It had been a long day and at work, and her feet were sore. She breathed a sigh. Finally safe and home, she could let all her stress go. She opened the door to her darkened bedroom. Reaching for the light switch, she suddenly found herself pinned against the door. She couldn’t see anything, but felt the weight holding her arms against her sides. Momentary panic was replaced by a thrill running through her as she recognized the voice.
“Shhhhhhhhh…” it whispered.
The hands released her arms, but she didn’t move a muscle in the darkness. Pulling at her feet, her shoulders, her waist. Her clothes fell to the floor in a heap, piece by piece. Her bra and panties quickly added to the pile. She stood naked and blind in the still darkness, listening for movement, her back against the icy wall.
Hot breath rushed across her skin. It glided up and down and around her, sending goose bumps and chills through her. Fingertips – soft at first, then heavier as they moved – slid up and down her thighs. She was so excited. It had been so long. She had been waiting; unappreciated, needing this.