Mandy is 24 years old, 5' 6" tall, weighs about 115 pounds, with blonde hair and light blue eyes. She wears a size 6 dress and panties, 34C bra, and size 7 shoes. She works in the office for the Dean of Accounting at the local University, and drives a 5 year old Mazda Miata. She lives in the corner apartment on the ground floor in a complex located only 2.3 miles from her office, and bikes to work most days. She works out 3 days a week in the gym in her apartment complex, and is very serious about her diet and health. But we have never met...YET!
So how can I know all these details about someone I haven't met? Easy. I first saw Mandy about a year ago when I was taking a couple classes I needed to finish my degree. I had been going to another school, but circumstances forced me to leave and return to my home town, so I enrolled at the University to complete my studies. The first time I saw Mandy, I knew I had to have her. She became sort of my graduate study project – a gift to myself for getting my degree, I guess. Finding out where she lived was easy. There are so many students riding bikes on or near a campus, who notices one more? After that, the rest was just a matter of being patient and creative. After watching her for six months, I knew a lot about her routine, including that Tuesday night was laundry night for her in the complex's community room. The second time I visited the room, I found that she had just started her wash and gone back to her apartment. It was easy to empty the washer after it was done and just pile her clothes in a basket like I was someone else needing the machine...after helping myself to one of her bras and a matching pair of panties, hence, the 34C and size 6.
Since I knew where she worked, and her hours there, it was also easy to case out her apartment. Being on the ground floor helped a lot, and the landscaping was well established, allowing plenty of places to watch from. One day I even walked up to the sliding glass door that opened out onto the small porch she had. When I looked in, I couldn't believe my luck – here was a single girl, living alone on a ground floor, and she didn't even take the simple precaution of putting a dowel rod or broomstick handle down in the door's track, the easiest prevention device around to keep out intruders, unless they broke the glass. I returned two days later, armed with disposable gloves and a super-thin putty knife. It only took three tries to force open the latch and I was inside! I stood there, poised for a quick flight, in case I had been seen, or maybe she had an alarm? But after 15 minutes with nothing happening, I knew I was in the clear, and had total access to Mandy's home. Her furniture was very basic, but all useful – no frilly doilies, bric-a-brac, or other useless decorations. To my left was the small kitchen/eating area – I could check it later. The hall ahead of me had two doors on each side – the first on the left was the front door – at least she had a dead bolt lock and a security peep-hole on it! Directly opposite that was her bathroom – I stopped for a minute and inhaled the aroma, picking up the odors of her shampoo, soap, and perfume. God, I was getting semi-hard from just the smell of my Mandy! The two doors at the end of the hall opened into bedrooms – the one on the left had a small desk with a PC and printer, and there were several moving boxes also stored there – this was obviously a utility room. With surprising anticipation, I opened the last door and entered her bedroom.
There was a queen size bed centered against the far wall, with a dresser and mirror to the right. Several items were on top of the dresser, such as a hairbrush and a tube of lipstick, but otherwise it was clear. There was a small nightstand on the left side of the bed, with an alarm clock on top. I went over to it, noticing that the alarm was set for 6:45 AM. Considering she was at work before 8 in the morning, she didn't spend a lot of time in the morning getting ready. I had known girls that took hours and hours, just to put on a pair of jeans and a top! I opened the drawer of the nightstand, and was surprised to find an 8" pink vibrator there! Mandy, Mandy, what have you been doing, darling? You don't want to waste your precious cum on a plastic dick – you want to save it for some real meat, like mine. That thought caused my dick to reach a full hard-on, and it tented the front of my jeans. I stopped for a second to adjust myself, and went over to her closet. Wow, was she organized! From left to right were her dresses (size 6), then blouses, and finally pants and jeans. Her shoes were equally organized, from dress shoes and heels (size 7) over to sneakers. I turned back and seemed to notice for the first time that the bed was neatly made – probably had hospital corners! So...Mandy was a little anal-retentive, maybe? Well, we would just have to find a way to cure her of that, now, wouldn't we?
My final stop was her dresser. I started at the bottom drawer and worked my way up. The bottom drawer held an assortment of t shirts and sweaters, and several of the t shirts had the name of gyms on them. I had noticed Mandy using the gym at the apartment on occasion – it was obvious that she liked to keep in shape. The next drawer had two pairs of well-worn jeans, some sweat pants, and two pairs of spandex yoga pants – my erection twitched at the sight of those, as I imagined her beautiful butt filling them out to perfection. The top drawer, as I suspected, held nirvana – her panties and bras! I was pleased to notice that, while many were utilitarian white or beige, there were also several sets of very sexy blue, red, and black underwear! Good – that would make opening my prize more enjoyable, seeing it wrapped in something sexy, like maybe that red bra. I checked, and the matching panties were actually a thong! Outstanding! I could just picture Mandy's tight ass cheeks separated by the thin strap of the thong as she wiggled it seductively at me. God, this was going to be great!
I made a quick check of the bathroom. Nothing to note really, but in the small closet I found her laundry basket. It was Wednesday, so she had done her washing last night, but there was one pair of panties in the basket. I would love to take them as a souvenir, but she would surely miss them and know someone had been in her place. I had to content myself by picking them up and holding them to my nose, breathing the aroma of her pussy deeply into my lungs. Fantastic! If she smelled this good, I could only image how she would taste. I checked out the kitchen on my way out, noticing that everything was health-food related – no potato chips or other snacks. In the back of what could only be called a junk drawer, I saw a key. Anxiously, I took it over to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, there was nobody in sight, so I quickly opened the door and tried the key in the lock – it fit! Perfect! I went over to the sliding door and set the lock, then returned to the kitchen, where I shut the drawer. Using the key, I locked her front door behind me, and went in search of a hardware store to have a copy made. By the time I had that done, I feared it was too late to risk trying to return the key that day – people would be getting home from work or kids would be playing, and a stranger might get noticed. So I took the small risk that she might notice it was missing – why would she be looking for it anyway – and I went home. I took out the bra and panties I had taken earlier and, imagining my Mandy in her red thong and those yoga pants, I beat out two huge loads of cum into the crotch of her panties, just wishing it was her pussy instead.
