You're home alone. I know this because you told me you would be. You also told me you'd leave the back door unlocked and that I should help myself to a drink once I'm in the kitchen.
The house is in darkness, just as you promised. In fact the only source of light is the digital clock on the oven, casting a luminescent green glow around the tiled room, reflecting slightly off the walnut finish of the kitchen cupboards.
I open the fridge, its interior light adding - albeit temporarily - to the aforementioned minimal lighting.
There's a single beer inside. I remove it and pop the cap, downing it in three or four swigs before the fridge door has even had time to swing closed.
My clothes are dark; blue jeans and black tee as instructed. I take the time to remove my boots and leave them tidily beside the back door.
In my stocking feet I make my way slowly and carefully through your tastefully decorated home. Street lights shine through the windows at the front of the house, making it easier for me to find my way.
I glance into the living room. A three-piece and flat screen. You've left it on stand-by. It seems that any worries you might have about your carbon footprint are far outweighed by the promise of what's to come...
At the foot of the stairs I pause and take several deep breaths before I begin my ascent, the floorboards creaking with unnecessary volume beneath my weight.
There are four doors off the landing. Two are closed and one is open only slightly. The other, the bathroom, is my next port of call. As I use the facilities I can't help but think of all the things I'm going to do to you. Once I'm finished I put myself away, slipping my cock back into my jeans and boxers before it gets too hard to do so.
I contemplate not flushing but that would serve no purpose. You know I'm coming, you arranged it, so I flush. If you're still awake then the extra noise will only serve to build your anticipation even more.
Leaving the bathroom I turn out the light but leave the door ajar, then I make my way across the landing to the only other door that is not closed. I peer through the gap, no more than a few inches. I can hear you breathing within but I can't see anything; it's too dark, my eyes need time to adjust.
I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out, stroking slowly as I stare into your room. It's not at all long before I'm hard as a rock and I can make out shapes in the darkness. If you'd left your curtains open a little I would've been able to see quite clearly, not that I'm complaining... I'm definitely the kind of man who enjoys a challenge...
As my eyes grow more accustomed to the lack of light, I can see that you have nothing covering your slumbering form save for the thinnest of sheets. The night is warm, that's a fact so I can hardly blame you. It works in my favour, too, as I my eyes trace the outline of your shapely legs and firm arse. The sheet only covers as far up as your midriff and as you're sleeping topless, that means I can quite easily make out the shape of your large, firm breasts, heaving as you lay half on your back, half on your side.
I watch you for several moments, my hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick as I slowly masturbate. It's almost as if I'm teasing myself. I know that I can have you right now, there's not a thing you can do to stop me, especially as I'm quite certain you're asleep.
