As he stood outside her house dressed in his all black outfit of a black t-shirt, black jeans and his black army issued boots he smiled to himself. "Tonight will be the night; I'm finally going to take this haughty bitch." He gazed up at the moon seeing it shine brightly like the king of all the stars in the sky; he slipped his six inch knife from his pocket, flicking it forward with his wrist to reveal the silver sharpened blade. It gleamed in the moonlight like a precious jewel rather then the tool that would help him to accomplish the goal of his lust.
Sliding the knife back down into the closed position he slipped his ski mask over his head, adjusting it comfortably on his head so that the eye and breathing holes were in their correct places. He bent down to sneak past the window in the front room of the house going around to the back where her bedroom was located as he approached he cautiously stood up some to look in the window, he could see a nightstand light showing the bed and her dresser with it's large rectangular mirror that showed the bathroom door to be closed, he could see the tiny bit of light in the slit between the door and the carpet. He very gently took the knife from his pocket again and smashed the pane of glass carefully, just enough to crack the area in front of the latch.
The pane splintered some and he struck it again, glancing upward quickly now to make sure the light had not become even a little brighter from the crack under the door. As he hit the window again the correct piece splintered some and showed a crack as he placed the knife back in his pocket pushing on the piece of half broken glass with his gloved hand he was able to dislodge it from the frame and he pulled it away, dropping it on the ground softly as he reached in with a finger unlatching the window he pulled his finger back and slowly began to slide the window up, his eyes fearfully watching the bathroom door for the slightest movement inward.
He saw none as he continued to push the window up, gracefully holding it open with one arm as he lifted himself into her bedroom supporting himself on the frame momentarily as he got his balance back, he kneeled down sideways and began to close the window, his face half watching the window and the bathroom door. He set the window back into its former closed shape, even locking it again, sliding the drape slightly in front of the piece he had broken, with a little luck she wouldn't notice. Now that he was inside, he looked around for a moment inhaling the scent of femininity that lived throughout the room; he walked slowly over to her dresser treading softly. He then cursed himself silently for not removing his boots as he sat gently down on her bed, once again watching the bathroom door as he slipped his boots off quickly, placing them under the bed as he smoothed the bed covers to make it seem as if they were hiding nothing at all underneath them.
Her pillows and comforter were a dark shade of green, near hunting green and he laughed ruefully to himself about how he was definitely going to bag a trophy worth mounting on this hunt. He could smell her perfume, light and dainty as it flowed throughout the room, he heard the bathroom door begin to creak in and suddenly remembered his place and appearance, a masked man in a woman's bedroom, not an entirely welcoming position.
He quickly hid himself in her closet, shutting the sliding door in front of him as he stood facing outward watching for her to come into the room through the barely open wooden blinds on the doors. He had to suppress a gasp when he saw her walk into the room and sit down at her vanity in front of the large mirror. He reminded himself to breathe calmly so as to not give up his place he focused on her features her long flowing fiery red hair that touched down mid-way down her back, he watched her face intently in the mirror she was looking into and he swore he saw her cat green eyes sparkle. She was wearing an apple green silk robe which was lightly tied at her waist exposing the mere hint of her pale white skin and the treasures it was covering. He thought to himself that this was the first apple green robe he had ever seen but she was a striking redhead and it suited her blood drained complexion.
He had to suppress another gasp as she stood up quickly in front of the full length mirror and slipped the tied robe off her shoulders exposing her pale but beautiful shoulders, he eyed her skin from this rear position, his eyes slowly moving in the mirror to where her cleavage now showed, seeming to flow down for a matter of inches as her bust was quite large. He couldn't resist licking his lips as he relished the fact that those breasts would be his to manipulate and control in a matter of minutes. Her hair was wet so he was able to piece together that she had just gotten out of the shower by her stage of undress when his mind was suddenly brought back to the woman in front of him as she slipped the robe completely off. He eyed her milky white butt with the hunger of a starving lion, how he wanted to devour her. He looked down her legs and then up again, her calf muscles toned from her assumed exercise routine. She was like his own marble statue, his own female David.
