Ever since my breakup with Chad in February, I've immersed myself in work. I wake up, make coffee, respond to emails and deep dive into new feature documentation for the tech startup I work for until long after the sun has set.
There's many perks to working at home, by yourself. You can wear only your pajamas the whole day, no push-up bra to leave marks under your breasts after a long day of work. Another perk is taking a quick break to rub one out if the day has gotten stressful and my pink clitoral vibrator and black rubber dildo have been close friends of mine.
Summer is almost here and those longer days and warmer nights beckons me outside. After a particularly heated call with my manager on a new security bug that surfaced, I decided to go for a walk instead. I grabbed a sheer blouse and a long flowy skirt but avoided a bra or underwear, wanting to fully feel the 72 degree evening breeze against my body. It was dark now, and no one can really see, or so I thought.
It felt incredible as soon as I stepped outside, the faint aroma of pine needles and fresh cut grass with a breeze just slightly below my body temperature drew happy little goosebumps on my skin. I felt my long dark brown hair, which fell just below my waist, flutter around my shoulders and arms. I took a deep breath and started my walk down the street from where I live, a busy street, but safe neighborhood.
A few strangers pass by, some excited teenage girls jabbering about a cute boy, an old couple taking a quiet stroll, and a man wearing a light gray hoodie whose eyes were shadowed by the hood. It's a little warm to wear a hoodie, isn't it? He was tall, very tall, compared to my 5'1 frame, and I could feel his warmth as he past by, seemingly a little too close.
I thought nothing of it after a few seconds, and continued down the street. Headlights of cars rushed by and I wondered if any of the drivers can see my erect nipples through my sheer blouse. I stopped at a neighborhood gazebo a few blocks away, stepped in and sat on the woody bench. It's dark and a little musty. I can feel the texture of the wood under my butt, and I opened my legs and closed them, feeling the bumpiness of the wood under my thighs. I was a little aroused.
After a few moments, I decided it was time to head back - the night air was a little cooler and I wanted the warmth of my fireplace. As I walked, I felt strangely self conscious, even though no pedestrians were in sight. Perhaps it's the wet warmth between my legs that's creeping its way down my thighs with every step I took.
I got back to my apartment building and walked up the dark stairs to my unit. As soon as I opened my door, felt a rough warm hand over my mouth who pushed me roughly through the door with his body weight against my back. I opened my mouth to scream or try to bite, and I felt his large frame quickly shift, his lips against my ear. "You behave, or you will regret it".
With that, the door closed behind us and I desperately squirmed to get out of his hold. It was no use - he was so strong and steadfast in place. I was completely physically overpowered. My mind raced. That gray sweater feels soft and that musk is familiar - is it someone I know? What's the logical way to get out of this situation? Think Sonia, think.
The more I squirmed, the tighter was his hold on my mouth and around my body - I could barely make an audible noise or move my arms. My neck was starting to hurt and I was losing hope. He spoke above a whisper this time. "I saw your pink nipples through your blouse and the way you opened your legs. You need to be fucked by a man."
I froze for a couple of seconds, my mind unable to figure out what I should do next. He must have took it as a sign of compliance and his hand around my body slid down to my thigh, gave it a firm squeeze. I never felt someone's hand and fingers envelop and grab my thigh that completely. He huskily grunted.
"Mm."
His hand continued downwards and his middle finger landed squarely on my pussy. He slid his entire middle finger down the length of my pussy, on top of the silky skirt and whispered.
"I bet you can't wait until I finger fuck you."
I snapped out of the trance and squirmed and fought back now that one of my arms is free. I tried to grab his hair, claw his eyes, anything I can land my fingernails on, knowing this is my last line of defense. He stiffened and grabbed my free arm with his hand, brought it down and regained his dominance as he pushed me over to my kitchen. He let my body go, but quickly grabbed one of my kitchen knives on the counter. I froze again.
"If you wore any panties, I could have stuffed them into your month, but I guess I'll have to shut you up another way... You behave, or you will regret it."
That phrase cut into my mind, and I softened my stance.
"Ok.. ok.. Please, don't hurt me."
I looked at him with pleading eyes. It's the first time I've seen his face, and he is an attractive, tall guy in his 20's or 30's. Dark blonde hair, unreadable brown eyes with a heavy brow. If the situation was different, I could have gone on a date with him.
"Don't scream. Don't fight me. Do what I tell you to... It would be a shame to see a scar on your pretty face next time."
Wait, next time? What?
"Understood?"
I nodded quickly... "Yes."
"Take off your blouse and skirt."
I didn't move and he advanced towards me about an inch with the knife still pointed at me.
"Take off your blouse and skirt."
