Posted by tina on September 08, 2008 at 12:12:05:
Hi, everyone! This story is inspired by a picture from 1937 showing women in a frenzy to get nylon stockings. Enjoy!
“New Nylons”
by tina
I stood nervously in line at Gimbles as first light crept up behind the skyscrapers across the street from the stores main entrance. Fortunately the fall day was mild. I was wearing my best dress. Underneath I wore my black lingerie set of bra, panty and lace garter belt. I was not wearing stockings. As I waited in line I wondered how many of the woman had the same naughty secret. We waited there for the same thing: free nylon stockings. Gimbles was promoting the new leg wear by giving away the first two hundred pairs of the sheer nylons. Those lucky women would be entitled to buy two more pairs.
I
watched her from across the street. Maybe it was her red hair that
caught my eye but I knew she was the one. I had arrived shortly after
the line of women had started to form. The petite redhead had joined
the line a few minutes later. I could barely take my eyes off her as
she waited patiently for the nylon promotion to start.
I imagined there must have been a thousand women in line with me when a Gimbles representative had begun to distribute the free stockings. I was fairly sure I was one of the first two hundred ladies in line. But either way my legs would soon be clad in the gossamer hose. I was willing to buy a couple pair. Some of the women had taken only the free pair of nylons but most bought at least one additional pair.
Her dress fluttered in the light fall breeze as I gazed at her lovely legs. She was bare legged but then she was there for new nylons.
I was so excited as the women in front of me began to move. Even in my highest heels I had trouble seeing over the girls ahead of me in line. After a few minutes I had gotten a glimpse of the sales lady at the table next to the department store entrance and I could see boxes and boxes of the lovely stockings still there. I was sure I was going to make it.
I could see her excitement grow as the line in front of her began to dwindle as women got their package of new nylons. The morning sun was beginning to creep over the top of the office building across the street and her long red hair shined brightly in the early light. I watched as she moved up to the table and excitedly took three pairs of stockings and gave the clerk her money.
I was so excited that I almost bumped into the photographer. He was there to do a promotional shot for Gimbles and asked me to put on a pair of the stockings right there on the sidewalk in front of the store. It was the exhilaration of the moment that had made me say yes. I could hardly believe I was pulling my skirt up as so many strangers milled around on both sides of the street. Even the men gawking on the other side had not bothered me. I rolled a sheer nylon up my right leg and fastened the garters front and back.
I was so excited as I watched her sit at the curb and put on her new stockings. I watched closely as she fastened the black garter straps. I assumed only a slut would wear black lingerie during the day. I watched as she bunched her dress up around her upper thighs. The nude nylons glistened in the morning sun as she slid first one and then the other stocking over her shapely legs. The photographer snapped an occasional picture as she donned the silky hosiery. I saw a flash of black panties as she posed.
I had finally gotten the pair of stockings on and put my pumps back on my feet. The excitement of the moment had intensified as I had felt the new nylons caress my legs. I blushed slightly as I remembered the photographer taking shots from various angles. I hoped I wasn’t flashing my black panties for the entire world to see.
I followed her to the subway station up the street. I was behind her as she took the Bronx train. She clutched the two pairs of new nylons to her bosom as though she was protecting a newborn baby or some precious jewel.
I clutched the nylons tight as I rode the subway home. Occasionally I would gaze down at my legs and I wondered if the men in the car gawked, too.
I gazed at her legs as the car jostled along the tracks. We had picked up an express so the trip lasted only fifteen minutes. She exited the car just ahead of me. Several people had gotten off so she still had not noticed my presence. I followed her to a row of brown stones that housed single bedroom apartments. I watched intently as she checked the mail in the row of boxes at the top of the stone steps.
I collected my mail and unlocked the outer door. I lived in a secure building and that had made my parents feel better about their “little girl” in the big city. I had dropped the mail on the coffee table and carefully placed the two pairs of unopened stockings on top my dresser when the buzzer sounded.
I waited for her to answer the bell and had told her I was delivering a package for her. There was a pause and then the front door buzzed as she unlocked it from the call box. I moved quickly up the stairs to her apartment.
I opened the door as I heard the deliveryman’s footsteps ascending the stair. I watched a tall man with dark wavy hair coming toward my apartment. His good looks had momentarily distracted me so I failed to notice the lack of a package in his strong hands.
I walked quickly to where the lovely redhead stood in the entrance to her apartment. I slammed my fist into her stomach as I had gotten close enough to where she stood. She collapsed back into the apartment and had gone down to a sitting position just inside the door. I had closed the door and was on top of her before any neighbors had appeared.
I smiled as the handsome deliveryman approached. I saw the punch coming but it knocked the wind out of me before I could scream. I was in shock as I had fallen back onto the throw rug at the entranceway. I was gasping for air as he entered, closed the door and grabbed me.
I yanked her to her feet, pulled her right arm behind her back and placed my left forearm firmly around her neck. I pulled just hard enough so she had not been able to catch her breath. I was familiar with the layout of this particular apartment. I dragged the struggling woman back to her bedroom. Her tight ass wiggled frantically against me as she struggled to break free. I was getting aroused as I pushed her toward the bed.
I was having trouble breathing as the man choked me with his forearm. He was powerfully built and I was fighting hard to break free. I realized he was taking me toward the bedroom. I was about to be raped. I tried vainly to scream but the chokehold had barely allowed me to breathe.
I stopped by the bed and told her I was going to release her. I warned her not to try anything or make any noise or I would be forced to harm her.
I was scared as he threatened to hurt me if I tried to get away. Then he had let me go. I rubbed my neck as I felt him unzipping my dress. I wanted to beg him to stop but I was too afraid to make a sound.
I trembled as I unzipped her dress and had let it fall to the floor at her ankles. As I had seen she was wearing black lingerie. I unhooked the black bra. She clutched her breasts but I was able to push the bra down. She whimpered as I pulled her against me. My hands replaced hers. I was surprised that her nipples stiffened as I gently squeezed her breasts.
I was ashamed as I felt myself get excited by the touch of this stranger. I had felt my nipples go hard as he touched me. I was pulled back against him. He was already aroused. I had felt his hard cock pressed against my panty-covered ass.
I pushed her panties down. She had put the panties on over the garter straps. I was able to get her panties down to mid-thigh before I pushed her down onto the bed. I turned her gently onto her back. She was really quite lovely, as she had lain on the bed with her red hair fanned out.
I had not resisted as he rolled me onto my back. I was suddenly aroused by the thought of this strange man violating me. I loved sex so I spread my legs as he unzipped his trousers. My black panties had slid toward my ankles. I gasped when his hard cock swung free.
I was surprised that she suddenly seemed to welcome me taking her. Her pussy was covered with fine red hair. Her nipples had still been erect as I moved between her wide spread legs.
I guided his erection into my moist pussy. My legs wrapped around his waist as he drove the hard cock inside me. I gazed at the new nylons as my legs clutched his muscular body. We had fallen into a rhythm of thrusts as he raped me. I experienced the most delicious orgasm. My eyes had been shut tight as I clutched his back. His cock was deep inside of me when at last he had cum. I had another orgasm as he squirted hot cum in my hotter pussy.
I had felt her pussy clutch at my cock as I had blasted a load inside her. Her legs and arms clutched me tight as I finished. She had opened her eyes as I knelt back on the bed and pulled the cord from my pocket.
I smiled up at him. Then I saw the cord. I had seen his face and I was able to describe him to the police. He was going to strangle me. As he stretched out the cord between his hands I pointed to the dresser.
I was startled when she had asked me to wait. She had pointed to the dresser and asked me to use them. I stuffed the rope back into my pocket. I climbed off the bed and picked up one of the pairs of hose. I opened them, dropped the cellophane packaging on the floor and then entwined the pair of nylons.
I watched from the bed as he opened the pair of stockings. He twisted the nylons together. I was too mesmerized to scream or to think about escape. He walked back over to the bed. I saw the stockings stretched between his palms.
I pinned her to the bed. As I slowly wrapped the pair of nylons around her throat she had asked me if it would hurt.
I was told it would not hurt. As I had felt him tighten the nylon necklace, I wondered how many times he had down this before. I realized that I would be the first woman strangled with her new nylons. I was gasping for air as the silky stockings tightened slowly. I grabbed his hands to try to loosen his grip but it was too late. I gasped in a tiny bit of air just before the nude nylons closed off my airway.
I watched as I slowly pulled the stockings tight. Her face turned a bright red as I got the ligature tight. I heard one last gasp of air as I had begun to strangle her in earnest. I had known it would hurt but I had lied so she wouldn’t try to fight me initially. It was too late for that now as I watched her tug vainly at my hands.
I pushed my hands up against his chest. The pressure was terrible. I wanted to curse him because he had lied. It had hurt worse than anything I had ever felt. I used up my oxygen quickly as I had struggled against the deadly force. My lungs had screamed for air as a big balloon filled my brain.
She had pushed against my chest as I strangled her. The new nylons had bit deep into her lovely throat as I pulled them tighter and tighter. The brown band of nylon had soon been swallowed in the folds of her throat. Her red lips had gaped as she tried desperately to breathe.
I had felt my tongue swell inside my mouth as the pressure had become unbearable. I watched his effort to strangle me and had known I was going to die. His forehead was furrowed as he strained to hold the stockings tight around my throat. I reached out toward the side table for a weapon.
I watched her right hand as it reached toward the nightstand. She was probably looking for something to use against me but only managed to knock the small reading lamp onto the floor beside the bed. Then she had dug furiously at the silky ligature with her red painted fingernails.
I heard something crash to the floor. My hands had gone instinctively under my chin as I tugged at my new nylons. I was sick from the pain of the strangulation. I wanted so desperately to loosen the hosiery. I had thought about being strangled to death wearing my new nylons. I had thought about how they shimmered in the light. I had thought about how gorgeous they had made my legs appear. It was my final thought.
I was certain the end was near as her struggles had weakened. Her right arm had moved out away from her throat. The fingers of her left had continued to clutch as the ligature. Her eyes bulged from a purple face. A string of saliva was oozing down from her dangling tongue onto her left breast. It was finished. I had strangled her to death with the brand new nylons.
I had rolled her onto her stomach so the strangled face was buried in her pillow. Her asshole was tight as I began to work my cock inside. I had enjoyed violating her for the second time as her body jerked sporadically under me like an epileptic puppet. I pushed my cock all the way inside her ass just before I had cum.
The story of her murder was not front-page news. The headline had indicated a woman had been strangled with her new nylon stockings. Of course the article was short on details.
Up above the article was an advertisement for Gimbles. It seemed there was going to be another hosiery promotion.