Posted by tina on August 02, 20011 at 20:20:05:
Hi, everyone! Life is short! Enjoy!
“Rendezvous with a Strangler”
(Inspired by and in memory of Sherry)
By tina
The
headline was a size usually reserved for declarations of war and the
deaths of presidents. The simple three words seem to leap off the page.
Sherry sat down shakily onto the queen sized bed as her mind tried to
understand those simple words: STRANGLER SHOT DEAD. She quickly scanned
the article only to realize it was true. The South Side Strangler had
claimed his last victim.
Sherry threw the complimentary Orlando
Gazette across the room. Pages fluttered as she fought back tears. The
business woman had come to Orlando specifically to meet the South Side
Strangler. She had even waited for this particular symposium to be held
in Orlando on the off chance of meeting the strangler. Sherry knew the
odds were slim that a week in Orlando would randomly lead to contact
with the serial strangler. And yet her fantasy had led her to this
place.
Of course that wasn’t possible now. Charlie Smith was dead.
How laughable that his name was Smith. Shot twice by the last woman he
strangled. Sherry’s plan had seemed to be foolproof. She had read
everything she could about the strangler. Instead of worrying about
boring cocktail receptions she had planned all of her free time to be
spent at locations where the killer had met his victims. In fact
Charlie Smith had met two of his victims in the Orlando Ritz Carlton
where she had booked her room.
Then she thought about all the
wonderful plans she had made. To put everything in a positive spin
Sherry had booked only a one way flight to Orlando. The suite she was
occupying was an upgrade over her usual accommodations so she could
enjoy her last days on earth in extra comfort. That is when she
concluded she would have the time of her life. “Why not enjoy
yourself?” she wondered. “YES!” She actually yelled out loud. She was
going to enjoy her stay despite no strangler.
That being decided
she made a dinner reservation at the restaurant where Nicole Siegfried
had eaten her last meal. Sherry then drew a hot bath. She had relaxed
in the tub as the ache of a long day travelling was soothed by the hot
water and bubbles she had added. The towels supplied by the Ritz had
been fluffy. They felt good as she dried herself, rubbing the white
cotton gently over every square inch of her tanned body. She looked in
the mirror with renewed satisfaction as she used the blow drier on her
long blond hair.
The ritual of drying her hair always reminded her
of the TV show. Sherry still remembered seeing a lovely blond strangled
on that TV show. It was when she was a little girl and she watched a
program that showed a blond woman strangled by her lover. Sherry could
no longer remember what caused the man to attack the pretty blond. But
she clearly remembered the struggle as he tightened a pair of nude
stockings around the beautiful blonde’s throat. The woman was wearing a
similar pair of nylons on her shapely legs as she was ever so slowly
strangled to death. Her legs kicked wildly as the man garroted her. At
the end her white slip had bunched up on her firm thighs and Sherry
could see the stocking tops and the white garter straps holding them in
place on the dead woman’s now still legs.
“It’s a good thing I don’t
have my panties on yet,” Sherry thought as she felt herself getting
excited all over at this erotic memory. She was not sure why, nor did
she care, but the sight of a woman being strangled still was a great
sexual thrill for Sherry. After her hair was dry, she ran the towel
back between her wide spread leg but now it was more than water she was
drying away.
She had put a spritz of perfume on her right wrist,
rubbed her wrists together to spread out the aroma, and checked the
result with satisfaction. A touch of perfume was added to her cleavage
and behind each ear. “I think that gilds lily.”
The evening’s
wardrobe was waiting where she had laid it out on the bed. Her
excitement had grown as the white bra was fastened around the flat tummy
then rotated into place. Arms through the straps and flip the cups up
around her firm breasts. A careful plump to make sure each breast was
secured. The garter belt was fastened next in front and the clasp moved
to the small of her back. The straps centered over her blond bush.
She sat and rolled a stocking up in her delicate fingers, pointed her
toes and slid the stocking over her foot and heel. She kept her toes
pointed as she slowly pulled the stocking up her long leg. She loved
the way the hotel room light from the overhead fixture glistened on the
gossamer nylon. With practiced dexterity she fastened the white garter
straps front and back. The second stocking was given the same loving
attention as the first. Sherry dropped the white full slip over her
body. The slip hugged her curves like a second skin until it fell
straight from her hips. The slip covered her stocking tops at mid-
thigh. She had gotten her courage up the previous fall and had worn
the outfit to a Halloween costume party. She was rewarded with first
place in the contest.
Sherry looked at herself in the full length
mirror. “I think the South Side Strangler will find me simply
irresistible!” Then she had sighed as she realized she wouldn’t be
meeting her fantasy strangler.
But she had a met an most interesting
man at the hotel lounge after dinner. His name was Bill and he was
attending the symposium. Sherry had let him buy her drink as they
chatted about sexual harassment in the work place. Sherry found it
interesting that every time “sex” was mentioned Bill’s hand seemed to
move further up her thigh.
At some point Sherry had invited Bill up
to her room. She vaguely remembered kissing him passionately as the
elevator carried them to the tenth floor. There was nothing vague about
the way his hand had caressed her as he pushed her slip upward.
He had helped her open the door as she had struggled with her room card.
Then
she was undressing him and he was pulling her panties down and his
lovely cock was inside her and her long legs In the nude stockings were
wrapped around him and she came a river and he squirted an ocean in her
hot pussy. Sherry hadn’t experienced such wonderful sex in quite a
while.
“Typical man,” Sherry thought as Bill went off to the bathroom
when he was finished with her. She lay on the bed pushing their juices
back inside her and humming quietly as she had another delicious
orgasm.
When he came back he had a pair of her white nylons in his
hands. She had hung them up to dry earlier after her shower. The sight
confused her. Her brain formulated a question but somehow she could
not give it voice. With unexpected violence Bill wrapped Sherry’s white
nylons around her slender throat. She tried to scream but her mouth
was still processing the question, “Why are you holding my stockings?”
The scream that reverberated in her brain was little more than a
strangled cry for help as her strangler got the entwined stockings
around her slender throat and pulled them tight. Someone standing
outside her door would not have heard her call for help. Her surprised
exclamation was little more than a quiet gurgle.
Sherry felt herself
forced back down on the bed as the strangler pulled her silky stockings
tighter and tighter. She fought hard as Bill climbed on top of her.
Her lovely legs kicked wildly behind the strangler as he yanked hard on
the white nylons. Sherry pushed against his chest and then reached out
toward his eyes.
“Claw his eyes out,” the doomed woman thought as her
fingers reached out toward her killer. But he had seen the bright red
talons rise up and he quickly buried his face in her chest. He
maintained the deadly grip on the sheer hose as Sherry thrashed
helplessly underneath him.
Sherry watched her hands wave about
aimlessly over Bill’s head. “Got to get the stockings loosened,” she
had thought and in a spastic response her fingers had dropped under her
chin. Her nails clawed frantically at the silky stockings. But the
effort was in vain. Bill lifted his face from Sherry’s heaving bosom as
he pulled harder on the lovely nylons. Her bulging eyes gazed up at
his as he looked down at the nude bands of hose that were buried deep in
Sherry’s throat.
“It’s just a matter of time now, Sherry,” the
strangler said as he looked up into her bulging eyes. Her wide blue
eyes looked into his. Her red lips suddenly turned up in a hideous
smile. Her life flashed in front of her except it was a replay of the
long ago images of that other blond. Sherry wanted to thank Bill but
that was not possible as he finished his grizzly task.
The room was
very quiet as Bill held Sherry’s stockings tight. Finally he moved back
off the bed. Bill was surprised at the peaceful look on her strangled
face. The nude stockings were stilled wrapped loosely around her
slender throat. He could see the neat red ligature line beginning to
form. He bent and touched her thighs. Sherry had kicked the hem of her
slip up above her stocking tops. His hands moved again upward,
caressing the nude stockings and then the soft flesh of her upper
thighs. Her thighs were still warm.
“Not a cool blond yet,” the
strangler laughed. Bill walked over to the paper discarded on the
carpet. He kicked it with disdain. He blew a kiss to Sherry on his way
out but did not bother with the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign.