Valentine's Day. My favorite day of the year. I watched as the beams from the headlights broke through the trees and rested behind a large coal car covered in graffiti. Valentine's Day never disappoints. I smiled wide, a grinning lunatic. They made this too easy, they will never see me coming.
As I stalked closer to the car I could see the couple. He was a clean cut young man, muscular with close cropped chestnut hair and a county club sweater. She was a blonde with a rich, dark tan. Her tits were practically popping out of her top. She reached over the seat of the convertible to fetch something from the back seat. Her tennis skirt was so short that I could see her ass . She found her hair tie and started gathering up her hair to tie it back. He was leaning back in the driver's seat, presumably fumbling with his zipper.
I closed the distance pretty quickly. I wanted to watch them at play. I found a nice vantage point in a tree and watched her finish packing her glorious golden hair in a messy bun. Through my binoculars I watched her put her mouth on him and run her tongue around his head a few times before pushing his swollen purple dick halfway in her mouth. Yeah, now we are talking! My hand wandered down to the growing bulge in my pants.
I caught a flash of something in my peripheral vision. Was it a light? A cigarette? Perhaps a cell phone screen? I couldn't be sure. I kept watching, waiting for it to happen again. I took a long time but again I saw a glint in the dark. Was it something metal or glass? I put the binoculars back in my pack and quietly slid down the tree. If I had an interloper, I was determined to see who would dare spoil my fun.
I quietly crept to where I thought the flash came from. The droning of the radio and the rising volume of his moaning from the blowjob covered any noise I made. I took my time. No more than three steps and then stop; watch and listen, like the animals do.
She had peeled her top off and was now shirtless. She had nice breasts. Not overly large, a good proportion, and big dark nipples. Her left breast had a really cute mole. I admired her long neck, crowned by high cheek bones and an angular chin. His face was flushed from the effort of pushing his dick all the way into her throat. I admired her gusto briefly before continuing on.
As I approached where I thought I saw the flash, a form clad in black began to emerge from the wooded skyline. As I got closer I saw the figure was wearing a very form-fitting leather one piece bodysuit. The length of their black hair, the curve of their hips and the heart-shaped butt let me know this was a woman, quite a fit one at that. I readied my machete to move in for the kill.
“You can come out now,” she said just loud enough to be heard.
I was stunned for a second. I didn't know what to do. She must be talking to me. I lowered the machete.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I wasn't trying to sound like an asshole but in my head I did. She didn't seem to be bothered.
“Nice night isn't it?” she said. “I like to come down here some nights even when I'm not stalking just to listen to the frogs and locusts in the nearby bog. Something soothing about it, no?”
She had a sexy voice, very soft and sensual with a familiar cadence I couldn't quite place. She was disarmingly confident and something about her cool, aloof attitude made me wonder if she was like me. Was she out here to kill these two or just watch?
“You mean like standing in the woods during a snow squall and listening to the snowflakes crash land on the leaves.” I said absently. What the fuck was I saying?! What the fuck am I doing?! My voice sounded weird in my ears when I talked to her and was my voice cracking?! Why was I making small talk?
“Just like that,” she looked over at the couple and continued, “Listen, I'm only here for the guy so if you plan on killing him, I'll back off. I didn't mean to poach.” She looked over her shoulder at me and nodded toward the guy in the car overselling it with his moaning. A wild tangle of blond hair bobbed over his groin. When she lifted her head gasping for air, their silhouettes in the moonlight were beautiful. Her hair was a golden halo above her head and his muscles twisted under his glistening skin. For a second I had misgivings about my plans this evening but I shook them off, fortifying my resolve.
“No that's okay, I was going to kill them both but I can share.” I said. I put the machete away so the reflection of the blade wouldn't give us away. “I don't think I'd ever met another, um, you know, uh.”
“Psycho killer?” She finished my sentence and smirked.
“I would prefer a less volatile term,” I replied indignantly.
“I bet you would.” She smiled wickedly at me before looking back at them. “Just like he wishes she was using less teeth.” Since she pointed it out and I did notice his face was a grimace with gritted teeth that barely let his obnoxious moaning escape. “Jeez, we get it, her head game ain't the greatest but give the poor girl a reach around, grab a boob or something.”
We watched as he ran his fingertips in her hair and lifted her head for a kiss. She ran her nails over his chest, peeling off his shirt. He had nice abs and pecs. He clearly went to the gym a lot. I felt a little sheepish standing there with her, hoping she hadn't noticed his knotted abs and flexing pecs. I had to speak to break the silence.
“So why are you after 'Archie' and not 'Betty' if you don't mind my asking? Are you a spurned lover out for fatal revenge?” I was tanking here, was this the best I could do? I'm such an idiot!
“Hah!” she snorted, “Me, heartbroken from that overgrown cum stain?! He could only dream that we are in the same solar system much less the same league!” She smiled at me. I smiled back. Was she flirting with me? “His daddy just made him senior labor liaison and he laid off over a thousand workers in his first week so the company could report an artificially inflated growth last quarter.”
