The lid shut itself when he let go of it. His grasp wandered over the rest of her face. He toyed with her mouth piercing, the ring in her now darkly-shaded lip. He had never kissed a woman with a piercing like that before and he imagined his tongue flicking it back and forth as he turned it side to side with his fingers. He considered doing just that, by pulling up a stool to put himself at her height, but his paranoia regarding leaving DNA evidence compelled him to stick to mere fantasies.

He fingered a lock of hair that had fallen into her face. It was difficult to tell through the gloves, but it felt soft and thick. He stood on his tiptoes, as close to her as he could, and deeply inhaled. He had expected a unique “death” smell but was not disappointed when he took in a simple aroma of freshly washed clothes and recently shampooed hair. It would seem that she had taken steps toward ensuring that she left behind a proper, tidy corpse.

Carl brushed the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ears. He could see the piercings there more clearly now. One ear had three rings in the lobe and a bar through the upper ear. The other had four rings along the lobe and another ring in the tragus. They were all simple stainless steel. It made him wonder what other piercings she may have, hidden by her clothing.

His neck was beginning to ache from craning upward and so he stepped back and resumed his exploration at her feet. He had always just assumed that anyone who wore Birkenstocks like she did would have gnarly feet but he was pleasantly surprised. The nails were not painted but they were surprisingly well-groomed. He massaged her soles, smooth and soft, in his hands and was soon aware of his erection beneath his jeans. Her feet were at about crotch height and he rubbed the instep of one of her feet against himself, through his clothing.

Figuring that a dick did not possess fingerprints, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his erection from his underwear. He expected her flesh to be cold but she was still warm as he pressed the skin of her bare sole against his shaft and began to work it up and down. It only took one hand to keep this up so he continued his exploration.

He had considered disrobing her so he could finally get a good view of her naked body but he still had in the back of his head the possibility of somebody knocking on her door. It would be easy enough re-zip his own pants but it would be much more of a production to re-dress her. So he instead had to feel things out.

He ran a gloved hand along her lower leg, idly squeezing at the soft calf muscle. All smooth and recently-shaved. He worked his way up, groping at the soft flesh of her thighs. He had to reach around to grab her buttocks and her body swung toward him slightly as he did so. It felt like she was wearing a fairly plain pair of underwear, not a thong or any other sort of sexy lingerie. His hand slipped beneath it easily enough. Her overall body shape looked like it was fairly thin but her firm ass cheeks were more than a handful each.

As he made his way to the front of her crotch, he felt some warmth. He paused in brief worry. He had heard that people release their waste when they expire but had forgotten about this since, from the peephole, he had seen no sign of this. He carefully withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt. It was damp, but not stained. And there was no obvious smell of waste coming from her either. He could live with that. She must have gone to the bathroom thoroughly beforehand.

He resumed his exploration. Her panties were quite damp, although not enough to stain the crotch of her skirt. It was easy enough for him to imagine that this was sexual lubrication and that his use of her body was turning her on.

He pushed aside her panties and felt the distinctive texture of metal. It seemed that she had at least one genital piercing, a stud from the feel of it. He worked his fingers into her. It felt tight, well-lubricated and, like the rest of her body, was still warm.