Sasha age 33 never married is a weekend guest and had followed me, when I stopped and walked into the shed. She stepped closer to the other side of the shed, giving me lots of room. She feels me looking at her and her pulse grew more rapid. She cursed herself for being curious, ” Hi, Sasha.” Her heart gave a lurch and she turns to look at me momentarily. She isn’t sure what to do. Ignoring me would be outright rude and insulting, but I looked rough and dirty this morning. ” Hi, John.” she said, as brusque and unfriendly as she can manage without giving offense, she hoped. ” Your looks nice hair, Sasha. I love brunette hair.” She had curly, long brunette hair and I reach out and slide my fingers through it on the right side. She shuffled forward a bit, going deeper into the shed, but I moved forward too. ” You’re a real pretty little thing. You know that?” ” Thanks,” she gulped. ” Always loved brunette hair,” I mused. ” Is it natural?” She didn’t answer, hoping now that ignoring me would discourage me.

” Hey, is it natural?” I poked her shoulder and she turned, glaring up at me. I’m well over six feet tall and weight way more than twice what she did. ” Yes! Okay!” she snapped. ” Don’t get bitchy, Sasha. Just curi She turned away again, turning her back on me. ” You got a nice ass too. You know that?” Her heart is pounding furiously now, her body tense as her fear grew. Her pulse is hammering in her throat and she is breathing in shallow pants. ” Real nice little ass,” I sighed. ” Nice body, in fact. You’re kinda small but you got a nice body.
Hard to see what your tits look like with that t-shirt on. Why don’t you take it off and let me see.” ” Please John leave me alone,” she said, her voice small. ” Leave you alone? I ain’t touching’ you, Sasha. You accepted my invitation for the weekend. I just asked is all. I want to see if you got nice tits like you got a nice ass.” She turns away again, ignoring me, her skin tingling, light headed with terror now.

” Hey, I bet a guy my size would really squash you? I bet you prefer fucking on top.” Again she didn’t’ answer.
” Or maybe you like the doggie style, huh? You like it on all fours, that round, tight little ass in the air.
Is that it? Huh? Hey Sasha, I asked you a question.” ” Leave me alone!” she cried, turning and trying to dart
past me. I backed up into the entrance, completely blocking it as I leered down at her. ” Let me out,” she demanded, her voice quavering. ” Why? Nobody here but you and me. Hey, I bet you got one really tight little snatch.” I reached towards her and she jumps back, almost falling down in her haste to evade my touch. I chuckled and folded my arms across my chest. ” Real, real tight,” I said, my eyes sliding up and down her body. ” Tell me what your favorite position is, Sasha.” ” Please leave me alone,” she whispers, hovering on the edge of tears.
Nothing better than sucking on a nice tit, I always said. Hey. Tell me, You got big brown nipples, or nice
little pink ones? I bet you got nice little pink nipples, don’t you?”

” Please let me go back to the house, John?” she begs, her voice breaking now as she fought to hold back tears. “Hey. I’m came down here to get my tool bag, Sasha.” I moved forward and she cringed back into the far corner, her eyes wide as she stared at me. ” You ever deep throated? You know guys really love deep throating. I could show you how if you want.” She trembled and begin to weep. I grinned, my hand coming out and touching her hair again. ” Real nice hair,” I said. My fingers sliding through her hair with growing possessiveness, my body blocking her back into the corner. She is sniffling and trembling and looking down at the floor as I gripped her t-shirt ripping it off and look at her breasts. She is wearing a red bra. I look at it for a few moments. ” Looks like you got nice titties, Sasha. Could I see them? I’d really like to see them.” She wept harder. She is terrified I’d hurt her and her fingers moved, trembling and shaking to unhook it. Her mind is blasted with waves of terror and fear and humiliation and she can’t think straight. One by one she unhooked it.