Michael Part 1

Cleaning up the storeroom was without a doubt the most boring part of Michael’s job, and he seemed to spend all his time doing it. In fact, looking back he felt like he’d spent the best part of his working life in this cold and dark little room and he had often thought long and hard about leaving. He had worked at the university for twenty years, and hadn’t got a shred of satisfaction out of it. He had no wife, no children, just a dark and lonely house on campus. The only reason he had taken the job was for free time in the gym as a youngster, but it had been a long time since he had enjoyed this perk, and to escape his chequered past. He was now just a lonely, balding, fat middle aged man. Sometimes he really didn’t know why he bothered. It was at just such a time, whilst readjusting one of the shelves, that he saw something incredible.

Behind the shelf of towels there was a small hole in the wall, just big enough that Michael could peer through it. Through it he could see into the room adjacent, and what a room it was. The storeroom was right next to the women’s changing room, and Michael could see straight into it. It was very late in the day and he hadn’t expected to see anybody, but his luck was in. Just coming out of the shower was one of the most beautiful women Michael had ever seen, his cock instantly hardening. Wearing a towel from her chest to the top of her legs, she had shoulder length brown hair, a wonderfully youthful face and beautifully toned legs. Michael was dying to see what was underneath the towel, as he brought his hand down to his crotch, all the while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the dripping wet woman in front of him.

Sara got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She always enjoyed swimming at this time, the pool was almost empty and she could just enjoy the feel of being in the water. The twenty year old walked over to the mirror and dropped her towel. Her body was brilliantly toned, hours of yoga and palates had firmed up her legs, stomach and arse fantastically. It was only when she was alone like this that she felt comfortable being naked. While not ashamed of her body, quite the opposite, she was shy and hated being naked in front of strangers. She ran her hands over her still wet body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her arse. For some reason she felt as if she were being watched, though thought nothing of it knowing it was impossible. Turning the hairdryer on, her mind wandered to her mundane plans for the evening.

Michael watched the girl get dressed as he played with his dick. She was phenomenal and he would have given anything to fuck her. When she had dropped her towel and revealed her full body his jaw dropped. Her arse was fantastic, toned and firm like a perfect peach, standing proudly atop her gorgeous legs. Her tits were incredible, a C cup that looked bigger on her small frame, and perfectly pert. He could just see the lips of her vagina, clean shaven and so inviting. He watched lustfully as she dried her hair and got dressed, before leaving just as Michael reached his climax, his cum spurting into his hand. Once he’d regained his composure, he completed his remaining jobs and went home, expecting that to be the end of it.

But Michael couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. Her legs, her arse, her breasts, he simply couldn’t get her out of his head. Sat in his armchair with the TV on, he whipped out his cock and fantasised about her, and wasn’t surprised by what his mind wandered to. In his fantasy he wasn’t just fucking her, but raping her. The thought of having such a beautiful and no doubt snobby young girl completely under control, to hear her moan and beg for him to stop made Michael incredibly aroused, and gave him one of his most powerful orgasms for a long time. That night he dreamed about her and at work the next day all he thought about was her, and what he would do to her if he could. He peered through his hole on a number of occasions, sometimes seeing some gorgeous young girls that caused him to reach for his cock, but at his moment of climax all he could think about was her. And then he saw her. Earlier than last time, she came in from the gym wet with sweat, and Michael almost exploded thinking about her on a treadmill, her arse swaying tantalisingly, and her tits bobbing up and down. He knew that he had to have her, by whatever means necessary. Looking in a mirror in his storeroom, he knew what that would be. He was fat, balding, hairy and old, and there was not a chance she would willingly shag him. And that meant only one thing.

Over the next few weeks, Michael studied her comings and goings, what time she was in the gym or the pool, when she would be all alone in the changing rooms. He found out some more information about her as well. Her name was Sara, twenty years old and spent a lot of time while on campus at the gym, as well as playing tennis for the university. She was a shy girl but one who had many friends and had no boyfriend that he knew of. He became bolder as the weeks went by, following her back to her accommodation after she had finished in the gym, noting her other routines and what else she did besides sport. One day he waited until she had left her room, broke in and fixed a camera there, and would spend his evenings watching her as she worked, read and went about her daily business. He photographed her, wrote notes about her, and even studied what foods she ate. He would wake up thinking about her and go to sleep thinking about her, and would dream about her. He found out about her family, her friends, her life history, she was his specialist subject. His life was totally consumed by her, and it gradually became much more than sex. He wanted to own her, to be able to play with her whenever he wanted, and would stop at nothing to get his way. It wasn’t the first time he’d had these thoughts, not by a long way, but this time he was going to go through with it. He began preparing for his new guest, removing everything from his basement, crude soundproofing and gathering some equipment he might need. Finally, at the end of term, he was ready.

Sara was in the gym much earlier today. She had a long train journey back home and wanted to get a quick workout in before leaving. Most people had already left campus, but Sara was in no hurry, she had a great book to read and she was looking forward to the journey. The gym was almost deserted, and that was how she liked it. It meant none of the rugby boys waiting to leer at her, no sexist remarks, and no need to look over her shoulder. She felt much safer when it was just her. Over the last couple of weeks she had been getting strange feelings that she was being followed or watched, and though she knew they were irrational and it was impossible she couldn’t shake that feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong. Looking into the mirror of the changing room Sara inspected herself.