They were late in reacting to the unexpected deluge from the sky………..many commuters were stranded……….
Traffic was stacked up all round the city centre………..
Only her Police warrant card and her rank had allowed her to proceed out of central London……..
By the time she had made it home it was very late indeed………..
She was tired and dirty……….she had had enough for one day……….
Tomorrow was another day……….she would hit the floor running…………
First things first……….getting to her bedroom would be one………..
She walked along her landing, past her bathroom and spare bedroom and opened her white painted master bedroom door by its brass knobbed handle……
The hallway displayed a few framed pictures of typical English landscapes……..
Nicola liked her décor and interiors to be in a traditional and conservative style……..all with nice warming and sensible colours……
Nothing brash……loud, bright or dazzling…….no chrome or glitz……..nothing of a modernist nature…….
Her own bedroom also reflected this traditional and cosy choice………
When she entered darkened room her hand groped where the light switch was located………
There was another white flash………extenuated by the rooms darkness
For a second she saw fully the interior and contents of her own bedroom……….
Her fingers detected the light socket…………she flipped the hard plastic switch………….
The bedroom was suddenly illuminated……………
There was the accompanying and expected crack of thunder……….it was very loud
What a night she thought……….
She heard the rain pelting her bedroom windows………..
The ceiling was white……..with cornice style borders
The light fixture being a small chandelier affair……………
The walls were painted magnolia…………….
Near one wall was a white metal framed bed…………complete with elegant scrolling metalwork and crystal accents……….it was a real woman’s bed………very feminine in its design……….
It looked even more comfortable with her choice in bedding……….
Thick white brushed cotton over one of these new and very trendy…….thick continental quilts………
Two high and thick pillows, also in brushed cotton had been placed at the top of the scrolled metal headboard frame………
The bed was high from the floor…………..the top of the mattress was level with her upper legs…………
The floor was dark wood………and panelled……..
Two thick rugs………in a rich floral pattern had been laid either side of the white frame……………
Two bedside cabinets were on either side…….made of dark walnut…………bedside lamps for her night time reading sat neatly on top………an old style rotary alarm clock with two brass bells on either side………..
All sat on lace doilies…………
Two antique carved walnut and olive wardrobes contained the rest of her clothing……..
Inside these two tall wardrobes was the variety of garments that made Nicola Yates the woman she was……..
Inside was stored her tastes………her general character………..her personality……….
Her unique identity…………
They had been positioned on the opposite wall from that of the bedroom windows………..both had inlaid mirrors set within……….obviously for use to view her reflection when required…………
Handy for a girl to check on how she looked before entering the real world……….
As she had done that same morning when squeezing herself into her then fresh dress uniform………..
The wardrobes had cost her a pretty penny too………..
Another thick rug had been laid in front of the two wardrobes…………
On the street facing magnolia painted wall were set two small front windows……..the frames had been inlaid with deep window sills……….…
The wooden trim frames had been painted white………..the windows were doubles………opened outwards by the use of two small brass handles……….and latched at the top…………
The rain was still pelting the glass………
She could hear the wind howling outside…………
On this wall also stood her vanity table or dressing bureau………..
This is where she normally sat down and applied and removed her makeup on a daily basis……..….and fixed her hair at the start of the day………..or when she was going for a night out……….
Again it was wood carved……..walnut and olive……….crenulated with hand carved inlaid flowers…….
The framed mirror on top was large and oval in shape………..
A small blue velvet cushioned wooden stool had been placed underneath the kneehole table top……..
With a central long drawer, flanked by three further short drawers each side………..
Supported by sweeping long legs……………
The piece of furniture was very chic and feminine to the bone………and again very expensive……..
Resting on the tabletop were Nicola Yates personal preferences in makeup and perfumes………hairbrushes and combs………pots with brushes sticking out, eyeliner pencils……..lipstick tubes………a box of hairpins……..to name just a few…………
The central long drawer and those to the sides…………
They held her……..how could one describe them………
Well………..they contained certain items that made a woman a woman………….
Next to the vanity table was a chest of drawers……..
Again made of wood that matched the rest of her bedroom furniture…………..but this time it was heavily built and made of dark oak……….
It was a Heals style……..rather square and brutalist in its design………
Which was not normally to Nicola’s taste……..
But it did have one advantage and that was it had lots of potential storage space……
It was a high chest of five drawers, two short over three long with dove tail joints and horizontal handles…….
Its drawers were wide and deep……..
This was where Nicola Yates stored her underwear, nylons and sleepwear………….her frillies if you like……
Nicola padded over to the first window…………
There was that flash again……..
She recoiled a little, stepping back from the window………..
She saw nothing except her refection looking back at her……….
Rain running down the pane of glass………
She was thinking that this must be the storm of the decade………..
Thank god she was not a beat cop any longer………and out in this………
The switchboards at central control must be going haywire………….
But tonight…….that was someone else’s problem……....and not hers…….
There was the crack of thunder…………….
The windows had lace netting hanging in place………in the daytime no one could see in
The lace had been drawn back by Nicola that very morning………..she liked natural light entering her bedroom……….however weak at times…………
Which was a lot this time of year……….
But at night with the light on………it was better to pull the thick brown curtains shut before one got undressed……..or dressed
One never knew who was watching out there……………there was no such thing as a neighbourly neighbour……….
This she proceeded to do……..
Before closing the last curtain on its rail……….she again briefly looked out………
It was foul out there…….…….
Where the hell did this come from………..Russia probably, like most problems lately………
But she felt very snug within her home………….safe and isolated from the world outside
It was her private and intimate domain……….
And with that and the curtains drawn it was time to get undressed………..
She bent over………..her peachy backside expanding under the tight black uniform skirt………
There was no sign of any visible panty line………her slip underneath took care of that little social problem……..
She ran her hands along one of her ankles and calf’s……..her hand slid over the black nylon……..
Her hands felt moist………..
She straightened up……….
And then padded over to her vanity table…………….she looked down into her oval mirror………..
Her makeup as suspected had been ruined by the gale force wind and rain………
And just to be reminded a gust of wind and rain hit the window pane outside…………
She hoped the glass would hold………
She looked a fright……….even her tightly coiled her was out of place……..
She felt hot now, what with the central heating blasting away……..
A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
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Nothing wrong with the central heating in her house……..
She started to unbutton her black tunic…………
At the same time looking around her room……….
What a day she thought……..busy as hell
Well, that was to be expected………this was not a normal assignment……….
She really had not enjoyed looking after those Italians……..
And that Bossetti woman came across as a right one………..it was rare that she disliked someone on a first meeting………
As pulled her tunic over her shoulders the white shirt underneath pulled tight over her bust………revealing the rich and rounded curve of her breasts, the outline of her bra cups briefly showing through the white fabric……….
Just as the imposter Bossetti had kept on imagining them to be………..but Nicola Yates was luckily oblivious to that………..
The shirt was creased and wrinkled in places………naturally so after a hard day at work……
And very damp on her back…………and shoulders……….
The chequered cravat was at her throat and over her upper chest……..
Her shirt tucked into her skirt………belted, trim and tight………
She went to one of the wardrobes…………..her tunic in one hand, with the other free hand she opened a door…….
Revealing the contents of the wardrobe……..
Two inlaid mirrors were now either side of her………
She reached in and selected a clothes hanger……..then inserted the hanger inside the tunic, whereby it was hung from its shoulders……….
She placed the hanger with the tunic back inside and on the rail……..
Within this wardrobe Nicola Yates tended to store her spare uniforms and working attire………
Formal and businesslike blouses, ladies suit trousers, jackets and skirts……….
Maybe the odd dress or two……..dark colours……… sober business attire……….normally worn for investigations or for an official function……….or to collect visiting foreign police officials at airports for instance………
Like yesterday…………
Uniforms she asked herself………..looking at her own
She had seen a lot of those today……..strange ones too………
Like on those two Italians………..who looked more chic in theirs………the cut being more superior, more feminine……….
If there was one thing the Italians were good at………it was uniforms………and the ladies examples oozed sex appeal……
Her own……..well……..it was more utilitarian………more officious………more military in its design………maybe a little more practical……….just
Her face took on a grimace………
Lucky sods she thought………
She also spied a few pairs of her shoes placed at the bottom of the wardrobe………..some of her heeled court shoes and service heels………
Those Italians were wearing heeled shoes………..she supposed that they were their version of service shoes………but the heel was very thin and high……….the foot more revealing and open……….the toe more pointed………..
Milanese style she supposed……….
Their skirts tighter and higher…….
Their tunics better cut……….more fashionable………..
But it was not how they dressed that had bothered her………..
There had been no envy……….or petty jealously…………
Well…..not much anyway……….
It was what had been said that had bothered her………..
And that Captain Bossetti had really annoyed her……..and it had shown too, unfortunately……..
In front of her chiefs too……….
Her and her tales of perverted horror……..
Too much detail there……..as if the Italian enjoyed relaying the gruesome details………
And as if she enjoyed goading Nicola……….making her feel uncomfortable……..
Which in fact it actually did………
The woman’s train of thought always came back to the act of taking off another women’s clothes…..…and someone else wearing them…..….there had been too much emphasis on that aspect of the various felony’s …………heinous as they had all been………
Rape too……….the ultimate violation………………by a twisted fellow female to boot……….
Plus…………and very alarming indeed was the fact that there were other twisted and warped women out there somewhere………..and Nicola was part of the organization that needed to catch them…….
And apprehend them soon………..
Before some other innocent female had to endure the same as those poor unfortunates in the Italian Captains lurid tales….…….
By the sound of it the Italian had become too obsessed with her various case loads……….too much time working……….and she worked alone………..
Nicola had seen that before in others..………..but that was mainly with men…….…men who had been too long in the job………..
Thunder crashed again outside…………wind howled around her house
She briefly looked at the window opposite……..
She could hear rain pelting glass………….
She turned her mind to the task in hand………like removing her clothes
Her fingers were now at her neck, looking for the top collar button of her shirt, her red nailed fingers hooking inside……….there was a gold ring with a red stone on one finger………the other hand lifted up her shirt collar………
She looked at her reflection as she fiddled with the button…………….
She licked her lip………her lipstick was ruined………most of it no doubt on that towel in the hallway downstairs………
Finally the button was undone…………..
Three other buttons followed suit as at the same time the black and white chequered cravat was removed……..
She tossed the cravat onto the vanity table top……..
Her shirt was now open at the neck……..revealing her pale white upper décolletage………..she had worn no chain from her slim and faultless neck that day……….there was no need to…….
There would be no one to see her wearing it……….
She stood straight………in her shirt and belted skirt……….her face angled towards her oval shaped vanity mirror…………..her neck looked fine………..no early evidence of her skin wrinkling………
The neck and décolletage were always the first places to look for in aging………
She ran her hand over her upper chest……..
Nothing to worry about yet she concluded………thank god………..despite the stress of her chosen profession……..
The skirt followed the curvature of her behind, even the zip at the rear……………..the black material wide and taut on her thighs and wide hips………...the skirt followed the curve of her thin stomach……….
She had a great shape complimented by her toned legs encased in black nylon…………
Those legs were now slightly standing apart……..
She raised both her arms……..then positioned them high behind her head………her elbows high and level with her shoulders………
The shirt stretched tight on her back………the shirt was very damp and wet there from the rainwater………..causing the white cotton to cling to her skin…………the outline of her U shape designed bra band became highly visible on her back……..it was a thick bra band………….also very perceptible was her bra straps leading up to and over her shoulders…………
The imposter Bossetti would have shuddered with illicit excitement………….
She proceeded to remove her hair pins……….when removing one she placed the pin between her rounded lips………they were easy to drop………and a pain to find afterwards……….
While carrying out this tricky but well practiced ritual she was still dwelling on the day’s events………
Bossetti’s chilling dialogue had disturbed her more than she would have liked to have admitted………
Women targeted………..innocent women mainly, going about their daily lives………
Women like herself in fact………the professional type
Maybe living in happy times……….they were busy people with friends and families…….husbands and lovers………..or maybe not, but still having normal lives to live……..
Then suddenly their world was turned upside down by some nut job………..or nut jobs
All being robbed and forcibly restrained………….and impersonated………..
Another person wearing their clothes……….using their names……….at times stealing their appearance………their faces and looks……..
The targeted women closeted away……..normally in a darkened space………rendered helpless as someone else took over their lives…….
Strangers handling and wearing their underwear………..
As well as disgusting it was also very frightening…………..unnerving
She started to unbutton her black tunic…………
At the same time looking around her room……….
What a day she thought……..busy as hell
Well, that was to be expected………this was not a normal assignment……….
She really had not enjoyed looking after those Italians……..
And that Bossetti woman came across as a right one………..it was rare that she disliked someone on a first meeting………
As pulled her tunic over her shoulders the white shirt underneath pulled tight over her bust………revealing the rich and rounded curve of her breasts, the outline of her bra cups briefly showing through the white fabric……….
Just as the imposter Bossetti had kept on imagining them to be………..but Nicola Yates was luckily oblivious to that………..
The shirt was creased and wrinkled in places………naturally so after a hard day at work……
And very damp on her back…………and shoulders……….
The chequered cravat was at her throat and over her upper chest……..
Her shirt tucked into her skirt………belted, trim and tight………
She went to one of the wardrobes…………..her tunic in one hand, with the other free hand she opened a door…….
Revealing the contents of the wardrobe……..
Two inlaid mirrors were now either side of her………
She reached in and selected a clothes hanger……..then inserted the hanger inside the tunic, whereby it was hung from its shoulders……….
She placed the hanger with the tunic back inside and on the rail……..
Within this wardrobe Nicola Yates tended to store her spare uniforms and working attire………
Formal and businesslike blouses, ladies suit trousers, jackets and skirts……….
Maybe the odd dress or two……..dark colours……… sober business attire……….normally worn for investigations or for an official function……….or to collect visiting foreign police officials at airports for instance………
Like yesterday…………
Uniforms she asked herself………..looking at her own
She had seen a lot of those today……..strange ones too………
Like on those two Italians………..who looked more chic in theirs………the cut being more superior, more feminine……….
If there was one thing the Italians were good at………it was uniforms………and the ladies examples oozed sex appeal……
Her own……..well……..it was more utilitarian………more officious………more military in its design………maybe a little more practical……….just
Her face took on a grimace………
Lucky sods she thought………
She also spied a few pairs of her shoes placed at the bottom of the wardrobe………..some of her heeled court shoes and service heels………
Those Italians were wearing heeled shoes………..she supposed that they were their version of service shoes………but the heel was very thin and high……….the foot more revealing and open……….the toe more pointed………..
Milanese style she supposed……….
Their skirts tighter and higher…….
Their tunics better cut……….more fashionable………..
But it was not how they dressed that had bothered her………..
There had been no envy……….or petty jealously…………
Well…..not much anyway……….
It was what had been said that had bothered her………..
And that Captain Bossetti had really annoyed her……..and it had shown too, unfortunately……..
In front of her chiefs too……….
Her and her tales of perverted horror……..
Too much detail there……..as if the Italian enjoyed relaying the gruesome details………
And as if she enjoyed goading Nicola……….making her feel uncomfortable……..
Which in fact it actually did………
The woman’s train of thought always came back to the act of taking off another women’s clothes…..…and someone else wearing them…..….there had been too much emphasis on that aspect of the various felony’s …………heinous as they had all been………
Rape too……….the ultimate violation………………by a twisted fellow female to boot……….
Plus…………and very alarming indeed was the fact that there were other twisted and warped women out there somewhere………..and Nicola was part of the organization that needed to catch them…….
And apprehend them soon………..
Before some other innocent female had to endure the same as those poor unfortunates in the Italian Captains lurid tales….…….
By the sound of it the Italian had become too obsessed with her various case loads……….too much time working……….and she worked alone………..
Nicola had seen that before in others..………..but that was mainly with men…….…men who had been too long in the job………..
Thunder crashed again outside…………wind howled around her house
She briefly looked at the window opposite……..
She could hear rain pelting glass………….
She turned her mind to the task in hand………like removing her clothes
Her fingers were now at her neck, looking for the top collar button of her shirt, her red nailed fingers hooking inside……….there was a gold ring with a red stone on one finger………the other hand lifted up her shirt collar………
She looked at her reflection as she fiddled with the button…………….
She licked her lip………her lipstick was ruined………most of it no doubt on that towel in the hallway downstairs………
Finally the button was undone…………..
Three other buttons followed suit as at the same time the black and white chequered cravat was removed……..
She tossed the cravat onto the vanity table top……..
Her shirt was now open at the neck……..revealing her pale white upper décolletage………..she had worn no chain from her slim and faultless neck that day……….there was no need to…….
There would be no one to see her wearing it……….
She stood straight………in her shirt and belted skirt……….her face angled towards her oval shaped vanity mirror…………..her neck looked fine………..no early evidence of her skin wrinkling………
The neck and décolletage were always the first places to look for in aging………
She ran her hand over her upper chest……..
Nothing to worry about yet she concluded………thank god………..despite the stress of her chosen profession……..
The skirt followed the curvature of her behind, even the zip at the rear……………..the black material wide and taut on her thighs and wide hips………...the skirt followed the curve of her thin stomach……….
She had a great shape complimented by her toned legs encased in black nylon…………
Those legs were now slightly standing apart……..
She raised both her arms……..then positioned them high behind her head………her elbows high and level with her shoulders………
The shirt stretched tight on her back………the shirt was very damp and wet there from the rainwater………..causing the white cotton to cling to her skin…………the outline of her U shape designed bra band became highly visible on her back……..it was a thick bra band………….also very perceptible was her bra straps leading up to and over her shoulders…………
The imposter Bossetti would have shuddered with illicit excitement………….
She proceeded to remove her hair pins……….when removing one she placed the pin between her rounded lips………they were easy to drop………and a pain to find afterwards……….
While carrying out this tricky but well practiced ritual she was still dwelling on the day’s events………
Bossetti’s chilling dialogue had disturbed her more than she would have liked to have admitted………
Women targeted………..innocent women mainly, going about their daily lives………
Women like herself in fact………the professional type
Maybe living in happy times……….they were busy people with friends and families…….husbands and lovers………..or maybe not, but still having normal lives to live……..
Then suddenly their world was turned upside down by some nut job………..or nut jobs
All being robbed and forcibly restrained………….and impersonated………..
Another person wearing their clothes……….using their names……….at times stealing their appearance………their faces and looks……..
The targeted women closeted away……..normally in a darkened space………rendered helpless as someone else took over their lives…….
Strangers handling and wearing their underwear………..
As well as disgusting it was also very frightening…………..unnerving
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
She sighed……..
Human nature beggared belief at times…………
She removed the last pin……….her hair started to become free from the tight coil………she ran her hand through her fine black hair………..her fingers digging deep………she ran her hands over her new fringe………..
She then removed the black elasticised hair band………..
She ruffled her hair where the tight bun had been……..
That felt good already……….
The small hair pins were carefully placed on the vanity table……..
She then reached up and behind once more…………her shirt pulling even tighter over her rounded and heavy bust………..
Her bra cups outlined under the shirt………the remaining buttons becoming very stressed……..
She had a great figure………..
And unknown to Nicola Yates, a similar physique to that of the fake Bossetti
A fact that the fake Captain Clio Bossetti had not let go unnoticed………
A body that the Italian had been secretly lusting over…………
Nicola would have been mortified, as well as outraged………..and possibly petrified at the same time…….
She would feel even better after getting her bra and tights off………
The curse of being a woman……….always forced to wear tight and restrictive clothing……..
They were the rules unfortunately………..
Unless one was at home in complete privacy…………
She shook her head…….running her hands through her jet black hair……..
Her flowing fine hair now cascading to her shoulders…………covering her neck and now low over her brow………just above her thin pencil like eyebrows………..
With her hair now down, loose and dishevelled it changed the shape and profile on her attractive face……..
Her thin, taut female features, high cheekbones and her triangular jaw were less prominent………
Her nose looked even smaller…………her dark and close set eyes looked even cuter………..with her hair down she looked almost doe eyed………
Her small ears with their gold studs now hidden behind her long hair……..
She looked less the professional Police Woman and more like the young woman she was meant to be…….
She padded over to her bedroom door……….another white painted carved and crenulated design, matching the rest of the décor within her master bedroom…………….
She gently pushed the door towards the open doorway, that led onto the landing……….revealing behind it, on brass hooks her dark blue terry cloth dressing gown and her short white cotton night dress………..hanging by its thin spaghetti straps………
Exactly where she had placed them that morning……….
She retrieved both garments and placed them on the soft quilt of her comfy looking bed………
That done……….
She then proceeded to bend over……..very low…..
Her ample and shapely posterior expanded……….again…………..one just wanted to reach out and squeeze
She stood up again………...her loose hair falling back into place……………
She had her soft fluffy white slippers in her hands…………..
She moved back over to her opened wardrobe and deposited her slippers there………
She was preparing for her next task………like going to her bathroom and running that long anticipated boiling hot water…………
But first she had to get out of these clothes……..
Her fingers slid onto her belt buckle………..a thin black leather affair………….she released the buckle………then pulled the strap through the skirts belt loops…….
The leather belt hissed as it slid from around the skirt and her waist……..
Once free of her skirt she also placed the belt onto the top her vanity table….……
Her hands then went behind her lower back…………..she slid the loosened skirt around on her hips…….the zip was now repositioned on her flank….……..
Her fingers now searching and looking for the skirts release button……….the button and the zip were now easier to find like this……..
Her well practiced fingers fiddled for a moment……….but only for a second
Once the small and finicky black button was released her red varnished finger nails found the zip……..she pulled the small zipper down……..
The room echoed with the sound………..
The black skirt became very loose around her waist, hips and tummy…….
With her palms flat to each side of her hips……..she eased the black fabric downwards………it did not take much force……………………
The skirt slid and fell away from her body………….and crumpled around her feet………….
With her skirt now off………
A once concealed and very shiny black satin slip was tight on her upper legs and thighs……..the slips lace hemline was adorned with a floral clam trim……….
So tight on her thighs was the slip that the slit on its side was wide open……….the slit, which was also delicately embroidered, allowed her to walk freely……..
The slip was much higher on her legs than that of the skirt………..the slip being very soft and flimsy over the nylon sheathed legs………...
Her hands were now under her loose, damp and crinkled uniform shirt……….in doing so the shirt lifted up in the process……….
Her fingers reached underneath……….she was feeling for the thin elastic waistband of the slip………
She soon sensed and felt soft and slinky satin fall down from her legs………
She stepped over her crumpled and used garments…………..
Now just in her loose shirt and tights………her hair free, she began to unbutton the cuffs of her shirt……..
The shirt’s tail was low on her upper thigh…….and her peach shaped arse
An arse to die for……….
The fake Bossetti……...or the ‘Rose Rapist’ for that matter with her penchant for placing red roses in inconvenient places would have taken great pains in slapping that arse very hard indeed………..or clamp their mouths equally hard on each cheek………..mouths sucking hard…….….tongues licking furiously………….
Her sturdy and wide thighs were now in striking view………thick and strong yet so obviously those of a woman…………from all that running………...her sit ups…………swimming at the local pool…………
The benefits were obvious……….
No one at work had ever seen her legs exhibited as they were now…………
They would have loved too……..
No one had ever had the privilege of lusting over the sight of the black line of the run guard set into her tights……..her skirt had never risen that high……….…many had secretly imagined the alluring sight………
But none had actually seen it………….
Men where men………
When she was being furtively observed at work………there was always that question in their minds
Was she wearing stockings or tights………..
Some……..men again of course, may have indulged in the fantasy of removing Nicola Yates tights or stockings while in the act of real sexual intercourse with a less attractive partner………
The erotic image of Nicolas’s bare or stockinged legs enhancing the performance so to speak………much to the ignorant and clandestinely cuckolded woman’s delight……….all the while being joyously rogered with the face of another woman superimposed over her own……..
For these duped females it was some of the best sex they had ever had………and they had Nicola Yates to thank for that…….
Oh well…….such is the deceit of man when it comes to the opposite sex………
Maybe not just men either…….there was plenty of woman constables and officers at work who hid an intimate and illicit desire or two……..
Bossetti was one………or the woman claiming to be her
The real Clio Bossetti was straight as a dye………….she enjoyed men………
Or she did………..wherever she was right now………..it was to be sure she was enjoying nothing at the present……..
Nicola Yates was rather very attractive……….but she never saw herself that way
She had a great body and legs and worked equally hard to maintain them so……..
The 20 denier shaded nylon on her lower leg………the nylon much darker above and around the support……..
A bit like wearing a pair of translucent hot pants………..with any knickers worn still visible underneath…….
Her once pure white panties just visible and smothered…..little tantalizing glimpses of what one could hope to get their hands on if they were luckily enough to be allowed to do so…..……..
The luscious bulging curve of the womanly pubis between her legs………and just visible underneath that soft black nylon the view of her floral pattern fronted panties that she had chosen to wear that morning………
The tights had a reinforced gusset down there………..but no one else but her knew that………….no one else was meant to stare and leer the view provided…………
Human nature beggared belief at times…………
She removed the last pin……….her hair started to become free from the tight coil………she ran her hand through her fine black hair………..her fingers digging deep………she ran her hands over her new fringe………..
She then removed the black elasticised hair band………..
She ruffled her hair where the tight bun had been……..
That felt good already……….
The small hair pins were carefully placed on the vanity table……..
She then reached up and behind once more…………her shirt pulling even tighter over her rounded and heavy bust………..
Her bra cups outlined under the shirt………the remaining buttons becoming very stressed……..
She had a great figure………..
And unknown to Nicola Yates, a similar physique to that of the fake Bossetti
A fact that the fake Captain Clio Bossetti had not let go unnoticed………
A body that the Italian had been secretly lusting over…………
Nicola would have been mortified, as well as outraged………..and possibly petrified at the same time…….
She would feel even better after getting her bra and tights off………
The curse of being a woman……….always forced to wear tight and restrictive clothing……..
They were the rules unfortunately………..
Unless one was at home in complete privacy…………
She shook her head…….running her hands through her jet black hair……..
Her flowing fine hair now cascading to her shoulders…………covering her neck and now low over her brow………just above her thin pencil like eyebrows………..
With her hair now down, loose and dishevelled it changed the shape and profile on her attractive face……..
Her thin, taut female features, high cheekbones and her triangular jaw were less prominent………
Her nose looked even smaller…………her dark and close set eyes looked even cuter………..with her hair down she looked almost doe eyed………
Her small ears with their gold studs now hidden behind her long hair……..
She looked less the professional Police Woman and more like the young woman she was meant to be…….
She padded over to her bedroom door……….another white painted carved and crenulated design, matching the rest of the décor within her master bedroom…………….
She gently pushed the door towards the open doorway, that led onto the landing……….revealing behind it, on brass hooks her dark blue terry cloth dressing gown and her short white cotton night dress………..hanging by its thin spaghetti straps………
Exactly where she had placed them that morning……….
She retrieved both garments and placed them on the soft quilt of her comfy looking bed………
That done……….
She then proceeded to bend over……..very low…..
Her ample and shapely posterior expanded……….again…………..one just wanted to reach out and squeeze
She stood up again………...her loose hair falling back into place……………
She had her soft fluffy white slippers in her hands…………..
She moved back over to her opened wardrobe and deposited her slippers there………
She was preparing for her next task………like going to her bathroom and running that long anticipated boiling hot water…………
But first she had to get out of these clothes……..
Her fingers slid onto her belt buckle………..a thin black leather affair………….she released the buckle………then pulled the strap through the skirts belt loops…….
The leather belt hissed as it slid from around the skirt and her waist……..
Once free of her skirt she also placed the belt onto the top her vanity table….……
Her hands then went behind her lower back…………..she slid the loosened skirt around on her hips…….the zip was now repositioned on her flank….……..
Her fingers now searching and looking for the skirts release button……….the button and the zip were now easier to find like this……..
Her well practiced fingers fiddled for a moment……….but only for a second
Once the small and finicky black button was released her red varnished finger nails found the zip……..she pulled the small zipper down……..
The room echoed with the sound………..
The black skirt became very loose around her waist, hips and tummy…….
With her palms flat to each side of her hips……..she eased the black fabric downwards………it did not take much force……………………
The skirt slid and fell away from her body………….and crumpled around her feet………….
With her skirt now off………
A once concealed and very shiny black satin slip was tight on her upper legs and thighs……..the slips lace hemline was adorned with a floral clam trim……….
So tight on her thighs was the slip that the slit on its side was wide open……….the slit, which was also delicately embroidered, allowed her to walk freely……..
The slip was much higher on her legs than that of the skirt………..the slip being very soft and flimsy over the nylon sheathed legs………...
Her hands were now under her loose, damp and crinkled uniform shirt……….in doing so the shirt lifted up in the process……….
Her fingers reached underneath……….she was feeling for the thin elastic waistband of the slip………
She soon sensed and felt soft and slinky satin fall down from her legs………
She stepped over her crumpled and used garments…………..
Now just in her loose shirt and tights………her hair free, she began to unbutton the cuffs of her shirt……..
The shirt’s tail was low on her upper thigh…….and her peach shaped arse
An arse to die for……….
The fake Bossetti……...or the ‘Rose Rapist’ for that matter with her penchant for placing red roses in inconvenient places would have taken great pains in slapping that arse very hard indeed………..or clamp their mouths equally hard on each cheek………..mouths sucking hard…….….tongues licking furiously………….
Her sturdy and wide thighs were now in striking view………thick and strong yet so obviously those of a woman…………from all that running………...her sit ups…………swimming at the local pool…………
The benefits were obvious……….
No one at work had ever seen her legs exhibited as they were now…………
They would have loved too……..
No one had ever had the privilege of lusting over the sight of the black line of the run guard set into her tights……..her skirt had never risen that high……….…many had secretly imagined the alluring sight………
But none had actually seen it………….
Men where men………
When she was being furtively observed at work………there was always that question in their minds
Was she wearing stockings or tights………..
Some……..men again of course, may have indulged in the fantasy of removing Nicola Yates tights or stockings while in the act of real sexual intercourse with a less attractive partner………
The erotic image of Nicolas’s bare or stockinged legs enhancing the performance so to speak………much to the ignorant and clandestinely cuckolded woman’s delight……….all the while being joyously rogered with the face of another woman superimposed over her own……..
For these duped females it was some of the best sex they had ever had………and they had Nicola Yates to thank for that…….
Oh well…….such is the deceit of man when it comes to the opposite sex………
Maybe not just men either…….there was plenty of woman constables and officers at work who hid an intimate and illicit desire or two……..
Bossetti was one………or the woman claiming to be her
The real Clio Bossetti was straight as a dye………….she enjoyed men………
Or she did………..wherever she was right now………..it was to be sure she was enjoying nothing at the present……..
Nicola Yates was rather very attractive……….but she never saw herself that way
She had a great body and legs and worked equally hard to maintain them so……..
The 20 denier shaded nylon on her lower leg………the nylon much darker above and around the support……..
A bit like wearing a pair of translucent hot pants………..with any knickers worn still visible underneath…….
Her once pure white panties just visible and smothered…..little tantalizing glimpses of what one could hope to get their hands on if they were luckily enough to be allowed to do so…..……..
The luscious bulging curve of the womanly pubis between her legs………and just visible underneath that soft black nylon the view of her floral pattern fronted panties that she had chosen to wear that morning………
The tights had a reinforced gusset down there………..but no one else but her knew that………….no one else was meant to stare and leer the view provided…………
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Her shirt cuffs were now loose on her thin wrists………whereupon she noticed that she was still wearing her man’s style wristwatch……..
Looking down she released the strap and placed the watch again on her dressing table…….
She finally started to unbutton the creased white shirt……….
The shirt had once been pristine and ironed to a crisp……..fresh and clean, oozing detergent………..it now smelled of her, perfume, deodorant and all………
Her nailed fingers were deftly unfastening the small white buttons……..…
The shirt became loose on her chest………….revealing more of her…………more of the pale white skin of her upper chest………..
At first there were small glimpses of her confined and restricted breasts as her hands fiddled with the small buttons…….….………
She stared straight ahead, her hair loose………trying to finally relax………..thinking
Slowly the curve of an uplifted breast emerged from under the shirt………….
Then a deep cleavage came into view, the cavernous dark canyon split between her bunched up curvaceous white mounds of flesh……….
Provocatively layered with a little white nylon and lace..……………
Until finally, after she had pulled the shirt back towards and over her shoulders one was greeted by the rather pleasing sight of a rather full and weighty looking brassiere…………..
As she pulled her shirt away her bosom bounced up and down within her bra………..
A brilliant white nylon and lace garment……….underwired…………half the cup full satin, the other lace floral swirls………her nipples still showing through the taut soft white fabric………
A little cute bow set in the centre………..
After shrugging her shoulders back and tugging at the shirt………..sliding it back and away……………..she revealed her white bra straps tight on her strong looking shoulders…………
A sight that the woman posing as Clio Bossetti had ached to see all day………….
She let the shirt drop onto the already piled up skirt and satin half slip……….
All would be gathered up later and deposited inside her laundry basket located next to the washing machine…….
Her laundry room was downstairs………near the kitchen
She turned towards the mirror set inside the opened wardrobe door……
She had a good figure, very nice in fact………extenuated now by the fact that she was only in her underwear………bra, tights and knickers to be exact………
A sight that many had furtively imagined and lusted over…………
The silhouette of her synched waist complemented her wide hips……….all deliciously sheathed in tight and rich black nylon………
The thunder cracked once more outside………..loud and intrusive……….
Rain smattered on the glass of the windows……..
She was reminded of the natural chaos outside her warm and safe home………….
As she stood looking at her reflection………she raised her arm and hand and proceeded to massage her neck……..
She was stiff there………..
And any male watching her from behind would be equally so………although not in the neck and shoulders……..
A voyeur………could have taken their leisurely time and quietly ogle the smooth depression of her spine running down her bare back……….
Interrupted by the thick white U shape of the torso band of her bra…………the hooks and eyes of the bra clasp dead centre on her glossy and toned back……….the wide band with its rising curves on either side was slightly sheer in design, the pink of her skin still visible under the white mesh…………
From the rear of the band the not too thick straps rose up and over her shoulders, digging in and causing a depression on her strong looking shoulders………
It was a very ordinary scene yet a very alluring one……… the sanctity of owns bedroom……….. a woman in privacy, just clad in her undergarments……….
Not a hint of the dreaded bra bulge that most women suffered from………
With her body shape being more athletic in outline and from viewing her from behind she had a delicious figure……….a thin inwardly curving waist…….her wide hips which drew one’s eyes to those heart shaped buttocks of hers………tight and pert……...
White panties taut and stretched over her pert arse cheeks……………..
The room was warm………nice……….and cosy
Just to reinforce the point the windows shook again with the force of the wind……..
Something crashed outside with a bang……….
It sounded like another rubbish bin flying down the street……….
She looked again at the window……….
She heard the wind howling outside…………….
She looked up at her ceiling………..
Hoping that the TV aerial on the roof was still there……….and most of the roof tiles…………
Bath time she remembered……..
She wanted to get these tights off……..
The darker support and reinforced panty of the tights covered her tummy, backside and upper thighs with a denser weave of nylon……………the darker shade of black obscured her small white panties underneath……….
Although darker in contrast to the nylon weave on her lower legs, one could still see that the small panties that were tight on her peachy bum and pubis……..the panties were a slim fit and low on the nape of her back, fully encasing her pert bottom……….the panties normally a brilliant white looked almost slate gray under the support of the tights…………the parallel seam of the tights was dead centre on her backside running from the thick waistband to under her crotch………
The wind howled outside………..
She suddenly remembered that her tights were wet around her lower legs…….
She padded over to her vanity table……….
She suddenly bent over………
Her backside expanding as she did so………she reached for the small cushioned stool set underneath……….
Soon……..the flimsy, fluffed out and translucent black tights joined the rest of her soiled clothing on the carpeted floor…….
She was glad to take them off………..
She was rubbing her now pale white legs……….enjoying the air on them………..letting them breath……..
Fresh air between her legs too………..she widened them a little………..
Satisfied………
She finally stood………....now reduced to just wearing knickers and a bra………
She moved over to the same opened wardrobe………
She was close to the inlaid mirror………..
She saw her face……….her hair hanging loose…….it made her look a little younger, more of the girl she had once been…….
Her lips were still red from the lipstick last touched up a few hours ago…….but not as they had been……..
Her foundation was a mess……..
Her mascara layered eyes looked a little tired……
She would remove her makeup in the bathroom…………
Maybe when she was in the bath actually……….
She was looking forward to that………she had plenty of scented bubble bath…………piping hot water that would make her soft white skin turn pink……….
Time for that bath she decided……....it would take the chill from her bones
Time to ditch what was left of her clothing………..
She noted her waist and hips……..her belly button and trim stomach………..
There was the red indentation of a line around her waist……..a leftover of the tight elastic waist band of her now discarded tights………
Her slim fitting panties were matching in their floral design……….slightly triangular and low on her groin………
A cute little white bow set in the waistband of the little bikini like panties……..
The thin white satin and nylon looked pasted over her pubis………the gentle bonnet like curve between her legs…….….dark and trimmed hair under the mesh of the small embroidered and swirling flowers……….
One again........delicious………very feminine and all woman……
The fake Bossetti would not have been disappointed………her tongue would have worked overtime down there…………probably ripping those knickers off with her teeth………
Again there was a crash of thunder……….a gust of rain hit the glass of her bedroom windows……..
She felt a chill run up her spine as she briefly studied her reflection in the mirror…….
Was the chill really down to this god awful weather………from getting wet in a gale force wind……..
Looking down she released the strap and placed the watch again on her dressing table…….
She finally started to unbutton the creased white shirt……….
The shirt had once been pristine and ironed to a crisp……..fresh and clean, oozing detergent………..it now smelled of her, perfume, deodorant and all………
Her nailed fingers were deftly unfastening the small white buttons……..…
The shirt became loose on her chest………….revealing more of her…………more of the pale white skin of her upper chest………..
At first there were small glimpses of her confined and restricted breasts as her hands fiddled with the small buttons…….….………
She stared straight ahead, her hair loose………trying to finally relax………..thinking
Slowly the curve of an uplifted breast emerged from under the shirt………….
Then a deep cleavage came into view, the cavernous dark canyon split between her bunched up curvaceous white mounds of flesh……….
Provocatively layered with a little white nylon and lace..……………
Until finally, after she had pulled the shirt back towards and over her shoulders one was greeted by the rather pleasing sight of a rather full and weighty looking brassiere…………..
As she pulled her shirt away her bosom bounced up and down within her bra………..
A brilliant white nylon and lace garment……….underwired…………half the cup full satin, the other lace floral swirls………her nipples still showing through the taut soft white fabric………
A little cute bow set in the centre………..
After shrugging her shoulders back and tugging at the shirt………..sliding it back and away……………..she revealed her white bra straps tight on her strong looking shoulders…………
A sight that the woman posing as Clio Bossetti had ached to see all day………….
She let the shirt drop onto the already piled up skirt and satin half slip……….
All would be gathered up later and deposited inside her laundry basket located next to the washing machine…….
Her laundry room was downstairs………near the kitchen
She turned towards the mirror set inside the opened wardrobe door……
She had a good figure, very nice in fact………extenuated now by the fact that she was only in her underwear………bra, tights and knickers to be exact………
A sight that many had furtively imagined and lusted over…………
The silhouette of her synched waist complemented her wide hips……….all deliciously sheathed in tight and rich black nylon………
The thunder cracked once more outside………..loud and intrusive……….
Rain smattered on the glass of the windows……..
She was reminded of the natural chaos outside her warm and safe home………….
As she stood looking at her reflection………she raised her arm and hand and proceeded to massage her neck……..
She was stiff there………..
And any male watching her from behind would be equally so………although not in the neck and shoulders……..
A voyeur………could have taken their leisurely time and quietly ogle the smooth depression of her spine running down her bare back……….
Interrupted by the thick white U shape of the torso band of her bra…………the hooks and eyes of the bra clasp dead centre on her glossy and toned back……….the wide band with its rising curves on either side was slightly sheer in design, the pink of her skin still visible under the white mesh…………
From the rear of the band the not too thick straps rose up and over her shoulders, digging in and causing a depression on her strong looking shoulders………
It was a very ordinary scene yet a very alluring one……… the sanctity of owns bedroom……….. a woman in privacy, just clad in her undergarments……….
Not a hint of the dreaded bra bulge that most women suffered from………
With her body shape being more athletic in outline and from viewing her from behind she had a delicious figure……….a thin inwardly curving waist…….her wide hips which drew one’s eyes to those heart shaped buttocks of hers………tight and pert……...
White panties taut and stretched over her pert arse cheeks……………..
The room was warm………nice……….and cosy
Just to reinforce the point the windows shook again with the force of the wind……..
Something crashed outside with a bang……….
It sounded like another rubbish bin flying down the street……….
She looked again at the window……….
She heard the wind howling outside…………….
She looked up at her ceiling………..
Hoping that the TV aerial on the roof was still there……….and most of the roof tiles…………
Bath time she remembered……..
She wanted to get these tights off……..
The darker support and reinforced panty of the tights covered her tummy, backside and upper thighs with a denser weave of nylon……………the darker shade of black obscured her small white panties underneath……….
Although darker in contrast to the nylon weave on her lower legs, one could still see that the small panties that were tight on her peachy bum and pubis……..the panties were a slim fit and low on the nape of her back, fully encasing her pert bottom……….the panties normally a brilliant white looked almost slate gray under the support of the tights…………the parallel seam of the tights was dead centre on her backside running from the thick waistband to under her crotch………
The wind howled outside………..
She suddenly remembered that her tights were wet around her lower legs…….
She padded over to her vanity table……….
She suddenly bent over………
Her backside expanding as she did so………she reached for the small cushioned stool set underneath……….
Soon……..the flimsy, fluffed out and translucent black tights joined the rest of her soiled clothing on the carpeted floor…….
She was glad to take them off………..
She was rubbing her now pale white legs……….enjoying the air on them………..letting them breath……..
Fresh air between her legs too………..she widened them a little………..
Satisfied………
She finally stood………....now reduced to just wearing knickers and a bra………
She moved over to the same opened wardrobe………
She was close to the inlaid mirror………..
She saw her face……….her hair hanging loose…….it made her look a little younger, more of the girl she had once been…….
Her lips were still red from the lipstick last touched up a few hours ago…….but not as they had been……..
Her foundation was a mess……..
Her mascara layered eyes looked a little tired……
She would remove her makeup in the bathroom…………
Maybe when she was in the bath actually……….
She was looking forward to that………she had plenty of scented bubble bath…………piping hot water that would make her soft white skin turn pink……….
Time for that bath she decided……....it would take the chill from her bones
Time to ditch what was left of her clothing………..
She noted her waist and hips……..her belly button and trim stomach………..
There was the red indentation of a line around her waist……..a leftover of the tight elastic waist band of her now discarded tights………
Her slim fitting panties were matching in their floral design……….slightly triangular and low on her groin………
A cute little white bow set in the waistband of the little bikini like panties……..
The thin white satin and nylon looked pasted over her pubis………the gentle bonnet like curve between her legs…….….dark and trimmed hair under the mesh of the small embroidered and swirling flowers……….
One again........delicious………very feminine and all woman……
The fake Bossetti would not have been disappointed………her tongue would have worked overtime down there…………probably ripping those knickers off with her teeth………
Again there was a crash of thunder……….a gust of rain hit the glass of her bedroom windows……..
She felt a chill run up her spine as she briefly studied her reflection in the mirror…….
Was the chill really down to this god awful weather………from getting wet in a gale force wind……..
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Her house was warm enough…….even now, just in her undies……….
No………it was something else……….she knew it……….
She feared that the vivid descriptions given by the Italian had unnerved her more than she had thought……….or had expected………..
She looked once more at herself in the mirror……….it was just her…………wearing a bra and a pair of her own knickers…..
That was the crux of the question………..her own
Her hair was now long and near her shoulders………slightly wavy, unkempt…..….without her previously strict, stern, tied and pinned hair and the uniform of course……….the symbol of state authority anywhere in the world……..she looked somehow diminished in stature……….
Before she had undressed she had looked very imposing ………like a woman in command of herself and others……….
Well…….
It was just that…….
Well, now, she actually just looked like a typical young woman………
A very vulnerable and ordinary looking woman………..she looked and felt weaker…………
Just like some of those unfortunate victims had been…………
She did look younger like this…………….
She felt a fear rising from within her…………a loss of confidence
What had she called that psycho bitch……….
Yes……...that was it…….
The ‘Rose Rapist’…………….
The name made her soft skin crawl……….
She noted that she was not smiling………
Her lips still red………but the lipstick imperfect………..
All that rainwater hitting her in the face no doubt………..
But why was she getting nervous……..
She felt a little hot now………
Yet her face was still pale………
She looked cold……….
She was getting ready for a hot bath…………that was all
A purely natural and every day event…………..she had and would look like this a thousand times over…………
Millions of women were no doubt doing the same………right now at this present time…………..
Probably even some of the other women living in this very street…….
But why did she feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden……….
Abruptly, in her current state of undress she felt rather vulnerable……..…….even though she was standing in her own bedroom……..
Supposedly safe and behind closed doors…………..on her own
That was it……..on her own
What the Italian had said those evil women had done to others of their own sex……….it was not everyday……….it was not normal……
Why would someone want or desire another woman’s underwear…….a disguise of sorts was one thing…………..
But stealing a girls smalls………that was taking the concept of deep cover too far………..way too far…….
It was psychological………..psycho being the word……..
She looked at her own healthily sized bosom supported in white……..
It was just a bra after all……..
Putting one on was like putting on shoes before going outside…………
But that Bossetti woman had kept going on and on………making the same point over and over again………………
That those freaks had wanted to be other women……….accomplishing that by stealing and wearing their clothes……...and then assume their identities……..
They would mimic their general appearance to varying degrees of accuracy………copy their mannerisms
They wanted to absorb the persona of the women they had selected for replacement..………….
Somehow taking all they had on their skin made them more convincing……….in their warped and twisted mind that’s what they thought………..or had they been trained that way…………
Maybe brainwashed…………
Except for that ‘Rose’ nut job……….she was just plain crazy
The whole concept to her was bizarre……….even mad ………..fantastical if she had not been officially briefed on the subject………..
It was a vivid reminder on how dangerous the world could be………..especially for a woman……..
It was disgusting…………
It was the ultimate violation of personal space…………ethics…………..
Her gaze drifted down to her panties………….
Her imagination working overtime……..
And God………Urrghh
And not to mention revolting and repulsive…………..the mere thought of someone else being in her knickers………it made her feel a little queasy……………
Women just did not do that………..
The thunder crashed again……..louder this time……….
The rain outside a torrent……..
The storm was hopefully reaching its zenith………
Where the hell did this come from…………she thought for the umpteenth time………..
The bedroom lights flickered and then burned bright as per normal….………
She forgot about taking her bra off for the moment……….
She had become uneasy……….very uneasy indeed…………
She was on her own……….
It started to play on her mind………..
With the bedlam caused by the hurricane like storm there would be no one around………..
No one who was normal that is……….
The street on which she resided was usually a lively one……….even during the evening
There were always people coming and going………..
But not tonight or even earlier…………
The incoming storm………the black ominous clouds………..the vermilion sky…………the build up of pressure
People would have been off the street………getting under cover……..
The others………too late, they were stranded were they were………
Has soon as this storm had hit for real they would have been no one around to spot someone at her front door……….
There was such a thing as the nosey neighbour………
But not tonight to see someone skulking along the pathway on the side of her house………the path that led to the small back garden……….
No one seen hiding in darkened bushes or shrubbery………
And definitely no one around to see someone jumping over her back fence……………
Or someone at the back door of the kitchen……….
They would be all hunkering down inside their warm and dry homes……….safe.
No one venturing out on the flooded and windswept roads tonight……..
No one would be able to hear the sound of breaking glass………..
No one would be around to hear her cry for help……….
No one could to hear or see her fight back……..
Her eyes flitted back and fore………
Had someone entered the house………..crept up the stairs……
Had someone violated this room………
Had someone gone through her things……..her head turned left and right……….
She looked over the contents of the wardrobe in front of her……….
The one that kept her work and formal attire neat and tidy…….
All looked like as she had left it……….
She quickly strode over to the other wardrobe………….she gripped the brass handles and pulled on the doors…….all rather too quickly……..
Her movements hurried……….almost panicky……..
Inside was where she kept her more casual clothing……….long pleated skirts, shorter skirts, dresses and frocks………hanging inside was also other tops and blouses of various designs and colours………..her sweaters and jumpers neatly folded and stacked on internal shelves…………various waist belts……one or two shoe boxes that contained footwear that she only wore on special occasions………on the top shelf were a few trendy hats…………
Her scarfs were also stored up there, with her gloves………wool, silk, brush cotton…….one or two maybe of silk or satin……….
Nothing looked disturbed…….all looked as she had left it that same morning
Which was just as well as scarfs were very handy for tying someone up……….
She was getting nervous now………….
Her vanity table looked fine………on top at least……..
She began to open the drawers……….she kept her more racy gear hidden away down here……….
Her suspender belts looked fine………her matching expensive black, red and white stockings, all looked as if they had not been recently worn by someone other than herself……...
No………it was something else……….she knew it……….
She feared that the vivid descriptions given by the Italian had unnerved her more than she had thought……….or had expected………..
She looked once more at herself in the mirror……….it was just her…………wearing a bra and a pair of her own knickers…..
That was the crux of the question………..her own
Her hair was now long and near her shoulders………slightly wavy, unkempt…..….without her previously strict, stern, tied and pinned hair and the uniform of course……….the symbol of state authority anywhere in the world……..she looked somehow diminished in stature……….
Before she had undressed she had looked very imposing ………like a woman in command of herself and others……….
Well…….
It was just that…….
Well, now, she actually just looked like a typical young woman………
A very vulnerable and ordinary looking woman………..she looked and felt weaker…………
Just like some of those unfortunate victims had been…………
She did look younger like this…………….
She felt a fear rising from within her…………a loss of confidence
What had she called that psycho bitch……….
Yes……...that was it…….
The ‘Rose Rapist’…………….
The name made her soft skin crawl……….
She noted that she was not smiling………
Her lips still red………but the lipstick imperfect………..
All that rainwater hitting her in the face no doubt………..
But why was she getting nervous……..
She felt a little hot now………
Yet her face was still pale………
She looked cold……….
She was getting ready for a hot bath…………that was all
A purely natural and every day event…………..she had and would look like this a thousand times over…………
Millions of women were no doubt doing the same………right now at this present time…………..
Probably even some of the other women living in this very street…….
But why did she feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden……….
Abruptly, in her current state of undress she felt rather vulnerable……..…….even though she was standing in her own bedroom……..
Supposedly safe and behind closed doors…………..on her own
That was it……..on her own
What the Italian had said those evil women had done to others of their own sex……….it was not everyday……….it was not normal……
Why would someone want or desire another woman’s underwear…….a disguise of sorts was one thing…………..
But stealing a girls smalls………that was taking the concept of deep cover too far………..way too far…….
It was psychological………..psycho being the word……..
She looked at her own healthily sized bosom supported in white……..
It was just a bra after all……..
Putting one on was like putting on shoes before going outside…………
But that Bossetti woman had kept going on and on………making the same point over and over again………………
That those freaks had wanted to be other women……….accomplishing that by stealing and wearing their clothes……...and then assume their identities……..
They would mimic their general appearance to varying degrees of accuracy………copy their mannerisms
They wanted to absorb the persona of the women they had selected for replacement..………….
Somehow taking all they had on their skin made them more convincing……….in their warped and twisted mind that’s what they thought………..or had they been trained that way…………
Maybe brainwashed…………
Except for that ‘Rose’ nut job……….she was just plain crazy
The whole concept to her was bizarre……….even mad ………..fantastical if she had not been officially briefed on the subject………..
It was a vivid reminder on how dangerous the world could be………..especially for a woman……..
It was disgusting…………
It was the ultimate violation of personal space…………ethics…………..
Her gaze drifted down to her panties………….
Her imagination working overtime……..
And God………Urrghh
And not to mention revolting and repulsive…………..the mere thought of someone else being in her knickers………it made her feel a little queasy……………
Women just did not do that………..
The thunder crashed again……..louder this time……….
The rain outside a torrent……..
The storm was hopefully reaching its zenith………
Where the hell did this come from…………she thought for the umpteenth time………..
The bedroom lights flickered and then burned bright as per normal….………
She forgot about taking her bra off for the moment……….
She had become uneasy……….very uneasy indeed…………
She was on her own……….
It started to play on her mind………..
With the bedlam caused by the hurricane like storm there would be no one around………..
No one who was normal that is……….
The street on which she resided was usually a lively one……….even during the evening
There were always people coming and going………..
But not tonight or even earlier…………
The incoming storm………the black ominous clouds………..the vermilion sky…………the build up of pressure
People would have been off the street………getting under cover……..
The others………too late, they were stranded were they were………
Has soon as this storm had hit for real they would have been no one around to spot someone at her front door……….
There was such a thing as the nosey neighbour………
But not tonight to see someone skulking along the pathway on the side of her house………the path that led to the small back garden……….
No one seen hiding in darkened bushes or shrubbery………
And definitely no one around to see someone jumping over her back fence……………
Or someone at the back door of the kitchen……….
They would be all hunkering down inside their warm and dry homes……….safe.
No one venturing out on the flooded and windswept roads tonight……..
No one would be able to hear the sound of breaking glass………..
No one would be around to hear her cry for help……….
No one could to hear or see her fight back……..
Her eyes flitted back and fore………
Had someone entered the house………..crept up the stairs……
Had someone violated this room………
Had someone gone through her things……..her head turned left and right……….
She looked over the contents of the wardrobe in front of her……….
The one that kept her work and formal attire neat and tidy…….
All looked like as she had left it……….
She quickly strode over to the other wardrobe………….she gripped the brass handles and pulled on the doors…….all rather too quickly……..
Her movements hurried……….almost panicky……..
Inside was where she kept her more casual clothing……….long pleated skirts, shorter skirts, dresses and frocks………hanging inside was also other tops and blouses of various designs and colours………..her sweaters and jumpers neatly folded and stacked on internal shelves…………various waist belts……one or two shoe boxes that contained footwear that she only wore on special occasions………on the top shelf were a few trendy hats…………
Her scarfs were also stored up there, with her gloves………wool, silk, brush cotton…….one or two maybe of silk or satin……….
Nothing looked disturbed…….all looked as she had left it that same morning
Which was just as well as scarfs were very handy for tying someone up……….
She was getting nervous now………….
Her vanity table looked fine………on top at least……..
She began to open the drawers……….she kept her more racy gear hidden away down here……….
Her suspender belts looked fine………her matching expensive black, red and white stockings, all looked as if they had not been recently worn by someone other than herself……...
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Her cosmetic jewellery…………her rather risqué and special occasion underwear appeared all present and correct………..her sheer cupped bras, still nicely stacked…….….her see through and revealing negligee’s, ll carefully folded………..sexy camisoles and Basques, bodices and the like…………skimpy G string undies……….sheer and skimpy panties………….
All there……..undisturbed………..
With a renewed sense of urgency she spun on her bare heels and strode over to her chest of draws……..
Her toned legs striding………the curve of her belly, her lacy fronted panties……….her arse tight and unmoving………..her rounded breasts bouncing………
She snatched at one of the top drawers……..it was a deep drawer and wide………
Below and inside was a mass of straps, bands and cups…….
All her everyday bras were within this one……….she had quite a few, to match her various outfits……….
All looked normal
She closed the drawer………..almost slamming it shut…………..
She yanked open the drawer next in line………….
It was full of small, silky and shiny garments…………satin and silk, cotton and spandex………
Many colours and designs……..again a lot of white and black………ivory and nude………
She ran her hands over the contents…………….her eyes intently scanning………
All looked in order………’
No one had been through her knicker draw……………thank god for that
She slammed the drawer shut………….
The long drawers below stored her hosiery, her slips, and nightwear………….
All her things in those drawers looked equally undisturbed………..
No one had taken her tights to use other than wear on and over ones legs………her that is………no one else……….
She looked around……….still nervous………close to panic
The bedroom filled again with the crack of thunder………..
Surely if some crazed lesbian had broken in they would surely have run her perverted and sick hands through this lot……….
Her bedroom looked normal…………nothing out of place………….
She laughed out loud…………….
You stupid sod…………...she thought…………….spooked by stories from that ‘Wop’ bitch…….
Call yourself a police officer…………
There was crack of thunder that sounded like artillery………..
She jumped a mile……………..her tits bounced noticeably with that one………..
She had totally forgotten that she was just clad in her smalls……………
Jesus…………that was close………..
Another violent crack……..it shook the house
The bedroom lights went out…………in fact the whole house went dark…….
In complete darkness she froze…………she clenched her fists……….
Without thinking she crouched low………….
Waiting for an attack of some sort…………
Then the lights came back on…………..
That was it………...now she was really spooked………
All that thinking about psychotic foreign women who liked to tie people up had not done her mental health any favours….…………
Was the electric outage really due to a lightening discharge or was someone fucking around with the fuse box…………….
Was it really the storm…………………
She realized again that she was on her own in the house……………..just in her underwear…………and that Kreuz woman was out there somewhere………….
Kreuz……..
She had temporarily forgotten about her……….and her sidekick……..Kaga something………..sounded bloody Russian……
Kaganovich…….that was it………
All of a sudden she did not feel that safe………
She was alone……….a major storm hitting the city……...
No one would hear a struggle……….or shouting voices……….or care really…………not with that cacophony of nature playing outside…….
Then she remembered that she had not chain locked her front door………or for that matter checked the back door to the kitchen either………..
She had just ran in, getting out of the foul weather………………..and then proceeded to go upstairs to get undressed………a nice hot bath was the intention……….
She had checked nothing……….she had had not considered her personal safety………..
That was a mistake………..
A bloody rookie mistake……………
Especially after what she had heard about Kreuz……….
Kreuz could be at this very moment crouching in the back garden, hiding in the darkness, watching for movement within the kitchen, or the lights on the upper floor, intently watching for Nicola to walk by a window…..…a signal to move, knowing that she was vulnerable upstairs……….…always waiting………….waiting to pounce…………hiding in the driving rain………….
Even now she could be edging closer to the ground floor windows and doors………
She may have already broken in….………and was hiding somewhere………….
In her darkened living room…………
Outside this room……………
Maybe waiting for Nicola to take her bath……….
Lying down in the bath she would be very defenceless ………unable to react………….or resist
She could end up like those others……..….or worse
Kreuz……..the way they had carried on about her……….
That Italian bitch took great delight in explaining that Nicola herself was just the type that this German lunatic liked to impersonate…………..the fucker would take her clothes, her looks……….they were the same size, everything………..
She had a brief image of herself tied up….…….helpless………gagged……….forced to watch some fucker getting into her clothes……….trying to take over her life…………
That was it……….she moved like lightening…………
She shot over to her bed…………….
Just in her white knickers and bra she dropped to her knees……….
She checked under her bed………..
No one was there……………
Using her hands as leverage she jumped back up……….
Her bra clad breasts once more bouncing around………
Nicola went to her mattress………whereby she quickly covered herself up with the terry towel dressing gown…….
She quickly belted and knotted the gown………….looking around at the same time………..
She looked frantic now…………in fact a little frightened………
Her face was flushed…………
Once covered up in her thick gown she skipped over to one of her bedside cabinets……..she opened a lower draw……..
She bent over……….the gown rising…………revealing more of her shapely legs…………..
She found what she was looking for……….
She stood straight……….now ready for action……..
She felt safer now……..more confident………….
In her right hand she was waving a heavy, yet small object………..testing its weight in her grip………
In her right hand was a leather cosh…………
Basically a small lead bar wrapped in black leather……..
It had been a gift years ago provided by a grizzled and close to pension sergeant when she had been a young WPC……..
She had kept it at home ever since………..
She had never had a reason to use it………...yet
She flicked the cosh in her hand one final time………
And then ran through the bedroom door……….
Her legs and thighs showing through the gown as she moved fast………
Her bra still visible on her upper chest as the dressing gown shifted…………
Nicola Yates checked everywhere……….switching on all the lights as she moved from room to room……
Before entering a room she kicked the door open……..hoping to catch anyone hiding behind with a face full of wood……….
Flicking on the light………
All there……..undisturbed………..
With a renewed sense of urgency she spun on her bare heels and strode over to her chest of draws……..
Her toned legs striding………the curve of her belly, her lacy fronted panties……….her arse tight and unmoving………..her rounded breasts bouncing………
She snatched at one of the top drawers……..it was a deep drawer and wide………
Below and inside was a mass of straps, bands and cups…….
All her everyday bras were within this one……….she had quite a few, to match her various outfits……….
All looked normal
She closed the drawer………..almost slamming it shut…………..
She yanked open the drawer next in line………….
It was full of small, silky and shiny garments…………satin and silk, cotton and spandex………
Many colours and designs……..again a lot of white and black………ivory and nude………
She ran her hands over the contents…………….her eyes intently scanning………
All looked in order………’
No one had been through her knicker draw……………thank god for that
She slammed the drawer shut………….
The long drawers below stored her hosiery, her slips, and nightwear………….
All her things in those drawers looked equally undisturbed………..
No one had taken her tights to use other than wear on and over ones legs………her that is………no one else……….
She looked around……….still nervous………close to panic
The bedroom filled again with the crack of thunder………..
Surely if some crazed lesbian had broken in they would surely have run her perverted and sick hands through this lot……….
Her bedroom looked normal…………nothing out of place………….
She laughed out loud…………….
You stupid sod…………...she thought…………….spooked by stories from that ‘Wop’ bitch…….
Call yourself a police officer…………
There was crack of thunder that sounded like artillery………..
She jumped a mile……………..her tits bounced noticeably with that one………..
She had totally forgotten that she was just clad in her smalls……………
Jesus…………that was close………..
Another violent crack……..it shook the house
The bedroom lights went out…………in fact the whole house went dark…….
In complete darkness she froze…………she clenched her fists……….
Without thinking she crouched low………….
Waiting for an attack of some sort…………
Then the lights came back on…………..
That was it………...now she was really spooked………
All that thinking about psychotic foreign women who liked to tie people up had not done her mental health any favours….…………
Was the electric outage really due to a lightening discharge or was someone fucking around with the fuse box…………….
Was it really the storm…………………
She realized again that she was on her own in the house……………..just in her underwear…………and that Kreuz woman was out there somewhere………….
Kreuz……..
She had temporarily forgotten about her……….and her sidekick……..Kaga something………..sounded bloody Russian……
Kaganovich…….that was it………
All of a sudden she did not feel that safe………
She was alone……….a major storm hitting the city……...
No one would hear a struggle……….or shouting voices……….or care really…………not with that cacophony of nature playing outside…….
Then she remembered that she had not chain locked her front door………or for that matter checked the back door to the kitchen either………..
She had just ran in, getting out of the foul weather………………..and then proceeded to go upstairs to get undressed………a nice hot bath was the intention……….
She had checked nothing……….she had had not considered her personal safety………..
That was a mistake………..
A bloody rookie mistake……………
Especially after what she had heard about Kreuz……….
Kreuz could be at this very moment crouching in the back garden, hiding in the darkness, watching for movement within the kitchen, or the lights on the upper floor, intently watching for Nicola to walk by a window…..…a signal to move, knowing that she was vulnerable upstairs……….…always waiting………….waiting to pounce…………hiding in the driving rain………….
Even now she could be edging closer to the ground floor windows and doors………
She may have already broken in….………and was hiding somewhere………….
In her darkened living room…………
Outside this room……………
Maybe waiting for Nicola to take her bath……….
Lying down in the bath she would be very defenceless ………unable to react………….or resist
She could end up like those others……..….or worse
Kreuz……..the way they had carried on about her……….
That Italian bitch took great delight in explaining that Nicola herself was just the type that this German lunatic liked to impersonate…………..the fucker would take her clothes, her looks……….they were the same size, everything………..
She had a brief image of herself tied up….…….helpless………gagged……….forced to watch some fucker getting into her clothes……….trying to take over her life…………
That was it……….she moved like lightening…………
She shot over to her bed…………….
Just in her white knickers and bra she dropped to her knees……….
She checked under her bed………..
No one was there……………
Using her hands as leverage she jumped back up……….
Her bra clad breasts once more bouncing around………
Nicola went to her mattress………whereby she quickly covered herself up with the terry towel dressing gown…….
She quickly belted and knotted the gown………….looking around at the same time………..
She looked frantic now…………in fact a little frightened………
Her face was flushed…………
Once covered up in her thick gown she skipped over to one of her bedside cabinets……..she opened a lower draw……..
She bent over……….the gown rising…………revealing more of her shapely legs…………..
She found what she was looking for……….
She stood straight……….now ready for action……..
She felt safer now……..more confident………….
In her right hand she was waving a heavy, yet small object………..testing its weight in her grip………
In her right hand was a leather cosh…………
Basically a small lead bar wrapped in black leather……..
It had been a gift years ago provided by a grizzled and close to pension sergeant when she had been a young WPC……..
She had kept it at home ever since………..
She had never had a reason to use it………...yet
She flicked the cosh in her hand one final time………
And then ran through the bedroom door……….
Her legs and thighs showing through the gown as she moved fast………
Her bra still visible on her upper chest as the dressing gown shifted…………
Nicola Yates checked everywhere……….switching on all the lights as she moved from room to room……
Before entering a room she kicked the door open……..hoping to catch anyone hiding behind with a face full of wood……….
Flicking on the light………
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
She always had the cosh raised as she entered……..ready to strike hard…………
She checked every room on the second floor landing………every closet, under the spare bed, the gas boiler closet……..even behind the curtains and checked that all the windows were securely latched and locked…….
Her bathroom………empty………her cosmetics, oils and shampoo all looked undisturbed………..
She eased herself away…………
She was swift and efficient…………..
The ladder to the attic was still secure…………the small padlock she had placed there was still locked….
She had soon cleared the upper floor……….
Then the same down stairs…………
She walked slowly down the stairs…………cosh in hand
The light was still on………
The doormat still looked soaked………….her overcoat still wet on the wooden stand………….her service cap still there, hanging from the same wooden stand………..
Her briefcase and shoulder bag were still there………..next to her discarded heeled work shoes………..
The rain still lashed the front door……….
The wind howling outside………..
The wind whistling through the letterbox……..
She eased herself down the carpeted stairs…………..
She spied her car keys…….attached were also those of the house………no one had taken them………
She moved over to the front door…………..looking over her shoulder towards the living room and kitchen she proceeded to slide the chain along the lock………..
She chained locked the front door…..and tested the handle
It was still secured………..
She moved along the hall towards the living room………
Apart from the wind, the creaking of the house…………….the occasional bang from outside as debris smashed into something……….
She thought then about her car outside………..she hoped it was okay………..but she was not going out in this weather……….
And just in case there was something else out there too………
She switched on the light of the living room……..
All looked in place……….her sofa and chairs……….the dining table………..the television and coffee table………
She quickly closed all the curtains………….
There were framed photographs on a wooden sideboard………….
Her parents, her brother……….and a few of her smiling with another male………..
Robert……..her last long term boyfriend………..
A relationship that ended last year…………
It was time to remove that one she emembered…………..
Her laundry room was clear………..
Finally she made it to her kitchen………….
Again she switched on the light……………..
Her smart and white topped kitchen looked pristine………as she had left it………
There was no hint on any violation………no broken glass…….
She went over to the rear kitchen door…………her free hand moved the net curtain……….
Her face close to the glass………..rivulets of rainwater ran down the pane……
She saw nothing………..only blackness and the reflection of her pretty face………..
Her dark hair still hanging down………
There was a flash of lightening……….
She briefly saw the details of her garden in the electric flash………..
There was no one there…’’’….thank god………..
She tested the door handle……….
It was still locked……….
She sighed with relief…………her hefty chest rising up and down
She lowered the cosh………..
She laughed loudly………..a serious and sincere laugh, almost a fit
‘You silly cow’
Later……....when she had finally sank into her steaming hot bath……..she had felt a little embarrassed on the way she had overreacted……….
She was supposed to be a Police Officer………not some slip of a girl………..frightened of shadows in the dark………..spooked by a storm………..
Although it was still raining and the wind was up the worst of it had passed………
The bath was full of foam………..she was looking at her feet……….her toes wriggling at the bottom of the bath tub………..her varnished and pedicured red toe nails glistening with water…………
The bath was a deep and white enamelled affair…………supported on sturdy brass legs……..
Her bathroom had been tiled in white…………
The air was thick with steam………….
A pink sponge and flannel lay near her relaxed head………..positioned near the taps………..
Likewise a pumice stone and a bar of soap………..
A glass decanter of green shampoo was also nearby……….which had turned the steaming bath water a shade of green……
She stared at her feet……..relaxed………
Thinking………..at the same time enjoying the sensation of being immersed in hot and fragrant water…….
The water had a slight smell of pine, mixed with flowers……….
The hot water soaking into her skin………deep into her tired bones……….
Her black hair was lank and wet…………her makeup had been finally removed……….
Even without the cosmetics she radiated a natural beauty………
Her upper chest was partially covered by thick soapy suds………
Her slim neck, her throat and shoulders sheened in water that glimmered in the bright bathroom light….………..
The bathroom echoed with the soft ripple of bathwater as she moved her shapely limbs…….
Just visible under the bathwater and foam was the curve of her flattened and large breasts………
It was a very erotic sight………
A glimpse of her now unsupported large bare breasts………round, white and plump……..her equally round brown nipples either side of her chest………her teats erect………..
Her white bra and panties lay discarded and crumpled on the bathroom floor…………..
Her dressing gown hanging on the door……….
A thick and dry towel sat on a stool within arm’s reach……….ready for when she arose and would step out of the bath all pink, fresh and naked………
The bathroom mirror over the nearby sink was moist and obscured by condensation………..
The bath water was disturbed once again as she moved her rump and hips……..
Under the soapy suds one could just discern the curve of her waist…….…her wide hips………..
Her navel set deep on her small tummy…………
The dark triangle of fuzzy black hair between her legs……………..trimmed and neat……
The hot and soothing water felt good between her legs………
Her thick naked thighs……….
All deliciously below the green tinged water ………….
Finally the stress of the day was leaving her body……….
She felt rather stupid though……….
Running around like a panicked housewife at the thought of a burglar inside her home………
Her red nailed fingers disturbed the water once more as she reached for the metal rail set into the sides of the bath……
Letting what that Italian dick had said get to her………badly
She smiled……….
She would not do that again…………
She dipped her chin into the water………….
‘Stupid Girl’ she said aloud………..
And with saying that and using both side rails she fully immersed her head under the soapy and sweet smelling water………..
But still…………….as she bathed her luscious and fit looking body………….she had still locked the bathroom door………..
Just in case………
She checked every room on the second floor landing………every closet, under the spare bed, the gas boiler closet……..even behind the curtains and checked that all the windows were securely latched and locked…….
Her bathroom………empty………her cosmetics, oils and shampoo all looked undisturbed………..
She eased herself away…………
She was swift and efficient…………..
The ladder to the attic was still secure…………the small padlock she had placed there was still locked….
She had soon cleared the upper floor……….
Then the same down stairs…………
She walked slowly down the stairs…………cosh in hand
The light was still on………
The doormat still looked soaked………….her overcoat still wet on the wooden stand………….her service cap still there, hanging from the same wooden stand………..
Her briefcase and shoulder bag were still there………..next to her discarded heeled work shoes………..
The rain still lashed the front door……….
The wind howling outside………..
The wind whistling through the letterbox……..
She eased herself down the carpeted stairs…………..
She spied her car keys…….attached were also those of the house………no one had taken them………
She moved over to the front door…………..looking over her shoulder towards the living room and kitchen she proceeded to slide the chain along the lock………..
She chained locked the front door…..and tested the handle
It was still secured………..
She moved along the hall towards the living room………
Apart from the wind, the creaking of the house…………….the occasional bang from outside as debris smashed into something……….
She thought then about her car outside………..she hoped it was okay………..but she was not going out in this weather……….
And just in case there was something else out there too………
She switched on the light of the living room……..
All looked in place……….her sofa and chairs……….the dining table………..the television and coffee table………
She quickly closed all the curtains………….
There were framed photographs on a wooden sideboard………….
Her parents, her brother……….and a few of her smiling with another male………..
Robert……..her last long term boyfriend………..
A relationship that ended last year…………
It was time to remove that one she emembered…………..
Her laundry room was clear………..
Finally she made it to her kitchen………….
Again she switched on the light……………..
Her smart and white topped kitchen looked pristine………as she had left it………
There was no hint on any violation………no broken glass…….
She went over to the rear kitchen door…………her free hand moved the net curtain……….
Her face close to the glass………..rivulets of rainwater ran down the pane……
She saw nothing………..only blackness and the reflection of her pretty face………..
Her dark hair still hanging down………
There was a flash of lightening……….
She briefly saw the details of her garden in the electric flash………..
There was no one there…’’’….thank god………..
She tested the door handle……….
It was still locked……….
She sighed with relief…………her hefty chest rising up and down
She lowered the cosh………..
She laughed loudly………..a serious and sincere laugh, almost a fit
‘You silly cow’
Later……....when she had finally sank into her steaming hot bath……..she had felt a little embarrassed on the way she had overreacted……….
She was supposed to be a Police Officer………not some slip of a girl………..frightened of shadows in the dark………..spooked by a storm………..
Although it was still raining and the wind was up the worst of it had passed………
The bath was full of foam………..she was looking at her feet……….her toes wriggling at the bottom of the bath tub………..her varnished and pedicured red toe nails glistening with water…………
The bath was a deep and white enamelled affair…………supported on sturdy brass legs……..
Her bathroom had been tiled in white…………
The air was thick with steam………….
A pink sponge and flannel lay near her relaxed head………..positioned near the taps………..
Likewise a pumice stone and a bar of soap………..
A glass decanter of green shampoo was also nearby……….which had turned the steaming bath water a shade of green……
She stared at her feet……..relaxed………
Thinking………..at the same time enjoying the sensation of being immersed in hot and fragrant water…….
The water had a slight smell of pine, mixed with flowers……….
The hot water soaking into her skin………deep into her tired bones……….
Her black hair was lank and wet…………her makeup had been finally removed……….
Even without the cosmetics she radiated a natural beauty………
Her upper chest was partially covered by thick soapy suds………
Her slim neck, her throat and shoulders sheened in water that glimmered in the bright bathroom light….………..
The bathroom echoed with the soft ripple of bathwater as she moved her shapely limbs…….
Just visible under the bathwater and foam was the curve of her flattened and large breasts………
It was a very erotic sight………
A glimpse of her now unsupported large bare breasts………round, white and plump……..her equally round brown nipples either side of her chest………her teats erect………..
Her white bra and panties lay discarded and crumpled on the bathroom floor…………..
Her dressing gown hanging on the door……….
A thick and dry towel sat on a stool within arm’s reach……….ready for when she arose and would step out of the bath all pink, fresh and naked………
The bathroom mirror over the nearby sink was moist and obscured by condensation………..
The bath water was disturbed once again as she moved her rump and hips……..
Under the soapy suds one could just discern the curve of her waist…….…her wide hips………..
Her navel set deep on her small tummy…………
The dark triangle of fuzzy black hair between her legs……………..trimmed and neat……
The hot and soothing water felt good between her legs………
Her thick naked thighs……….
All deliciously below the green tinged water ………….
Finally the stress of the day was leaving her body……….
She felt rather stupid though……….
Running around like a panicked housewife at the thought of a burglar inside her home………
Her red nailed fingers disturbed the water once more as she reached for the metal rail set into the sides of the bath……
Letting what that Italian dick had said get to her………badly
She smiled……….
She would not do that again…………
She dipped her chin into the water………….
‘Stupid Girl’ she said aloud………..
And with saying that and using both side rails she fully immersed her head under the soapy and sweet smelling water………..
But still…………….as she bathed her luscious and fit looking body………….she had still locked the bathroom door………..
Just in case………
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Sakanre
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Thank you for another long chapter of the story! I was waiting for someone to jump out 
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jaegerhunde01
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
Thanks.......but of a tease that one..........but who knows for the future
Its a bit early in the tale for DI Nicola Yates to get all tied up in her work........
Its a bit early in the tale for DI Nicola Yates to get all tied up in her work........
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hahaderen
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Re: A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA
The quality remains as high as ever.
