On the way to his motel, soaked and bedraggled as she was, Marsha Collins had another orgasm.
Inside his motel room he had her strip out of her soaked clothes and jump into the bed. She offered absolutely no objections to peeling down to the nude in front of him. He tried to keep his mind on the scientific mystery – she was one beautiful female.
When she was safely in the bed, covers pulled up, he said, "Now, young lady, let's get to the bottom of this. Why are you so stuck on me?"
She still had that strange dazed look.
"I… I don't know. I like your face. You… have the kind of body… body type I like in men. Like my husband."
"Is it the suit?"
"The suit… unusual… very attractive."
Her hand, under the covers, made motions. He couldn't believe it. She had the same flushed look as in the restaurant and in the Skimmer. She was…
He jerked back the covers. She had her legs spread, revealing lucious creamy thighs, bright red pubic hair – and an eager hand busily at work on her cunt. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, dogged and determined. He felt a crawl of weird excitement. It had to be the suit.
"I'll just turn this off and remove it," he said. He had had the heat on the suit turned all the way up against the cold of the day. He touched the proper controls and the microwave heaters died at once.
"Ohhhh, that's better!" cried Marsha, with a huge sigh. "Oh, my goodness, what have I done?"
She suddenly came out of her daze, stopped masturbating and pulled the covers back over her nudity. "Oh, that's BETTER."
Cord had not yet removed the suit. He stared at her – he stared at the suit. He turned the microwave unit back on – to high, as it had been. He looked at the woman who had started to blush and apologize. As soon as he turned the M.W. on she stuttered, stammered in confusion and began to move her loins under the covers.
"I'm hot again!" she protested.
Cord turned off the suit and sat down to stare at the young woman in amazement.
"My suit did it to you, Marsha. My suit broadcast microwave heat – from my crotch – uh, my loins. Somehow it reached you."
"Got so hot!" she said. "Felt as if… I was doing it… had to do it, or die."
"Buy why you? Why not the other women in the place?"
She just shook her head. She was relieved to be released from her bitch heat.
"Back in the lab this never happened," puzzled Cord. Then the light began to break.
"Marsha, this is important. You dug me. I mean you liked my face, and you like my body type. Is that right?"
She nodded. "I've always gone for big-shouldered square-built men with V shaped faces. But I've never acted crazy like this."
He understood then. It had never happened before because none of his three or four female assistants in the lab dug his physical appearance that much. This woman turned on to his looks – and sat close enough so that those M.W. signals reached her in full force and fury. He laughed, delighted. Suddenly the SS had a new sales point that he'd never discovered because he hadn't been out in the field with it. Those M.W.'s probably affected all women in his vicinity when the suit was turned on high, but if they weren't predisposed they'd simply feel it as unlikely heat between their legs. He remembered now that the other woman in the party had seemed uncomfortable.
"Marsha, I owe you and your husband a big, fat apology. My electronic suit turned you on beyond your power to resist, and I didn't even know it. Caused you deep embarrassment. As soon as your clothes dry, I'll rush you home, and tell your husband."
She mumbled something.
"What?" asked Cord.
"I said, turn on the suit again. I like you and trust you, Cord. I don't want to go home – just yet. My husband has cheated on me, lots of times. I've been good. Soooo good. Lots of times I've looked at other men and turned on to them, but I never had a boost like your electronic suit. It was like something reached down deep inside of me – I feel very loving – I don't care what happens!"
Cord did a turn around the rug. "Now look, Marsha…"
"I don't care! If you don't want me, let me do it myself. You know where my hubby is right now? He's not looking for me. He's rushed to his secretary's apartment, crazy to get sympathy for what I've done. He gets another freebie tonight. He hopes I won't come home."
"But, baby," said Cord, "you're so good-looking. Why, there can't be another woman in this small town, here in Henderson, half as good-looking as you."
"There isn't. She has half my looks, but to Robert I'm a wife. W-I-F-E. The day we walked out of the church his eye started roving."
Cord shrugged. Inside he did not feel indifferent. The redhead turned him on like fury. He hadn't had any sex since that day in the lab with Marybelle, bless her blonde soul, who'd done quite well, considering that she didn't turn on to his body type.
"Marsha, I can wear this Smart Suit and give you some joy you'll never forget. But there's always tomorrow. How will you feel tomorrow."
She grinned at him, small even teeth gleaming. She raised her arms. "I'll feel positively fabulous, because all the time Robert's been tomcatting I've played the virgin wife – and as your suit proved, my subconscious has had enough of that nonsense."
Cord laughed, turned on the suit again and got into bed with the girl.
"In a sense this is bigger than you or me, Marsha. You are the pioneer of thousands of women who have similar problems but whose lifestyles are about to change when my suit goes on the market."
Cord changed the color of the suit from the dressy blue to transparent. He became a nude man in a shimmering cover. Marsha's eyes got big.
"Will you like me as well nude as when I wasn't?" he kidded her.
"Like a God," she gasped.
Cord took the ripe young girl into his arms with more than a feeling of normal desire. The time with Marybelle, she'd worn the suit, not he. It had been a long time since he'd tested a suit himself for sex, wearing the man's version. Then it had been with a couple of prostitutes, a mechanical exercise. This was a real test.
The first thing he sensed was a heightened awareness of Marsha's skin. The suit, in its seduction cycle, made her nudity feel incredibly warm and supple, amplifying the normal sensations. He was hard by the time he got in bed, of course, this time wearing the thin skin that covered his penis. The sensation down there was enhanced.
The suit did not cover his head, of course. The energy ducts at the neck protected the face from blows or weapons as it did the body, by projecting a shield, but a simple adjustment turned that off.
He fixed his mouth on the luscious lips of the heated-up wife and kissed her. She surged up against him, gasping. The suit not only took care of his sensations, it heightened hers as well. Her nipples as they raked his chest got intense stimulation from the covering.
"Ho, Cord -too much!" she cried.
"Can't be too much," he laughed, thrilling to the woman's nudity.
"Like fun! Go slower, or I'll come," she squealed.
He eased up on the kissing, stroking her silken body instead.
"Oh, Cord, don't do that or I'll come," she begged.
It was true that she was a mess between her legs. Her thrilled cunt had produced an endless flow of happy juice which stained her lower belly and thighs. As he held her he felt her internal quivers of delight and excitement, which told him that she was right on the verge of orgasm. The M.W. signals, in a real sex situation, turned her into a moist, orgasmic female.
Her breasts were beautiful, not too large, not too small and perfectly shaped. She had large aureoles and perky pink nipples without any bumps or flaws. He cupped one of her beauties.
"Cord. Don't do that or I'll…"