by Dave Upfe ©
She could dance with the wind, twisting and turning on the dance floor, her flashing eyes lighting the crowded room. Her body moved quickly and deftly, and the way she moved her hips was alluring to the entire crowd. She danced on casting a flirting eye here and there, but always returning to the man who was her date. They were a mismatch from the start; she was taller than he, outgoing while he was reserved, and sensual while he was composed. That didn't really matter, for everytime she stepped on the dance floor, regardless of who her companion was, she had the time of her life. The hours slipped away, and the crowd thinned, but Andrea kept dancing. She had danced with all the men there, and watched most of them leave including her date; but she had found others to encourage her with wine and winks, so the dancing queen stayed on until tt closing time. The last in a string of men asked to drive her home, but she had wanted to walk for the exercise. She hummed to herself , as she waltzed home, occasionally repeating a dance step she remembered while in the arms of one of her suitors.
As she rounded the last corner, she tripped over his legs. She quickly stumbled backwards and peered through the dark at the slumbering figure - the neighborhood lush had enjoyed a rather pleasant evening himself. She kicked at his leg in disgust, then trotted on down the dimly lit street and up the stairs to her second story apartment. Once within the security of its homey embrace, she kicked of her shoes, grabbed her robe, and headed for the shower. Her legs were tight from the evenings activities, and she knew that they would be stiff tomorrow when she headed off for church. She climbed beneath her woolen comforter, and reached over into the top drawer of her nightstand for her "helper." It had been an exciting night, and she was still wide awake. With the aid of her little helper, she would be able to relax and get some rest. She secured the lamp on the same nightstand, and the room became instantly awash with with a pale blue light from the steetlamp just below her bedroom window.
A boy friend, from a previous life had made it for her; it was a little wooden box with four 24-inch electric leads coming out one side; two of them had alligator clips, and two were regular wires, coated with conductive silicone. On the inside was a 9-volt transformer, complete with a surge surpressor and two rheostatic controls; one for amperage, and the other for voltage. At the rear was an emergency cut-off switch (which she never used), a circuit breaker, and the plug. On the left side was a tray for her lotion, and some straight pins she used only when she felt extremely brave. It hummed quietly as she plugged it in, both contol nobs set to the off position. Her helper had become such a blessing for her; especially on the nights when men were from a different planet and the rest of the world seemed far away. The helper always brought her a restful night, without any need of formality or foreplay. It is small wonder that many of her co-workers considered her frigid; with her helper, a man simply wasn't necessary. Recently, however, she found herself daydreaming about how she would use her helper on a man, and those very thoughts frightened her.
She lifted the covers, and opened her robe to allow her fingers to caress her velvet skin. She was a comely women with her glasses, and downright attractive without. Light auburn shoulder length hair, so fine it would shimmer with the slightest breeze, augmented her coal black eyes. She had a wisp of a nose, small full lips, and the high cheekbones of an indian princess. Her body was equally impressive, with small firm breasts crowned with rich full nipples, a whisper of a tummy the seemed to touch her backbone when she lay on her tight cheeks. Her womanhood had a full complement of curly brown hair, neatly trimmed for easy maintenance; and two of the most inviting pussy lips ever placed on a woman. She kept herself conditioned, not only with daily Kegels, but also with a daily jog that kept her legs firm and well-proportioned with just a ripple of muscle beneath. Her hands and feet were small and dainty, and she always maintained a light coat of polish to protect the fragile nails from splitting. Her olive complexion glistened in the evenings' light, adding an almost surreal tone to the vision she was.
Running her tiny fingers around her nipples to awaken her desires, she reached over and grasped the bottle of lotion; smoothing a small amount on her fingertips before returning to her nipple play. The cool moisture of the water-based lubricant bathed her warm vaginal folds that were visibly trembling in excited anticipation. She applied the lotion liberally, knowing that it would evaporate quickly with virtually no residue. As the lotion was fully messaged in and around her clitoris, she inadvertently spasmed from the stimulation and knew it would be a quick release tonight. Her hand was bathed with a combination of lotion and her own cream now, and she raised it to her nose to enjoy the pungent odor. Although she didn't ejaculate, her orgasms were always extremely wet, often leaving her genitals and buttocks moist for hours.
Knowing she was ready, she gingerly attached the clips to her outer lips of her womanhood, then wrapped one wire, gingerly, around her swelling clitoris. The other wire she held to her favorite spot between her anus and pussy lips being careful to hold it by the insulating sleeve. Then, wetting her lips, she gradually increased the voltage with her free hand. At first, the sensations were barely detectable, but as she held her breath, and turned the control clockwise to the next distinctive "click," her sexuality awoke, and she began to feel every nerve ending in her abdomen respond to the warm flow of current. With a slow exhale and another quick breath, she eased the nob up one more notch, and that was all her body required as her legs bucked, her back arched, and the glands deep within her throbbing pussy exploded with a flood of her essence, flowing out of the vaginal opening and down the crack between her buttocks; leaving her body to flow onto the sheet just above her anus. The machine buzzed and popped as some of her natural lubricant short-circuited her helper and the circuit breaker popped out. Perfectly content, knowing that no electricity was flowing into her little friend, she released her breath slowly, and enjoyed the remaining spasms of her subsiding orgasm.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him - most of his body was hidden behind the exterior wall, but she could see the ski cap pulled down over his face with the two elongated eye slits. He was in a dark jacket with dark trousers or jeans, wore gloves, and was a perfect opportunity for her to test the skills she learned in her self-defense class last year. Still unaware that she had spied him, he grew more bold, and moved his entire body in front of the window to gaze at her beauty. This was all she needed, and with one swift fluid motion, she swept the wire leads and remaining covers from her body, and literallly flew to the window; breaking it with the sole of her foot. The momentem planted the same foot into his throat leaving him gasping for air. She lifted him up completely, thanks to the adrenalin pumping into her veins, and delivered a most deliberate kick to his stomach, knocking the wind from his surprised lungs and making him black out. She drug his corpse back into her apartment throwing it down in disgust, and plopped onto the bed to survey the mess she had just made.
At first, she picked up the phone to call the police but then, slowly and deliberately, she replaced the receiver to the cradle. She stood up, and with a flourish, wrapped her robe back around her body, and set about to the tasks ahead of her. First, she vacuumed up the broken glass, and straightened the shades on the window. Then she went to the laundry room, and grabbed an empty box with an end panel larger than her broken window. "I'll have to get this fixed tomorrow," she thought as she cut through the cardboard with her oversized shears, and, grabbing the duct tape from her writing desk, she sealed the outside chill away from her bed. Then she looked at her victim; he wasn't a very large man, actually he leaned toward the anemic and his labored breath assured her that he hadn't rejoined the living world. She rolled duct tape around his entire head, covering his mouth completely several times before she stopped. Grabbing the scissors, she cut away the ski mask and the tape all at once, letting his head fall from her partially uncovered lap with a "plop" when he started to drool. "How disgusting," she thought, as she grabbed the tape and renewed her efforts to secure his lifeless mouth. Again his head was pushed off her lap with a resounding "plop" when she insured the integrity of her latest efforts. She then straightened the bed coverings, and gathered all the remnants from her most recent adventure to stow in their appropriate places.
"What a night I'm having!" she exclaimed as she tossed the tape onto her desk; completing her final restorative task. As she started to walk away, she froze and turned to recapture the masking tape. With deliberate strides, she walked back into her bedroom and grabbed his limp frame by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the bathroom. With anger and a touch of fatigue, she ripped his clothes off. Being no stranger to the male form, she snickered as she exposed his lifeless manhood; he obviously was short-changed by his natural parents.
He had an average build, and an average face she thought,
as she rolled his body into the tub and started running warm water, but he just doesn't
have it where it counts. She scrubbed his body thoroughly as in a frenzy, despising the
liberty he took when he viewed her orgasmic bliss. Pausing briefly, she studied his
urethal opening for any signs of discoloration or discharge, and once satisfied that he
was of no physical threat to her, she used her fingernail brush to scrub his manhood
completely. She then completed washing him, and with deliberate motions rolled him out of
the tub, and onto a beach towel. Patting his body dry, she pulled his lifeless form into
the bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean-up, she dove into the comfort of her
now partially occupied bed face first. Within minutes, she was asleep.
"This is a little more than I wanted to deal with today," she thought, as she reached for the phone to complete a call to the local precinct. The phone was unplugged, and again she returned the receiver to its cradle. She drew in several deep breaths quite slowly to allow her head to clear, which gave her the necessary time to evaluate her next move. She always wanted to try her helper on a male; why not on one who, if she screws up, won't really matter! With no collar to grab, she went for his fly, dragging him with a determined resolve into her bedroom and onto the bed. She ran back to her desk, grabbed the duct tape, and returned as he began to stir from his lesson in kitchenware.
Quickly, she rolled him on his stomach,
and taped his wrists tightly together. His hands became a purplish-red instantly, and
realizing too much was not good, she ripped the tape off, and applied a second layer with
a little less pressure. She followed suit with his ankles after removing his jeans and
fllipped him over just in time to catch his mouth as he started to speak. She glanced back
at the clock; church had already started.
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