Chapter 6
"Whadya doin' in there?" Drew called out at length.
"I'll be right out," Erin called back. "I can't seem to find where... oh... there it is!" After muttering to herself, she sauntered into the room with a pleased smile on her face. She'd dispensed with the boots and now stood proudly nude before Drew.
"Alright... what's behind your back?"
Erin grinned delightedly, and brought forth a 36-ounce jar of liquid latex. "Thought maybe you'd like to 'paint' me!"
Drew laughed. This was quite a woman he had standing here before him. "Sounds QUITE naughty, actually. But SO much fun. Bring it here!"
Erin struck a pose in the middle of the room, legs spread and arms held away from her sides. Drew opened the jar of latex and scooped up a big gob on the plastic spatula provided. He started at her neck, plastering a thin layer of rubber over her shoulders, down her arms, then up and over her breasts. "Ooooooh... that's cold," Erin giggled as the spatula made its way over her nipples.
Down her back and around to her stomach now, and then over her hips and ass. Drew wanted to make the suit as tight-fitting as possible, since an idea was forming in his mind. Her long legs took about half the jar in itself, and Drew realized how badly he wanted those legs wrapped around him... so that he could fuck that hot tight cunt into oblivion.
His cock responded to the direction of his thoughts, rising again, becoming engorged, the head swelling and the shaft getting stiff. It brushed against Erin's leg as he finished spooning the latex onto her calves. She arched her back almost imperceptibly and muttered in a husky voice, "You keep that up and I'll make this suit melt right off me. "
Drew laughed, "Now THAT I'd like to see!"
And then, "Is this turning you on, my dear?"
Erin turned to look at him, "Oh god, yes, Drew... in the worst way!"
"Good. Now, stand there until it dries. I'm going to sit back and watch. "
Chapter 7
If this was Drew's idea of "watching," then Erin would make him pay! He'd been just sitting on the couch for the last half hour, absently stroking his cock, making off-hand comments about how he lusted after her, how he wanted her tits, how he wanted to fuck that slutty cunt.
"You ARE a whore, you know that, don't you?" he asked.
"Of course. It's fun," Erin replied. She was really a puddle by now. Watching Drew take his shaft into his hand and pump was turning her on beyond her wildest imaginations. She saw the way his fist pumped harder when he was more turned on, the way his knuckles almost got white with the effort. She noticed his thumb slipping over the head of his cock with each pump, and how the head itself was now so engorged it looked painful. She saw too, how he'd slow down every now and then, as if he were getting too close to cumming and didn't want to quit just yet.
Finally Erin asked, "Can I move now?"