creepy_ghost
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 19, 2000
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I'd been watching this girl for a while. I wanted her. But there was a problem -- she had a boyfriend. She was 20 years old, and lived in a small apartament by herself, I didn't know anything about her boyfriend though.
Her name was Sylvia, a second-year college student. She had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes along with a body that men would kill for. I never considered taking such drastic actions, but I had to do something about my obsession. I found myself sitting in a coffe shop outside her Manhattan apartament building every morning, watching her leave for college.
As for me, I'm Stephen, 30 years old. I've had a few relationships, but I hadn't found the right girl yet. I didn't see that in Sylvia though. With her, it was pure lust. She wasn't the kind of girl I wanted to hold hands with and stroll through the park -- I wanted to fuck her brains out.
But with her boyfriend in the picture, that wouldn't happen. I could seduce her or rape her, but that was going too far for me. I'd never even consider it.
Finally, I decided I'd leave her alone. But only after doing one thing. I couldn't help myself that evening... I decided to sneak into her apartament and masturbate as I'd watch her sleeping. Just get myself off for her, even though she wouldn't know it. Then I'd quit this stalking buisness, it really wans't what I wanted to do for the next year or so of my life. So this would be the way to end it.
My dad was a thief, he was in jail now. Growing up, he thought he many things about burglery. Some dad, huh? I guess it'd come in handy now as I climbed up the fire escape in the back of the building, not a soul in sight. My dad had saved all this gear in our basement and I took it with me. As I got to her window, this being only a six-story building, her shades were open. I saw her laying on her bed, NUDE. Looks like she didn't like being clothed while sleeping. The nightlight was on and I saw a magazine by her side -- she must of fallen alseep while reading. I cut out a small circle in the window, enough for me to get my hand through. Now, sliding my hand past the opening, I opened the window and quietly opened it.
I entered, and moved quickly to her bed. I admired her as I stood over her bed. I looked at the magazine and just then realized it was a pornographic magazine. Turning it upside down, it was open to the centerfold. A girl, on her knees, sucking off some dude. Nice.
Sylvia laid on her bed spread out. Her arms were stretched out, and her legs were spread, which gave me a beautiful view of her shaved pussy. Her tits were quite a sight as well, not too large, perhaps Cs.
I removed my cock from my pants and stroked it slowly, watching her. I had a towel with me, obviously I didn't want to leave any evidence behind. Sylvia then made a rather interesting move as her hand moved between her legs and she curled up into a ball that way. I couldn't tell if she was fingering herself in her sleep or what, but whatever she was dreaming about, it must have been lovely.
Suddenly, things began to go wrong. Her alarm clock went off and was buzzing loudly -- why the FUCK would she want to wake up at 4 AM? It was beyond me but now I was in some deep trouble as I looked back at Sylvia, my cock still in my hand, and she was opening her eyes.
Her name was Sylvia, a second-year college student. She had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes along with a body that men would kill for. I never considered taking such drastic actions, but I had to do something about my obsession. I found myself sitting in a coffe shop outside her Manhattan apartament building every morning, watching her leave for college.
As for me, I'm Stephen, 30 years old. I've had a few relationships, but I hadn't found the right girl yet. I didn't see that in Sylvia though. With her, it was pure lust. She wasn't the kind of girl I wanted to hold hands with and stroll through the park -- I wanted to fuck her brains out.
But with her boyfriend in the picture, that wouldn't happen. I could seduce her or rape her, but that was going too far for me. I'd never even consider it.
Finally, I decided I'd leave her alone. But only after doing one thing. I couldn't help myself that evening... I decided to sneak into her apartament and masturbate as I'd watch her sleeping. Just get myself off for her, even though she wouldn't know it. Then I'd quit this stalking buisness, it really wans't what I wanted to do for the next year or so of my life. So this would be the way to end it.
My dad was a thief, he was in jail now. Growing up, he thought he many things about burglery. Some dad, huh? I guess it'd come in handy now as I climbed up the fire escape in the back of the building, not a soul in sight. My dad had saved all this gear in our basement and I took it with me. As I got to her window, this being only a six-story building, her shades were open. I saw her laying on her bed, NUDE. Looks like she didn't like being clothed while sleeping. The nightlight was on and I saw a magazine by her side -- she must of fallen alseep while reading. I cut out a small circle in the window, enough for me to get my hand through. Now, sliding my hand past the opening, I opened the window and quietly opened it.
I entered, and moved quickly to her bed. I admired her as I stood over her bed. I looked at the magazine and just then realized it was a pornographic magazine. Turning it upside down, it was open to the centerfold. A girl, on her knees, sucking off some dude. Nice.
Sylvia laid on her bed spread out. Her arms were stretched out, and her legs were spread, which gave me a beautiful view of her shaved pussy. Her tits were quite a sight as well, not too large, perhaps Cs.
I removed my cock from my pants and stroked it slowly, watching her. I had a towel with me, obviously I didn't want to leave any evidence behind. Sylvia then made a rather interesting move as her hand moved between her legs and she curled up into a ball that way. I couldn't tell if she was fingering herself in her sleep or what, but whatever she was dreaming about, it must have been lovely.
Suddenly, things began to go wrong. Her alarm clock went off and was buzzing loudly -- why the FUCK would she want to wake up at 4 AM? It was beyond me but now I was in some deep trouble as I looked back at Sylvia, my cock still in my hand, and she was opening her eyes.
