I hear him whimper and look up to see his eyes wedged shut. “Don’t touch me Brooke. You’re getting me all worked up…and it hurts so bad!” He’s taking quick short breath like a pregnant woman in her Lamaze class.
“Okay!” I say as I quickly peel away the tight garment. I have to shove all the fabric down to his ankles before he can part his thighs enough for me to slide my fingers up between his legs.
He starts to moan loudly when I gently take hold of his cock and start to pull it forward to where it’s meant to be. I feel him swell inside my grasp. I tenderly slide my other hand under his balls to set them free as well.
I look up at Nathan and smile. “Better?”
He runs his hand through my hair and lets out a sigh. “So much better.”
“I bet. That was just so wrong in every way.” I keep fondling him, admiring his sheer perfection now that’s he’s rock hard.
The relief in Nathan’s eyes turns into a scorching expression as I continue to stroke him.
I feel inspired to make him feel better after all his suffering. “God, I love doing this.” I kiss the tip of his swollen head.
“I’m so glad you do.” His gazed is fixed on me as I run my tongue along his length. “Oh Brooke,” he whispers when he realizes I’m not going to stop.
I smile inwardly. I’d be smiling outwardly too but it’s pretty much impossible when a cock this size is in your mouth. I slowly circle the head with my tongue while I moan.
He cups his hands over my jaws, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as I suck down his length. He swallows hard. “I love it when you do that…so much.”
I graze my teeth lightly back up his shaft and then work my way back down. I know exactly how to drive him crazy. It doesn’t take much with Nathan, every long lick and trail of kisses, until he’s in my mouth again, unravels him that much more.
He’s glorious with his heated expression and gently rocking hips. He watches my every move and the way his gaze skims over my body suggests that as soon as I’m done he’s going to worship me back. I may have been his first partner to experience mind-blowing sex with but I’m going to make sure I’m also his last.
I show him with every swirl of the tongue and sexy moan how much I love pleasuring him. When I take him in deep he throws his head back and passionately surrenders with a Superhero worthy climax.
After he floats back down to earth, he struggles to catch his breath. As he pulls me into his arms, I give him a warning. “Never again hide yourself from me.”
He gives me a lazy, satiated smile, and shakes his head slowly. “Never.”
Chapter Three
Morgan eyes me skeptically as she holds up the bodysuit. “Are you sure about this?”
I chew on my thumbnail as I examine the garment. Now that it’s out of the package it looks even smaller than I imagined. “I think I’m sure.”
She waves the spandex suit at me. “This looks like supermodel sized…not…”
I wag my finger at her. “Don’t call me chubby or there will be consequences.”
“Nah, I was going to say real-woman-sized, Brooke. I swear.”
“Thank you for that. But there’s got to be a way to get this on, right? I mean they wouldn’t be selling so many otherwise.”
Morgan shrugs. “I guess so. How should we start?”
“I’m thinking the first part should be easy, like putting on a pair of tights.”
“Okaaaay,” Morgan says as she tries to pull the opening at the top of the garment open wider. Right now it’s the size of doughnut. I could use a doughnut about now, but that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.
I start to untie my robe and Morgan holds up her hand. “Wait a minute, tell me you’re wearing underwear because I’m pretty sure my job description as your assistant doesn’t involve me touching you when you’re naked. The goods need to be covered.”
“You’re so uptight.”
“Says the woman wearing a body stocking to conceal her real curves.”
I smile at her. You can’t out-tease Morgan. Ever.
“Actually I thought ahead about this. So to answer your question, no, I’m not wearing underwear. I’m pretty sure that my body, or at the very least my girly parts would suffocate if I did, and no stinking Halloween party is worth that risk. But I’m happy to report that I thought ahead about this issue.”
I ceremoniously untie and pull off my robe while Morgan covers her eyes squealing. “I’m wearing a string bikini.”
She parts her fingers and lets out a long sigh before dropping her hands.
I wiggle the strings at my hips. “See when we pull the thing up past my girly parts I can untie this and pull it off.”
“That works for me.” She glances at the clock on the nightstand. “We better get started.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, take the first leg of the thing and grab my way down to the foot part before wedging my foot inside. I hold my leg up and rotate my ankle in victory. “Yay!”
Morgan scratches her head. “Why do you need skinny feet?”
I shake my head. “I think they do this to keep it from riding up your legs. Thus the tagline…sleek from head to toe.”
“Okay then, as long as we’re on a roll let’s move on to foot two.”
The second foot goes on easily as well. “Maybe this won’t be so hard after all.”
Morgan rolls her eyes before dropping to her knees to help me yank the thing up my calves. When we get all the way up to my knees I feel a surge of optimism until I realize that the crotch for the bodysuit is at my knees as well. This would be great if I were three feet tall with stumpy legs, but that’s not the case.
To add to my frustration, my thighs are pressed so tightly together from the spandex binding that I’m losing feeling in my hoo-hah.
Thank God Morgan has a determined spirit because she goes at it like a champ, pinching bits of the slick fabric and yanking upwards. I don’t even cry out when she pinches some of my skin as well since I don’t want her to lose her focus.
I look down at her as we work together. Her face is red and her brow damp with perspiration. We’re getting close to our goal of a crotch-to-crotch connection when after a particularly tough yank she tumbles backward on the floor.
“Holy hell, this is worse than Chinese foot-binding. It’s full-body binding!”
I nod in agreement. “Obviously a man who hated women designed this.”
“Or a really skinny girl who never has to wear it.”
“To hell with them all,” I pronounce as I wiggle my toes, hoping to regain feeling in them. I look over at Morgan still sprawled on the floor. She appears to be breathing normally now. I study her red costume that shows off her figure in a very flattering way.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask. Who are you dressed as?”
“Electra. Girl, you need to study up on your Superheroes!”
I sigh. “I know. So many Superheroes, so little time. That’s one sexy outfit. You look awesome.”
“Thanks. And lucky for you Electra is a ninja…cause it’s going to take ninja skills to finish this job.”
We get back to work and after a tugging session equivalent to a full upper body, gym workout we get the thing over the edge of where my ass starts. I take a moment to untie the bikini and yank it out giving myself the equivalent of a pussy burn. I wince in pain. Morgan suddenly goes pale. “What?” I ask.
“How will you go to the bathroom once this thing is fully on?”
“There’s a hole built into the crotch. Didn’t you notice it?”
“I’ve been trying not to notice the crotch. Remember? Well at least that’s one thing you don’t have to worry about — a pee hole. Wow! They really thought of everything, didn’t they?”
She moves to my right hip while I work on my left but after several minutes we’ve succeeded in only getting the damn thing up another inch. She looks down at me and giggles.
“What?”