The evening was still young, but I felt tired from my long day of work. Fridays always were the busiest and most strenuous, and usually had me beat by noon. My thoughts were on a nice, long, hot shower and maybe a book for afterward as I lay in bed.
I pulled my clothes off and padded into the bathroom, turning the water on in the process, making sure to get it nice and hot.
I breathed a big sigh of relief as I stepped into the shower. Closing my eyes I stood there a few minutes not moving, letting the water beat on my tired body.
I could feel all the tensions easing from me, the responsibilities, the days' strains and pressures oozed from my pores, leaving me in a state of placid tranquility.
Feeling much better about the whole day's proceedings as the water beat its drops so heavily upon me, my body started to awaken from its work day slumber. I could feel a vibrant presence deep within me ripping its way from my innermost being, wanting to be unleashed to let run rampant upon my body, to make me forget about everything but me.
My hands found their way to my breasts, massaging, manipulating, gently caressing each one, making them feel that they should be the center of attention. Taking each nipple between my fingers, I delicately tweaked each one, holding them below the spraying water as it pummeled my body to unknown heights.
I picked up the soap and tenderly started rubbing it around my breasts, lathering and rinsing, then repeating. The manipulations previously performed had left my nipples hard and sensitive to the touch, I washed them over and over, feeling the soothing lather helping to kindle the embers within me. The more I touched my breasts, the more those embers lit up and started to glow.
I was starting to feel a warm sensation buried inside of me, getting hotter and hotter. My breasts tender to the touch, yet so susceptible to my commanding fingers, were begging me for more, more teasing, more pulling, more gentle caresses.
The water drumming down upon my body was merciless in its pounding of my tender skin, yet heatedly erotic in the same instance. Before I knew it my hand found its way down my body, between my legs, and to my center of desire. I put my leg up on the ledge of the shower, and proceeded to lather up my delicate pussy, massaging it gently, soothing it as well. Softly laughing at myself for not wanting to leave any part of my body feeling left out.
As I worked up the lather, rubbing it all around, my left hand tweaking and pulling on my nipple, my right buried between my legs with the soap, I started to feel a climax building, climbing its way through my body, trying to reach an ecstatic pinnacle. A feeling of euphoria washed over me as I so masterfully manipulated my body, knowing what I wanted and how I wanted it.
My fingers found my hard clit and pinched it...rolling it between them, playing with it roughly. Throwing my head back, letting the water pulse on my neck and chest, overcome with the tingling sensations coursing through my body, I reached for that peak. My hands increased their tempo, rubbing furiously and tugging madly, feeling every spot, every inch of my skin become aware.
My breath was coming in quick gasps as the feelings inside of me started to subside. I dropped the soap, putting my leg back onto the shower floor and leaned on my hands against the wall of the shower, letting the water beat on my back. I felt so relaxed with my head down, watching the droplets stream down my breasts and drip to the floor. Thinking that this release was exactly what I needed tonight, I reached down and turned the water off. Grabbing a towel next to the stall, I dried every inch of my body off.
I decided to skip the book and just curl up in my big warm bed and relax, letting sleep come as it wished.
I woke with a start, feeling that something was not quite right. Before I had a chance to process anything, a big hand roughly covered my mouth, stifling any screams I may have had.
A man thrust his face to mine. I could barely make him out through the moonlight streaming in my windows.
"Cooperate and you won't get hurt. You understand?" he said to me.
I didn't know who this man was, but I wasn't about to give in to a total stranger, so I bit his hand.
"Bitch!" he said, as he smacked me across the face. "The bitch bit me."
It was then I realized that there was another person in the room on the other side of my bed.
"We'll just have to teach her a lesson, won't we?" The one I bit said, as he flipped on my bedroom lights, "Pull the blinds, Joe."
I got a better look at these two intruders, and I did not recognize either of them. The one I bit was a big man, tall and very muscular looking, with dark curly hair cut really short, and dark eyes set in a rugged, tough looking face. The other man, Joe, had brown hair, not too tall, and slim. They were dressed in jeans and black t-shirts, which really accented the bigger mans physique.
"Please don't hurt me," I stammered, fearing more for my life than anything else.
They just looked at each other smiling, the bigger man, chuckling, saying, "Honey, we don't plan on hurting ya, and, you might even enjoy this."
With that, he pulled back the covers in one move, baring my naked body to them.
"Look, Joe, she's ready for us."
Joe was on me in an instant, one hand planted in the middle of my tummy, holding me down, and the other roughly grasping my breast. He planted a kiss on my neck, sucking on it hard. I struggled to get away from him, but he was a lot stronger than he looked and held me down without a problem.
I could see the other man getting undressed and was amazed at his big finely sculpted body. He saw me watching him, and smiled wickedly, his eyes telling me more than I wanted to know.
Feeling a little too vulnerable, I continued trying to get up, fighting under Joe, trying to push him off of me.
"Help me out here, Dan, she won't hold still," Joe pleaded to the big guy, Dan.
