Fulfilling Her Fantasy

I watched her from the window. She had just gotten home and was getting out of her car. Up the drive she walked, in seconds she would be at the front door. Seconds later she was in the house. I knew her routine: leave the house at 6 am, home at 5:30 pm, shower, dinner, tv, bed. Without fail, every night. She didn’t have a husband, no boyfriend, no pets even, this lady was a shut in…which was perfect for me. See I had plans for her.

I heard the front door shut from her upstairs bedroom. I softly made my way to her closet and closed the door without latching it. I went over my supplies again in my pocket just to make sure I had everything I needed.

Sally, according to the mail on her kitchen counter, came up the stairs to her bedroom. Through the slats of the closet door I watched as she removed her work jacket and placed it on a chair back next to the bed. Her red hair was short and straight coming to just above her shoulders. The skin of her arms were pale and freckled, I hoped the rest of her was too, I couldn’t wait to taste that creamy skin. Already I was getting hard.

Sally removed her work shirt and threw it in the hamper next to her bed. Her bra was emerald green and nearly see through. She removed her skirt and placed it on top of the jacket revealing her matching emerald green lacy panties. At 5’2” she had an athletic body, firm and toned from time at the gym I suspected. Just as I’d hoped, she was creamy and freckled. I began to stroke myself through my jeans and felt my pre-cum ooze in anticipation.

In one quick motion she unhooked the bra and gave me my first look at those magnificent tits. Small, probably a 32 A, but I’m not picky. In fact, too much tit meat just gets in the way. Her tits were capped by already hard bright pink nipples that probably loved abuse. Good, cause they’re were gonna get some abuse tonight, I thought. She stepped in front of the mirror and gave them a squeeze. That’s it baby, I thought, put on a show for me. She cupped her tits and gave each nipple a rolling pinch then reached into her dresser and pulled out something I’d not even thought to check for earlier, a long slim vibrator with a control box attached by a cord. Things certainly were getting interesting. Sally set the vibrator down on the dresser and turned toward the adjoining bathroom.

Down came her panties giving me the best view of her shapely ass. My god I can’t wait to get a hold of those perfect globes, I thought. My eyes explored everything and I could have sworn her pussy was already wet, and shaved! Sally disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower come on. When I was certain she was in the shower I crept from my hiding place and picked up her panties. Looking in the bathroom I noticed I could see her through her shower curtain washing her hair. I took that moment to smell her panties, they were musky, a little spicy, and definitely wet. I freed my cock and used her panties for a mini jerk off session, just a few strokes while I envisioned the things I would do to her.

The shower went off. FUCK!

Quickly I turned and silently went back to my hiding place in her closet, the door swung closed just as she entered her room toweling her hair. Sally didn’t even pause, good, she doesn’t know I’m here. She went to the dresser and pulled out some pajama bottoms and a t-shirt then took them to the bed. I watched intently waiting for my moment. She bent slightly to put her left leg into the bottoms. Now!

I pushed the door open quietly, crossed the distance and wrapped my left arm around her waist trapping her arms. My right hand immediately covered her mouth muffling the scream. I lifted her into the air and held her tight. She thrashed about for a minute then slackened, sobbing, toes just out of reach of the floor.

“You know why I’m here.” I told her. “You have two choices. One: you go along with whatever I tell you, obey me and you may even come a few times. Two: resist and I’ll hurt you so bad you’ll wake up in the hospital…if you wake up.” I continued to cover her mouth for a minute to let the information sink in. “Have you decided?” I asked. She nodded still sobbing. “Are you going to fight me?” Sally shook her head.

“Good,” I told her “now, I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth. Try to scream, yell, talk, hell make noise in any way and I will hurt you.” I removed my hand and her head dropped sobbing. I reached into my pocket and removed the handcuffs. I bent Sally over the bed, brought her right hand to her back and cuffed it swiftly, then grabbed her left hand and cuffed it.