The middle aged man had house guests. His son’s lady friend was staying a few days.
Ralph had been able to control his voyeuristic urges for over a year now. But as soon as he saw his sons lady friend he had felt the unmistakable urge boil up and gurgle within himself.
‘Craig won’t be happy; if he caught me doing this.’ Ralph grumbled to himself as he bent an arthritic finger; pulling a conical shaped plug from the wall, dropping it into a vase on his bedside table.
Leaning forward, Ralph peered into the next room.
Sharon stood in front of the mirror; holding a little black dress against her body. Turning right then left she smiled.
Ralph got a fright.
Sharon’s smile revealed two very long, very sharp incisors on either side of her mouth; Sharon lightly brushed the tip of her tongue, down the length of them.
‘Oh My’ Ralph stepped away from his peep hole, grabbing for the bedside table as he did so; he knocked the vase, sending it crashing to the floor.
Sharon heard the noise, looking in the mirror; she glanced at the wall behind her. Crinkling her left eye she barely spotted the peep hole. ‘A dirty old man is Craig’s dad.’ Sharon smiled again. ‘I knew it, from his sheltered thoughts; this certainly cold is advantageous.’ Sharon reached for the hanger draping the dress over it. With a pretense of innocence she reached for the top button of her shirt and undid it.
Ralph couldn’t help himself he turned back to the peep hole, looking through it, his age spotted right hand gripped the bedside table. Ralph watched as Sharon bared her throat, her fingers moving rapidly downward, pulling at the pearl buttons, through their tiny holes; releasing the tension of the white linen that lay across her chest. When the final pearl button came free and the lapels loosened there was a flash of white lace in the mirror.
Ralph’s eyes widened, his grasp on the table tightened. ‘At least she has taste and wears decent lingerie.’ Ralph smiled, he could see her whiter than white skin against the white lingerie. ‘I know her for what she is!’ Ralph thought as he watched her hands undo the zip on her jeans. ‘I am old now; I will not allow her to hurt Craig.’
Ralph’s posture and stance straightened, his old muscles tightening as he watched the creature that was Sharon wiggle out of her jeans. Revealing a barely there G string, her high firm buttocks, were not even dimpled. ‘She certainly is a beauty, even more so now than when alive. I bet!’ Ralph mused in his mind as he watched, nostrils flaring as Sharon stood in front of the mirror, in her lingerie; casting a very quick glance to the peep hole, Sharon ran her hands down her body, over her breast’s, soft palms lingering; down her sides around to her buttocks.
Ralph stepped away from the peep hole; hearing a noise in the hall. Straining his listening; ‘Blast these hearing aids.’ Putting his hand to his ears, Ralph adjusted the volume. Ralph’s eyes narrowed coldly as he looked back into the peep hole.
“I love that look.” Craig spoke as he entered Sharon’s room, walking towards Sharon, he reached for her hand, pulling her towards himself; he kissed her on the mouth.
‘Oh no you don’t…’ Ralph felt upset at what he saw, stepping away from the peep hole ‘Not in my house; not with my son!’ Ralph headed across his bedroom, flinging open the door, he strode out into the hall; walking up to the guests room door.
As Ralph reached for the door handle it opened; Craig and Sharon stood side by side. Finding himself looking straight at his son; Ralph let his eyes wander over his boys features, slowly his gaze went over to Sharon.
Realising he was too late; Ralph took an abrupt step backwards. Knees growing weak he lent against the hall wall; he could see the puncture marks on the side of his son’s neck. ‘She’s bitten him, he is in her thrall!’ Ralph looked at Sharon defiantly.
Sharon’s sensuous lips curved into a smile, her eyes held a glimmer of delight, as she saw the realisation dawn across the Ralph’s old face. Shaking his head Ralph needed a moment to gather his thoughts; for a short moment he felt that he had forgotten where he was. Looking directly at his son, a small well of tears built in his eyes.
“Are you alright Dad?”
Stifling the lump in his throat Ralph replied “Yes, I am fine.” His eyes ran across his sons features “I was lost in a thought, I guess.”
Sharon stepped forward, patting the back of Ralph’s hand, her elongated fingers sending a shiver down his spine.
“Its ok, I do that sometimes too,” her voice showed happiness “When I am relaxed and content. Are you relaxed and content Ralph?” her eyes narrowed and she raised a perfectly coffered eyebrow.
Ralph stood there looking at Sharon, using all of his will power to hold her gaze, and not lose his thoughts to her.
“Yes, I guess I am.” Ralph said as he felt his grip loosen, turning his back on them both he slowly walked back to his room. A cold silent tear slipping down his cheek, as he shut his door; he leant against it. Casting his eyes across the room he let his eyes settle on the photo of his bride. Murmuring to himself he vowed he would take his sons and Sharon’s lives, even if the were already dead. Moving slowly forward he sat on the edge of his bed, a sob escaped his lips as he reached for the photo of his wife; hugging it to his chest he sobbed silently.
©FI/ND 2005
To be continued, depending on the time.
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