After a great evening at a comedy club, we walk to the door to find that it looks as though someone has gone in, the door is slightly open. Joe enters before me and says "it looks fine, come on in." We found nothing to be missing and relax a little.
After shutting and locking the front door, I walk back to the bedroom to change out of my dress. Without any lights on I slip off my shoes, start unbuttoning my dress, then I feel hands grabbing my wrists. I knew it was not Joe as he was in the garage (at the other end of the house) getting wood for a light fire. A fairly deep voice whispers "be quiet, cooperate and no one will get hurt." The stranger holds my hands behind me, pressing his body against mine for a moment....I can feel how excited he is. He then traces his free hand down my neck, my breasts, on down to the hem of my dress. He slides his hand up over my legs, my thighs, and over my hips... realizing I have on pantyhose he pushes me backward until I have to lay on the bed.