Krysta lays on the cement as Paul stares at her - he has been smoking for half and hour and he sees that Krysta has developed herself a tan. It looks like it hasn't burned, but still he knows he should tell her to slip inside - so he quips.
"Get inside!" he tells her.
Krysta stays still and that means she has fallen asleep.
Paul smiles - he stares at her and knows that she is a fish caught in a bowl... she could be his; she has let her guard down and her swimming top has fallen off her shoulders.
Paul think about all the daydreams he has had of rape - he catches her in the car and he forces her underwear off before having his way; he catches her in bed and he forces himself upon her; he catches her in the shower and he slips inside... it is a though he thinks of whenever there is a spare moment, but never has it been anything but a thought.
"Well I guess now is a good time..." he mutters before he unzips his pants and walks to Krysta.
On the cement he touches her hair, and then he shivers at her dead blank state. He is excited - her asleep lets him know he is in charge, and he touches the bottom bikini which he unties at the hip before slipping them off. Naked Krysta is bare as a baby, and Paul lowers himself onto her, before he opens her legs and slips his loins inside of her hole.
Krysta stays sleeping in a dead blank space as Paul chugs over her - he is able to pant as loud as he likes, she is gone. Paul gushes and grows red face as he continues to push and probe himself inside of her, and then he creams and with a shiver he slips off.
Paul smiles and then he walks away - his secret is safe, Krysta is asleep. He goes inside, then he relaxes - his crime ha been issued, and no one but him knows.
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