Then he returned to the bed and gave Marsha two more orgasms, one while he wore the suit and another without. He wanted to find out himself what the effect was to go from the suit to regular sex. The answer: not so hot, but he was slowing down himself a little, and the girl's cunt was reddened from all the action. It was not really a good test.
He lay beside her in the darkness, his mind still filled with aspects of the marketing, listening to the rain on the roof and Marsha's soft breathing. It had been a night to remember; an experience he would savor all his life. His last waking thought was the hope that she wouldn't awaken full of guilt and shame, and play a scene that he'd been into more than once.
She did not. When he awoke, the sun shone, the rain clouds were gone – and so was Marsha Collins. There was only a note in her handwriting, giving her address and phone, and a few wrinkled towels to tell of his beautiful evening.
"My problem," said Andy Lang, the A-C man in the territory, "is that the women I want I can't get and the women I don't want come on strong."
"Join the human race," smiled Cord.
They walked around one of Portland's biggest shopping centers. They had spent the morning interviewing store owners as they talked about the possibilities of the SS being stocked for retail.
Almost to a man, or woman, the buyers in the stores hated the Smart Suit. No one had ever come along with a suit loaded with electronics. As for the walking feature, people were too lazy anyway. As for the protective feature, the suit might be good for the police. As for the sex – the clothing people didn't even want to discuss that.
CHAPTER SIX
When Cord opened the door, Erica no longer looked confused. She came into the room with conviction.
"I… I lied," she said. "I didn't come to Portland to go chopping. I came here to have an adventure."
"Like maybe there's been a little trouble at home with the Professor?" asked Cord.
"Yes," said the long, lanky coed with blonde hair. "They've tried to keep me from knowing about it. I had to get away, to know what to do. Then I saw you two and, well, I felt suddenly warm and excited. It's hard to explain."
"Not at all. You felt the effects of my Smart Suit, dear lady. For people who have sex on their minds and are open to adventure, it carries a strong message. Take off your clothes, Andy. Show Erica the Smart Suit."
"Muh… meeee?"
"Well, we both will," said Cord. "That's fair."
They stripped to the suits which were opaqued to cover their nudity as Cord explained the principles.
"I feel it, I feel it," said Erica. The signals from Andy were stronger when he'd taken off his regular suit.
"These suits enhance sex. Unfortunately, I do not have the female version with me, but the male version also brings exotic pleasure to the woman." Cord touched some controls in Andy's suit and it went transparent, showing Andy's nude body and raging hard-on as well. Erica's eyes got huge. Andy blushed but stood his ground.
"So, dear lady, if you really want an adventure…"
"Oh, oh, I couldn't," said Erica, eyes downcast.
Andy stood there, blushing furiously, the suit glittering on him, his penis ready, but that was the extent of his aggression. He had always been too shy with women, not feeling that he could win them because of his small stature and ordinary looks. With a woman as good-looking and as elegant as Erica Parker, he was afraid to say or do anything because it might turn her off.
"Erica," said Cord, "do you play a musical instrument?"
"I used to play the clarinet." Those big, soft eyes shot a sideways glance at Andy's manhood and then darted away in guilt.
"Good. Sit down, close your eyes. I'll bring you a clarinet."
She did as he told her. Cord stood Andy before her and bent her head down.
"Give us a solo, dear girl."
Eyes closed, trembling, the sensitive woman slid Andy's prick into her mouth. It was encased in the SS clear plastic so Andy stiffened from the amplified signals of good feeling.
"Ah, oh, oh, oh," he moaned in pleasure.
Emboldened by his sounds of pleasure, blushing, Erica used on hand to stroke his balls, the other to jack off the lower portion of his shaft, and she bobbed her head with more vigor on the top of his length.
"That is Heaven!" called Andy, going up on his toes.
Cord did not like the look on Andy's face, nor the way his body trembled. It could be a short solo that Erica played. He reached out and pressed the controls to lessen the thrill demands on the cock sleeve of the suit.
Cord was hard himself now, to see the stiff prick working up into the beautiful face of the woman. He could tell from her tension that the feel of that hard sex blade in her mouth turned her on. He got behind her and loosend her one-piece suit. She tried to shake him off, half-heartedly, without giving up her sex lollipop, but he firmly took each arm at a time and pulled it free, laying her glittering top down to her hips.
Her smooth torso, her big breasts, her supple belly turned him on to lift him to a more straining hard-on. Soft, supple, elegant and silken, that was the Professor's wife.
Andy's hands immediately grasped her nude shoulders. His face shone with ecstatic joy.
"I've wanted this. Oh, I've looked for this a thousand times. Erica… beautiful."
"Mmmmmmmmm."
Then, Cord unhooked her bra to release those big, big breasts. She moaned a protest, but kept her eyes closed, her hands on Andy's rod and her head bobbing in her cock-suck. The bra came off.
She had fantastic tits. Not only were they queen-sized, but they were elegantly shaped, perfect glories of the mother-whore. Her aureoles were a light pink, without a blemish and the hard, erected nipples were only a little darker, also without any distortion.
Looking down on those sexy, released globes, Andy almost died in joy. His wife had small breasts. He'd never seen such an elegant pair. Cord made a gesture and he bent to heft them, one in each hand, the nipples burning his palms.
It was all too much for him. Wild streaks of pure sexuality raced from his toes to his head. He could hardly catch his breath. He fucked into the mouth of a beautiful stranger who sucked him willingly and who moaned as he kneaded her glorious tits.
"Ah, Cord… Erica. oh, my God!"
Cord cried out a warning, but it was too late. Andy strained up in pure ecstasy. His forehead was moist, his eyes stared, bugging out. There was nothing to do but give him the power of the suit to enjoy his orgasm. Cord quickly tapped the controls that turned on the hot pleasure rays in the cock sleeve.
"Yieeeeeeeee!!" went Andy.
He'd never felt such a sensation in all of his life. Cord's suit came on full, while he was in the middle of his gorgeous freeze before orgasm, when his body was stilled so all muscular effort could go to the delicious sex spasms. The piercing, maddening joy that suffused his cock, was almost more than human flesh could bear, since he was already half-crazed with excitement.
The suit prolonged his freeze. He stood on his toes like some kind of robot, every muscle locked, pleasure glowing, and all life forces suspended. He gave an unearthly shriek, like pitching down from a high roller coaster.
Spurt! "Ah, Keerist!" Spurt, spurt, spurt. "oh, I'm dyiiiiinnnggg!"
He went faint with the powerful bursts of his over-stimulated cock, half collapsed on the woman, and shot off a huge run of milky darts that filled the sleeve of the suit. Like coming into a condom, he burned out gushes of manhood to be trapped and make a foamy cushion and ballon of the containing sleeve. It was almost painful to watch the fierce muscle stabs of his loins as he shot off his glory.
Erica could not keep the wildly bursting blade in her mouth… it didn't matter. The silken pressure of the sleeve more than made up for it. As he tapered, Cord had to catch his small figure or he would've fainted on top of the woman. As it was, Cord had to roll him over on the bed, because he had completely flipped out on this pleasure trip and fainted.