They say to be careful what you wish for because you may just get it.
For many a woman, the "rape fantasy" or being taken by a mysterious stranger adds an air of mystery, an element of unpredictability, and that rare "spice" of excitement that are so often missing in her life. Although her fantasy is seldom as violent or painful as the real crime, the woman in question is seemingly forced against her will and sexually ravaged. However, in surrendering to her so-called rapist, the victim is no longer responsible for her sexual responses and is therefore free to live out her deepest erotic taboos and desires.
For men, the Holy Grail of all fantasies is being the physical aggressor, the caveman, who can fully unleash his most primitive carnal urges on a helpless woman without being caught and punished by society. Finding that special woman who will struggle at first before being broken, dominated, and inseminate with his forbidden lust is the compelling quest has driven many men to risk the loss of their sanity and freedom.
Such was the basis for my erotic relationship with Stella, my attractive Asian next-door neighbor. Little did I know as we grew close to each other, that on a sweltering summer night in the quiet darkness of her living room I would fulfill her wish and mine. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, and perhaps should start from the beginning.
Stella and her family moved into the house next to mine about a year ago. It seems that her husband, Darren, had one day decided to move to Hawaii from California even though they had no family or job waiting from them in the islands. The next thing Stella knew was that she was forced to quit her job, pack up the household goods, and pull their two boys ages four and six out of school all by herself while her husband flew ahead. She didn't know how Darren did it, but upon her arrival she found that he had signed a long-term lease on a house with the option to buy. Like it or not, there was now no way Stella could return to the life that she once had.
Darren found a job as a bus driver for the city public transit system. While it paid well, it had one major drawback. As the one with the least seniority of all the drivers, he drew the most undesirable late-night and weekend shifts. This meant that he was gone much of the night; coming home as his family was awakening; sleeping though out much of the day; and often gone as they sat down for dinner. His absences got even greater when he got to know the other drivers socially and they would often "have a few" after their shift was over or do various sporting events with them on their time off.
This meant that Stella was on her own when it came to get the kids into school, setting up the household, and doing a myriad of things that the man of the house would normally assume. She had found a job as a part-time cashier at the nearby convenience store which didn't pay much but allowed her to pay for those incidentals that Darren never seemed to have money for.
Having her whole world turned upside down in months made Stella extremely frustrated and disenchanted with her marriage and especially her husband. Alone and seemingly caught up in a maelstrom of events, Stella desperately needed something...or better yet, someone...to help her stabilize and control her life. I just happened to be the right man in the right place and at the right time.
My name is Stan and I started out this story as the friendly, unassuming next-door neighbor who welcomed Stella and her family to the neighborhood. I am in my early forties, above average height, and in fairly good shape because of my work as an independent electrician. Instead of working a steady job, I opted for a less structured life of minor home electrical jobs, installing satellite television dish systems, and setting up home security systems. This allows me to pick and choose my jobs, keeps me in shape, and gives me a lot of spare time. As such, I am the proverbial go-to guy when a helping hand is needed - or a comforting shoulder to lean on - or as we can see later in this tale, to make a fantasy become a reality.
To say that we clicked would have been an understatement for we shared an instant sense of familiarity and attraction. I was taken by Stella the moment I laid eyes on her. In her mid-thirties, Stella stood a slim, five-feet-three of Asian beauty with modest breasts, a narrow waist, and a flat stomach that rounded into appealing hips and buttocks. She had an oval face with high cheek bones and waist-length straight dark brown hair. I think it was her sultry eyes that sparkled with delight and her broad smile that drew me to her. I knew immediately that Stella was the woman for whom I had been looking but set such thoughts aside because she was married. It wasn't until later that I discovered that Stella felt the same way about me.
Darren being Darren was gone much of the time without thought to his struggling wife and family. As a result, Stella came to rely increasingly on me. At first it was to move a heavy piece of furniture or to reach a high storage bin. Later it was to fix a broken window screen or unclog a stopped sink. In time she would ask me to look after her boys when she needed to run an errand, and her boys came to enjoy the range of channel selections from my satellite television, treating my house as if it was an extension of theirs.
Of course, Stella was duly aghast at her boys' imposition upon me and reciprocated with coffee and treats, and an occasional beer after the boys had gone to sleep. I didn't mind and in fact came to look forward to her calls for help or to just come over to have a "man" around the house. You see Stella felt so comfortable with me that she wasn't even aware of how many glimpses of her feminine delights she gave me each time she bent over or climbed up a step ladder that I held for her. As the weeks turned into months, our lives became inextricably intertwined, and I thought I'd wear my pecker to a stub with the amount of times I jerked off fantasizing about Stella.
The turning point came late one night when I was reading and heard a blood curdling scream coming from Stella's house. Gripping my magazine that I had been reading, I was out of my front door when Stella's oldest son desperately called me to come over to help his mom. I dashed over and was quickly directed to the bathroom where I heard the shower running. Bursting into the room I saw Stella frozen in the shower with utter terror with her eyes riveted on a large brown hunter spider common to the high grassy areas like our backyards. The spider was poised in the upper-inner corner of the shower stall oppose of her.
When I tried to hit it, the spider took off around the bathroom with me in frantic pursuit. I finally manage to chase it out into the hallway where I swatted and killed it. While Stella's boys were engrossed with the body of the dead spider, I went back to see how Stella was doing. I found her still in shock, crouched in the shower with the water hitting, beading, and flowing over her glistening skin.
When I turned off the water and moved to cover her with a towel, Stella lurched forward, throwing her arms around my neck. As her drenched naked body pressed tightly against mine, she faintly moaned, "I hate spiders...can't stand them...ever since I was a little girl...and fell into an old well...that was full of spiders...that crawled all over me... everywhere...ugghhh!"
While I tenderly held and sought to calm her, I took every advantage of Stella being oblivious that she was completely naked and that the minutest physical detail of her hot Japanese body was exposed to me. Her ivory breasts were unbelievably mouthwatering. Slightly larger than I had imagined, they sloped down with enough heft that made them hang and jiggle tantalizingly. The most amazing thing was that instead of protruding cylindrical nipples, Stella had soft slits in the middle of puffy half-dollar knobby areolas at the tips of her boobs. God, the thought of sucking out of her inverted nipples, to feel them rise and stiffen in my mouth, made me drool in anticipation.
"Oh dear," Stella gasped as she emerged from her paralysis to become acutely aware of her nudity. The brilliant shade of red that flushed her ivory-toned skin wasn't due to the hot shower but from the sudden realization that I had an unobstructed view of her naked body. She quickly moved to cover her boobs and to pull her legs up but not before showing me a neatly trimmed bush and thick pussy slit. Desperately clutching the towel, Stella let me help her up, treating me to parting view of her bare buns, before I beat a hasty withdrawal from the bathroom.
I was halfway out of the front door when Stella caught up with me, visibly flustered. She had hastily thrown on a thin cotton robe that clung alluringly to her damp skin to highlight the tips of her rounded tits and pubic mons. Tucking her long, wet hair behind her ears, Stella held my hand and with downcast eyes, said hesitantly, "I...want to thank you for coming over so quickly...and killing that damn spider." She tried to make light of the incident but somehow failed miserably. "I want to apologize for letting you...see me...uhmm, you know...I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe that you saw me naked! God, I'm so ashamed that I could just die!"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her distress. "Stella, from what I saw you have nothing to be ashamed of...believe me, nothing. It's just between you and me. No one will ever know." Before I knew it, the following words slipped out, "Tonight was... stimulating..." Then putting my foot deeper down my throat, I jokingly continued, "...and I would love to do it again..."
For the second time that night, Stella blushed at the blatant hint that I had just uttered. I turned to leave but she held my hand and after a big sigh, asked, "Don't leave... please. Can you stay...and talk...maybe a beer or two. Please..."
There was something about the way Stella made her plea that told me that she really needed a shoulder to cry on. "Why don't you put the boys to bed while I got the beer from the refrigerator." I quickly added, "But, I'll have a beer only if you have one with me." Beaming at my offer, Stella nodded her head in agreement before going to put her boys to sleep.
When she returned, Stella sat next to me on the sofa in her dimly lit living room. I immediately noted that she had brushed her hair that damply draped down the back of her robe. Her robe was carefully arranged in an effort not to display anything that she wasn't supposed to. However, but it was apparent that she was nude under her damp thin cloth covering that clung to her in the most enticing manner.
Clinking bottles in a silent toast, we took a long sip with Stella's lasting longer than mine. "I normally don't drink so fast but given tonight's events...oh what the hell." With that she took another long swig from her bottle.
With each sip her body noticeably relaxed and loosened, and Stella became more talkative. It seems that her dissatisfaction with her marriage and life had been building. She was upset at suddenly being uprooted, plopped down in a completely new world, and the virtually abandoned to fend for herself and boys. Tonight's spider has been the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.
