Some background. This is a story about the mother of a girl I wanted to date badly, but the girl said I was not her type. Since the daughter turned me down I turned my attention to the mother. I had to be careful because of the husband. I was able to hang around because some of the people in the neighborhood would meet at one guy's house to play basketball and drink. We flirted a little but I just couldn't get myself to tell her how I felt or make a move on her. I wish sometimes I could go back in time and make a move and see if it lead anywhere.
I twirled Linda around and shoved her chest first on to the table. I held her down as I undid her robe and took off her belt. I grabbed her arms and brought them behind her back, where I tied her hands together. With one hand I held her head down, as I ripped off her panties. I undid my pants and allowed them to drop to the floor. I stepped out my pants and underwear as she struggled to get free. She tried to keep her legs together, but I was able to force them apart. I ran a hand up and down her body. She knew I meant business so now she tried talking me into stopping. I knew that it was too late.