8 comments/ 40919 views/ 24 favorites Catching a Thief By: captain_strudel My first submission on this site. Enjoy! ------ I awoke after some strange dreams when a sound just on the edge of my perception roused me. The house was empty and dark, save for the street lights filtering in through the windows and casting the house into a contrast of yellow patches of light on impenetrable shadows. At this time of year I didn't need air conditioning or heating so it was completely silent. I opened one heavy eyelid and scanned the room. Nothing was moving, nothing out of place and nothing that wasn't there when I went to bed. I figured it must have been the dog, so I closed my eyes and settled back into the pillow. Then I heard it again. The sound of something being moved. Very carefully. Coming from the next room. My blood froze. Someone was in my house. My first concern was why the dog hadn't barked, and then I remembered she was boarded at the vet's for observation after being spayed. I carefully removed my sheets and crept out of bed as quietly as I could. I retrieved the shotgun from under the bed and gingerly padded to the door, lightly stepping toe to heel and keeping my weight evenly distributed and my head level. Each step I stopped and listened, finger on the safety and ready to immediately move to the trigger. The carpeting in my room and the tile floors in the hallway silenced my footsteps. My ears were straining for anything they could pick up. My eyes scanned the shadows for any signs of movement. I crept around the corner and found what I was looking for, but hoped I wouldn't find. Someone was crouched in front of my safe. It wasn't particularly well-hidden, simply being inside a cabinet, but if you were going to try and break into it you still had to know it was there, while ignoring more obvious items like my Xbox, blu-ray player and other things that were smaller and not bolted down. I shouldered the weapon and introduced myself by disarming the safety. I saw the thief flinch. "Put your hands in the air and stand up real slowly." The thief complied and stood. He was dressed head to toe in black. "Step away from the safe and turn around." As he did so I moved to a light switch and flicked it on. My eyes strained under the light for a moment and when I could focus again I discovered my thief was female. Very female. I kept my gun trained on her and admired her figure. Easily done thanks to the tight pants and sweater she wore. She had a slender, toned body with a tremendous pair of breasts that looked pretty heavy. A toned torso connected them to a curvy pair of hips and long legs. "Take off the mask." She did so and I liked what I saw. Her skin was caramel colored and her eyes were blue. Her short hair appeared to have been colored blonde so I couldn't tell what race she might have been. Her lips were a little on the thin side and her face was youthful with a sharp chin. She was beautiful, despite the contemptuous glare she was giving me. I had to figure out how to keep her still while I went for a phone. As soon as I lowered my aim or took my eyes off her she would bolt or even try to kill me. I nodded towards a coat closet. "Get in there while I call the cops." "Make me," she dared. "I'm a great shot with this thing." She snorted. "You'll just go to jail for murder. I'm unarmed." "But you're breaking and entering." "Unnecessary force used against an unarmed intruder by a civilian. I've read dozens of cases like that and they never end well for the homeowner. Unless you're a cop and I know that's not the case." "So what, I should just let you go?" "It would be your safest option." "Like hell. You went straight for my safe so you must know what's in there. You'll just come back and try again next time I'm on vacation. Get in the closet." "No." I was getting impatient. The girl was stubborn and smart to boot. Then I remembered the alarm panel. I could type in the silent alarm code and have the police here in minutes. "I changed my mind. I think I'll just use the silent alarm so I can keep an eye on you." Her face was calm up to this point. A slight tremor around her eyes told me I'd just eroded her confidence a little. She took a deep breath, which caused her breasts to rise and stretch the fabric of her sweater. "Look, I don't want to go to jail, and you just want me out of your house. Can't we work something out here?" "Can you guarantee you won't come back here?" "I can not." "Then we still have a problem." My eyes roved over her figure. Goddamn, how did she not get picked up by a modeling agency? Or she could have at least made a living as an actress. Heck, as a porn star she would always have work. Why on earth did she turn to crime? A gleam appeared in her eyes. "You like what you see?" "Yes, actually. What's a pretty thing like you doing breaking into homes?" "Frankly, it's fun. I tried modeling but they told me my boobs were too big." Thought so. "Really?" "They didn't say so, but I knew they didn't like curvy girls like me on the catwalk. I wasn't getting a reduction, and I sure as hell wasn't going to end up as a trophy wife. The rest of the story is private." "I'd love to hear more." "Well," her voice became oily and seductive. "I might be inclined. If we can work something out that sees me going free." She shifted her hips and stretched her neck, emphasizing her feminine curves. I pointed my gun. "Take off your sweater." She grabbed the hem and pulled her sweater up over her head. I was surprised to find her breasts were bound with gauze. She still had on a pair of gloves that extended up her forearms. "Keeps them in place better than a bra," she said. Sure enough, they were tightly bound. Even now they were already bigger than my hands. I could feel my erection growing in my pajama pants. She looked down. "Definitely likes what he sees," she cooed. "Come closer," I said, still keeping my gun trained on her. She approached until she was in arm's reach of the muzzle. "Closer." She stepped right up to the gun. "Take off the bandages." She smiled and began unwinding the layers of gauze. When it was loose enough, she let it fall to the floor. Her breasts expanded to their full volume, a pair of smooth brown melons that stood out proudly from her chest. She squeezed them and sighed. "That always feels good." Her breasts dwarfed her hands and I swallowed. She looked at me, her blue eyes burning with seductive power. She placed her fingertip on the muzzle of my gun. "Do we really need this?" I lowered the weapon. "I promise I won't run if you don't call the cops." I leaned the gun into a corner and she closed the gap between us. She pushed her chest out and I felt her warm breasts spread across my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. "So the deal is, we have sex, and I let you go?" "Sure. I noticed how you were looking at me. And I'm a good lay." "Do you do this often?" "I usually don't get caught." I brought our lips together and squeezed her tight. Her breasts seemed to resist me and she moaned. "Does that hurt?" "No. They're just big." She brought us back together and her hands explored my arms and back. My hand slid up her side and she pulled back a bit to let me feel her breast. It was heavy and surprisingly firm. Easily twice what my hands could hold. She moaned and started pushing back into me. "So sensitive," she hissed. "You're a chatty one," I said as my hands roved over her smooth skin. "Just wait 'till we get in bed." I started pulling her back but she resisted. "Can you turn off the lights first?" I flicked them off and she threw herself at me. We dragged each other back to the bedroom, petting and squeezing and kissing until I dropped her onto the bed. She crawled back onto it and raised each foot so I could slip her thin-soled shoes off. I started to crawl up to her and paused to take in the sight. The street lights caused her skin to glow and threw her curves into sharp relief. Her breasts heaved as she lay back, spilling to either side of her ribcage and resting on her biceps. "Hey." "What?" "What's your name?" "Erin." "Erin, I'm Steve." "Pleased to meet you, Steve." She pushed her huge breasts together up high on her chest. "Now come get a feel." I cradled her breasts with my hands and pushed them together. Her cleavage grew and shrank with my ministrations and she closed her eyes and cooed. Her breasts were so big I couldn't get my hands around them. I brushed her nipples with my thumbs and she responded positively. "I love it when a man plays with my breasts." "They're amazing. I can see why you strap them down." "They get in the way otherwise. But now," she took my hands and made me squeeze more forcefully, "not a problem." I loved feeling the flesh mould to my hands. Their warmth surrounded my hands like a pair of gloves as my fingers sank into her flesh. Her breathing shallowed and she writhed under my touch, arching her back to press her breasts more firmly into my hands. "They're going to be all bruised if I keep this up," I said. "Do it," she moaned. Instead I decided to ease up and lowered my face to her breast. I took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked. She held her breath as I held on, and she released when I did. I pressed my face firmly into her huge globe and she placed her hands on the back of my head. "You smell so nice," I muttered from her chest. "I try not to smell at all," she squeaked. "I know some thieves who got caught because the owner smelled them." I kissed my way between her breasts and tried to work my way down to her chest. Her arms were pressing them together, impeding my progress and nearly suffocating me. I pulled out and lay on top of her to kiss her again. I felt like I was floating on her breasts as our lips met. She slipped her fingertips under the waistband of my pants and gently caressed the tops of my buttocks and the edges of my pelvis. "So you say you're a good lay?" I asked between kisses. "Nine out of ten men would agree." "What about the tenth one?" "I drugged him so he fell asleep before the fun stuff happened." She thrust her hips against mine and ground against my erection. I raised myself up on my hands and hers went around front, brushing the tip of my erection. She stuck her hand down my pants and grasped my erection, which was beginning to leak. "I like what I feel there." "I think I know where you'd like to feel it." "Then come on." She raised her hips and I dragged her pants off. Her flat stomach curved down to a smooth, shaved pussy and toned legs. She spread them and I could smell her musk from here as she squeezed her breasts again. "Get those pants off and do me." I wasted no time getting my pants off and crawling back on top. I settled between her legs and squashed her breasts as our lips met. Our hips ground against each other as we searched for the right angle to let me in. My shaft found her lubricated slit and rubbed along it. She gasped and assisted with the rhythm. I could feel her pussy becoming moister as we ground together. I nibbled on her neck and she pulled me tight. "I want you inside me," she said between breaths, her voice throaty and dripping with desire. "I want you to fill me up." I pulled up and felt the head of my penis line up with her opening. I gently pushed forward and parted her willing lips, smoothly burying my cock inside this beautiful thief. She inhaled as I penetrated her and exhaled as I settled back onto her. She rolled her head back and laughed as she took me in. "Ohhh, that's so good." "You really like sex, don't you?" I asked. "I love having a man's penis in me, and his hands on my big, bursting breasts. What do you like?" "I like having a woman's legs around me as I pound away in her, and watching her breasts bounce all over her chest." Our voices were razor-sharp with desire. I could feel her snug vagina adjusting to me, her warmth and lubrication sucking me deep inside as she held me to her beautiful brown body. "That only works with big-chested girls like me," she rasped. "And you've got the biggest I've ever seen." "Outside a porno?" "Outside a porno." She grabbed my arms and sucked a breath through her teeth. "Oh god, start fucking me. You're driving me crazy." I started thrusting. My shaft slid smoothly along her interior walls as I pumped in and out of her. I kept her body pinned beneath mine, reluctant to part with the sensation of her breasts rolling across my chest. I wrapped my arms beneath her back and could feel her breasts squeezing out the sides and pressing against my arms. We stayed like this for several minutes and worked up a fine sweat, which helped reduce the friction between our bodies as I rode her. Her shallow breathing was making it hard to keep our lips together, so my mouth usually hovered over hers, our tongues reaching for each other as we breathed into each other and stole contact when we could spare a gulp of hair. Her hips pushed into mine as she matched my rhythm. Her pelvis was solid but still soft as I plowed into her. We stayed like this for several minutes, taking it easy and enjoying the feel of each others' bodies. "Go faster," Erin whimpered. I complied and increased my tempo. Her breathing fell in step with my thrusts and soon we were covered in sweat. I locked eyes with her as we rutted and in the semidarkness I saw two beautiful pools of desire, begging for more. I propped myself up on my hands and drove myself into her harder. She bit her lip and moaned as I pounded her vagina. "Hold on a second," she croaked. I paused. "What is it?" She lifted her hips and slid a pillow under her. "That'll get the angle better." I pushed myself in slowly and she sighed. "Yeah, that's better. Hits all the right spots." I gradually brought the speed back up until I was pounding into her hard. Our bodies slapped together and Erin was beside herself with pleasure. Her pussy was slick and tight, and we both smelled of musk and sweat. Her elevated hips caused her breasts to roll up towards her face, and the pounding I was giving her made them bounce like crazy. She squeezed them together with her hands, but they still jiggled generously from our lovemaking. "Ah. Aah! AAH!" She wrapped her arms under her breasts and lifted them to her face. "Mmmmmgh! I feel so full! Don't stop fucking me you stud!" I grabbed one of her breasts and pulled it to my mouth. I sucked hard on the nipple and then switched to the other one. "Oh god, I feel like I'm going to burst!" She said, running her hands through her hair and squeezing her legs around my waist. "Talk to me, please!" I released her breast and looked into her eyes. "How do I feel? How does my cock feel inside your hot little pussy?" "Better than any vibrator. Ooh, I think you're the biggest I've had." "Figured a hot thing like you could get any stud she wanted." "I've got standards, okay?" "You're getting fucked by a guy who's house you broke into and you talk about standards." "You should feel so lucky. I'm hot stuff." "I don't have problems getting women." "I'd like to see you try getting me without a gun." "Too late for that now." I made a long, powerful thrust and tried to bury myself in her as far as possible. She wailed and sighed. "I think you're all the way at my cervix." "Am I?"
"I think so. Mmh!" "How does it feel?" "Like I want to let you get me knocked up a few times." "Really?" She giggled. "Not quite. But you are one incredible fuck." I kissed her hard and ground into her. "Takes one to fuck one." I started noticing we were making less and less sense. This could go some odd places. I resumed our pace and she grunted and gasped to my thrusts. "Hey," she breathed, her voice labored. "What?" She wrapped her arms around my neck, her eyes shut tight. "I'm about to come." "I'm not there yet." "Good!" Her whole body tensed up and she clung desperately to me. She threw her head back and let out a guttural groan and I felt her vaginal walls collapse and spasm around me. She spasmed a few times before she relaxed and let herself fall back on the bed. Her breasts heaved as she fought to catch her breath. I laid down on her and decided we both needed a breather. "You're not going to leave yet, are you?" She nuzzled my neck and stroked my arms. "Not yet. I've still got another in me, I think. And I want to get you off before I go." "That sounds kind of selfless for a thief." "Well, breaking into your safe is kind of a bust now. So I might as well make the best of it. Besides, you've been good to me. I think you deserve it." Her breasts rose and fell against my chest as her breathing calmed down. We were soaked in sweat and the sheets were damp. I ran my hands up her flanks, caressed the curve of her breast and down her legs. "You said you might be inclined to tell me how you got into this business." "I did?" She looked at me dreamily. "Well, I never said how, did I?"
 "I figured screwing your brains out might do the trick." "I've got all my brains intact, honey. But, you did give me a nice orgasm. And I love the way you play with my breasts." As if to confirm it for her I reached between us and gave one a squeeze. She smiled. "Roll over. I need to be on top for this." I pulled my still-had erection out of her and rolled onto my back. She straddled me and leaned over, kissing me tenderly. Her breasts brushed heavily against my chest as she settled into position. "First tell me something." She whispered, her face an inch from mine, wearing an eager look. "What's that?" "Tell me about your first time." "Why?" "I'm a little spent. It'll help get me back in the mood." I closed my eyes for a moment and cleared my thoughts, thinking back to my first time. When I opened them she was looking at me expectantly, straddling my hips and hovering her body over mine with her huge breasts pressing against my chest. "It was my junior year in college." "Mmm, late bloomer." "It was a holiday, so we planned on going to a park to do some hiking." "Sounds fun. What was she like?" "She had long, brown hair, hazel eyes, taller than you, small breasts, great legs." "Go on. How did you lose your virginity?" "I came over to her apartment early. I started helping her clean up a little, made coffee, and put on a movie to watch. We cuddled in the bed and kind of lost track of time." Erin leaned over and started planting kisses on my chest. "We started making out. I'd let her suck me off before so it was nothing new when she did that. We loved the feel of skin on skin so we ended up naked with her on top of me." Erin nibbled on my collarbone and moved to my neck. She started rubbing herself on my erection. She pressed my shaft between her wet folds, sliding slowly up and down its length. She felt unusually gentle and sweet for a criminal. "Then what?" "She started sliding on me like you're doing." "Uh huh." "And eventually I felt my penis start going in." "What did you do?" "I asked her if I was going in, and she said it was, a little bit." Erin leaned forward and eased herself back on me and I felt the tip of my penis start to breach her folds. "Then?" "She asked if that was okay and I said yes, so she let it all the way in." Erin sighed as she let me back inside. I gave an involuntary thrust and we settled back down. "Then?" "I came after like thirty seconds." "No protection? Naughty boy." "She was on the pill." "Well at least one of you was responsible." "And what do you call this?" I asked, thrusting up into her. "I'm a thief. Responsibility is not in my vocabulary." Catching a Thief Ch. 02 I awoke the next morning after more strange dreams. I dreamed I'd had sex with a mysterious and sexy intruder. She had a small, tight body, brown skin and was incredibly well-endowed in the chest area. At first she wore a form-fitting unitard, which she unzipped and peeled from her shoulders, letting her fantastic, round breasts free before letting the rest of the outfit fall the the ground. Her blue eyes invited me closer, and she held my hands to her smooth, supple breasts. I wasted no time scooping her up and impaling her on my cock, lowering her to the bed and plowing her fervently until I filled her with cum. As my consciousness exited the dream state, I could still feel her warm skin on mine and her smell continued to linger. A movement against me finally jolted me out of unconsciousness and I became aware that I was spooning with the intruder from my dreams. My mind recalled last night's surprise. She'd broken into my house and was trying to break into my safe when I successfully snuck up on her. Despite my threats to call the police and the shotgun in my hands she refused to cooperate with me. Instead, she offered sex in exchange for letting her go. She enthusiastically held up her end of the bargain, and I was surprised to see her still here. Her hair still smelled a bit musky. My arm draped over her warm body, half-covered by the bedsheets. Her ass pressed against my stomach and she held my free hand in hers. I carefully propped myself up to get a look at her face. She looked even more beautiful in full sunlight with her eyes closed peacefully the sun shining in her blonde hair. Her irresistible breasts bulged from her chest and I helped myself to a feel. They were heavy and had just the right balance of softness and firmness, and were easily double what my large hands could hold. It was enough to rouse her and she stirred and opened her brilliant blue eyes. "Good morning," I whispered. "Sorry," she said, her voice dry and sticky. "I thought I'd be gone by now." "I'm not complaining." She smiled and turned over, and I leaned in and kissed her. Her breath smelled like omelets made with bad eggs and too much onion, and I told her so. "Yours is worse," she retorted. I pulled her onto me and she crawled on top, squashing her breasts to my chest and adjusting herself so they bulged upwards and gave me an eyeful of deep cleavage. She traced a finger along my collarbone as I stroked her ribs and the sides of her breasts. "I can't believe I actually did this." "Having regrets?" "Sort of. I mean, this is very unprofessional of me." She smiled. "Worth it, though." We stared at each other, lazily touching and listening to each other's breathing. Erin was hypnotic. Lying together like this, I realized I knew very little about her save that she was a very sexual being. I consider myself an enlightened, forward-thinking man in terms of gender relations, but it was hard for me not to think of her beautiful face, smooth body and juicy breasts solely in terms of how each one gave me pleasure. The soft pressure from her breasts was bringing back memories of last night and my penis started growing in response. Erin rubbed her thigh on it and smirked. "Ready to go again?" "What about you?" She responded by kissing me, moaning and rubbing her body against mine. "I thought you had to go," I said between kisses. "No rush," she whispered. Our mouths rejoined and and we made out while my hands explored her nubile body. I slid them up and down her smooth back giving her firm ass a healthy squeeze and sliding them back up her sides to caress her ribs and the abundance of flesh at the sides of her breasts. Erin straddled my waist and repositioned my penis between us, grinding her soft mound against my engorging and increasingly sensitive member. She held my face in her hands and kissed me greedily as my penis grew to its full length. Erin let it settle between her labia and began panting as she rubbed herself up and down its length. Her breath was hot against my lips and teeth, and her pussy warmed and lubricated my aching shaft. I pushed myself up and held her in my lap. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself closer to me and squeezing those magnificent breasts between us. We held each other like that for a bit, gazing into each other's eyes while breathing heavily. From this position my chin practically rested atop her breasts. "Whenever you're ready," I said. Erin nodded, her eyes hazy with lust. She lifted herself up, reached between us and took hold of my penis. She kissed me and raised her hips, brushing the tip of my erection against her entrance. She guided it into her pussy, then eased herself down, sighing "fuck me" as her body engulfed my penis. Her eyes smoldered with lust and her gyrations squeezed her breasts into my chest as I held her by the waist. I was captivated watching this gorgeous woman copulating in my lap. Her face bobbed inches from mine, our lips periodically meeting for a few moments before she leaned back to focus on her ministrations. Her tight, slick vaginal walls slid up and down my penis, milking it from head to base. I heard her labored breathing, her breath hot on my neck and thick with pleasure. I slid one of my hands up her smooth leg and squeezed her firm ass, eliciting a giggle from Erin. "How are you feeling, baby?" she panted while greedily impaling herself over and over. "Like a lucky man." I grunted. "You're so hot." "Mmh, your cock feels really good." I kissed her hard and slid back on the bed, leaning back against the headboard and putting some pillows behind my back. Erin scooted up and reseated herself. I relaxed and watched her pleasure herself. I held her hips loosely and she braced herself against my shoulders. Her tantalizing breasts bobbed in front of me as she worked her brown body up and down my shaft. Her naked body was art in motion as she worked her hips in an elliptical motion up and down my cock. Her eyes were half-closed as she exhaled with each downward thrust, focusing her attention on the penis lodged inside her body. I'd been with a few women, but I couldn't say if any of them looked as amazing as Erin did right now. We continued like that for what felt like hours, though only about five minutes passed before she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. "Don't forget to play with them." Erin moaned as I groped and fondled her big, soft globes. I really believed that I had never had the privilege of handling such a nice pair of breasts as hers. I thumbed her stiff nipples and roughly massaged her chest as she continued to ride me more urgently. She gasped and I felt her insides tighten up around me, making my vision blur with pleasure and provoking a familiar pressure from within my balls. "Gonna come," I grunted. She put her lips next to my ear and whispered her command through her teeth. "Come inside me." She clung to my shoulders and I pulled her hips tight against me as I succumbed to my base urge and blew my load into her hungry body. She held her breath as my semen soaked her insides, exhaling only after the final pulse deposited itself within her. I felt an immense sense of relief as the final pulse left me with our mingling fluids beginning to leak out and a naked, pleasured woman in my lap. She relaxed her hold on me and I fell back onto the bed. She continued to straddle me, staring at me while we caught our breaths. Her face was flushed with post-coital afterglow and framed by her disheveled hair. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She eventually leaned over and kissed me, gentle and deep. "I could make a habit of this," she purred. "Me too." I rolled her over onto the bed and we kissed and relaxed, gently touching and massaging each other's bodies as we came down from our sexual high. I shamelessly fondled a breast while kissing her sweet lips. God there was nothing I liked better than having this woman's body pinned beneath me. "I need to shower," she whispered. "Can I join you?" I asked. She smiled and kissed my nose. "Not this time." We rolled over and she gave me a long, probing kiss with her slippery tongue. Regrettably, she pulled away and kissed me one more time before leaving the bed. I watched her butt wiggle as she strode to the bathroom with a spring in her step. She blew me a kiss and shut the door behind her. I lay in bed for a few minutes to collect my thoughts. Erin was a vibrant, sexy woman right out of my wettest dreams. I also knew she could be my worst nightmare. I did not need to get caught up in the criminal underworld. As much as my dick wanted her to stay, my brain overruled and declared that she had to go and soon. My stomach growled and demanded breakfast. Sex burns a lot of calories. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Erin, you want breakfast?" "Yes! I'm starving!" she replied. I put some pants and a t-shirt on and checked the safe on my way to the kitchen. The drawer was open, but she had yet to get the safe open, thank god. There were irreplaceable case documents in there, which were likely her target. Next to the safe lay an unrolled tool pouch with a variety of tools snug in the organizer pockets. I spun the dial a few times, left her things alone and went about gathering the ingredients for fritatas. Erin returned shortly after I placed the mixture in the oven. She wore my bathrobe, which was far too large for her. The sleeves were rolled up a few times and she carried the tail in one hand to avoid tripping over it. Despite the oversized robe, she still left the front halfway open, offering a nice sample of her generous breasts. She sat down at the bar and brushed her damp hair out of her eyes as I slid a cup of coffee to her. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Between a hot shower and getting laid? I haven't felt this good in years." "This is not how I pictured a break-in ending up." She sighed and leaned on the bar, pressing her breasts into the marble and increasing her cleavage. "There's usually a shower involved, but not getting laid." "That's a shame." "I know. And thank you. I needed that more than I thought." "You're welcome. And if you want to stick around..." Erin smiled. "Thanks, but no. I should leave soon." She stroked her stomach. "Need to hit a pharmacy before too long." A chill ran up my spine. "I can spot you some cash if you need it." "I'll be fine." I changed the subject. "So you never told me how you got into this business." "You still want to know?" "You promised." Erin adjusted her robe, flattening the front against her chest. "I got into crime for the same reason most people do: I couldn't make ends meet and I got pretty good at it." "Don't take this the wrong way, but someone like you shouldn't have had a problem with that, even if it meant just marrying some rich man." "Some girls like me don't want to end up as trophy wives." She gave me a dark look. Clearly a touchy issue. "School? College?" "Did terrible in class." "Surely there was something out there." "Sure, my looks opened some doors, but I didn't get along well with others." She stared at her nails. "Not a team player." "Where did you start?" "I started with the basics. Stealing food and clothing, hanging out in shelters when I could, finding safe places to sleep and trying to hide the fact I was a young woman on the streets. I'd sneak onto trains when I needed to skip town or hitch hike. Those were rough days. Eventually I moved up to breaking into homes, going after money and valuables. Then I met some local rings and graduated to cars and small businesses. That's when I met my best friend." "What's she like?" Erin thought for a moment. "Well, she likes dogs and exercise, and she likes cocktails and solving puzzles. She's got a bad eye from an accident and changes her hair color pretty often." "What does she do?" "She's an assassin." I choked on my coffee. "A what?" "An assassin. Hit man. Gun for hire. You know, kills for money?" "I know that!" I glared at her uncomfortably. Erin smirked. "Relax. I can't afford her rates and she doesn't owe me any favors." We shared a laugh, mine more nervous than hers. I changed the subject. "So what happened then?" "She noticed me while staking out a contract of hers. I botched a job and found myself on the run from the cops. She helped me escape and offered me a chance at a real career in a guild." "Guild? Like a thieve's guild?" "Sort of. I can't say anymore other than I've had a pretty good career." She sipped her coffee and narrowed her eyes at me. "Until you came along." "You entered my home, babe." "All you had to do was stay asleep!" she exclaimed, leaning at me aggressively and slapping the counter. "Anyway," she tucked her hair behind her ear. "What now?" The oven timer went off. "I think we'll have breakfast." Having finished breakfast, we commenced with more light conversation, though I could only listen to half of what she said when the robe parted to reveal one of her smooth legs. I stared at her provocative curves, knowing I probably wouldn't see them ever again. It didn't take Erin long to notice. "If you need a picture just say so," she smirked. "The last thing you need is photographic evidence of where you've been." "For the best, I suppose." She paused and looked at me thoughtfully "I could do a neck down if you want. Against a blank wall?" I touched her knee. "I don't know. It's not the same without your face." My fingers started sliding up her thigh. Erin blushed. "You think I'm pretty?" "I was thinking beautiful." She looked into my eyes. I could see hesitation in her blue orbs. "Steven?" "Yes?" "I should go. It's getting late." "Yeah." My hand slid under the robe, closing in on the space between her legs. She involuntarily raised her leg to give me better access. Her breathing became heavier. My fingers found her labia and lightly stroked her lower lips. Her eyelids fluttered and her lip trembled. I slowly leaned closer, teasing her lips with mine as I intruded on her personal space. "Don't you need to leave?" "I...still have some time." I kissed her. She kissed back. She held onto my head as I picked her up off the stool and she wrapped her legs around me. I set her down on the dinner table and we slowed down, our feverish kissing becoming slower and more tender. My right hand slid up her leg and grasped the belt, tugging it and untying the knot. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and looked her exposed body up and down. Her breasts heaved with anticipation and she licked her lips. "One more time," she said. "Something to remember me by." My gaze drifted between her legs. Her pussy was shaved and swollen with anticipation. I realized then that despite fucking twice we'd done little if any foreplay. I touched her bellybutton and trailed my fingers down her stomach to the fleshy slit between her legs. "What are you...oh." Erin watched as I inserted one finger and started probing her warm interior. She moaned as I swirled my finger around, feeling the slick contours of her vagina. Erin tilted her head back and closed her eyes, propping her feet up on the table so she could get some leverage and press her pelvis more firmly onto my hand. I inserted a second finger and pressed them as far in as I could before curling them and stroking her from the inside, eliciting a gasp from Erin. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "A little to the right...yeeess!" The inside of Erin's vagina was warm, velvety smooth, slippery and soft all at the same time. Like the rest of her, alive. The tightness and contours change based on her responses, and when I touched her in the right spots her inner walls trembled and seemed to suck on my fingers. She whimpered and bit her lip. I continued stroking the spot she guided me to and her hips began bucking in response. She propped herself up on one hand and used the other to squeeze one of her magnificent breasts. I leaned forward and kissed the other, rooting around until I found the nipple and took it into my mouth. I tried to keep a regular rhythm with my fingers, stroking the bundle of nerves hidden away in her flesh. Her breathing grew heavy and her voice strained. "Steven! Ugh! I'm gonna come!" I pulled my fingers out moments before she climaxed and she looked at me. "Why did you stop?" she said between breaths. "Just relax," I said as I dropped my pajama pants and let my aching penis free. Erin smiled at me and relaxed her legs. I lined the head up with her slit and gently pushed it past her swollen lips. They parted and the head of my penis disappeared between them, followed by the rest of the paler, veiny flesh slipping into her warm, wet insides. She placed a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in closer as my cock found its home inside her warm flesh. When we were completely fused, I nuzzled her neck and she purred while grinding her hips into mine. "I'm so glad I took this job," she said. "Me too. Who are you working for?" "Trust me, you're better not knowing." "Was it one of my colleagues? A client?" "Steven," she said, holding my jaw and looking into my eyes. "You're safer not knowing." "But-" "Shh," she placed a finger on my lips. "Let's just enjoy this." I kissed her hard and laid her down on the table. Her breasts flattened across her chest and spilled onto her arms as she reclined. She gave me a smoky, daring look as her chest rose and fell and she licked her lips. I took hold of her hips and began pounding into her. I tried to memorize her every feature. Her huge full breasts bouncing and rippling on her ribcage. Her brown skin, and her beautiful face that was awash with pleasure. Despite knowing her less than a day, I was going to miss this woman. I drove into her for all it was worth, firmly groping her breasts, kneading them and feeling their warmth between my fingers. Erin moaned and arched her back. "You know how to treat a lady." We were both panting hard now. "You've made me a very happy man today." "You're welcome." I redoubled my efforts, slamming into her pelvis and making her body shudder with each impact. Erin gasped for air and continued egging me on, begging for another load of my seed. I felt a feverish tension growing between my legs and I knew I was close. Thoughts of paternity lawsuits and alimony were replaced with a more primal urge to plant my seed in the beautiful stranger's womb. "I'm almost there," I panted. "I can't wait," she replied. "Whenever you're ready." Semen surged up my shaft, seeming to pause three quarters of the way up and build pressure as I continued pumping in and out of her. Finally I pressed myself deep inside her and fired a fresh load of hot semen into Erin's pussy. I felt her insides constrict around me as she hit her climax and Erin let out a deep sigh. I collapsed on top of her and we made out as my final pulse entered her body and my cock began relaxing. We reluctantly broke off the kiss and stared into each other's eyes. Her face was glowing in post-coital bliss, making her appear even more beautiful than ever. "Why did you have to be a criminal?" I asked. "Why did you have to be a lawyer?" she countered. I kissed her and reluctantly withdrew from her body, pausing to kiss each breast before helping her up. I noticed a trickle of semen running down her leg. "Let me get a towel for that." I turned and felt something prick me in the neck. Turning around I saw Erin holding a syringe. "Erin? The fuck?" "Sorry. I'm pushing my luck here in a lot of ways. Don't worry. It's just a sedative." I felt weak. My vision clouded and a gray mist started encroaching the edges of my vision. Erin led me to the couch and helped me lay down. Catching a Thief Ch. 02 "You'll be fine in a couple of hours. I'll leave you something to remember me by." She kissed me and smiled. The last thing I remember were her smile and her huge breasts hanging over me. I awoke with a massive headache and a case of nausea. On top of that was a sense of disappointment. I really liked Erin, aside from the fantastic sex. Remembering what she'd come for in the first place, I checked the safe. A note was attached to it. "It didn't seem fair to go ahead and rob you after last night - Erin." After confirming the contents, and cleaning myself up, I noticed my digital camera sitting on the kitchen counter. I turned it on and found dozens of pictures Erin had taken of herself in various states of dress. I tore the memory card out and inserted it into my computer, only to find Erin had changed my wallpaper to a glorious high-resolution picture of her wearing nothing but an arm bra and a mischievous grin. Those pictures would fuel my fantasies for quite some time after that. But that was not the last I would see of her.