My first submission on this site. Enjoy!
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I awoke after some strange dreams when a sound just on the edge of my perception roused me. The house was empty and dark, save for the street lights filtering in through the windows and casting the house into a contrast of yellow patches of light on impenetrable shadows. At this time of year I didn't need air conditioning or heating so it was completely silent. I opened one heavy eyelid and scanned the room. Nothing was moving, nothing out of place and nothing that wasn't there when I went to bed. I figured it must have been the dog, so I closed my eyes and settled back into the pillow.
Then I heard it again. The sound of something being moved. Very carefully. Coming from the next room.
My blood froze. Someone was in my house. My first concern was why the dog hadn't barked, and then I remembered she was boarded at the vet's for observation after being spayed. I carefully removed my sheets and crept out of bed as quietly as I could. I retrieved the shotgun from under the bed and gingerly padded to the door, lightly stepping toe to heel and keeping my weight evenly distributed and my head level.
Each step I stopped and listened, finger on the safety and ready to immediately move to the trigger. The carpeting in my room and the tile floors in the hallway silenced my footsteps. My ears were straining for anything they could pick up. My eyes scanned the shadows for any signs of movement.
I crept around the corner and found what I was looking for, but hoped I wouldn't find. Someone was crouched in front of my safe. It wasn't particularly well-hidden, simply being inside a cabinet, but if you were going to try and break into it you still had to know it was there, while ignoring more obvious items like my Xbox, blu-ray player and other things that were smaller and not bolted down.
I shouldered the weapon and introduced myself by disarming the safety. I saw the thief flinch. "Put your hands in the air and stand up real slowly."
The thief complied and stood. He was dressed head to toe in black.
"Step away from the safe and turn around."
As he did so I moved to a light switch and flicked it on. My eyes strained under the light for a moment and when I could focus again I discovered my thief was female. Very female. I kept my gun trained on her and admired her figure. Easily done thanks to the tight pants and sweater she wore. She had a slender, toned body with a tremendous pair of breasts that looked pretty heavy. A toned torso connected them to a curvy pair of hips and long legs.
"Take off the mask."
She did so and I liked what I saw. Her skin was caramel colored and her eyes were blue. Her short hair appeared to have been colored blonde so I couldn't tell what race she might have been. Her lips were a little on the thin side and her face was youthful with a sharp chin. She was beautiful, despite the contemptuous glare she was giving me.
I had to figure out how to keep her still while I went for a phone. As soon as I lowered my aim or took my eyes off her she would bolt or even try to kill me.
I nodded towards a coat closet. "Get in there while I call the cops."
"Make me," she dared.
"I'm a great shot with this thing."
She snorted. "You'll just go to jail for murder. I'm unarmed."
"But you're breaking and entering."
"Unnecessary force used against an unarmed intruder by a civilian. I've read dozens of cases like that and they never end well for the homeowner. Unless you're a cop and I know that's not the case."
"So what, I should just let you go?"
"It would be your safest option."
"Like hell. You went straight for my safe so you must know what's in there. You'll just come back and try again next time I'm on vacation. Get in the closet."
"No." I was getting impatient. The girl was stubborn and smart to boot. Then I remembered the alarm panel. I could type in the silent alarm code and have the police here in minutes.
"I changed my mind. I think I'll just use the silent alarm so I can keep an eye on you."
Her face was calm up to this point. A slight tremor around her eyes told me I'd just eroded her confidence a little. She took a deep breath, which caused her breasts to rise and stretch the fabric of her sweater.
"Look, I don't want to go to jail, and you just want me out of your house. Can't we work something out here?"
"Can you guarantee you won't come back here?"
"I can not."
"Then we still have a problem."
My eyes roved over her figure. Goddamn, how did she not get picked up by a modeling agency? Or she could have at least made a living as an actress. Heck, as a porn star she would always have work. Why on earth did she turn to crime? A gleam appeared in her eyes.
"You like what you see?"
"Yes, actually. What's a pretty thing like you doing breaking into homes?"
"Frankly, it's fun. I tried modeling but they told me my boobs were too big."
Thought so. "Really?"
"They didn't say so, but I knew they didn't like curvy girls like me on the catwalk. I wasn't getting a reduction, and I sure as hell wasn't going to end up as a trophy wife. The rest of the story is private."
"I'd love to hear more."
"Well," her voice became oily and seductive. "I might be inclined. If we can work something out that sees me going free." She shifted her hips and stretched her neck, emphasizing her feminine curves.
I pointed my gun. "Take off your sweater."
She grabbed the hem and pulled her sweater up over her head. I was surprised to find her breasts were bound with gauze. She still had on a pair of gloves that extended up her forearms.
"Keeps them in place better than a bra," she said. Sure enough, they were tightly bound. Even now they were already bigger than my hands. I could feel my erection growing in my pajama pants.
She looked down. "Definitely likes what he sees," she cooed.
"Come closer," I said, still keeping my gun trained on her. She approached until she was in arm's reach of the muzzle.
"Closer." She stepped right up to the gun. "Take off the bandages." She smiled and began unwinding the layers of gauze. When it was loose enough, she let it fall to the floor. Her breasts expanded to their full volume, a pair of smooth brown melons that stood out proudly from her chest. She squeezed them and sighed.
"That always feels good." Her breasts dwarfed her hands and I swallowed. She looked at me, her blue eyes burning with seductive power. She placed her fingertip on the muzzle of my gun.
"Do we really need this?" I lowered the weapon. "I promise I won't run if you don't call the cops."
I leaned the gun into a corner and she closed the gap between us. She pushed her chest out and I felt her warm breasts spread across my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me.
"So the deal is, we have sex, and I let you go?"
"Sure. I noticed how you were looking at me. And I'm a good lay."
"Do you do this often?"
"I usually don't get caught."
I brought our lips together and squeezed her tight. Her breasts seemed to resist me and she moaned.
"Does that hurt?"
"No. They're just big." She brought us back together and her hands explored my arms and back. My hand slid up her side and she pulled back a bit to let me feel her breast. It was heavy and surprisingly firm. Easily twice what my hands could hold. She moaned and started pushing back into me.
"So sensitive," she hissed.
"You're a chatty one," I said as my hands roved over her smooth skin.
"Just wait 'till we get in bed."
I started pulling her back but she resisted.
