Surprise Intruder
As
I walked into the bathroom,naked, for a bath I found myself staring
down at some woman I had never seen before in my life asleep on the
edge of my oval bath. Grabbing one of the towels from the bath-rail I
quickly wrapped it around my waist and, unsure who she was or how she
had come to be in my bathroom, I stood there for a few seconds just
staring.
Her
long red hair hung down the side of the bath, her dress was sodden
and filthy, her bare arms were absolutely caked in mud and her make
up was badly smudged and looked just as it would if she had been
crying uncontrollably.
Stepping
forward I placed two fingers against her neck and was relieved when I
felt a fairly strong pulse, at least she wasn't dead. As I wondered
whether to try and wake her or phone the police a sudden gust of cold
air whipped around my back and I spun around, the bathroom window was
open. Well at least I know how she got in.
Deciding
that calling the police was the only logical step I began to back out
of the bathroom, before realizing that trying to explain to the cops
about the unconscious, filthy, bedraggled woman that I didn't know,
in my bathroom, would look pretty suspicious I changed my mind.
Lightly
I placed my hand on her shoulder, shook her gently and then stepped
back as she moaned and her eyes began to flicker open.
“Please
don't hurt me,” she whimpered as she saw me standing over her. “I'm
sorry but your window was open and it was either climb in or...”
“Hey
just calm down, no-one is going to hurt you.” I told her, taking a
couple of steps back, “but who the fuck are you?”
“T-T-Tara
and t-t-that's what h-h-he said, just before he t-t-tried ripping my
dress off and c-c-c-calling me all the evil names he could.”
“That's
what who said?”
“Him,
t-t-the reason why I'm in y-y-your bathroom.”
“Well
who was he? Do you know his name? We should call the police.”
“N-No,
no p-p-police they will be no h-h-help.”
“Of
course they will.”
“No
they w-w-won't they never h-h-have been.”
“Has
this happened before then?”
“Yes,
a f-f-few times.”
Tara
slowly started to calm down, her stammering easing and she went to
sit up but as she did her breasts fell from her ripped top. Quickly
she crossed her arms, hiding the most perfect pair of tits I had ever
seen, before lifting her knees and perching precariously on the edge
of the bath tub.
To
hide her embarrassment, as well as my rapidly hardening cock, I
turned my back on her.
“Look
Tara I was going to have a bath but you need one more than I do,” I
told her beginning to walk out of the bathroom. “You fill the tub
and have a bath and I shall find you something to wear.”
“Are
you s-sure mister?”
“Wouldn't
have said it if I wasn't and the name's Jeff by the way.”
Before
Tara could say another word I walked out of the bathroom, back to my
bedroom and dug out an old pair of joggers and t-shirt, both of which
would probably be miles too big for her before heading to the
kitchen.
Flicking
the kettle on I sat at the breakfast bar and wondered who had
attacked her and, more to the point, why. I figured that she would be
a real stunner when she was all cleaned up and the dress she had been
wearing didn't look cheap. Maybe
she'll talk more once she's freshened up.
I
made my coffee and had almost finished it when Tara suddenly called
from the bathroom.
“Have
you got a towel and those clothes you said you'd look for Jeff?”
“Sure
hang on.”
Putting
my cup down I went and got the clothes I had found, as well as a
fresh towel, before walking towards the bathroom. Noticing the door
was slightly ajar I tapped, to let her know I was there and to cover
up but as I did the door opened a little too much.
Before
I could avert my eyes I saw Tara climbing out of the bath and stood
transfixed not to mention in a state of shock because, not only did
she look as stunning as I thought she would once she was cleaned up,
she also had one of the best looking cocks I had ever seen.
JSMorbius2013
1 comment:
This was a really stunning Saturday AfterDark Moment piece. I could see this expand into a story.
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