Chapter 1: Love at First Sight

Heather awoke to her alarm at 7:30 and, as usual, hit the snooze button. She had never been a morning person and found it almost impossible to get out of bed at the first buzzer. She rolled back over and pulled the covers over her head. Fifteen minutes later, the annoying buzzer sounded again. This time she forced herself to sit upright and placed her pretty bare feet on the carpet. She shivered slightly and rubbed her eyes.

Tossing the covers aside, she stood up and walked across the room to her bathroom. Slipping her nightgown and thong panties off, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and admired herself. Men had always said Heather had a natural beauty. She tended to agree with them ... She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair out of her eyes and looked at herself from head to toe. Her face was well shaped and her big brown eyes perfectly offset her cute nose and somewhat pouting mouth. Her neck was long and slender. Her breasts were large but not obscenely big. Her nipples were hard in the morning chill. Her stomach was flat and smooth with a small, perfectly shaped bellybutton. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed but not shaved bare. Her legs were long and well defined. Her feet were petite and well manicured ... She used lotion on them daily to keep them soft. Turning around and looking over her shoulder, she admired her long back and well-rounded butt. Smiling to herself, she quietly gave thanks for her good genetics. It would just suck to be ugly, she thought. Giggling, she stepped into the tub and turned on the water...

A half an hour later, Heather was dressed and putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She didn’t wear much. Just a touch of eyeliner and a little lipstick. She really didn’t need makeup at all. It was more of a security blanket than a necessity.

Glancing at the clock, she realized it was almost 8:00. Her shift at the office started at 8:30. If she didn’t hurry she would be late again. Her boss was already on her butt for her frequent tardiness. She didn’t want to deal with his bull today. She hurried out of the bathroom and started down the stairs to the living room.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. The sound startled her and she froze on the stairs. Who would be ringing the doorbell at this hour? On tip-toes, she proceeded down the stairs and quietly moved towards the peephole. Looking out, she gasped aloud. It was the creepy guy she met at the club on Saturday night. She tried to remember his name ... Steve or Sam ... something like that. How in the hell did he find out where she lived? She had danced with him for a few minutes and made small talk ... let him buy her a drink. Ultimately, she had given the creep a fake telephone number and said goodbye. There was something about him that made her uncomfortable. Certainly, she didn’t expect to see him at her front door at 8:00 on a Monday morning.

He rang the bell again. She watched him rub his bald head and peer at her front door. It almost seemed like he could see her peeking through the eyehole. She knew that was impossible but, she felt uncomfortable just the same. She stood back away from the door and held her hands across her breasts. What would she do? She didn’t want to open the door but she was going to be late for work. She just wanted him to go away. She heard movement outside her door and she bent forward and peeked through the eyehole again. She saw him stand up as if he had been leaning over and then he turned around and walked away. Thank God! She waited a couple of minutes until she heard him start his car and drive away. What a psycho, she thought to herself.

Hesitantly, she unlocked the door and opened it a crack. On the ground outside, she saw what appeared to be a dozen roses. She opened the door and bent down to pick up the bundle of flowers. There was a note on the bouquet and she quickly opened the small envelope and took out the card.

The note read: “Thank you for Saturday night- Love, Steve.”

Heather shuddered. What did he mean by saying thank you? All she had done was have a dance and a drink with him. It wasn’t like a real date or anything ... Heck, she didn’t even know the jerk! How did he find out where she lived and where did he get off saying “Love, Steve”?

Heather tossed the flowers and the note into the kitchen wastebasket and quickly went outside, closing the door behind her. She hurried to her car ... she couldn’t be late again.

She arrived at the office at 8:32. Her boss, Mr. Reynolds, was waiting for her at the time clock. “Well, well ... Ms. Fields ... late again, I see.” He stood with his arms folded across his chest. “I think we’ve had this discussion more than once, young lady.”

Heather hated how he called her “young lady”. She batted her long lashes at him and frowning said, “Yes sir, I know, but I had a real problem this morning ... I hurried to get here but the traffic...”

He cut her off, “This is your final warning, young lady. Now get clocked in and get to your desk. Can’t you hear the phones ringing?” Mr. Reynolds turned on his heel and stormed off. What a complete prick, she thought to herself.

The day went by fast. The phones rang constantly and, as usual, Heather felt like she was always behind schedule. She would finish one task only to realize there were a dozen other things yet to be done. She was so busy that she didn’t have a chance to think about the jerk showing up at her apartment at the crack of dawn, uninvited. By the time five o’clock rolled around, the events of the morning had faded away and seemed like a distant dream. Heather was so happy to clock out. She just wanted to get home and take a hot bubble bath and unwind.

On the drive home, she cranked up the radio and let the music take her mind off the day’s events. Heather loved Hip-Hop and it always made her feel good. She danced in the seat along with the music and tapped her hands on the steering wheel. She was smiling as she pulled into her parking lot.

Heather got to her front door and fumbled for her keys. Just as she was unlocking the door, a voice startled her. “Hello, sweetie.” She turned around to see Steve standing directly behind her. His bald head glistened with beads of sweat and there was something in his stance which caused her discomfort.

Heather’s stomach dropped. “Hi, Steve. It’s a surprise seeing you here. How did you find my apartment?” Heather crossed her hands across her chest and looked nervously at the tall bald man standing in front of her.

“Did you get my flowers?”, he asked.

“No ... what flowers?”, Heather lied. She nervously scanned the parking lot, hoping to see one of her neighbors.

Steve took a step towards her. “The ones I left on your doorstep this morning. You know. It was when you were looking out the little eyehole over there.”, he gestured towards her door and grinned.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand. I don’t recall you being here at all.”, Heather stammered. She was starting to get scared. The nerve this guy had...

“It’s okay, sweetie. I know you’re just a little nervous. I told you on Saturday after our dance that I felt we had a connection. You probably thought I was just running a line past you. That’s understandable. You’re a very pretty girl and I’m sure men are always flirting with you.”, Steve smiled. “Aren’t you going to ask me in, honey?”

“Well, this isn’t really a good time ... I had a long day at work and I think I just want to be alone.” Heather looked at him nervously. “Maybe you could call me later?”

“I tried calling you yesterday but the number you gave me was wrong. Maybe you just wrote it down wrong. You were a little tipsy on Saturday.” He placed a large hand on her shoulder and turned her towards the door. “Here. Let me carry this for you.” Before Heather knew what had happened, Steve had her purse and was coaxing her towards the door. “You just need to sit down and relax. You seem a little tired.” He opened the door and, with his hand on the small of her back, pushed her inside.

Heather stood nervously in the hallway and watched Steve close the door behind them. She noticed that he locked both deadbolts. He walked into the living room and sat her purse on the table.

“Well, come on in, sweetie. Take your shoes off and get comfortable.” Steve motioned for her as he sat down on the couch. “You’ve had a long day.”

Heather was terrified and she had to pee. “Steve, listen. Thank you very much for carrying my purse. But, like I said before, I’m kind of tired and I just want to relax. I’ll write down my number and you can give me a call tomorrow.” Heather went into the kitchen and fumbled for a pen a paper. Maybe he would just leave...

Suddenly, he was behind her rubbing her shoulders. “Calm down, Heather. You just need to relax. I think a hot bath is in order. Why don’t you go upstairs and start running the bath water and I’ll be up in a minute to check on you.” Heather realized he wasn’t asking ... he was demanding. Things were getting out of control.

She pulled away from him and stood with her hands crossed over her breasts. She could feel her lip quivering and realized that she was about to cry. “No, Steve. I don’t want a hot bath. I just want you to leave me alone. I don’t even know you.” She looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would get the message.

She watched as Steve walked over to the trashcan. Frowning, he bent over and rummaged in the trash. “Heather, Heather ... Heather. Now why did you go and throw away my roses? The roses you said you didn’t get.” He turned around and walked up to her holding the bundle of flowers in his hand. His expression was harsh and angry. Heather was starting to get scared and felt like she was going to wet herself.

“Pl ... please ... Steve ... I ... I don’t even know you.” She was blubbering now. The tears were starting down her pretty cheeks. Her feet shifted nervously on the floor.

Suddenly, Steve grabbed her by the arm and squeezed tightly. “Sweetie, my patience is wearing thin with you. Now I don’t want anymore back talk. Let’s go.” He lead her by the arm towards the stairs.

“No, Steve ... please”. Heather could feel her bladder give out and the warm urine started to flow in her panties.

Steve stopped and looked down at her jeans. The urine stain was clearly visible on her crotch and thighs. He laughed, but there was no humor in his expression.

“How disgusting. To think, a nineteen year old woman would just stand there and piss her pants. I knew you were young but I thought you were at least potty trained.” Steve took a step back and stood looking at her with his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

Heather was so embarrassed. She couldn’t even form words. She was humiliated more than she had ever been in her life. She stood with her hands crossed in front of her pants looking down at her feet. Her heart was racing and she felt paralyzed.

Steve took a step forward and rubbed his chin. “Now you definitely need a bath. We certainly can’t have you walking around the apartment getting piss all over the place. Let’s have those wet jeans off now.”

Steve knelt down in front of her and pulled her hands to her sides. He bent forward and began unlacing her sneakers. He removed one shoe at a time and pulled off her socks and stuffed them inside the sneakers.

Heather was crying and terrified. She placed one bare foot on top of the other and stood with her hands over her face. She felt Steve lift her t-shirt and reach for the top button of her jeans. His callused fingers brushed against her bare tummy as he groped for the snap on her jeans. He quickly unsnapped the button and unzipped her pants, revealing her lace panties. She whimpered as she felt Steve lower the jeans down her legs.

“St ... Stop it ... I don’t need help...” Heather pushed weakly on his hands.

“Step out of these, honey.” Steve slapped the back of her bare legs forcing her to take her feet out of the wet jeans.

Before Heather understood what had happened she was standing in the hallway in front of a strange man whom she hardly knew wearing only lace panties and a t-shirt.

“Let’s get these wet things off too. You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like a little baby.” Steve reached into the elastic of her waistband and quickly lowered her panties off her legs and over her feet revealing her bare butt and bush.

He picked up her wet jeans and panties and holding them by two fingers, shook them in front of Heather’s face. The scent of urine was strong. She recoiled and held one dainty hand over her mouth while keeping the other firmly in place over her private area. “Well. I think these are ready for the trash, don’t you? We’ll just throw them away like you so inconsiderately did to my roses” He walked into the kitchen and noisily tossed the garments into the wastebasket then turned and glared at the cringing girl.

Heather stood with her hands crossed in front off her pubic mound looking down at her bare feet. She briefly considered making a run for the front door but thought better of it as Steve suddenly stepped in front of her again. He stood with his hands on his hips muttering something under his breath.

Heather was shaking all over. She had never been so frightened. She cast a quick glance up at Steve and shivered as his eyes moved up and down her bare legs.

“Just to imagine a nineteen year old woman wetting herself. You appear to have no pride or manners...” He shook his head and pointed towards the stairs. “Let’s go, honey.”

Heather was completely humiliated and felt helpless. She turned and started up the stairs. She could feel the strange man’s gaze on her bare butt. She placed her hands behind herself in a vain attempt to conceal her bare backside. She was aware of the view which she must be giving him.

Heather could hear Steve walking up the stairs just behind her as she approached her bedroom. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her bare buttocks. She stepped into her room and stood shivering as Steve walked past her and into the bathroom. She heard him open the shower curtain and a moment later she heard the water begin to run.

Several seconds later Steve stepped back into the room and walked over to her. “Why aren’t you undressed yet? Get the rest of your clothes off and get ready for your bath.”

“Please, Steve. I’m sorry that I wet myself. I’m sorry for throwing your flowers away. But, please ... I can bathe myself. Please just go.”

Suddenly, Steve unfastened his belt and pulled it out of his jeans. He stepped forward and jerked Heather by the arm. A split second later, Heather felt his belt strike her butt. He proceeded to spank her savagely across her bare backside several times, forcing tears to start from her eyes again.

“Now get out of your clothes this instant, girl! Don’t make me any madder than I already am!” Steve stood back and shook the belt at her. “Let’s go.”

Reluctantly, with tears streaming down her face, Heather pulled her t-shirt up and over her head revealing her firm stomach and round breasts. She held the shirt in front of her chest for several seconds with her lip quivering, feeling complete shame. She noticed the large bulge in the man’s trousers and shuddered.

Steve tapped his foot impatiently. “Do you want some more, sweetie?” He flexed the belt in his hands.

Heather let the shirt fall to the floor, now naked with the exception of her bra. Her breasts were heaving with each sob. The lacy garment barely covered the luscious mounds beneath.

“Come on, girl. The bath water is almost ready.” Steve tapped his foot impatiently.

Heather could see the man’s eyes roving over her nearly naked body as she reached behind her back a unfastened the clasp. She let the material fall away onto the floor and along with it, her last shred of dignity.

Nineteen year old Heather Fields, was now completely nude in front of a stranger who was obviously sexually aroused by her appearance. She felt completely helpless and terrified.

Steve let out a long whistle and motioned her into the bathroom. “Come on, let’s get you nice and clean.” He placed a large hand on the back of her neck and pushed her towards the bathroom. She allowed him to guide her while continuing to hold one hand across her breasts and the other over her pubic patch. Her eyes were held down with shame, watching her bare feet. She felt his hand slide down her back and gently cup her bare buttocks...

Steve watched the nude teenager step into the tub. What a sight! He had known she was a beauty from the first time he saw her at the club on Saturday. But, seeing her in all of her glory was a true revelation. Steve could hardly remember the last time he had seen such a perfect female specimen.

He laughed to himself as he thought back on how easy it had all been ... He had been at the club, like he was on most Saturdays. He had noticed her as soon as she came in. She was kind of hard to miss, after all. She was with one of her girlfriends ... a chubby girl of no consequence. The little cutie was wearing extremely short shorts which revealed her long shapely legs. She wore a halter top which exposed her stomach and left nothing to the imagination. Her tits were practically leaping out of the thin material. Her high-heeled shoes complemented her perfect feet. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a pony-tail giving her a look of childish innocence...

He had continued to admire her from a distance. He watched as the waiter brought drinks to her table. He wondered how she could purchase alcohol. It was obvious that she couldn’t be much over eighteen. He guessed the waiter was smitten with her and not paying attention. He watched her dance with several men and felt his dick harden with her every move. After each dance, she would dismiss the current suitor with a smile. What a tease ... She would never give those little boys a shot...

Around midnight, he had approached her table. Her chubby friend was on the dance floor with a hard-up drunk, acting the fool ... she wouldn’t be a problem.

Steve introduced himself and noticed immediately the way she couldn’t look him directly in the eye. This was a good sign ... low self-esteem ... easily controlled. He felt the lust building in his groin. She said her name was Heather ... mmmm ... Heather and Steve ... sounded good. He purchased her a drink and secretly instructed the waiter to make it strong. They had a nice dance. He had no problem groping her ass and hips during the dance. He could tell she was uncomfortable with his advances but seemed unwilling to offend him by asking him to stop ... another good sign ... she couldn’t speak up for herself ... she would be an easy mark.

After the dance, Heather had excused herself to go to the restroom. She had foolishly left her purse unattended under the table. Steve had quickly rummaged through her purse, locating her drivers license. He memorized the address and quickly replaced the card. Her birth date had revealed her tender age. Nineteen ... still practically a schoolgirl. At forty-nine, he knew he was old enough to be her father ... oh well ... might just have her call me “daddy” ... he had laughed out loud.

After Heather returned to the table, she became cold. She obviously wanted him to leave. He had whispered a few affections to her before asking for her number. She had quickly jotted something down on a napkin and turned away from him. Steve instinctively knew the telephone number was false, but he wasn’t concerned. He had what he needed. He had politely excused himself and walked away. Heather and Steve ... what a nice ring.

He had staked out her apartment on Sunday. He wanted to make sure she lived alone and there wasn’t any kind of boyfriend on the scene. He had expected to see some young punk drive up at some point. How could such a cutie be single? He was pleasantly surprised that her only visitor was a pizza delivery man. Things were looking good ... he had gone to purchase roses late that evening. Monday would be a good day...

Heather sat in the tub with her legs clasped tightly together, hands held firmly across her breasts. Steve began scooping water from the tub and pouring over her head and shoulders. He then reached for the bar of soap and, rubbing his hands together, formed a thick lather. “We’ll have you all nice and clean in a jiffy.” He chuckled. “What a filthy little girl ... no shame.”

He went to work on her back first, moving his large hands up and down her bare flesh. She felt goose-bumps forming on her skin. She sniffed and sobbed loudly. “Pl ... please ... why are you doing this to me?” She could feel his hands moving lower, touching the sensitive area just above her butt crack.

“Because you’re a filthy little girl and need to be washed.” His hand circled around to her tummy and caressed the smooth flesh around her navel. She felt his finger slide into her bellybutton making her jump.

“Please ... please stop!” Heather tried to push him away, causing the water to churn and overflow the edge of the tub.

Suddenly, Steve grabbed her face with one hand, pushing her cheeks together and making her mouth pucker. “Be still you little tramp! Now you’ve gone and gotten my jeans wet and just look at the mess on the floor!” He shook her face violently. “If I hear another peep, I’ll have you across my knee! Now sit still!” He shoved her head backwards causing her arms to fly to her sides to keep from falling against the edge of the tub.