Raping a young bitch

The west side of my city is full of bars and clubs. It is adjacent to a residential area, which makes it a very popular neighborhood among college kids and twenty-something singles. They can walk to their favorite club on the weekend, get drunk, and then stumble home. It’s the perfect setup for them – and also a good setup for me. This is the story why.

Last December, I drove my SUV to the west side around 11 PM on a Friday. I deliberately chose December because you can wear gloves and a beanie and no one will pay attention. I parked in one of the alleys where I knew that people occasionally walk through, and then took a deep breath. It was about to begin.

Looking to make sure that no one was around, I got out and quickly unscrewed my license plate with my fingers (I had loosened the bolts at home). Then I hopped back into my car. There are no streetlights in this residential zone and my windows are tinted, so I simply sat there, undetectable. With me was a grocery bag containing bleach, laundry detergent, fabric softener and a sponge. A second bag held masking tape, a box-cutting knife, and shipping envelopes. Everything was purchased at the local supermarket, using cash in the self-checkout lane. I certainly didn’t need a cashier remembering my face, or Visa documenting the evidence. The ‘supplements’ – things I didn’t need, like envelopes – were just to make the purchases look normal to any curious law enforcement.

At 11:35 PM, three frat guys and a girl walked right by my driver side window. They were loud and drunk and completely clueless to my presence. Good. I kept waiting.

At midnight, a couple young brunettes walked by. Even though it was 45 degrees outside, they were wearing skirts. My cock tingled just a little bit. I resisted the urge to jump out and grab both of them by their necks. Instead, I kept waiting.

At 1 AM, my bladder started telling me to take a piss. It was over 2 hours since I’d pissed at my apartment, and the cold night wasn’t helping. I was thinking about calling it a night and returning the next weekend. But then – I saw her. She matched my target profile exactly. An attractive girl, alone, walking in my direction. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and was wearing a white dress with a heavy parka over it. Even wth the parka, I could tell by her legs that her body was hot.