Hannah had been dating her new boyfriend now for about four months. She was so happy, her life was going so well. She'd got into university, made a lot of new friends and met Roger. Roger was her first real boyfriend and although they'd been going out four months now, she still hadn't let him have sex with her yet. She'd tossed him off a few times and even given him a blow job once, but that was as far as it had gone. She was just so happy.
The summer holiday was to be their first time apart for any length of time, so Hannah wasn't too happy, but they had arranged to meet several times throughout the break. When she got home she couldn't stop talking about Roger. Roger this and Roger that.
Let me describe Hannah to you. She's 20 years old and about 5'7" tall with a very nice 34C, hourglass body. Her hair is a nice light brown, almost blonde, which she usually has loose, hanging down just past her shoulders. She keeps in trim with swimming and playing tennis. How do I know all this, well that's maybe for another tale.
About a week into the holidays, with the sun burning down, Hannah goes out the back to sunbathe. Having a private garden and not expecting anyone to be home, she decides to only wear the thong bottom of her bikini that she'd just bought. Liberally applying the sun lotion she lies out on the lounger to enjoy the feel of the sun on her sweet young body. After about half an hour of the rays slowly sinking in to her skin and especially her soft breasts, which weren't used to being exposed to the heat of the sun, she rolled over on to her stomach. She draped the towel back over her head, leaving her back and rounded buttocks to the sun.
Soon she was well relaxed and almost drifting off to sleep, when a shadow fell across her. Sensing the change she went to turn, but immediately a great weight held her firmly in place. The towel was wrapped tightly around her head and face and held in place behind her neck. She tried to cry out, but with the towel over her mouth, just a muffled cry could be heard. Something was wrapped around her neck, to hold the towel in place, and then extended down her back, where it secured her wrists together, effectively trussing her up. Then, just to keep her in place, a big hand slapped her sweet young arse.
Hannah decided that maybe it was best not to struggle, as each time she moved her arms it pulled the fastening around her neck tight, making it hard to breath. She just lay there sobbing in to the towel, her face pressed down in to the lounger. For what seemed like an eternity she lay there, with her back and arse exposed to whoever was there, while he ran his hands over her soft, warm skin. She cringed and shivered each time his hands dipped between her thighs and brushed her pussy. No one had ever touched her there before. Oh she'd masturbated a few times, bringing herself to orgasm, with her own fingers, but no one else had ever done it, or seen her most private place before. She sobbed to herself, knowing she was most likely about to be taken for the first time. She now wished she'd let Roger do it, at least the first time would have been with some one she knew, loved and trusted.
