*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental*
After a long day at work it was finally good to be home! She tosses her keys on the table next to the mail and lays the purse on the sofa. Moving across the living room she reaches the lamp on the side table, bending over to flip the switch at the base. When the light refuses to turn on at her touch, she idly bites her lower lip and steps back to examine the obstinate lamp.
"Oh come on! Stupid light bulb" she mutters to herself as she moves to the kitchen cabinet to replace it. Remembering the bulbs stored in the upper cabinet, she reaches high to pull them off the top shelf when the presence of another moves up her spine. Pausing as she feels the slight chill on the back of her neck, she gasps when a strong hand grasps her wrist. As her arm is firmly pulled behind her back, a moan escapes her lips as she attempts to twist around. She can feel his breath on the back of her neck as both hands are pulled together behind her. Feeling the soft satin of the restraints as her wrists are bound, the knot is pulled tight and her attempts to pull her hands away prove futile.
"What is this?" she asks, her requests being met only with silence as the dark room goes even darker when a satin blindfold is pulled across her eyes. Her other senses heighten at the loss of vision and she becomes distinctly aware of his presence close behind her as his hands begin to massage deeply up her thighs. The business skirt she is wearing proves no match for his caress, and soon the palm of his hand is running firmly over the front of her panties, bringing a gasp to her lips. His fingers prove adept at bringing her wetness to the surface, staining the front of the thin underwear. Soon her skirt is low around her ankles and she feels the air across her cheeks left bare around the thong.
Her world spins as she is quickly spun around and she feels the cool of the countertop pressing against her bare skin. The hands that have proved so experienced at making her moist are soon pressing insistently through her blouse into her ample breasts, bringing another low utterance from deep in her chest. With a quick flourish and little warning her blouse is firmly ripped open and her bra pulled down, her tit flesh overflowing the silk cups into the cool air of the kitchen. Her gasp is met with a soft moan when a warm mouth quickly finds first one firm nipple before latching onto the second. Her breathing quickens as the warm embrace of wet lips leaves her nipples hard and glistening.
Before her mind can register the complete pleasure to be gained through such manipulations, she is quick to squeal as her flimsy thong is pulled roughly down her thighs. The hands that have been roaming over her body adeptly slide the thong off her silky smooth legs and grasp her legs in a firm grip. With a quickness and strength that leave her panting she is lifted until sitting on the cool counter top. With a steady touch her thighs are soon splayed open and she feels the wetness coating her lips, a wetness that is soon matched by a warm and throbbing insistence to have her.
