She laid in bed replaying in her mind the events of the past 24 hours. Her hands unconciously roaming over her body. Touching her now smooth mound. Caressing the folds of her sex, still feeling the moistness. Her other hand rubbing over her still tender nipples, causing an immediate reaction. Shots of pleasure running from her tight nips to the center of her body. Lost in thought, she inserts two fingers remembering in vivid detail why she was a different woman today. Pushing her fingers in deep, pulling and twisting on her nipples, rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand. She brings herself to orgasm, cumming hard, her breath fast and loud, little whimpers of pleasure escape her throat.

 It started out as a normal day, except that her mind couldn’t or wouldn’t focus on her household chores. Her husband had been gone on business again. Had just left the night before and wasn’t expected back for two weeks.  Her neighbor had moved in just a month ago and they had yet to have more than casual hello’s and  how are you’s in the driveway. She thought he was single. She knew he was one of those men who could melt you with just a look. Guessing him to be about 6’0” and extremely well built. She would find herself peeking through the mini blinds just to catch a glimpse of him, to see his exotic form, his dark coloring a contrast to her creamy complexion. 

 She went out to hang her clothes on the line. Having taken care to make herself look as best she could. Fixing her hair, slipping into one of her husbands tank tops, slipping on her tightest blue jean shorts and adding just a hint of perfume at the ankles, behind the knees, at the bend of each arm and behind her ears. Seemed absurd to go
through this just because she might see him.  “I’m acting like a school girl.” she mumbled while hanging clothes. “And I don’t even hang clothes.”  

 She had noticed him sitting on his deck when she came out and had given a casual wave. By the time she was finished, he was gone. She felt an odd sense of remorse. For not having the courage to act on her desires. She climbed the steps to her back door and went in, the air conditioning cooling her heated face. Just thinking about what
she wanted to do with him caused her insides to quiver.  She tossed the basket down and flipped on the stereo loud.  The bass in the music was pounding in her ears and she started dancing around her living room. Something she would never do if her husband was home. She thought about what it would like to be a stripper and began dancing seductively around. Flipping her long brunette hair around, her hips mimicking her needs. Looking into the mirror that hung in her living room, she began running her hands over her clothing. Imagining a smoke filled bar with men eyeing her. Slowly she pulled the tank over her head, causing her unbound breasts to bounce. Running her tongue over her lips, she cupped her breasts. Testing the weight and finding them full, more than a handfull. Taking the pads of her thumbs and watching the reaction. Unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping them all the way, she felt amazingly sexy.  Bending over with her legs straight, she pulls them over her hips, admiring her hourglass figure. Her hands caress the back of her legs as she pretends to look into the eyes of  the men she imagines are watching her. Her ass bared, her legs slightly parted, her nose able to touch her knees. Standing again she moves to the music she hears. Pumping
against her imaginary lover she gyrates to the beat. 

 The music suddenly stops. Whirling around with a gasp she sees her neighbor standing in her living room. Eyeing her with blatant desire. He speaks “You know, I’ve been watching you for weeks.” He circles her like a bird of prey. She stands unable to move, still breathing heavy from her dance. “You are even more beautiful in than I had
imagined. I had no idea when I followed you over I would be treated to such a wonderful welcome.”  She starts to speak, stammering as she does “ I didnt know.....um...didnt know you were here.” She watches as he finishes his perusal of her. Feeling somewhat like piece of meat for sale, she takes on a dignified and regal look.
 

 Then suddenly he is on her. Moving so fast she didn’t have time to gasp. His mouth covering hers and sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. It is both a possessive move and statement of his power. She starts to push him away but he only growls at her and digs his hands into her ass as he pulls her into his groin. His cock obviously hard. Lost, her hands start to kneed into his back, but he pulls away. Picking her up she wraps her legs around his waist. He slams her into the wall, jarring her head as it makes contact. His hands are all over her, touching every part that makes her weak. He is an expert, she can sense his abilities and she moans as his tongue leaves a wet trail from her neck to her throat. He pulls away and drops her to the floor on her feet. All but ripping off his jeans she gets a quick glimpse at his proud cock as it juts out from his body. Her eyes widen as she looks up into his dark eyes. Feeling like a rabbit in a trap, she starts to side step so she can run away. He toys with her and lets her by for all of three feet. His hands snatch her back to him. Her back against his chest. Whispering into her ear he says “I am going to have you. For the next 24 hours, you are mine. I will give you only this one opportunity to tell me no. After that, your pleas will be meaningless. Is that understood?” She hesitates in her answer, her good side warring with her dark hidden side. The side she shares with no one except her chat room friends. And to think that this was real and not a fantasy, she realizes she may never have this opportunity again. “I understand.” These are the only words needed.

 His hands move over her chest. He caresses and squeezes her breast. Telling her how nice they are. How he has been watching her since he had moved in. That he notices her husband is never home. She feels his lips on her earlobes mixed with a nip of his teeth, intermittingly biting then licking. She never knew  this part of her body could cause a warmth to spiral through her being.  His hands cup her mound, feeling the rough hair, he digs in, his fingers finding she is soaked. He inwardly smiles, knowing that when he is done, she will never be the same.

 Grasping her by her ass, he picks her up and impales her on his cock. Gasping at the sudden intrusion, she is taken off guard, suddenly worried about her decision. But he feels so right her mind tells her. She closes her eyes as her hands dig into his shoulders. He pulls her up and down by the hips, easily making her body answer his
demands. She feels him moving inside, knows that her sudden wetness is evidence of her impending climax. He barks a command to her “Do not cum. It is not time. Keep your eyes on mine. Never close them.” She opens her eyes and sees control. His control over her. Her breathing quickens as he moves her faster. Just to the edge and then he stops. 

 Picking her like a baby, he carries her up the steps to the bathroom. Dropping her on the cold countertop he turns and starts the shower. She watches him, seeing the muscles in his body, watching his wonderful tight ass, immediately picturing him working in and out of her sheath. As he turns, she can still see the evidence of his arousal,
knows he wants her physically. She’s just not sure why. Stepping between her legs, he grasps his cock and rubs it up and down her pussy, gently parting the flesh, the tip of his cock barely touching her clit. Her eyes start to close automatically. He grabs her clit between two fingers and pinches slightly, causing her eyes to fly open.  “I told you not to close your eyes.” This wasn’t a request, it was a command. But she wasn’t sure she could follow it. Years of closing her eyes and fantasizing about other lovers while her husband used her body, would make it very hard for her to learn this particular lesson anytime soon.

 Grabbing her by the waist, he deposits her in the shower. Leaving the curtain open, he stands on the outside and starts rubbing the bar of soap over her skin. His big hands working a lather over her body, she notices he gives her mound special attention. Watching him reach for her husbands razor, she knows now his intention. Placing her hand on his she tells him “You can’t mean to shave off my hair. What will I tell my husband?” Looking up at her and raising one eyebrow, he looks at her and shrugs. Mentally she wanted to scream at him. He doesn’t care. What will I tell him? What have I done? Long moments pass as she feels the razor slowly make progress removing all of her pubic hair. Feeling his thumb spread her lips, hearing the razor sliding over the soft pink flesh. He points the shower spray and simply says, “Rinse”.  And of course, she does.