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Before Double Trouble V
Josh appeared before McClintock’s secretary, as requested.
“Hi, Dominique,” he said, “I believe Mr. McClintock is expecting me?”
The lovely secretary, who had done everything within her means, including the display of her abundant physical charms, in hopes of getting Josh into her bed (without success, so far), smiled widely up at him.
“Hello, Mr. Allen. Please go right in,” she answered, indicating the office door to the senior partner of McClintock Associates, one of the most successful architectural firms in Chicago. She also bent over her desk in order to point in the direction he was to take; just coincidentally, of course, the tops of her generous boobs were on full display over her low-cut blouse. Josh smiled to himself, flattered that Dominique wanted to get into his pants and letting him know it in such an obvious way. However, Lori was more than enough female for any man.
Josh knocked at the open door to his boss’ boss office, then entered the luxurious interior.
“Hello, Josh,” McClintock said, standing and smiling. They shook hands, and McClintock gestured towards a chair at the front of his desk. After Josh sat, McClintock got down to business quickly … he was not known for his social pleasantries.
“Josh, I’ve got good news for you. Of course I am aware of the awesome contributions you have made to the design of the planned Kidori Corporation luxury hotel down in New Orleans, and want to thank you personally for your excellent design work.”
“Thank you, sir,” Josh replied. “This is a very exciting project we have in front of us, and I’m very happy to be able to contribute.”
“Yes, yes,” McClintock brushed aside Josh’s answer; he tended to be a bit short-sighted socially, despite his architectural brilliance. “Well Josh,” he continued, “as you know, this is not yet a done deal. And, it so happens, we have a chance to lock it in. Mr. Hideki Matsumo, the lead partner as well as the head attorney for Kidori, wishes to meet with you and Brad (Kenton, the other McClintock senior partner) to firm up the deal. This is your big chance, Josh, to make a real mark for yourself. We’ve set up a meeting with Matsumo and his aides in New Orleans tomorrow morning at the Hyatt there, at 10:00 AM.”
“Oohhh,” Josh replied. “That’s great, sir (even though he and Lori had planned on attending a Halloween party bash Saturday night at a good friend’s house). “Uh, how long a trip should I plan for … and when do I leave?”
“You’d better allow for the whole weekend, Josh – the Japanese are famed as tough negotiators who always think that time is on their side. We’ve booked you on the 8:30 PM American flight, 1059, so you have at least a few hours to get your gear together, plus all of your plan drawings and whatever other documents you’ll need, of course.”
Josh’s mind was in a whirl. It was already 3:30 on Thursday afternoon, so he would have to gather the tools of his trade and head home right away in order to have time to pack and get to O’Hare in time for security and flight check-in.
“Right you are, Mr. McClintock”, he responded. “I’d better get cracking, then.” He stood up to leave, and McClintock came around his huge desk to offer a parting handshake.
“Good luck, Josh. I know you won’t disappoint your family here at McClintock Associates,” he said in parting.
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Needless to say, Lori was not at all happy with Josh not being available to her, both as a lover and as one hell of a cocksman. Not to mention his real rigging skills.
“Damnit,” she hurled at him. “I just spent a ton of money on my costume, and now I don’t get to wear it?”
“Honey,” Josh pleaded, “this is something I just have to do for our future. If we get approval of my ideas, I’ll take you on a two-week trip to Europe.”
Lori, knowing she was defeated but resenting it, gave in, and Josh left on his trip a few hours later.
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Lori was pissed, and feeling sorry for herself. It was only Thursday evening, and she and Josh had just cuddled last night (Wednesday). She knew darned well that she would be hot and horny by Sunday (when Joshed promised he would return … “No later, honest, honey.”). In fact, she was already feeling the familiar erotic urges begin to make themselves felt – and it was only Thursday.
Lori was a very sexed-up woman; if she didn’t get it with great regularity, she could become peevish and selfish. Luckily, her lover Josh had never yet let her get to that point. But now Lori faced the prospect of no Josh for at least a few days … and she wasn’t at all happy.
That night, and all day Friday, and all day Saturday (Josh had called to let her know he couldn’t get back to her until Sunday afternoon at the earliest), Lori had stewed as her unfucked level reached historic proportions.
She was sexually alive to the slightest hint; and coming upon a picture of a girl in a bikini, or of a well-built guy doing anything, caused her pussy to heat up. They had a “Sexy Firemen” calendar that she had bought on a whim, and just the sight of one of those hunks started a leakage of her love juice, and unintentionally increased her frustration at no sex, also no bondage.
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Lori was so heated, and yet so sexually frustrated, that she could hardly handle it. She and Josh had promised each other not to masturbate when their lover was otherwise unavailable, and she felt bound by that oath. Still, the mounting heat in her love mound, and the frustration at not being able to alleviate it, drove her to the edge of sexual madness. Lori was SO frustrated, and she couldn’t, in good conscience, relieve herself. ARRRGGHHHHHH!
Lori finally decided to heck with it; she would go to the Saturday night Halloween party in her new costume, even without Josh. Accordingly, she first luxuriated in a bath redolent with scented oils that seemed to caress her skin lasciviously. After drying off, she erased any stray hair south of her eyebrows using her hand-held mini-laser hair removal gadget, then applied soothing scented oils from head to foot.
She brushed her black hair until it shone, then set about putting it into a long braid, interspersed with black satin ribbons. When she had at last completed that task, her braid hung down her back almost to her waist.
Her makeup followed; a light foundation with just a touch of powder, eye shadow a bit darker than she usually wore, a hint of rouge to highlight her high cheekbones, eyelash brush to separate and elongate each lash, and lastly a very bright red lipstick, most carefully applied, and followed by lip gloss.
Josh’s bondage/pain slut/lover pulled the new box down from her huge walk-in closet (it took up a full room!) and, peeling aside the protective onion-skin layers, extracted her special costume (that she couldn’t wear with Josh in attendance, Q&!@E#%).
Lori began with the black latex stockings. By necessity, she turned them inside out and coated each reversed surface with a generous application of talcum powder. She once more turned them inside out, so that the talc-covered insides could more easily slide up each leg. Lori drew the stockings slowly up her legs until their tops were tightly settled up near her snatch. ‘Ahh,’ she thought; ‘they feel so good, so sexy.’ The polish the proprietor had applied ensured their high sheen.
‘Rats’, Lori cursed to herself; she should have put on the latex garter belt first. Pulling that item out of the box, she wrapped it about her and hooked the fastenings in back. The hip-hugger garter belt in itself was a tactile turn-on for Lori as she attached the four garters to her shiny latex stockings. The girl ran her hands up each leg, starting at the ankle, to ensure the snug erotic grip upon her legs.
Lori posed then, standing in front the full-length mirror that covered one entire wall of her ‘closet’. The ‘closet’ had once been Josh’s fourth bedroom, and the smallest. At her request, he had had it redone so that it became the collection point for her seemingly endless collections of dresses, skirts, blouses, and shoes (lots of shoes!). Plus, of course, the very large armoire that housed her lingerie and stockings.
Oops. Lori’s pussy had begun to leak her love juice. Jesus, she was so turned on that she couldn’t help getting excited just by putting on her stuff! She dabbed at her snatch with a hand towel, resisting the strong urge to stroke her cunt lips with her fingers.
The girl now picked up the minimal thong panty, and slid it slowly up her legs. Also of latex, but bright pink (she liked the vivid contrast with the otherwise all-black outfit), it hugged her begging snatch closely, and separated her perfecto ass cheeks just right. Lori sensed her rising erotic heat, and fought to keep herself under control.
Her latex ‘skirt’ followed, and wow, she thought, was it ever tight. Its top rode low on her hips, just below her slightly-rounded abdomen, and barely covered her garter belt; its hem ended just an inch below her thonged pussy. The rear of the skirt barely hid the crease between her thighs and luscious ass cheeks. As long as she was standing, and unmoving, the day-glo pink of her thong wasn’t evident. When she moved even a little, though, things would get very interesting indeed
Black seven-inch stiletto heeled shoes, with two-inch platform soles, were next. They had wide, but thin, leather ankle straps that had small chromed C-rings attached in back. Lori looked up at the ceiling in contemplation and, after giving a ‘what the heck’ shrug of her shoulders, attached the tiny locks through the C-rings and clicked each one closed. The key she tossed onto her makeup table. The shoes completed her below-waist look … and a lust-inducing spectacle it indeed was. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, examining herself in the mirror. ‘If only Josh could be here now.’
Lori proceeded to put on her black latex bra. It had less than half-cups, but supported her round tits nicely. The minimal cups forced her breasts upwards and together while leaving her nipples free, along with a healthy majority of those nice boobs themselves. She had a cape-like top that would cover her impressive breasts until … whatever … but she chose to leave it off until she was ready to leave for the party.
Lastly she added a brief black latex collar about her neck, suggesting a slave look, followed by sleek black latex gloves that came up almost to her shoulders. Lori carefully smoothed out all of her latex costume until it felt like a second skin, gleaming softly in the ambient light from their bedroom.
She examined herself critically in the mirror – and found a black-latex-clad goddess peering back at her. Her gloved fingers lightly stroked her out-thrust breasts, then moved to lightly pinch her nipples.
‘What am I doing,’ she screamed at herself. Her body was definitely starting to react to her image in the mirror, and the feeling of the latex tight around her, and, of course, to her playing with herself. She knew her pussy was wet, but was reluctant to touch herself there, in order to check, lest she lose control of herself.
“I can’t, I just can’t,” she cried aloud. Lori was defeated, and knew it. She would never break her vow to Josh by masturbating in order to relief the sexual pressure she felt in every part of her body. It just wouldn’t be honorable.
Furthermore, she knew that she would never leave the house looking as lush as she did unless Josh was with her. She probably wouldn’t last more than five minutes outside the house, or even at the party, before some guy (or girl!) went after her with a vengeance.
Then an idea struck her. While she wouldn’t go out alone in this lust-inducing outfit, at least she could pose for some pictures that Josh would appreciate. Accordingly, Lori fetched two video cameras and their tripods, and set them up in the bedroom. She turned on all of the lights in the room to ensure visibility, and then turned on the cameras.
She posed (for Josh), turning this way and that so Josh would be able to appreciate her from all angles. She cupped her breasts, pointing them at one of the cameras, and put on a pouting look (‘I want you, babe’). Lori bent down and began caressing her legs through the latex stockings. Higher and higher her hands roamed as she slowly straightened, ending up by peeling up the hem at the front of her skirt so that Josh couldn’t miss her bright pink thong (slightly damp) and the way it camel-toed her pussy.
Lori then turned around and, slowly, began undoing the hooks on her skirt. When they were loose, she peeled it from herself in slow motion until her great butt cheeks were fully in view. She smiled coyly over her shoulder at the cameras, turned, and undid the back hooks of her bra. This too was slowly removed, her breasts proudly bared for the cameras (Josh!), her excited nipples obviously hard and erect.
Eventually, though, she stopped and turned off the cameras and the excess lights in the room. Her shoulders drooped as the fun of posing left her. Lori sat down on the bed and began removing the rest of her costume (she of course had to unlock the tiny locks on her sky-high shoes); the stockings, gloves, latex collar and garter belt, and, lastly, her very damp thong. She hung it up in the bathroom to wash later, but stowed the rest of the costume back into the box from which it had emerged.
‘Ah, well,’ she thought, ‘there’s always next year.’
Nude now, Lori removed all of her so-carefully-applied makeup before heading to bed. Lying down, she reached into the drawer of the night stand and removed some leather cuffs stashed there. Lori encircled her wrists and ankles with the cuffs; locks followed to connect her ankle cuffs, and then her wrist cuffs (in back, of course, so that she wouldn’t have easy access to her so-in-need pussy).
She flung the keys to the locks across the room as best as she was able; it would serve her right to have to hunt around in the morning in order to free herself.
Frustrated to the max, but proud of her self-denial, Lori turned out the light on the nightstand (she had to sit so that her cuffed hands could reach the switch), then lay down for a restful sleep. Josh would be home tomorrow!!
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