I'd stirred as I heard my husband leave the bed. This always happened when he left for work before 5am. Dan had a good work ethic and desire to move up the chain at the farm equipment plant where he worked. At 28-years-old he'd already made Assistant Manager, and as such was charged with opening up the factory every morning. We'd been married four years and I was proud of my man.
I rolled over and looked to return to sleep. My job in the Law firm where I worked as a PA, was only a short car ride away and didn't require me to rise early, unless I was going to the gym. Our combined salaries and some hard saving had enabled the purchase of a small two bedroom house in the outer suburbs. A quiet, safe neighborhood.
On gym mornings I'd rise at 6am. I'd let myself go for a time, but over the past year had worked hard to keep my weight lower. I'd been pleased that while my body had tightened up nicely, I'd not last too much off my breasts. They were a good size, very sensitive and Dan loved them.
This particular morning, with no gym, I could sleep longer. However, I felt restless and found it harder to return to sleep. The late summer heat lingered. Hearing Dan's company truck start-up, I pumped the pillow and kicked the blanket off, to lie with only a sheet covering. I considered removing my T-shirt, but decided to against it, fearing I'd wake cold, within a few minutes.
Moving to my favorite sleep position, on my side, in the middle of the bed, I slipped a hand between my legs, leaving only thin cotton night shorts between it and my shaved pussy. A pulse of desire shot through me. We'd not made love the previous night and I wished Dan was still in the bed. However, the hand would remain where it was as I'd never once masturbated, since getting married.
"It just doesn't seem right," I'd thought, each time the notion came to mind.
Dan had a good sex drive and was always happy to accommodate me if I mentioned being a little horny. However, his younger sister Amber had been staying with us over the summer, and it hadn't been as easy to find opportunities to have sex.
I determined to text Dan later in the morning, so he was prepared upon his return home that evening. With these sexy thoughts in my mind I drifted back to sleep. A couple of times I heard noises which saw me stir, but knew it was still too early to rise. The noises didn't concern me. A wind was blowing and there was always some sound or other. I knew it wouldn't be Amber. She always slept soundly and wouldn't wake until after I'd had left for work.
In my unsettled rest, ever changing dreams raced through my mind. One minute I was lying on a beach with Dan, the next the good looking young lawyer at work was placing a hand on my breast as we stood in the office kitchen. In the dream I asked him not too, but he noted I was in my bikini and reached down to touch my pussy. Then other men entered the kitchen, commenting that I was naked from the waist down. With the hand still on me, I struggled to pull up my bikini bottoms, but they stuck under my foot.
This frustrating dream startled me awake.
"Oh gosh, what a dream... a nightmare more like," I thought, feeling embarrassed by how it had aroused me.
I glanced to the clock, which read 5.20am.With a sigh I put my head back down just as I heard a sound louder than the others. Still not particularly alarmed and annoyed at my inability to sleep, I stubbornly refused to get out of bed and go to look. Soon, reassured by not hearing any further noises, I drifted back to sleep.
This time the dream took me to a party at Dan's bosses house. All the other guests were clothed, and I was naked. I turned to Dan.
"We need to go home Dan; I'm not suitably dressed."
"Don't worry," he replied. "You look super-hot. Everyone's looking at you."
In the dream I went to reply, but the words wouldn't come out. It became harder to breath. I woke with a start.
"Don't struggle," I heard a deep voice order.
The weight of a body was half on mine, a hand clamped on my mouth. My first thought was that I was still dreaming. However, clarity came rushing in and dread rose, as it became crystal clear this was no dream.
"How'd he get in?" I first thought, my mind going through the vulnerable places in the single storied bungalow.
Just as quickly my mind shifted to thoughts of fighting this intruder. I was fit and much stronger from my gym work, feeling I'd have a chance. He soon put paid to such considerations.
"If you stay relaxed I'll remove my hand. There's a female in the other bedroom. She looks very pretty, as she sleeps. We can leave her to dream or... you can scream out and wake her. If she wakes, she becomes involved. Is that what you want?" he demanded, moving his hand a fraction so I could speak.
"No," I quickly replied, deciding I'd have to cooperate, hoping he'd take money and depart.
While 20 years old and attractive, Amber was in no way worldly. I'd told Dan I thought she was still a virgin, which made him happy. Whichever, I knew that I was far better placed to handle this intruder than she was.
"That's a wise decision Jessica, because if you scream or yell out, I'll bind you securely and make you watch me with her. Afterwards, I'll tell her it was your fault for screaming out. You understand?"
I did understand, but hesitated in answering, because now fully awake, I couldn't believe this man had addressed me by name.
"You understand?" he prompted gruffly.
"Yes, yes... I won't call out. You know my name."
"Of course! Now let's get rid of this shall we," he said, moving his weight and ripping the sheet clear.
This action, his talk of compliance, and making me watch him with Amber, sent a chill through me. I berated myself for not having secured the house properly. Then suddenly I noticed it. My assailant smelt of cologne. Expensive cologne. I knew this from shopping for Dan. I'd smelt this one before, but never purchased, with it well out of my price range.
"And he's showered as well," I thought, smelling the soap on his chest, as he moved up to my ear.
"Let's start with a kiss," he whispered, snapping my focus away from his odor.
"I don't want too. Look I have cash. Quite a bit in my wallet. Maybe two hundred bucks, and jewelry... "
"But I don't want those. I want to kiss you. Remember our agreement," he whispered, before kissing lightly down my cheek.
He held my chin, located my mouth and kissed me. I kept my lips clamped tight.
"Open your mouth," he demanded.
"I haven't brushed my teeth," I said, immediately aware of how pathetic this sounded.
He laughed for a time and again told me to open. With a sigh I did as asked.
To my surprise the kiss was soft. In addition, his breath was fresh.
"It's not mouthwash, this guy's brushed his teeth," I thought, as his tongue probed.
As we continued, he moved to suck lightly on my bottom lip, before returning for another kiss.
"He's actually quite a nice kisser," I admitted guiltily, feeling a hand touch the side of my breast, through the T-shirt.
By the time he broke the kiss he'd begun to lightly kneed the side of my breast. He continued to do so when he spoke.
"That was nice, wasn't it?"
"I guess... look if you were to leave now, I wouldn't..."
"Pull your T-shirt up," he interrupted
"My T-shirt," I stammered.
"Clear of these nice tits I can feel under it."
Feeling him move off me, I strained to see in dark. I'd have felt much better had I been able to see his face, which clearly wasn't covered.
Steeling myself, I gathered the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it higher just clear of my nipples. I felt fingers slip across it to lightly trace around my nipple.
"Higher!" he ordered. "Right up to your neck."
I pulled the item up to where he demanded.
