The moment I entered the house, I could tell something wasn't right. The lights were still off, sure, but every room in the house had a lit candle, which filled the house with an intoxicating scent. Those things must have contained pheromones of some sort, because my pants got tighter and tighter and my focus weakened a little. Once I confirmed that the areas were safe, I cautiously went upstairs. With each step, my heartbeat quickened and it got harder to move. Halfway up, I noticed something. There was a pair of jeans on the staircase. They were far too skinny to be mine, which meant that the intruder was female, and that she was close by.
Upstairs was barely different than down below: no electricity on, candles everywhere, and the rooms empty. One thing stood out, though. There was a shirt on the floor nearby my bedroom door, followed by a trail of chocolates and more candles. I walked over, careful not to knock over any of the candles (I'd been putting off getting a fire extinguisher) and ate a chocolate or two. The instant I did, the already strange and overwhelming feeling I had been experiencing multiplied tenfold and the tent my crotch displayed grew. Under normal circumstances, I'd be mortified to have my arousal so obviously displayed when there's company, but, with my current state of mind, modesty was the least of my concerns. I took a minute to gather what wits I had left about me and continued to my bedroom. Just in front of the door, there was a pair of dark red panties. I picked them up and noticed two things. They were an uncommon blend of cotton and lace...and they were very, very wet. Whoever this mystery woman was, she had definitely been waiting for me. With this in mind, I opened my bedroom door.
What I found was a scene most men only hear about. Candles were everywhere, giving the room a subtle glow, enough to find your way around. What drew my attention, however, was the person sitting on my bed with her legs crossed, which always helps a woman look sexy in some way. She was wearing a lace garter and stockings. She didn't have a bra on, which, for some reason, didn't surprise me, as she seemed familiar. Her expression, which also rang a bell, looked predatory and she beckoned me closer. I was about to comply, but somehow, I was able to recall a very important factor, something most men in my position would carelessly ignore: this woman was a stranger in my house. My dazed expression hardened (along with my member, which was hard enough already) and, displaying her soaked panties, I asked, "I assume these are yours, Ma'am?" Her purple coated lips smiled deviously as she nodded wordlessly. "I see," I continued, trying to sound somewhat defensive, given the situation. "Then would you care to tell me how you got in my house and why you're here?"
She spoke in a tone that was calm and even, yet seemed to drip with lust. "You door was open and you neglected to turn on your alarm. As for why I'm here..." She uncrossed her legs as she spoke, "...I think that answer is obvious."
Even with the dim lighting. I could see that she had made quite a mess on my bed waiting for me to arrive. As I was about to reply, she cut me off. "Why are you so surprised? I did promise you a 'next time', didn't I?"
Another bell rang. The way she said those words...it was almost as if she'd said them to me before... As I racked my brain, I took a good look at her goddess-like figure. Her legs were thick, yet strong and her torso was curved. Her hot opening was dripping with her juices as she moved her fingers in and out of herself, right in front of me, no less. Her breasts were supple and very tempting covered in sweat. Then, suddenly, it hit me! The scorching day in the alley! It was her whom I saw getting pleasured. "It was you!" She nodded the affirmative. "But, h-how did you...?"
