Tanning Salon RAPE

****This is a true story of my experience. I do not condone rape, this was the most horrifying yet erotic experience of my life. What happened to me 10 years ago is as follows…****



My very first job was at a tanning salon when I was 16 years old. I was not the type of girl that had a lot of experience with guys, in fact, I had only ever kissed one guy up to that point. My mom was very strict so I wasn’t allowed to have boys over or go out with them. I was a very innocent 16 year old, but I didn’t look like it… my body was well developed. I was 5’5”, 122 lbs., my tits were a perfect size 34C, I had a sexy fit hour-glass figure, soft tan skin, long brown hair, and sparkling green eyes. I got looks from men everywhere I went, my mom hated it!

Anyway, one evening I was working at the salon, and a man came in to sign up for a membership. His name was Tommy, a 36 year old business owner in the small town I lived in. He was an attractive older guy… muscular, tall, light brown hair, blue eyes… but none the less MUCH older than me, so I just thought of him as an “old guy”. In fact, I went to school with his son. I helped him sign up then took him to a tanning room to show him how to use the bed. I could tell he liked me by the way he looked at me and how friendly he was. I had on little tight denim shorts and a light pink tank top, and as we walked down the hall I could feel his eyes on my ass. Then when we were in the room, he just stared at my chest the entire time while I explained the bed. But, I just passed it off as another guy checking out my goodies.

So everytime he came to tan he was very friendly with me… even a bit flirty. But me being the innocent girl that I was, I didn’t recognize his flirtatiousness. No one ever flirted with ME. I just thought he was a nice guy. And of course I was nice back, he was my customer after all, and I was friendly with everyone.

I always worked the night shift at the salon and we closed at 9pm but took our last appointment at 9pm… no one ever came at that time though. Tommy soon found this out and started tanning later and later. Soon he was coming in right at 9pm every night and it was just me and him in the salon. He liked it like that.

One night, he came in and told me that he saw me through my bedroom window the night before. He told me that he had followed me home and watched me watch TV in my room. He knew I had a daybed and that my walls were painted lavender. I was a little weirded out, but didn’t think much of it.

The next night he came in, he was very happy to see me. I had on a pair of dark blue shorts and a little white form-fitting T from Old Navy. He said he liked what I was wearing…