With her with her hands handcuffed behind her back and lying on the left side of the bed in her bath robe, the single sudden gut dropping thought occurred to Jeff:
What is the end of this?
"Jack, please don't rape me. You don't want to do this. If you proceed, there's no good way out of this."
"I know" admitting to her and himself that the thought just hadn't occurred until a few moments ago.
"So, let me get this straight. Please, just bear with me, Jack.."
"Okay, ask away."
"You see me at the gas station. You like what you see. You help a damsel in distress and then you simply decide you're going to go fuck her regardless of the consequences?"
"I'm married, for God's sake, Jack! I'm fucking married!" as she finished, she elevated her voice at him mildly. He just sat there on her makeup table stool with his elbows on his knees, shaking his head up and down.
"I know. Pretty fucked up idea, right? That's not exactly the way it played out in my head, but close enough."
"What did I miss, Jack? The part about you wanting to fuck a married woman or the part about you raping me and going to jail until your 45 year old?"
"Well, when I took you to the car, I couldn't help but notice everything about you. You didn't shy away from me when I put my coat on top of us; you didn't seem to budge as my legs and half-hard dick rubbed the bottom of your bare ass; when you turned around, you sure didn't mind being nose to nose to me, with your tits touching mine, and with your hand on my thumping heart."
"So, is it my fault you're here, Jack?"
She leaned back with her neck arched back and touching the head board, "Jack, Jack, Jack. I was flirting with you, not wanting you to crash my house and rape me."
"So, are you telling me, if I never did this and I saw you in town or at the store often enough, that some sort of relationship would eventually happen, with you and me, even if out of sight, making love?"
"Jack, again, I'm married. Happily married."
"Well, let's see. What happens if I just walk out the door? You call the cops..."
"I won't..."
"Yes, yes you will!" he demanded. "And then, if I do take advantage of you, you're going to call the cops..."
"Yes, I will."
"You know, some guys who do this end up killing the bitch to keep her mouth shut..."
"Jack! You bastard..." she screamed!
"Look, I was just running my mouth..." he interrupted! "And besides, you're not a bitch and I'm not one of those monsters]\."
He sat on the bed right up against her, knowing she couldn't go anywhere, but not trusting her without the cuffs on *and* behind her back.
"Here's the deal. I'm sort of in a fix, wouldn't you say?"
She acknowledge him just by nodding her head in silence and looking at her feet. She knew she what already is a bad situation, could be a real bad situation. But, for some reason, she was calm about it by now.
"Look, you didn't mind me being closer than this an hour and a half ago."
She looked up at him in confusion, not understanding why he didn't understand how, at the absolute very least, this is extremely awkward and would get him stoned to death in about 80 countries. She seemed resigned at that point. To get it over with and to move on in her life, somehow. She understood he meant her no ill will, that in his contorted and contrived way of thinking, this was his way of being able to touch elegance, something for which his normally shy and quite nature didn't allow.
By now, he's touching her lips with his index finger with his face an inch away from hers. "Remember, your finger was on my chest?"
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When he pulled at her lip with his teeth, she sighed. He couldn't tell if it was fear, resignation, or lust. He could tell, the way the conversation had gone, that she had some sort of feelings, if nothing more than liking the way he looked when they were at the store. He could just feel that vibe off of her.
With extreme trust, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she didn't really push it back, attempt to bite, or take it. Then, all of a sudden...she let him in.
He stood up, knocking his shoes off and taking his pants off, while pulling his shirt up, up, and off. Naked he stood. 6'1" and a trimmed 20 year old. Not a six pack, but absolutely not an ounce of fat, either. His pecks showed his alertness with his nipples stiff. Her eyes flowed down to his waist and then his dick. It was a solid 5 and a half inches. Really nicely formed, almost as good as a dildo, she thought.
Thinking to herself, she had to admit, if it was going to happen, if she was actually going to be raped at any point in her short existence, this is about as easy for it to happen, so far, as possible. Jack, sat back down beside her. He looked right into her eyes as his hand cupped her perfect C-cup right breast. It was as if he could see the "permission," if you wanted to call it permission. He could see she was either resigned, at this point, or about half willing. He couldn't help but think to himself, maybe by half way, she'll be begging; and then how "wishful thinking"had got him this far in trouble, maybe trusting himself is not what he should do anymore.
Her hair was incredible. She had just finished fixing it. He could smell how fresh she was as he leaned in for another touch of her lips with his and touching her ribs and tracing down to the loose knot for the rob. He gently pulled the knot loose and exposed her incredible breast for the first time and then glancing down, he could see her washboard tummy leading him down to her bare pussy.
He grinned.
She braced herself by taking a breath and holding it as his lips touched her right tit.
She noticed her left tit, how it was erect and the nipple was hard as a brick. She was in as much horror as humor. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this in these circumstances. It made no sense, but her hormones were starting to rage; or had her hormones been raging the whole time and she didn't even recognize it. At that moment, mentally checking herself, she sort of just moved her legs, cocking her left leg out and bending her knee, pulling her foot to her other knee. Horror or humor, but her slit was not moist, it was wet.
He had her robe pulled down in the back, totally exposing her front. She was gorgeous. In the morning light, with the ambiance coming through the closed shades, it threw an amber colored hue on her olive skin. As he kissed around her neck, he took the sheets from under her and threw them back out of the way.
"These handcuffs are going to get seriously in the way, aren't they?" she groaned...
"Well, you let me deal with that inconvenience." Then, at that moment, he thought, they aren't coming off, but they can come loose long enough to get the robe off of her.
He had her roll over and after explaining what he was doing, summed it up, by explaining "I don't want to hurt you, but I will. Don't *make me* hurt you." She just complied, knowing he was much stronger and faster, that at this junction, it was going to be much easier just to do it. After getting the robe off, he quickly locked her hands back together in the cuffs, as if she had the strength to do something about being free for that moment.
After rolling her back, her tits still up, nipples still hard as bricks, his dick just has hard as a pipe, he took his dick in his hand and traced it over her left tit, her breathing became heavy.
"If I didn't know better, I would almost say you're enjoying this, ma'am." and with that, tracing his dick on her neck. She said real quietly, "I told you to call me Sarah." It was almost sultry, but almost choked up, but she said it.
He heard it, but he decided to file it back for the time being. Not to think into what she said too much. But, on the surface, it sure sounded like she made the same statement with the same intent, flirtation, as at the gas station. He nearly came all over her neck and chest just thinking about it.
She was doing all she could to keep from grinning a little, but she kept her face straight and humble.
He kissed down her stomach as she laid back on the pillows, still with her hands behind her. Then, she opened her legs to him willingly and the scent of sex was in the air. He knew he had something going, she was soaked. He licked cum all around her pussy, deciding to go for the kill later, while kissing all the way up her legs to her knees. She was enjoying it, but as he stared at her from the knee, she didn't let him know it. He moved up her leg and while licking between her pussy and her leg and then down between her anus and her pussy, he could hear her whimper.
She realized she was absolutely hot. Uncontrollably hot, but somehow she had to figure out how to control it. All she knew, was his tongue was on her asshole and his finger was on her clit and she was about to explode. She wondered if, in the passion and confusion of it all, had she mistakenly let him know that she was going nuclear on him. She had no idea, but she had lifted her body in such a way that gave him the ass. He was all over it. She loved it when her husband licked, nibbled, caressed, and ate her ass as if it were a pussy. Jack was working it just like that, too. He was taking half her ass cheek in his mouth, tasting nothing but her incredibly luscious skin and cum from her pussy. At 25, her skin was taut and he was taking it! He loved how her ass cheek curved all the way back around and joined up with her leg. It was a delight in and of itself for him to kiss and caress that spot. She was more of a playground than that dress ever let on at the gas station!
In one move, he flipped her over on her front. She didn't let him know it, somehow which only God could understand, but she had already cum, drenching her pussy, anus, and crack. He didn't hear her cuming, so he just figured the excess wetness was the way things worked. Her hands were uncomfortably behind her, but his quick work had overcome the pain.
He sat straight up his knees and putting his hands on her hips like they were handle bars, raised her to her knees, but her head stayed down. He took his dick and slowly traced the crack of her ass. It was drenched in cum. He was starting to figure things out on her part, but he still was clouded by his judgement. He spent, to her, what seemed forever, before she spoke up...
