Chapter Two
The House Tour
I didn't know it, but I could swear Mr. Dean was boring holes into me.
I felt his heat from far away. Mr. Dean, much to her surprise, came up behind
her and grabbed her around the waist, looked deeply into her chocolate brown
eyes and said, "Before dinner, shall I give you the fifty-cent tour of my
home?", he asked. "Sure, I would love that!", I replied quickly. How would I
have guessed he'd let me case his house with him pointing out all his artifacts.
This is too good. He's doing my layout work for me. (If you hadn't guessed by
now, I'm what people would call a "cat-burlar". So its my calling, what can I
say? Actually, I don't take much...maybe something just to add to my collection
of fetish gear, or something like that. I know, I know, weird, huh? But that's
me. Well back to my story...)
I notice that he has no motion detectors, motion sensors or anything
else for that matter, which leads me to believe his alarm system is more
sophisticated that I thought. In the main living area, I do notice a large
screen projection satellite television which is worth about $50,000 now. There
was a huge collection of DVD's and videotapes along the far wall of various
forms and titles.
In the den, I found a nice collection of old books, erotica, mysteries,
etc. Near the east wall I noticed a large black leather couch and coffee table
made of leather with a solid glass top. The desk too was made of mahogany, but
the surface was inlaid black leather. "Hmmm, I'm getting a good vibe from all
of this leather", I noted. This is looking very promising. You see, I have an
"extreme" fetish with leather and latex and the like.
Mr. Dean smiled as he watched his new neighbor explore his house. Her
crimson painted toes were delicately figured on the huge deep carpet beneath her
feet. As she passed in front of the windows, he could see her nude shape just
bristling to get out of her clothing. The sun was catching her just right, and
he actually found himself drooling slightly. He shook his hands in a rather
lecherous manner, as he thought of such wicked thoughts for her. If only he has
enough time to capture her.
Mr. Dean led me out the door, and as I swung my arms I felt such a burst
of energy coming from his crotch as my hand lightly swept passed. I looked up
at him and saw him smiling so provocatively at me, that it made me melt. I knew
my sex was pouring out of me, and I knew he could smell me. Just that idea made
me shake with a tiny orgasm right then and there.
"Well, that's the whole tour", he concluded. Just then his pager went
off like crazy. "I'm sorry but I need to get to my office. Apparently,
someone's broken into the safe there", he informed me. "Oh, that's okay", I
replied, "I'll take a raincheck". "I'll probably be gone all night, so maybe
tomorrow night would be better". "Much better and I hope everything is okay at
your office", I told him as he disappeared into the house. Mr. Dean was quickly
gone out the door thinking, "Ah...now let her play".
