I was sound asleep when all of a sudden I heard a noise at the end of my bed. I lay there for a few minutes wondering what was going on when I felt the presence of someone else in my bedroom. My eyes widened and I lay there frozen, on my stomach, staring at my night stand in front of me.
Earlier that day I had been talking to my love on the phone. We had met on the internet a few years ago and were planning to meet sometime soon. I was a little nervous about it, but not too much since he had told me that it probably wouldn't happen for a few more weeks. He had to go to California to meet with his new boss then get his office set up.
As I lay there frozen thoughts of him ran through my head and I felt a pain in my chest because we had gotten in an argument before we hung up. What if I never saw him again? I felt like crying.
The person was still at the end of my bed and I could feel him staring at me. Under the covers I was only wearing a thong. The covers were pulled to my shoulders so you could only see my head. From where I was laying I couldn't see anything but the outline of my nightstand and I was frozen solid, scared.
I heard a rustling noise and realized the person had crept closer to the bed-to me. I was beginning to breath unevenly. My arms were folded under my head and I was stretched out under my blanket. I don't sleep with a sheet.
I felt the bed move slightly as he leaned against it. I let out a little gasp, and held my breath, hoping he'd just go away. I had no such luck.
I felt, with a sixth sense almost, a presence pass over my blanket and his hand rested next to my hip, on the right. My eyes got even wider and I gasped louder when his left hand was placed on the middle of my back.
I could feel his heat, even through the blanket, on my naked skin. Thoughts kept running through my head: "Who is this? Am I going to be raped? Or killed?" What disturbed me the most, though, was, "Why do I feel more excited than scared?" In the back of my mind I knew I had had fantasies of dominance, control, maybe even rape, but I was too scared to think about that directly.
His hand slowly slid up my back, to the edge of the blanket. I was making thin, shallow breaths by now. Suddenly his fingers slid under the edge of the blanket, I briefly felt his fingertips touch my upper back, and the blanket was whipped off of me.
I jumped violently and almost screamed, but then I felt him climb onto the bed, straddling my legs. It was then I realized I was on my stomach, stretched out, in nothing but a thong with a stranger staring down at me. My face flooded with heat when I realized his legs around me were naked.
He ran his hand over the bottoms of my thighs, sliding them over my ass. He slid his fingers under the band of my thong and slowly pulled them down until they were off. He was again standing at the bottom of my bed. I realized that I had lost the chance to run a long time ago because I was now completely naked in a locked room with him.
I felt him climb back onto the bed, straddling my legs again. He was definitely naked from the waist down, probably even from the waist up. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the backs of my knees. He was hot and hard already.
He ran his hand over my naked ass, tracing his finger down my crack, but stopped just before he would have slipped between my thighs. I still had my arms folded under my head. I was also still breathing irregular, but it was starting to turn into excitement. I could feel my pussy getting wetter, opening up.
He leaned up, placing his hands on the sides of me, near my breasts and kissed my neck. In the back of my mind this was all seeming very familiar.
