All day long the air in Tokyo was sticky and humid. When I came home from work just before midnight, the first thing after stripping my sandals was to open the veranda door to get some of the relatively fresh night breeze into my appartement. The second was that I turned on the water tap of the tub. A relaxing bath would be just the right thing at such an evening.
I undressed and neatly placed my clothes on the stool next to the sink. Since I was at home alone, there was no need to close the bathroom door. Instead, some of the night air would be perfect right now.
I was sinking through the foam into the warm water and closed my eyes, going to forget all the little troubles and nuisances of a long working day. While I was laying there, all of a sudden, a cold feeling came over me. I shivered and I didn't know why. But I felt, there was something not exactly the way it should be.
Then I realized what it was. There were some changes in the light which I could realize even through my closed eyes. A kind of shadow. Probably a moth that is flying around the light bulb, I guessed. Somehow I was afraid of opening my eyes.
Actually, after a while, I became aware that I have to open my eyes sooner or later. And I did.
My heart stopped beating, as a huge man in dirty leather clothes stood right in front of me looking down onto my body. I followed the direction of his eyes and I noticed that my nipples were peeking out from the foam. Hastily, I crossed my arms in front of my breasts. "How did you come in?"
"Through the veranda door. It was open."
"And what are you doing here?"
"Nothing in particular. I just have to pee. Or do you mind?"
"Yes I do mind. Get out of here immediately!" I said in a lowered voice, because I was afraid that the neighbours might notice my embarassing situation.
"But I do not intend to get out of here." he replied.
"Get out now!" I ordered him.
I saw his hand flying towards my face. I wanted to protect myself, but I could not because I would have had to expose my nipples than. So there was no other choice than to close my eyes and to wait for the flash of light exploding in my head and for the bang in the ear. Stupidly, I was thinking that moment "the speed of light is faster than the speed of sound." After all, the pain by itself was not that strong, but I felt the heat ardently arising in my right cheek. It surely became red and swollen. I always fantasized about the thrill of a dangerous situation, but that time it was too much for me. I was completely helpless and my situation to sit naked in the bathtub did not even allow me to get up and run away. My heart was trembling loudly and it was rumbling in my bowels. I was unable to move and the small rest of my self control I had to concentrate on keeping my various body openings from leaking into the bathing water.
Obviously, this guy regarded that discussion as terminated, since he frankly let down his trunks and pants halfway and urinated into the toilet. He stood with the back towards me, showing the typical ass of a sportive trained young men, small, round, firm and hairy. One could say that at least his ass was more sympathic than his face. Of his cock I did not see that much, but I noticed that it was middle size and at the end it was quite thick and fire-red.
O. K., I thought, then pee into my toilet, and then go away for good, wishing that he would be a little more carefully targeting with his beam. But then all of a sudden, he turned round and he aimed right into my face. I could not avoid scenting the salty, bitter taste on my lips before I shielded my face with both hands. Under my palms I felt the warm drops running down my face.
"I knew it," he said, "there is no need that you hide such cute titties from me." And with fading intensity the urine beam was lowering from my chin over the shoulders down to my left nipple before it was directly merging with the water. It was a strange feeling. Disgusting of course, but there was also another kind of emotion that made me shiver. It was so, how to say, filthy. I secretly watched him through my fingers as he was impudently staring on my breasts. I wished that I could get out of the water then, which was dirty now, but of course I could not as long as he was there.
"Are you ready now? Then please go." I said, crossing my hands in front of my breasts again.
"You were very kind to me. I would love to do something for you. I have an idea: I could wash your back."
"That would be too friendly. I can do that myself very well."
"No, really," he objected, "no need to be so shy."
"Please! Go! Now!"
Since he had already seen my breasts, I did not care about that. But I was too slow anyway. This time the slap hit my left cheek. Before I could react to the new situation, he had already grabbed my hair and tore me out of the bathtub. With my head bent down I followed the way pulled me in a way as to minimize the pain, and I climb out over the wall of the bathtub.
It is embarassing, I thought, but you are forced to, so there is no need to be ashamed.
No, that is wrong I thought while I had to raise my legs high to get over the bathtub rim with my head dragged downwards which probably looked quite silly. I have to be ashamed. But I have no other choice. When I comply, then my I get at least be spared from being hit in the face.
When I stood on the ground, he guided me to turn around with bent neck, still pulling me by the hair. But when I faced the bathtub again, he all of a sudden kicked from behind into my knees. I lost my stand and fell down on my knees. I shivered. I did not know what was causing me goose pimples, was it the evening breeze that I had been longing for, or was it the glance of his eyes at my naked backside, or was it some kind of contradiction inside myself, about the attitude that I should bear about the situation.
Before I could figure that out, he gave me a thrust and forced my chest back into the bathtub. Wit my hands I managed to underneath myself, but he held me neck down with one hand and he allowed me just that much that my mouth and nose were out of the water.
He was kneeing behind me and by struggling with his legs he conquered for his knees a space between my knees. From that on he had the entire physical control over me. His penis which was now in his fully erected state, as I had been afraid of, was sliding on the surface of my body. And by spreading his own legs centimeter by centimeter, he managed to expose my vagina against my will. I still was struggling to keep my head over water level, when he began to slide his hand over my back. But it was neither water nor soap that he was spreading on me, it was the body lotion, that I usually applied after bathing.
"Does this feel good?" he asked. I did not reply.
"Does this feel good?" He asked again.
"May I answer honestly?" I was asking back.
