Walking quietly down the suburban street, I knew that I had to find a decent score tonight. The houses were all two-storey with nice gardens and mostly they had two cars in the drive or double garages. After a few nights of bumming out with dead end places, I knew I was in the right place to find some joint that would have a decent stash of jewellery and maybe a few other valuables that I could easily turn over to get some cash. Still I had to pick the right place.
Halfway down the block I saw a place that was completely dark, always a good sign of either everyone sleeping or out. It was well away from the corner street light so I could stand and check it out pretty safely. Being 2 a.m. on this warm summer night I knew that people would have their usual bad habits and leave windows open or doors ajar. Getting in would be easy; I just had to be sure of no dangerous pets. I hadn't heard a dog bark for a few houses and I'd quickly moved past those ones way back up the street. Here, it was almost silent.
A brief glance around to check nobody was out late-night walking and then it was up the drive, over the side gate and into the back yard. Sure enough a window was open at the back on the side. Pulling out my knife and flicking it open, I made short work of the flyscreen and I was in. I stopped and listened. No noises to hear, not a movement. I slipped quietly out of the ... well, study, I guess but there was no computer or anything. A quick look around showed the tell-tale signs of a home office except for the technology. Damn! I can always shift that stuff easily - nobody ever engraves it or anything these days. Now a look in the cupboards - camera! Great and in a bag with all the extras. Finally pay dirt. Hah and a handi-cam too. Great!
Into the house I crept, down the hall and into the lounge area, the faint glow of all the stand-by lights on the electronic devices made it look like the dimly lit house of horrors at the fair. But it also guided me to the TV, DVD - blu-ray, excellent! Don't forget the remote! A few quiet seconds and that unit was sitting near the back door ready to go home with me; so far a few hundred bucks easy! Now my little pile was looking like it was going to be worth it. Do I risk jewellery? That will be up stairs. Sure, why not, it's all quiet.
Over to the stairs and I was about halfway up when I heard the soft cough. Okay, stay calm! Is that someone coughing in their sleep or someone waking up? I can take care of anyone if I need to but it's better to avoid it. Frozen on the stairs I waited to hear movement - I can be gone in seconds if I need to. There was none, so I continued slowly up the stairs.
Into the first room on the right - huh, guest bedroom. Nothing going to be there. Next a bathroom, useless. The third room held the big surprise. The door was half open and, as I neared it, I could see the glow of a TV screen lighting the room. Okay so the owner was home and had fallen asleep in front of TV. Gee that's unusual!! I wonder how often I had taken someone's jewellery to the light of a TV left on in a bedroom? Dozens I guessed.
Closer to the door and I reached out to push it open when I heard the noise, a soft murmur I guess you'd call it. Sleep talking? Didn't seem right. I put my eye to the gap in the door and peaked in and there was the sight I hadn't expected. A woman sitting at a desk in front of a computer ... naked! In the light of the screen her big firm tits were sort of bunched up between her arms as she typed a few things and something then came up on the screen. Then there were the unmistakeable sounds from the PC speakers of people having sex - she was watching porn at 2:30 in the morning! I stood and watched as she sat back in her chair, her back slightly towards me and she ran her hands over her tits and one wandered down to her cunt that I wouldn't mind betting was wet as ... well wet as whatever gets soaking wet, hot and sticky.
I could hear her breathing heavily as she dug her fingers into herself below while the people on screen did their thing for her. I couldn't make it out because her body partly blocked my view. This was hot! My cock started to stir; shit I hadn't had a piece of quim for ages and here it was on a plate! Fuck it! I was here to take things, why not that too?
Silently I gently pushed the door open a little more. She was writhing in passion in her chair and her own moaning hid any noise I might make. I stepped inside, only a couple of yards away from her bare back. A look around the room told me lots. It was a pretty girly sort of bedroom with a draped four-poster bed and frilly skirting on the bottom of the bed, a dressing table where I would find her jewellery ... later.
There was some sort of standing rack with her clothes on it on the far side of the bed and a whole stack of scarves or something slung loosely on the bed end. The room smelt like perfume except for the woman's obvious aroma that was trying to take over. This was the room of a single woman; no guy was about to come rushing in to disturb me. That's why she's pumping her cunt at this hour. She hasn't had a dick in ages. I'll be doing her a favour!
I stepped closer and could now see the guy on screen getting his dick sucked by some honey blonde. Who really has a dick that long? My thick 6 inches certainly felt like plenty pushing against my jeans. I decided I just had to do it so in two quick steps I had flicked open my knife and moved behind her and put the point of it to the back of her long tapering neck.
"Don't move and don't make a noise!" I insisted.
