Posted by tina on July 18, 20012 at 21:00:37:
Hi, everyone! This is an update on a story I wrote some years ago. Enjoy!
“Girl in Brown Hose”
By tina
I
stand in line behind her at the post office. She is not a beauty but I
find her attractive. She is plump but shapely. She is wearing a beige
cashmere sweater that fits tight and shows the strap of her bra. Her
pumps are brown with a mid-heel. Her herring bone skirt is above knee
length and reveals the object of my attention.
She is wearing
mahogany colored stockings. The nylons are a shade darker than her
pumps. Her legs are gorgeous. They are chubby like her body but
exquisitely contoured. Her thighs curve in to dimpled knees which then
curve out to firm, round calves. The mid-heel of her brown pumps
slightly accentuates the bulge of her calves. From the lovely calves
her legs curve inward to a perfect taper at her well defined ankles.
It is an easy matter to get her name and address.
“What
is your name and address?” I ask. I’m kidding. I glanced over her
shoulder at the envelope she is holding and easily read her name and
address: Rachel Owens 2721 Park Ave Apt C.
At one point she turns
and I smile. She blushes as she turns away but I catch a slight upturn
of her lips. I think about speaking to Rachel but then the clerk
interrupts.
“NEXT!” the tawdry woman behind the counter bellows.
We
conduct our business. She is only vaguely aware of me but I am totally
focused on her. She is not a beauty but she is intriguing and I watch
her hose shimmer in the afternoon sun as she walks away from the post
office.
I do not follow her that day but eventually I go to her
apartment. I know Rachel is at school. She is taking classes and will
be gone until later that afternoon. Still I ring the bell just encase.
After the third ring I use my pick to unlock her door. I am glad she
has not thrown the deadbolt. Although such devices do not prevent my
entry they do slow progress and can be a nuisance. Her apartment is in
an upscale neighborhood so she probably feels no need for extra
security.
I walk through the apartment. I notice the DVD is flashing
indicating she is recoding a show. A few minutes after I arrive the
DVD begins to record. It is 2:00 and she will be home shortly after
three. There is a short hallway behind the couch. The hallway doesn’t
really go anywhere but simply has some closet space to accommodate
sheets and towels and a seasonal change of wardrobe. It has a set of
beads covering the entrance similar to the ones you see in Chinese
restaurants. I turn on the TV and am surprised at how high the volume
is set.
“She will be deaf by forty,” I muse and laugh at the irony. I
turn the set off knowing the volume will cover the soft tinkle of the
beads.
It is now a matter of patiently waiting. I am inside the
hallway but far enough back that my presence is shrouded in darkness.
There is a possibility she will come into the hallway but in that case I
will change my strategy. Based on experience I know a quick blow to
the abdomen renders my victims helpless. I guess I mean our victims.
I
alternately sit and stand to keep loose. I am totally alert at all
times so do not worry about falling asleep despite the boring wait. I
simply think about Rachel and those beautiful legs.
My wait is over
as I hear a key in the front door. When she walks into the living room I
am thrilled to see she is wearing the same outfit as when we originally
met. Of course I mean when I first saw her. This will be her first
meeting with me. She has the mail in her left hand and tosses it
unopened on the coffee table. She kicks off first her left and then her
right pump. One shoe lands upright on the carpet with the other coming
to rest on its side. She picks up the remote. She turns on the TV and
the DVD player. I start to move forward but stop as I watch her
rocking back and forth on the couch. I quickly realize she is removing
her dark brown pantyhose. She bends out of sight for a second and when
she sits back up she tosses the sheer nylons onto the back of the couch.
At least that is her intent. I watch as the silky stockings slide
unnoticed except by me off the couch onto the floor behind where Rachel
is sitting.
As she activates the play button I move out from the
hallway. I don’t even hear the beads move quietly back into place as I
bend to retrieve the discarded hosiery. I step up behind her as I wind
the pantyhose around my palms. In one move I wind the stockings counter
clockwise around her throat. Her exclamation of surprise is drowned
out by the TV. Rachel’s scream is cut off as I pull the brown loop of
hose tight.
The sudden lack of air quickly sends Rachel into a
frenzy. She tries to push herself up and away but I easily pull her
back down with the silky ligature. Her hands go instinctively under her
chin to dig at the stockings. Rachel is fighting hard to loosen the
soft ligature but my grip is too strong. Despite the TV noise I hear
her exquisite gasps and moans as I strangle her. Her body rolls from
side to side on the sofa as I relentlessly tighten the mahogany hose.
Her legs kick out with such force that she kicks the coffee table on its
side. Her mail goes flying as the table tips over.
After a while I
can see her weaken. Her hands come back and she grabs my forearms.
Rachel looks up at me as her hands weakly grip my arms. I pull the
stockings a little tighter. There is a flicker of recognition in her
bulging eyes. Then she lets go. I watch her hands move slowly to her
heaving chest. Is she actually squeezing her breasts as I finish
strangling her? It appears to me that she is but at this point she has
no real control of her failing body.
It is over very quickly. Her
head slumps forward onto her chest. Her hands drop down beside her on
the couch and her legs relax and fall lewdly open. The herring bone
skirt is around her waist. The crotch of her brown Jockey for Her
panties is fully exposed. I hold the mahogany pantyhose tight for a
moment longer. Rachel’s body slumps to the side when I finally release
my grip. I walk around and push her down on her back on the couch. I
lift her legs up. Her wide eyed stare looks vacantly at me as I push
her sweater up over her still breasts. I see her aureole through the
sheer bra that she wears. Are her nipples hard? I push the bra up and
her firm breasts plop out. The nipples stand at attention. I touch
them. They are hard. Her body is still warm. I grasp the waist band
of the brown panties. I pull the underwear to her knees. The panties
are slightly moist. I usually leave my victims displayed this way for
whatever poor friend or relative to discover my grisly deed. But I look
at Rachel and bulging eyes stare back. She looks so fragile and
innocent I cannot bring myself to leave her so rudely exposed. I pull
the bra back into place over her lovely breasts. I smooth the cashmere
sweater back down. I pull the hem of her skirt back into place but the
panties I pull down to her ankles as a small sign of my perversion.
There is a throw on the back of the couch. I cover Rachel’s body with
the throw tucking it up to her chin.
I call Max. He goes on duty in
two hours so I will call the police at 7:00 PM. “Yeah, you’ll like
this one, mate,” I tell my lifelong friend. I sometimes think Max
enjoys my hobby even more than I do.