I was working late one Thursday night, trying to get a little bit ahead of the game so that I could enjoy a long weekend. I work from home, and while you'd think that would allow for as much free time as I care to take, that's hardly the case. I'm a freelance writer, and there are always deadlines I need to meet, and they usually all come at the same time.
So, this particular Thursday evening, I was burning the midnight oil, finishing up a rough draft of a piece that was due early the next week. Just as I was shutting down my laptop for the night, my doorbell rang. I jumped. My house is at the end of a dirt road, and though I have a few neighbors within walking distance, I've never had any of them visit at this hour!
I rose and peeked through the curtains at my front window, my heart still racing. I had my cell phone in my hand, just in case I found myself in need of making an emergency call to the police, but realized that it was my neighbor's son, Mark. He was a few years older than me, probably in his late 30s, and he was fairly good looking. I'd only met him casually a few times when he was visiting his dad, so I was surprised to see him on my doorstep at midnight.
My next thought was that his dad, Mr. Carson, had been hurt or had a heart attack. I flipped on the porch light and quickly opened the door.
"What's wrong? Did something happen to your dad?" I asked. Mark smiled, his dark green eyes glinting in the porch light.
"No, sorry to bother you so late. Dad's fine. He's asleep. I, uh…well, this is kind of lame, but, I was up and saw your light on and thought I'd stop down to see you, that's all. Dad always tells me how you check in on him and all. I appreciate that. Just wanted to thank you in person."
"Oh, well, you're more than welcome," I replied, at the same time wondering why his thanks couldn't wait until the next day. I didn't have time to ask.
"Um, mind if I come in for a bit?" he asked. He was tan and I could tell he took care of himself, his full chest rippling against the navy t-shirt he had on.
"Well, um….no, I suppose…"
He came in at that, brushing against my arm as he passed by. I felt an involuntary thrill pass through my body.
"So, Carlie…that's your name, right?" I nodded. "Carlie…you look like you were working," he said, nodding toward the now shut down laptop, papers still spread over the table nearby. "Am I interrupting?"
"Oh, no…just finished up. I was going to be heading for bed soon," I said, putting all of my papers together, feeling just a little invaded as he glanced over them.
"Hm," he nodded, looking around my simple living room. The house was small, but cozy. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "It's too quiet here for me to sleep well. I'm used to the city noises, I guess. Maybe you could help me out?"
"I'm not following…how?"
Mark walked over to me now, standing directly in my personal space. His eyes were fastened intensely on me now, roaming from my face to my hair and back down, across my ample chest…
"Maybe you could…make some noise with me, Carlie…help me get to sleep?"
He leaned over at that, put a hand behind my head and drew my mouth to his, kissing me deeply, his tongue roaming freely against mine, grazing my teeth for a long, passionate moment. My heart raced with both fear and arousal, as my hands pushed back against his hard chest in an attempt to free myself from his grasp.
"No! Mark, no!" I said, finally freeing myself. He wasn't to be daunted, though. He followed me as I backed toward the kitchen. "Mark, my boyfriend, he'll be….here soon…"
"Funny," Mark said as he backed me into the corner by the sink, "Dad tells me you aren't dating anyone. Are you lying to me, Carlie?" Both hands were now tangled in my hair behind my head, and his was pushing his pelvis into mine, allowing me to feel his hard member straining at the zipper of his jeans.
"No, I don't think there's a boy friend coming over, Carlie…but I'm here. Let's play…."
I tried to let out a scream but Mark's mouth covered it over and his tongue quickly pushed into it again. Now his hands were freely roaming my body, working their way up under my black, v-neck shirt, over top of my silky bra, rubbing the tips of my now hard nipples with his thumbs. He gently pressed in on them, causing me to squirm.
"Getting excited?" he growled, grinding his still-restrained hard cock again into me, bending his knees slightly to align it with the crotch of my pants. Suddenly I felt his hands up under my bra, lifting it over my tits, and his mouth went down and began to suck on my left nipple. His tongue grazed the tip as his mouth sucked hard on my whole tit. His hand was rubbing my quickly moistening crotch.
"Mark…I…"
"Shhhhh…" he said, raising his mouth to mine again, this time working my jeans button and zipper. He eased my pants down part way and then lifted me up onto the kitchen counter, pulling them the rest of the way off and discarding them on the floor by the fridge. My underpants had come off with them, so my lower body was now completely exposed to this man.
