Mandy is 24 years old, 5' 6" tall, weighs about 115 pounds, with blonde hair and light blue eyes. She wears a size 6 dress and panties, 34C bra, and size 7 shoes. She works in the office for the Dean of Accounting at the local University, and drives a 5 year old Mazda Miata. She lives in the corner apartment on the ground floor in a complex located only 2.3 miles from her office, and bikes to work most days. She works out 3 days a week in the gym in her apartment complex, and is very serious about her diet and health. But we have never met...YET!
So how can I know all these details about someone I haven't met? Easy. I first saw Mandy about a year ago when I was taking a couple classes I needed to finish my degree. I had been going to another school, but circumstances forced me to leave and return to my home town, so I enrolled at the University to complete my studies. The first time I saw Mandy, I knew I had to have her. She became sort of my graduate study project – a gift to myself for getting my degree, I guess. Finding out where she lived was easy. There are so many students riding bikes on or near a campus, who notices one more? After that, the rest was just a matter of being patient and creative. After watching her for six months, I knew a lot about her routine, including that Tuesday night was laundry night for her in the complex's community room. The second time I visited the room, I found that she had just started her wash and gone back to her apartment. It was easy to empty the washer after it was done and just pile her clothes in a basket like I was someone else needing the machine...after helping myself to one of her bras and a matching pair of panties, hence, the 34C and size 6.
Since I knew where she worked, and her hours there, it was also easy to case out her apartment. Being on the ground floor helped a lot, and the landscaping was well established, allowing plenty of places to watch from. One day I even walked up to the sliding glass door that opened out onto the small porch she had. When I looked in, I couldn't believe my luck – here was a single girl, living alone on a ground floor, and she didn't even take the simple precaution of putting a dowel rod or broomstick handle down in the door's track, the easiest prevention device around to keep out intruders, unless they broke the glass. I returned two days later, armed with disposable gloves and a super-thin putty knife. It only took three tries to force open the latch and I was inside! I stood there, poised for a quick flight, in case I had been seen, or maybe she had an alarm? But after 15 minutes with nothing happening, I knew I was in the clear, and had total access to Mandy's home. Her furniture was very basic, but all useful – no frilly doilies, bric-a-brac, or other useless decorations. To my left was the small kitchen/eating area – I could check it later. The hall ahead of me had two doors on each side – the first on the left was the front door – at least she had a dead bolt lock and a security peep-hole on it! Directly opposite that was her bathroom – I stopped for a minute and inhaled the aroma, picking up the odors of her shampoo, soap, and perfume. God, I was getting semi-hard from just the smell of my Mandy! The two doors at the end of the hall opened into bedrooms – the one on the left had a small desk with a PC and printer, and there were several moving boxes also stored there – this was obviously a utility room. With surprising anticipation, I opened the last door and entered her bedroom.
There was a queen size bed centered against the far wall, with a dresser and mirror to the right. Several items were on top of the dresser, such as a hairbrush and a tube of lipstick, but otherwise it was clear. There was a small nightstand on the left side of the bed, with an alarm clock on top. I went over to it, noticing that the alarm was set for 6:45 AM. Considering she was at work before 8 in the morning, she didn't spend a lot of time in the morning getting ready. I had known girls that took hours and hours, just to put on a pair of jeans and a top! I opened the drawer of the nightstand, and was surprised to find an 8" pink vibrator there! Mandy, Mandy, what have you been doing, darling? You don't want to waste your precious cum on a plastic dick – you want to save it for some real meat, like mine. That thought caused my dick to reach a full hard-on, and it tented the front of my jeans. I stopped for a second to adjust myself, and went over to her closet. Wow, was she organized! From left to right were her dresses (size 6), then blouses, and finally pants and jeans. Her shoes were equally organized, from dress shoes and heels (size 7) over to sneakers. I turned back and seemed to notice for the first time that the bed was neatly made – probably had hospital corners! So...Mandy was a little anal-retentive, maybe? Well, we would just have to find a way to cure her of that, now, wouldn't we?
My final stop was her dresser. I started at the bottom drawer and worked my way up. The bottom drawer held an assortment of t shirts and sweaters, and several of the t shirts had the name of gyms on them. I had noticed Mandy using the gym at the apartment on occasion – it was obvious that she liked to keep in shape. The next drawer had two pairs of well-worn jeans, some sweat pants, and two pairs of spandex yoga pants – my erection twitched at the sight of those, as I imagined her beautiful butt filling them out to perfection. The top drawer, as I suspected, held nirvana – her panties and bras! I was pleased to notice that, while many were utilitarian white or beige, there were also several sets of very sexy blue, red, and black underwear! Good – that would make opening my prize more enjoyable, seeing it wrapped in something sexy, like maybe that red bra. I checked, and the matching panties were actually a thong! Outstanding! I could just picture Mandy's tight ass cheeks separated by the thin strap of the thong as she wiggled it seductively at me. God, this was going to be great!
I made a quick check of the bathroom. Nothing to note really, but in the small closet I found her laundry basket. It was Wednesday, so she had done her washing last night, but there was one pair of panties in the basket. I would love to take them as a souvenir, but she would surely miss them and know someone had been in her place. I had to content myself by picking them up and holding them to my nose, breathing the aroma of her pussy deeply into my lungs. Fantastic! If she smelled this good, I could only image how she would taste. I checked out the kitchen on my way out, noticing that everything was health-food related – no potato chips or other snacks. In the back of what could only be called a junk drawer, I saw a key. Anxiously, I took it over to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, there was nobody in sight, so I quickly opened the door and tried the key in the lock – it fit! Perfect! I went over to the sliding door and set the lock, then returned to the kitchen, where I shut the drawer. Using the key, I locked her front door behind me, and went in search of a hardware store to have a copy made. By the time I had that done, I feared it was too late to risk trying to return the key that day – people would be getting home from work or kids would be playing, and a stranger might get noticed. So I took the small risk that she might notice it was missing – why would she be looking for it anyway – and I went home. I took out the bra and panties I had taken earlier and, imagining my Mandy in her red thong and those yoga pants, I beat out two huge loads of cum into the crotch of her panties, just wishing it was her pussy instead.
I spent the next four months watching, until I knew her movements as well or better than she did. I went over plan after plan, trying to come up with a fool-proof plan for how I was going to take Mandy and make her mine. One thing I learned is that, except for an occasional run, she rarely left her apartment on Saturday. Maybe she just slept in and relaxed, maybe she worked on her computer – I didn't know, but I did know that if I didn't see her out on a Saturday, then nobody else would be surprised if they didn't see her either. That made Friday the optimum night, plus it meant we had the whole weekend for fun. The third month of my observations, the couple in the apartment above her moved out, and the apartment was still vacant. Since it was the summer break at the University, I figured it would probably stay that way until the students started returning in the fall. The last piece of the puzzle fell into place on a Thursday, when I saw the neighbors on her left loading up their car with suitcases, and overheard them excitedly talking about their long weekend in Las Vegas. Perfect! There would never be a better time, so I made up my mind to put my well-thought plan into action the next day. It seemed like I hardly slept that night, as the anticipation of the culmination of a year's planning was about to happen.
I spent Friday morning putting together my supplies into a duffel bag. These included 4 six foot lengths of a high tensile strength rope. The rope was soft enough not to cause rope burns on her wrists or ankles, but had a breaking strength that assured she would not be able to get free. I had already tied the slip knots on one end, and, when I had returned the key after making the copy, I had verified that the legs of her bed frame were quite strong. I added the panties to the package, along with a bandana – it would be hard for her to scream around a pair of cum-crusted panties stuffed into her mouth! Finally, I put in a razor-sharp 6 inch boning knife. I had considered adding a box of condoms, but had decided against it. I was comfortable that Mandy didn't have any STD's – I had only seen her go out a couple times in the year I had been watching her – and I just didn't want anything, even the thin membrane of a condom, coming between my dick and her pussy. Leaving my place at one, I made my way over to the University and casually went by the office – Mandy was there, looking fantastic, in jeans and a sweater. Tasty! I went on over to her apartment, and, after making sure nobody was watching, let myself in. It only took a couple minutes to secure the ropes to the bed legs, and I set the other items out on her dresser top. I found several pairs of dirty panties in her clothes basket, but resisted the urge to beat off a load, just as I had been resisting masturbating for the last week – my sperm would not be wasted anywhere but in her pussy or mouth. I considered going through her drawer to see what underwear she was wearing that day, but decided I wanted it to be a surprise. I did notice that the red pair were not in the dirty clothes hamper, so maybe....?
I knew that on Friday, especially being summer session, the Dean always let the staff leave early, usually around 3, so when I saw the clock on her nightstand reading 2:50, I started to get ready. My dick was stirring in anticipation, and my balls felt like two heavy rocks as they moved in my sac. My plan was simple – she always unlocked her door and wheeled her bike inside. I couldn't picture her leaving it sitting out in the living room, so I figured she would put it in the spare bedroom for storage. The door opened in to her bedroom, and there was just enough space for me to stand behind it unseen, so that is where I went. I had the knife in my right hand – her panties and the bandana I left on the dresser – would she notice them? Although I should be as nervous as a cat, I had rehearsed this so many times, and felt that I knew her so well, I was actually very calm as I stood there waiting. At 3:17 my heart skipped a beat as I clearly heard the sound of her key in the lock and she came in, pausing to lock the door behind her, then wheeled the bike over to the spare bedroom, as I had guessed. She did not come into her bedroom though, instead, I heard her enter the bathroom, and, a minute later, the sound of her peeing came clearly through the walls to me. After a minute came the sound of the toilet being flushed. The door to the bathroom opened, and seconds later, she opened the door to her bedroom and walked in. I smelled a faint trace of her perfume as she entered. She emitted a short gasp – she must have seen her panties on the dresser, and I stepped out from behind the door, covered her mouth with my left hand, and showed her the knife in my right. At the sight of the knife, her body went rigid.
