Night Shifts

Night-Shifts

As Carrie snuggled into Alan’s chest in the dark, enjoying their post-sex cuddle, she took a deep breath and declared that she was finally ready to confess – she did have a secret fantasy that she would love him to role-play for her. He waited for her to continue.

“When you’re on your week of night-shifts every month, I would love it if you could sometimes sneak home in your meal-breaks, without telling me when you’re going to do it. I want you to creep upstairs so quietly that you don’t wake me up, pull back the duvet, pin me down, and fuck me without any warning. I don’t want any foreplay. Don’t even undress properly. Just unzip your pants and stick it in me, and don’t say a word the whole time. When you’re done, just get up and leave. That’s my fantasy. So, what do you think?”

She held her breath waiting for his reaction, as he stroked her hair thoughtfully.

“It’s kind of a rape fantasy, isn’t it?”

She shrugged. “I guess. What do you think?”

“I like it!” he declared enthusiastically. “I might not be able to get away very often, but I’ll do my best, I promise.”

After a few moments, he asked her “Aren’t I the wrong man for this fantasy?”

“What do you mean?”

“Shouldn’t it be someone else who does it?”

She laughed. “No, that would be real rape, not fantasy rape.”

“Not if you wanted it. I mean, I’m not saying you do, but I read somewhere that most women are raped by men they know, so if it was someone you know and wanted, that would still be a fantasy, and more real than if it’s me. Do you see? I’m just not sure that your fantasy will work with you knowing it’s me, which would be a shame.”

“Well, I guess that would depend on who it was. If it was Fat George from next door, then god, no!” They both laughed.

“On the other hand, if it was some gorgeous hunky man I fancy, who just happens to break into the house and rape me in the middle of the night, then that would be truly amazing. Not that there is anyone else that I fancy and want to have raping me but you, obviously,” she added quickly, blushing a little.

“You see.” She continued, “fantasy is all about pretence. I will know that it’s really you, but as long as you don’t speak I’ll be able to pretend its Fat George, and that’s what will get me off.” They laughed again, and the discussion ended there.

She smiled to herself in the darkness, relieved that he had been so positive, and squeezed him tight.

By his third consecutive night-shift later that month, Carrie was exhausted. Eager anticipation had kept her awake on both of the previous nights until it was so late it was obvious he couldn’t make it. Then she had only managed a couple of hours sleep before she had to get up for work.

It seemed like the third night would be no different, until she heard the familiar sound of the key in the front door, magnified in the silent stillness of the night. Her stomach flipped in excitement. She was already wet between her thighs, where her hand had been firmly wedged all night, more in hope than expectation, but now it was happening!

She adjusted her position to make it easy for him, lying face down and facing to her right with her back to the door, she straightened her left leg and drew her right knee up towards her chest, so he could mount her easily from behind.

She concentrated on steadying her breathing, and pretended to be asleep, so she wouldn’t spoil the fantasy.

She heard the bedroom door glide open softly, and her stomach flipped over again, as her heart thumped loudly in her ears.

She almost jumped when she felt the duvet slowly moving away, exposing her naked body. The cool night air in the room, and the thrill of anticipation, gave her goose-bumps.

She heard his zip, and the thrill sent a shiver down her spine. Then she felt his weight at the bottom of the bed and moving up towards her.

She was now so wet that she was afraid he would realise she was awake, and that would spoil it, but there was nothing she could do.

One hand touched her shoulder lightly, and another drifted gently up the inside of her thigh as he found his way around her in the darkness. Her stomach fluttered. She wanted to scream at him to hurry up and fuck her.