I like set-up, plot and some character development in my stories, so they will not be for everyone. But here goes:
Soon they arrived at the address Becky had given. It was an apartment building. Parking the cab on the curb, Jeff quickly looked in Becky’s small handbag to find her drivers’ license, with her apartment number on it. Locating that, he found her keys and pocketed them. He then carefully slipped his left hand under her knees and his right hand under her right arm. She giggled softly when his fingers slipped under her arm, and he froze, hoping he had not awakened her. But she lolled her head against his chest, sighed contentedly, and did not make another sound. Smiling, Jeff gently lifted her out of the cab, and carried her into the apartment building.
“Hey, mate,” a balding man of early middle age said, seeing Jeff and Becky as he was coming out of the building, “little late of night for makin’ deliveries, ennit?” The man laughed at his own joke. Jeff silently prayed that this buffoon didn’t wake Becky up.
“She’s my fare,” Jeff explained, indicating the cab with a backward nod of his head. “She fell asleep in the cab, so I’m taking her inside.”
“Don’t hardly see service like that no more,” the man said. “Here, mate, lemme hold the door f’yez.”
“Thanks,” Jeff said, carrying the sleeping Becky inside as the man held the door open.
“Roit, take care, mate,” the man said, letting the door swing slowly shut as he went on his way.
Silently praying for no more interruptions, Jeff carried his precious burden into the apartment building. She slept peacefully, her head snuggled up against his chest, as he carried her to her apartment door. It was tricky holding her up as he worked the key into the lock, but he managed it. Soon he was inside her apartment. He allowed himself to glance around the room, taking it all in; the pictures, the furniture, the magazines on the table, all the little things belonging to this beautiful woman that he had taken such pains to make his prize, if only for a night.
Jeff laid Becky down gently on the couch. She murmured slightly, and shifted a little, but her eyes remained closed, even when Jeff tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. His eyes slowly roamed the length of her body, drinking in her beauty. He stopped at her feet, shod in black F-M shoes. Jeff frowned at the shoes, with three inch heels and toes that came to a sharp point. They couldn’t be comfortable, he thought. She’d be much happier without them. He knelt at the foot of the couch, slowly lifted Becky’s right ankle a few inches off the couch, and began to gingerly remove her right shoe. She had been dancing most of the night, and a sharp aroma of girlfoot greeted Jeff’s nostrils as the foot within the shoe was revealed. Jeff stared at the foot, very shapely, with a high arch and round bubblelike toes in a perfect line. Becky wore some sort of translucent hosiery, alternating bands of blue and black. Unable to help himself, Jeff reached out and touched Becky’s foot, just at the ball of her foot, with his index fingertip. It was soft to his touch. He allowed his fingertip to slowly trail down the length of Becky’s arch. She began to giggle, softly but in a shrill tone. Jeff looked up at her face anxiously; her eyes were still closed in deep sleep, but her lips were parted and her pearly teeth showing in a delightful giggle. Smiling, Jeff gently set her right foot down on the couch, then lifted her left foot and tenderly removed that shoe. Again he reached out with his fingertip, this time gently touching the pads of Becky’s toes, one at a time. She did not giggle this time, but murmured a little at each touch. “Hm, hm, hm,” she went in her sleep as Jeff’s lightly probing fingertip went from toe to toe to toe. Jeff smiled, enjoying the adorable sounds coming from her sleeping lips.
Jeff’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at this beautiful young woman, stretched out sleeping on her couch before him, a sexy little smile on her face, a glimpse of her perfect white teeth just showing between her pouty lips. He did not want to awaken her, not yet; he was sure she would react angrily to the intrusion. He had been assured that the gas he used would keep her out and pliable for quite some time, but just to be safe, he wanted to take it slow, be gentle. But even keeping that in mind, he was determined to get everything he came for.
Jeff wanted to get at the silky bare flesh beneath those mod hose. Slowly, gently, he eased his fingers up under Becky’s pant leg. Becky giggled softly in her sleep as Jeff’s fingertips gently explored her calf. Jeff smiled with satisfaction as he discovered that the blue and black banded hose were knee-highs. He began to slowly, gently roll the hose down Becky’s calf. He slipped it up over her heel, then gently whisked it off her foot. He stared for a moment at the two perfect soles facing him, one totally bare, white and creamy with a tinge of coral pink at the ball and heel, the other sheathed in the translucent blue and black material. Then he gently slid his fingers up the other pant leg and slowly, gingerly rolled down that knee-high. He took his time sliding it up over her foot, revealing the tender, soft flesh a little at a time. When both feet were bare, Jeff could not resist bending down and planting a slow, soft kiss in the middle of each sole. Becky gently giggled in her sleep at the touch of his lips, murmuring as she did.
“Heeheehee! Don’t,” she cooed. “Tickles.”
Jeff grinned mischievously at her words. Oh, yes, it tickles. And there would be much more to come.
Jeff gently eased his hands under Becky’s knees and shoulders, and gingerly lifted her off the sofa. She murmured a bit in her sleep, and snuggled her face against his chest, but she did not awaken. The gas had worked perfectly. All these nights, watching her from afar, desiring her, Jeff was finally where he had dreamed of being. He carried her slowly into her bedroom. He paused for a moment to admire the decor of the room; every item was chosen by the object of his desires, was something she wanted close to her. Jeff gently sat her down on the end of the bed. He began to slowly ease her leather jacket from her body, gently tugging the sleeves off her arms. The rest of the clothing could come off later, but the jacket had to go now. Jeff hung the jacket up on a plastic hanger, treating it with gentle care. Then he tenderly laid Becky down on her bed, on her back. She smiled in her sleep; Jeff stared at her smiling face for a moment, wondering what she was dreaming about. Then he began to rummage through her drawers, searching for something he could use to tie her down without hurting her skin. He should have brought something with him, but he had counted on finding something. In the third drawer that he opened, Jeff found the perfect item. Pairs of pantyhose, or “tights” as they were called here in England; varying shades, but all soft and sleek, yet strong. Jeff worked slowly, carefully, not wanting to awaken his precious Becky. It took nearly half an hour, but finally, Jeff had manipulated her arms and legs into a spread-eagle position and tied them firmly to the bedposts with the tights. Becky still slept, but Jeff needed to be sure, before the game progressed any further. From his pocket, he produced a small glass capsule. He held this under Becky’s nose and snapped it with his fingers. More of the colorless, odorless gas issued from the capsule. Jeff’s supplier had assured him there would be no danger in administering a second dose, provided it had been at least two hours since the first, and it had been at least that. Jeff threw the remains of the capsule into the wastebasket, confident that Becky would not awaken for hours to come. He grinned down at her sleeping form, her firm young breasts rising and falling beneath the white fitted buttonfront shirt, her soft, sexy bare feet sticking out of the ends of her blue jeans. Her stunningly beautiful body was all his to play with, for the rest of the night.
Soon they arrived at the address Becky had given. It was an apartment building. Parking the cab on the curb, Jeff quickly looked in Becky’s small handbag to find her drivers’ license, with her apartment number on it. Locating that, he found her keys and pocketed them. He then carefully slipped his left hand under her knees and his right hand under her right arm. She giggled softly when his fingers slipped under her arm, and he froze, hoping he had not awakened her. But she lolled her head against his chest, sighed contentedly, and did not make another sound. Smiling, Jeff gently lifted her out of the cab, and carried her into the apartment building.
“Hey, mate,” a balding man of early middle age said, seeing Jeff and Becky as he was coming out of the building, “little late of night for makin’ deliveries, ennit?” The man laughed at his own joke. Jeff silently prayed that this buffoon didn’t wake Becky up.
“She’s my fare,” Jeff explained, indicating the cab with a backward nod of his head. “She fell asleep in the cab, so I’m taking her inside.”
“Don’t hardly see service like that no more,” the man said. “Here, mate, lemme hold the door f’yez.”
“Thanks,” Jeff said, carrying the sleeping Becky inside as the man held the door open.
“Roit, take care, mate,” the man said, letting the door swing slowly shut as he went on his way.
Silently praying for no more interruptions, Jeff carried his precious burden into the apartment building. She slept peacefully, her head snuggled up against his chest, as he carried her to her apartment door. It was tricky holding her up as he worked the key into the lock, but he managed it. Soon he was inside her apartment. He allowed himself to glance around the room, taking it all in; the pictures, the furniture, the magazines on the table, all the little things belonging to this beautiful woman that he had taken such pains to make his prize, if only for a night.
Jeff laid Becky down gently on the couch. She murmured slightly, and shifted a little, but her eyes remained closed, even when Jeff tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. His eyes slowly roamed the length of her body, drinking in her beauty. He stopped at her feet, shod in black F-M shoes. Jeff frowned at the shoes, with three inch heels and toes that came to a sharp point. They couldn’t be comfortable, he thought. She’d be much happier without them. He knelt at the foot of the couch, slowly lifted Becky’s right ankle a few inches off the couch, and began to gingerly remove her right shoe. She had been dancing most of the night, and a sharp aroma of girlfoot greeted Jeff’s nostrils as the foot within the shoe was revealed. Jeff stared at the foot, very shapely, with a high arch and round bubblelike toes in a perfect line. Becky wore some sort of translucent hosiery, alternating bands of blue and black. Unable to help himself, Jeff reached out and touched Becky’s foot, just at the ball of her foot, with his index fingertip. It was soft to his touch. He allowed his fingertip to slowly trail down the length of Becky’s arch. She began to giggle, softly but in a shrill tone. Jeff looked up at her face anxiously; her eyes were still closed in deep sleep, but her lips were parted and her pearly teeth showing in a delightful giggle. Smiling, Jeff gently set her right foot down on the couch, then lifted her left foot and tenderly removed that shoe. Again he reached out with his fingertip, this time gently touching the pads of Becky’s toes, one at a time. She did not giggle this time, but murmured a little at each touch. “Hm, hm, hm,” she went in her sleep as Jeff’s lightly probing fingertip went from toe to toe to toe. Jeff smiled, enjoying the adorable sounds coming from her sleeping lips.
Jeff’s heart pounded in his chest as he stared at this beautiful young woman, stretched out sleeping on her couch before him, a sexy little smile on her face, a glimpse of her perfect white teeth just showing between her pouty lips. He did not want to awaken her, not yet; he was sure she would react angrily to the intrusion. He had been assured that the gas he used would keep her out and pliable for quite some time, but just to be safe, he wanted to take it slow, be gentle. But even keeping that in mind, he was determined to get everything he came for.
Jeff wanted to get at the silky bare flesh beneath those mod hose. Slowly, gently, he eased his fingers up under Becky’s pant leg. Becky giggled softly in her sleep as Jeff’s fingertips gently explored her calf. Jeff smiled with satisfaction as he discovered that the blue and black banded hose were knee-highs. He began to slowly, gently roll the hose down Becky’s calf. He slipped it up over her heel, then gently whisked it off her foot. He stared for a moment at the two perfect soles facing him, one totally bare, white and creamy with a tinge of coral pink at the ball and heel, the other sheathed in the translucent blue and black material. Then he gently slid his fingers up the other pant leg and slowly, gingerly rolled down that knee-high. He took his time sliding it up over her foot, revealing the tender, soft flesh a little at a time. When both feet were bare, Jeff could not resist bending down and planting a slow, soft kiss in the middle of each sole. Becky gently giggled in her sleep at the touch of his lips, murmuring as she did.
“Heeheehee! Don’t,” she cooed. “Tickles.”
Jeff grinned mischievously at her words. Oh, yes, it tickles. And there would be much more to come.
Jeff gently eased his hands under Becky’s knees and shoulders, and gingerly lifted her off the sofa. She murmured a bit in her sleep, and snuggled her face against his chest, but she did not awaken. The gas had worked perfectly. All these nights, watching her from afar, desiring her, Jeff was finally where he had dreamed of being. He carried her slowly into her bedroom. He paused for a moment to admire the decor of the room; every item was chosen by the object of his desires, was something she wanted close to her. Jeff gently sat her down on the end of the bed. He began to slowly ease her leather jacket from her body, gently tugging the sleeves off her arms. The rest of the clothing could come off later, but the jacket had to go now. Jeff hung the jacket up on a plastic hanger, treating it with gentle care. Then he tenderly laid Becky down on her bed, on her back. She smiled in her sleep; Jeff stared at her smiling face for a moment, wondering what she was dreaming about. Then he began to rummage through her drawers, searching for something he could use to tie her down without hurting her skin. He should have brought something with him, but he had counted on finding something. In the third drawer that he opened, Jeff found the perfect item. Pairs of pantyhose, or “tights” as they were called here in England; varying shades, but all soft and sleek, yet strong. Jeff worked slowly, carefully, not wanting to awaken his precious Becky. It took nearly half an hour, but finally, Jeff had manipulated her arms and legs into a spread-eagle position and tied them firmly to the bedposts with the tights. Becky still slept, but Jeff needed to be sure, before the game progressed any further. From his pocket, he produced a small glass capsule. He held this under Becky’s nose and snapped it with his fingers. More of the colorless, odorless gas issued from the capsule. Jeff’s supplier had assured him there would be no danger in administering a second dose, provided it had been at least two hours since the first, and it had been at least that. Jeff threw the remains of the capsule into the wastebasket, confident that Becky would not awaken for hours to come. He grinned down at her sleeping form, her firm young breasts rising and falling beneath the white fitted buttonfront shirt, her soft, sexy bare feet sticking out of the ends of her blue jeans. Her stunningly beautiful body was all his to play with, for the rest of the night.
