In the days following her first visit to the House, her frustration and desire had increased and multiplied in magnitude with each passing moment. Each second was an agony; years of unfulfilled desire and need had built up into a tidal wave of unrequited passion. She had lasted for a whole week, until, unable to stand it any more, she found herself, standing here, at the bottom of the drive looking up at the house. He was there, standing in the window silhouetted against a soft glow from within. She shivered and heart felt like it would burst through chest. A heady mix of fear and excitement was rippling through her body. She tried desperately to control the panic like feelings that was pushing up from the pit of her stomach. For a moment, she nearly turned and ran, but God, she needed it so badly.
She stepped forward, and then stopped, her fear rose up, so strong, for a second she thought she vomit. She closed her eyes, and took several slow deep breaths in a bid to get a grip. Steeling herself, she stepped forward again and this time, she continued walking slowly up the driveway, towards the House. He continued to stand in the window for a few seconds and then he turned and disappeared into the House.
Soon she was standing before the front door, which was wide open this time and she paused for a second. Well last chance to turn back, she told herself. She stepped over the doorstep and into the house, and walked down the passageway towards glow, which was coming from the same room as before. There were changes, there seemed to be less rubbish and debris on the floor this time. She reached its end of the passage, and turned to face into the room. Christ, she was going to faint, but the dizziness passed quickly when saw that the room was empty, well not quite empty.
Puzzled she stood in doorway looking into it. Well, where is he? The big high back chair was pushed into the corner, and the table, now clear of clutter, was in the centre of the room. As before, the room was lit with a large number of candles, and there was a fire burning in the grate of the fireplace. But of her mysterous stranger there as no sign, at least not yet. She stepped into the room, and waited.
Suddenly she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, and a tingle race down her spine. She froze as she sensed the movement behind her and Jill forced herself not to turn, to stand still and wait. She desperately held down the instinct to urge to panic and run, to get out of there before it was too late.
Now she could hear his breathing and then, she felt it, like a soft breeze on the back of her neck. He was close now, the sound of his deep steady breathing loud, as her adrenaline senses amplified the sound in her mind.
Slowly, and still not turning, Jill shrugged off her coat and allowed it to fall to the floor. She hoped he liked the way she had dressed, gone was the long thick woollen and sensible skirt, to be replaced with a short tight black skirt, and a white cotton blouse to match. She still wore her knee length boots, but this time had added fishnet hold-ups to complete the look. She had hope briefly that her husband would have noticed, even made a comment, she had almost screamed at him, the dear stupid man. If only he had reacted, she would be here, now, with this stranger.
Despite the heat of the room, Jill found herself shivering, as she stood there and waited. For a while, it seemed like ages, nothing happened, just the sound of his breathing behind her and the gentle sensation of his breath on the back of her neck. But just when she felt she couldn't stand it any longer, and was about to turn on him, she felt a touch. One of his hands had touched her, and she jumped and nearly let out a scream, she was so tightly wound up. His hand stroked down her arm, and then down and around her waist, before resting on her bum.
She felt his breath on the nape of her neck closer now, and then a kiss, followed by more kisses, and then a lick. Jill breathed deeply and closed her eyes as she tried to relax. His touch, while light, sent little shocks of excitement up and down her spin and between her legs, she almost orgasm there and then. With both his hands, He caressed and stroking her waist, and moved down to her thighs and back around to her bum, squeezing and caressing each cheek. She felt a moist warm feeling between her legs burst into a ragging fire, which began to spread upwards as he kissed the side of her neck and then nibbled one of her ear lobes. She felt something hard pressing into her bum cheeks, and instinctively pushed back against it.
This continued for a few more minutes, and then gently but firmly, he began to push Jill further into the room. She allowed herself to be pushed up against the table, and then, as he applied pressure to the back of her neck, to be bent down across the table. His hands ran down her back, and caressed her bum once more, before he steped away. Again, she resisted the desire to look around, and instead, closed her eyes, and waited. She could hear him moving, and then coming closer again.
She felt him take hold of one of her hands, and then pull across to the edge of the table, and then something, a thick cord, was wrapped around her wrist. He's tying me down, she realised. A burst of panicky excitement rose up, and whilst she fought hard to control it, the sane sensible side of her was screaming at her to get out while she could. As he repeated the process with the other hand, she pushed the panic down and tried to make her breathing slow and steady.
Now both of her arms stretched out in front of her, tied down, with her head between her outstretched arms. She sense he was standing in front of her and she opened her eyes. They widened in surprise as she saw that he was already naked. Was he wearing that ski mask again, she asked herself? She glanced up, yes he was. In a way, she was little disappointed, because she wanted to see what her dark attacker looked like, but also excited, it made him appear mysterious and dangerous. She glanced back down and gasped silently. He was so big; perhaps it was just her imagination, but then she had only ever experienced her husbands cock before.
He moved, running his hand down her back, paused to stroke and caress her bum again, before he moved away and then came back. Standing behind her, he dropped down to his knees and ran one of his hands down Jill's thigh, and on down her leg, sending more shivering waves of fear and excitement tingling through her. When he reached her ankle, he gripped it and moved her foot up against the table leg. She could feel him tying her ankle to the leg of the table. Then he ran his hand back up her leg, pushing her skirt up a little higher. Jill heard a sharp intake of breathe, as he realised that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. His hand lingered for a second at the top of her thigh, before moving over to the other side.
Jill was disappointed and desperate; she wanted him to touch her, to end her suffering and frustration. Couldn't see how wet she was? She wanted to scream at him, tell him. Instead she remained silent as his hand slid down her other leg, which while not unpleasant, simply served to fan the smouldering heat between her legs. Again, he gripped her ankle and moved it to the table leg, and secured it there. Jill could still move a little, but there was no possibility of escape now, he could do what ever he liked to her now and this thought almost pushed over the edge again, before he'd even done anything to her. He took his hands away, and she could just feel his breath on her bare thighs.
Oh please, please do something, pleaded Jill inside her head, but the minutes ticked into what seemed to be an eternity. He just knelt there looking at the vision in front of him, he wanted savoure the feelings raging inside of him, part of him screamed at him to fuck her, to force his cock in, to rape her. But he wanted it to last; he wanted to feel her, to taste her and to feel her climax. He lent forward and kissed her thigh, and felt her shiver at his touch. Then he kissed the other fishnet clad thigh, and then moved slowly upwards, kissing each side alternately and pushing Jill skirt up and over her arse cheeks.
Finally he reached Jill's cheeks, he kissed the left and then right, ran his hands up and down her legs, and then began to kiss and lick his way inward. The air was full of the scent of her arousal; the atmosphere was so laden with it, they could both taste it. She wanted to beg him, to plead with him, call him all the names under the sun, to make him touch her properly.
He breathed deeply, savouring the sweet aroma that was emanating from Jill's glistening wet pussy. Pulling back slightly, he examined it for a second. He'd never seen one so beautiful, the lips parted slightly, then there at the bottom, the little rosebud of her clitoris peeking, dark pink and swollen. He lent forward and blew gently across her wet petals, and he saw a slight shaking, and heard a little whimper of frustration. Again he blew, a little bit harder this time, and again, her pussy lips quivered.
