I was in the bath, just relaxing when it happened. And it happened so suddenly. One moment I was laying back in the water, enjoying the warmth and soapy bubbles lapping around my naked body and the next the window was opened abruptly from the outside.
I had the window open just a crack to let the steam out of the bathroom, as there was a problem with condensation. My flat was on a busy street and so I had heard noises, but they were just the usual noises of the outside at 9am on a Saturday morning. I had been oblivious to the sound of the ladder or the usual window cleaning noises, but now I looked there were soap suds on the glass and a bucket balanced on the window ledge.
As the window opened, I instinctively covered my breasts and sat up in the water.
"Excuse me?" I said. I saw a pair of legs, clad in jeans come in and step over the window sill. The man didn't answer. He didn't say anything at all in fact, he just closed the window. I was terrified. I was alone in the flat and knew no one would be back for hours. Besides, to keep myself safe I had locked the door from the inside. I screamed. The man turned and slapped a broad, workmans hand over my mouth.
"No need for that, love." He said. I looked up at him. He was fiftyish, short and overweight, with hairy arms and hairy hands but a completely bald head. I was sure that I had never seen him before, but he may well have been my window cleaner. Certainly I had seen somebody cleaning the apartment block windows. I tried to make a noise again, but his hand blocked all sound and I thrashed in the water to try and get away from his grip. "Shhh." He said, in a gentle voice. "I'm not going to hurt you." I stopped thrashing. "I've just been watching you, that's all." I was sure that I was going to be murdered and tried the different tactic of trying to manouver myself out of the bath, but his hand stayed over my mouth and the other pushed me effortlessly back down into the water. It was no good. He was much stronger than me. I began to cry. He smiled. "Don't cry, love." He said, not unkindly. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I've just been watching you and I think you're very pretty." I continued to weep. His crotch was at my head height and I could see he had an erection. "I just wanted to come and talk to you."
I sat in the water, unable to move, knowing that this man had complete power over me. He moved his free hand to cup my large, wet breasts.
"I have been watching you for a while," I shivered with distaste as he spoke, "and I find you absolutely beautiful." He rubbed the nipple of my left breast, and involuntarily I shivered a little from the pleasant sensations. My body was betraying me.
With one hand still over my mouth he pulled a silky, ladies scarf from his pocket and carefully, skilfully, gagged me with it. I tried to make noise again, but it was in vain. The gag did what he had intended it to. Now unable to make any noise, my only means of attracting attention was completely gone. Now with his hands free, he proceeded to lift me from the bath and lay me down on the carpeted bathroom floor. I struggled, but he was twice my size.
"No need to struggle, sweetheart." He said. "You won't get away. Just let me have what I want." And he pulled some nylon rope from a jacket pocket and tightly bound my hands in front of me. Tears were still rolling from my eyes but I knew he was going to rape me, no matter what. He left me laying on the bathroom floor and took off his jacket and teeshirt. He was disgustingly hairy, I noted. He pulled off his shoes and jeans, and I saw, clearly, the outline of his penis through his boxer shorts. He pulled those off and was fully naked, hairy as a baboon and hard.
He started off my kissing my breasts, and I shivered with disgust but he continued anyway, slowly kissing around the nipples and finally taking one and then the other into his mouth and sucking. I couldn't help but make a gasping sound as he did this, and he took it as encouragement.
"Your tits are beautiful." He croaked, and I closed my eyes, letting the feelings swell in my chest as he cupped the firm E-cups in his rough, manual workers hands and lapped at them. Despite myself, his efforts on my nipples were making me wet and my pussy pulsated, much to my shame, beneath me. He kissed down to my stomach and then, his lips arrived at my mound, freshly shaven only half an hour before and already prickling slightly with stubble burn where I hadn't had a chance to moisturise it. He licked the bald flesh and commented on the lack of hair. "Only sluts have bald cunts." He chuckled. "I guess I know what you are." He moved down, between my thighs and I eased my legs open for him. "Oh?" He laughed. "You want it now?" I made no effort to make a sound, I just let him do what he wanted to do. He parted my lips and, to my shame, found me wet. He licked from my anus to my clit and I shivered, my hips bucking involuntarily. He did it again and I let out a long moan through my gag. My clit felt huge and I needed it licked and sucked. He moved himself up on his knees and began to untie my hands. "If you want it then I guess there's no need for this." He smirked, and undid the rope. As soon as he did my hands were on the back of his head, forcing him down to lick my engorged clit. I groaned out, longingly and he didn't let me down, lapping at the hard bud like a cat at a bowl of cream. I moaned and groaned and bucked beneath him, knowing I would cum soon. The shame was all encompassing, knowing that I now wanted this fat old man to make me orgasm, but the feelings in my pussy were stronger than the feelings of shame and guilt and I was blinded suddenly when he plunged two, thick, sausage-like fingers straight into my cunt, right up to the knuckle. Simultaneously he sucked hard on my clit and I came, gushing on to his hand and groaning around the gag.
