I shouldn't have, I know that, it was wrong, but I couldn't resist. I gave in to the attraction of that seductive stranger, clear-eyed, calm and insinuating, with a sensual, elegant tone of voice, well-cut Western clothes, wearing a white turban.
My sin, my first transgression in six years of marriage.
He was at the women's clothing store where I'm store manager in the afternoon, and he pleased everyone with a mellow and interesting conversation. Perhaps he had studied the place well before and knew what interested him and what he wanted. In other words: me. Or perhaps he had just randomly wandered into a place where several beautiful women work in an attempt to choose one who would be more easily captivated by his friendliness.
Finally, he turned to me. Or rather, he selected me out, I found afterwards. A pretty blonde woman of 30 years.
In a few minutes of conversation, he made the invitation. For a beer after work. I know it was inconvenient to do that, to have a beer in a bar with a man I didn't know, being married. My husband certainly wouldn't approve. And acquaintances who might see me might imagine erotic things, as if I were having an affair with someone outside of marriage.
But the man inspired confidence, he was very engaging and self-assured, the bar he chose was near to the store, on the same street, and he promised it would be quick. I thought it wouldn't inconvenient to get away from the routine of home, work and family and hear stories about places and customs in faraway countries that I didn't know.
My great mistake.
It was just one beer, an engaging conversation and then he said he'd take me home. I readily agreed, even though I was thrilled and enjoying the conversation, as I shouldn't be long before I got home from work.
I got into his car and before starting the engine, he smiled at me, said I was very pretty and opened a small, mysterious tiny black box. Who left flow a soft perfume. A bittersweet scent of almonds entered my nostrils...
I woke up I don't know how long later, lying on a bed in a room that I didn't know it.
Scared, I tried to remember everything, to understand how and why I was there, but my head hurt, it throbbed and my mind was confused.
Everything, even, was confused. I had made a terrible mistake by accepting an invitation from a stranger.
It was too late to regret it. Or correct.
I didn't have much time to think. My kidnapper entered the room. He was naked, with a huge dark penis standing out erect between his legs.
I tried to react, but my body wouldn't obey, it was inert to my mind's commands.
Smiling, he said: "You're mine now. For everything I want. I like you, women, like this".
Slipping his hand into the neckline of my dress, he successively fondled my two breasts inside the bra. Slipping his hand into the neckline of my dress, he successively fondled my two breasts inside the bra. Then, keeping his hand on my chest, he lifted my dress with the other, gazing with pleasure at my body clad only in very thin, transparent white panties. Then, keeping his hand on my chest, he lifted my dress with the other, gazing with pleasure at my body clad only in very thin, transparent white panties.
He ran his hands over my belly, my thighs and my vulva, over my thin panties. I became aroused.
Slowly, with oriental calm and phlegm, he took off my dress, bra and panties. He sucked my breasts, licked my nipples and kissed my pussy. He ran his hands over my naked body. Turning me on completely, although I didn't want it to.
The desecration thus begun, he continued the ritual of my rape.
