Caught Staring at Her Hands

Don was standing there window shopping, standing there on the sidewalk staring blankly into the display window of the department store. Christmas sales display out already. Don stood there staring into the plate glass, staring... well, to be honest Don was staring at the reflection in the glass of a woman who was standing there on the sidewalk next to him.

Don couldn't help staring at her reflection in the glass. She was tall, shapely, long dark hair, in her thirties. And mainly, Don couldn't help staring at the reflection of her hands in the glass. For this woman had large smooth beautiful hands, big oversized feminine hands with long fingers and French manicured fingernails. Don kept staring at her hands reflected in the glass, and every once in a while he would turn his head and glance out of the corner of his eye, daring a direct glance at her big satiny smooth hands to the side of him.

Then all of a sudden without warning the woman moved. Quickly! Before Don knew what was happening, she was right behind him, and her big smooth soft strong hand, her large right hand, was clamped firmly over his mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmhh! Mmmmmh, hmmmm MMMMMMMHHHH!" Don twisted and squirmed, but she wouldn't stop holding his mouth.

"So," said the woman, "you were staring at my hands, eh? You think I didn't notice you staring at my hands?"

"Mmmmmmmhhhh, hmmm mmmmmm hhhmmmmmm, mmmmmmmhhh..." Don was trying to reach up at her mouth holding hand, but her other arm was batting his arms down and away. "Mmmmmmmmhhh!"

Her hand tightened its grip over his mouth. "You were very rude to stare at my hands in public. What do you have to say for yourself now?" Dead silence. Of course, with her hand over his mouth Don couldn't speak a word. "I said, what do you have to say for yourself now??! Oh that's right, you can't talk while I'm holding my hand over your mouth!"

"MMMMMMMMMHHH!! MMMMMMMMMHH!" In the plate glass in front of him Don could see their reflection, the woman half a head taller than him, her huge beautiful creamy smooth hand clamped over the lower half of his face... and behind them, people walking by and giving a momentary glance to the odd public spectacle of a woman holding a man with her hand held tight over his mouth.

"You see," said the woman, "if you can stare at my hands, my hands can teach you a lesson." With that, the woman shifted her large hand so that it was now covering Don's mouth and nose. Her hand was so big that it was completely covering Don's face from his jaw up to right beneath his eyes.

"Mmmmmhhh... mmmmhh, hmmmmm mmmmmmmh... Mmmmmmmhhhh..." Don squirmed and struggled, but the woman was holding him from behind with her left arm wrapped tightly around his body, pinning his arms down. He couldn't reach up, he couldn't get at her large warm strong firm right hand clamped hard over his mouth and nose. Don couldn't breathe. Don couldn't breathe beneath her tight mouth hold. "Mmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmmmmmhh! Mmmmmmmhhhhh..." Don was twitching, his lungs were begging for air.

"You see," said the big tall beautiful mouth holding woman, "this is what happens to men who rudely stare at my hands in public. You can't talk, can you? You can't breathe any more, can you? Do you like getting silenced and smothered right out in public?"

"Mmmmmhhh...... hmm, mmmmmmmhhh......" Don tried to twist and turn his head, with her large warm strong hand clamped tight over his mouth and nose and the entire bottom half of his face. The world was swirling and going dark...

Some time later Don came to, lying on the sidewalk, lying sprawled across a metal grate, in front of the plate glass display window of the department store. People were stepping around him, ignoring him lying there on the ground, as they might any common bum or wino here in the city. As for the sexy thirty something woman who had smothered Don and blacked him out with her bare hands, she was nowhere to be seen.