A continuation by S.I. from Bike's original story "Behind the Closed Door"

Part 2

Time has a way to last for ever, especially when one’s senses are deprived and the attention focuses on skin sensors only. Wrapped in latex, all kinds of new “voices” grow louder. What was in the background before, comes to the foreground. One could lose her mind at this, but attempts at organizing the situation pay off in the end.

Debbie’s situation was a known territory for her. Although she had taken a serious risk since in case of emergency, she could not have done anything for either her friend or herself. That danger factor was part of her “high” at the moment. She knew that somebody would have to get them out of there somehow. She had more or less resolved the issue of embarrassment if someone else than Charlie had found her dressed in latex; rubber was becoming more and more popular anyway. She had been fantasizing about a strong fireman saving her ... she could not think of details, just of his strong grasp.

She had felt this kind of fear before, but she always had a way out. Now she was wondering what Charlie would think when faced with her temerity; but it always had turned out so fantastic that she never doubted for one moment it would not be tonight.

But something was different. As she started to reflect on it, she realized that she had led Sue into what she, Debbie, enjoyed most without regards for her friends’ anxieties; she had played with her not for Sue’s enjoyment, but for her own thirst of power. She had to explain to Sue what latex was all about, or else she would have been a fool in that catsuit. There was no way around it, was there. Was it an excuse? It was an unknown in her game that could have serious consequences when she came to think of it : Sue, one of her best friends ! Sue… is she a talker? Could she keep this to herself? Would she?

Debbie could do nothing now to comfort her, to calm her down. She knew that the dildo she had pushed into her was way too big, and that it was the one responding to the remote activation device Charlie had in his pocket. Charlie would think that he would prepare his girl, but it would be Sue who would feel it, and she knew nothing about it. Then there was the novelty of it all for Sue; her first time in latex. Even if Charlie came on time, it would be an eternity for her in that outfit that she might come to resent after all… and her friend with it. Finally there was Charlie; how would Sue feel before him? Two girls at once… Was it a situation Sue could accept? She had not told her about it until she was gagged shut.

Debbie almost went into fears that her presumption had done more harm than good. Charlie was expecting her to be all excited, and she was, but what about Sue. Would she be the same? Charlie was not her guy. She just had a bad experience that night, and she might wonder now what would have been worse, staying in the rain or in that bondage. Debbie came to realize how many things she had overlooked about Sue’s predicament. She had assumed that her friend was feeling just the same as she. Debbie had some remorse mixed into the exciting anticipation of Charlie’s arrival.

The clock rang 10 PM. Debbie barely could hear it, but it was clear that in 15 minutes or so Charlie would be there. Her sensuality came alive; she was randy with desire.

Sue heard the clock too. She had been sucking on her gag for more than an hour now, and she wondered how long it would last; not that she minded, but she was not too sure about Debbie’s assurances. Her mind was going at full speed in spite of the stiff drinks she had taken. The alcohol was wearing off, and she wanted to pee so bad. The huge size of the dildo was intolerable to start with, but then her secretions and the elasticity of her vagina walls made it more tolerable to the point that she enjoyed feeling the presence of that mass inside of her. Her libido was growing wild. She would have given anything to touch her clit for the most enjoyable orgasm of her life. But her hands were locked into these ball mitts, and securely tied. There was nothing she could do but try to swing her waist back and forth. Even this was limited by the strong belt around it and the one over her breast. The groping bra left her no relief whatsoever. Her breasts felt increasingly aflame with desire, and the feeling reached way down there where she could not satisfy herself. These flames of want were now engulfing her legs, fuelling her back and her arms; she felt like a massive blob of sexual yearning; all life had become one single word : sex. It was too strong to enjoy, too demanding to think straight; she was walking on the edge of a steep mountain, each step making her inevitable fall the greater.

After a while fears began to make its ways; she could not verbalize them. It was just the unknown about herself; she was losing control on the inside, and felt she could go insane.

In her mind she decided to feel what the latex was doing to her. Yes, she could feel her perspiration all over. The material had become slippery, but the lack of motion had stopped all the enjoyment of its caress. It felt a little cool, but her body was so hot that it helped some in fact. So she decided to relax as much as she could in spite of all the other stimulants. As that was happening, she realized that the pressure of sexual desire could be managed except that, from time to time, it reached higher levels of intensity. These were the moments when fears came in like a flood.
Her mind went back to her latex clothes. There was something womb-like about them, a feeling of dejà-vu that she could not identify. Its hugging properties, the fit in all the right places, and the looks of it were the sexiest thing she ever had seen. She would have loved to seduce a guy in that kind of clothes… but it would require the right guy, not the one who had dated her and left her to pay the bill.  What a creep! Somehow she would get back at him, at the right time. Yet, she decided, had it not been for him she would have never known what Debbie was doing, and would have never known latex, not in a million years. Well, that was a mixed blessing after all.

Sue’s mind was going back and forth, sorting out pictures of her relationship with Debbie. She wondered how come she had never suspected all that was going on behind closed doors. In vain she was looking for some clue, but there hadn’t been any. Now she was in the secret of that couple. How would Charlie be with her? A threesome was not her idea of a date, especially Debbie’s guy, not that she had anything against him, but… but something was not right. Was it ? “How could Debbie accept that?” In her place she couldn’t have; it was not in her mindset.

It happened all of a sudden. Sue screamed in her mask; she felt her inside becoming alive, as if that large vaginal insert wanted to eat her organs. At first, terror sent her heart racing; then she realized that the buzzing was even, and that it had to be a machine of some kind. So she stopped screaming and tried to relax. After a half a minute, without explanation, it stopped. Silence, death, as it were. Yet, she felt her insides stimulated, the pitch of her desire stretched like a violin string. Breathing did not help anymore; she was panting, her ears hummed with blood pressure, the focus of all her being centered between her legs. Her breasts were bursting, her heart beat was pounding in them, in her sex, in all the erotic places of her body. She was losing focus, she knew; her mind control was going. She had been fighting for control all that time, but she was being beaten at this game. What was ahead of her, she did not know, and she feared that.

While fighting again to save the boat, the dildo came alive again. Sue lost it all. The strap that held the dildo tightly inside her vagina had a rubber nod firmly pressing her clit. The vibrations were transferred directly onto it, and she could not possibly control its outcome. She exploded; her body went into convulsions, she screamed and screamed, long after the dildo stopped, because the momentum was maintained by the stimulation of her breasts and by the waist belt. She was crying, sobbing, but nothing helped; she could neither stop, nor go on. She was petrified that this thing would start again. She had no strength left, no will power. She had lost the fight and she let herself go down like a log in a river. But she found a new pleasure; the feeling of abandon was unknown to her. It was an open door with a garden behind she never had suspected. Scared as she was, she ventured further into her feelings, listening with every nerve of her body.

How long is long when one is deprived of one’s senses? Five minutes can be an eternity. “Outside”, she heard voices, two men’s voices. Sue came slowly back to the other reality. Would Charlie have thought of her and brought her a prince charming? Immediately she hoped not. “I am a mess, I smell for sure, I feel like a wreck, and I need to pee.” How humiliating to be found in such a condition! She felt so sensitive, so trapped that the lightest touch would have sent her off again into a writhing orgasm.

“There, Donald! that’s her, Debbie’s friend! You will need my assistance to unlock all that holds her to that chair and for the head mask”

“OK, Chuck! I’ll be waiting.”

“Listen here! Let me begin with her, because Debbie will want to go upstairs to bed. Let me show you around first.”

Charlie showed him where the bathroom was, the towels, the shower, everything. He also gave him fresh latex underwear and a dress for Sue.
“Now, lets us change into body suits”.

The two women could barely hear the conversation. Yet the relief was immense. They were safe and felt randy as hell. Debbie whose worries had tainted her anticipation was now sure it would turn out all right. She knew Donald, a single man from a wealthy home, with a good reputation. He and Charlie had been college buddies. Donald had had several dates; his reputation with them had been spotless. Many girls had been asking him for dates, but as a matter of principle he refused them all.

A little while later, the two men came back and started with Sue.

“Sue!” Charlie started, “I have invited Donald for you tonight; he is a great friend and will not harm you in any way. You could not find a better person.”

“Sue!” said Donald warmly. At the sound of his voice, though distant, Sue melted; she was about to cry. “Sue!”… She did cry; tears were rolling down between the latex and her cheeks. There was something so tender, so welcoming in his voice, that she could let go of her condition and looks. All she wanted was to crawl against his chest and be held in his arms.

Fingers started to work at the zipper of her mask; then she felt the release of the leg restraints, of her arms restraints. The mask was slowly pulled off and the long mouth piece in penis shape removed. Her eyes blinked in the light, although it was soft. The first sight she could focus on was the face of Donald. He was not looking at her not wanting to embarrass her, but he worked on detaching her mitts. The straps were complicated and he took his time; she observed him. He was a good looking man, with a wide chest, strong shoulders, and gentle motions. Sue felt like the shade of herself, so weak she had become in all that exertion.

“Donald! I want to show you something”, said Charlie. “Look here, I have a remote to a vibrator into Debbie’s privates. It is very effective. I’ll turn it on for a few seconds.”

Sue was not following that conversation; she was still in a blur. Once again, her inside erupted : “Oh my G.d! Oooooaaaahuuuuugh” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “Help, help, I’m going again… I can’t ! Help me! PLEASE!”

The surprise was so great that when turning around Donald bumped into Charlie who dropped the remote control on the floor. The thing was mistakenly kicked and slid under a chest of drawers where lots of rubber clothes were put away. Quickly the two men cleaned the top of the chest of all the objects resting there, and slid it sideways to recuperate the control box and stop the buzzing insert. Sue was almost fainting when it went out. Donald attended immediately to her while Charlie put the chest back in place.

Sue was a panting and heaving wreck. “Don’t touch me, Donald! Not yet, I am too sensitive.”

“I’ll stay with you until you calm down, Sue”. He pulled a chair next to hers, facing the same direction as she. Sue felt the respectful manners of that man, and her heart went all out for him.

In the meantime, Charlie was “delivering” Debbie. No sooner was she free from the mask, she pleaded, “Give me that other mask there, and let’s go; I can’t wait for another minute.” They both rushed up the stairs to the bedroom.

After a few minutes, Sue whispered, “Would you mind helping me to the bathroom? I don’t know if I can hold it yet, but I need to go.”

Donald undid the chest belt and the waist belt. When that last one was released Sue went into another orgasm, smaller, but very strong nevertheless.

“Look at the other side, Donald, I want to take off that dildo” Sue tried to zip down the suit, but her weakened fingers were trembling and she could not do it. She was desperate. “Donald, I am so sorry, you will have to help me quickly. Would you please open the zipper. I cannot do it.”

Donald obliged, her eyes looking at his hands, never elsewhere. Sue had never imagined such self-control. Finally he had it free and Sue could open it through her crotch. She fumbled in her sweet hole, but the dildo was imbedded deep into it. There was, however, a loop that was attached to it. She pulled on it but as it came out it started to hurt because of its large size.

“Donald, I hate to ask this from you. The dildo is so large that I cannot take it out. When you do it, do it quickly. I shall scream, but never mind.” Sue directed his hand to the loop. He did just that. The dildo came out with a wet plop. Sue screamed loud enough to wake up the entire block, but it was over. Along came a flood of intimate juices, but she did not care. She took his arm. “To the bathroom… let’s go NOW!” She pee'd for an eternity.

In the mean time, Donald went through the things that were all over the place and stashed them in a plastic pale that happened to be there. When he heard the toilet flush, he went to the bathroom door. “Do you need some help, Sue?”

“Yes, I could. I sweated in these clothes and they are sticking to me.”

One at a time, Donald assisted her out each one of them. Sue did not care any longer to be naked in front of him. She went into the shower, turned it on, grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed it over her head. Donald took a washcloth and scrubbed her from head to toe. Sue felt divine : “This man, he cares for me!” She loved his touch, his voice, everything about him. He massaged her scalp gently, put on the rinse. Then, being dressed in a latex bodysuit, he drew her against him and squeezed her tenderly. She was all wet, exhausted, her body tingling all over. His strong hands gently supported both her breasts; Sue responded instantly with an open mouth for a long long kiss. After that she kissed the rubber of his suit embracing him with all her strength. They stayed there in the shower stall, quietly, for the longest time. There are times in life when silence speaks louder.

At long last, he took the towel and dried her gently. “You ARE a beautiful young lady!” Sue fell into his arms and cried.

He found the hair dryer and placed a comb and a brush in both her hands. He knew exactly what to do. He also dried her tush. They both laughed.

“I don’t even know where my clothes are.”

“Never mind, I have some for you here”. Donald powdered her all over and she slipped the underwear on, another bra with holes for the nipples this time, and he slid over her the green dress in semi transparent latex. Sue looked at herself in the miror.

She smiled. “I am starving, aren’t you?”

“Let’s go out” suggested Donald.

“In this outfit?” replied Sue looking at him sideways, “and how about you?”

“I don’t mind. Let’s look for stockings and for a coat of some kind for you. I have mine upstairs.”

“The stockings must be in the top drawer of the chest you displaced, and I saw raincoats in the entrance closet along with umbrellas.”

“OK, then! I know of a small food place, about a quarter a mile away that is opened until midnight. Nobody knows us there. We just have the time. We can go in my car.”

Sue would have done anything for Donald. She loved him already. Being dressed in latex for him? - anytime baby! She did not care what others would think of her.

In his mind, Donald knew that Sue, having gone through multiple orgasms, had now found a home port with him for all her emotions. Her feelings were enhanced a hundred times through the stimulation of the latex and accessories, but deep down he knew that this girl was looking for someone to love and care for her.

As they were ready to walk out to the car, Charlie tip-toed down the stairs, “I’ll have the sofa ready for you to sleep in when you come back”

“Is it not too much trouble ?”

“Not at all. That’s the least I can do. If you have to make some telephone calls, you will find the set in the left corner of the kitchen.”

It was raining cats and dogs. “Why bother with your car. If it is that close, let’s walk there,” giggled Sue as she covered her head with the hood of her raincoat. Donald drew the strings to attach it tight around her lovely oval face. He did the same, and she tied the hood. “There we go!” She grabbed his hand and drew him into the night. The rain drops plopped on their hoods, on their shiny coats long enough to cover their boots.

Suddenly she stopped. “Kiss me, Donald, oh kiss me!” They stood there, mouth to mouth, then went on. Sue was in a dream. A little further she climbed on a public bench and grabbed his head. “Kiss me again, Donald!”

She was floating in love when they arrived at the restaurant.  A young lady came to take their order. Her name was pinned on her pinafore: Leila. She was a shapely little thing with good sized breasts, and a smile bright enough to put sun glasses on. “What will it be?”

Sue ordered a full plate of food. Donald was smiling at her on top of a half a sandwich. “Tell me about yourself”, he asked her after she had gulped half of her dinner.

“I don’t have my head screwed on. I just want to enjoy this, and postpone my autobiography for a later time, would you mind?“ Donald laughed.

“So, I hug you just as my little mermaid for tonight only.”

Sue almost choked. “Oh no, not at all. There is tomorrow night and the night after that one too.” She giggled.

After some time, Leila came with the tab which Donald paid promptly. The top of her pinafore was unbuttoned down to her mini-bra that revealed almost all her cleavage. “I wanted to ask you something,” she said bending over the table.

“Please!”

“Are you friends with Charlie and Debbie?” Donald took on himself to answer the question, although it was Sue who appeared more into latex.

“Charlie is an old university friend of mine”, he answered her with a smile.

“Neat! I live just five houses away from them, across the street. Debbie and I play in latex quite often. In fact, I’ll be done here in fifteen minutes. I shall give her a call when I get home. OK?”

“Are you coming alone or with someone?” Sue just thought of asking.

“As a matter of fact, I live with two other girlfriends who are experienced in rubber. They might want to join in. But it is up to Charlie to decide.”
Leila turned on her heels and walked away swinging her hips.

As they rose from the table, Sue spoke into the Donald’s ear, “Tonight, I only am yours, remember!” Donald smiled back at her and held the door. They walked back to the house in the pouring rain. No sooner inside, Donald went to the phone and lifted it off the hook. Sue could have died with love and relief. Donald hung the dripping coats in the bathroom and wiped them somewhat dry.

The sofa had been opened and the bed made. To Sue’s surprise, it all was in… latex. The sheets, the covering, the pillows, everything encased in latex. She giggled softly not wanting to wake Debbie up whom she thought was asleep. She raised her arms up for Donald to take her dress off. There, all perked up in her transparent underwear, she turned around, her hands feverishly grabbed at the zip of his suit and opened it all the way to the back. When passing in his crotch, she made sure to go slowly and to feel what was there. “You have been sweating; what about a quick shower? Let’s take it together, would you mind?”

He led the way, undressed his latex underwear, and invited her in the stall once the water was warm. She found a shower cap, shed her underwear and joined him. His hands already full of soap scrubbed her gently and softly, all in the right places, but with kindness. ”You may think I am a strange guy. I made a promise to myself. I shall have sexual relations with my wife only. I have no objection to hug and caress you, and you me. But these are my limits.”

Sue was immensely relieved. “To be honest, after what Debbie put me through, I could not possibly satisfy a sexual need in a man tonight. I have had I don’t know how many orgasms, and that part of me is shut down for repairs. Thank you, Donald. You are one of a kind, and I have the deepest respect for you… and much more.” She added the last three words very softly. After towelling each other dry, they put talcum powder all over their skin and donned their underwear again.

Cautiously, he opened the bed and slid in it. “Man, it is cold! Wait a moment; let me warm it up, and then you can get in. If we are cold after a while, we will need our suits on. Yours has been washed and stretched in the bathroom. It must be dry now.”

She was looking at him, dying to lay on top of that powerful chest. She was moved by his thoughtfulness.

“It’s okay now. You can come in.” He moved to the other side of the bed. In two seconds she was curling against him. “Hold me, hold me tight, please, PLEASE!” She wanted to be crushed against his muscular body. She squirmed herself against him. No position was close enough. Finally, Donald wrapped the top bed sheet around her and him, just like in a sack. “Now that’s good”, she murmured. A minute later she was asleep in total abandonment.

Donald was not a fool to let his feelings run away with himself. Yes, he wanted to know Sue, her family, her background and give it much thought, seek counsel, go through all the hoops. His heart was touched by her, her predicament, the sweetness of her personality, her dependence, her sincerity. She also was a stunning brunette with shapes to turn heads on any beach. But all these things are not life’s foundations, they only are indications, open windows; they open little peep holes to the inside of the heart. He was afraid of bruising her with a premature attachment he felt might not be the one for the happiness of both of them. It was barely two hours they had met. In fact, he had been sort of setup by Charlie, just as Sue by Debbie. Big mistakes are made when commitments are made too soon. Mr. Reasonable, as he was called by others sometimes, was well aware of his assets and others’ life messes.

During sleep, life goes on in the strangest of ways. In the wee hours of the morning, Sue felt the urge to pee, and she did not know what it was that was disturbing her so much. Her mind was so filled with dildos, penis’, and latex, that her auto pilot led her hands into Donald’s latex underwear, a solid black piece of latex. To her surprise she found his penis aroused to the maximum; precum had lubricated the inside of his pants already, and she could feel that it would not take much for him to reach orgasm. So she moved her belly against him and started to rotate very slowly. She could feel his member so well. His breathing went a little faster, but he remained fast asleep. Sue, awake now, went on very slowly, gently, changing the pressure; she knew that she could get him there. She pressed her breasts against his chest. It was really wonderfully sexy, wrapped in these latex sheets. Were it to last the balance of the night, she would keep it up. She became randy as well.

After a few minutes of tender loving “belly care”, Donald moaned and turned from his side to lay on his back. In a second Sue was on top of him grinding her hips on his engorged penis. He could not resist her and came violently. She grabbed the other pillow and smothered his face in rubber making sure not to choke him to death. She was kissing and biting him all over. She straddled him, slid down his pants, grabbed his penis all gooey with cum and put it all in her mouth, hungrily. She did not care what happened to her face, her hair, herself. She wanted all of him, all of “this”. In no time he was hard again, and Sue did not spare any effort to have him cum again until she had sucked his brains out. Exhausted, she curled there between his legs.

Suddenly she felt two strong hands grabbing her thighs, lift her pelvis up and lower it at level with his mouth. She opened her legs to make it easy for him. He started to lick her labia, her sweet hole. Every move unravelled her a little more. She knew her juices were coming through. He peeled off her panties and continued. He kissed her and sucked her tender tissues between his teeth and with his tongue would stimulate them till she became completely unglued. She knew then that he would bring her over and over again. His tongue would visit deep into her vagina, and then up to her clitoris, and back down into her tunnel. He was awesome. With his hands he would hold her breasts, torture her nipples. From time to time he would run his fingers down her back, her sides in particular. She could hardly keep from screaming.

They played for a long long time. Then one at a time went to clean up in the bathroom once more. They went back into the bed after putting a fresh coat of talcum powder on the sheet. She wanted nothing else but lay there next to him. She could have stayed there forever. Not only was she now totally nude, but the latex impressed and multiplied the feeling of her nudity continuously. Never before had she felt so deeply erotic. Fortunately, the day was a Saturday, and she was not working on that day. Her hand wondered over his chest, his belly. Already three times had she tried to lay hold of his penis, but he was not willing to let her do so. They both went back to sleep until an irresistible smell of coffee organized their brains at long last. But they were in no mood to get up. In fact Debbie and Charlie were wallowing in the shower while the coffee pot percolated; Debbie’s giggles could be heard everywhere.

“Let’s sleep some more” murmured Donald.

“I agree!”

They pulled the latex covers up to their neck, rolled against one another and dozed on. Neither of them had any strength left and the latex felt sooooooo good. It was a little damp, but not enough to stick. It smelled … well, rubber, of course, but in addition of that special fragrance of sexually satisfied people, the intimacy of bodies that are fusing well. It was better than coffee, much better. So, when Charlie and Debbie declared the bathroom free, there was not a motion to be seen, no response.

“They must be exhausted, “ commented Debbie.

“We’ll see later on,” smiled Charlie.

There was no stopping with the rain. In spite of it, Charlie and Debbie, now dressed in latex, of course, put on their latex coat and cape, their boots and went for their morning walk with their neighbour’s dog, as she could no longer walk with her dog, but she kept that animal for companionship.

“If you go to the bathroom, would you mind putting the telephone on the hook again?” suggested Donald. Just the mention of going to the bathroom made Sue aware how bad she had to go. Tearing herself out of the protective heat of Donald and of the rubber womb she now felt so much at home with, stark naked, she lumbered clumsily to the facilities and from there to the kitchen. By that time she was awake, and the aroma of the coffee was so inviting that she poured two cups.

“How do you take yours?” she yelled while attending the phone.

He was sitting in the bed, and she sat on his lap her head against his shoulder. Sipping coffee, after a while he asked, “What are your plans for today?”

She did not answer right away. Sue knew now that if they stayed here, in one phone call Debbie could bring in the reinforcement of an army of girls and submit Charlie and Donald into a bondage session that might last the whole day. She was in no mood for sharing him and four new latex friends at this time. Debbie was the kind of girl who at any time could connect to others, but it was superficial. Friends were coming and going all the time in her life. She remembered all of them; her memory was amazing. Debbie had a lot of charisma and persuasion, but it never was deep; it never lasted, especially when she was to make an effort to get out of her bubble. Not so with Charlie, however. She never gave herself to any. She kept all of it inside, or did she. Sue wondered if even Charlie was in Debbie’s heart. Debbie was a stunning blonde, and her physical assets unlocked the doors to most people, but when one came to know her a bit, it went only skin deep. Yet, she obtained lots of information that way and did use it to her advantage.

“Nothing in this house! Let’s get dressed and get out of here. The dog walk is taking much too long, I feel, and I don’t want to be part of their new plans.”

“OK then; we shall leave a note thanking them for the night.”

Promptly they got dressed. Sue found her clothes in the dryer. They folded the bed sheets, rearranged the sofa, left all that latex bedding there in a neat pile. Sue scribbled a quick note explaining their leaving. They quickly went out to the car and drove off to a breakfast place a few miles away.

Watching the wet pavement, Sue wondered if Donald was into rubber also. She decided to pick the right time to ask that question. She also realized that latex was completely new to her. But she never had imagined the hunger of her sensuality which latex had come to arouse and satisfy in that single night. She had done so many things with Don, that she had never dreamed about. Where did all this come from ?
 
She soon would find out how much latex had become a part of her sexuality. Yet, Sue was broke, and her small job would never allow her to afford these clothes.

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15.07.07