I rolled over to look at the clock on my bedside table. The large green numbers said 3AM. At this point I might as well stop trying to get to sleep. I had to be up the next day at 6. I wanted to get to work early and practice in the conference room. I was to give my first big presentation to the firms partners. I was a nervous wreck which explained my insomnia.
So I lay there listening to the noises outside my window. The cars and taxis passing by on their way to and from the Queensborough Bridge, the Long Island Railroad commuter trains off in the distance and the steady ticking of the changing traffic lights. I snuggled deeper underneath my thick down comforter feeling its smoothness against my bare skin. Underneath I wore panties. The only way I could fall asleep was basically naked with the window open to let in the winter air. If I wasn't cold I couldn't sleep.
I must have dozed a bit because the next thing I remember is hearing the creak of my window being opened even wider. I turned my head towards the window but it was dark and I couldn't tell if I had dreamed it or if it was really happening. Whatever the case, my heart began pounding so hard I felt the bed shaking. I was frozen with fear. Even if I wanted to move there was no way for me to protect myself. I had no bat or pepper spray within reach and if I tried to run to the door the small size of the room wouldn't put much distance between me and the intruder.
So I lay there too terrified to move and as cold as it was in the room, I felt myself break into a sweat. I clenched my eyes closed and heard someone placing their foot on the windowsill and stepping into the room. Then there was silence. I couldn't tell where the person was in the room. Something told me it was a man. After a few moments I felt like he was standing near the bed, probably trying to see if I was asleep.
The bed dipped to the left as he sat down on it. My breath caught in my throat as I lay there trembling. What he was going to do to, I didn't know. I hoped that if he wanted to rape me he would do it quickly and not kill me. I didn't have any money. I was just a broke attorney who'd just graduated from law school in debt up to my ass. So if he wanted money or valuables, he'd be disappointed.
I felt him peel back the comforter back from my head. I kept my eyes closed waiting for him to do whatever it was he came to do. After a few seconds I realized he hadn't moved and for some reason I sensed, even though I hadn't opened my eyes that he was smiling down at me. As if he had known I would be awake cowering under the covers. Like a timid animal, I slowly opened my eyes to face my attacker. Instead of seeing a face, at first all I saw was blackness. The light coming in from the streetlight was poor. I realized he was wearing a black mask. There were holes cut out for his eyes and mouth. And he was definitely smiling at me. And it wasn't the condescending, mocking smile I expected to see. Instead, it was almost playful and gentle. And his mouth. What can I say about his mouth? His lips were...they were like...they were shapely, pouty almost. And in that moment for whatever reason, maybe it was instinctive, but from that moment I wasn't afraid of him. Instead, I was intrigued and oddly enough, I was also slightly aroused.
I could smell him now that he was so close to me. He had a clean scent, like soap and just a natural slightly musky scent. It was not at all unpleasant. In fact, it was comforting.
At this point we were just staring at each other. There I was trembling under the covers and he sat there perched on the edge of the bed holding back my covers and staring down at me. He didn't say a word and I didn't either. He slowly began peeling the covers away from the rest of my body. I was holding onto them tightly and wouldn't let go. He tugged gently a few times and I finally let go. I finally started breathing again releasing the breath I'd been holding in.
I lay there in my panties with my bare breasts rising and falling rapidly. My nipples hardened as the cold wind blew over me. I dropped my arms to side and lay there awkwardly. I was trembling and cold and I had never felt so exposed in my life. He just stared at me for at least another15 seconds. His head tilted and his eyes swept up and down my body. My heart continued to beat heavily in my chest and my breathing quickened.
I couldn't tell if he liked what he saw because he never said a word. The only expression could be seen in the line of his mouth which by now had stopped smiling and his lips were clenched together as if he was angry. But I guess he wasn't because he reached for my left hand and held it between his hands. His hands felt strong and steady and his palms were smooth except were a few calluses at the base of his middle fingers. He caressed my hand for a few moments and then he slowly drew it towards his mouth.
The moment I felt his breath on my hand a shock went through my body. I began to tremble even more but it wasn't from fear this time. He planted soft kisses on the palm of my hand, my wrist and then he kissed my fingertips. After he had methodically kissed each tip, he slipped my pointer finger into his mouth and gently began sucking and nibbling it. I heard myself whimpering and my body involuntarily began curling up off the bed. It was so deliciously erotic, yet he hadn't even kissed my lips yet. I could feel myself getting moist and heavy between my legs. My stomach began fluttering.
When he heard me moaning he didn't speed up and get to the rest of my body. Instead he continued his slow sweet torture on each of my fingers until I was curled into a ball and panting. I heard myself pleading. For what I don't know. Release I guess.
He gently placed my arm back on the bed and I almost cried out at the sudden loss of bodily contact. He placed a hand on my chest as if to say, hold on a moment. He shifted on the bed to give himself better access to my body. I lay there quietly anticipating the pleasure he would surely bring me. He placed one hand on each of my breasts which were suddenly very sensitive. He let his thumbs brush over the nipples and as he lowered his head I closed my eyes and damn near hummed with pleasure. He licked the nipples teasingly at first and then suckled them and kissed my breasts all over. I sighed with pleasure and I instinctively reached up to caress the back of his head. Before I could touch him, his arms clamped down on mine and placed them back on the bed. I realized that if I touched his head, it would be easier for me to discover his identity.
He continued to hold me down and licked his way down to my stomach. He began nibbling the area of skin covering my hipbones and I literally jumped off the bed. He chuckled and gently pushed me back down while he continued the sweet torture. My body was a knot of nerve endings. I felt I could explode at any moment. I was begging and whimpering and my head was twisting from right to left on the pillow. I was panting and my skin as covered with a fine sheen of sweat. I was hot. I was anxious. I needed him, this stranger who invaded my home. In that moment I realized how insane the situation was but I didn't care.
Suddenly he released me and stood up. I lifted up on my elbows and began to ask why he had stopped. Before I got three words out, he placed a finger to my lips to silence me. I was silenced. At that point I would have probably done anything he wanted. He reached for my legs and swiftly swung my body around so that they were hanging off the side of the bed. He grasped both legs at the knees and slowly parted them. I lay there openmouthed as I watched him kneel down between my legs. He ran his hands up my thighs until he reached the top of my panties and he pulled them off over my buttocks and down my legs. I shifted my pelvis up a bit to assist.
At this point I could barely breathe, I was so full of anticipation. As my panties fell to the floor, he bent down and kissed my knees. He massaged the back of my knees while kissing my inner thighs. I was moaning and squirming on the bed and I grabbed a pillow to silence my screams. He stopped abruptly and took the pillow from my hands, throwing it back onto the bed. We stared at each other in the dark and I understood that he wanted to hear me.
He continued kissing my inner thighs until he reached my vagina. There he stopped for a moment before licking cautiously like a cat. Then, when it seemed he was satisfied with what he tasted and smelled, he delved deeper. He was licking and sucking and nibbling at the small nubbin which was now hardened and engorged with passion. Almost immediately I felt pressure building from deep inside my abdominal area. The sensation began spreading until I exploded into a mass of shivers. I heard myself scream this deep guttural sound which I didn't even know I could make. I had never just completely let go before during sex. In fact I had never been satisfied before from oral sex. Yet there I lay, panting and hoarse from screaming. I lay flat on my back in shock at what had just happened. When I could breathe again I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him. I realized he had been staring at me the entire time and I felt my face turn red from embarrassment. I covered my face with my hands. He once again reached up and gently coaxed my hands away. He was smiling at me. And in his smile there was something that looked suspiciously like tenderness. I wondered who he was and where I knew him from because he seemed vaguely familiar.
