As soon as I got inside my flat, I kicked off my shoes and tattered stockings, slipped off my coat and, naked, went to the bathroom and ran the shower. I massaged anti-tangle shampoo into my matted hair that had been so well-groomed not hours ago and lathered my whole body to wash off the awful, sticky residue of the beer and other drinks those hooligans had so delighted in throwing over my bare body when they had simply ripped off most of my clothes.
The heat of the shower also served to soothe the still-stinging marks from where my new-found admirers had spared no quarter in spanking my exposed derriere; one mark, in particular was a full hand print across my thigh and it throbbed painfully as I held the shower head over it.
Then there were those unasked-for multiple finger penetrations. I massaged my anus and pussy with as much soapy lather as I could get into them to both wash any mess away but also to try to extinguish the disgusting experience from my mind.
However, I was confused that, with the events so fresh in my mind that, to my utter horror, I actually found my clitty stiffening again as I recalled the wanton assaults on me, particularly the tormentor who made me suffer on the brink of orgasm, so long and so often, as I stood trapped and naked in front of the baying crowd -although I could have done without Jeffers's long finger being inserted deep into my arse, effectively preventing me avoiding those probing fingers in my pussy. I stopping my lathering as soon as I realised what was happening to my erect bud and my breasts started to heave, I admonished myself: 'Now, now, Susie Fortescue, you are most definitely not meant to have enjoyed what happened!'
I decided not to put on any pyjamas for the night so that they didn't stick to any of the raw skin and, having administered copious amounts of baby powder, I crawled into bed just about remembering to set the alarm clock for its usual time.
That alarm was the next thing I heard as I had slept an exhausted sleep. 7:30.
7:30??
Good grief! -I'd completely forgotten the conversation on my way home last night: That bloody Jeffers was coming to the flat and, because I hadn't changed the alarm time, it had thrown out my morning routine. I couldn't let him see the flat like as it was so, tumbling groggily from my bed, I quickly arranged the duvet, scooped my torn stockings from the floor and found one shoe but not the other which I went looking under the bed for. Always the way when you have no time.
My coat which stank of smoke and alcohol, I quickly hung up in the closet. Good. 7:35, five minutes to go and I would grab a gown and shower while he could wait in the lounge.
'Ding Dong!' Not a moment too soon.
I was still wrapping the gown I'd grabbed from the closet around me as I went to the door and only then realised that in my madcap haste, I'd picked out the wrong one: short and satin and always slipping apart, I'd have to be very careful because I was buck naked underneath.
Composing myself, I opened the door. "Jeffers, why have you come here?" I hissed at him.
"Morning, Susie," he said as he breezed past me annoyingly. "My word, you're up early after being such a sport last night..."
"...'sport'? I spat. That was entirely against my will and you, my boy, are very lucky I have decided not to prosecute..."
"Lucky, Susie? I really don't think so, but I do seem to be getting luckier and luckier with you!" He stood back theatrically, "My, oh my, Susie, your nipples really are sticking out -shouldn't you be wearing a bra?" He sneered.
"I didn't have time," I said, meekly. Looking down, I was alarmed to see that he was right, my nipples were protruding against my will as I remembered the important drawbacks with this blasted gown: firstly, the material was very slippery and undid at the merest hint of an opportunity and secondly, I'd bought it on line -I'm a 'medium' and it was a 'small', meaning that it was too short ('see-level', you might say) and not wide enough to wrap around properly so that my exposed cleavage plunged right down to my navel.
None of which seemed to be wasted on Jeffers who was stared excitedly. I would never wear the thing even with an established boyfriend let alone naked underneath, as I now was, with this young creep.
"Look, we'll be late," I said, trying to take control. You can sit in the lounge and I'll go and get ready. Marching to the shower, I felt the dirty little sod hook his finger into the collar of the gown as I went past him and it fell open in an instant. even though he'd already had a very good view of what I had last night, I didn't want to turn around and give him another full-frontal view, I let the gown slip down my arms and shoulders as I ran through to the bathroom leaving him holding it, getting another eyeful of my naked butt, commenting inappropriately how sexy it was and reminding me how he'd enjoyed fingering me anally last night. Blushing furiously, I locked the bathroom door, quickly ran the shower and cleaned my teeth.
