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THE SUIT

Chapter XVI

The full moon was shining brightly and she had no trouble finding her
way. The grass was covered with dew and the cold droplets clung to her
feet and the hem of her nightgown. She walked over to the statue and
cocked her head to one side, listening. Satisfied that she wasn’t
being followed she continued through the old english garden and
entered the maze. It was cold and her whole body was covered with
goose bumps. She pulled the nightgown close but the flimsy fabric gave
little protection. She knew the secret route off by heart and in a few
short minutes she entered the small courtyard that lay at the heart of
the maze. In it stood a large oak tree with a bubbling little fountain
and a fish-pond. She walked over to the tree and sat down in a swing
that hung from one of it’s branches. She looked down at her chest and
smiled at the sight of her nipples pressing hard against the flimsy
fabric. She’d been looking forward to this all day and by now her
whole body was trembling with excitement. There was a lovely little
breeze blowing and she loved the cool feeling as it evaporated the
sweat from her burning body. She sat quietly waiting, swaying gently
to and fro in the swing. It felt so exhilarating to be outside wearing
almost nothing and the longer she waited the more aroused she became.
She was just beginning to wonder if he’d show up when she heard the
soft rustling of leaves. She giggled softly to herself, he’d gotten
lost in the maze again! She knew the route off by heart but he’d only
visited it a few times before and he regularly got lost. She smiled as
she listened to his soft curses. He was moving around out there, but
not making any progress. Finally she could stand it no more and she
rose to go look for him.
She found him walking back from a dead-end and immediately they
embraced. She melted right into his body and was immediately greeted
by his warm, hard manhood pressing against her belly. Obviously he’d
been looking forward to their rendezvous as well.
She giggled and suddenly let go. She ran off into the maze with him
following closely behind. She loved the feeling of her hair blowing in
the wind as she ran out in front of him. Suddenly she felt her whole
body being pulled back as he managed to grab hold of the nightgown.
With a loud rip it was torn to shreds and she gave a shrill, surprised
little shriek. Before she could recover he had her in his embrace and
they fell to the ground. 
She giggled and moaned as they kissed passionately. Her naked body was
getting wet from the dew on the grass but she no longer cared. He
lifted her up and carried her in his arms. She was still very shy and
she used her hair and hands to cover herself. They entered the
clearing and a small shiver ran up her back.
He put her down next to the tree and pressed her back up against the
rough bark. She struggled playfully as he quickly grabbed hold of her
wrists and tied them together with a red scarf. The rough bark and her
bound wrists drove her to new heights and she moaned as her breasts
ached loudly. He held on to her arms and his powerful muscles lifted
her clear of the ground. 
Again she struggled and twisted as he hooked the scarf over a old iron
hook in the trunk of the tree. She was left hanging from her wrists,
her feet several inches off the ground. She looked down and blushed
deeply as he admired her naked and defenseless body. For several
seconds he just stood there, his eyes drinking in the sight of her
lovely pale skin. Finally he stepped forward and his hands found her
naked breasts. She moaned and circled his waist with her legs, pulling
him close. His hands squeezed and stroked her chest sending sparks
flying throughout her body. His hands moved down to her arse and
squeezed them hard. She arched her back and was surprised to hear a
low, throaty growl coming from her throat. His hands were everywhere,
rubbing her flanks, finding her breasts, stroking her thighs.
She twisted and turned her wrists inside their bonds, longing to touch
herself. He tried to step back, but she still had his waist clinched
in her legs and she held on for dear life. Suddenly his hand found her
sex and she gasped loudly as his fingers slid smoothly inside. His
fingers wriggled and squirmed inside her, driving her utterly insane.
Before she realized what had happened he’d twisted himself out of her
embrace and she flopped back against the rough bark of the tree. Her
clit was throbbing loudly and insistently and she raised her legs in
frustration. He watched her twisting and turning on the hook, her legs
rising and falling as she rubbed her thighs and calves together. She
was so hot and desperate she could cry but she dared not make a sound
for fear of discovery. He slowly and sensually took his shirt off and
the sight of his broad muscular chest made her salivate with lust. He
teased her by slowly pulling off his pants, his eyes never leaving her
heaving breasts. Finally he was naked and she admired his rock hard
body, her eyes drawn to his large cock, standing to proud attention.
She placed the soles of her feet on the trunk and pushed her hips out
as far as they would go, inviting him to take her. Instead he slowly
circled the tree, inspecting her body from all angles. As he came
around she tried to reach out with her feet, hoping to snare him in
her legs again. He caught hold of her ankle and pulled her away from
the tree. She struggled playfully, knowing that it had the same effect
on him as it did on her. He stepped closer and pushed her feet against
his manhood, rubbing the sole up and down against his hard, throbbing
heat. She longed to feet the hard heat inside her and she closed her
eyes in impatient desperation, her whole being focused on the sole of
her foot. Suddenly he couldn’t wait any more and the next moment he
was standing against her, his cock throbbing loudly against her sex.
Again she snared him in her legs and she pushed her hips up against
him. For a second he fumbled with his member, his excitement making
his body tremble and his hands clumsy. He managed to gain control of
himself and she gasped loudly as he guided it into her. It went in
easily, and he thrust himself in all the way to the hilt. She closed
her eyes and growled as he slowly pumped in and out while his hands
held onto her waist. In a few short minutes they both climaxed and she
couldn’t prevent a loud, passionate scream from escaping as she came.
Exhausted he leaned up against her, pinning her against the tree. She
cupped her head in his shoulder and waited for the world to stop
spinning, her breasts rubbing up and down against his chest as she
gulped in the cool night air. Finally they both regained their
composure and he withdrew, sitting down on the swing. He leaned up
against the rope of the swing and smiled at her, his eyes droopy and
tired. “Well Mrs. DiMarcio, that certainly was exiting, I think that
howl of yours must have woken every servant within a day’s ride from
here.” She merely grinned back at him, not yet trusting herself to be
able to speak. 
He stood up and quickly dressed. As he lifted her from the hook her
wrists began throbbing and he had to carry her as her legs was still
to weak to be of any use. He covered her with his cloak and she
nuzzled in the crook of his arm. “Do you think my dear,” he said, a
playful grin on his mouth “that we’ll ever learn to make love in a bed
like other newlyweds do?”



From:	Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj:	New instructions
	
	Put in leave from work for four-week period,
	starting 12th of next month.

Sharon sat staring at the screen, her mind racing. Her stomach wound
itself up into a tight little knot. 
What did this mean? What was he up to now? 
She leaned back and put her feet up. 
Two weeks? What did he want her to do during that those two weeks?
Could this be it? Is this finally the meeting she’d been hoping for? 
She reached over and pulled a cigarette from a pack lying on the
table. She’d never smoked, but recently she’d had this urge to do
something different, something he couldn’t control. 
The flame trembled as she lit the cigarette. Her body was already
responding to the prospect of a meeting and she couldn’t stop the
trembling. Nervous excitement and fear made her jumpy and tense and
she forced herself to relax. After all, the 12th was still almost a
month away. 
She took a deep drag and blew the smoke out through her nose. It gave
her a strange thrill to be smoking. What would he do if he knew? Would
he disapprove? Would he punish her? She sat staring at the burning
coal. If he told her to stop, would she?
She stood up and walked over to the mirror. She folded her left arm
under her breasts and held her right hand in the air next to her head.
She looked like one of those stars in the movies, staring at the
mirror defiantly as the smoke slowly rose in a straight line next to
her head. She even cocked her hips to one side, but the suit resisted
her and it wasn’t comfortable. 
She was in a strange mood tonight, sexy, nervous, rebellious,
adventurous. She turned around, watching herself in the mirror as she
posed. After all this time the allure of the suit has mostly worn off.
At times she still found it sexy, but it was no longer as exiting as
it had been in the beginning. She put the cigarette down and dove into
her closet. A few seconds later she was back in front of the mirror, a
ostrich-feather boa wrapped around her neck. She picked the cigarette
up a looked at herself again. She made her lips nice and pouty and
pulled her eyes Merilyn Monroe style.
“I would like to thank all my wonderful fans for nominating me” she
said breathlessly and giggled at herself.
Hmm - something was still missing. She dove back into the closet and
pulled out the red garters and stockings. Although her instructions
were to stay naked while in the flat she felt certain he’d not object
to the garters. In a few short minutes she had them on and she stood
in front of the mirror again.
Nope, still something missing.
Back into the closet she dove again and this time she brought out the
red stiletto’s. She slipped them on and returned to the mirror.
“To be nominated as the best actress of the year is indeed....”
Nope, still not quite right.
She walked over to the dresser and sat down. She’d only wanted to
touch up her existing make-up but once she got into it she couldn’t
stop herself. Thick, long eyebrows. Large, pouty, deep-red lips. Lots
of gloss. Plenty of blush. She crossed her legs and shuddered at the
lovely sensation of her nylon-smooth thighs rubbing against each
other. The cold seat at the dresser was lovely on her naked bum,
making her intensely aware of her nudity. She finished the make-up,
crossing and re-crossing her legs more often than what was strictly
necessary. She added some of the jewelry from her night at the opera
and returned to the mirror.
“Hmmm - much better.”
She struck a pose.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I must say that it is indeed....”
Nope - still not 100%
Back to the closet again, this time she returned with the long red
opera gloves.
Ah - much better.
“It is indeed and honor to be here with you tonight.”
She grinned at herself. She looked .... silly.
She got another idea and a small tremor of excitement went through her
body. She returned to the closet and took a out a little red dress.
She’s not worn the garment for ages, it was simply to revealing to be
worn over the suit. She stood in front of the mirror, holding the
dress up to her chest. 
She longed to put it on, but was afraid. That would clearly be
crossing the instructions she’d been given. If he’d been willing to
overlook the garters he’d certainly not be willing to ignore the
dress. But how would he know? All the windows were closed, the
curtains pulled shut. Her front door was locked. There was no way for
him to enforce the rule, since there was no way for him to know about
it.
She stepped into the open back of the dress. She stood like that for
quite some time, the dress circling her calves while she waited for
something to happen. Nothing did. She slowly pulled it up, thoroughly
enjoying the sensation as it rode up her legs. She pushed her arms
through the holes in the dress and smoothed the surface down.
The dress was the most revealing thing she’d ever bought. It was very
short, revealing most of her lovely thighs. It didn’t have any zippers
or clips, with the back cut so low that it went down to her waist.
She inspected herself in the mirror and smiled at the image. Although
the suit was sticking out everywhere it actually looked very sexy.
She’d never worn the little number with such a thin waist and it
startled her to realize how much thinner she looked. Her breasts
looked spectacular. The fabric stretched tightly over the extra large
domes and they didn’t jiggle or move at all. She turned around and
bent over, her arse sticking into the air.
“Oh my Mister Williams - will you look at that! A dime in the middle
of the road!” she said in her best blond bombshell imitation. She
grinned back at herself, her hair tumbling down past her head. If the
Pope had been standing behind her right now he’d be turned into a
sinner.
She pulled her chair over to the mirror and sat down. She leaned to
one side, trying to look seductive.
“No detective, I have no idea who killed him..” She said and crossed
her legs over the other way “And even if I did I wouldn’t grnnmf!”
The shock came hard, fast and without any warning. It was the hardest
she’d ever been shocked and already the tears were forming in the
corners of her eyes. For a few seconds she just sat there, trying to
get the breath back into her lungs. She jumped up and grabbed hold of
the dress. Wriggling like a worm she worked furiously to rid herself
off the tight garment. The second shock hit just as she had it around
her calves, making her loose her balance and fall over. She kicked
violently and the dress and shoes went flying. She was sobbing into
her arms, her whole body trembling when the third shock hit her.
Instinctively she kicked out and as soon as it was over she jumped to
her feet. She panicked and fled to the kitchen in an attempt to get
away from the pain and fear. The fourth shock took her there and she
collapsed in a tight little ball next to the fridge. She was still
curled up in a pathetic little ball when the fifth and final shock hit
her.

Sharon’s eyes were blurred with tears as she picked up the broken
cutlery. For a long time she’d been huddled into a little ball next to
the fridge, to afraid to move. When she’d finally realized that it was
over she’d stood up and looked around the kitchen in a daze. Slowly a
rage had built up inside her, growing like a evil black monster until
her whole being was overcome with it. She’d gone on the rampage,
throwing cutlery and screaming at the walls. 
Who the fuck did he think he was! Where did he get off dictating to
her! Who made him God! She’d kill him, she’d fucking kill him! The
fucker! The bastard! The son of a fucking bitch!
The next moment she’d caught herself standing at the front door, her
hand on the doorknob. Instantly the rage had fled and a cold hard
shudder of fear and shock had taken over. She’d collapsed on the
floor, sobbing anew. It was only after another good crying session
that she’d noticed the damage she’d done to her kitchen. broken cups
and saucers lay strewn all over the place and it was a miracle she
wasn’t cut to pieces. She’d slowly regained her composure and started
cleaning up the place.
While she worked a startling thought suddenly came to her. How had he
known? He would have had some way of looking at her to see her wearing
the dress. That meant he had the place wired - for all she knew the
whole place was filled with cameras! The thought made her very
uncomfortable and afraid. Without realizing what she was doing her
hands moved to cover her privates. She looked around carefully, but
could see nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe there were only cameras
on the bedroom? She walked into the bedroom - suddenly feeling like a
stranger in her own home. 
Now where did they always hide the cameras in the movies? She looked
up at the air-vent and a chill ran down her spine. She went to the
kitchen and got a screw-driver. Whilst standing on a chair she went to
work on the four little screws. The grill came off to reveal -
nothing. She sighed in relief and replaced the grill. 
Where else could it be? Again she scanned the room. Suddenly the whole
place felt foreign - she could swear somebody was watching her. 
Hmmm - What was that black spot on the ceiling? She pulled the chair
over and inspected the ceiling. It was just a spot. 
She sat down on the bed and looked around in frustration. She couldn’t
shake the feeling of being watched and yet she couldn’t find any sign
of the camera. Finally all she could do was drag her legs up to her
body and hug them with her arms. For a long time she just sat like
that, gently swaying from front to back.


Sharon sat staring out her office window. She had another week to go
before her holiday and it wouldn’t be a moment to soon. Things were
really turning sour at work. A female co-worker had lodged a formal
complaint against her boss and she’d been called to testify as well.
For a while she’d thought they’d win, after all it was two against
one. But then it turned out the co-worker had exaggerated a few of the
facts to make her case seem stronger and she’d been caught out. Now
nobody trusted either of their testimonies and the boss is back in his
old position. He’s been using every possible opportunity to make her
pay and she was working like a dog.

Then there was Andrew. He’d suddenly started calling her at work and
she didn’t know how to handle him. What was she supposed to tell him?
That she didn’t like him? He’d know it was a lie. That it would simply
not work out? He’d want to know why not. 
So she humored him, making excuses to all his invitations but not
saying no out-right. She felt so guilty about the situation. She knew
she had to nip it in the bud but a large, powerful part of her liked
the attention. It felt good to be wanted again, to see that look in
somebody’s eyes and to know what it meant. The problem was that it was
also very frustrating - for both of them. He’d look deep into her eyes
and she’d melt. She’d long to kiss him, to hold onto his broad chest
and pull him close. Instead she’d be forced to look away, or make a
silly joke to diffuse the situation. And then, when the moment had
passed and she could breathe again, then the aching in her berates
would be at it’s worst.
She sighed and turned back to the computer. She was working on a large
complicated spreadsheet and it was giving her troubles. Why was it
that computers used such strange symbols and functions to do the
simplest little calculation?

After a few minutes she got a creepy feeling in her neck and she
turned around to see Mark standing in her doorway.
“Uhm - sorry - I didn’t want to bother you.” he said, blushing deeply.
Yeah, right. You just happened to be standing there staring at my butt.
“Can I come in?” he said when she didn’t reply.
No, go away. Leave me alone. I don’t have the energy to deal with you
as well.
She nodded.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about you since the opera.” he said as he
came in, his hands folded defensively in front of his body. “I was
very pleased to find somebody that shared my interest.”
She’d been trying to avoid this conversation for weeks. She’d been
keeping as far out of his way as was humanly possible. She’d really
thought he’d have forgotten about that incident by now.
“I know you liked it as much as I did. I could see the passion in your
face.” he continued, all the while staring at his feet, which was a
good thing or he might have seen her blush. “I was kinda hoping, that
is I was thinking, Uhm what I mean is..”
She couldn’t help but smile. He was such a kid.
“I would be honored if you’d go out with me. I would love to show you
some more of the Opera.”
He sounded as if he’d been rehearsing that line for days. Better sort
this out right now.
“Please sit down Mark. I think it’s time we talked.” She replied in
the same voice she used with her clients. He sat down gingerly.
“I know you like me, it’s glaringly obvious.”
He blushed even redder and she began to worry he might hurt himself.
How could there be any blood left for the rest of his body?
“The truth is I like you as well..” Oh lord, he’s face is going to
pop! “but not in that way. You are at least five years my junior.”
He was looking up at her, those sad puppy-dog eyes melting her heart.
She softened her tone.
“The truth is that I’m very flattered, but I’m simply not interested.”
He nodded, trying to keep a brave face.
“I don’t think we should talk to each other any more - It’s just going
to be to hard on both of us.”
She felt like a old school mistress telling a little boy not to smoke
behind the toilets.
“It’s just that, well I mean that..” he stuttered.
Suddenly she had no more patience left over.
“Mark, please leave now. I’m not interested. I will never be
interested.”
She turned around and pretended to be concentrating on the computer.
After a few seconds of silence she heard him rise and quietly leave
the office.

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