IDLEWIDE AIRPORT – NEW YORK - 1958
THE WASH ROOM
She placed her slim leg, inclusive of a well formed calf, a thin ankle and a small foot now shod in a shiny patent black leather high heeled shoe….the heel was high…and the toe was in the shape of a arrowed wedge…..the obvious ladies choice in footwear made a sharp crack as the heel stomped heavily onto the lid of the white ceramic toilet bowl
Her other, evenly shod long slim leg, with wide, strong thighs supported her weight…..her raised leg and thigh was now extended in front of her……so now she could easily do what she intended….without bending over
Her red painted fingers…starting from her ankles….they smoothed out any wrinkles in the sheer light brown nylon….her hands on both sides of her leg…caressing the soft gauze like material up and around her leg…..she was checking.....her head tilted back....were the seams at the back straight, especially on her eye-catching calf.....the dark seems appeared straight
On her upper thigh she checked the garter clip that held the stocking up and in place….the garter clip was pinched tight on the stocking top…..the darker shade of brown…the top of the stocking is called the welt, a good few inches of darker, doubled over nylon, with a lighter 'shadow welt' below……but to men generally….it was something else….if a man’s searching hand made it that far….then bingo…..it was the jackpot
The tan stocking contrasted sharply to the whiteness of her skin above the soft garment....rich, sheer and translucent
She caressed her leg again…she was enjoying the feel of the nylon on her skin…..it had been so long……the opulence that normal females took for granted everyday…the routine of smoothly sliding on stockings daily…..a soft fabric on her skin…whereas before her skin had only known roughness and hurt….the mixed colours of the welt on her thigh….the garter strap…..it was part of being a woman again.
Also the tan stocking hid some of the blemishes on her legs….not too bad now….but bruises they were….the stocking hid them….unless one got really close
Satisfied that her stocking was in place and had no wrinkles she swapped position to the other leg....and gave it a full inspection.....all was in place...all was tight and in order on her legs
Her silky satin garter belt was attached to an equally white satin and all glossy waist girdle….all taut around her hips and waist…her rounded and well shaped bottom would have been luscious to any would be ‘Peeping Tom’……she ran her hands over the white shiny material…..God! Her ass had felt nothing like it in years….she ran her fingers over her butt…the panties underneath were so soft and flimsy that if she had not known that she put them on…well….she would thought that she was not wearing any…..unless she sat down….right now, they were invisible under the girdle…..the front of the girdle that hid her crotch and abdomen was ornamented with a cute flower and lace patterned diamond shape… cut into the girdle….very feminine…very 50s …the girdle dug into her already thin waist…giving her figure that extra thin wine glass shape….again bruises were hidden…except the dark blue bruise on her right ribcage….between the top of the girdle and the start of the bra band.
Satisfied with the other stocking…just standing in her high heeled shoes….her hands explored her brassiere straps…..she snapped them in place….no twists….it was an heavy affair…brilliant white and full cupped…a thick strong torso band was tight on her chest and back....the band itself was sheer....the pink of her skin visible underneath.....her C sized breasts held in a ‘Jane Russell’ style....although not as protruding and obvious as the popular actress….but her breasts were now pointing out…exaggerated…no sign of her nipples underneath....the bra created a deep full cleavage....a dark canyon formed when her soft breasts were hard-pressed together.....her neckline sported a white pearl necklace…fake of course.... but tasteful
She now stood in front of a ceramic wash basin.....above which was a square shaped mirror.....the single light bulb in the ceiling gave ample light...but the washroom was not brightly lit
Her hair...pretty short anyway....was brunette....a dark brown....it was heavily tied....high and tight.....held in place by hairpins and black tortoise shelled clips....her forehead was high.....her hair pulled back and restrained....
Her thin face was now more pronounced ....her long neck....the pearl necklace on her collarbone....her heavy white bra....the cleavage....not bad.....on her exposed earlobes were two gold rings.....on her right hand was a small diamond ring.....her fingernails were painted red....but....her nails were short....not manicured...one or two were split....but the varnish did a good job in hiding those imperfections...also her hands...they were not soft......the skin of her palms a little too rough....her hands showed signs of small cuts.....it suggested this lady was no stranger to manual work....blue collar....not white.
She looked at her chest….she had not put on a brassiere in five years…she had not been allowed one…just a vest or undershirt….rough and coarse….she stared at her breasts ….now the ultimate display of femininity….the large full cups…her deep cleavage……the thick trim….the rounded and somewhat pointed cups…dissected in the middle by more bone or wire support….both halves a swirling exhibition of small flowers bent over as in a breeze….her hands stroked her breasts within the bra….so white, so bright on her pale skin…..another everyday feeling and experience taken from her
Although still attractive…..her face wore no makeup....yet...time to remedy that she thought…her face…thank God showed no blemish and bruising….she was just a little tired and it showed around her eyes
On the washbasin was a small glass bottle....nail varnish...bright Red in colour.....she had used that already on her fingernails and toes.....next to the varnish bottle was a small dark brown leather case....it was a ladies travelling cosmetic bag.....
Looking at the image of herself reflected back she reached inside....she selected a gold tube and screwed off the top.....on her right wrist was a small gold faced ladies wristwatch....a small clock face with a thin metal strap, almost like a bracelet….with a mascara brush she lightly stroke her eyelashes to make them darker....her lashes were a little long.....not enough grooming....but still...she did not have the time
This task finished...she continued on.....a dark gray eye shadow was applied....soon the tired look around the eyes had been masked….her blue eyes stared back at her….her lashes and eyelids dark and alluring
From a silver compact she dabbed face powder on her cheeks, and neck.....a little rouge to give her checks colour....a nice shade of healthy pink.....she selected a gold lipstick tube and screwed the base...bright red....she had bow shaped lips...she applied the lipstick....finally her tongue licked away a little excess red...above her upper lip....she smiled it looked good....she was becoming a woman again
Her face looked younger…less stressed….the makeup had worked wonders on her…her lips, once chapped and sore….looked full red and healthy……back in the joint they would have been called those blow job lips….but that was there…here….they were just luscious
Her face had lost its gray pallor….the powder made the skin look healthy…the rouge added a healthy pinkness to her skin…so far…so good
She delved into the small bag again...and retrieved a small intricate glass bottle.....gold liquid inside...she took off the top....revealing a gold coloured finger spray push button....she smelled the top....not bad....sweet...very sweet…..like honeysuckle....summer plants and all that….nice in winter time…very girlie she thought
She liberally sprayed the perfume over her chest...and neck....she lifted her left arm, another bruise there, on her upper arm muscle, but the blouse should hide that.....her underarm situation had a lot to be desired....a shadow there.....not a forest...but still....it was not as a good-looking normal woman should seem to be ...bad personal hygiene was not expected in today’s young ladies…..especially a racy modern stewardess......and especially not in this killer underwear.....she grimaced...she had no shaving gear anyway....maybe in the travel case in the office...but she had no time to search right now...but still...her armpit hair spoilt the affect....for her anyway....it had been a long time since dressing like this…she wanted it right
She tutted...and sprayed her armpits with generous amounts of the perfume.....that will do for now....it would mask the sweat for a while....no doubt one of those new fangled deodorant cans was also in the travel case...again time was against her…maybe she would get a chance on a plane
Okay...good so far...the mirror in front of her she reflected an attractive woman in makeup....wearing a nice new bra.....jewellery adorned her figure and limbs...she looked down at herself....and ….Yes....she was now wearing drop dead gorgeous underwear and stockings....none of which was cheap....her high heeled shoes were just the size and comfortable to wear…she was slowly becoming a normal woman
Time for the slip she thought…another forgotten luxury
She turned on her heels......and walked to the metal bar that served as a small towel rack......draped over the bar was a delicate white ladies full slip...she reached out for it
Her head turned to the right and looked down....a pair of blinking red eyes was looking up and back at her.....the blues eyes were moist....the mascara had run a little....eyelashes fluttered
The young woman below said nothing...she was fearful....petrified in fact....afraid to move....afraid to say anything...she just meekly and intently watched….her eyes riveted….to the woman standing above her getting dressed…..dressing in what had been a very short time ago her own clothes...
The young woman’s face was flush and bright pink.....distorted....there was another reason why she was too afraid to say anything...she had been prevented from doing so
The small white terry towel that had been on the rack had been cut up.....cut up by a homemade blade....a toothbrush with a razorblade attached to it....
A cut piece of thick towel had been used to gag the young lady……preventing any discussion, as if there would have been one anyway…..on what was going on within the small bathroom
It was a very tight and very effective cleave gag
The girl’s white and perfect teeth could be discerned biting on the gag....the cleave gag inside her mouth exhibited evidence of her red lipstick that had smeared onto the cloth.....the now moist cloth was pushing her little tongue onto the back of her dry throat…..the young woman found the gag to be very uncomfortable
The white gag, had been tied tightly around her lower face and chin….the cloth now trapped her hair underneath....the young woman’s once carefully applied hair pins and tortoise shell clips had been removed, leaving her hair free falling.....her fine long brown hair was now trapped under the tightly applied cloth which had been used to muzzle her.....a tight knot on the back of her thin neck held the gag tightly in place....
As the young lady blinked in fear...her pretty mouth full of towel cloth...her head moved up and down....just small movements to avoid any cramps and stiffness....just the staring blinking eyes.....the fluttering long eyelashes....a nervous reaction to her new and shocking predicament
The young lady…..or woman…..just watched in silence…like a rabbit mesmerized by a snake….she watched as this mad stranger…who had attacked her…forced her to strip….had tied her up….begin to dress in her clothes…..and she soon realized that meant all her clothes
The mad woman was looking into the dingy bathroom’s mirror….applying her own makeup….her own that she had used this morning at her parent’s house….she stared at the insane female’s back….that was her bra she had on…the wide band on her back…there was a bruise on strangers back…just below the hook and eye at the back….this violator of privacy had struggled connecting the hook….just as she had this morning…...it was bizarre….it was like watching herself getting dressed….it was all so familiar…..familiar but all so wrong
The bound young woman looked on….like all her underwear chosen and slipped on this fine morning…it was her new garments….recently ordered from the Sears catalogue…..the stockings were high end from the Woolworths Store….they were 2 Dollars a pair…she had bought four….her mother had given her the money
But worse of all…..the sheer indignity of it made her blush….how could a person do it…as well as the hygiene factor…but still….some things were sacred….not to be done…Oh! For Christ sake…..the weirdo was wearing her panties….the new girdle was bad enough….but her panties…..brand new for today…her rather racy pair as well…all sheer and silk.
Her mother did not know she had bought them…..there would have been hell to pay if she had found out…..she dare not look down at the monstrosity that was now concealing what was left of her dignity and self respect, and there was definitely little of both left….. and of course her womanly bits, at least she was not fully nude, she squirmed inside herself….she was a little bushy down there and that bitch had seen her….she did not want to be sick……being sick and gagged at the same time did not end well…..and there was that nutcase parading around in her latest panties and bra….all of it….her stockings…her new heels…her tight fitting girdle….it was supposed to give her that perfect figure….not some Looney tune stranger covered in bruises
She just watched….hoping that this would be over
The young woman’s chest was rising up and down...heavy breathing...her heart rate was up...stress no doubt...fear and uncertainty ….would she survive the unwanted and depraved attentions of this desperate and obviously troubled woman
The young lady looked down at her chest….she groaned, which came out a muffled and low ‘Hummppff’…she was fully exposed....naked....her C cup breasts were gravity free now, no longer held in place by her intimate underwear....her bra was now full with the tits of a stranger….her breasts were both pinky white, juicy and hung low on her body…she saw that her brown nipples were pert….the bathroom, although not freezing, was rather cold….God, her eyes blinked in frustration and shame….how could she have let this happen..
Her full and young breasts hung to the left and right of her healthy body…..no cleavage now….not the reflection she had witnessed in her boudoir this morning as she had slipped on and adjusted her new brassiere…. Of which, there were still red indentations on her skin, especially on her shoulders....
Even though the bathroom was chilled…..The young woman’s pulsating chest was sheened in perspiration....after all, she was scared.....she had been assaulted and forcibly divested of all her clothing ....not a normal way for a girl to start the working day
Oh...the day had started so well....it was her first working day on the job....she had planned it so well...taken so much time on what she had chosen to wear....underneath....on her skin....her best....her uniform.....pressed and ironed and tailored to her slim figure....how her parents had seen her off from the steps of the house...so proud of her young daughter...so smart looking.....a young lady in the modern world....how she had waved at them as she eased herself into the cab that had arrived to take her to the airport...how her hand smoothed out her skirt to avoid any creases as she sat.....carefully…. not to snag or ladder her new tan stockings....all in vain....and the idiot cab driver who had dropped her off at the wrong building....the one obviously not being used right now...and then getting lost...
And now this...nearly naked...tied and gagged by a lunatic...watching that said lunatic ease herself into all her clothes.....she tried to breathe in air….God…..this fucking gag is so tight!!!!
The gagged young lady’s chest pushed out...her bare back arched......her arms raised above her head....her wrists secured to the shower Fawcett above her head.....cut strips of dark gray cloth had been used to tie her hands to the shower water controls....all tight.....cloth that looked like the remains of a uniform dress....discarded on the washroom floor nearby.....a gray shapeless dress that looked as if issued at the state penitentiary.....
Her assailant noted with envy that the bound woman’s underarms were bereft of any hair...or any shadow of growth.....the woman’s armpits were smooth and hairless....the young woman’s long nailed, red painted fingers moved...grasping thin air
Talking of state penitentiary issued uniforms.....the gagged and bound young woman was not completely naked...after all....her invader had been degrading and ruthless in stealing her panties....but at least the psycho had left her with something similar to wear
The gagged woman’s groin...and more importantly her womanhood...and even more so her modesty and dignity had been concealed from prying eyes by a pair of gray faded old style cotton pantaloons
Faded from years of being boiled in an industrial strength washing machine....a machine the size of an automobile...
The pantaloons were high on the bound and gagged young woman’s thin waist…..above her navel....shapeless over her fine wide hips.....long on her shapely thighs.....they ended above the knee like shorts.....passion killers they were indeed....and dirty, used by another for a long time......a far cry from the tight, sexy, white and translucent panties that she had furtively slipped on that very day in the safety and privacy of her own bedroom
The young lady grimaced…if she could have….oh…this gag was so tight…it hurt…her wrists and fingers were numb….she watched this treacherous stranger now clad in her own fine stockings, heels and her oh so womanly inner underwear….she had felt so good earlier…..dressed to the pins….her smart uniform…what she had worn underneath had given her such confidence…a woman at last…..she was making her way in the world…..and now she had been robbed….violated
The woman....well.....a girl really, 20 something.....was sitting in the cream tiled shower cubicle....her knees were up......but her knees were tightly bound.....her long shapely legs pressed tight together at the knees.... her ankles tightly bound....again in tight gray faded strips of fabric.....her bare feet were flat on the tiles...complete with red painted toe nails.
The half naked girl...just looked up....fingers moving...eyes blinking......looking on in horrific fascination as her aggressor put on her clothes....everything
The woman in the stolen underclothes began to shake out the white full slip......without even bothering to look at its former wearer…. she stepped into the slip...there was a hiss as white shiny satin slid over tan nylon…..it was a scallop lace trimmed garment……very tantalizing and light....the slip rose up easily over stocking clad legs....the lace trim well above the woman’s knees, just as it had on the now gagged and bound girl.....she pulled the slip up and over her hips...the slip was slightly see-through....the underwear beneath just visible…all the lines of bra and girdle deliciously discernable….stocking garters too…..a voyeurs dream come true!
When the slip reached the level of her ample bust and newly acquired bra she slipped her arms through the thin shoulder straps...she turned back towards the mirror set in the drab wall.....she wanted to adjust and seat her breasts correctly
The thief ensured the slip halter fitted closely over the bra….it was an alluring and sweet portrayal …all in brilliant virgin white……in stark contrast to the drab and dingy washroom
It was all lace cups with a scallop trim, which complimented the bra beneath...the deep cleavage..., the straps that dug into her shoulders...she wriggled her hips and slid her hands over the slip...making sure it sat precisely on her figure....
The white satin felt cool on her skin...a sensation almost forgotten…..the soft fabric hissed over the stockings…..a slight static emanated from the silky material...especially so as the slip was taut on her figure...not loose or free falling like some....
The slip had also hugged tight on the young woman too…..she had noticed that when she had forced her to strip….the affect had made her mouth water a little…all that snapping of straps and elastic
But she was getting there ...her goal nearly achieved....she was half way dressed....she was once more nearer to being a woman again....although at the expense and obvious discomfort of another
For the first time she looked down at the girl bound and gagged below her ‘You know’ a harsh Bronx accent filled the washroom...not loud...but enough....the gagged young woman jumped at the words being spoken ‘You know....you Dames just don’t know how lucky you are’
The gagged and stripped girl just blinked again....a little shock maybe…and who could blame her
‘You get to wear all this fancy Lingerie’ the word lingerie was drawn out in that distinctive Bronx accent ‘all the time....you never know the difference...you takes it for granted’
The invader felt good in the tight underwear...all her bits and pieces strapped in...The makeup....the nylon sheathed feet in the cold leather high heeled shoes...real ladies shoes at last....she was used to wearing heavy ankle boots...Cheap ones too.....she looked at the bound girl’s feet...no corns or blisters there…pedicure for sure…Bitch!
‘I nearly holed your stockings with my feet Girlie!!!.....they’re that rough’ she quipped
The gagged woman just blinked....her painted fingers grasped at nothing
This insane woman before her... wearing her stolen underwear moved around...her satin and silk clad body made a swish crackle as her layered tight underclothing and stockings chafed against each other…..the same sound the tied girl made this morning
The half dressed woman moved to a set of three coat hooks…just above and to the right of the empty towel rack….
On which a female’s airline uniform had been hung up.....she selected a white short sleeve blouse....it was not that see through...a regulation uniform blouse...a wide collar
Still talking the woman began to slip her arms through the blouse
Great story and a Great Job writing it. 
