Cat Burglar

Two chance meetings have set the course for my entire life. To look at me, well, you probably wouldn't notice me in a crowd. For a man I'm short at 5' 6", slim and wiry. I could stand behind someone and you wouldn't see me. In some ways that's a curse, in others a distinct advantage. Although physically I don't look up to much, mentally I'm pretty sharp. I went to university with a view to a career in finance, which my parents approved of. Not standing out physically didn't make hooking up with women that easy. As a way of escape and at the request of one of the members, I joined the rock climbing club. The gym at university has one of the best climbing walls around. I loved it. The mental challenge of picking the right route, combined with the need for a particular type of physical ability suited me.

The first of the chance meetings happened in my first year. The halls of residence were huge. Almost like a tower block hotel. I had a room up on the fourth floor. A few doors down the corridor, another student who couldn't be more different from me. Dennis is tall, muscular and rather brash. At first I thought him rather common but something drew me to him and when I got to know him, we hit it off. Opposites attract, not in that way. Both of us interested in the female students. Where I had little or no luck, he had plenty. He was really cagy about his background. It wasn't until our third year that he felt able to share. His father is a notorious London bank robber. Dennis had been given the best education, to avoid following his father. He was studying computer science. His parents plan failed. He was to become an incredibly good hacker. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

For my part, I graduated but the thought of dragging myself into the city day after day, for the daily grind had no allure. As far as my parents knew, I was working as a financial advisor. The only thing financial I was doing was lining my own pockets and preparing for retirement, when it came. You would assume between myself and Dennis that some form of fraud was on the cards. Not a bit of it. I was using my brains and climbing ability. I must be the most picky and diligent cat burglar alive. I will break in but where others will clear a place out, I'm very particular. I'll take a couple of pieces, in the hope that the owner of the house, won't even notice they've been robbed. If they do, it won't be until I'm long gone. With Dennis's family contacts, it's not difficult to convert what I lift into cash.

That brings me on to my second chance meeting and in some ways a lot more surprising. My latest target, a large isolated Georgian house. Three floors and an easy entry via a top floor window, which I could see open. A bit of an effort, up a drainpipe, a horizontal traverse using the lintels above the lower windows and up again. No torches, just eyes adjusted to the dark. I move almost silently through the rooms, looking for two or three items of jewellery, a gold watch, a broach, necklace of some old silver. Today, a diamond and ruby broach and a sapphire ring. You see, not much but enough. I was just about to retrace my steps, out of the window, when the ceiling light flashed on and I was temporarily blinded.

A few blinks and my eyes adjusted. I was expecting some gruff country gent, with a double barrelled shot gun. What I saw was an old lady. Old to me anyway, possibly sixty, wearing a long white nightdress with flowers on it. That wasn't the first thing I focused on. That was the large revolver she was pointing at me. It looked like something from the WW II. Not that it mattered where it came from. It could have been a flintlock, it would still have made a mess of me at this distance. Although she was small, she didn't seem nervous in the slightest. She barked out an order.

"Trousers round your ankles."

What the hell. In the circumstances I wasn't about to argue. Strange what fear does to you. My first thought, she's going to force herself on you. Actually, it made sense. Like this, I had no chance of running away. Less still of climbing back down.

"Any reason why I shouldn't call the police?"

"None at all. I'll stand here and say 'It's a fair cop'. Although, they might find it a bit unusual with me looking like this.

"What have you taken?"

I told her.

"Is that all. You're going to be disappointed they're copies. The originals were sold years ago. Only worth about fifty pounds."

She seemed surprised that I'd taken so little. I tried to explain my modus operandi. Rather than being angry or upset, as I presumed most people would be, she seemed fascinated. It was a little odd giving this much away at gunpoint, with bare legs. I don't know why but she lowered the gun and allowed me to cover up. I was considering making a break for it, when she said,

"I think we may be able to help each other. You have some skills and a flexible definition of right and wrong. I have some needs, financial and personal. This may be an opportunity for both of us."

This was a little strange. No. A lot strange.

"I'm Adeline. Call me Addie."

"Simeon. Would you have shot me?"

"If you had run, probably. Don't worry. I'm a good shot, I'd only have hit your leg."

"That's comforting."

She smiled. Not something I'd expect towards someone who had tried to rob you.

"I'm broke. Generations of death duties and a wastrel husband who gambled. Those fancy climbing shoes of yours, are worth more than anything in this house, apart from the furniture and you weren't going to carry that out."

"What is it you want from me?"

"I need money. Lots of it. This house needs plenty to keep it from falling down. I have a plan but I need someone to carry it out. You could be that person."

"What's in it for me?"

"You don't get shot.....Just kidding. A share of what we make and me. I might no look much now but I was the belle of the ball. Not only that, I've done things that would make a whore blush but not lately."

Fear makes you blind. I'd been almost entirely focused on where she was pointing the gun. I was beginning to relax slightly but she still had the gun in her hand, even if it was resting on my lap, as she sat in a chair. I started to pay more attention to her. My initial impression, a couple of inches taller than me, even in bare feet. Not much different in build, although I don't have boobs. Hers not big, a nice handful and the temperature had raised her nipples. Her hair grey hair was tied back in a ponytail. Blue eyes, they looked kind. High cheek bones. She was probably right about her earlier self. Even now she looked good. She stood up.

"Come on. I want a drink."

Still carrying the gun, although it was pointing at the floor, she walked away Two choices. Out of the window and away or follow. I was curious, so I went after her.

"Good boy. You won't regret it. I hope I don't."

I followed her along the hallway. Two doors along, she went inside. Her bedroom? On top of a chest of drawers a tray. If what she said was true, silver plate. A decanter with some brown spirit. She put down the gun and poured a couple of glasses, handing me one.

"If you are thinking of going for the gun, it's loaded with blanks. The real stuff is locked away."

"Is anything here what it seems?"

"Probably only me."

Knowing that she was in dire straits, she had been collecting intelligence for the last few years. Snippets of conversations, making mental notes, every time she was invited to large houses. Every aspect, alarms, room layout, potential valuables, hidey holes. You name it see saw it, made notes and drew plans. I sipped at the brandy while she outlined just how many people she was planning to rip off. I don't suppose I was in any position to to make a moral judgment. She was just planning things on a scale I'd never dreamed of.

"Why these people?" I asked.

"Families like mine are the degenerate dregs of society. They don't think the law or normal rules of behaviour apply to them. They pay less tax than the poorest shop worker. They hide assets from the government and they are morally corrupt. Everything is about preserving their reputations and setting everything in place for the next generation. Even how they do that is perverted. I had to do a DNA test to make sure my son wasn't also my brother. They call it education. Anything to make sure there is an heir."

Suddenly, my career choice seemed like an insignificant speck of dust floating in the air. This was someone who'd had her life made hell by other people. She could see my expression. I was feeling really sorry for her.

"It isn't your problem. I've come to terms with it. I don't condone anything they do or did but there isn't anything I can do to change the past. If will help, I want to secure this place for my son."

This was as strange a conversation as you could have at almost three O'clock in the morning. Things were about to become even more odd. She downed the rest of her drink in one. Pulled her nightdress up over her head and got into bed.

"What's up. Never seen a naked woman before?"

"Not like you."

"Old and wrinkly."

"No. Confident. I've seen two but they got undressed in the dark."

"So much experience. Sorry. That was uncalled for. Are you getting in? Or am I too scary?"

"No guns or knives under the pillow?"

She flicked back the covers, revealing her naked body. She assured me that there were no concealed weapons. So I began to undress. Not at all the way I had thought my night would end. How did it end? With the best sex I've ever had. Not that I've had much. It was nothing to do with my skill and everything to do with hers, my youth and virility. She extracted every bit of what she wanted.

I was about as nervous as the two women who'd undressed in the dark. I unlaced my climbing shoes and took them off. I removed my shirt, trousers and underwear, all black. I tried to cover my cock.

"Silly boy. No point hiding it, unless it's inside me."

I let go and tentatively climbed into the other side of the bed. She rolled on top of me. Up close, a few crows feet lines around her eyes. Other than that, no outward signs of her undoubted age. She took control entirely. Our lips met. Initially, a strange mental state for me. However, that soon subsided and she began to writhe on top of me. Her nipples grazed my chest and I could feel her hips circling and my cock rubbing against her pubic hair. Her eyes were sparkling. I've never done it with the lights on. This was an intoxicating experience. I've had massages before, at the climbing club. This was like having one with a warm female body, instead of a pair of hairy hands. Her kisses were becoming more amorous. Pausing briefly she began nibbling on my earlobe and at my neck. The movements of her hips were getting faster and she seemed to be grinding down on me harder. Almost without warning, my hips jerked, my balls tightened and I came with an embarrassed groan.

"I'm so, sorry."

She didn't reply. Now up on her knees she moved down the bed, sitting on my legs, her head dipped and she started to lick and suck the cum off my belly. I couldn't have imagined anyone doing this, let alone this outwardly posh old woman. When she'd licked me clean, her attention turned to my knob. The whole of the partially flaccid member disappeared into her mouth. I could feel her fingers on my balls. Still sensitive from my orgasm I winced and sucked in a deep breath. She wasn't wrong about what she did. I was hard in about a minute. Time for her to do her thing. She squatted over me and rubbed my now hard but slightly sensitive knob along the wet lips of her pussy. I was going to be fucked by an old lady, one who I'd tried to rob.

Her movements were slow and deliberate. I watched in awe as her boobs bounced slightly, her hand between her legs. A mixture of intercourse and masturbation. It was like nothing I'd seen before. Actually, I'd seen next to nothing. I'd fucked two women but both just lay there, while I did it to them. I don't think any of us got too much out of that. On the other hand Addie, was making sure that we got the lot. Her fingers were a blur, whilst her movements on me were still slight, almost imperceptible. Sad to say, I'd never seen a woman orgasm. A sign of my ineptitude. Now I watched three consecutive ones. Each louder than the last. As the last one subsided, she said,

"Ever done it in a woman's bottom?"

I shook my head. She lifted up, her hand between her legs and rubbed my wet dick against her anus. My eyes closed as my knob went inside. She began to wiggle her bum. I came instantly, ramming up hard. She gasped.

"Oh god. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it."

"I told you I was good. I've had worse. You'll learn. Part payment in advance. Still interested?"

There was no question about it. She squeezed my dick with her sphincter before lifting up. She kissed my cheek and lay down.

I woke with a start. Unfamiliar surroundings. I sat up, still in Addie's bed. My clothes were folded up on a chair. I got up and put them on. The gun from last night was gone. It felt strange wearing my work clothes in broad daylight, after I'd slept with my intended. I carried my climbing shoes, they are really tight and not the best to walk in. No socks, the floorboards cold against my feet.

I found the staircase and called out.

"Addie."

"Ground floor on the right."

It was like something from a film. There were drawings pinned up on the walls, and diagrams on the table. She was flipping through notebooks. Our life as a modern Bonnie and Clyde was just beginning. Target one, friends of her parents. Despite having a vast fortune, they were avoiding huge amount of tax, as well as defrauding others. Friends I'd made through Dennis were invaluable. Not only could I disable just about any alarm system, I could crack safes with abandon. Addie's inside information was a godsend. She knew when they would be away, where they were going and when they'd be back.

It was almost comical. We used Addie's car. The only one she still had access to, a Bentley from the late 1940s. At least she could keep the engine running, for a quick getaway, if required. Having the inside track was a lot easier than working on speculative guesses. I was in and out in half an hour. I big pile of ledgers and a large computer hard drive. Addie, had a plan for everything. In this instance blackmail. I gave her another option. Dennis. We could sell the stuff to him. Get what we wanted and he could extract as much as he wanted. Knowing him, just about everything. Addie put in a condition, that if he found any of the victims, he'd return their share. When I called him, he laughed his head off. With his skills, He didn't even need to blackmail them. He just took the money direct.

I don't think the physical part of my reward was really ever part of the deal. She just wanted to have sex and lots of it. At least for the time being, each job got me a new lesson, in the art of love. This time, we sat facing each other, my legs across hers. Her hand worked my knob up and down her slit, flicking as she did, her rather sensitive clit. A bit odd but strangely satisfying for both of us. She came. Her orgasm setting off mine. I shot my stuff up and across her stomach. She massaged it into her skin with one hand, while the other fingered her clit. With the smell of my cum pungent in our nostrils, she came again. Between these new techniques, she continued to fuck me. She seemed averse to me taking control. I had a theory, that it was a reaction to the treatment she'd received in the past.

Our second job, more personal to Addie, although she wouldn't give me the details, of why it was so important. This was a couple of weeks after the first. We had to wait for them to be away. Addie wanted this for herself. We parked the car close by. I shinned up the building, on to the roof and through a skylight. I disabled the alarm and let Addie in through the front door, bowing as I did. She showed me the way to the study and where to find the safe. On my own, I'd only have taken a couple of pieces. When I opened the door, Addie scooped out the lot with her gloved hand. Addie was determined, even if getting rid of it, even with Dennis's contacts was a problem for me. Mind you, even with their cut, it was a long way towards what Addie wanted. She was almost skipping on the way back to the car. It looked strange for someone her age.

Her gratitude that night, something really unexpected. Her head went to my crotch. I was expecting a blowjob, she was an expert. This was something slightly different. With gentle manipulation she eased my balls into her mouth. The sensation of her tongue, a gentle sort of humming and her fingers on my shaft almost unbearable. She sucked hard as I came, my ejaculation copious. My orgasm one of the most intense of my life. She released my scrotum and lifted her head. The side of her face and her hair streaked with my cum.

"I bet your girlfriends never did that."

They'd never even given me a blowjob. She wiped some of the cum with her fingers and licked them.

"You really are a naughty girl aren't you."

"I told you whores would blush."

She went to clean up while I lay propped up on the bed. I couldn't image what would lead someone down a path like this. Did I dare ask? None of my business. Even so, I couldn't help feeling that I was benefiting from her painful past. She returned and sat next to me. I think she could tell that something was bothering me.

"You want to know, why I'm like this."

"I'm curious. You can't blame me."

"Only natural. Most of the families we are targeting were and most still are, morally degenerate. Incest was almost the norm. Fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, brothers and sisters, even grandparents. You find ways of dealing with it. Rebel and become an outcast or embrace it and find coping strategies. Good at it, aren't I. Too late to get back at my parents, the way we are doing. In all of these families my generation were in some way damaged."

I put my arm around her shoulder.

"Don't feel sorry for me. It's not like I don't enjoy it. My coping strategy. The way I got back at my mother. She knew about it but I enjoyed it more than she ever did. I got my son out of reach, as soon as I could. I only came back when my parents were gone."

No more sex that night. I took her in my arms and held her tight. Before we went to sleep, she said,

"The next one is big. It could see me, you and Dennis, with enough for you to retire."

"I'm only twenty five."

"So what. Age is just a number. Sixty one for instance. Sixty nine might be better."

She stroked a hand over my dick. We snuggled down in bed and went to sleep.

What she had planned was going to be difficult. She was virtually certain that what she sought existed but wasn't sure where we would find it. We had to wait for Christmas. She knew that they would be spending at least two weeks, at their house in Scotland. We spent a lot of the lead up working, if you can call planning a robbery, work. House layout, possible locations, the alarm system, security systems around the house. From what she said, this would be a goldmine. No risks this time. My small anonymous car, with her at the wheel. Just me. If anything went wrong, I'd take the wrap. I owed that to her. I'd been living with her for months, rent free and fucked senseless.

1am. I scaled the ten foot high brick wall, nearest the back of the house. With Addie's information, I avoided all of the automated security lights. They had frequently come on, when she'd been there for evening garden parties. I avoided the wisteria and ivy, easy to climb but prone to giving way. Onto the bin, up onto the kitchen extension roof and up the drainpipe. A thin blade between the two panes of the sash window. The catch flicked over and I was in. No sensor on this window. I had twenty seconds to reach the control box, in the next door bedroom. The corridors and downstairs rooms the only ones covered by the alarm. Most people think that scaling vertical walls is impossible.