I had been tracking this woman for a few months, getting to know her daily, weekly routine so as to make sure i planned things carefully. Her name was Mira and she was a beautiful, busty, buxom blonde. She lived by herself in the middle of nowhere, much to my delight when i found out after following her home at a safe distance. She was a quiet woman, more of a bookworm than a party animal.
The day had finally come where i wanted her caught. It was the dead of night, roughly 3am when i rolled quietly onto her concrete driveway. The driveway itself was far enough from the house that she couldnt have heard my car, yet close enough to shift items. I had cloned her key weeks before, letting myself into her house for the first real time. I knew she would be asleep. I disabled the alarm which luckily hadnt needed to go off before i crept up the stairs. Once i reached the landing i made my way to the large room at the end from which the faint sound of breathing could be heard that many people make when they sleep. I stood in her doorway, watching her peacefully sleep away, blissfully unaware just what was instore for her.
I readied my rope, ready to pounce, the air of excitement filled my lungs before i slowly removed the covers from her body. It was mid summer and luckily still quite warm so there was no real sudden change in temperature to wake her up. She also happened to be a deep sleeper.something that came in handy. I looked down at her naked body which had its back to me on the mattress, both her hands were under the pillow in a clearly comfortable state. I slowly lowered myself onto her, sitting on her back in order to pin her down before she began to stir.
"Wha...wha...whats going on?" She murmered, before suddenly feeling a hand grip across her mouth.
Why was i doing this? I had my reasons.