Breaking and Entering

Life is full of coincidences. Little things that can change a life or even end one. This day I had been tired and so cycled fast, back from the train station to the estate where I lived.

It was a mixture of council tenants and those like myself who had bought their own homes. As I came through the grounds of the primary school and into the street which was my destination I looked up at a window with the light on, not in any real expectation of seeing something interesting but more out of curiosity. Perhaps I had been attracted by the movement, certainly I did not realise I would be staring at a naked woman there.

Not only was she naked and attractive though a little on the skinny side. I don't like my women fat but do like rather more muscle than this one was displaying. This went through my mind before I realised she had had some paper held up against the window.


"Help! I am locked in here bring a ladder you will need to break the window." I have always been one with a soft spot for the vulnerable woman and so on reaching home, a dozen or so houses down the road I got the ladder. I also brought a tile cutter and a gadget I had bought and used the previous week when installing a fan into the bathroom window.

I had assumed that Debbie as I later discovered her name was had locked herself in. I brought a t-shirt and some jogging bottoms which had a draw string so she would be able to keep them up even though they were several sizes too large for her.

I guess it was about fifteen minutes later that I had cut a hole in the glass and then gambling that the key to the window lock would be the same as that for my near identical house unlocked the window and then pressed on a bit of metal @ the bottom to enable it to open wide.

It was then that I noticed that Debbie was shaking with fear. Cowered in a corner, she made no attempt to cover herself up. I walked over to her and helped her to put on my t-shirt which would in itself have dealt with any modesty issues it was so big on her. I checked the lock on the door and realised that there was no way Debbie could have locked herself in by accident. The door was solid, not like the flimsy efforts that were in my house and the lock was an high security job and it felt like there were additional locks at the top and bottom of the door on the other side.

She was being held a prisoner in the room which was completely bare. I realised that I was really shocked. Neither of us had spoken a word since I arrived.

"Hi, I'm Dave." I introduced myself in a rather embarrassed tone.

"Debbie." She answered quietly. I climbed out of the window and helped Debbie do the same before climbing down with my arms around her as she was shaking so much. At some point I wondered if anyone would phone the police. One car did pass us as we walked slowly back, me carrying the ladder and the other bits.

Once inside, I made a pot of tea, (the English answer to everything.) After doing this and making Debbie a cheese sandwich with bread I had made earlier that day. I apologised and headed to the shower. It was a hot evening and I had been dripping in sweat even before I got off the train, never mind after cycling home.

Twenty minutes later I was dressed in a robe that I only used with visitors – normally I wandered round the house nude. I was finally ready to start hearing Debbie's story.

About two weeks previously, Debbie had been waiting for a cab and when one turned up she had assumed it was the one she had been waiting for. Despite it not taking the route she expected, Debbie had not immediately realised anything was wrong. When she did, she was told to shut up and keep quiet. Once she tried to get out at a set of lights but the doors were locked. She had then been bundled into the house at gunpoint, stripped and placed in the room, only allowed out for about half and hour three times a day to use the bathroom under his supervision.

I wanted to put my arms around her and hold her but wasn't sure she was ready for that. I did move closer and put a hand on her back though. Debbie flinched a little but didn't ask me to move it. I asked her if she wanted me to call the police.

"Not yet. Let me get a shower and some sleep first."

I dug out some towels and showed Debbie how the shower worked and where everything was. I was just leaving the bathroom when Debbie asked,

"Don't leave me. You have already seen me naked. I just feel scared to be on my own at the moment and you have been so kind." I put the lid to the toilet down and sat on it.

I confess I didn't even pretend to be a gentleman and not look. Despite her skinny figure which I realised was due to starvation while in captivity Debbie was attractive with her black hair, dark skin and short stature. Her breasts were small to medium – I have never got into the estimating size bit. They did however have very prominent nipples with large areolae surrounding them.

When Debbie stepped out of the shower I wrapped a towel around

her and then waited as she dried herself. We then moved to the kitchen where I made us both some hot chocolate with a drop of something stronger in it to help us sleep. It was only then that I started to think about sleeping arrangements. My initial thought was to put Debbie up in the spare room but given that she didn't want to be left alone I suggested the blow up bead in my room.

to my surprise, Debbie asked.

"Do you mind if I sleep with you?" I didn't mind but was concerned that Debbie might misinterpret my body's natural reactions as intent to take advantage of the situation. It was at this point that I heard what I immediately assumed was a gunshot, though a second later wondered why the bird scarer in the fields behind the estate hadn't been turned off for the night.

I hesitated for a moment, I didn't possess a pair of pyjamas but when I saw Debbie taking of the two items of clothing I had loaned her got rid of the bath robe and climbed into bed.

"Hold me." Debbie urged. I did and sure enough it was not long before my body expressed it's interest in the situation. Debbie by this time had fallen asleep and I didn't want to move for fear of waking her. It was not long before I fell asleep myself to a mixture of pleasant an unpleasant dreams.

When I awoke it was to the sound of fire engines driving down the street. It was still not light but there was a glow I was not used to. Slowly my mind put things together and for once two plus two made four, though the correctness of my guessing was not confirmed for another couple of days. The man who kidnapped Debbie had shot himself and then set fire to the house.

By the time I had worked this out Debbie was also awake. I told her what I had guessed. Her response was,

"Make love to me."

Normally, sad to say, I would have leaped in there, intent more on my own pleasure than anything else. Not that such invitations from women I had known only a few hours were frequent!

On this occasion my first response was to ask if she were sure. Then I kissed her gently on the forehead before working my way down to her lips. Meanwhile my hands were stroking her hair as our bodies pressed hard against each other.

My tongue and lips worked their way down to her long neck and eventually to here breasts.

Her already erect nipples responded to my ministrations, becoming even harder as I sucked, licked and nibbled them. Somehow we changed positions and Debbie was sitting in my lap as I suckled while my hands were exploring every square inch of her skin. Soon she was laid out on the bed as having got down as far as her naval I was now working up her legs, one hand working on a breast while the other was stroking her stomach, down to her pubic hair which had once been trimmed short but was now growing back.

As I reached her vagina Debbie opened her legs allowing me full access to her flower. I lapped up the taste of her freshness and her now flowing juices while one hand played with her clitoris. Then I pushed a finger gently inside her while my tongue and lips paid homage to her erect rosebud.

I heard her begin to moan as her hips lifted to force my finger deeper inside her tunnel. My tongue picked up it's pace and suddenly she was shouting,

"Yes! Dave! Yes!" as her vaginal muscles clamped around my finger.

At last I could remove my finger. Debbie took my hand and licked my finger clean while my tongue continued it's work. We changed positions again and with me sitting up in the bed Debbie lowered herself onto me. My hands clasped around her ass and helped her to lift up and down. My pre-cum mixed with Debbie's own lubrication and despite her tightness it was as if my cock which I don't remember ever being so hard before was surrounded by hot olive oil, so smooth did it feel as we went between only the tip of my penis being in her and my whole turgid member being burried to the hilt.

I warned Debbie that I was close to cumming.

"Keep going!" She answered. I needed no encouragement and a second after I felt her squeezing me my seed started to gush forth. It seemed like minutes before the last quiver from her cunt ended and my prick resumed a more normal dimension.

Debbie was not finished yet however and soon she was taking my whole length in her mouth, encouraging the flaccid pink thing back to life. Twenty minutes or so later, mission accomplished I took her from behind, my hands squeezing her tits as her lips welcomed me into her love muscles again. This time I lasted longer and it was her second orgasm of the fuck that had me exploding.

The next morning it was a sensual shower together, hands and mouths exploring with even more tenderness and rather less urgency before our bodies enjoyed joining together as one before a well earned breakfast.

Finally I phoned the police. Surprisingly the papers never did find out who the woman who had been held prisoner for almost three weeks was. Nor did they find out who the, "Hero" was who rescued her. Just that the reward money had been paid out.

Sadly we both decided after a few weeks that there wasn't enough between us for the relationship to work but we are still friends and still enjoy sex together once in a while. The money helped pay for some work on the house but to get rich I would have had to sell the story and I care a bit too much about Debbie to do that.