It was quite hot out already and it was going to get hotter. Charity decided to just wear a pair of light shorts and tank shirt with no bra. Her breasts were a nice 38B and perky so with or without a bra they looked good. She twisted her long blonde her up so it wasn't hanging in her face. The shorts barely covered the cheeks of her ass and her dad would have a fit if he saw them, but no one was home for the whole weekend.
She had to get done the chores her dad told her about or there would be hell to pay.
"I wish he would get off my fucking back," she muttered out loud to herself. Charity clicked the stereo on and turned the volume up loud. She dance around the house as she cleaned and rearranged as instructed by her dad. She danced to the beat of upbeat rock tunes that her dad wouldn't allow played when he was around. It wasn't like she was a child, she was 19 years old.
With the music turned up loud and being caught up in her thoughts she was unaware of being watched. The man was watching her dance and licking his lips. He knew he had come across a nice little piece of ass and far enough away from anyone so no one would even know anything.
The man slid the sliding door open quietly. Charity had danced off into another room, still unaware of the intruder in her home. The man was all the way in the room and had closed the door when Charity came back into the room. She walked in and stopped in her tracks when she saw the man standing in her living room looking at her. She didn't even think to scream because she was mad.
"Who the hell are you and what the fuck you coming in my house?" Charity yelled at the man. That was a big mistake. The man was all of 6'4" and weighed at least 300lbs. Charity had always been outspoken and her dad had told her that her mouth would get her in trouble someday.
The man didn't answer Charity except to grin at her. He had several chipped teeth and they were grotesquely yellow. His hair was greasy looking and probably not been combed in a long while. Charity started to get an uneasy feeling low in her gut. It hadn't occurred to her that she could be in a lot of danger. She started to move back a little into the dining room so she could maybe make it to the front door. The stranger sensed what she was up to and with lightning reflexes he grabbed her by the wrist. Charity twisted around trying to get away from the man.
"Stop moving around you little bitch!" the man said as he slapped her hard in the face. Charity had never been struck by anyone and she was stunned and the impact made her feel a bit dizzy. Tears slid down her cheeks and she stopped fighting. "You be nice and you might not get hurt. You got that?" he barked at her. Charity could only nod at the man because she was realizing that she was in real trouble here.
The man half pulled and half dragged Charity from room to room until he found what he was looking for, a room with a bed. He pulled Charity into the room.
"Take your fucking clothes off, bitch!" he snorted at her.