Robin had just gotten home and the weather outside was miserable. Dark and ominous, with lightening flashing everywhere. She looked out the window and it reminded her of the Frankenstein and Dracula movies she had seen. A howling sound coming from outside suddenly startled her, sending a chill down her spine. The kids were all spending the night with friends and she would be alone tonight. She had been looking forward to the time alone but somehow this was not what she had in mind. The weather outside gave an eerie feeling to the whole house. She walked across the house, shutting off lights along the way and walked into her bedroom. She dropped her purse and things on the foot of the bed and went into the bathroom. A nice relaxing bath was on the schedule and she needed it.
She walked into the bathroom and started the bath running. She turned back toward the sink and picked up the bath oil. As she looked up, reflected in the mirror she saw a man in a black robe, much like a monk standing in the doorway. She turned quickly only to find no one there. She turned back to the mirror and the reflection was gone. She turned back again and nothing. Must be the weather and everything playing games with her. Oh this is not fun at all. It was giving her the creeps. She poured some of the oil into the tub and went out to the bedroom.
She walked across to the bed and started unbuttoning her blouse. She dropped the blouse on the bed and slipped the short skirt she was wearing down her legs, then place it on the bed with the blouse. She turned to look in the mirror. Not bad for 42. Robin spent time in the tanning salon keeping her all over tan at a golden brown. Her muscles were still firm and the signs of her age were not evident. Her breasts still firm with nipples any man would love to suck into his mouth.
She was running her hands over her body and admiring how the work she put into keeping it this way was paying off. Suddenly she noticed the monk again in the mirror. Again standing in the doorway of the bathroom. A chill ran down her spine as she looked at him. She turned to look and again there was nothing there. She turned back toward the mirror and decided she really needed to relax. This was giving her a creepy feeling. Removing her bra and thong she walked back into the bathroom. As she slid down into the bathtub she turned the water off and slid down into the hot water. The water felt wonderful and she lay back resting her head on the end of the tub.
God this feels wonderful! She just let the water work its magic over her body and closed her eyes to drink in its relaxing affects.
Robin was in heaven and the water was having its desired affect on her. As she lay in the tub she got an eerie feeling of being watched. She opened her eyes and standing in the doorway of the bathroom was the monk again. The hood of his robe pulled up over his head hiding his face. This time it was not a reflection in a mirror. He was there, but was he real or was her mind playing tricks on her again. She looked at him trying to penetrate the hood and see his face. He moved toward her across the bathroom and stopped at the side of the tub. Then held out his hand reaching for her.
For reasons unknown to her, Robin raised her hand to take his and he pulled her up. The strange feelings from the previous two reflections were gone. She felt relaxed and warm all over. A feeling of total calm. This was not right. A stranger had come into her house, into her bedroom, and she felt no fear at all. As a matter of fact, there was a feeling of desire building inside of her. The monk, taking her hand, helped her step out of the tub. Then picked up a towel and started drying her off. The monk moved the towel across Robins back sending chills through her body. She closed her eyes as he moved the towel across her ass and down the back of her legs. He then moved around in front of her. He dried her neck and shoulder, then moving the towel down to her breasts. As the towel grazed across her nipples Robin let a sigh escape her lips and felt her nipples harden under his touch. He continued moving the towel down across her stomach and the sides of her waist. With a hand on the side of each hip he slowly slid the towel down the side of her legs. When he came to her ankles he slowly dried her feet. Then he moved the towel to her left leg, with one hand on the front of her leg and the other on the inside. He started to move the towel up her leg. Drying her calf, then moving across the knee. Robin still had her eyes closed and was reacting to the monk's hands. A need was building and she could feel her lips become moist between her legs. The monk's hands had proceeded up her thigh and were coming very close to that moisture. But he moved his hand from the inside of her thigh and moved to the other leg. Robin let out another sigh wishing he had not stopped his path. As he moved his hands slowly up the other leg she found herself moving her hips slightly hoping he would not notice the affect he was having on her. The towel moved across her knee again and started its way up her right thigh. This time however he did not move the hand from the inside of her thigh. And as it came up Robin unconsciously parted her legs slightly. Just enough for him to slip his towel covered hand right up against her. His fingers pressing against her as she moaned and pushed down against them. She felt the towel press against her hard clit and the outer lips of her pussy spread apart. He moved his hand back and forth between her legs as she moved her hips against it. Then he suddenly took his hand from between her legs and all contact was lost. Robin opened her eyes to see where he had gone. The monk had place the towel on the counter and held his hand out to her. Robin took it and followed as the monk led her out of the bathroom.
Entering the bedroom the monk led Robin over to the bed. He turned her to face him and moved her back until the back of her legs touched the bed, then continued moving her back. Her knees bent and she sat down on the edge of the bed. The monk stood before her and she looked up into the hood still unable to see inside. The monk raised his hands and pushed the hood back off of his head. His face coming out into the open where Robin could now see him. His hair was of medium length and combed back from his face. But that face! It startled her. But should have done more. She felt in a trance looking up into an ashen white face. Dark circles around his eyes and streams of dried blood from the corner of his eyes streaming down his cheeks. What power did this monk have over her? Her natural tendency would have been to run from the room but she found she could not move.
The monk knelt down in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Then bent his head forward and covered one of Robins breasts with his mouth. Sucking the hard nipple and rolling it between his teeth, Robin let out a cry and moved her hands to hold the back of his head pulling him against her breast. The monk worked his tongue and teeth across the nipple sending chills like she had never felt throughout her body. Robin felt a gush of moisture between her legs. Her pussy becoming wet with desire and the lips swelling with blood. The monk released the breast and moved to the other and fed on it in the same fashion. Robin felt a small twinge of pain and looked down to see the monk's teeth had broken the skin and blood was dripping down her breast from the small cut. The monk covered the cut with his mouth and sucked hard on it. This only caused Robin to pull him harder against her breast. Finding this all very erotic and a definite need building between her legs.
