Chapter 4: Festival

It was a perfect Saturday to do absolutely nothing. There were still books she hadn’t managed to get through, and the deck chair was already in place in the arbour. Even the wasps nesting among the leaves had been properly disposed of by a local daredevil paid to keep the garden neat when Alex didn’t have the time for it.

The only snag was that Niamh didn’t feel like relaxing at all. It was near that time of month when her system got her all revved up over nothing, and today seemed to become one of those worse days before everything settled. She felt like cleaning the whole house all by herself, and then give herself a complete rub-down to get rid of the gritty feeling on her skin that was about to drive her insane. On top of that, her appetite for Alex was disturbingly nagging.

Eventually, she would be home to take care of that little problem, but Niamh didn’t want to have to beg for it if Alex would be too fagged out. Then, it wouldn’t really be anything worth waiting for. If she didn’t get to give anything in return, half the pleasure was lost. Very strange, but that’s how it felt. Now, Niamh wanted to play.  

* * *

The food was waiting for Alex when she arrived home, and so was Niamh, halfway through totally messing up a crossword when she heard the Mercedes outside. No gunning of the engine, no hurried steps or slamming the doors, Niamh thought. That was at least promising. Now, the odds seemed slightly better for her. She scrapped the scrawled paper and emptied her glass of half-tasteless juice. Don’t jump her. Give her time.

It surprised her a bit to feel the pleasant electricity in the air even before their eyes met. That was something new and exciting, and she wondered what lay behind that.

Alex appeared in the doorway with an incongruous smile on her face.

‘Sorry if I kept you waiting.’

‘You’re early. Did your day feel that long?’

Niamh followed her with her gaze as she stealthily tiptoed on her stockinged feet around the table. There was definitely something to watch out for here.

‘Let’s just say I’m looking forward to a really long night, kid...’

* * *

Niamh had never seen so many props being conjured up during a single session before, and her mind started racing at the thought of them all being used on her. Alex was really going in for it tonight. Into the bargain, she had obviously decided it was best to not use either of the bedrooms they normally made use of when it was time to get serious. She was now energetically staging the former laundry room in the basement, below the stairs near the service entrance.

It hadn’t been used for quite some time, Niamh thought. She noticed the faded white tiles covering the floor and half-way up the wall, and the sickly limey green damp proof paint which seemed to be a sordid remnant from the early seventies, and the slightly frowzy smell. There was an old and quite odd-looking metal framed chair with arms, now being duly prepared for later, but not much else. Two cobbler lampshades hanging from the ceiling gave a bleak light, and revealed that there had been some impressive machinery in the room that had left marks on the floor. There were still fully functional water pipes running along the walls. An ancient mixer tap with a red, long rubber garden hose coiled up next to it looked somewhat threatening.

‘Upstairs.’

Alex motioned to her. It was time to get ready.

Inside the downstairs scullery, various interesting items were already laid out ready to be used. Niamh wondered how Alex had managed to work so fast. This could mean nasty surprises, if she proved to be equally energetic later on. Ouch.

‘Strip, dear. You go first.’

This wasn’t the time to stall, and Niamh began undressing without a single comment. It was a bit chilly in the scullery, and she shuddered slightly when only her underwear remained.

Alex came close and sniffed her shoulder, then her hair.

‘Hmm. Yes. Must be your pheromones that are setting me off.’

‘Can you smell something on me?’

‘No. Not really.’ Alex chuckled. ‘Oh, you smell... delicious, don’t you worry about that. But I think we’re getting... Yes, synchronized is the word for it.’  

Niamh looked a little surprised.

‘Come on; I’m not drying up yet, sweetie. Not yet.’

There was a silent mumble from Niamh as she kicked away her briefs. Alex ran a warm finger down the length of her naked back, humming contentedly behind her.

‘You have a mind of a teenager, you little cheek. Now, dear, how about some lube?’

The things Alex had chosen for her to wear didn’t come as a really big surprise. It was her way of telling that she had been watching the little dirty movie more than just once. What was different was the slithery slickness of the old catsuit, the hood, gauntlets and socks. Everything slid on with the touch of a huge, wet tongue; easier than she’d ever expected. And the sheen in the fluorescent light was nothing short of baffling.

Niamh stood still, admiring herself. Alex rested her back against the old sink with an inscrutable look in her face.  

‘There we go. It looks really good on you, that.’

‘What have you done to it?’

‘Pure silicone oil, dear. A tad more viscous than the usual stuff. I happened to find some almost free of charge, and no, don’t ask. You know it comes in really handy sometimes.’

‘So smooth...’

‘You make a perfect baby seal, sweetie. Pull the hood up now. We’re not finished yet.’

Alex produced the familiar gasmask and played with it a little. It appeared to have been treated with the same stuff.

‘Your choice, I believe. Shall we strap it on?’

Helping Alex to get properly kitted out proved to be a whole lot easier than Niamh had expected, even in full gear with extremely slippery fingers. She had settled for modest things; nice sandals, black opera gloves and a t-top catsuit in a mysterious green-black shade Niamh hadn’t seen before.

‘One of my most recent purchases. Do you like it?’

‘Yeah.’

Alex smirked at her muffled voice, turning around to face her. She slowly pulled the gloves up herself.

‘I skipped the corset. Too much fuss right now.’

Niamh peered through the lenses, trying to read Alex’ face.

‘It’s a bit unfair that you don’t have almost anything of your own to wear...’ Snap. The gloves were meticulously smoothed out. ‘We’ll have to see to that, dear.’

‘You shouldn’t...’

‘Oh, stop it. I’m not being lavish. I’m spending wisely, I think... And besides, I won’t even come close to what other rueful women-or men, just think of it- spend on their spoiled excuses for lovers just to feel that they...’

‘Own them?’

‘What?’ Alex laughed. ‘Maybe, yes, but please don’t think that’s my agenda.’

She slapped Niamh hard on her left buttock.

‘It’s because I want to have a little fun. And, I think, considering your little adventures with my gear, you wouldn’t disagree.’

Niamh hesitated for a short moment, and shook her head. She clearly remembered that look now, from the moment Alex had asked... demanded to see what had happened that night together with her. The first minutes of viewing were a nightmare, since Niamh had expected a good deal of slapping and lecturing. But then, oh, there had been a lecture all right- but a rather nice and balanced one after the movie had been played both backward and forward with quite a few pause stills. Alex was really pleased with her audacity and adventurousness- she had said it was stirring her up in a good way- but less pleased with her taking certain unnecessary risks. Never ever push your limits if you don’t know where they are were the exact words. Then, Niamh had been complimented for her care with the safety release.

‘You’re really, really nutty.’ Niamh breathed.

‘Agreed. Shall we proceed?’

Six minutes later, Niamh was firmly secured by hands and feet in the armchair with what she felt were real straps. Flexible, but tough; not like the thin plastic ones she still didn’t like very much. These didn’t chafe, but put a lot of pressure around her wrists and ankles.

Alex seemed to enjoy just looking at her for a long while, standing with her arms crossed against the wall. Her new suit seemed to devour the light, reflecting only small portions of it. The dewy black contrasted heavily against the whitish tiles, giving her a ghostly appearance. Niamh tried to grind herself against the seat to achieve some sort of stimulation, only to tell her body that something was coming to get things done. It didn’t do much good, but she couldn’t stop once she had started. It tickled like hell. Already, her breathing was forcedly regular and deep, like a mantra.

‘You know...’ Alex moved silently over the floor and let her fingers lazily trace the outline of the gasmask. She paused near the inlet, and continued down towards Niamh’s heaving chest. ‘I haven’t really thought of setting something up in this room before. Thanks for the idea.’

‘Hmph.’

Two gloved hands began massaging her shoulders from behind, quite gently. Alex’ breath chilled her left ear under the hood.

‘If I only could understand what makes you push your luck over and over again.’

What? Niamh sniffed, and then winced at the fingers tightening their grip. It wasn’t a very good idea to argue right now, obviously.

‘I have said, more than just once, that I don’t mind that you can’t keep from masturbating when I’m not here even if I sometimes feel a bit left out, because you enjoy it so much. Don’t you now?’

Her hands made a full stop at Niamh’s neck.

‘Say it, dear.’

‘I love to... do it.’ Niamh groaned, and Alex released her grip a bit.

‘And it’s quite charming of you to record it as well, and have the good taste of getting fully enclosed to put on a really good show. You seemed to enjoy that.’

‘Mhm.’

‘My fault for telling you how nice it felt.’

Alex moved silently, and swept around the chair placing herself in front of Niamh. She pulled her chin up gently with a finger.

‘What worried me a bit was that you attempted to try something dangerous without supervision. That was a really bad move.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Not as sorry as I would have been if things had gone wrong.’

For a short moment, Niamh forgot about herself and stopped wriggling. She actually felt a tiny pang of remorse for being a bit too zealous, all because of that sudden motherly look and tone of voice. And I keep losing this mind-game every single fucking time. But she’s serious. That’s concern.

Nimble fingers began searching her again, and she squirmed at their touch. Alex didn’t waste too much time doing nothing but talking. Niamh tittered at the funny feeling when the gloved fingertips caught her outer skin and then released, but bit down as Alex let them slide over her lower belly.

‘And that’s why I’ll try to teach you how I like it to be done.’

There was a slight clatter behind the chair as Alex sifted the stuff laid out for the occasion. Niamh didn’t see anything at first, and didn’t dare to guess what was going to happen. Then, a little disappointed, she noticed that there were no toys in the pipeline for now. Alex was holding the tube Niamh recognized quite well, and something that looked like a deflated, black rugby ball.

‘See this?’ Alex flipped the bladder back and forth a few times. ‘This goes on the other end. Please lend me your face now, dear.’

She quickly attached the tube to the mask inlet, and wrung the flaccid thing onto the other nozzle. Niamh noticed how the air became considerably restricted by it, and she drew deeper for breath. She saw the outline of a tiny pipe running through the bladder when Alex held it up in front of her.

‘Still nice and snug?’ she husked.

Niamh nodded. The whistling sound from her laboured breathing increased as she felt her excitement growing. She tried to stay focused.

‘Sometimes it’s really enough to have to struggle just a little bit. In a minute, you’ll feel softened up. And then...’ Alex daintily pushed a little plug into the hole on the other end of the bladder. The whistle waned to a sharp wheeze, and Niamh gripped the armrests when she suddenly was very short of air.

‘Then, I get busy.’

Alex took a few steps back to watch Niamh’s reaction.

‘You look so sweet in that ensemble.’ she laughed. ‘It’s really you, if you know what I mean.’

Oh, yeah; thanks for that. Niamh slumped in the seat. It was no use wasting too much energy on getting worked up. She could still breathe, and if she distended her belly it felt a bit easier. But she was getting really warm now, and Alex wasn’t going to rush things.

‘Would you like me to leave you there for a while?’

‘Nnnh!’

‘You get enough air to stay conscious, so why not? You’ll only get used to it better, dear.’

‘No.’ Niamh shook her head, panting. ‘Please.’

‘Of course, you can never know for certain how much you can take. It actually varies from time to time.’

Alex released the plug a little bit, and Niamh gratefully inhaled. This didn’t feel like too much fun, she thought. Not yet.

‘Here’s the point: Don’t push it if you’re not in control. Plastic bags are a real bugger in that way. You might faint before you feel anything’s wrong, and if you got a piece of elastic round your neck you’re gone in a matter of seconds.’

Niamh nodded. None of the interesting, tingly sensations had emerged yet. She only felt weak and vulnerable so far.

‘By the way, I would never risk anything by leaving you alone, sweetie.’

The bladder was pulled off the hose with a swift movement. The sudden flow of relatively fresh air filling her lungs went straight to Niamh’s head, making her giddy.

‘Enough of that. Let’s make you a bit more comfortable now.’

The first toy of choice being the beetle-like Lelo vibe Alex had kept for herself surprised Niamh, but it was a really delightful experience. It might have looked harmless enough, suitable for demure housewives, but in the palms of Alex’ wandering hands it was like pouring ants into the catsuit.

Niamh giggled madly, trying unsuccessfully to huddle herself up, frantic with the combined sensations of the massage, and Alex shone like a winter sun with delight. She continued brushing the vibe over Niamh’s body, deliberately leaving the most sensitive areas alone, until she decided it was time to move on. The Lelo was carefully placed on the seat a few inches away from Niamh’s crotch with the setting on low, and then she motioned to her to make eye contact as she sat down on her haunches in front of her.

‘Are you ready for the next step?’

Niamh noticed the slight tug at the breathing tube, and nodded. Her ragged breathing made funny, bleating noises through it now.

‘Let’s begin slowly, and see how far we can go. Step by step. Fifteen to start with...’

Niamh instinctively drew a deep breath.

The immediate awareness of the fact that she was now totally in the hands of Alex spawned a hollow feeling inside her. It was far worse than riding any fairground attraction, but still very, very arousing.

The first fifteen or so seconds were no match at all, and Alex allowed her plenty of time to recover. It only made her more apt to continue.

When Alex shut the inlet for the second time, Niamh stared right into the deep wells looking back at her. It was marvellous to see how they grew dark with malicious lust as she clasped the tube tight to her gloved palm.

Niamh missed having something to help her along. The Lelo between her parted legs was tantalizingly close, but yet out of reach for her to feel. Now, she tried to hold on by using the tricks she had come up with during her little solo trial run. Release a little, suck in, don’t hold it. It was beginning to feel difficult. Steam began to cloud the lenses, and it was hard not to fight her bonds.

‘Good.’

Alex let go of the nozzle, and Niamh instantly gulped in a lungful. This time, she was only allowed to breathe for only a short moment until the inlet was shut again. Niamh writhed, fighting the restraining feeling from the tight rubber.

‘Mggh!’

‘That was more than... half a minute. Interesting.’

Instead of trying her further, Alex switched to shorter intervals. This kept Niamh from relaxing too much, and she really could feel her pulse going through the roof now. Alex seemed to appreciate both the sight and sound of Niamh’s hissing attempts to get enough air, letting her leisured fingers caress herself a little.

‘Good girl. Let’s see if we’ve got something more for you now.’

She reached down and picked up the little vibe, still holding on to the tube. It came to whirring life in her right hand as she pressed the button, and she wiggled it in front of Niamh. 

‘It’s a bit of this you want, isn’t it?’

There was only a groan and a quick nod for answer. Alex peered at Niamh’s eyes through the lenses, smiling with the tip of her tongue playing in the corner of her mouth. Then, she slowly guided the vibe to her own belly, lazily circling her mons, only letting it hover over her sex. Niamh grunted loudly as she watched the latex between Alex’ legs change shape, curving around her swelling labia.

She tried to plead for it by looking intently at Alex, who shook her head, still smiling. The nozzle travelled up to her mouth, where she stuck her tongue deeply into it.

‘Ngrrh!’

‘Now, now.’

Alex pressed the nozzle to her mouth, feeding Niamh her exhale, only a little at a time. Moist, stale air smelling of strong coffee hit her nose, causing the already slightly misty lenses to steam up really bad. The more she tried to suck in, the less she got. She longed desperately for something to grind herself against now. It didn’t do her any good to watch the hazy contours of Alex happily swaying right in her face.

The sound of a zip and a slight laughter closely followed by an entirely different smell revealed that someone obviously thought it was hilarious to let her pull at some cunt while being denied serious pleasure. Niamh blinked. All right, it wasn’t that pungent. More rubbery than bodily intense, but still animal enough to make her snort a little. Then, she was able to see how much fun Alex was having, satisfying herself while plunging the nozzle deeply in between her thighs.

Please help me out of this. Now.

Alex kept fondling herself until she got bored with the Lelo. Instead of letting Niamh have a taste of it, she switched it off and tossed it onto the heap of suspicious stuff behind the chair. She pulled the crotch zip up with great care and leaned down over Niamh, leaving the tube hanging around her neck.

‘There. That’s better. Now, I wonder if you’re expecting a little reward for being so kind to let me play with you?’

Niamh puffed, giving another nod.

‘So you’ve had it, then? Kiss and make up, that’s it?’

This was a bit of unknown terrain, Niamh thought. She hesitated for a few seconds. Slowly, she looked up, shaking her head.

‘That’s right. We’re not through yet. Oh, no.’

With a gentle twist, Alex got to her feet and bent down beside the chair. The sharp buzzing sound that followed was quite unmistakable, and Niamh gasped at the feeling of the magic wand touching her left breast. It was as if the whole chair was rattling with the vibrations from the toy wedged into her groin. They were sharp, strong, unforgivingly efficient and almost painful. Fingers kept sliding all over her suit, which was moving around on her skin of its own by now. This was nearly too much, but Alex didn’t give an inch. The more she groaned and twisted, the more she got.

Suddenly the tube was lifted from her neck, and Alex crouched down next to her, one hand steadily gripping the vibrator handle.

‘This is the best part, sweetie.’

Niamh was caught on the exhale, and wasn’t prepared to hold on for long when the air was cut off again. She started to squirm and buck violently, unable to cope with the overwhelming sensations. Seconds passed.

She’s not going to let me breathe. The thought flashed through her mind, and she yelped under the mask. Alex pressed the wand tighter onto her aching sex, and Niamh tensed up like a coil. A sudden plop followed by a rush of cold air filling her lungs made her wail with relief.

‘Look at me. Look at me, sweetie!’

There was a fiery, hungry look in her face now, Niamh noticed while trying to steady herself as far as she was able. The pressure from the wand eased just a fraction, but she was still jolted by its brutal force.

‘See what I mean now? Do you understand?’

‘Yes. Yes.’

‘Next time you want to go exploring things, you ask first.’

‘It hurts...’

Niamh could feel her body respond in a way her brain wasn’t really ready to accept. Tiny bubbles burst on the surface somewhere inside her, and she was not far from boiling over now. No, it doesn’t. It feels... so good. So good. Want more. Now.

‘You don’t want me to have to worry about you, dear, do you?’

‘Noo.’

‘Good.’

The wand began whisking her groin in a more lenient, enticing way, creating waves of pleasure that made Niamh quiver with delight. Alex eased herself up and let her lips graze the gasmask. Again, she turned her voice into a whisper.

‘Come for me now.’

It was as if the words themselves pushed her really close to the edge. Niamh arched her back, furiously trying to buck her hips against the white, buzzing knob. A quick flush of soothing softness rolled through her, and she moaned like a pining cat.

All at once, there was no air. She felt a little pinch of anxiety, but didn’t fight it. Instead, she enjoyed the dizziness growing for each missed breath, knowing that she wasn’t far from orgasm. It feels like falling...

Then, the vibrations stopped. She opened her eyes in bewilderment, only to see Alex pressing the wand against her own crotch. Niamh tried to suck at least a little bit of air through the tube, but it was useless. The gasmask collapsed onto her face as she drew as hard as she could, her lungs burning with the exertion. Very close to fainting, she was a little surprised that she didn’t feel any panic at all; just a fuzzy warmth enveloping her. Her eyelids felt very heavy, as if she was slowly drifting into sleep.

Out of nowhere, a trembling climax overwhelmed her. She nearly blacked out when there was a sudden surge of fresh air and a fervid buzzing spreading liquid fire over her sex again. Helplessly out of control, she watched the rapturous look on Alex’ face as the orgasm seized her. Bit by bit, she deflated and sank back into the seat, gradually finding her way down again.

* * * * *

The scent of industrial grade rubber, mixed with the sultry smell of warm rubber and what probably were her own secretions, kept kicking a small part of her brain to make it stay awake. Even if Niamh only really wanted to be set free now to rest at least a while, that, and the now familiar squeezy touch from her second skin she had so fallen in love with still made her expect just a little bit more fun. Tomorrow was going to be a really hard day to get through.

She felt cautious fingers gingerly unzipping her crotch, and gasped at the feeling of something virtually bulging out as her tormented sex was freed from its tight imprisonment.

If she’s trying to finger me now, I’ll go to pieces. God.

‘Oh, will you look at that.’

Alex silently purred next to her, touching her with a feathery caress.

‘Beautiful.’

Niamh watched her as she removed her hand, sniffed it, and wiped it off against the seat. The tube was disconnected and thrown aside, and Niamh was left sitting tied to the chair as Alex sneaked around it a few times, distantly letting her fingers wander.

‘You feel really hot. Would you like a little refreshment before I let you go?’

Niamh nodded. Her throat actually was rather parched by now, but she suspected that Alex had something less pleasant than just a quick drink up her sleeve. The soppy mask was left unstrapped on her face, and would remain there for at least a while longer.

‘I feel like being nice to you, since you’ve been so good. I’ll even help you clean this mess up. How’s that, dear?’

‘Thanks.’

‘Yes. Of course, there isn’t much to be done except...’ Alex demonstratively ripped off the condom she had pulled over the top of the wand to protect it ‘...a little wiping off here and there, putting the goods away until tomorrow and of course washing... up’

She unhinged the hose from the wall mounting and turned the water on. Niamh winced at the first spray hitting her. Although the water was pretty warm, it felt like standing naked in a hailstorm at first. The spatter on her hood nearly deafened her when Alex moved closer, and the sudden burst aimed at her belly made her yell.

‘Good.’ Alex gloatingly cooed. ‘There’s nothing like a nice cold rub-down when you’re feeling tired, don’t you think?’

There was no way of defending herself from the water splashing all over her, and Niamh tried to bite down as much as she could. A real rouser, all right, she thought. This was going to get her a proper summer cold.

‘Oh, I gathered that you already had tried out to have some fun in the shower as well. Was it as good as you’d imagined? Well?’

‘Yes!’

Niamh growled as loud as she could through the mask, to make Alex stop doing her worst to wet the whole room down. Now, she closed in on her, aiming a bit lower. Niamh turned her face away, afraid of having the hose shoved into the inlet of the gasmask.

Don’t put it there! Don’t.   

 Instead, Alex lowered the spray. It hit Niamh right between her legs.

‘Such a naughty mind. Shame to waste it all on yourself, isn’t it.’

The water didn’t feel too bad on her torrid sex. It was actually surprisingly soothing, and it tickled her more than it hurt. Instinctively, Niamh began wiggling her hips a little, making the water splash around her torso.

Suddenly, Alex pulled the gasmask off of her face and sought her lips with her own, still letting the water gush all over them both. Niamh felt as if someone was trying to suck the last out of her, before Alex let her go and turned the water off with a quick twist.

‘There. Now...’

For a moment, Alex enjoyed herself caressing the wet rubber covering her breasts and belly, apparently very aroused. A strange, relaxed expression came upon her face as her fingers eventually travelled down between her legs. She sighed and smacked her lips, winking at Niamh.

Now, there was another little problem. The chilling shower had played havoc with Niamh’s bladder, and she felt the need to go really badly. She tried to get Alex’ attention as nicely as she could. She meaningly pulled her restraints and whispered.

‘Please, can I... I have to pee. I really do.’

Alex didn’t budge. She playfully unzipped her crotch and sneaked a couple of fingers inside her suit.

‘If I let you go, would you give me...’ Her voice sounded decidedly hoarse as she pressed harder onto her crotch. ‘...a bit of delicious oral pleasure, then?’

‘Of course.’

‘Something tells me I’m going to have it anyway.’

Alex tipped her head on the side, rubbing herself even harder.

‘It’s all right. You can have your little wee-wee right there, I won’t bother.’

‘But...’

‘Come on. I can stand here forever, just letting you watch me. I thought you liked to watch me masturbate, sweetie. Would it be more fun if I made some sounds? Or perhaps used the toys?’

Oh, what the fuck.

Niamh relaxed her muscles, defiantly looking Alex right in the face. A warm stream flooded the seat and ran down on the floor with a slight, splashing sound. She was surprised at how much there seemed to be. It was a huge relief, and Alex’ pleased countenance intrigued her.

Don’t tell me she gets off on this as well...

With a swift spurt, Alex hosed her off. The last of the water disappeared with a slight gurgle in the drain behind the chair.

‘Would you like to be let loose now, dear?’

‘Oh, yeah.’

‘There’s a hot shower waiting for us both upstairs, and I just can’t think of anything nicer right now. ‘

The straps came undone in a blink, and Niamh instantly tried to stand up. Her legs weren’t really with her at first. Alex had to catch her as she stumbled forward.

‘Ho! Easy, now. Let me help you there.’

‘Shit. I...I’m...’

‘We’ve got to get you some sugar straight away. Let’s leave this mess until later, shall we. Come on.’

* * *

Niamh felt a little better after being stripped and scrubbed thoroughly, with two wholesome Belgian truffles and half a banana tucked in her. Still, she was as battered as a rag doll in a washing machine, but grateful and relaxed.

Alex was still wearing her suit, with the rubber sparkling with tiny droplets and her hair in total disarray. She had made herself comfortable in the shower cubicle seat with her legs resting high up on the side handles, letting the hot mist from the jets around it cover them both.

Niamh was kneeling on the floor with her head firmly lodged in Alex’ crotch. It was a relief for her to be able to move around, and she excelled herself in pleasuring Alex judging from the interesting sounds from under the wet fuzz of hair.

‘Ooh, we just have to do more of this.’ Alex breathlessly hummed. ‘Right there, sweetie...’

Niamh sucked at the fleshy lips and wagged her head, making Alex groan louder.

‘Only if we play switch. I owe you one.’

‘Hah.’

Alex’ jaw dropped at the touch of teeth to her bare flesh, biting just enough to make her tickler turn into an igniting match-head. Niamh knew precisely how to do by now.

‘Godverdomme! Ok. All right.’

‘Promise?’

‘Yes. Yes.’

Niamh noticed how Alex looked for somewhere to hold on to. She was getting closer now, and a really enticing sight from below. Niamh pressed her whole tongue into the cleft and felt her quivering. Without a warning she withdrew, leaving only her fingers pressing the swelling labia very gently. Putting on her naughtiest face, she looked Alex straight in the face and stuck her tongue out with open mouth.

‘Oh, no.’ Alex puffed. ‘Don’t...You don’t want that.’

‘We’re in the shower, Alex. Come on.’

‘I'd like to smack you, you little...’

‘You had your chance. Come on now.’

‘No. Let me come first. Please.’

Niamh dived back in, working away fervently with her eyes set on Alex’ face. It was always much easier to make her orgasm by teasing her first, and so much more fun. Now, through her fingertips she could already feel the contractions in her lower belly.

Before long, a series of shocks riddled Alex, and she came silently, pressed against the back wall. Niamh was locked in a vice and had no option but to continue pleasuring her until she was done. She could feel how Alex gradually relaxed, letting her gloved hands stroke her soppy hair, pushing her back. Niamh drew her breath and slumped her head down on Alex’ rubbered thigh.

‘Aahhh.’

‘Thank you, sweetie.’

The mist turned into more of a drizzle at the turn of a handle, and Alex let her legs down as she straightened herself up. With her eyes half closed, Niamh watched how Alex began caressing herself again, merely brushing over her open crotch, parting her lips very carefully. She spoke softly, out of breath.

‘Are you really sure...?’

No. But how bad can it be, though? She seems to like it.

Before she had the time to prepare herself, Alex relieved herself all over her. It felt much hotter than the water, and as she gasped with surprise she accidentally got some of it in her mouth. She let the water wash it out before she could taste it. The sensation wasn’t at all that disgusting, she noticed a little pleased with herself. Not here, anyway. Not now.

With all the water running from the shower, it was no big thing to let her tongue run all the way from the puckered little orifice to the crumpled petals, and Alex’ response was really something to remember.

Slightly trembling, she watched Niamh in ecstatic astonishment, and Niamh could swear that she felt the aftermath rippling through her as well.

Goody. Nice one.

‘Mmhh.’ Niamh smacked. ‘Would you like me to wash you now?’

* * *

The tea had a tinge to it that she couldn’t really place. It wasn’t like that the night before. Perhaps it was time to check the pot, or perhaps it was something she had eaten, even if she couldn’t recall exactly what it would be that could create this taste of tin. It didn’t bother her that much, anyhow. What was a bit worse was that she still had some trouble getting her limbs to function properly. That, and the fizzy sensation in her head disturbed her. Well, it would perhaps be gone by tomorrow.

The evening was really nice, even if it had started to rain a little. Again. Alex had, quite contrary to what she had threatened not to do, helped Niamh with all the necessary business with getting all the gear cleaned up and stowed away. It went just like that, she thought. They even had a little fun doing it together. Yes, it was a nice evening.

Alex looked like a retired movie star in her kimono, with her lush hair pinned back in a bun, wearing just enough make up to create a vague aura of indifferent leisure. She appeared to feel really well. Niamh sensed a certain feline relaxation about her, as if she was about to claw the furniture and purr in front of the fireplace any minute.

Niamh had found an oversized midnight blue silk pyjama jacket she thought fitted her rather well. At least good enough for Alex to have some trouble keeping her hands off her. She was grateful, though, that her private parts were left alone for now. Alex had pitied her for how sore and swollen she had looked when they had dried off, but it didn’t hurt even if Niamh thought she looked like a bizarre fuzz ball in the lower regions.

‘It’s all your fault, you know...’

Alex mumbled between sips. It was her third glass of whiskey, and her eyes were becoming a little glazed.

‘What?’

‘I’m already into thinking about... next time.’

‘How nice.’

‘I’m sure I’ll dream about it tonight.’

Niamh moved closer to her in the sofa.

‘I’ll wake you up if you try anything.’

‘And I’ll definitely start looking for something suitable for you. I’m thinking of getting...’

‘Shush, Alex. Surprise me a little instead, won’t you.’

Alex started to laugh.

‘Oho. Oh, I will.’

A quick swig emptied the tumbler. She managed to get to her feet, suavely smiling. Not a single hint of the half pint now missing in the bottle, Niamh thought.

‘Now we really must get to bed. I don’t want to wait for anything to happen on this otherwise won-der-ful night. I’ve even left the phone switched off. Are you coming?’

‘In a minute. I’ll go check on the doors and feed the tigers first.’

Niamh lingered in the kitchen a few minutes after washing her cup, trying to shrug off the weird, prickly feeling in her head. She didn’t want to go to bed feeling woozy, and she doubted that any aspirin would help either. After a short while it all seemed to subside, and she was relieved. Perhaps she was just really, really done up. Nothing to worry about.

Halfway up the stairs, she had to sit down. She barely made the rest of the steps, but she decided not to tell Alex about it. There was nothing worse than making her worried over nothing tonight. Not after so much fun.

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