John lived on his own in a quiet suburb on the outskirts of Glasgow, Scotland. He was like any other bloke, worked hard during the week, drank even harder at the weekend, and lived for football and the occasional game of golf. At the age of 22, he was now earning enough to move out of his parent's home the year before, and enjoyed the independence of living alone.
John lived a good life, was earning decent money and had good friends, but his life was missing something, a girlfriend. He'd been with a few girls in the past but had been single for a year and a half now and the lack of female company, and sex, was getting him down.
He wasn't a bad looking man but certainly not the type to walk into a bar and sweep the women off their feet.
He would attempt to heal his loneliness and sexual frustration by spending his evenings surfing the Internet for porn and sex story websites. As time went on though and masturbation was his only release, he found he needed more creative ways to get his sexual kicks.
He would try masturbating in different ways, buying creams to heighten the senses of his penis, viagra and other drugs, and had even bought a vibrator to use on his balls and arse -- though he certainly had not pushed it any further than the opening of his anus.
The house next door to John had within the past month been sold to an extremely pretty girl called Chloe, who was around the same age as him. He knew her name after introducing himself while she was moving in, however his offer to help her move in had been politely refused and the only other time he had spoken to her since had been when saying hello while passing in the street.
John had often thought about her though while masturbating, and certainly wouldn't have minded getting to know her better. She had short dark hair, was quite busty with a sharp little body, and John had never seen her dressed badly. She must have had a good job because she was usually dressed in office minded clothes, tight white shirt showing off all her curves with either short skirts of tight black trousers with clasped her rear, which to John looked perfect.
The other times John had seen her had been when she was heading out for drinks with her equally pretty friends, and she was always dressed to impress.
John would often notice a friend visit her quite often, at least three to four times a week. She looked a bit younger, perhaps late teens or early twenties, and had long blonde hair falling over a slinky little body. John had come to the conclusion the two were perhaps more than just good friends, and the thought of them being lesbian lovers would often be the topic of his masturbation.
One night as he came home from work, he saw the two girls arriving home at the same time. Once again he gave his polite hello, which was met by a sweet smile from both girls. Walking into his house he couldn't get over how beautiful the two girls looked and he was consumed by the thought of what they would be like in bed, the type of sex they would be into, even to what kind of underwear they wore. He imagined them wearing sexy tight satin panties and frilly knickers and would have loved to see them in them.
His curiosity was getting the better of him and he started to have an urge to steal their underwear, just for the smell and the excitement of having something sexy of theirs. He wanted to know what Chloe had in her house, whether she had a diary and had maybe even written about him or other neighbours. He wanted to know if she had sex books or vibrators and really sexy lingerie.
John thought long and hard, despite knowing it was crazy he decided he would have to satisfy his urge. He hatched a plan to do the unthinkable and break into his neighbour's house.
Although an insane plan, John hadn't suddenly gone mad and knew if caught he could be in trouble with the police. He knew he had to do it just the once, and make sure it was done right. John certainly was no burglar, and the last thing he wanted was for Chloe to be home -- he admitted to himself he knew he was a pervert with what he was planning, but certainly no rapist.
John's plan was hatched; he would try and get a key for Chloe's back door. Using chewing gum he sneaked round one day after getting home from work early and made an incision in the lock to get the design. Then using a locksmith no-where near where he lived, he made up a story of losing all keys to his own back door and that the design was all he had. The locksmith said he could make no promises the key would fit but attempted to make one up anyway, and suggested John get the lock changed, obviously not suspicious of the fact John wanted a key for someone else's house.
John decided on his plan, he would go to work as normal but make his excuses and take the afternoon off. Using the back door key, he would sneak in, quickly raid the house for items, and then bring them back to his leaving no trace of his presence. He knew Chloe would naturally miss the things that had gone missing but being girl's items surely she would accuse her friends or even just her own clumsiness, and never assume John was the culprit.
That Friday John carried out his plan. Arriving home at 12pm, he had lunch, constantly checking the window to see if Chloe was coming home from work early. He started to worry himself, thinking that maybe he should have taken the whole day off to ensure Chloe was actually at work and not in the house, but his determination and even excitement at the whole thing turned him on and he decided to go through with it, with the thought of lying on his bad masturbating in her soft underwear only matched by what it would be like to actually sleep with her.
Climbing over his fence into his neighbour's back garden, he tried the key on the lock. As luck would have it the locksmith had done a fantastic job, and the key slipped in and he was able to unlock the door. As soon as he did it he took the key out and hid behind the bin, all too wary that it may have made a noise that would be heard if there was anyone inside. John was petrified of being caught and having to explain himself to the police, and of course his neighbour. He had thought up the reason that he was following what he thought was another burglar into the house in the event he did get caught, certainly admitting to his perverted act was never an option.
After a few seconds behind the bin and with no sound coming from the house, he sneaked in. Making his way to the living room, he got down and crawled on his hands and feet over to the curtains and closed them, so that no neighbour outside would see him. He then started to check her list of DVDs and drawers, but quickly came to the conclusion that all the things he would want would be in her bedroom. Although in a rush, he continued to move slowly, ever aware that he wasn't 100 per cent sure Chloe wasn't in the house. He made his way upstairs and to his delight saw the bedroom door was wide open, with no-one inside. Likewise the bathroom was also in full view.
John could relax a bit now, well at least start rushing round the house to grab the things he wanted, not having to move at a snails pace. After all, he didn't want to be in here for much longer than five minutes.
As he walked into the bedroom he quickly opened drawers and started to pick up some very sexy underwear, already fantasizing about rubbing them on his cock or even wearing them. Lingerie was certainly evident and he picked up some more sexy garments, and was in no doubt this girl liked to dress up in bed. He went over to the other side of the room to look for a diary, he had the clothes that he wanted but he also wanted to know her sexual kicks. He was about to find out, though not through a diary.
He opened the first draw and gave a little chuckle as he saw what was in it. Some pairs of handcuffs, leather gloves, silk ties and a blindfold. John said aloud "dirty little bitch" but had no desire to take any of the stuff, so closed the drawer and was ready to make his way home, only for him to hear a key in the front door.
John froze, Chloe was obviously back, and he was upstairs in her home. How would he manage to get out of here without being seen?
