The Intruder - Sex Stories

The Intruder

A frightful storm was blowing that night. Fierce winds roaring out of the North brought sheets of rain that fell from the depths of a pitch-black sky. Intermittent flashes of lightning fractured the night, revealing a strobe-light view of my room in monochrome stills. I hated being alone on a night like that. My boyfriend, Carlos, should have been home with me, but like so many nights before, he was out late with no call or explanation. Being a gang-banger and a dealer of meth, he wasn’t the kind of man who was used to accounting for his time. Not to his friends and certainly not to his girl. Time slowly ticked by while the fury of the storm raged on. The icy cold seeped into my room but I managed to stay warm in my nightshirt under the thick covers of my bed. Sometime during that night, and in spite my unease, I managed to fall into a light and fitful sleep. Unsettling dreams of some forgotten terror made my slumber anything but peaceful. I tossed and turned as I fled some unseen danger until, at some later hour, something woke me with a dreadful and sudden start. I wasn’t sure what caused the sound that interrupted my slumber. I only knew it was out of place in the depths of the night. By the time my senses returned, the house was deathly quiet again. I told myself it had just been the thunder, but something in my belly wouldn’t let me truly believe it. I checked the bedside clock only to find it as dark as the night beyond my window. The storm had knocked the power out ...

... and even the lights outside denied me their comforting glow. Fear knotted in my belly and the chill that came over me had little to do with the cold. Desperately, I called out “Carlos? Is that you, babe?” hoping it was his return that had so disturbed the night. My trembling voice sounded loud in my ears but my calls died out unanswered in the hall beyond the bedroom door. It seamed an unearthly quiet had settled around me, as if the night itself was holding its breath. The flesh on the back of my neck began to crawl as my eyes searched the darkness for any sign of something amiss. I listened intently, but only the ongoing sound of the rain spattering on the sill penetrated the sanctity of my room. It was then I caught the scent. It was a musky odor mixed with sweat and a hint of wet leather. It was the unmistakable smell of a man and my heart began to pound as my fear turned to panic! Instinctively, I fumbled with the light but it refused to come. Not understanding the cause, my clumsy efforts continued until the lamp to fall from the bedside table. The resulting crash and the unmistakable sound of shattering glass sent bolts of terror racing though my already frayed nerves. I searched for my phone but it too must have fallen and was nowhere to be found. A deep helplessness filled my breast and I huddled deeper into my covers, feeling very much like a little girl hiding from the unseen menace of the bogey man. "Hello?" I called again, this time more softly, as if I actually ...