Finally, the door opened with little more than a groan of the wood giving way. There wasn't much damage, fortunately… there was just a little splintered wood where he'd used the crowbar.
Oh, how he'd imagined this night. The house wasn't huge, but it was comfortably sized for being home to a single woman in her early twenties. It was, however, filled with valuables… Her name was Gina, and he had no idea where she'd acquired so many treasures, but he didn't care. They would soon be his.
He ducked a bit – he towered over most people at six-foot-four – and entered the house. He had come in the back, into the kitchen. It was clean and tidy, and tastefully decorated. He thought of coming back to the fridge later to see what he could rustle up. He tended to get hungry after a good heist.
For now, he moved stealthily through the ground floor, weaving in and out of the rooms, sweeping his eyes around and cataloguing where the desired items were. He would go check on the young woman before he actually touched anything, to make sure he was in the clear. Once he was sure she was asleep he would come back down and pinch the items he'd decided to take. His mind swam at the thought of the crystal and china dishes displayed in the living room, the silver candlesticks in the dining room, the collection of Hummel figurines in the TV room… There wasn't a whole lot of stuff, but most of it was very valuable. He could fetch a handsome price on the market, and his mouth watered at the five- and six-digit figures that the broker had given him as estimates…
He headed upstairs to check around and drop in to the young woman's bedroom. He'd seen her light go out about three hours ago, so she should have been deep asleep by now. He slunk around some of the other rooms, noting the ring stand and jewelry box, the watch on the desk. At last he came to her door. He'd been staking out her place for a couple of weeks, trying to get a feel for her schedule and when the best time to break in would be. He wanted to do it while she was at school – she was a student at the university in town – but she was on break and her daytime hours were too irregular for him to plan anything. He would be out of town by the time she started regular classes again, so he decided to just go for it during the wee hours of the morning when she was asleep.
He could hear her breathing softly as he crept into the room. Her room smelled faintly of vanilla. He pulled out a blindfold as he approached her bed. He noticed the way her long lashes lay on her cheeks as she slept, and the way her pink lips were parted slightly. She was on her side, her hands tucked under her pillow. This was going to be harder than he thought. He was wearing a facemask so she couldn't identify his face if she woke up, but he didn't want her to see anything else before he had a chance to escape; he'd hear her struggling to get it off if she woke up before he was done, and that way he would be able to leave without being detected. He preferred that alarm system much more than a blow to the head with a baseball bat, anyway.
He lifted her head up ever so gently and stealthily slipped a corner of the blindfold under her head. She murmured a little, but soon fell silent again. He continued tying it behind her head, and couldn't help but notice how soft her hair was. It shone softly in the moonlight coming through the sheer window curtains. Her face was in the shadow, but he could see that she was very attractive. She had a small nose, full lips, pretty kept eyebrows, and fair skin. His gaze fell to her chest, and his heart skipped in his chest at the sight of her beautiful breasts. He was captivated by how big and full they were. He found himself imagining how that soft skin would feel against his tongue and lips, how her nipples would grow firm at his touch…
He moved his eyes over the rest of her body, finally taking it in. He'd tried to ignore it before – he didn't want to know exactly whom he was robbing, and that had been easy up until now since he had only seen her from afar – but he was curious. She had kicked the covers down below her feet, so he could see her whole beautiful body. She was wearing a nightgown that was innocent-looking but incredibly sexy. It was short and white with small flowers on it. It probably would have fallen just below her butt when she stood up, but it had crept up as she slept. He could see her white panties from where he stood, and all of a sudden had a strong desire to see them more closely. Her legs were curled up under her, pressed together. He longed to part those legs and discover what she kept between them. He'd have wagered a fair amount that she was still a virgin, and would have given up his winnings to be the one to take that treasure from her. At this point, he wanted that above all the others in the house.
He moved around to the other side of the bed, so her back was facing him. Her back curved gracefully down into her waist, then back up to her hips. She was incredibly curvaceous, and he longed to navigate them with his hands and lips. He reached out to touch her butt, but pulled back. What if she woke up? Well, it wasn't like she'd see him – even if she took off the blindfold he had a mask on… What if she screamed? There was no one else in the house, and there was enough space between her house and those of her neighbors that they probably wouldn't be able to hear her…
He reached out again, unable to control himself. He wanted this young woman. He wanted to feel her against his body. He wanted to kiss her soft cool skin and feel it grow warm as he touched her in her most intimate areas. His penis grew stiff in his trousers as he touched her butt softly through her panties. He imagined what she would do if she awoke as he was touching her, and it drove him on. She was petite, so he could overpower her easily. Frankly, he wanted to overpower her. He had to give her something she probably wasn't aware she needed yet, and he could only do that by force.
He licked his lips as his fingers trailed from her butt to her warm pussy. She stirred a little as he touched her, but did not wake up. He almost moaned at the feel of her warmth through her panties. He felt her more firmly and, to his amazement and intense arousal, could feel her vagina tighten and swell as he did. She shivered. He ran his fingers up and down her lips a few times, and she squirmed beneath his touch. He could see a small wet patch forming on her white cotton panties, and he just had to touch himself briefly.
He got up and moved to her front again. He needed to see those gorgeous breasts again. He trailed a fingertip over one breast, then pushed it into her cleavage gently. Her skin was even smoother than he had hoped it would be. He needed to kiss it, to feel it warm against his lips. He almost wanted to wake her up to tell her to lie on her back so he could fully enjoy her breasts. However, the voyeuristic nature of what he was doing overpowered his desire to overtake the girl for the moment. He kept fingering her breasts, then held a hand just over her ribcage and followed the curves of her waist and hips down her body. He kept his hand hovering just over her skin, going down the length of her legs.
All of a sudden she stirred. He panicked briefly, but when he realized that she was just rolling over he calmed down. She had rolled onto her back, just where he wanted her. She had one hand up by her head and the other resting lightly on her little stomach. Her breasts spread apart beautifully, and he was eager to kiss between them above the fabric of her nightgown – which had seductively crawled up her body even more to reveal all of the front of her panties and a small area of skin on her stomach. He tensed himself in his trousers as he took in the sight of such a beautiful, innocent girl practically at his mercy, and he felt a strong urge to wake her up and take her for his own.
He decided to do it. His cock was throbbing now, and he knew being touched by him had aroused her. The thought of her little virginal pussy was driving him mad. He just wanted to push himself between her soft wet lips and drive it home, filling her up.
He took one of her hands and held it above her head, then brought the other one up. He held her wrists together easily in one hand and prepared to squeeze as soon as he woke her up. In one swift motion, he straddled her hips and put his hand over her mouth, simultaneously tightening his grip on her wrists. He couldn't see her eyes fly open, but the sharp intake of air through her nose and the tensing of her body told him she was now awake. He felt the blood rush hot through his body at the feel of that little body struggling between his thighs, and his cock reminded him of just how hard and swollen it was. He could feel wetness on his tip as he strained against his trousers.
"Listen to me," he whispered fiercely in her ear, tightening his legs around her and his hand on her wrists. She stopped thrashing about, breathing quickly through her nose. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'll be forced to do it if you misbehave. Do you want me to hurt you?"
