The window creaked ever so slightly and then silently slid up. Stupid. Leaving a window open like that but people are so stupid. All so simple and routine for a thief like Jack.
He listened and waited for any undue noise of potential notice. That is how you survive as a thief. Absentmindedly he tugged at his ski mask that would confuse any viewers. Nothing stirred so he slipped further within the apartment. He suspected that the room was a bedroom and it was 1 AM. Someone may yet be home and close by. He peered within into a room of morbid moon lit shadows.
There was the rectangular form of a bed to the right. A body puffed up the sheets. Clothes littered the floor. Over there was a bureau and a bed stand. An alarm clock gleamed green numbers. Lots of empty space.
Cautiously, he approached the bed and bed stand. He cased the room with an experienced eye. Definitely a bra sprawled on the floor indicating a woman lived here. A pocketbook sat on the bureau.
A floorboard ominously creaked. "Damn," Jack muttered under his breath. The sleeping figure stirred and commenced sitting up. All was black, white and grey. Jack could run or stay. He decided to stay sensing that it was only a woman half groggy with sleep and stupid enough to leave her window unsecured.
He jumped forward falling onto her and slamming her soft body into the mattress. They bounced and the bed quaked. He found a tit with a gloved hand and grinned. He hoped she was young and delicious and not some wrinkly old crone.
"Be quiet, bitch!" Jack whispered. "I'm here to rob and not to hurt!" She quieted some as he pressed his weight down on her soft body. She sank into the mattress with her face into the pillow. She spoke but could not be heard. Jack lifted her head a bit with her hair.
"P-please don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want...Don't hurt me, please..." she begged in a sniffly whisper. She sounded cute and young. It was nice when they begged and cried a little. It made her more vulnerable and sexy.
"Then shut up, slut...not a word."
She promptly shut up except for a sniffle. Jack pulled and crossed her wrists behind her and held them in one large fist. Then she was flipped right side up for a casual personal and up close inspection. The moon light glinted off her wet right eye giving her an appealing sparkle. She did not move her crossed wrists which was promising as was the rapid rise and fall of her breasts.
Jack slipped a hand under her nightie and probed for her right tit. It felt soft and intriguing. Instantly his cock rose and her nipple stiffened. Again quite promising. She gasped when she was touched. "Ohhh..."
He tugged her blanket down. She quickly crossed her legs which was not good. Her cute panties poked out from under her nightie. Smiling at his new found loot he turned her over so that her ass stuck up. Her hands remained crossed and writhed under his gaze. The girl plunder rested and wiggled when her firm ass was squeezed. "Ooohhh..."
Jack kept an alert eye on her curvaceous bod while inspecting the floor. She was not very neat nor bright. At least she knew enough to not resist. Probably plenty of dating practice. He found some striped panties which would serve as a gag. Panty hose would be handy for tying. The blouse could be torn into strips for more tying. He had a sharp blade which was always useful in his trade.
Calmly enough she submitted to her binding. She seemed used to getting her wrists bound. Sitting on top of the small of her back, Jack grasped her hair and tugged her head back. She grunted in surprise. Jack then pinched her nose and automatically she opened her mouth to receive her dirty panties. "Ohmmphhh!" She continued her protests rather docilely thereafter and Jack made sure her panties stayed in place with a twist of blouse around her head.
