An Impossible Beginning

She walked through the door of her apartment that Friday utterly exhausted, kicking her heels off just inside the door. Rubbing her eyes, wearily she sighed as her quiet apartment greeted her, the promise of a relaxing weekend of binge watching Netflix and take out in her large bed almost making her weep with relief. She stripped out of her white button down top as she pranced barefoot down the hallway. She kicked her smart, gray pencil skirt off as she entered the bathroom. A relaxing bubble bath is just what she needed right about now.

The sun set outside as her apartment was cloaked in darkness. Coming out of the bathroom she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she fell asleep more than once in the tub. Her white terrycloth robe almost glowing in the absolute darkness around her as she walked down the hall to her bedroom at the end. She lay down in her queen sized bed , pulling the covers back quickly and sinking into the mountain of pillows. Picking up the remote on her bedside table she turned on an episode of Sons of Anarchy she’d never seen and was asleep before even half of the show played, the light flickering from the TV the only light illuminating the room.

She jolted out of a dead sleep a few hours later, her phone shrilling on the bed next to her. Her heartbeat quickened as she found it and checked the caller id. “It’s 3 AM, what do you want?” she mumbled half asleep.

Her sister’s voice on the other end, “I want you to come to the bar with me. I found a guy that’s perfect for you,” her words were a little slurred as she’d obviously had a few too many.

“Christ, Emma, it’s 3 AM, the bar should be closing by now. Go home and sleep it off. Call me in the morning. Don’t go home with anyone you’re drunk.”

“You’re such a buzz kill Rachel. And that’s why you’re never going to get laid.” And with that the line went dead.

Rachel stared at her silent phone in disbelief at the gall of her sister. She actually does this two of three times a week. Often going home with a different guy each time. She’s never been that kind of person. But Rachel feared her sister may be right as she hadn’t gotten laid since she ended her engagement with Tom over a year ago. But with the new partner position at the firm becoming available and the 80 hour work week she’s been pulling in, who has time to date.

She looked up at the television that was paused on a half naked Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy. She felt the almost forgotten tingle between her legs and had a brilliant idea. Realizing she was still naked from her bath she figured it would be easy to slid her fingers between her legs and play with herself to the image of the beautiful man on her television. She arched her back as her pussy got wet, her other hand groping her breast and plucking her all ready hardening nipple.

He stood outside in the cold staring at the dark house. He’d been scoping it out for the past few weeks and knew that she lived alone and was rarely home, often working crazy hours. Feeling the sweat start down his brow he went to the back of the house where he knew the door to the kitchen would give him easy access. Looking both left and right he used his large black gloved hand to break one of the small window panes of the kitchen door right by the door knob. He silently reached through, unlocked the door, and walked silently through the dark house.

He pulled the large bag from his back pocket and began filling it with her expensive silverware and any other trinket he could get his gloved hands on. He was stuffing the silver candle sticks from her dining room table into his quickly overfilling bag when he heard a phone ring. He paused in the dining room and quickly but quietly walked down the hall when he heard her voice. Standing there outside her bedroom door he peeked into the dark room through the partially open door.

He listened to the brief conversation with the woman on the other end and the brief silence after it ended. There was enough light from the large TV in the corner for him to watch as she began to play with her pussy. He strained closer to the door, wanting to see more, her robe draped over her center, obscuring his view of her perky breasts. He watched her chest move up and down as her breathing became more rapid every time she came closer to coming, her breasts peeking further and further out of her robe as she got more excited. His dick hardened in his pants watching her when she thought no one was around. He watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as her fingers worked her clit back and forth, her wet pussy helping her fingers slid almost effortlessly. He rubbed his hard cock through his dark jeans uncomfortably the harder he got just watching her make herself cum. Licking his lips he began to salivate just wanting to taste her pussy. She had no idea that he stood there watching her please herself in the dark and that was part of the turn on.

She was lost in the fantasy, her head thrown back in ectasy, Her fingers were sticky with cum, her legs shaking as she drove herself over one peak and then back again, cuming extremely hard. She stopped suddenly jolting when she heard a noise at her bedroom door. Sitting up suddenly she froze in terror pulling her robe around her waist tightly. Rachel felt someone staring outside her door there just standing there watching her in the dark. Her fear immobilized her as she realized just how vulnerable she was sitting there naked on her bed.

He leaned against the door and cursed himself in his head when it creaked against his weight. There was a brief moment when he held his breath that he thought maybe she wouldn’t notice or perhaps disregard the sound all together. But when she sat up slightly covering herself with her robe he knew he was caught. On impulse and pure adrenaline he barged into the room, grabbing her legs at the ankles before she could react. The fear on her face at his appearance in her bedroom fueling his next actions. He pinned her legs to the bed and pulled her robe aside. Before she could even react he held her legs open, knelt down beside the bed and pushed his face into her all ready wet pussy.

He felt her tense at first as her taste filled his mouth, his tongue working her clit back and forth. His large hands held her thighs against the bed as she tried to close her legs at first, bucking at his face trying to get away. He looked up at her from her pussy and saw her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her taste washed over his mouth, his lips and his face as she came all over him. He pulled her closer not able to get enough of her sweet, wet pussy. He heard her moan uncontrollably as he let go of her legs and put one of his big fingers inside her. With his finger deep inside her and his nose in her pussy he tasted her squirting all over his face.

Standing up suddenly beside the bed, he wiped her sweet cum dripping down his chin with the back of his hand. He saw when she came to her senses, his six foot frame looming over her in the dark. She tried to get past him off the bed but he caught her easily, his big hands grabbing her arms firmly. He tore the robe, her only form of protection left off, throwing it across the room dramatically. He pushed her face down onto the bed, undoing the button on his jeans and pulling his zipper down. “Please don’t,” she cried before she felt his weight on top of her and he pushed her face into the comforter.

He quickly pulled his thick hard cock out and entered her from behind, her tight wet pussy gripping his big dick. His weight pinned her to the bed, he spread her legs out to accommodate his cock. “I’m going to show you how you how a real man fucks, “ he whispered in her ear before. He heard what sounded like moans coming ftom her face against the bed and saw her grip on the comforter tighten like her pussy around his cock as he made her cum repeatedly. “ I want you to cum for me,” he pulled her hair drawing her face out of the comforter long enough for him to pause, the head of his dick barely inside her, “Now,” he said slamming into her full force with his full length. She moaned loudly, her entire body shaking as she came. “Your tight pussy is going to me cum. Where do you want me to cum?” he asked still thrusting in and out of her.

“Inside me,” she said hoarsely, his grip on her hair tightening. He thrust deep inside her and held it there, her pussy gripping his big dick as he exploded inside her. She moaned loudly as his cock swelled right before he came, her pussy gripping his cock almost too tight.

“Oh, God,” he moaned not able to move for the first few seconds after he came. When he was able to, he got off the bed, and stared down at the naked woman lying face down on the bed, only then realizing what he’d done. “Oh, God,” he said again in a completely different context as he pulled his pants up and stumbled out of her bedroom. He left the bag full of her stolen items in the hallway without a second though as he left, his head down in shame.

He left before she whispered, “Wait.” She heard the kitchen door shut in the silent house. Climbing back into her bed naked she wrapped the covers around herself. With the warm feeling of his cum running down her leg she fell asleep with a smile on her face. Not sure if she should have liked what just happened but knowing that she did. She fell asleep satisfied knowing that her sister’s last statement to her was wrong.