Posted by Tomb on April 01, 2000 at 16:20:45:
The Changing Room
The young woman came into my shop on the perfect day. It was a spectacular, sunny weekday, unusually balmy for the season. I have a small store that specializes in bathing suits. I don't get much business in March around here, so I was manning it by myself. In fact, it had been so slow I had recently closed up for a couple of days to make some subtle alterations to the changing room.
I had seen her walk in from the left of the shop door, which made me wonder. I heard her musing, half to herself, that she'd never noticed the store here before. I asked her if she'd seen it while driving by just now, and she said no, she had parked in the huge upscale megamall down the block, done some shopping and then, seeing how nice out it was, decided to cut over on foot to the bike shop a few doors down from me. In the past I'd always wished for a more visible location, but today I was glad to be stuck in the back corner of the little open mall.
The young lady, who as it turned out was named Lisa, was strikingly beautiful, with raven hair, a curvacious body with a nice full round ass and tits to match, on a dainty frame with a slim waist and delicate, well formed limbs. Her bod looked great from any angle. Her skin was smooth and almost too pale, in contrast to her dark hair, but it somehow looked the better for that. Her face was pretty, serene, intelligent and had a hint of playfulness about the mouth and eyes. She moved with a definite self awareness that she was a babe.
I yearned to be intimate with her, and it was my good luck that I had prepared a way to do just that. She declared she felt like getting in the mood for summer, and I mildly suggested that trying on a new bathing suit or two was a great way to do just that. If she'd taken my racing pulse just then, I'd have been busted, but I managed to pull off a breezy nonchalance.
Lisa picked out a couple of skimpy bikinis, and made her way to the changing room. The alterations I had made were about to be put to the test.
The room was small, with hooks and hangars on the left, a bench in back, a door in front, and a full length mirror on the right. I had moved the mirror from the back of the door. It was now a two-way mirror, of course. And the door now fit into a front wall, instead of being the front of an open stall. There was a small vent under the bench, and another near the ceiling at the back, to air the room while the door was closed.
To air the room... Oh, by the way, as she shut the changing room door behind her, I dashed on tiptoe to the front door, quietly turned the lock and flipped the sign to read SORRY WE'RE CLOSED to the world, then scampered just as quick to the back.
So, to air the room. I had installed the option of filling it exclusively with air, of course, or with some fraction thereof: nitrogen. Lisa was to get the N2.
I won't bore you with the plumbing. The upshot is, I turned some valves and flicked some switches, and settled in to my darkened nook to watch Lisa try on the bikinis.
She was getting undressed alarmingly fast. I was worried the air wouldn't be flushed out in time, at the rate she was going. But the sight of her naked was enough to take my mind off any worries I might have had. I decided to live for the moment, and just appreciate what I was seeing. She was drop dead gorgeous!
But I needn't have fretted, for drop dead she did. She nimbly donned the bra of a cute little yellow number, and then the bottom, which was nearly a thong. She slowed down considerably, carefully adjusting her round, firm breasts in the top, and smoothing the bottom over her ass cheeks, half turning to admire the effect. Then, giving herself a quirky, smirky look in the mirror, she took the bra off, and admired herself topless. I admired too, in spades! I think the lack of oxygen was beginning to get her buzzed by then, 'cause she started lightly caressing her boobs very sensuously, with a far away look in her eyes. Soon she was clearly intoxicated, and no doubt tingling all over, as she started breathing deeper, swaying gently and tracing her fingers over her body like her own lover.
I'm afraid it all got to be too much for her, though, and she slumped down in the seat, obviously dizzy. This brought her up sharp (well, as sharp as she could be at that point) and a look of panic crossed her face. She raised an arm to rap at the door, and managed to utter an incoherent grunt, but I'm afraid she was slipping away by then, and no sooner did she lift her arm than it flopped down at her side, taking her down to the floor with it.
The sight of her falling out was indescribably exhilarating, elating. My heart leapt. It was time for me to doff my clothes, now. I quickly shed them in a trance, totally enrapt at the sight of her, just on the other side of the glass, with her thong clad ass half caught on the bench, sticking in my face, and her head and arms, and her breasts, pressed against the floor. Her pale skin gathered a lovely faint bluish hue, and her erstwhile heavy breathing slowed and then started to break up, coming now in sharp spasmodic gasps that punctuated ever longer stillnesses. I had never watched a beautiful girl die before, and I felt supremely honored.
After a few moments (that seemed a lifetime -- well, it was the end of hers) she stopped breathing at last and forever. Staring at her lovely round ass I could see its complexion now subtly draining and blanching to an even more unearthly pallid hue. Now, I quickly flushed the changing room with real air, and opened the mirrored wall that was really a second door to my cubbyhole.
Lisa was ready for me! She lay slumped on the floor like a stupendous pile of dead meat, which was about what she was. I gathered her up in my arms and carried her back to the cubby, which had a leatherette table padded with two inches of firm foam. I flicked on the fluorescent lights, and the small room was bathed in a bright white glow. And Lisa glowed like a marble statue in the sun.
She didn't feel like marble, though! She was warm, limp, soft and supple and looked ravishing. Her pretty face was profoundly beautiful now in complete repose, her mouth slightly open with a serene careless insouciance. Her eyes were half lidded; I opened them wide. Her clear eyes with their big dark dilated pupils were staring at the light, but seemed to be looking beyond time and space. Which was true enough, since her brain was dead. She was a corpse. I loved her.
I took in her whole body with my eyes. She was a sight to behold. She had the rare kind of beauty that went beyond the obvious; every part of her was exquisitely formed and the whole was even greater than the sum of its parts. It was hard not to focus on her boobs, though, as they were thrust so high and round as she lay there flat on her back. Her breasts were two pale white globes, with just a trace of a blue tint, and they jiggled deliciously when I jostled them. Her nipples were a duskier violet gray, on pale mauve circles. I took a tender nipple in my mouth, tickling it with my tongue as I cupped her breast in my hands. It was thrilling to feel the weight and roundness of her breast, perched atop her springy ribcage, and feel nothing but a deep, liquid quiet reflecting up from her stilled heart beneath. My mouth sucked at the boob, then wandered to its twin, then started kissing her all over her body. She was soooo nice, and she was all mine!
I ripped the yellow bikini bottom from her gleaming pale skin, and plunged my mouth into her sweet fragrant muff, grabbing and wrapping her thighs around my head. Her pussy was already a bit moist to start with, but I soon had it sopping wet with my eating of it.
It was time to give her a good fuck. I shoved my rock hard schlong into her wet pussy, and her round ass cheeks acted like pillows on the firm pad, thrusting her mound up to meet me. My cock was loving it, and I watched her boobs dance as I slammed it home, over and over. Her whole body was in motion, her head seeming to nod Yes Yes with every thrust, as her eyelids half closed again as in rapture.
Her young cunt was surprisingly tight, even in death. She had a very trim quim, but deep and smooth walled. I really got into fucking her, she felt so great, so sweet, so right! Faster and faster, we rollicked till at last I exploded into her again and again! I thanked her for coming into my shop, as I was coming into her corpse.
I lay atop her, utterly spent and content, my come languidly flowing into her body. Her dead body, which not an hour before had been walking down the street, not an inkling of how fateful its next step would turn out to be. I lay there for a while, enjoying the closeness, the stillness of the moment. We made such a good pair. We were made for each other, to be alive and just beyond life, here and now, doing this. My hands cupped her face, and I kissed her soft pouty mouth. Her pale plump lips yielded too easily to her teeth beneath. It was odd, a bit like kissing a skull with the flesh still on it, I thought in a flash, but it was also like kissing her. But who was she?
I wanted to know her name. She had left her pocketbook on a hook in the changing room, where she had changed indeed, into the glorious young female cadaver laid out beneath me. I satisfied my curiosity. It was Lisa, and she was just 24. Flush with cash, too. Very nice of you, Lisa, to leave me such a generous tip, I japed. She ignored me, of course. She was too busy being gorgeous... and dead.
My curiosity now was aroused by her body once again. I flipped it over on its flat smooth belly, and fondled her perky ass, which rose high over the cute dimples of the small of her back. Her curves were breathtaking. Her two cheeks were soft and round, a little cooler now than when we'd started, but so good to the touch. I kneaded them, I ran my open hands over them, I kissed them and smacked them. I gave her a good hard slap or two, but she didn't blush!
I laughed out loud. "You're my kind of girl, Lisa!" She was a good sport, alright!
I admired her limbs at rest, her shapely pallid hands that invited mine, with blanched nailbeds on delicate fingers. I closed her hand around my throbbing cock, and its coolness felt soooo nice. I massaged the flesh and bones of her feet, those pale little feet that had carried her here, that had stepped into the changing room and out of this world! I made love to them with my mouth and hands, then put them together over the table end and cradled my balls in the hollow of her shapely arches, then fanned her dead toes over my cock, which was about to explode!
I got some sesame oil out of a little squirt bottle and oiled her asshole with my fingers, then put some more oil on my cock. Her hole was now gaping, pale inside the tan pigmented ring, and round, not a pinpoint like live ones are. The curves of her round ass merged unbroken into her tunnel wall, not interrupted by a tight sphincter. The sight was most welcoming, and the scent of the oil? Hmmmm, smells like Asian cooking...
We started to cook. Her hole was even tighter than her pussy, and her well and firmly padded ass was heavenly to boink. I had her draped over the table, her long legs hanging down and her ass upward with the perfect hole-in-one beckoning my every thrust. It felt so good sticking it into her willing round hole, I pulled completely out, and plunged it home up to the hilt, again and again and again, as her deliciously cool firm round ass bounced to the violent impacts. Her jostled arms slipped off the table, swinging and flailing carelessly with every thrust, waving and slapping around as her shoulders rocked freely, propped and gliding over her big round breasts on the pad. Her head was nodding again. In a frenzy I grabbed a handful of ass cheek in each hand and fucked the shit out of her till I came with a long, throaty primal grunt. Oh! Oh, Lisa, you beautiful, sexy thing! I love you. It's a shame you really don't know what you're missing right now. But I do, and thanks again for dropping (dead) in!
EPILOGUE
You look done in, Lisa, I must say. You're just dead, aren't you? I know how you feel, baby; you wore me out too! What shall I do with you? Why am I asking you, the corpse? You're no help. Ah, but you are, though. I guess it's 'cause you inspire me, you wild thing, and I love to look at you while I'm thinking out loud. Hmmm... I'll get dressed, pack you up in this cardboard box and take you home, now, so you can cool your heels for a while, maybe relax in my big tub under some ice cold water. You're such a sweet girl; you don't want to turn into stinky spoiled brat, now. A girl in your delicate condition has to stay fresh. Yes, a nice icy cold bath is just the thing, clean you out a bit , stiffen your ass up for some more nice hot sex. I'm going to enjoy having you around the house.
Besides, we have to keep your meat fresh for a few days, till it's time to butcher you and eat you. That'll be a sad day, when I have to dismantle your exquisite form. Some of you will go in the freezer, for later. Maybe I'll cut off your head and keep it on a plate in the fridge, next to the milk. I'll leave the neck long, so you can be ready for me in the mornings, to take my stiff cock up your neck from below, and into your mouth. That would be some head!
I don't think I'll cook your boobs, when it comes time. They're just too beautiful. I'll slice them off your chest as an attached pair, and leave them in the fridge on a big silver platter. I'll take them out play with them, and maybe close them over my cock, so I have one big boob balloon in my hands with my cock fucking the greasy middle. Then I'll rinse them and put them back in the fridge, so you can keep an eye on them, Lisa.
I think the first thing I'll cook is a nice rump roast. I'll baste it and fuck it and bake it, and fuck it again out of the oven and then eat it. Mmmmm... Till then, I'll take a couple of days off and just enjoy your company. I could gaze at you, and romp with your bod, for days. But let's get you home, cooled off and onto the king size bed!