This is my first attempt at a story, please enjoy. Feel free to post any hints and tips!
As your car pulls in the drive, I am carefully concealed in the bushes beside the door. Covered from head to toe in black, complete with gloves and a hood hovering loosely over my face. I can see my breath in the night air as your footsteps come closer. You are dressed for business, your tailored suit perfectly fitted to your big, beautiful frame. Your 42DD breasts are straining to pop out of your jacket as you make your way to the door. I love the way you walk, one slow stride at a time. My heart pounds as you fumble with your keys. You have on those heels I love, my eyes drawn to the back of your calves. You manage to juggle your purse and your drink while finding your keys and placing one in the door. The click of the door echoing in the night like a boomerang.
One foot in the door and I am up and behind it... moving swiftly like a giant cat in the dark. My hand catches just as it falls closed. I ease inside, your silhouette dark in the moonlight. You must hear something shuffling about, for you stop and look around, but quickly continue making your way to the dining room table. I let the door close softly and walk towards you. Before I know it you are within an arms reach and my hand wraps around you quickly covering your mouth. With a stifled scream your belongings fall to the floor. The sound of your keys hitting the floor ring out and your drink spills... trailing into the kitchen.
You try to speak but my hand won't allow it. You struggle, an even match for me really, but I manage to intimidate you enough to overpower you. I pull your jacket by the collar and yank it to the floor with one hand. Wrapping my arm around you I hook my fingers into your blouse and pull on it... your buttons pinging as they bounce off the floor. By now you are squirming and refusing to make this easy. I love your fire. Never one to give in easily.
The leather of my glove brushes over your large nipple, as I pull you back resting your head on my shoulder. You try to steal a glimpse and I yank your head the opposite direction... biting the side of your neck. You are pissed at this point, but god I'm hot. Your arms pull and your head swings from side to side. Swiftly I press you forward on the table... pinning you down.. your cheek pressed against the oak wood. My hand works slowly up your thigh and lifts your skirt over your ass... I rub it... kneading it. Fuck I love your ass! You mumble something inaudible and I slowly uncover your mouth but keep you pinned to the table so as not to see me. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!?" you shout.
A smile smears across my face as my hand slips between your legs and forces them apart. I pull my glove off with my teeth and toss it to the ground. For the first time my flesh touches yours. Not rough like you expected, but smooth and soft... like a feather. My hand grazes the inside of your thigh making it's way to your lips... my middle finger tracing them. You get angry at my invasion and begin to curse. The moonlight filters through the room as I lean over you and lick your earlobe with my tongue.
My breath is hot on your neck and ear as you quieten down.
