I was feeling rather disgruntled. I'd recently got married and at first everything was fine. We had a nice honeymoon and when we got back home things were just fine and I had no complaints.
My husband is reasonably well off and we own a very nice property that abuts to the river. We even have our own little jetty and a motor boat. The property is easy to keep maintained. I'm an efficient housekeeper and both my husband and I are keen gardeners so the yards were looking good.
Recently my husband's work entered a busy period and I found I wasn't seeing him. He'd leave early for work and come back late and always seemed too pooped to pop, if you get what I mean. Now I could put up with this for a short while, but he had to work weekends as well. He assures me that the busy period will slacken off soon but I've barely caught a glimpse of him for two weeks now. I'm sure that you can see I had some reason for feeling a bit disgruntled.
My old friends work, so I can't see them during the week. I wouldn't mind going back to work but George won't have a bar of it. His wife doesn't need to work so she doesn't work, is his philosophy. (He doesn't count housework and gardening as real work, no matter how much effort it takes.)
Right now it was a lovely sunny day and I had nothing to do. The housework was all done. The garden was fine. I didn't want to watch TV and I didn't feel like shopping. If you're going shopping you really need someone with you so you can discuss your choices. You can't really discuss a new dress with the sales staff. They just say it looks fabulous, even though you know it looks like a rag rejected from a second-hand shop.
So there I was. Sitting on the grass at the bottom of my yard watching the swans swimming along the river. Well, the river was there. The swans were missing. So were the ducks and every other type of water fowl. Really, a lovely broad river, a slow current, insects and fish laid on, what more did the birds want? Some other river, apparently.
In fifteen minutes of watching the river all I saw was one little canoe go paddling by. Not only was I disgruntled, I was bored.
Seeing I wasn't going anywhere, all I had done to my hair was bunch it up and put on a tie to hold it. My boredom came to an abrupt halt when a hand took hold of that bunch of hair and yanked me backwards, changing my sitting position to a lying flat on my back position.
Seeing that I was still being held I couldn't really turn my head to look but the amount of movement I did have gave me a view of my assailant. There was a half-naked man kneeling next to me, and it was the bottom half that was both naked and ready for action. Past him I could see further down the river and there was a canoe pulled up on the bank. The one I'd seen go floating past earlier, I guess.
Now when a half-naked man pounces on you while you're all alone it doesn't take a genius to figure out what his intentions are. Especially when his intention was sticking out the way his was. My first inclination was to scream and I took in a big breath, preparing to do so.
"No," he said firmly, his free hand covering my mouth. "Believe me you do not want to scream. I get all nervous when people scream, so don't do it."
I believed him. The look on his face told me I should. I let out my breath again and just lay there, looking at him. He smiled and, reaching down, he started pulling the hem of my dress up. There was nothing I could do about it. He just kept easing it up until my panties came into view, then pulled it all the way up to my waist. That accomplished he started pushing my panties down.
I was going, "No, no, no, no, you don't want to do this," and he just laughed.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I do," he mocked, his hand coming up away from my panties and stroking my pussy.
I tried to jam my legs together and he shook his head.
"Don't make this any more difficult than it has to be," he told me. "Kick your panties off and then open your legs a lot wider. If you think I'm threatening repercussions if you don't, then you're right. Just do as you're told."
Reluctantly I did so, parting my knees to encourage my panties to slide down to my ankles and then kicking one foot free. I felt so horribly exposed. I was now naked from the waist down, same as him, with my legs spread, giving him access to everything. Was I feeling nervous about what was going on? You're damned right I was feeling nervous. I'd never been with anyone except my husband and now a stranger was going to trespass.
You're probably also wondering if I was close to panicking. Oddly enough I found that I wasn't. For some reason I was feeling excited. Exhilarated, almost. Rather a weird reaction for a gently raised young lady such as myself, I know, but consider it from my point of view. I was totally helpless and this man was going to take me. I couldn't stop him and all I could really do was wonder what it would be like. That was rather a formidable piece of equipment he was sporting and he was going to use it on me.
He was still rubbing my mound, fingers dancing around and examining me, actually sliding between my lips and entering me.
"My, you're a hot little number, aren't you?" he observed, continuing to massage. I suppose I was. I could feel the heat building inside me, the moisture beading inside me.
He twisted himself around until he was kneeling between my legs, his big hand still firmly closed upon my hair, holding my head down. Until then I'd never realised just how helpless you are to move if someone is holding your head.
