Chapter 1: Breaking in
The moon was full, bathing the bay and surrounding suburbs in a cerulean hue. The hot and humid air of the summer's night was still and silent, save for the crashing of the waves in the distance.
A careful eye would have spied the lanky silhouette of Joe scaling the wall effortlessly and dropping into the grounds without a sound. The moon illuminated the grounds of the house allowing Joe to scan the scene perfectly.
The large manor house slouched no more than fifty yards away, the lower windows and doors boarded up. Boarded up but accessible, yes, always accessible.
The garden consisted of little more than an overgrown lawn bordered by unkempt shrubs and flowers. No obstacles, no problem. The only possible risk was the large bay window, stretching the height of the first floor of the adjacent property. But all was dark next door. Nothing to worry about.
Joe began to advance towards the house but was suddenly shaken by a resounding crash directly behind him. Heart racing, he spun around to see the shadowy bulk of Murphy and the tool bag sprawled across the lawn.
"Fir Chrissakes Murphy, watch what the bloody hell you're doing," Joe exclaimed through gritted teeth, not daring to raise his voice above a whisper and scampering back to the safety of the wall.
"Uuugh," was as much as Murphy could manage as he lay spread-eagle, before trying unconvincingly to right himself. Joe gripped Murphy's enormous paw and hauled the big man to his feet, leaving the pair puffing and panting.
"You didn't say anything about climbing walls Joe," Murphy breathed loudly.
"Quite, goddammit," Joe whispered, his eyes bulging. "Stop moaning and get your fat arse in gear!"
A light from the adjacent house flicked on, sending a window-shaped beam over a large segment of the lawn. Joe closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. This fat idiot was going to ruin everything. It wasn't enough that he smoked and exploded a massive bag of peanuts across the van, he had to fall over the wall and spread the break-in tools across the surrounding countryside.
"Clean up this mess while I keep an eye on that window, the neighbour's probably checking to see what the hell that racket was."
Murphy scowled and flipped Joe a finger from the safety of the shadows. It was no picnic being paired up with this uptight pillock, who refused to break into anywhere except recently abandoned buildings.
"What's the point?" he grumbled, "bloody place is empty anyway."
He crouched down and began refilling the bag as Joe crept carefully towards the beam of light, never taking his eyes from the window. The broad window revealed a brightly-lit room with pine-panel walls. He crept round further, careful to stay out of the light, and positioned himself directly opposite the window in the relative safety of the darkness.
"Christ almighty!" said Murphy, making an unlovely appearance out of nowhere beside Joe and making him jump for the second time that evening. "Look at all that equipment just standing there."
They stared in at the array of gym equipment arranged in the room. Exorcise bike, bench press, treadmill, rowing machine and even an elliptical cross trainer.
Joe sneered.
"Must be one of those home gyms. All the rich and important types have them around these parts. It keep them from sweating next to 'plebs' like us."
"Must be a good few thousand's worth in there though, at least. We'd be better off going in there instead of stripping this dump," Murphy said, glanced over his shoulder at the brooding house behind them.
"What's bothering me is who turned that light on?" Joe mused. "Not a sole in sight. No matter. Let's get a move on while luck's still on our side."
They retreated towards the house, stopping just short of one of the boarded-up windows.
"Hand me that crowbar will ya, we'll have this prized off in no time."
Murphy fished around inside the bag and passed out the crowbar. Joe wedged it between the frame and the board and began applying pressure.
"Just keep an eye on that window, Murphy. We don't want any surprises."
Murphy stuffed his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly wondered off towards the beam, leaving Joe to grunt and struggle with the stubborn board. Suddenly a figure smartly crossed the window before disappearing out of sight.
"Jesus Christ!" Murphy let out.
"Shit, what now?" demanded Joe as the crowbar slipped, breaking off a small corner of board.
"There's a naked bird up there! I just saw her!" Murphy whispered, pointing excitedly. "I just saw her, completely butt naked she was!"
Joe narrowed his eyes sceptically. If the boss had just let him come alone he'd have swept and stripped the place already and would now be on his way out with a bag full of taps and fixtures. But no. Instead he'd been teamed up with this bungler, presently standing in the middle of the lawn, monkey scratching his arse and imagining naked ladies.
Deeply irritated, he tossed the crowbar onto the grass and strode across to where Murphy stood transfixed. Joe stared up at the window. Just the same empty gym as before.
"Who's naked then Murphy? There's no one fuckin' there!"
He turned on his heel and stalked back towards the house.
"Um, you were saying?"
Joe glanced back and caught sight of the fully disrobed beauty alone in the room. "Oh my good God..." he said, trailing off.
She stood facing the window, one long toned leg straight, the other bent at the knee pivoted on her toes as she tied her shoulder-length blonde hair into a pony tail. The white towel folded across her shoulders accentuated her deliciously bronzed skin and framed her large, pert breasts. Giving her head a little shake, she sent her ponytail swinging from side to side, along with her heaving tits, before pulling the towel from her shoulders and throwing it over the arm of the cross trainer.
"Do you think she can see us?" Murphy blurted out, his eyes like saucers.
"Of course not, you muppet. Stay away from the light, if she catches us gawping at her she'll call the rozzers faster than you can say blonde fajita. That is a pain in the arse I could do without.
"I'd take a pain in the arse for her," Murphy uttered.
"You'd take a pain in the arse for pic n' mix," retorted Joe. "Now let's get this done before anything else happens, we've been in here half an hour already!"
"I'll just keep an eye on the window though, like you said," uttered Murphy sheepishly.
Joe stole a last glance at the Goddess above, who had by then spread her legs wide apart and was leaning forward to stretch the backs of her legs, breast swaying lightly with each dip she made before using her tight, toned stomach muscles to rise up once more. She looked unbelievable, the product of hours of working out and not a spare inch in sight.
She began leg squats, showing off the power in her well-formed legs, breasts bouncing with each thrust and affording her secret audience sneak peeks of her bald slit. Joe could feel himself getting hard at the sight and thought of what he'd do to her given the chance.
"You can squat that pretty little thing down on my crowbar any time of day," he thought to himself, imagining this Goddess grinding her tight body up and down his shaft.
He could see her in all her glory lowering her supple form slowly up and down before sinking her snatch down to envelop his throbbing cock, in one fluid movement. God, how tight she'd be, and powerful. Dominating the situation completely, placing her slim, shapely hands onto his chest to steady herself before riding him hard like the horse he technically wasn't.
Murphy swayed unconsciously like a tower of stacked magazines, unable to take his eyes off the Goddess's body as she ducked and thrusted, twisted and flexed. Legs spread, thighs burning, back arched, breasts rebounding.
Murphy felt his manhood stirring, picturing her in his mind, this fit wholesome angel with her legs wrapped around his huge body as he pumped his rod hard in and out her tight pussy. Hearing her scream out "Oh you're too big, baby you're stretching me, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!"
"Hey, shit for brains!"
Murphy was suddenly hit by reality, or more accurately, the back of someone's hand.
"Still with us, yeah?"
He turned to see Joe's livid face staring back at him.
"I'm going to the house. If you must, stay here keep a look out," he said, retrieving the crowbar and heading back to the window. "And I don't mean at her!"
The Goddess had turned her back to the window by now, exposing her firm peachy buttocks. She began massaging them in smooth circular motions, parting them slightly and squeezing them back together as she arched her back.
Murphy composed himself and began pacing the perimeter of the beam furtively in sideways steps, his limited movement owing to the enormous bulge in his pants. Much puffing and grunting could be heard coming from Joe as he battled continually to pry open his blocked window.
"This goddamn fuckin' piece of shit (puff puff) c'mon, damn you (puff puff)..."
Stopping briefly to catch his breath he clocked Murphy stepping from side to side with no obvious motive.
"Why are you walking like that Murphy?"
"Like what?"
