Old Woman

The day had been a fine Spring day. One of those Pacific Northwest days that remind one why you put up with the other lousy Pacific Northwest days. Not that the old woman at the sink would have known. Looking out the window above the sink she could see the last faint colors of a long ago setting Sun. She didn't mind. As she stood there before the sink her eyes were constantly scanning the foliage at the fence line. O yes, she was washing dishes, not that the plates and such needed a scrubbing. It just gave her something to do while she looked for him. After some time, after the sky colors had blended into the Royal Blue of night, she saw movement at the fence. It was him. The old woman had made sure she was well silhouetted by a carefully placed kitchen light. He must have seen, to him, her black form at the window. She waited. -------------- He moved silently. As quiet as a mouse trying to avoid a bored house cat. He loved nights like this. No moon. Just bright stars. A cool breeze. A kind of night where one would open a window to the night. Or a door. Quite foolish. But that is who he preys upon, the foolish. Not just any foolhardy soul. He avoided couples. People with pets, especially dogs. Any kind of dog. They all bark. He avoided single men, of any age. That pretty much leaves single females. Of any age, though his preference was 35'ish and politically stupid. The ones that are PC and open minded and put people into various victim categories. Yes, victim is a nice word isn't it? He made his way to the fence at the old woman's house. Proud of his abilities to rule the night he planned to rape and kill the old woman then continue his night hunt with a much prettier and buxom young lady across town. He had laid low during the Winter to let the police loose his trail, which they did. Time to satisfy his hunger. He moved quickly to the house. ------------ He decided not to cover his face with the ski mask. Why bother? The old woman is going to be dead anyways. The front door opens silently. He steps into the foyer. She is waiting patiently at the sink. The killer moves silently behind her. He already knows that no dog will interfere. No relative will show up at an inappropriate time and rescue the old woman. He planned this for weeks. He reaches out to her from behind with his right hand and cups her mouth and turns her all at once. Her eyes widen. Forcing her to the floor he rips off her full length night gown. That was easy he thought to himself. No panties! He fumbles getting his own pants down but he was ready for penetration. It had been a long Winter. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the old woman's body, might ruin the mood. He rammed his love into her hard. The old woman didn't close her eyes. She helped as much as possible without letting the rapist know she was eager for this moment as well. Though not for the same reasons. A long Winter it had been for her too. She wrapped her legs around the would be killer. Still with eyes closed the rapist continued the love dance. Faster and harder he stroked. Faster his breathing. This old woman is riding me like a young woman, even better. A shame to kill her. But, he thinks, she'll die with a smile! He is fast approaching climax. The old woman is transforming right before the closed eyes of her lover. Gone are the wrinkles in her face. Gone is the grey hair leaving a bright red hair behind. Her body slims and tightens to a young woman of 25. O if only the rapist could see her in her youthful glory! She rides him expertly, skilled in the art of pleasure! She feels his climax is upon him. He cannot hold his love juices any longer. He feels the pressure of release. He is satisfied! That is when he feels her fangs penetrate his right jugular. His fast beating heart pumps the old woman's mouth full of his life fluid. The old woman climaxed as well. She drinks his blood eagerly. Satisfied from a long Winter sleep, she looks forward to a prosperous Spring.