The weather had turned colder, and the wind was whipping the silver clouds all around the December sky. Delilah looked out the den window and shivered at how cold it looked. She was dressed in her old pale blue sweats and sneakers. The sweatshirt was worn and stretched out around the neck, but she loved the way the fleece inside felt against her bare breasts as her nipples rubbed back and forth with her movements.
It was early afternoon, and Delilah decided she would climb into the attic, retrieve her Christmas decorations, and do some decorating before getting ready for her night out to her office Christmas party. She went upstairs and pulled down the attic door and ladder and climbed up. It was pretty chilly in the attic, even with the heat from the house seeping through the weathered boards. She waded through the clutter and boxes she had been promising herself to straighten up since last New Years. Finally, she found the boxes of tinsel, lights and decorations and began rummaging through them to see which items she wanted to take down with her.
As Delilah sat among the boxes, she stopped to listen when she thought she heard sounds like someone moving about downstairs. She waited for a moment and then returned to her chore, laughing at herself for being a little spooked. However, it was a little eerie up there with the dim light and the shadows playing along the walls.
She didn’t hear him though, as he moved up the attic stairs and squatted behind the boxes to watch her. He sat there for a few minutes letting his eyes adjust to the half dark environment. Her scent wafted across the room and up his nostrils. With a deep silent breath, he breathed her in and felt his temperature rise along with the bulge in his jeans. He clinched the long silk scarf in his gloved left hand and plotted his path to her. He moved swiftly up behind her, and in one graceful movement brought her up to stand with his left arm around her and his right hand firmly over her mouth. He pulled her back against him hard.
She gasped as he grabbed her, but before she could scream, he had covered her mouth. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest, and her mind was screaming, “No! No! Let me go!” She struggled in vain to free herself from his hold. Her muffled words were merely unintelligible noises. Delilah stopped struggling and fear gripped her. She froze.
Once she was still, he leaned his head down and whispered into her hair, “Sshhh.” Outside she was still, but inside her blood raced to her pounding heart, her nerve endings tingled and her mind screamed. He moved his left hand down to her abdomen while his right remained tightly over her mouth, he then moved the left up under her sweatshirt and to her breasts. She felt the cold leather of the glove move up her skin and over her nipples. The silk scarf trailed along behind it. He kneaded her right breast and then the left.
“mmfff..” The sound escaped from her covered mouth as he pinched her right nipple. Her body betrayed her as her nipple responded to the intruder’s attention. It rose hard and erect.
He removed his hand from under her shirt and brought it up to her face. He brushed her cheek with the scarf. “Sshhhh.” He said again, and taking the scarf in his right hand as well, he pulled her chin down gently opening her mouth enough to slide the scarf through. He wrapped the long scarf around the back of her head and brought it back around making another pass to cover her eyes with it and then tied it behind her. He removed his gloves. She knew it was pointless to try to scream with the scarf in her mouth, and that his powerful form would prevent her from escaping. She resigned herself to her fate. All she could do was let it happen and pray he would let her live afterwards.
He sensed her surrender and in a low gentle whispering voice, he began speaking Spanish to her. There was a vague familiarity about his voice, but she couldn’t recognize it fully. Again bracing her against his chest with his arm, he guided her to the wall and pushed her gently against it and held her in place with his body. Her arms were at her sides and her face, turned to the left, lay flat against the cold rough wall. She felt him brush her hair away from her face and move his lips to her ear. He suckled her earlobe and tongued her ear. Again he whispered words in his language. But they were beautiful words, and he said them in a low gentle voice. His hands moved over her shoulders and down her arms until his hands met hers and he laced his fingers through her fingers. Again, he spoke beautiful words to her, and she became aware of his bulge pushing against her buttocks. She was still frightened, but her fear for her life was gone, and some of the tension in her body had eased.
His fingers still laced with hers, he moved her arms upward, and bending them 90 degrees at the elbow, he placed her palms against the cold drywall. She knew to leave them there. He then moved his hands to the bottom of her sweatshirt and worked the shirt up until it was under her armpits and her bare breasts were pressed flat upon the wall. He moved his lips down from her ear to her neck and kissed the hollow on the side and nipped it lightly. Then he moved his mouth to her back and began a path down to the waistband of her sweatpants. Hot, wet, open mouth kisses covered her back as his hands stayed planted firmly on her hips.
Delilah’s fear was lessening more and more. She didn’t feel threatened anymore. Strangely, she felt wanted. She didn’t feel like this was intended to be a rape. It felt more like she was in the presence of a lover. His movements and words were sensual and romantic, not lewd and demanding. He was seducing her with his words and his actions, not raping her.
She felt him hook his thumbs in her waistband and pull her sweats down to her ankles; carefully lifting each foot, he removed them. He then stood and removed her shirt. Delilah stood clad only in her blue thong and sneakers. She shivered as the cold air in the attic enveloped her nakedness. He turned her around to face him. He didn’t touch her, but he was so near she could feel the heat radiating from his body. He kissed her cheek and took her hand, leading her to an old recliner. He sat her down and she heard him as he knelt in front of her.
There was silence for a moment, and she wondered what was going to happen next. She didn’t know he was looking at her body. He was admiring her full round breasts and how they lay with the nipples hard and crimson rising from the areola. His gaze followed the slope of her abdomen to the patch of material covering her womanhood, and down the long slender curves of her thighs and calves. She heard him laugh quietly and then, he removed her sneakers.
She jumped slightly as she felt his hot breath wash across her breast and his wet tongue sweep across her rigid nipple. He closed his mouth over it and tugged lightly with his teeth. She gasped. She knew she shouldn’t respond, but her body wanted her to. He was seducing her body. She arched her back involuntarily as he sucked the nipple deeper into his mouth and his right hand massaged her other breast.. His mouth continued to work over both her tits with a loving hunger. There was nothing rough or brash about his assault. He took his time and made every effort to stimulate her more.
Delilah’s mind was reeling; first the fear, then the sensual sensations. She was torn between her mind’s rejection of the situation and her body’s need for his touch to continue.
He began to move his mouth lower. Down over her abdomen and stopping just above her panties, his tongue swept hot wet circles on her skin. His hands pulled her hips forward until she was sitting on the edge of the chair.
