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Tania slept late into the next afternoon. When she woke up, she showered quickly, then returned to bed and propped her feet up. Using both hands she played with her nipples, tugging and squeezing them roughly until her hips bucked uncontrollably. Their normal pinkish color, already flushed red from arousal, was now dark crimson under her dedicated manipulation. Moving one hand down to her vulva, she used her middle finger to coax her clit out of its hood. Soon she was imitating the action on her nipples, teasing her hardening clit mercilessly. The sheet under her was drenched in her sweat and the drippings from her pussy.
She continued along this path for the next two hours, always stopping short of orgasm. By the time dusk rolled around, she was out of her mind horny. Collecting the "goodie" bag she'd brought from home, Tania threw on a sweatshirt and shorts and jumped in her rental car. She didn't dare clean up; she wanted the smell of sex to stay with her, keeping her aroused.
Twenty minutes later she turned onto a neat, middle class looking block and parked near the corner. She didn't pass anyone in the twilight on her way to Ron's house. She'd followed him home after the second night that she'd seen him in the bar. Just in case he turned out to be the one.
Like most houses on the block, the garage door was still open. In neighborhoods like this, people didn't usually close them until the street lamps came on; after all, everybody knew everybody else, right? Looking around one last time, she made sure no one was watching as she slipped in quietly next to the single car. Once inside, she unscrewed each bulb and shook it until the filament inside shattered, then replaced it in the socket. This way, when someone came out to shut the garage door, she wouldn't cast a shadow from her hiding place behind the car.
For the next two and a half hours, she just sat and waited. Eventually, Ron's wife came out and absently pushed the button to close the garage door. She didn't even bother with the light.
Tania looked at her watch: 9:00. She stood and stretched. Hopefully, they'd be going to sleep soon. At 10:30, the light shining under the door between the garage and the house went out. An hour later, she gingerly reached out and tried the knob. It turned, and the door swung in. She'd counted on the fact that most people don't lock the inside door when they have a garage, figuring that they're safe if the garage is shut. However, she came prepared in case she was wrong; she had lock picks in her bag, and knew how to use them.
She stripped off her clothes in the garage, stuffed them in her bag, and walked inside the house. Her eyes were used to the dark from sitting in the garage so long, so she had no trouble seeing around.
The door opened into the kitchen; no surprise there. At the far end were two openings. One led into a combination living room/family room (she could make out sofas and a television), the other to a hallway.
Walking toward the archway that led to the hallway, Tania noticed 3 doors. She assumed that one would lead to Ron's bedroom; the one closest to her was open and revealed a bathroom. She figured her best bet was to wait in there.
The bathroom was simple and old fashioned, with a sink, a washbasin, and a tub. The tub had a cutesy shower curtain that would hide her as long as she stayed behind it and didn't move.
Without her watch, time moved painfully slow. Her legs cramped from standing still so long, but her discomfort was instantly forgotten when the light popped on. She held her breath and stood stock still, trying not to make a sound. From the sounds coming from the other side of the curtain, it was pretty obvious that it was Ron's wife Linda up for a little late night relief. Tania smiled cruelly as she pushed back the shower curtain and leaped out of the tub, a particularly menacing hunting knife in one hand, the other hand clamping tightly over Linda's mouth.
"So help me, if you make just one sound, or put up any sort of fight, you'll be dead before he gets in here," she whispered.
