Jamie stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, realizing that she was no longer a tight, sexy 20 year old. She was 30 and it was definitely showing. These days she spent a little more time at the gym and alot less time at the beach.
"God, when did I start getting older?" she thought to herself.
She let out a long, disappointed sigh and turned the bathroom light off, making her way to her bedroom. As she stared into the darkness she began to wonder if she'd ever find true love again. She was coming off of a 4 year relationship with Todd, the man she swore she would spend the rest of her life with. However, he had other plans. Other plans meaning Jamie's best friend, Bonnie.
As the night wore on, Jamie eventually found sleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by a noise coming from her kitchen.
"Damn dog," she thought to herself, "Why can't he sleep when I sleep?"
She climbed out of bed and fumbled through the darkness, cursing both her dog for waking her up and the coffee table for being in the way of her feet, causing her to stub her toe.
Jamie entered the kitchen, and looked around ....... no dog.
"Keebo? Keebo? Where are you boy?" she asked, turning and looking around her small apartment.
Keebo was nowhere to be found and there was no apparent evidence that he had even been in the kitchen at all.
"Ok Jamie, get a grip, it was probably just a dream," she said to herself, walking back to her bedroom.
"Don't make a sound or any sudden movements and I won't hurt you," said a voice behind her.
Jamie froze and her eyes widened, oh God, someone WAS in her house and the noises were NOT the dog or a dream.
"Jamie, keep walking to your bedroom," said the voice.
"How do you know my name?" she managed to stutter out.
"I told you not to make a sound, now move," the voice whispered.
Jamie's heart was racing and her legs felt like rubber, it was almost impossible for her to put one foot in front of the other. She kept fighting her urge to turn around, although there was no escape, at least she would know who she was dealing with.
As she stepped into her bedroom, she momentarily entertained the thought of slamming the door, locking it and trying to escape through the small window in her room. But, common sense won and she continued walking into her bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed.
She jumped when she heard the door slam shut and the hiss of the lock, completely trapping her with this ....... voice.
"That's a good girl, Jamie," the voice whispered, "that is a very sexy nightie you're wearing, but I'm sure it would look better in a pile on the floor."
Jamie shuddered and closed her eyes, fighting back her tears.
"How did this happen?" she thought to herself, "I don't keep my windows open and I specifically remember locking my door."
"Stop thinking so much, Jamie, just take the nightie off," he said.
"Oh God, now he can hear my thoughts," she said to herself.
Her hands were shaking and her palms were clammy as she brought her fingers up to the slinky spaghetti straps of her nightie.
"Mmmm, that's it baby," he moaned, "take it off nice and slow for me."
Jamie felt at any moment that she would be sick from fear, but she continued to slip the nightie off. She cursed herself for not wearing panties to bed that night.
"God, once I slip this nightie off, he'll see I have on no panties and that will just encourage him more," she thought, but she let the nightie slide off of her body anyway.
"You have a beautiful body, Jamie," he whispered, "Todd was an idiot to let you get away."
Jamie's fear began to heighten, how did he know about Todd?
"Who are you?" she asked in a demanding voice.
"Who I am is of no importance to you at this time," he answered, "Get on your hands and knees on the bed, Jamie."
Jamie wanted so badly to turn around and face her intruder. She wanted to know who he was. Was he a friend? How did he know about Todd? How did he get in her house?
Unfortunately, all of these questions would have to remain unanswered, at least for the time being.
"DO IT," he yelled through the darkness.
Jamie jumped and quickly climbed up on the foot of the bed on her hands and knees. Her legs were shaking so bad she could barely keep her balance. Just then, she felt the heat from the intruder's body dangerously close to her skin. Her arms began to shake and it was becoming nearly impossible to hold herself up.
"I've wanted this for a long time," whispered the voice, moving in closer and softly rubbing her ass, "But you only had eyes for Todd, I was glad to find out he left you, I knew it was finally my chance."
Jamie's mind began to race in a thousand directions. Who was this person? He seemed to know alot.
She felt his hand sliding over her ass, she felt the callouses on his palm, who was he? Just then she was jerked from her thoughts with a swift slap on her right ass cheek. The sting and burn was almost unbearable. The intruder could only laugh, and slap her ass again.
"Your ass is perfect," he whispered, slapping it a few more times.
Jamie's nipples began to harden and suddenly her legs no longer felt like rubber. Was she enjoying this? If so, why?
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to baby," he whispered.
Jamie again closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, preparing for the worst. But the worst did not come, not at that point anyway. She felt the intruder's body heat increase. What was he doing, she wondered.
Her question was soon answered when she felt his tongue enter the crack of her ass. She fought back the urge to moan as his tongue slid up and down, getting acquainted with her crack. He placed his hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks wide open as he continued to probe with his tongue, eventually sliding it inside her asshole.
"Oh God," she thought to herself, "This is a fucking stranger, I am NOT supposed to be enjoying this."
Suddenly, the intruder began sliding his tongue in and out of Jamie's asshole faster, almost with deliberate precision. She could feel his grip on her ass cheeks tighten as he began kneading her flesh with his fingers.
She bit her lip harder, trying desperately not to respond to what was happening. And then, just as quickly as it began, it stopped.
There were no sounds or words for what seemed to be a lifetime. Jamie was unsure of what was about to happen. Again, her questions were answered.
"Roll over onto your back," said the voice.
Jamie swallowed hard and did as she was instructed. She began to get chills as she came to rest on the cold satin sheets. She still could not see the intruder's face, just his shadow.
"Spread your legs, Jamie, spread them wide," he whispered.
Jamie began to get nervous again. The sick feeling in her stomach had returned.
"You're nervous, I like that," he hissed through the darkness, "I like knowing you fear me, do you fear me, Jamie?"
"Y-y-yes," she whispered, "Please don't hurt me."
"Hurt you? I'm not here to hurt you baby, I'm here to get what should have been mine all along," he answered.
Jamie felt the intruder climb up on the bed and take his place between her open legs. His body heat was overwhelming. Again, she felt his rough, calloused hands, this time rubbing her knees, then down to her thighs. She began to quiver, both from fear of the unknown and excitement.
He began kissing her kneecaps, occasionally flicking his tongue over her flesh. He continued rubbing her thighs, getting dangerously close to her pussy which was now beginning to get moist.
"I can smell you baby," he whispered, "Your words are full of fear but your body is full of lust."
