Vanessa's imagination goes wild

The second shower was far less enjoyable, Vanessa couldn't stop thinking about this perv. She knew that she'll be the number one star of his masturbation sessions for weeks after this. Perhaps, he was doing it right now. His hand around the dick, imagining her naked, moaning in pleasure over and over again. A wave of disgust rose within Vanessa's stomach once more, even the cold water failed to wash out the image of the fat man masturbating while moaning her name.

"He does know my name, right?" she asked herself bitterly, trying not to cry at how humiliated she felt. "Or perhaps he'll call me a sweety imagining how I..." the mere thought of someone imagining her doing sexy things made Vanessa squirm. This shower was going to be a long one.

Vanessa couldn't stop thinking about the worst possible scenarios. She asked herself: If this guy is perverted enough to soil a bra, what else can he do? Peep into her windows? Write lewd notes on her door? Sneak into her home at night and masturbate at her sleeping body? Or even **** her? By the end of the shower, Vanessa convinced herself that she may be in some real danger. Her young imagination brought many horrible thoughts playing through her head.

She didn't want to stay home, alone, unprotected against this deviant. She promptly ignored her rational part of the mind which was telling her that this perverted courier is unlikely to cross his way with her. Her fear was rather irrational but intense nonetheless. Vanessa firmly decided to leave her home for a few days, where she could feel safe again. She had several relatives and female friends to visit, a small tourist trip was on the table, too. Anywhere safe from the sicko who knew where she lives.

Standing naked in her bedroom, Vanessa was pondering what to put on and where to go next when she heard the doorbell ring. "It can't be him, right? He said that his shift will be over in an hour," Vanessa told herself. Nevertheless, she didn't like the idea of opening the door. An idea of waiting it out or even quickly dressing and slipping out into the window popped up in her mind.