The repair man came to fix my washing machine. I knew when I closed the door behind him that he would come back and rape me. It was the way he looked around, saw I lived alone and avoided looking me in the eye. He did nothing wrong I could pin down but I was certain as certain could be he would come for me. I didn't know how it would happen but I prepared myself what I thought was inevitable. How do you get ready to be raped? I knew I couldn't fight him and I didn't have a gun. I decided I'd negotiate; I'd let him do what he wanted so long as he didn't hurt me. I imagined that I'd just let him fuck me while I lay back and hoped to get it over with. I'm 50 by the way and perfectly ordinary. I wondered why he would want to rape someone like me. He took me by surprise two weeks later when I'd begun to think I was safe.. I came in from the garden and he was there in the kitchen. I pretended I didn't know why and asked him angrily what he wanted. He didn't reply. He just stepped forward and grabbed me by the cunt under my skirt. I put my hands against his chest and said wait. “I'll let you do what you want if you promise not to hurt me,” I said. He nodded and reached for the buttons on my blouse. “Please,” I said, “ let me undress myself.” I didn't want my clothes torn. He stepped back and watched me get nude. What fears I had were gone once I was naked and I felt quite calm. I told him to follow me and led him to my bedroom. He undressed himself to show a lean fit body and a cock that was already hard. He used no violence because I was co-operating. In fact he made love to me, caressing my breasts and masturbating me gently, and I found myself responding. This wasn't rape any more and we both knew is. When he turned me over and slid his cock into my anus, it was a first for me but I didn't resist. He didn't stay afterwards and I never saw him again.