I curled my fingers beneath the elastic waist band of her panties and yanked them down to the top of her thighs in a powerful stroke. Mesmerized by the beauty of the soft white skin of her ass, my body relaxed ever so slightly, loosening the hold I had on the back of her neck and blurring my awareness. A wicked swing of her leg had her heel pound against my shoulder, knocking me off balance and tumbling into the wall with a heavy thud.
Angered by my victim's audacity to pull such a stunt, I quickly shifted back to my knees and swung my arm...my bare hand slapping against her bare bottom...the smacking sound echoing through the empty apartment.
"Mmmmmmmfffffffffggggggggg......," as she tried to scream in pain through her taped mouth.
Regaining my thoughts and comfortable knowing I was still in control, I took another swing at her bare cheeks.
SMACK!
"Mmmmnnnnngggghhhhhh......," she cried again.
I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "This is the last time I will warn you. Be still, be good and be quiet and no one will get hurt. Understand?"
With soft, muffled, whimpering cries she managed to nod her head.
The situation was back under my control. I removed the glove from my other hand and removed the ski mask as I positioned myself next to her legs. My hair was matted down from perspiration and the cool fresh air was quite a relief. I grabbed each side of her panties and peeled them the rest of the way down...past her knees...past her ankles...over her feet....and off. Out of pure instinct I brought the sheer material to my nose and drew in a slow, deep whiff...her warm, musky, womanly scent filling my nostrils.
With her panties now tossed aside, I allowed one of my fingers to slowly trace up the back of her leg...over her calf...behind her knee...up the back of her thigh and slightly trailing inwards between her legs. Her sweet pear-shaped ass flexed as she tried to clamp her legs tightly together, but there was still just enough room between her thighs for my finger as it continued its slow journey upwards. I could feel the heat from her crotch as my finger neared...and finally my patience and anticipation was rewarded as my finger brushed across her soft, velvety folds.
Her body jumped at my touch, and another soft cry was muffled by the bounding tape against her mouth. But she managed to control herself and resist the instinct to kick and flail.
To reward her behavior I leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "See, my precious, no one is going to hurt you."
I sat back on my heels and returned my attention to where my finger rested...nestled gently against the slit between her legs. Using my free hand, I grabbed her leg closest to me and pulled gently in an attempt to part her legs. There was a split second of resistance on her part, but then she succumbed to the situation and her legs opened slightly.
Oh, what a glorious view! Her long, slender, tanned thighs stretching up to meet the sweetest, firm ass I had ever seen...cheeks slightly parted offering a view of a tight little butt hole...neatly trimmed blonde hairs framing the soft curves of her outer lips...delicate reddish-pink folds of tender flesh wrapped along the length of my finger.
I began to slowly stroke my finger up and down through those folds. There was no moisture, but my gentle touch allowed for smooth caressing.
My cock had grown to its fullest mass and had become almost painfully trapped within my jeans. As much as I enjoyed the view at this moment, I knew I had to get a move on as time was limited – her prospective tenants would be arriving within 30 minutes.
I stood up and grabbed her by the upper arm. "C'mon...stand up. Just shift to your knees then stand up."
Surprisingly, with very little crying, she obeyed. When she was on her feat I leaned her back against the wall and stood back to admire my prey. Sunlight poured through the sliding glass doors that lead to the patio, forming a bright, almost artistic design along the carpet and half way up the wall where she stood. Her long blonde locks were a frazzled mess...the parts of her face not covered in tape reflected a rosy-pink hue...her white lacy top was bunched a bit from our struggle...her blazer revealed creases and folds and was covered by bits of carpet fuzz...her long shapely legs trembled slightly.
I reached forward and undid the top button of the blazer...paused...undid the next button...paused...then undid the remaining button and the coat fell open. I slipped my hands beneath it on either side and shucked it from her shoulders, the blazer bunching up on her arms as her taped wrists held the end of the sleeves in place. Again I stood back to admire.
With the blazer out of the way, my eyes quickly dropped to the soft, downy patch above her mound...the fine hairs shaved in a perfect Mohawk design. I would be there soon enough...
My victim's breasts strained against her top...rising and falling heavily with her breathing. The lacy material was quite thin, offering a hint of transparency, and I could just make out the gold of her matching bra and the darker shadows of her cleavage. I reached forward with both hands and placed them on her hips...her body tensed slightly. Then I began to slide them upwards...my thumbs hooking beneath the hem of her shirt...slowly pushing it upwards as my hands slid along her waist and on up her sides. When my thumbs met the elastic of her bra, I pressed my thumbs into her skin slightly – just enough to allow my thumbs to hook under the material – and I paused briefly.
My breath was heavy with anticipation. I noticed her trembling body and shaky legs had become still in this exact instance...she held her slighted breath...knowing what was about to happen. With her shirt bunching atop my hands and my thumbs secure beneath the elastic band of her bra, I lifted my hands in one quick movement.
I watched in amazement...it was almost like slow motion...as her bra hiked up to her neck, her glorious breasts popped free...one or two soft bounces and a faint sway before coming to a stop. Two perfectly round globes beamed before my eyes. Oh, the fullness! Even without a bra her breasts formed an impressive cleavage. The outer and upper curves hinted a slight tan...the rest a creamy, milky-white. Large pink aureoles...capped with soft nipples. |
