Chapter 3: The Strangest Season

The text message confirmed what she had already guessed. Alex was going to be late. Really late, if she had understood things right. It was all over the news. Planes all over central Europe were delayed due to some terror threat again, and instead of waiting to see if the skies eventually would clear Alex had decided to go by train from Geneva to London. Not a bad idea, if only she had been lucky enough to catch one of the TGV:s, which she of course had not. It always seemed like the French had trouble keeping good ideas working in the long run, and now Niamh didn’t care if it was a strike or a glitch somewhere, what it meant was that she was going to have to spend most of the weekend alone.

She sighed and went back to the news again. Nibbling away on a bowl of suspicious eco-fancy snacks, she wondered if it was worth sulking in front of the telly much longer. It was no use trying to head back to Manchester for a night out. There really wasn’t anyone she could call- she didn’t feel like it either- but she couldn’t stand just sitting here waiting for the opportunity to flick the nutty bits she didn’t like at the weather tart.

Something was stirring within her, and she felt annoyed at her clockwork libido not paying enough attention to the fact that she wanted to put it on hold until later. Her undies cleaved to her groin, and she was for some mysterious reason salivating immensely. The dried fruit dissolved like paper in her mouth.

Niamh deliberated shortly on doing something about it right away. It would be easy enough to unbutton her pants and pull a quick one, but there would be something really unsatisfying about that. She thought about that  movie, whatever it was called she’d forgotten by now, and the woman in it eating cornflakes in front of the telly-naked- and then touching herself in a rather desperate way. It was the first time ever she had seen a woman masturbate for real, as it appeared, on film. It got her really fired up until the point when the woman climaxed and burst into tears out of sheer loneliness. So sad. She had fantasized about being there for her many times after that, in a sombre black-and-white fashion, just to comfort her. No sex. It was no use trying to focus on the pale flesh shuddering in the flickering light or the hoarse groans. That moment was lost.

Niamh bit her knuckles and got up from the sofa. She had to get that picture out of her head right now, and she thought she knew how to get it done. The key to the garret was in the top left drawer in Alex’ desk.

* * *

Niamh didn’t exactly know why she came up with the idea of doing this, and she wasn’t sure why she was acting like a cat burglar, sneaking up the stairs without turning on the lights. It was all a bit silly, but she kept moving anyway. Once Niamh had entered the room, she pushed the door shut very gently and flipped the light switch to the left which lit only the spotlights randomly placed upon the beams. Her heart still kept a steady, slightly elevated pace as she went through the options.

Most of the stuff had, as Alex had said to her, already been moved to a safer place. The large rack and the cupboard still seemed untouched, though. Niamh removed the plastic cover and ran her fingers over the cool surface of the garments hanging there, but street wear wasn’t really was she was looking for tonight. She lingered for a moment at the breeches, imagining Alex’ bum moving inside them, and stroked one of the sheer blouses just for the feel of it.

The trick was to find something that would fit her. To pick out something she could make a nice ensemble out of. She wanted to get fully dressed from head to toe in something snug-fitting, sinfully shiny black, but every item including the impressive two-piece suit she couldn’t find here would be at least four sizes too large for her. Even if that suit was like grafted on Alex, it would look like a pyjama on her.

Inside the cupboard Niamh discovered a number of small plastic bags neatly sorted and placed on top of a couple of folded up pieces of clothing on a shelf to the left. Sifting through them, she found a pair of thick stockings looking more like socks which she dropped to the floor. They could be useful. A pair of elbow-length gloves, apparently stored here for some time since they were grey with talc, was the next choice. She tried them on without pulling them further up than her wrist just to see if they would fit, and continued going through the parcels.

An open-faced mask caught her interest, and when she pulled it out of the bag something else landed on the shelf in front of her. Another mask, this one made from slightly heavier see-through latex. It was smaller and had apertures for the eyes and nostrils, and over the mouth was a moulded sheath piece that revealed what the purpose of it really was. Niamh felt a slight sting in her chest. She wondered who had been wearing this while giving head to Alex. Sniffing inside it, she tried to make out a trace, but there was nothing but the musty smell of rubber kept inside a bag for a long time. Her sharp sense of smell confirmed that it had served its purpose, though, when she brought the sheath to her nose and the scent of woman rose from it.

How silly to get all worked up over this, she thought. Anyway, feeling jealous made her more relaxed about cheating on Alex by doing this. She sat on her haunches, biting her lip. Carefully, she withdrew the garment from underneath the parcels and unfolded it... and there it was.

Suddenly, she recalled what Alex had been going on about, dressing up in an old suit of hers. Here it was, recently cleaned and still shiny, slick and black. The catsuit flapped out when she got to her feet, and Niamh instantly knew this would fit nicely. She clicked her tongue contentedly, holding it next to her while swirling around a bit. Boom! Brilliant.

The right door of the cupboard swung open with a dry creak when she shifted her feet on the wooden floor. It occurred to her that she hadn’t even looked in there yet, and she flung the suit over a covered piece of furniture to dive in. There was plenty of time to play, and this was almost as much fun.

She hadn’t really anticipated anything exciting in there, but what she saw dangling from a pair of hooks mounted on the back board made her jump.

‘Jesus.’

Niamh raised a clenched fist to her mouth, stifling a mad giggle.

She actually should have guessed that Alex still had quite a few surprises for her, but she had never expected to run across any of them like this. Well, perhaps she did anyway, this was after all a good way to find out about stuff before it hit her in the head.

The two gasmasks staring back at her triggered her imagination to set off like a rocket. She had seen both types before somewhere, one of them she was sure about. A standard Israeli civilian mask she had seen being handed out to pale English kids on a kibbutz, and a strange, strapless thing in a fading shade of black. There were various tubing as well.

Niamh knew what they could be used for. The bag. Of course. Yeah, they were surely part of the whole dressing-up business and all that, but the odds were on that Alex used them to play different games as well.

There just had to be more of this stuff hidden somewhere else, she thought, but it was no use looking for it now. Niamh snatched the Israeli mask and examined it intently, letting her mind race freely. It seemed OK to her, and she had to try it to see how it was to wear.

Pulling the straps to make it fit over her face wasn’t easy at first, but it was mostly because her fingers had grown numb with excitement. She discovered that it wasn’t at all as uncomfortable and restricting as she had expected, but rather easy to wear and breathe through. For a few seconds, she just looked around, peering through the lenses, listening to her breathing. Niamh immediately decided to add it to her loot. This was going to be something different. Really different. 

Having sorted out everything out, she headed for the large bathroom with the gear in one bag, and some toys and other useful stuff in another. She dressed quickly but carefully, lubing herself up quite generously before wiggling into the suit. The latex felt a little brittle and thin, but there were no pinpoint holes or rips anywhere on it. It slid on without problem, enveloping her in a warm embrace. When Niamh pulled the front zip up to her chin, she glanced at herself in the mirror. It was nearly a perfect fit, perhaps a bit long, but it looked as good as it felt. Oh fuck, she thought as she could see how much all this had turned her on. Her cheeks were crimson, and there was a strange look in her eyes. She couldn’t help but touching herself a little, but resisted the notion to keep going all the way.

Massaging herself just enough to keep the flame alive, she donned the gloves and socks and pulled the mask over her head, leaving it down round her neck as she tucked it into the suit. The tiny drops of silicone oil she sponged over herself felt chilly through the rubber, and this only heightened the tension within her. She was already sopping wet down below, and the zip pressed onto her most sensible parts as she moved around. This was something she definitely would do again, no question about that. 

Staring wildly into the mirror, she folded the mask up and strapped on the gasmask. Now she was ready.

* * *

Silently heading downstairs mincing on her toes, she stopped in front of the large Victorian mirror in the hall and had a quick glance at herself.  Her reflection looked even more strange out here in the dusky hall, almost insect-like, but deeply appealing. The oily black rubber flattered her figure and glistened almost ominously in the gloom, moving over her skin with a gentle, frictionless squeeze. The only thing that seemed out of place was the blue carrier bag with the Lancôme logo in her left hand. Or perhaps not, she thought.

Niamh had already worked out what she was going to do next. She sneaked into the study where Alex kept her laptop. She arranged a little scene by the desk, fixed some reasonable lighting and rummaged through the bottom drawers to find the little webcam Alex never had got the hang of how to use.

 Both the PowerBook and the camera weren’t exactly the cheapest stuff you could buy, so chances were good that this little prank would turn out to be a good one, if she got it right. It took some finicking before she could plug in the camera and start up the program. The gloves didn’t make it any easier, but within a few minutes an image of her belly showed up on the screen.

‘Yes.’

Niamh smiled at how her voice sounded through the mask, as she quickly plugged in the two toys of choice for this little session. A little sweat trickled down her back. It was getting a bit hot inside the suit, and she was panting with anticipation already. This had better go down the way she wanted, or else she would be really cranky.

She gently placed herself in the chair, waving hello to the camera. The image on the screen confirmed that it caught her from her head down to her shins, which was perfect. She sighed wheezily, trying to slow herself down a bit. Then she began stroking herself gently, letting her gloved fingers brush aimlessly all over her. At this moment, there was no problem shushing the inner voice telling her she was really going off her head. 

Niamh felt her mouth grow dry. It was difficult to hold back already. All she could hear was her own heart beating heavily, her ragged breathing through the mask and the faint creaks and snaps from yielding rubber. With her left hand firmly massaging her crotch, she gripped the magic wand placed next to the chair with the other, switched in on and aimed it straight to the point in a single move.

She moaned with delighted surprise at the first touch. The vibrations felt much smoother through the thin latex than she had expected. The suit dampened and distributed them evenly all over her lower body, like a pleasurable tickle. Very nice.

Sagging slightly, closing her eyes, she worked the head from side to side. It was like having eiderdown tickling the inside of her tummy, and she tittered amusedly. This was pure therapy to her. No rush to get things over with yet. The wand hummed soothingly, and with just a slight twist she could let it roll over her mons over and over again to feel the waves of vibration gradually heightening her arousal. Niamh let her free hand touch the inlet of the gasmask, inhaling the scent of her glove. She grinned behind the mask, imagining what fun she could have with Alex and all this stuff.

 This is wicked. she told herself, squinting at the screen. The image was amazingly detailed, showing her every move. Niamh carefully pressed the wand harder against her swollen sex, holding it still until she started to twitch a little, then moving it slightly up and down along the crotch zip.

Another little pleasant surprise was how being totally rubberized made her lose any inhibitions she might have had about making noises. Puffing and groaning like never before, working the wand faster, she recalled the image of Alex enjoying her ordeal with the damn thing strapped to her thigh. That face would haunt her for a really long time.

Niamh had to slow things down again. Already, tiny flares were cutting through the fluff deep inside her, and she began to tense up really bad. Her heart thumped hard enough to make her chest move with every beat. Allowing herself to enjoy a brief moment of almost coming and then turning the vibrator off only added a little zest without spoiling the fun.

The creaking sounds from the suit and the chair when she leaned over to pick up the rest of what was lying on the floor were almost deafening, despite the hood covering her ears. Every sense on full alert now.

Eyeing her own image on the screen again, she fitted with uncertain fingers the corrugated tube nicked from the cupboard to the inlet of the gasmask, and let it hang down her left side. Then, she carefully unzipped her crotch, and shuddered a little when the cool air touched her flesh. The reddish pink of her cunt peeping out looked like a gash in the black skin, and she prodded the labia gently with her fingers, spreading them. Her right hand found the eroscillator, and after a little bit of fumbling it whirred silently, like a stealth weapon.

The exposure of her tumid sex to the rod was not entirely pleasant at first. It burned slightly, but Niamh let it dance around a bit without pressing on too hard. Instead, she started fooling around with the tube dangling from her mask. She took off some of the stuff she had seen somewhere and guided the nozzle to her crotch, inhaling her own scent. It wasn’t that exciting- about as delightful as sniffing her own underpants- but the swirl of cool air around her turgid clit felt all right.

Whisking the eroscillator lazily up and down, she moved the nozzle up to her left breast. With a slight sucking sound, it stuck to the suit. Niamh suddenly felt the mask tighten around her face as she tried to inhale.

She let go of the nozzle and drew her breath. This was getting really promising, she thought. After a split second’s deliberation, Niamh decided it would be quite safe to try it for real. Should she panic or faint, it would work like a dead man’s handle.

Deliberately, she began breathing really deeply, causing her heart to begin working even faster. It just might be dangerous to hyperventilate, but she had no intention of bailing out until she had tried this good and proper.

Without any further hesitation, Niamh shut off the air. Instead of holding her breath she tried to keep up a steady rhythm, exhaling a little each time she made an attempt to breathe normally. It worked, but she was a little surprised that nothing really happened.

She lost count of the seconds almost instantly. It was no use keeping track of how long she would cope without letting go anyway, when her whole being seemed to focus on the breathing. Even the pleasant buzzing between her legs faded away. A sudden, sticky feeling of being choked made her release the tube again. Niamh panted heavily, swearing under her breath. 

The fresh air cleared her head and suddenly it was like some switch inside her had been flipped. Now, the toy between her legs made her acutely aware of how effective it was.  She pressed it against her sex, feebly whinging.

Again, Niamh blocked the tube, determined to hold on this time. Now, it felt much easier to stay in control. The mask squeezed her face so that she couldn’t really open her eyes, and the lenses started to fog up quickly, but there were no unpleasant sensations that forced her to let go. Instead, she was amazed by how good it started to feel. This was something that really appealed to the naughtier bit of her mind that ran the show single-handedly at this moment.

Woozy with delight, she allowed herself a few breaths before sealing the inlet, just to be able to retain the floating sensation a bit longer. Now, she knew she wasn’t far away from coming. She pictured Alex in front of her, grinning like a wolf, sticking her thumb into the nozzle while ramming her relentlessly with a strap-on.

With no escape hatch left to use, Niamh tried to make the most of the inevitable climax that was welling up inside her really fast. The twitching, prickly sensation grew into what felt like a harsh outburst.

The tube clattered against the armrest as she was forced to let go of it, helplessly cramping. Instinctively, she tried to gulp in as much air as possible, but it was immediately strained out again in brief, loud grunts.

It wasn’t a very nice orgasm. Her body reacted too violently, too fast, which left her shuddering in the chair as the eroscillator landed on the rug, where it rolled away propelled by its own vibrations.

‘Oh, shit. Shit...’ Niamh moaned, all jittery and short of breath. Her chest felt heavy, nearly compressed, and her limbs were numb with the tension.

Her only option now was to keep going. Only slower, more gently. She had to find a way to land without crashing. A bit clumsily, she slipped her fingers between her throbbing labia and began soothing herself the way she knew best.

Slowly cooling down, Niamh came to her senses again. She found a comfortable pace, and almost immediately she began feeling much better. This wasn’t too bad. Now, she’d more or less got the hang of how to do it. A bit more practice, and... Wow.

Even though the gasmask felt a bit clammy now, she kept it on. The way the catsuit hugged her, the way her rubbered fingers felt to her clit- it all came together in a scrummy, erotic way. She would probably never get turned on by watching herself masturbate like she normally did, but this! It was the mirror thing again, knowing that there would be another pair of eyes looking- and the rubber as well. Oh, Jesus, this was good. She wasn’t going to quit experimenting now, that was for sure. 

Very dirty. Niamh mused. Naughty, naughty girl. She pinched herself lightly, trying to conjure up more scenarios she would love to make real. It was amazing how her imagination went totally wild when she got this horny, and stuff kept in the far corners of her mind flickered past. There was a big kaleidoscope full of fun stuff, but the smell, sound and crystal clear image of Alex appeared to frame it all.

Oh. Oh, now...

A peculiar, swirling orgasm caught her by surprise. A mild but merciless, pulsating eddy that seemed to last unusually long. Gratefully, Niamh just breathed. Deep, ragged breaths that made the valve flutter.

Silence followed, except from the whirring fan in the laptop and the evil toy still working its way across the rug. Now, she was at least able to relax a little. She didn’t know how long she had been at this, but decided she had enough for the little clip Alex was going to watch.

When? Well, she had to play it by heart. No use trying to flash it right after she’d come home, or something like that.

Niamh got to her feet, and managed to save the recording successfully on the novelty memory-stick she’d got from someone. Twenty-three minutes, she thought. Not half bad. She decided to check the quality, and randomly moved the index teddy bear to somewhere in the middle of the track.

It was quite good, lights and shadows, details and all. Niamh was a bit taken aback by herself glistening in the chair. It was like watching someone else, but at the same time... not.

She noticed that she had found the sequence where she started playing with the gasmask, and instead of shutting down, she kept on watching. It was weird to look at herself getting closer to orgasm, nearly suffocating, and enjoying it. And the sounds... It aroused her, and her fingers slithered closer to her sex again.

Niamh could help but wondering exactly how much of a narcissist it took to do this. She was actually masturbating to herself, masturbating on screen- but she couldn’t resist. There was that special moment she wanted to bring back, if only for a second.

With a little help from the eroscillator, she came again standing in front of the screen, her knees trembling with exertion. It felt like a necessary purge, and she snapped back to reality in a wink. Tidying up took only a few minutes, and she left the room the way it was when she arrived. Not too good to raise suspicion too soon.

* * *

Niamh ruffled her hair with her gloved hand, ambling about in the hall. Her whole head felt like a soaked cat, and she thought she’d look about that battered if she glanced in a mirror now, so she didn’t.

Swinging the gasmask like another nifty accessory, she felt good just walking around the house doing nothing in particular. All the toys were cleaned and hidden away, but Niamh wasn’t in any hurry about undressing and call it a night. Not yet. Getting the sticky stains off the chair had made her a little bit sweatier- and now she was being careful not to leave any wet traces on the floor as well- but the suit still felt great on her. The stretchy, squeezy sensation was really relaxing, and the smell was beyond description. Tactile aroma therapy, she thought. Not bad.

The downstairs phone purred, and Niamh was a bit startled. She checked the display and picked up the receiver. Alex calling from her mobile.

‘De Vries residence, her secretary speaking.’

‘And a good evening to you too, little devil.’

Niamh caught the cheerful tone in her voice over the background fuzz. Alex was in a good mood.

‘Look, I’ll get back really early tomorrow morning. Sooner than I first thought. Feel like making breakfast?’

‘Of course.’ Niamh sighed to herself. ‘What time, d’you think?’

‘About six, six-thirty. Everything all right back home?’

‘Yeah.’ Pretty fucking all right, thank you. Can hardly stand up straight.

There was a brief silence in the other end as Niamh stretched, making the rubber rustle quite loudly.

‘Niamh?’

‘M-hm?’ Oh-oh. Busted already?

‘Oh, nothing.’ Pull the other one...’I hope you don’t find it too boring to sit there all by yourself...’

‘Don’t worry.’ I’ve masturbated to orgasm three times wearing your rubber gear, tried solo breathplay, nearly pissed myself...

‘We’ll chat more later, dear.’ Should think so, yes. I reckon you suspect something. Well, do so. ‘Sleep tight- and put the coffee on, will you, please.’

‘Will do.’ And now I think I’ll nip into the shower and give myself a fourth thinking of you.

‘Bye, then.’

‘Bye.’

* * *

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