He pressed his back against the wall, next to the closed door. He tried to control his breathing; he felt his heart pounding in his throat, breathing in ragged gasps. His hands clenched white knuckled on the coil of rope...

In one of the apartments upstairs he could hear her footsteps. Moving from one room to another. Cheap apartments, four in a group, quadruplex, they call them. Floors so flimsy every step could be counted by anyone in the building. And window blinds so cheap and flimsy you could see through them, or around them, with binoculars.

From the building across the street. His building. He'd been watching. Planning. Studying her in her bedroom. Seeing her as she dressed. Undressed. Slept. The image of her nude body burned its way into his brain. The decision to kill had come slow and hard. But once made, the rest was easy.

The method - no question there. Just cover your tracks afterwards. But don't be a fanatic about it.

So he stood in the basement laundry room of a cheap quadruplex, panting and sweating in excitement and the summer heat. Listening as somewhere upstairs, in her apartment, she moved from room to room.

They were alone in the building. He had planned carefully. Made his move when the time was right. Her noose was already tied. The rope ran over a heavy pipe at the ceiling, in the middle of the room. He held both ends in his hands, behind the door. She wouldn't see it as she entered the room. And now he waited.

He heard the sound of her apartment door open, her footsteps on the creaky stairs to the basement. The door next to him opened. He stood very still behind it.

Through the crack at the hinge side he caught a glimpse of her; pretty redish-blonde hair, carrying a laundry basket. His heart slammed against his chest! She was wearing cut off jeans and a bikini top, and halter style, tied at the back and the neck.

She walked straight across the room to a washing machine. He moved silently behind her. Filled with the thrill and terror of it all. Almost not believing he was really doing it.

She set the basket down on top of the machine. He dropped the noose over her head from behind. Moving fast, he pulled the other end of the rope tight, and moved back across the room, past the pipe the rope was over, pulling her with him.

She gasped as the rope dropped around her neck, and then it was too tight to breathe, she never did scream. He held the rope with both hands and lunged across the room. She was dragged back from the washer, both hands at her throat, and jerked clear of the floor.

He tied his end to another pipe along the wall. And stood and back to watch her. She hung in the center of the room. Eyes wide. Fingers at her throat trying to get beneath the rope. The knot was straight behind her head. Her long legs and bare feet swung forward and backward, like a mermaid swimming. She made a quiet gargle noise.

He moved up to her and with shaking fingers untied her bikini top, then reached around in front between her elbows and grabbed the fabric and pulled it away. He briefly felt the soft warm flesh of her breasts.

She was kicking her legs now. One leg kicked backward while the other leg kicked forward. Her bare feet not quite reaching the floor. She moved her hands away from her throat and gripped the rope above the hangman's noose. Her breasts swayed and bounced, nipples huge and hard. She tried to lift herself with her hands, her chests heaving with the effort.

He stood there, mesmerized and watched her. Watched her moving breasts, her flailing legs, her wide eyes, and her gasping silent mouth. He tried to control his breathing, his chest was heaving as hard as hers.

He sunk to his knees and watched while she held on to the rope and stopped flailing her legs. Hanged still with her knees bent up a little in front of her. Her face had a hint of blue under her tan. She pressed her knees together and lifted her legs a little, thrust them slowly down. Again and again, her body trembled and shook. Her nipples jigged on the ends of her swaying breasts.

Then her hands started to slide slowly down the rope past the coils of the noose, down to her shoulders, and then her arms were limp at her sides. Her hands caught briefly on her breasts, making her nipples bounce as her arms slipped free.

Her legs stopped moving, dangling straight down, her bare feet twitching. The rope stretched her slender neck impossibly long, making her head look down between her breasts. Her eyes were almost closed.

Slowly her hands clenched into fists at her side. Her toes curled into tight little balls. Her body was racked with a spasm that made her legs flail out once move, and her breasts bounce heavily. She mermaid kicked once more, and then went perfectly limp, and hung perfectly straight and still. The rope over the pipe creaked softly.

Somewhere, in the distance, a dog barked.

With trembling fingers he reached up and undid the knot holding the rope. Her body slumped down heavily over his shoulder with an incredible weight, a dead weight. The slender woman was much heavier than he had expected.

He gently laid her on the floor and looked down at her motionless body. A shiver went through him, he wasn't done with her yet. Now he would do anything he wanted to her and she couldn't stop him. She couldn't humiliate him like those girls had at the mall the other day.

One of those girls had looked a lot like this one, so beautiful that it had taken his breath away. Her jabs at him had only served to make him angry, he momentarily wished that this woman had been the smart mouthed one from the other day.

But as he reached down to unsnap her cutoffs, his mind flicked back to the present. As he pealed the material away, inch-by-inch her wonderful cunt came into view. What a sight, it made his heart skip several beats, his breath came in gasps as he pulled her shorts down her perfect legs.

Then she was laying there totally nude, her body stretched out in front of him, waiting for whatever de decided to do next.

That decision didn't take long. He unzipped his pants and let the baggy material pool at his feet. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick was fully hard. It had been stiff as a steel pipe since she had opened the door.

He looked down at himself and saw that the head of his dick was all shiny and slick with his pre-cum. It was too much for him, he knelt down and with a knee, shoved the young woman's legs apart and he sank down on top of her unresisting body.

He gasped as the sensation of his dick sinking into her still warm cunt. She'd been aroused, or he was so slick that he just slipped right into her without any trouble.

Instantly he was gasping and humping, the sensations racking his body as he pumped his dick in and out of her tight hole, it was like everything he'd ever imagined it would be. He hugged her close as he thrust and thrust, grunting with increasing lust.

Then unable to help himself his body stiffened and he came in her. The first few gushes made his mind numb and he could feel it in his toes. Then as his orgasm washed over him and he continued to thrust into his dead lover, he realized that he was still hard and that he was going to stay hard.

When his first orgasmic delight was over he pulled up onto his elbows and looked into her face. He whispered his thanks to her. He told her how fantastic she was and that he was sorry that he'd had to kill her to get off like this. But it was necessary, it had to be.

After a few moment and without really even pulling out he felt the urge to fuck her again and so he started thrusting again. This time he went slower and deeper, enjoying the feel of her moist cunt wrapped around his dick. After all he wanted to get everything out of this experience that he could.

While he was fucking his victim the third time suddenly there was noise and just as he was about to cum once again hands grabbed his shoulders and loud voices screamed in his ears.

He was roughly pulled from the silent woman still lying on the floor. His dick felt suddenly cold and vulnerable as the cool air hit it, making it shrivel into a little wrinkled thing. People were everywhere and he was naked and put his hands in front of his crotch. Then he couldn't even do that.

He was grabbed and his wrists were pulled behind his back and handcuffed. His pants were still off and his dick was still hanging out in the open. He could still feel the juices drying on it and his heart pounded in his chest at the memory of what he'd just done.

If he ever got the chance to do it again he would, she had been everything he'd expected her to be. The experience must be repeated, some day it would, he'd make it happen, he had too...