It started when I was 9 or 10 when my moms friend Tara watched me...

after school and every other Saturday when she worked, Tara would be out or shopping often and would leave me with her son Brad. He was about 15 at the time but I always thought he was much older because he was very tall. I guess I was intimidated by him and he would boss me around, and I was afraid to disobey him. When his mom wasn't home Brad would constantly be in his underware and would insist that I get a bath. Most nights my mom didn't pick me up until 8 or 9 o'clock. He would fill the tub for me and I would take my bath. The first few times were ok but he started to come in the bathroom while I was in the tub. He would just stand there in his underware and talk to me. Even though I was embarrassed I was too intimidated to say anything and just tried to hide myself the best I could. This went on 2 or 3 times a week for a few months. Then he would tell me to undress as he was filling the tub. By this time he had me beleiving he was the boss and I knew he saw me naked in the tub anyhow. He would just stand and watch me undress and get in the tub. He would always be in his underware and at the time I did notice it but really didn't understand what an erection was. He would stay in the bathroom the whole time and started washing my back for me. Over a period of time he would do more telling me I wasn't washing properly. I think I got so used to him seeing me naked it didn't really bother me that much. He then started to have me standup in the tub and he would soap up my whole body and even make me bend over to wash between my legs. At first I was humiliated by it but intimidated enough to let himdo it. It got to the point where I started to enjoy it and realized that it felt good when he touched my vagina and anus with his hands. Again this went on for quite awhile and one time his underware got real wet. At first he wiped them with a towel but then said he ought to take them off. As I sat watching him he took them off right in front of me and that was the first time I ever saw a penis. After that he started bahting me naked all the time saying he didn't want to get his underware wet. I think I knew what was happening was wrong but by this time I wasn't embarrassed anymore and did like seeing him naked also. I never said anything about it to his mom or mine and it just continued. It got to the point where everytime his mom went out he would ask me if I wanted a bath, and most of the time I said yes. Eventually I started to experience orgasms as he washed my privates and I was more aware of his erections. By the time I was 11 or 12, we were masturbating each other. I wasn't developed very well but he started to fondle my small breasts and nipples as he fingered me. This went on until a month before I was 13. He got a basketball scalorship and went away to college. I didn't see him for a long time and when I did we were never alone. That was almost ten years ago and the worst part is that now I see him a couple times a week. He works in the same office building I do. I am so humiliated everytime I see him I can feel the blood rushing to my face and know that he notices it. He marraied now with 2 kids and even though I do talk to him sometimes we never talked about those times. The only one I ever told about it is my girlfriend. He is lawyer in a large firm today and just smiles at me when we see each other. I do know now he was a pervert or a preditor but I did nothing to stop him and that in itself is embarrassing to me. I'm sure he knows what he did to me was wrong but why did I let him do it. I willingly let him teach me to masturbate him and just let him explore my whole body when he wanted. I am ashamed of myself but do realize now how he manipulated me over those years. I find myself trying to avoidseeing him and go in differnt doors of the buiding to do so. I feel so embarrassed when I see him i could just scream sometimes. It humiliates me even more when I see him eyeing my body up and down and I sort of know what he's thinking about. Its gotten so bad I put in applications for other jobs just to get out of this building. My mom is still friends withhis mom but don't really socialize much anymore. We wereinvited to his weeding a few years ago but I made an excuse not to go even though my mom did. I'm sure she wouldn't have if she knew what went on years ago. Theres no way I could ever tell her about it.

By Anonymous on General,