from the soles of her aching feet, and she realized that it was silly not to accept a lift from him, since the buses ran infrequently at that time of night.

"Hello… Mr. Dagon…" she said. "You really frightened me for a minute there!"

"Hop in Kate… No cause for fear, it's only me!"

Kate slid into the seat beside him, a small voice of warning sounding in her brain, but the comfort of the smooth leather seat and the warmth of the inside of the car quickly quieted the voice, and she turned gratefully to the man to thank him. But when she turned she saw that his eyes were on her, staring at her in a very strange hungry way… a way that she had seen on occasion before, from passing strangers who observed the swing of her hips, the jut of her breasts as she walked down the street. She blushed violently when she saw that Sam Dagon was looking at her that way… so close to her. But now the door was closed and he had already started up the powerful motor of the Mercedes… and there was really nothing to do but sit there.

"Where do you live, Kate?"

Why did he keep on using her name like that? It made her nervous… like he was some old high school teacher of hers or something.

"Over on Portrero Hill," she answered. "You make a right at the next corner and just keep on going until you get to…"

"That's all right," he interrupted, "I know the area well. You just direct me once we get there… OK?"

"All right," Kate answered, mentally reassuring herself. After all, she had seen this man often… He wasn't just a stranger… and he had given her all of those good tips. He was almost a friend really. She slipped off her high heels and let her feet rest on the carpeted floor of the car, and leaning her head back, she let out a soft sigh.

"Tired?" Dagon asked, casting a glance at her relaxed body. He could see the curve of her calves, the long line of her thighs, clad in the sheer nude-colored stockings, up to the point where they disappeared beneath her short skirt, leaving only the bulge of their outline to tantalize his eye.

Boy, he'd sure like to get his hands up in there close to her tight little pussy, he thought. And he intended to do just that before the night was out. It had been a long time since he had seen a girl who so exactly fit his concept of the ideal woman. A child's face with a woman's body. He could feel the excitement mounting inside him at the thought of what her naked flesh would feel like beneath his hands, what she would be like grinding beneath his body!

"I hate seeing a pretty thing like you knocking herself out waiting on tables!" Dagon spoke, almost as though he were talking to himself.

"It's only temporary, Mr. Dagon…"

"Sam," he answered… "You make me feel like an old man… I'm only thirty-five… How old are you?"

"Why… I'm twenty-two… That is, my birthday is next month…" She was beginning to get confused by his questions… He seemed to be saying so many things at one time.

"Only temporary… eh? When are you planning to stop?"

"Well, my husband is a writer… and he should have completed his book by then… and then we'll be able to…" The familiar speech somehow wasn't coming out right.

"A writer, eh…? That's funny, I used to fiddle around with the typewriter myself… That is until I came to my senses…"

He looked over at her… "Oh. I don't mean to imply that your husband… what's his name?"

"Tim…"

"Tim… isn't a brilliant writer… It's just that I wasn't…! Business is more my field… Land development to be exact."

"How interesting…" Kate replied. But she was really thinking about Tim at home… She hoped that he wouldn't be asleep again… not this time. She really wanted to talk to him tonight.

She gazed solemnly out the window… She didn't recognize where they were. They seemed to be in an unfamiliar part of town.

"Are you sure you know the way?" she asked, uncertainly.

"Oh, yes," Sam answered, swerving up a particularly steep hill… "It won't be long now."

Kate didn't want to offend him by saying anything else, but she was sure that they were lost, and that he didn't want to admit that he didn't know the way. Well, she'd just wait until it became perfectly obvious and then, she'd tell him. Even with this detour, she would possibly still be standing back there waiting for the bus, she thought.

Dagon cast another glance at Kate's modestly covered bosom. He imagined that he could almost see the outline of her nipples through the fabric of her suit top.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he said.

"Did you say something?" Kate asked…

"I'll tell you about it some other time," he answered, making another sharp turn and gunning the car so that Kate was jolted back against the seat. Then he swiftly turned into a large iron gateway and they were deep in a park, surrounded by high trees and foliage. He sped through the woods at top speed, and then came to a screeching halt high atop a hill, where down below, the twinkling lights of San Francisco glimmered brilliantly.

"Well… let's take a little break. You don't mind do you… I can't resist coming here every so often. The view is breathtaking…"

"MIND?" Kate fairly screamed… "Why of course I mind… My husband is home waiting for me… If you think that I'm…"

But she didn't have a chance to finish for Sam Dagon grabbed her around the waist, pulling her sharply to him and clamped his mouth down on hers, holding her with a vise-like grip, so that all of her wriggling and squirming were to no avail. Vague thoughts of other times, when she was in high school and she had been caught alone on a desolate road with some young boy who had thought she would go all the way, came into her mind… but this wasn't a harmless boy, she reminded herself. This was a grown man… and a strong one. Fear mingled with shock rose in her throat as she felt Sam's lips pressed hard against hers, so hard that she thought her teeth would pierce the skin of her lips. He was holding her so that her full ripe breasts were smashed into his heaving chest.

"Oh, my God," she thought… "My God! He's going to rape me!"

But just as that thought came into her mind, Sam released his hold on her slightly and removed his lips from hers long enough to speak wetly into her car.

"Don't worry," he panted, "I'm not going to hurt you. Anything I do to you, I want to feel good…"

"Let me loose…" Kate cried, between clenched teeth. "Please Mr. Dagon… let me go…!" She renewed her struggle almost managing to slip away from his restraining hands. But she only managed to turn her torso so that his hands were in direct contact with her full, supple breasts.

She jumped, trying to jerk away from his touch, but Sam took full advantage of the situation, squeezing the soft protrusions with his strong hands, massaging them slowly but firmly. At the same time, he pushed her steadily backward, so that after much struggling, she was finally down on her back, pressed flat against the wide seat of the Mercedes.

She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Sam Dagon's mouth crushed down on her's harder than ever, and she could feel his hands manipulating her breasts as though he were molding clay. He trapped her hands beneath her own body as he pushed her back, and she thought that her arms might break from the pressure he was exerting on her. She groaned loudly beneath the weight of his upper body, trying desperately to swing her legs around, but she twisted in such a way that it was painful for her to move one way or the other.