"Lauren"

Posted by Morbid on June 28, 20011 at 18:58:23:

It had been a long day at work for 31-year-old Lauren White, and as she made her way through the afternoon traffic she took a moment during a red light to slip her pumps off and rub her tan pantyhosed feet together. She thought about how she'd like nothing more than to receive a nice long foot rub once she gets home. It would be quite the relief after walking in her pumps all day. Too bad she has no one waiting for her at home...or does she?

Turns out her neighbor has been obsessed with Lauren ever since she moved into the rental next door almost a year ago. Aside from the occasional gathering of friends at her place, he never saw her with anyone. At least if she had a boyfriend or husband, he wouldn't feel so rejected, not that he ever tried to say anything to her other than the usual "Hello". Finally, all of this pent-up frustration got to him and he knew he never would have a chance with her. She was young and beautiful...just like all the other girls who turned him down and mocked his ugly looks during his formative years. He knew he had to have her, and that there was only one way she would allow him such a pleasure...over her dead body.

He grabbed the only pair of gloves he had available to him, a pair of rubber dishwashing gloves, in order not to leave any fingerprints. He also took his shoes off, only leaving his socks on. He wasn't sure if it would work, but it was better than keeping his shoes on and risking scuff marks and any dirt or mud on the floor that could be traced back to him. He knew she had a habit of leaving her bedroom window slightly open during the hot summer nights, and she had a bad habit of forgetting to close them during the day. That's how he snuck in the house, a couple hours before she was scheduled to arrive.

He spent his time going through her hamper, breathing in her lovely panties and stockings. What an intoxicating scent, he thought to himself. Then he heard her car pull up in the driveway and rushed over towards the front door, and hid behind it, next to the coat closet. She wouldn't see him when she opens the door, and it would give him all the time needed to do the deed. Finally, Lauren entered the house, her black heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. He managed to get one quick glance -- she was wearing a black knee-length skirt and a cream-colored elbow sleeve blouse, with a pretty white pearl necklace around her neck. He thought to himself if she ever considered the possibility that this would be the outfit she would be killed in, while she was getting dressed that morning.

Immediately he wrapped one arm around her small waist and put the other one over her mouth. Her screams were muffled, and that, along with the sound of her hosed legs going SWISH SWISH as she kicked in vain, as well as the nice smell of her brown hair, created an overwhelming assault on his senses. As a result of that, a sudden rush of blood filled his cock, making it get harder by the second. Boy, how she struggled! It was too much for him to deal with, and rather than take his time, he went ahead and tightened his grip on her head...and yanked it the other way as hard and fast as he could...SNAP! At that moment, only the snap of her neck and the clacking of her pearl necklace could be heard.

She let out a muffled yelp and her body suddenly jerked very violently, causing one of her pumps to fly off, revealing her delicate hosed foot. Lauren then went limp, her body now merely twitching as he gently placed her down on the floor. He looked at her hosed foot, the toes clenching as her body twitched. Her other foot still had a pump on, and it was kicking slightly. After about a minute, all movement stopped and she was completely still. Lauren White, daughter and sister, friend and co-worker, was now just a dead body.

Her eyes were rolled up into her head by now, giving the appearance of two light-brown half moons surrounded by a sea of white. The sight of this disturbed him because it reminded him that she was in fact, DEAD. He still wanted to maintain some semblance of a fantasy that she had given herself to him, so he closed her eyes, giving her the appearance of a sleeping beauty rather than a 5'6, 120 lbs. pile of dead meat, ready to be violated. His cock completely rock solid now, he pulled up her skirt and took in the sexy sight of his lady's tiny white panties under her smooth silky pantyhose. "Oh baby, you're all mine now!" he managed to let out between gasps of air (killing her took more energy than he had expected).

He could smell the combined scent of perfume, perspiration, and shoe leather coming from her feet. He moved down to lift up her hosed foot to rub against his face, taking in the smooth texture of her silky foot as well as the scent. He then took the other shoe off, before finally lifting Lauren's dead body up in his arms and carrying her towards the bedroom, where he would enjoy his prize. Despite what he may have been trying to delude himself into believing, he was no longer a man but an animal ready to pounce on his kill. She was all his now, this young girl who thought she could make it on her own. That's what he thought, anyway. He assumed Lauren White was really a bitch, just like all the other beautiful girls in his life. Because of that, he felt justified in snuffing this cunt out and making this world one less stuck-up pretty bitch with a fake patronizing smile.

But what he'll never know, having never made the attempt to have conversation beyond your average neighborly small-talk, was that Lauren actually thought he was a nice but quiet person. She didn't even know what the man did for a living, but she always wanted to know for curiosity's sake (all she knew was that he was already gone by the time she left for work, but always was home before she was). He wasn't her type, sure, but she had occasionally considered inviting him over the next time she and her co-workers and friends came by for a barbecue or dinner party. He was always alone and she felt bad for him. Maybe she could set him up with one of her older friends. She just had to find the time.

As he shot his load into Lauren White's tight cooling pussy, the man loudly groaned, then collapsed on the dead girl, catching his breath. He never had it so good, he thought. It had been a long while, and he wanted to enjoy her as often as possible before he had to get rid of the corpse. Good thing he picked a Friday to do this, he figured, she would be good for at least another day and a half, before he'd have to sneak her body out the backyard in the middle of the night and toss her in the dumpster in the alley. Then he would wake up Monday morning, refreshed and energized, and start yet another week at his job as a garbage truck driver. His co-workers loved him because he had no problems dropping them off before the shift was over and taking the truck by himself to the city dump.