Knock Her Out!

Every is happing really fast now, like it is in hyper-time. Quickly you move into the washroom with her right on your tail. “Where are you going Stud?” she asks as she reaches for you. Still in hyper-speed it seems like you are observing, watching the events unfold in front of you, rather than being a part of it. Something has taken over your body, a primal instinct to survive perhaps. You see your left arm shoot out in front of you, taking the middle aged woman’s hand. Suddenly you’re pulling on it, and spinning behind her in one slick movement. To your horror your other hand grabs a handful of hair on the back of her head and you watch as she is **** face-first into the edge of the porcelain sick. There is a sickening thud, but it sounds distant to your ears as if you are far away, and her body goes limp. She collapses to the floor, her hand swings wildly a she goes and contacts the glass vase on the table beside the sink. The vase, filled with dusty plastic floors, rotates on it’s bottom in a circle, then losses balance and topples from the table.

The instincts inside you are still in control, and your foot comes off the floor and catches the glass in the arch between the top of your foot and your shin. The act is very smooth and quick and it seems like you are only watching yourself do it.

“That was a little too close,” you tell yourself, feeling your heart thumping. Once the vase us safely returned to the table top you decide to hide the body.

“I’m sorry,” you tell Signora as you drag her motionless body into the shower. The curtain is a plain and pale shade of blue, you notice as you close it, concealing her from sight. You almost feel sorry for the woman, knowing she is going to have one hell of a headache when she wakes up. You decide that she actually looks quite graceful in all her nude glory. She has a nice set of large milky soft breasts, a fairly tight body and a gorgeous, shaved snatch. Looking at the woman has given you a massive hard-on that forces itself against your pants. Then a gust of wind comes through the window reminding you of your original task.