Autumn 1982
After being released from the mental hospital at the age of eighteen, he had been watching her for a good week. She was supposed to come pick him up upon his release. She promised him, over and over again, she would be there. And then she stopping coming to visit, but still he believed, despite what his father had told him, in the end, she would be there to greet him upon his release. No one showed and now he was hurt and angry. Apparently, his father had not been lying like he assumed.
After striking out at his original address, he went to the address he found in the phone book and watched. After a half a day's discreet wait he struck gold: she lived there. There was no sign of him. What followed was more waiting, more watching as he studied her every move.
It was mid-October and the weather was starting to get cool, although it had been a glorious week's run of Indian summer in Michigan.
Tuesday. Late afternoon. He watched her packing for a camping trip. She would pack now, and leave first thing in the morning. He was sure of this.
The memories came back of a cabin someplace up north. The name came to him: Petoskey. Yes, he was sure of it while also being sure he could find the cabin again by the lake. His plan set, he hurried off to the bus depot.
He was in luck. There was a bus leaving in two and half hours scheduled to go to Petoskey. From there he would hike to the cabin. After paying for his bus fare, he hurried off to the sporting goods store, to get everything he would need for his upcoming trip before heading over to the local grocery store. From there, after buying enough food to last a few days anyways, he hurried off to the local Halloween store to buy a costume/disguise.
The bus trip to Petoskey was uneventful and after a few false starts he was able to locate the cabin. It was a good eleven miles out of town but he was young, and in shape, so he covered the distance quite easily on foot. After settling himself down behind a copse of trees a short distance from the cabin, he waited, resting, saving his energy for the next day.
She arrived a bit after noon the next day. He was still in place, hunched down behind a stand of pine trees to the left of the cabin. Watching and waiting. She looked happy as she came bouncing out of the car wearing a pair of daisy dukes and a tight tee shirt that accented her large boobs nicely.
An hour or so later, he heard the audible sound of the back door closing. Sounds carried nicely here in the quiet desolation surrounding the lonely cabin. It was Wednesday. Mid-week. The neighboring cabins, there was only a few, the closest being a good eight miles away, would be doubtlessly deserted. Most people only traveled up north in the summer or on the weekends. It was neither. The kids were back in school. Yeah, they would be alone: of this he was sure.
He circled around to the back of the cabin. Behind it there was a small grassy backyard. He stayed behind the cover of the trees, moving slowly, patiently until he found a small break in them affording a nice view of the backyard.
He was in luck. While she was not back there, there was a blanket spread out on the grass. Sitting on the blanket was a bottle of water, a small paperback book, and another smaller bottle of what might be sun tan lotion. He pulled his binoculars out. Sure enough it was sun tan lotion. He smiled, knowing, more than likely, if she was planning on catching some rays on this gloriously warm Indian summer afternoon, she just might be showing off some skin.
The extremely fit Amber, she stood five foot, seven and weighed one hundred and thirty four pounds, with agreeable measurements of 38-27-37, came out of the cabin, heading to the backyard and an afternoon of sun bathing.
To Jason, she looked rather carefree and much younger than her actual mid-thirties age, while also managing to look both pretty and innocent all at once, with her dark chestnut hair falling to just past her shoulders in a tumble of fashionable beauty. Her gorgeous mane of hair framed a perfectly angelic and kind face that could have been used as a model for divine beauty. Possessing a witty and jocular personality, she was blessed with the unshakable ability to take worst case scenarios and flip them upside down.
This afternoon for her little solo sun bathing session she was wearing a sexy white string bikini showing off all of her ample curves rather nicely--to the watching trees. Amber would have never dreamed of wearing such a revealing swimsuit in public but alone at the cabin--no problem.
After stretching out on the blanket, she picked up the bottle of sun tan lotion. Dumping a liberal amount of the lotion on her hands, she patiently spent the next few minutes rubbing the lotion all over her nearly perfect, glowing skin.
He watched, his immense cock coming alive as she rubbed the lotion all over her body. He thought of masturbating while watching her, dreaming of it being him rubbing the lotion all over her body, but thought it might be better not to. No, he would save himself--for later on--when the moment was right, like tonight before going to sleep. Instead of whacking off, he busied himself by eating a couple sandwiches he packed away in his back pack.
Even as he ate, his eyes never left her, allowing his desire for her, despite his best efforts to keep it in check, to grow stronger.
Later on that evening, waiting until he was sure she was about ready to retire for the evening, he carefully made his way up toward the cabin. After squatting behind the trees for most of the day, being up and moving was a welcome relief.
The only light on in the small cabin was in the bedroom. Creeping up close to the bedroom window, it was just as he remembered: sparsely furnished with only the queen size four poster bed, a single nightstand next to the bed, and a single chest of drawers over in the corner.
She came into the bedroom wearing a white checkered button up cotton night gown. After fussing with the covers on the bed, she turned around and stripped off the nightgown. Sadly, her back was to him, depriving him of a chance to get a glimpse of her breasts. Reaching over, she quickly turned off the lamp, before crawling into the bed.
The brief glimpse of her heavenly body, she was utterly naked under her gown, was enough to make his cock spring to attention and give him a case of the butterflies.
He watched until he was sure she was asleep. It took a mighty effort on his part-- not to stealthily slip into the house and crawl into bed with her-- but he managed to keep his inner demons at bay long enough to retreat to the relative safety of his own makeshift campsite, behind the grove of trees about a good forty yards from the cabin.
The morning dawned cool and crisp. Despite sleeping on the hard ground with only a thin blanket to keep him warm, he slept good--dreaming of his revenge and what he was going to do to her tomorrow.
Around nine she emerged from the cabin looking free and easy. She was wearing a pair of dark green hiking shorts and a white, loose fitting short sleeved blouse. Strapped to her back, was a good sized backpack.
Apparently, they would be going on a hiking trip. He spent the morning following her from a safe distance. As the morning turned to afternoon and she made no attempt to turn around, but instead kept going deeper into the quiet forest, he started to think this maybe was going to be an overnight trip.
Catching up to her around three in the afternoon, from a safe distance he was just in time to observe her setting up camp for the evening.
He continued to spy on her as she went about the business of preparing her campsite. Deciding it might be best to wait until dusk to "introduce" himself, he settled down to wait and watch.
As it turned out, watching wasn't half bad thanks to a couple of things. The first was the way her dark green hiking shorts showed off a pair of muscular, well-tanned legs and the second, and more importantly, her nice legs paled in comparison to her real pride and joy: a pair of ample sized breasts shown off quite nicely when, at some point during the hike, she removed the tee shirt underneath her short sleeved blouse.
Better yet, as she was setting up her camp she took the liberty of tying her blouse off under her nice boobs allowing her flat toned tummy to be shown off. Training the binoculars on her, he couldn't help but to let them wander down to her chest. With the blouse now tightened up a bit, her ample braless tits were straining nicely against the material of her blouse. It was, indeed, a good look for her.
Just as it was starting to get dark, he watched her go wandering off to the left of the campsite. He assumed she was either going to go potty or was going to collect firewood, either way now was the time.
His excitement grew to a fever pitch as he pulled the realistic looking hockey mask out of his backpack. It was a replica of the one Jason Voorhees wore in the Friday 13th Part 3. Not wanting to reveal his true identity to her until the time was right, he had purchased it earlier at the Halloween store.
Gripping the large hunting knife, he advanced quietly toward her campsite. The campsite was still deserted but would not be for long. He could hear her humming a happy tune as she approached.
He slipped behind a large tree, positioning himself perfectly for the attack. When he noticed she was carrying a load of firewood, he smiled. Her hands would not be free to fend off the coming attack.