Stranger Beware
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Beware of who's there!


Stranger Beware

There was a cold feel to the air, Spring might be here but no one had told the
weather that. Sat down in quite a nice caf' enjoying a midday coffee were four
friends, four women that once a week liked to meet up, shop and natter. They
had done a tour of their favourite shops, and were now enjoying a sit down and
a chance to catch up with all the gossip. Across the road in an alleyway just
off set from the caf' and leaning against the wall, just out of sight a dark
figure stood, and watched. His young eyes scanned the busy high street, he was
aware of the people that went by, but paid no attention to them, all he was
interested in was the group of women sat by the window enjoying their coffee
and their chat.

The figure stood there and waited, he waited until the woman had finished
their coffees' gathered up their shopping and walked outside. They chatted
again for a while and one of them hugged and kissed the others then walked
off, leaving now three women who all went in the opposite direction down the
road. He watched the single figure of the woman walk away up the high street,
and then his gaze came back to the group of three women. They were about
halfway down the road when he stepped out of the alleyway and began to follow,
making sure he kept his distance but also not losing sight of them. He
followed them as they left the high street, crossing a couple of roads and
then came into a residential area. All the time the figure that followed made
sure he was a good way away from the women, just to be safe. But he needn't
have worried, even if they had noticed him all they would have seen was a
figure dressed in dark jeans and a dark hoodie. And with the hood up his face
was obscured, so at a distance no one would have been able to see what he
looked like.

The group of women stopped, the figure following quickly stepped out of sight,
he strained to see what was going on and hoping that no one would see him
looking so suspicious. The women spoke for a bit, and then hugged the black
woman who set off on her own, she went off to the left, and the other two
women went to the right. The figure carried on as he got to where the women
had separated, he looked down the road to the black woman on her own, and he
could see her well-formed arse as she walked further away. He grinned to
himself 'very nice!' He thought twice about following her but he'd already
made up his mind and stuck with his original plan.

He turned to the right and followed the two women, who were already almost out
of sight, 'Dame!' He had to rush, and hoped he didn't make any noise as he
jogged alone to catch up, but also trying to keep his distance at the same
time. He followed the two women down a couple of streets and out into a large
park area, it was quiet open and would make following the women difficult. He
decided to head up the hill that dominated the park area. From there he could
see the woman, even as he squatted down to make himself less obvious he could
still see across the open area and followed the women's progress. They
followed the path that went around the hill, until it came to a defiant
junction, where they stopped. Again the woman spoke, hugged and they headed
off in different directions.

The woman that headed off to the west was a redhead, like the black woman she
had an appealing wiggle that he could not fail to notice. The other woman,
with fair hair and again a wiggle, went east, and was heading in the direction
of some nearby houses. The figure on the hill looked down; his eyes flitted
for one to the other, and with each step the women were getting further and
further away. Suddenly he made his move, he raced down the hill and headed
east, and down at the bottom of the hill, he'd lost sight of the fair hair
woman, trees and bushes now started to sprout up out of nowhere to block his
view. He ran along the pathway, which by now was lined with a tall hedgerow,
he turned a corner and suddenly stopped, there she was!

He had to quickly double back, get his breath and slowly peer over the
hedgerow to check on her progress and check that she hadn't heard him suddenly
rush around the corner? The woman was still walking as normal; he'd obviously
got away with it. He stood there and watched, the woman was headed to one of
the park gates, and when he thought it was safe he carried on following her.
She went out the park across a road, down the road and towards a large house
on the street corner. He watched from park gate and could see her clearly open
a gate in the wall that ran down the side of the house, an obvious side
entrance into the rear garden.

He waited a couple of minutes and then headed over to the gate, a quick look
around to make sure no one was watching and he place a hand on the handle of
the side door. He slowly turned it, it moved, he used a bit of force and the
door moved, he pushed a bit more and it opened. There was a slight squeaking
nose, he gritted his teeth and hoped no one heard it then quickly step through
the door. On the other side was indeed the garden of the house, it was well
looked after and full of flowers, plants and bushes for him to hide behind. He
made his way along, through and down the flora to the rear of the house, where
he could spy inside, and there she was, the fair hair woman, and she was all
alone!

He could see she was in the kitchen and that the rear door to the house opened
up into some kind of utility room first. He moved around to the door, took a
deep breath and slowly he turned the handle, it was unlocked and opened with
ease, and unlike the side garden door it made no sound, He was relieved about
that, but still felt his heart race as he stepped into the house and very
gently he closed the door behind him. He moved inside, after a couple of steps
he was now at the open door that leads from the utility room to the kitchen,
and there she was. The woman had her back to him, as she was doing something
at the worktop, he stepped as quietly a he could into the kitchen and up
towards the woman. With each soft, quiet step his heart beat faster and
faster, he thought the sound of his heartbeat would be what she heard if
anything, then he got up behind her.

As he stood there behind the woman his hands came out and ever so gently he
placed them on her slim hips, at the same time he leaned forward and softly
kissed her exposed neck. For the one second it was magical to him, his hands
on her magnificent body, his lips on her perfect skin, he could smell her
distinctive perfume that filled his nostrils, it was indeed and wonderful
moment, then as he was about to move his hands up her gorgeous body THUD!
OUUUHHHH!

There was a sudden sharp blow to his stomach as the woman had driven her elbow
sharply backwards, the woman's reactions where her natural instinct to being
suddenly touched. Now she turned round and as she did so her fist came round
too WHACK! She struck out as she hit the intruder hard, he was knocked
backwards, staggering back against the large table that dominated the kitchen.
Now for the first time the assailant and the victim looked at each other,
their eyes fixed.

She was Melanie, an older, married woman, mid 40's and of average height with
long straight fair hair, blue eyes and an with a naturally attractive face,
normally she was known for her killer smile but right now that wasn't showing.
The older woman had a good body, a very good body, to go alone with her good
looks, dressed in her tight jeans, which hugged her great arse. Her tight
white t-shirt showed off her slim body and firm ample breasts, which were now
on full view to her assailant.

He was Shane a young lad, too young to be following women and then breaking
into their houses after them, he was a bit taller than her with dark eyes,
that's all she could see, with his hood up it cast a shadow over his face
SMACK! She struck out again, her fist slammed into his jaw, knocking his head
back, dislodging his hood and revealing his face to her. He was indeed a male
youth, typically dressed in jeans and hoddie, and a horny lad after watching
and following the good looking woman for so long. His saving grace was that he
was a cute one, even so that alone wasn't going to save him. He'd dare to
enter her home and try to ... ... well whatever his intentions were she was
sure he wouldn't succeed.

They must have stared at each other for a second, but it had seemed longer, as
they took in each other, the looks, dress, attitude and what to do next
CRUNCH! It was the woman who reacted first, this time she struck hard into his
gut, the lad doubled over as the wind was knocked out of him, he tried to
catch his breath but the woman was too fast. Her gripped her hands together,
then they came down, over and across his head, holding onto it and grasping
him tightly, her hold around his head was firm and strong, then WOOSSHH!
HUUUUUU!

With a show of strength the older woman twisted, turned and hauled the lad up
off his feet by holding onto his head and flung him across the kitchen THUD!
CLANG! She tossed the younger male over to the side of the room; she flung him
into a large stand by the wall that housed all the household pots and pans.
Which were now sent scattered and flying, with saucepan lids rolling across
the floor. Her move had taken the youth by surprise, shocked him and hurt him
as he went flying and landed into the pile of pans. Before he had time to
clear his thought the woman was back onto him. She's just shown one display of
strength now came another OOOOOHHHHH!

Her hands reached down and grabbed him, then she yanked him up off the floor,
she got his up to his feet and flung him again, sending him staggering across
the room. He stumbled and tumbled as he tried to steady himself and gain some
balance, which he managed just about. He stood there for a second, his head
spinning and disorientated, there was a sound, he turned his head and WHACK!
He didn't she was hit him all he knew was that it was hard and it hurt, he
went hurling backwards as he crashed into some more things around the kitchen.
He didn't know what just that they were hard and hurt when he landed on them
and the sound of scattering metal objects again filled the room.

Shane was down again and hurting even more, he managed to roll over, pushing
himself off his back and onto all fours, he suddenly realised 'Shit! Where is
she?' His eyes wide open he looked around, quickly scanning the room, he
turned his head ARRRHH! 'That hurt' but she was nowhere to be seen, he
quickly, as he could, and painfully struggled to his feet, all the time his
eyes and head flitted around trying to seek her out, but finding nothing. He
staggered a few step stretching his body to try and ease the pain 'where was
she?' ARRRRHHHHHH!

Suddenly and so, so quickly she seemed to jump out of nowhere, in fact she had
been in the hallway out of sight, waiting for her moment, but the confused
youth hadn't realised that. She grabbed hold of him and thrown him, the lad
had gone flying down the house hallway, slamming into and bouncing off the
well-polished and slipper wooden floor THUD! He came to an abrupt stop as he
crashed into a large wooden sideboard in the hallway, the force he hit it
meant that the large display of ornaments all wobbled, tumbled and now rained
down on him.

He raised his arms to protect himself from the falling objects, so didn't see
the strong hands again reached down and dragged him up. At the same time she
swung him around and sent him tumbling through another door that lead to the
living room. He stumbled trying to gain his balance but a well-placed coffee
table was in his way and CRASH! The lad went flying over in and into a large
bookcase against a wall, as before ornaments and books were jolted and
dislodged and came thundering down on him. His intention had been to get in
the house and have some fun with the woman, but she was now having her fun
with him! Shane scrambled to his feet, hauling himself up as he grabbed onto
the bookcase to help him get back to his feet. Once upright he knew he had to
try and make a run for it, get out while he still had the chance. He rushed
towards the open living room door, but just as he reached it the woman stepped
from the side blocking his vital exit.

He went to quickly turn to run away, but didn't know where he would run to,
and as he turned her hands came for him, she grabbed hold of the hood to his
sweat top and yanked hard on it. He was pulled backwards and off his feet,
landing with a loud thud as he hit the well-polished wood floor, which seemed
to be a feature of this house, again. She now towered over him pulling back on
his hoodie as it now grew tight around his throat, and still she pulled on it
to increase the strangling effect. Shane tried to grab at his top and pull it
away so he could breathe, but she was strong and pulled harder and harder.
Melanie slammed her knee into his back to allow her to steady him and be able
to pull his hood back more and more, and apply and tighter grip around his
throat.

The lad could feel himself start to go both tingly and numb all at the same
time all over, he knew she was draining him of his strength and he could soon
pass out, if he was lucky. If he did pass out what would she do next, what
would happen to him? But the woman suddenly stopped and released her hold on
his hood; Shane lurched forward and gasped for air, taking in as much as he
could, his heart raced, his head spun and then WHCAK! Something hard, fast and
accurate hit the side of his head and dropped the youth to the floor.

As he lay there on his back looking up at the celling, still panting and
filling his lungs with air he could hear a giggling female voice. He wondered
how could a woman over twice his age take him down, dominate him and beat a
young fit lad like him? Then he realised how, he'd forgot, she was a woman and
that was why she was so good and had beat him! Then THUD! Her boot sent him
rolling over, followed by a second and third boot to his body, as he tried to
curl up to protect himself.

When she was finished she reached down and grabbed the fallen lad, she held on
tight to the front of his hoodie as she pulled his limp body up off the floor.
She leaned down so their faces where now close to each other, the older
woman's fiery eyes looking deep into the young lads empty lost eyes. Then she
moved that extra bit closer and kissed him, her lips gripped his as she kissed
him hard. "That was fun" her first words to him as she broke off the kiss,
then she dragged him over to the settee where she sat down and pushed him down
to the floor in front of her.

Melanie looked down at Shane, he was still trying to catch his breath, his
face had a cut to it and looked very red, his body was hurting and he had the
air of someone truly defeated. "Well Shane what is your Mother going to say,
she's told you before about trying to get you wicked way with me and her other
friends." Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward and her tone was now very
stern "have you being trying anything on with anyone else boy?" The lad looked
into the now very serious face of the woman who was on the verge of becoming
angry with his. "No Aunty, I've not try it on with anyone else I promise!"

Her mood lightened, a bit, at her Nephews insistence that she was the only on
he'd try it on with. "Good, that's what I like to here, you did better today
but as I've told you if you truly want your wicked way and get me on my back
then first of all you have to put me on my back! And you didn't do a good job
of achieve that today." Yes Shane wanted his Aunty on her back, and he could
also think of a number of other positions he would like to have her in as
well, but he knew he would have to improve with their 'game' before he could
do that. "Anyway shouldn't you be at school?" 'College' Shane thought 'it's
college Aunty!' Well his school liked to call the bit he was at a college, so
both of them where right. "Now look at this place I suggest you staring
tidying up here before you Uncle gets back, don't want he finding out what
you've been up to do you?"

A weary and hurting Shane put right the mess 'he had caused' and left a very
disappointed and frustrated lad, but still he was eager to try and get his
Aunt, in any way he could! When the weary Shane got home he was going to go
straight and have a relaxing bath, but "and where have you been today?" There
was his Mother and she didn't look best pleased, it had been her who was the
first of the group of women to leave the group that day, and by the look on
her face Shane knew he was in trouble. "I thought I told you to keep your
dirty little desires in check and that you're Aunt and my friends where not to
be played with?" 'Shit!' He knew he was in big trouble now "or do I have to go
through again with you exactly what I mean!" With that his Mother slowly
walked towards him 'Oh Crap!'

He turned to hurriedly leave but OOOUUUHHH! THUD! His Mother had reached out
grabbed hold of his hood, pulled back hard and brought her Son plunging
backwards and down to the floor. She then dragged her disobedient Son along
the floor as she made her way to the settee; she sat down and then manhandled
him over her lap. "How many times do I have to do this before you learn?"
WHACK! UUUHHHHH! Her hand came thundering down on his backside WHACK! OOOHHHH!
WHACK! OOOWWWW! Shane knew he had his Aunt to thank for the spanking his
Mother was administering; he would get his own back on her WHACK! ARRRHHHH!

It took Shane a couple of day to recover from that day, from his Aunty beating
and his Mother spanking, but it also gave him time to think about his Aunt and
his Mothers other friends, the redhead and the black woman. Unfortunately he
was a lad and thinking about these women made it all too difficult not to want
them.

It was Friday and Teresa had just had a shower, she'd gone into the bedroom to
start to change when she though she heard a noise from down stairs 'strange'
she thought her husband had already left for work! She grabbed her bath robe
and went to investigate, downstairs she looked around but everything seemed
normal. Then she opened the door to the living room, she got a surprise as
stood there was a youth in jeans and a dark sports hoodie, the hood was up so
she could only see a small part of his face.

There was a moment of silence as the hooded figure and the black woman just
stood there looking at each other. Then the woman smiled as she began to undo
the short white bath robe that covered her, then she slipped it off her
shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As Teresa stood there the hooded
intruder's mouth went dry, as he looked at a stunning example of a strong
black female, with her toned arms, legs and abs all wrapped up in a set of
sexy pink underwear.

Teresa was in her late 30's and her body was so fine, her breast where large
and her skin was still moist from the shower. Her dark hair was also still wet
with added to the overall magnificent look of the woman. A faint grin came
across the face of the figure in the hoodie, like his Aunt, Shane knew he had
to have this woman or at least try his best to have her.

Teresa still had the smile on her gorgeous face, she would deal with her
husband later for leaving the rear door unlocked, but for now she was going to
enjoy the white boy, she'd enjoy pounding him and dominating him. Then when
she done that she would tell him Mother, as Teresa knew that Shane would get
chastised for coming round to hers today, and that amused her. He wanted her
arse and she was going to kick his, Teresa made her way over to the hooded
intruder and as she did so she thought 'Once I'm done will I fuck him this
time?.... No probably not, I'll make him work for that privilege!' Then as she
got to him WHACK!