Intruder Within

Through the screen door, I can hear the raindrops hit the patio as I stand in the kitchen. The scent of rain engulfs my senses on this hot and stormy night as I wash the few dishes that are in the sink. Peering out the small kitchen window, I can see the big drops splashing on the ground. A flash of lightening appears, brightening the yard for just a moment. The distant sound of thunder echoes in the air as the storm rapidly approaches.

I put down the dishrag and open the small window that is just above the sink. A warm breeze sweeps through the kitchen. The breeze is comforting, like an old friend...like a lost love. Reminding me of your hot breath on my neck as it catches my hair.

Your business trip has lasted for almost two weeks now - twelve days to be exact, but who's counting I think as I return my attention to the dishes in the sink. When you phoned last night, you informed me that you would be gone for at least another five days. My heart broke as you uttered those words. I could here the disappointment in your voice as well. The thought of not seeing you is a hard pill to swallow, but I do understand the nature of your business.

I grab the dishrag and quickly dispense with the chore at hand. Letting the water drain from the sink, I wipe off the countertop and sigh deeply as I miss you so very much. The intensity of the rain is picking up outside. The lightening and thunder are more frequent as the storm rolls in. I move to the back door and stand at the screen gazing at the wonders of Mother Nature. The breeze passing through the screen door whips under my dress catching the hem. The wind feels like a warm hand caressing me - your hand. Closing my eyes I stand in front of the screen door. The warm night air touches my body and fills me with thoughts of you and your touch. I spread my legs slightly and let the warm breeze pass between them. I lean my head back and cross my arms around my body pretending they belong to you. This works for a moment, but the sound of thunder brings me back. I wish that I could feel your strong embrace. Every inch of my soul aches for you to be home. I must be patient, I tell myself. You will be home soon.

Maybe a glass of wine will help to ease some of the melancholy I feel this evening. Moving from the door I walk across the cool white linoleum floor in my bare feet to the refrigerator. Opening the refrigerator door, I remove the bottle of wine sitting on the top shelf. Shutting the refrigerator door with one foot, I then move to the counter next to the refrigerator. Placing the bottle on the counter I reach up to grab a wine glass from the glass rack. Now I really wish you were here, as I am unable to easily get the glass down. I can here you in my mind teasing me as you always do when I need your assistance in getting an object that I have put out of my reach. Little do you know, that I enjoy watching you from behind...

Leaning up against the counter on my tiptoes, is the only way that I can even touch the glass. Stretching with all of my might, I finally get my hand on the stem of a glass. Just as I put my hand on the glass, a large bolt of lightening illuminates the sky, knocking out the power to our home. A large crash of thunder shakes the very foundation of my soul and makes me catch my breath. The thunder is so loud that I do not hear the opening and closing of the screen door. Nor do I see or hear the intruder within.

All is dark now. I am stuck in an awkward position, praying that I don't drop the glass on the kitchen floor with my bare feet showing. I curse aloud as I stand their one arm on the countertop and the other reaching for the glass. My back is to the intruder unaware that he is watching my every movement...watching and waiting.

With some difficulty I manage to retrieve the glass and place it on the counter without having it shatter into a million pieces on the floor. I then move along the counter feeling my way to the utility drawer looking for the lighter. On this dark and stormy night I will have to make do with the light of a candle or two. No telling when the power will be back on, as the storm continues to rage on outside.

Locating the handle of the utility drawer, I open the drawer to find the contents all chaotic. I move things around in the dark until my hand feels what should be the lighter. Another flash of lightening blazes across the sky making enough light for me to see that I have indeed found what I am searching for. I reach quickly for the candle that is sitting on the small shelf right in front of me before all of the illumination escapes from the last bolt of lightening. As I light the three-wick candle the sound of thunder can be heard throughout the house.

My thoughts are of you as I move back to my glass. What a night to be without you. The light from the candle helps to ease some of my fear as I hate storms. I need to relax and let the wine work its magic. Let its intoxicating bouquet take me away from this stormy place, if only in my mind.

I reach for the bottle of wine and remove the cap. The entire time the intruder is watching and waiting. Maneuvering without a sound to a hiding place in the kitchen. Concealing his identity by hiding in the shadows. I begin to pour the remaining contents of the wine into my glass. There is just enough wine to fill my glass one time.

I am not much of a drinker this glass will settle my nerves very quickly. Half a glass will have me feeling no pain in a few minutes and then I will make my way upstairs to take a hot bath to wash away the loneliness I feel tonight. I wish you were here to share my bath...to share our bed...to have my body.

I take a sip of wine and place the glass back on the counter. It feels cool sliding down my throat. I close my eyes and listen to the wind as it passes through the open window of our home. The scent of the candle begins to fill the air as the flickering light dances off the walls. The sound of the rain and the cool feeling of the wine are beginning to have a soothing effect on me. I can feel some of the tension ease as the wine makes its journey downward. How sweet it tastes and how comforting it feels. I stand there for just a moment longer as the breeze from the back door rushes in and catches the bottom of my dress once again whipping it high around my thick thighs. Taking an even larger sip of wine, I begin to let my mind wander to thoughts of your homecoming, the pleasure that we will share. Setting the glass back on the counter, I realize that I am almost done with the entire glass in record time.

I close my eyes as the wine makes it way down and warms my spirit a bit. I look at the glass still on the counter and see that I have just one swallow to go. All of a sudden, a cold shiver runs down my spine. I shrug it off as the sound of thunder rumbles across the sky. The sound of thunder catches me a bit off guard as I drain the final contents of the glass. A few droplets miss my mouth and land on the counter. My back is still towards the intruder who is watching very closely as I consume the final remnants of wine. Watching and waiting, he hides in the corner as I turn towards the sink. Walking over I place the empty glass in the sink and reach for the dishrag. I turn without noticing him standing in the corner. Walking back across the cool floor I reach for the empty bottle. The intruder makes his presence known...

He grabs both of my arms from behind. Dropping the dishrag to the floor as the surprise and pain consume me. I never see his face. His strong hands dig into both of my arms as he jerks me backward towards him. My back is up against his chest and his chin is resting in my hair. I can hear his breathing and my heart is racing with fear. My head begins to spin as my mind takes in what is happening. He whispers in my ear to be quite and not make a sound. The fear and terror that I feel paralyze my vocal chords and I cannot utter a word in protest. All I can manage to do is nod in compliance. He urges me forward toward the counter, never letting go of my arms. The back of my dress is now wet from being up against him...he must have come from outside...during the storm, but when...how... My mind is racing.

At the counter his grip tightens on my arms and he instructs me in a whisper to put my hands behind my back. The fear I feel consumes me as I am unable to move my hands and place them behind my back. Will he hurt me for not doing as I am told? My mind is a blur as I stand in the kitchen. I am trying to get my arms to move, but they are not cooperating. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally get one arm to move and I place it slowly behind my back; evidentially not fast enough for he reaches down and grabs my arm harshly and pulls it behind me. I begin to yell out in pain, but he instructs me to be quiet or else... Or else what I think...

He places a restraint of some sort around my wrist. He then grabs my other arm and pulls it behind my back. I can feel the restraint as he places it over my second wrist and ties them together. What does this man want and why is he here? Where did he come from and how could I not have heard his intrusion into our home?

He completes immobilizing my hands quickly and skillfully. The restraints are tight. I can feel them rubbing my skin. He then pulls me close to him again. He takes in the scent of my hair. I can feel his hot breath as he inhales and exhales. He lets my arms go as I stand with my back to him.

Suddenly, I here the sound of tearing or ripping behind me. What is he tearing I wonder? Within seconds that question is answered, as he slips his hands and arms over my head and places a piece of tape over my mouth. His breath is warm on my neck and I can feel his chest up against my upper back. His chest is strong and firm. I can feel it rising and falling as he completes gagging my mouth. How will I survive? My mind clouds and my thoughts are unclear. I must try to remember every little detail about him - if I live. I must keep a calm head...but how when the horror I feel is overwhelming every inch of me.

The storm is still raging outside and the battle for survival is just beginning inside. Suddenly another bolt of lightening streaks across the sky. From its brightness I can see his shadow against the wall. He is massive I think, much bigger then me. The fear is devastating as my heart races and pounds strongly against my chest. My knees are weak and I feel that my legs will not support me much longer. But I must not give into unconsciousness; I must stay in control and remember all that I can about him. His touch, his smell, his words, his actions... I must not forget a single moment. I must manage my fear if I am going to survive.

Pulling me close to him once again, I can feel that my head rests just under his chin. He is rubbing the sides of my arms and inhaling deeply as he takes in the scent of my hair once again. My head is on his chest and I can feel his manhood in the small of my back. I

now know what he wants... My heart grows sick with the thought of him touching me, having his way with me. Instantly my stomach turns to knots. A gasp is caught in my throat, that only I can hear, as I realize what will happen. My mind is reeling. How can I stop him? How can I get away?

He releases my arms and steps back for a moment, maybe to get a look at his handy work. I begin to turn my head to get a glimpse of him; he steps up behind me and snaps my head forward with his powerful hands and tells me to stand perfectly still until he instructs me further. His voice is a whisper in my ear, however the supremacy in which he speaks makes me obey. He is so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Without any warning everything goes dark, as he places a blindfold over my eyes. No more glow from the candle whose scent is filling the air, no more lightening flashing into the kitchen where I am now held captive by this man...this intruder. No opportunity for me to identify him. Complete and total darkness is all that is before me. The intruder thinks of everything. I can not make a sound, I am unable to fight him off with my bound hands and I can not see to identify him. I realize at that moment, that I am totally vulnerable to his desires...to his wants...to his needs. I feel defenseless and alone as the tears begin to slowly slide down my cheeks.

Grabbing my shoulders, he turns me around to face him. Tears are peaking out from underneath my blindfold, as fear grips my very essence. How can I not show my fear when I am terrified? I am unable to stop the flow of water from my eyes. I feel a finger on my cheek wiping away the tears that are slipping down my face. He whispers in a low voice for me not to cry. He states that he will not hurt me if I do as I am told. Everything will be all right...as soon as he is done with me.

His voice is soothing as he speaks to me, but his final words, "done with me" linger in my mind. "Done with me", keeps repeating in my head as I stand in front of him. The fear that grips my spirit at that moment is unbearable. How will I maintain? How will I survive? I can feel my chest heaving up and down and the panic racing through my entire body. I can hear him moving around in front of me and behind me. Unfamiliar sounds are coming at me from all sides. He seizes my shoulders as he pulls me roughly away from the counter. Placing me in the middle of the kitchen floor, I can feel his movement as he walks around me in a circle, his eyes probably never leaving my body. He suddenly stops and stands directly in front of me, so close I can smell the clean scent of rain on his body. I have no idea what he will do to me next and I shudder at the thought. The first sound that I can distinguish clearly besides the thunder, is the sound of a belt buckle unfastening. The second sound is a zipper being undone. The sounds are deafening as I catch my breath. The rustle of clothes being taken-off and landing on the floor is the next sound that I can clearly make out. I knew in an instant that he must be standing naked before me. He must be hard and erect. How much longer before he would be inside of me? Forcing his cock into my soft wet pussy...having his way with me.

My thoughts quickly turn to you for I could not bare another thought of what is about to transpire. I must focus on our last night together in order to get through this ordeal. I have to use my mind to block out his touch. Remembering our final evening together before you left on your trip. I have to find a way to cherish what we have together; to not let the current set of circumstances tarnish the love that we have for one another. How will you feel when you discover that another man has taken what is yours? How will I explain this to you? I can already see the hurt in your eyes, the rage in your heart...

He steps close to me again and places a finger to my cheek as a another tear escapes the confines of my blindfold. I can feel the heat of his body as he stands before me. His next few words are low and deliberate as he informs me that he is going to remove the tape from my mouth. He instructs me to not make a sound. Placing his hand to my face, he grabs a corner of the tape and with one swift move, removes the tape. The sting runs deep...

For a brief moment I feel like I have a chance, a chance to survive. I'm thinking that possibly I can reason with him. Make him see that this is wrong and that his leaving presently is all I want. I believe that I can convince him that I will not say a word about his arrival to our home. After all, I know nothing about him; I have no way to identify him. However, before I can gather all my thoughts and utter a word, he quickly snatches me towards his chest. He whispers in my ear for me to use my full lips to kiss his chest. I begin to utter a protest, but he inserts his strong hands into my hair and pulls me head back sending pain down my neck. I instantly knew that his eyes see the fear on my face. In his low voice he instructs me not to make a sound removing one hand from my hair and tracing my lips with a single finger. I am beside myself with fear and shock from the sudden movement. I can only obey his instructions. Again he orders me to kiss his chest as he places his free hand back in my hair. His fingers intertwine in my hair as he pulls my face towards his chest.

What can I do to stop him? I can feel my face getting closer to his bare chest. I can feel the heat of his body as he continues to pull my lips closer to him. The sound of thunder echoes in my ears as I make a weak attempt at resisting. The strength in his hands and the determination in his mind is no match for me. My head is starting to spin as I feel the effects of drinking the wine too quickly. Me feeble effort at resisting is rapidly coming to an end.

I have no other choice but to put my full lips on his chest. Kissing him and licking his bare skin. Tasting and teasing him with the touch of my lips and the light caress of my tongue. I hear him breath in and out deeply as I pleasure him. His heart is pounding vigorously through his strong smooth chest. I can actually feel it as my tongue takes on a life of its own, exploring and tasting this intruder. His hands are still in my hair guiding my movements with precision.

I feel the hardness of his nipple as I allow myself to linger over the protrusion for a moment. Tightening and loosening his grip in my hair as I arouse a pleasure point for him. His voice is barely audible as he instructs me to take his nipple fully into my mouth. He never relinquishes his hold on me as he enjoys the sensation my mouth provides. His nipple responds eagerly to my lips. The taughtness is unmistakable. He guides my face along the middle of his broad chest as he seeks to have my lips on his other nipple. I can hear his moans of pleasure as I continue to tease and please him. His excitement rings in my ears. I can feel his now hard cock through my dress as his nipples are not the only portion of his body I'm arousing. My thoughts are no longer my own as I leave a blazing trail of sensuous kisses across his chest.

He bends and whispers quietly into my ear how much he is enjoying the talents of my tongue. I feel ill as his words reach my heart. He quickly moves his hands to the top of my shoulders, releasing his hold on my hair. He instructs me to get on my knees. Appling pressure to the tops of my shoulders he pushes me down towards the floor. My thoughts are of you and how I am betraying our love. He is making me do things that I only want to do with you. Ever so slowly I bend down, the tears now streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks, my body shaking with each sob. Going unheard are my appeals for him to stop. I am too afraid to say a word. My mind is screaming for him to stop - for him to leave!

He urges me to open my mouth. I want to object, but he grabs a handful of my hair and lifts my head up towards him. My mouth opens wide once his hands snarl my hair. He takes his other hand and guides his massive cock into my mouth. He commands me to suck him. He pulls my head back and forth over his cock. I can feel it growing in my mouth with every stroke. My knees began to ache from the hard surface of the kitchen floor and my shoulders throb from my hands being tied behind my back. I just want him to end this nightmare...to leave me alone, but he stays... He keeps punishing me with his cock...with his hands...with his voice. He drives himself deeper and deeper into my mouth as my lips wrap fully and snuggly around his manhood.

Without mercy, he continues his assault on my mouth. Slowly at first, allowing me the discontent of feeling the full width and length of him in my mouth. In and out he slides his tool. Making sure to hit every inch of my mouth. He skillfully maneuvers himself within the confines of my lips and mouth. Never rushing himself. Always in complete control. Enjoying the sensation that I must be generating by sucking him. He penetrates deep inside my mouth causing his erection to touch the back of my throat. I can hear his moans of delight as I gag on his enormous erection. I can hear his words of encouragement to take it all, ringing in my ears. My head is spinning as I can feel the full effect of the wine and the pressure of his hands in my hair.