***This story depicts a non-consensual encounter. Reader discretion is advised.***
Some days I wish I had my own pool, but on days like today when it is quiet, I don't mind using the community one. I come to swim laps, but I love taking advantage of the sun bathing chairs as well. Today, I came to swim my laps after dinner, but it's still summer, so the sun is warm on my skin as I recline, reading the newest erotica I picked up for free on my reading app. I love reading these stories; they are my release after a long week at work. And even more so now when I'm home alone. My suit is almost dry from my earlier swim, but I feel the wetness between my thighs as I read a particularly steamy bit. Taking a quick scan around the pool, I only see a couple other people who are all either swimming or engaged in conversation. Thank God the neighborhood children have gone for the evening.
I decide that it is time to roll over and let my back get some sun. I stand so that I can lower the back of the chair further down, to a fully horizontal position. That done, my body sinks into the mesh of the chair a bit as I lower myself down. Pulling my hair off to the side, I untie the strings of my swimsuit top to avoid a tan line. Laying my head down, I let my arms lay on either side of my body. Meanwhile, I replay the scene that I just read in my head, except this time I'm the girl in the book. As I think about the sexy male character's hands running down my back and between my thighs, I lift my hip just slightly so that a hand can sneak beneath me and down my suit bottom. My fingers trace my clit, moving faster as I please myself. Though, I have to be careful to keep my moaning silent... don't need to attract attention from the other pool patrons.
Thinking about hands sliding between my thighs and into the folds of my lips, my finger moves faster, bringing me closer to orgasm. God, I love this feeling of warmth between my legs. I slow for a few moments, wanting to draw out the orgasm as long as possible. Then I can't hold onto it anymore and I feel the waves of the orgasm wash over me. I give myself a moment to recover before removing my hand. Once I have caught my breath, I retie my suit top, sit up to gather my things, and walk back to my house around the corner.
Once home, I begin to strip off my suit as soon as I am in the house with the door closed. The blinds are closed and I really want a shower. I toss my suit in the washer as I walk past to the master bedroom. The pool was cool, but I am very warm after my sun bathing. Accordingly, I turn the water on lukewarm and stand below the flowing water. For a few moments, I just stand there with the water pouring over my head, down my back and breasts. I would love to just stand there for hours, but I don't want to waste too much water with the drought. Reluctantly, I wash my hair and body, removing the last of the chlorine from my skin before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.
My spouse and kids are gone for a few weeks and won't return until the weekend, just in time to get ready for the school year. So I'm home alone tonight. I slip on my shorts and lace trimmed tank for bed. I have no intention of going anywhere tonight; might as well be comfortable. Once my pajamas are on, I make my way out to my bedroom where I'm hoping to pour myself a glass of wine and curl up in my chair to read for a bit longer.
I turn on my streaming music over Alexa and play it throughout the house. That way I can hear it when I go to the kitchen for my wine. Once in the kitchen, I pull out my bottle of viognier, grab a stemless glass from the cabinet and begin to remove the corkscrew. As I pull it out of the bottle, I hear the back door open. Who is coming into my house? I turn to look and a man puts his hand over my mouth with a knife to my throat.
"I saw you at the pool," he rasps. "You didn't think anyone would notice you touching yourself, did you?"
I'm frozen. I want to scream. I want to fight. I want to run. But I can't move and I can't make a sound. All I can manage is a hard swallow and I'm certain the fear is all over my face.
"How did your wet pussy feel? I want to feel it for myself." He sees my bed through the open door; with the knife still to my throat, he leads me to it. "You will not scream," he instructs, "or you'll find out exactly how sharp this knife is."
He pushes me backward toward my bedroom door with the knife still at my throat. I can feel my body resisting, but I'm still frozen. Rather gently, he sits me on the edge of the bed and removes my shirt. Dragging the tip of the knife across my chest, he observes me, cups my breasts and pinches my nipples. "Those are exactly what I expected. Very nice."
My body shudders and I clench my legs tightly as he lays me back onto my bed. I'm thankful that my kids are not in the house right now, but at the same time, my family being home might have offered me some level of protection. What is he going to do? His intentions seem clear, but will he hurt me? I'm afraid to fight and find out. I don't think I'm strong enough to get away from him without incurring injury. All of these thoughts race through my head as I close my eyes, wondering what to do. He grabs my wrists and puts them together in front of me, telling me to hold them there. My eyes are still closed, afraid of what I might see. I hear the ripping of tape and feel it being wound tightly around my wrists. It feels almost like electrical tape.
"This will only hurt as much as you make it. Understand?" I nod, almost imperceptibly. "I can't hear you," he chides.
