The Intruder 48

This is how exciting my life is: it's a quiet Thursday evening, my wife's away on a business trip, and I'm just listening to a podcast while tidying the kitchen. To be honest, it doesn't really need it. I'm just avoiding some work that I probably should have started by now. Productive procrastination - we've all been there.

Everything's been washed and cleaned, even the oven. Ah, the Tupperware cupboard. Open it up and an avalanche of the stuff comes falling out - the remnants of a year's worth of takeaways.

In amongst it is a cake holder I remember belonged to one of my neighbours - I've been meaning to take that back.

I look at the clock - it's dark but it's only half past eight. I look out the living room window; her living room light's on... I could wait til tomorrow... ah fuck it, I'll take it over now. Why not? Just drop it off and then it's out of my way and I can finish this job and then

definitely

get on with my work.

My neighbour, Emma... she's in her mid 40s, about 5'6", plump, really cute face with bright eyes and a cheeky smile, shoulder length dark brown hair, nice sized boobs, not the greatest arse but looks good in certain dresses and skirts - yeah, I confess I've checked her out when I've seen her walking to her car. She's divorced with a teenage daughter and always seems slightly stressed out, but will always have a laugh when you chat to her on the street. You definitely get the impression she'd be really fun in bed.

Yeah, I'll take the Tupperware over.

'Hi, Chris! You ok?'
'Yeah, sorry to drop in so late - was just cleaning out the kitchen and found this.'
'Oh god I'd forgotten you had that - you needn't have worried. Thanks for bringing it over.'
'No problem! Sarah's away and I'm avoiding the work I

should

be doing.'

'Ha ha, yeah I'm doing the same to be honest. Molly's at her dad's tonight and I'm just rattling around... you want to come in for a cuppa?'
'Oh! Are you sure? I don't want to crash your evening...'

'Not at all, come in - I'll put the kettle on.'

So we're sat in the living room. I'm in the armchair in jeans and a jumper. She's on the sofa wearing loose lounge trousers and a hoodie. I can tell she's taken her bra off for the night but I try not to look. They're only breasts, for god's sake - stop being a hornyteenager. It smells faintly of sandalwood in here, which I love - I think she's a bit of an old wannabe hippy like me. We just chat generally about work, her kid, we laugh about the latest neighbourhood watch drama...

And then there's a noise.

Definitely not a fox in the bins, or something falling over in the garden. This was something rattling the back door; the sound of the door opening. We both get up, Emma calling 'Molls is that you?' But uncertain... why would she have come through the back door?

It wasn't her daughter. It was a man, all in black combat gear, with a balaclava and some sort of black mask over his eyes. He's pointing a handgun at us.

Emma gives a strangled scream and I put my arms around her. And a muffled voice says,

'Stay quiet. Don't scream. Don't move.'

'It's ok,' I say, my heart pounding. 'We're not going to do anything. You don't need to do anything. Just go now and it'll all be ok.' It'll all be ok? What the hell was that?

'Back through there,' he says - and motions towards the living room. We back up, neither of us sure whether to look at the floor or the gun or the blank space where his face would have been.

'Sit down.'

We sit on the sofa. He stands before us, by the fireplace, the gun at his hip, pointing at us. I can hear Emma's breathing, shaky. I can hear my heart pounding. The waiting seems to last forever.

And then he says, slowly,

'Kiss her.'

Emma's breath catches. Her whole body stiffens. 'What?'

'Kiss her. I'm not going to ask again.'

He raises the gun a little. I look at Emma, both of us with panic in our eyes. I shake my head slightly as if to say, "I don't know what to do." She's frozen. In the end I whispered to her, 'It's ok.' I move closer, and kiss her gently on the cheek.

'Do it properly,' says the voice.

Again I look at her, try to convey some sort of reassurance. I say, 'Ok?'

She breaths deeply, her face tightened, and she quickly nods.

I move closer again, and kiss her softly on the lips, lingering slightly.

'More.'

And we're kissing. Softly, our breath shivering out of us.

'Tongues.'

And we do. We're kissing deeply, our tongues wrapping around each other. I can still taste the tea she'd been drinking. Her mouth is warm. It's not passion, but it feels good. I guess it feels like something to focus on other than the gun. We pull apart.

'Now take your tops off.'

'Wait a minute,' I say. 'You don't need to do this. You could just go and this would all be over.'

'Take your tops off. Both of you. Now.'

And we do. I lift my t-shirt off quickly, almost defiantly. Emma is slower to take her hoodie off, and sits holding her upper arms, covering her naked breasts. I'd fantasised about seeing her naked for ages but right now I'm just angry at this bastard for making her feel so scared and ashamed.

'Show them to him.'

'Fucking stop this,' I shout, and before I knew what was happening he's taken two strides towards me and hit me on the side of the head with the butt of the gun. The pain shoots through my skull like a firework; ringing in my ears; stars in my peripheral vision. I close my eyes and grimace, willing the pain to subside, and I become aware of him saying, calmly, 'Shut up... and do what I tell you to do.'

I can feel Emma's hand on my leg. I open my eyes and she's looking at me, crying, a pleading look on her face. 'It's ok,' she says - to him but looking at me, 'I'll do it.'

She sits up straight, and puts her arms by her sides. I look straight in her eyes, but he says,

'Look at them.'

I blink slowly, my head still spinning, and open my eyes to look at her breasts. They're just as I'd imagined - soft, smooth, sagging just a little, about a C or D cup, with dark pink nipples hardening slightly from the cool air of the room. They're beautiful, and I find my cock stiffening in my jeans. What the hell is happening?

'Do you like them?' he asks, in that cold monotone.

I keep looking at Emma's bare chest, ashamed but also excited. 'Yes.'

'Kiss them.'

My eyes shoot up to meet Emma's. She takes a deep breath, and nods.

I lean forward on the sofa and start kissing the soft flesh of her breasts, kissing down to the nipples and sucking on them a little. Her skin smells so good.

'Get get on top of her.' Then, to Emma, 'You, lie back.'

She does so, awkwardly, her feet still on the floor, and I lie with her so I can feel her belly against my chest as I kiss and suck on her tits. I put my arms around her waist, and hope she can't feel my erection pressing against her thigh.

'Now undress her. Take the rest off.'

I am still in a daze - not just from the pain in my skull but from fear and confusion as well. I feel my fingers wrap around the waistband of both her lounge trousers and her knickers. I feel myself sliding down to kneel on the floor, taking her clothes with me, pulling them down, taking her feet out, leaving her completely naked and exposed on the sofa.

'Please,' she says, 'why are you doing this?'

And he says, in the most chilling voice, 'I want to watch.'

I'm kneeling on the floor in front of her, part of me so angry at the Intruder, part of me upset for my neighbour, and part of me thinking how great she looks naked. Her legs are long, with thick thighs, and soft, smooth skin dimpled by a little cellulite where her thighs flatten ever so slightly against the sofa. I can see the triangle of light brown pubic hair in her groin, just below the softness of her belly.

'Spread your legs, and let him lick you.'

She lets out a gentle cry, and I say, 'It's ok, Emma. It's ok. It's me. I'm here.' I can see she's lifted an arm up to cover her eyes. Slowly, she parts her thighs, lifting one leg up onto the sofa, the other foot still on the floor. And I can see her pussy, a dark pink, lips protruding just a little, and I lean forward, spreading her thighs just a little more so that I can get my face close... and I start to lick her. I'm on my knees, licking my neighbour's cunt, gently touching the tip of my tongue to it at first, but slowly pressing more firmly.

'More.'

My hands move up to spread her thighs further and to part her lips. My tongue finds its way past her labia and into her hole, tasting her pussy juices, tangy but sweet at the same time. I realise that I'm pushing my tongue deeper inside, then up to flick her clit. Am I doing this for his benefit? For hers? For mine?

'Finger her.'

I raise a hand to my mouth, wet my middle finger, and gently slide it inside her while I'm still sucking and licking at her clit. i hear the tiniest moan, and I look up her body, over the smooth curve of her belly, seeing her boobs parted on her chest as it rises and falls with her breathing, and her mouth open slightly. I curve my finger towards me to press against her g-spot. What the hell am I doing? This shouldn't be sexy. Maybe I'm trying to make it as pleasurable for her as possible.

'That's it. Keep going.'

And I do. I'm licking her clit and moving my fingers in and out of her. I'm using two fingers. She's starting to moan softly, breathing getting stronger, she's moving her hips against me, shifting her position so I can get my fingers to exactly where she wants them. I'm working my fingers faster and harder in and out of her cunt, her juices running over my palm and down my wrist, my tongue lapping hungrily, tasting her...

'Cum for him now.'

... and she moans louder, gasping in between, louder, harder, a guttural, shuddering groan as her pussy tightens around my fingers, her core and thighs spasm slightly as she twitches on the sofa, cumming for me, cumming on my hand, my tongue... and she slows, we both slow, we both realise what has happened, and soon the only sound is of the two of us catching our breath. I look up at her again, and she still has her arm over her eyes. I wish I knew what she was thinking.

'Now get undressed and lie on the floor.'

I look to him. He's still just standing exactly where he was, the gun pointing at me from his hip. He waves the gun a little. I stand, undo my belt and jean buttons, pull my jeans, boxers and socks off in one go, and lie straight down on the floor, on my back. I'm shaking a little with adrenaline, but also I feel ashamed that my cock is so very hard, and I can see the precum glistening on the tip, revealing how turned on I am by this whole terrible situation.

'You get on the floor now and suck him.'

I think somehow we both knew this would be next. I don't know what to do. Do I watch her? Do I try and catch her eye, give some sort of comfort? Or do I let her do it with as little of an audience as possible? I decide to mirror what she did, and lay my arm over my eyes. I don't want to betray any hint in my face that I might actually be enjoying this, that I might be excited about what's about to happen.

I hear her kneel beside me. My breathing catches slightly as she takes my cock in her hand. And then her mouth is around me. Oh god, it feels so good - I moan, I can't help it. I'm ashamed and I hold the next moans back, but her soft, warm mouth is working its way down my shaft, her tongue wrapping around, and it feels so good, better than I'd ever imagined. She doesn't take me all the way in, but that's fine. She works slowly, up and down, getting wetter and wetter by the second. I sneak a look. The curve of her arse into the thickness of her thighs, her boobs hanging down, the fold of her slight belly, the side view of her face with her lips wrapped around my glistening cock, her hand around the base, and she looks at me, oh god she's looking at me, and she pulls away to catch breath, gasping, but wanking me hard, sliding over the spit and precum that covers my dick, and she's looking into my eyes as she's breathing heavily. I'm so turned on I know I'm not going to last long 'Fuck,' I moan...

'Wait, don't cum yet. Get on top and sixty-nine him.'

She stops and looks at me, a moment of lucidity as we remember the situation we're in, and I can see her eyes welling up. I reach for her hand and say, 'It's ok, it's ok - I'm here, we're going to be ok.' She takes my hand and smiles weakly, then slowly turns around and straddles my chest.

I reach my arms around her waist, pulling my head up to meet her cunt, and I start to lick. No clit this time, just deep in her hole, up and down the slit of her cunt. It's enough to keep me distracted from how amazing her mouth feels around my cock, and to stop me cumming so quickly, but she's moaning as she sucks me, and I'm trying desperately not to cum, and I'm darting my tongue in and out of her, and she's moaning harder, sucking and licking my cock deeper... oh fuck I'm licking up towards her arsehole, and I can see the Intruder stood looking at us, unmoving... my tongue starts to probe her tight little bud and she stops sucking, lifts her head and gasps, I hear her say 'Oh my god...'

'Keep sucking.'

And she does, she sucks me deeper and faster, wanking me at the same time, and I'm reaching round to rub her clit as my tongue moves over her arsehole, her cunt, back and forth between them. I feel her bucking her hips against my mouth, pressing back against me, and he must have noticed because I hear him say,

'Now sit up and fuck his face.'

And in what feels like one movement Emma has sat up, turned around, and started riding my face, my tongue alternately flattening against the sopping wetness of her cunt and hardening to move inside it, her clit rubbing against my lips. I can feel the roughness of her hair against me as she fucks my mouth faster, and I'm looking up to see her beautiful body wobbling as she takes what she needs from my tongue until finally she starts to cum again, moaning louder now, this time even more juices leaking out of her, into my mouth, over my face, and she's shuddering and gasping as she slows, slows, and stops. She moves back, still straddling my chest. She looks down at me, that same look as before, the same thing I feel, not knowing whether we're turned on or violated.

'Stand up. Both of you.'

Slowly, our legs shaking, we get to our feet, facing each other, looking into each other's eyes with determination: we're going to get through this.

'Face me.'

We do. He looks us up and down, assessing us, deciding what to make us do next.

'You're going to fuck now. And you're going to enjoy it. Clear?'

Quietly, ashamed again, we both say, 'Yes.' But I know part of me wants this.

'Missionary. You, lie on the sofa.'

She does. I keep my eyes on him, challenging him even though I know we've already lost.

'Now

fuck her

.' He spits these words out slowly, aggressively. And I turn to face Emma, lying on the sofa. She's lying flat on her back along the length of the sofa, but when I approach she lifts her knees and spreads her legs for me. I'm between her thighs now, reaching down to guide my cock into her. I look into her eyes. Again, 'It's ok. We're going to get through this.'

'I know,' she says. 'It's alright, you can do it.'

And suddenly I'm inside her. She's so wet that every inch of my cock has slid all the way into her soft, warm pussy, and we both let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. She feels so good around my cock, and her thighs feel so good against me, her body looks amazing as I start to move in and out, her belly and breasts bouncing, the light in her eyes as she looks deep into mine, breathing deeply and moaning when I thrust deeper.

'Tell her how it feels'

'Oh god, it feels so good. It feels so good.'

'Tell him how much you want this.'

'I do. Fuck, Chris, I want this so badly.'

'Tell him to do it to you. Tell him to fuck you hard.'

'Do it to me, Chris. Fuck me, oh fuck me really fucking hard.'

And I do. I'm fucking her so hard, I lean down to kiss her as she wraps her legs around me, and I can hear her saying 'Yes, yes it feels so good,' and I'm taking her ankles in my hands and lifting her legs up so I can get deeper into her, pounding her cunt with everything I've got, both of us moaning and gasping with every thrust.

She's reaching down to rub her clit, and I know I'm not going to last long. 'I'm getting close,' I groan, and I hear the Intruder say,

'Cum inside her.'

Emma looks at me, deep into my eyes and almost commands, 'Do it, Chris. Cum for me. Cum inside me.'

'Oh fuck, Emma...'

'Do it, Chris. I want it. Cum with me now. Cum with me!'

'Oh god, oh fuck, Emma I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh fuck I'm cumming!'

And both of us shouting, not holding back at all, our bodies slamming together as we orgasm, her cunt pulsating around my cock as I shoot my hot spunk deep inside her, thrusting and shuddering as I unload every last drop.

Slowing now. Gasping, catching our breath, falling into her arms, both of us sweating and exhausted, holding each other close. Is it over? Are we free?

When we're brought back to Earth, we look to the Intruder.

He slowly puts his gun into a pocket on his jacket, and without a word, he turns, walks out the room, and we hear him leave by the back door.

We sit up, shocked at what has happened. What now? Do we call the police?

'Are you ok?' I ask.

'I'm ok. Are you?'

'Yeah, don't worry about me. Are you hurt? I'm so sorry, Emma.'

'No no, you were... you were great. I felt safe with you.'

'I didn't know what to do.'

'Neither did I. But we're still here, we're still alive. Shit, your head! We should get some ice on that or something.'

'Oh fuck, to be honest I'd forgotten about it. I'm fine. I just... I can't believe I did that to you.'

'And I did it to you, too, remember?'

'I guess, but...'

'But what?'

'But... I guess it's not so bad for me because... well, it's you isn't it! I've always... liked you.'

'Well I've always liked you, too.' She takes a deep breath. 'Look, I've fantasised about doing... stuff... with you for ages. Don't get me wrong, I didn't imagine it happening like

this

. But I did imagine it happening.'

And a terrible thought occurs to me.

'Do you think the police would believe us? And do you think my wife would believe us?'

'I think... Well nobody round here has doorbell cameras or anything... I guess there's no way of knowing that you didn't just come over and we... you know?'

'I guess.'

And so we keep it to ourselves. We get better locks for Emma's back door. And sometimes, when my wife's away and Emma's alone in her house, I go over to keep her company, make sure she's safe. And we enjoy each other, on our own terms.