He didn't stop there.He didn't stop there. He began removing the metal tubing, the cuffs, the gloves, and finally, the tight rubber corselet, until she stood nude, shivering slightly, covered in a shiny film of K-Y jelly and sweat. Jason had to admire her youthful, athletic body. For the first time since he had arrived at Mandy's home, he saw Flora's body completely nude. He stared at her high, firm breasts, like a pubescent teenager and watched a rivulet of the slippery fluid trickle down between them, across her belly and into her crotch. Her narrow waist and ample hips showed a few angry red creases, revealing just how severely tight the rubber corset had been. The thought of this lush body, imprisoned in the bizarre rubber outfit excited him even more. He realized he'd closed his eyes. Seeing her in the flesh was somehow less exciting than she had seemed only minutes ago. Voluptuous as she was, her nude skin seemed strange, almost imperfect, after seeing her only in rubber for the past twenty-four hours. For a few moments, he imagined himself in her place, waste tightly compressed, held rigidly upright by the tightly laced boning of the corset, breasts and clitoris being fondled by tiny fingers of rubber. He remembered that Mandy had mentioned there were two dildoes in the crotch of the suit, and he longed to know how that felt. What am I thinking?! Jason asked himself. Am I turning into a transvestite? To Jason's relatively conservative mind, that thought was still a little repellent. But he suppressed it only with difficulty. The newcomer smiled at Jason and turned toward the door. He led Flora away. Just like that! Jason was infuriated, then worried. The guy obviously wasn't here as their rescuer, he'd left Jason still clamped in the firm embrace of his transparent sandwich. |