It hadn‘t been my intention to go on the hunt. I’d been out drinking with the lads and it had gotten late before I started the walk home, fully intending to go straight to my place and get some sleep. I wasn’t really drunk, but had killed quite a few beers and was tired. I guess it was about one in the morning by the time I set off through the empty streets, going at a comfortable pace and looking forward to my bed. The night was warm and pleasant, the smell of the hot summer’s day hung in the air with the flower and tree pollen the light wind had stirred into the night.

I decided to take a shortcut through the park that would let me cut diagonally across onto my own street. I was less than five minutes’ walk away from my front door and halfway through the park when I saw her. At first, I thought it was a homeless person slumped on the park bench for the night, as there was often one or two of them in the park, especially during the summer. They would be drunk and asleep on the benches after a day of begging and drinking. However, as I reached the bench I saw that this was no homeless guy sleeping off cheap booze, this was a young woman in a short summer dress, slumped sideways on the armrest of the bench and her head lolling on her shoulder.

As I approached her, my first concern was for her wellbeing. Had she been mugged, injured or even killed? Was she dead? “Fuck” I thought, instinctively pulling out my phone in case I needed to call an ambulance or the police. However, as I reached the bench and placed my right hand on her shoulder I realised she was breathing and merely asleep. She was warm to the touch and simply groaned as I gently shook her and in a gentle caring voice asked if she was ok. “Can I help you?” I asked, once again softly shaking her shoulder. Again, she groaned and I realised she was drunk, extremely drunk. I could smell the drink on her breath as I stooped to look into her face. She was not only wasted, she was extremely pretty. Her face was made up for a Friday night on the town and it seemed she had enjoyed herself a little too much. I imagined she had only sat down for a breather and had fallen asleep, but other than that, she seemed fine; unharmed and not injured in any way. Her black leather handbag was still draped over her shoulder, so she hadn’t been robbed either. Her biggest danger was puking and choking on her own vomit or being molested as she slept. As I shook her a little harder, she finally opened an eye to look at me. “Come on,” I said, “let’s get you home!”

As I spoke, I tugged on both her shoulders to tempt her to her feet. She tried to stand, but I had to put my right arm around her slender waist to support her as she stood. She was tiny. Slim with a nice figure. Her small breasts seemed firm and I felt a bra strap through the thin fabric on her back. Underneath the smell of the alcohol, she smelt sweet with just a decent hint of some perfume that I didn’t recognise. I was attracted to her, despite her wasted state, and I felt a soft movement in my pans as the warmth of her body touched mine.

She was clearly not going to make it anywhere without help, so I hugged her closer to me and started walking towards my street, presuming that was the direction she had been going. Considering her blue dress, heels and made up face together with her drunken state, I presumed she was coming from the city lights and clubs in the other direction. She stumbled alongside me without complaint or resistance, and even draped her arm across my shoulder for added support.

“Where do you live?” I asked her. “Is it far?” No reply! I repeated the question a little louder, a little more demanding and this time she mumbled the street and house number. I knew the street, it was literally just a few meters round the corner from where I lived and I was grateful that I didn’t need to support her any further than that.

It still took three times longer to get there than it should have, but finally we were standing in front of a smart block of flats and as she was clearly not in any state to either open her bag or the door, I slipped her bag from her shoulder and popped it open. I quickly found her keys, but also slipped out her purse to try to find her ID card. Like all good Germans, her ID was on display as I opened her purse. Her name (changed here) was Simone Roth. Finding the right key, I opened the front door to the flats and effectively dragged her inside. There were four floors to the block of flats, and I was immensely relieved to find her name on the first door to the right. Thank God, she lived on the ground floor. I didn’t open the flat door immediately as I was concerned she might not live alone. I had absolutely no desire to walk into some hairy-assed brute who might accuse me of doing who knows what to his petite girlfriend. So I rang the bell. Several times, I rang, and rang again listening for any sounds on the other side of the door. There were none, and so I slipped the second key into the door and opened it. We stumbled over the threshold, and I pushed the door to behind us and flicked a light switch on the wall.

To my right was a small hall table, so I popped her handbag, purse and key onto that. Now I could support her better. There was a lamp on the table, so I switched that on and turned the hall light back off again. I walked her along the hall to a door on the right. The door was open and we entered a tidy living room with a mirrored chest of draws, beautiful and well used brown leather sofa and an antique set of shelves upon which a relatively large TV stood. Opposite the door we had entered was another door, and I could make out the shape of a bed in the darkened room. Still supporting her weight I crossed the living room and flicking on a light in the bedroom, laid her gently onto the double bed. She immediately rolled onto her stomach and curled up her knees. She was asleep.

I studied the room. Like the living room, the bedroom was sparsely furnished. The double bed was dark wood with a large headboard onto which a Native American Dream Catcher was pinned. Next to the Dream Catcher hung a leather necklace with of all things, a Thor’s Hammer attached to it. I instinctively put my hand to my own hammer under my shirt. On the wall with the door was another old chest of draws with a mirror reflecting the bed and pretty woman curled up on it, again I felt a stir in my trousers as I noticed her blue dress had ridden up quite high, revealing tanned and extremely pretty legs and even a little thigh. There was a table lamp on a small bedside table beneath a window overlooking the street outside. I walked over to it and turned it on. I then drew the curtains, closing out the night and returned to the door. On the opposite wall to the window was an old wooden wardrobe with brass knobs and a mirror in each door. These to reflected the bed and the woman on it. Again, a stir in my trousers.

I crossed to the wardrobe and opened both doors to examine the contents. Dresses, blouses, t-shirts and other female items, all neatly hug or folded onto shelves. No tell-tale signs of any male presence in the room. Despite being plain, the bedding was also clearly made with one person in mind. She lived alone I suspected, or perhaps there was another bedroom somewhere. I crossed to the door, switched of the main light and made my way through the living room back to the hallway.

Other than the small table and coat rack mounted to the opposite wall, there was nothing else in the hallway. I passed another open door to my left, noticing this was the kitchen, and I continued down the hall to a closed door. I glanced at the coat rack to my left, noting all the coats and jackets were female garments. There was a light switch next to the door, identifying this room as in most German homes, as the bathroom or toilet. I flicked the switch, opened the door and stepped inside. The room was quite spacious, tiled in white and a bathroom with toilet and shower. This is what my bladder had been pushing me to look for, so I sat down on the white wooden toilet seat relieve myself, whilst looking at the rest of the room. It was clean and extremely neat like the rest of the flat so far. Towels were neatly folded and stacked on a cast metal set of shelves. Several bottles in the shower were lined on the shower rack. A large milk-glass window with lowered rollers clearly opened out back of the flat, and after flushing the toilet, I opened to peek into a large garden courtyard, with houses on all sides. Was it my imagination, or was it getting light? I closed the window and went back into the hallway.

I took a right into the kitchen, which again was neat, clean and tidy. The kitchen cabinets were light grey with white trimmings and the back plate and extractor hood were both copper. Highly polished and like the solid oak work surfaces, extremely well kept. In the opposite corner to the hall doorway there was another door, and crossing the room I opened it and entered yet another bedroom. However, this had been made into an office or study, with bookshelves lining two of the walls, an old beat-up yet beautiful sofa and an oak wood desk beneath the window opening onto the back garden. I turned and entered the kitchen again.

Directly to my right was an old American style fridge, not authentic but a retro remake. It was cream white with a large diamond shaped badge declaring it “VINTAGE” in capital letters. I opened the door and to my delight, found several cold beers. I took a bottle and noticed a wall-mounted opener directly above a pedal bin left of the fridge. “Good girl” I thought and popped the beer cap. Taking my cold beer, I walked along the hallway, grabbing the keys from the table, and double locked the front door. I opened a draw on the table and dropped the keys inside.

I returned to the bedroom to check in on Simone. She hadn’t moved, and was still sleeping half on her stomach with her knees pulled up. I stood in the doorway and took a swig from the beer bottle. It was only now that I knew what I was going to do. Not in every small detail, but I had decided generally, that I was going to fuck the sleeping woman who I had initially only wanted to help. I put my beer onto the chest of draws, and started to undress, my cock was rock hard and throbbing in my trousers. It was time to let him free.