Chapter 3 – Mystery Treat
Two months had passed since my first experience with Jenny and rubber.
Jenny had moved across the hall to be with me in my bedroom and the rubber clothes, no longer hidden in their bag, now had pride of place in her former wardrobe.
We had repeated our love making many times and Jenny had introduced me to the joys of a few more of her latex items and also to some more of her ''toys". She had even taken me to her favourite fetish store to select my first set of my own rubber clothes. I choose an all-in-one leotard-like body, stockings, suspender belt and gloves all in shiny black; a set of the flimsiest black rubber underwear - panties, bra and a basque - and a short, sleeveless electric blue cheerleader-style dress. So short that if I bent over wearing it, whoever was behind me would get an eyeful of my stocking tops and bare buttock checks.
I should say here that our lovemaking did not always involve the use of latex clothing and artificial aids. It was, however, always hot and passionate - no matter what flavour it came in.
With only a very small amount of soul-searching, I had come to terms with my new sexual status. Jenny and I were now very definitely a couple. I was trying to decide when and how to tell my friends that I was dating another woman. There was plenty of time. I wanted them to get to know Jenny as a friend first before I explained just what kind of friend she was.
Without the need to get up early for work the following day, Friday nights were usually one of our 'rubber nights', dedicated to leisurely rubberised love-making followed by a lazy Saturday morning in bed. One Friday morning, however, Jenny told me over breakfast that we wouldn't be needing the latex stockings, gloves or other paraphernalia that evening - she had something different for me to try. Seeing my disappointment, she quickly stressed that it was something that she was sure l would enjoy.
When I excitedly asked her what, she refused to say. Her only clue was that I should get home as early as possible and make sure that I kept the weekend free.
Fortunately, I didn't have any major deadlines or meetings that day because l spent it sat in my office watching the hands of the clock slowly marking off the time until l was free and trying to guess what new form of deviancy she had in mind.
I considered bondage scenarios and new unimagined sex-toys, but apart from being certain that it would involve us both getting very hot and lusty I couldn't guess.
As the hour of escape approached, I made an excuse to leave early, turning down the usual after-work drinks at the wine bar on the corner, and headed for home as quickly as the tube would take me.
I arrived home in a state or excitement to find that Jenny had been home since lunchtime and that she had been busy in the small third bedroom which is used as a store room. The boxes and unused furniture usually stored there were gone and the mattress from Jenny's old bed was in the centre of the floor. The mattress itself and the floor were covered with heavy transparent plastic decorator's sheets which she had taped together with thick strips of black duct tape. In the comer was a collection of metal paint tins.
Jenny stood barefoot in the middle of the plastic sheet wearing just a black sports bra and briefs. She was smiling broadly.
"Hi Lover," she said, twirling a roll of tape around her index finger, "Good day at work?"
"Oh! Are you planning some decorating?" I asked, confused and somewhat disappointed by the sight of the painting equipment.
"In a way, but it's not the room that's getting the makeover!" Jenny replied cryptically.
"I don't get it." I said.
"You will. I'm nearly finished with this, so go get out of that suit then come and give me a hand for a couple of minutes before we get started."
In our bedroom, I quickly kicked off my shoes and dumped my briefcase, stripped off my suit jacket and skirt and tossed my blouse in the washing basket. I returned to the other bedroom bare foot like Jenny, in just my white cotton bra and knickers.
Jenny gave me an appreciative look then handed me a roll of the black tape. "I haven't finished that corner over there. Just overlap the sheets a little at the edges then tape the two together along the joint."
I complied with her instructions, wondering what all this was for. Clearly the sheeting was intended to protect the carpet, but, if not from paint, then what? And if we were not going to be decorating the room, why did we need to go to all this effort?
A few more joints were taped and we were both done. Jenny stood and surveyed the work, then, satisfied that it would suit whatever she had in mind, she nodded.
"OK." She said turning to me and taking my hand, "Let's be having you in the bathroom please miss."
She led me out of the room, along the hall and into our bathroom. The shelf at the end the bath was covered with new toiletries and the bath was already full of warm foamy water.
Jenny pulled me to her and gave me a passionate open-mouthed kiss; at the same time unhooking my bra. She drew it off of my shoulders and dropped it on the floor, letting my breasts bounce freely. I felt my nipples beginning to stiffen as she slid her hands down my sides and hooked her thumbs into the sides of my knickers. In one motion she carried on sliding her hands down the outsides of my thighs taking the briefs with them as she dropped into a crouch in front of me. Jenny planted a light kiss on my abdomen and then let the briefs join the bra on the floor. She stood and began to remove her own bra.
"Right, now into the bath. I've already filled it and we need you nice and soapy for this first bit." She instructed.
Still wondering where all this was leading, I decided that I would just follow Jenny's instructions and see what developed; after all, I was enjoying the way it was going so far.
I climbed into the bath and laid back in the cloud of flower scented bubbles as Jenny stepped out her knickers. I noticed that she had freshly shaved between her legs taking away the small amount of pubic hair that had developed there since she had last pruned the area.
"D'you remember that I said there was a reason why I liked to keep myself bare down here?" she asked pointing to the spot that I was already concentrating on.
"Yeh, but you never really told me why." I answered.
"No; well today's gonna be a practical demonstration. First that thatch of yours is coming off, then later I will show why.
Jenny climbed into the bath and sat down in front of me. She indicated that I should place my legs on either side of her, which I did as she produced a wet razor from amongst the collection of jars and bottles on the shelf. Quickly her hands disappeared under the water, then hidden by the foam I felt her left hand massage my pubis softly before the right gently brought the razor into contact with my skin.
Expertly, she rapidly shaved away the hairs, stroking me all the time to test which areas still needed attention. In a few minutes she was done, I was bare.
Jenny placed the razor back on the shelf then leaned forward and stretched herself along my body to kiss me. One hand reached up around the back of my head and pulled it upwards to meet her descending face for us to kiss and the other began to work between my legs, making short stroking sorties into the opening of my vagina. Simultaneously, her tongue found its way between my lips into my mouth and her thumb slid into my pussy to push against my clitoris. I wrapped my arms around her to hold our position in the water and we stayed like that for several minutes. I moaned softly through our kisses as she thumb-fucked me to a climax there in the water.
"OK, darling, that's got you 'started'." she said when my orgasm had subsided. "Now we need to empty the water out and move on to stage two." Jenny smiled, her thumb and forefinger still pressed up inside of me.
She jerked the chain to pull the plug and the water began to drain away taking the foam and my pubic hair with it. Next she took a large jar from the shelf and unscrewed the lid.
"This," she said, "is called 'Sugaring', it's for removing body hair, and if it's done properly it's not painful like waxing is."
"I've heard of that." I said, "My sister gave me a day at a health spa for a birthday and it was one of the treatments they offered. I didn't have it done though, I spent too long with the masseuse and in the sauna."
The last of the water was now swirling down the plughole and I could see my newly naked crotch for the first time. It was strange to see it like this and I got a sudden sense of nostalgia, back to the days before puberty had kicked off.
"Now, you need to be totally smooth and hairless for what's coming later," Jenny continued, shaking me from my reverie. "Let's get on with it."
Jenny climbed out of the bath and took one of the large bath towels from the corner stand.
"Dry yourself with this. You need to be completely dry for the sugaring to work its best." She handed the towel to me and took another for herself.
When we were both dry she took a wooden spatula and scooped a large blob of the thick gel from the jar. She gently smoothed it up my arm. It was sticky but it felt nice as she spread it over my skin.
She scooped another blob, spreading the orange-scented substance over my whole lower arm. Then she produced a bundle of cotton strips from a bag on the floor. Jenny placed one of the strips on my arm, smoothing it flat into the gel before pulling it away flush with my arm. I felt the tug as the hairs pulled away from my skin but it wasn't the tearing pain of waxing.
Jenny continued over the rest of my arms and then my legs, alternately spreading then stripping the sugaring. The hair removal left the skin tingling. I was still turned on from Jenny's earlier attentions to my pussy and this wasn't helping.
"Can I have a go Jen? On you?" I asked as Jenny was digging in the jar to load another dollop of goo onto the spatula.
"Sure, I did myself earlier whilst you were at work to save time, but I couldn't reach my back so you could do that for me." She handed me the jar and the spatula.
"OK, bend over the side of the bath and I'll give it a try. Tell me if I hurt you" I said.
Jenny placed her hands on the side of the bath and bent forward. She wiggled her beautiful bottom at me and smiled over her shoulder.
"Would you say this was an appropriate position?" She asked coquettishly.
"Definitely!" I replied. "There're guys in my office who'd give their right arms to see us like this."
