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The Medallion popped off of Jo's forehead, clinking to the ground ominously. The duo writhed in pleasure on the floor of the warehouse, oblivious to their surroundings. In the dead silence of the night, one could almost hear the buzzing of the suit vibrating deep within the girls.
That silence was barely broken by the soft footfalls of a rubberized sole; a pair of pink latex gravity heels trod slowly across the warehouse grounds. No one was around to witness as the pink heels carried a figure into the light; heels that did not end at the ankle. Heels that went on forever, its latex wrapping tightly around its wearer... sealing her in seamless latex from head to toe, with nothing exposed but her eyes.
The figure was stunning; pretty in pink, it stepped over the two black suited girls moaning on the ground. It bent over with a slight smirk, hidden under the latex, to pick up the medallion that lay on the ground.
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Overlooking the river, the Hotel Notre-Dame Saint Michel was a stone's throw away from the magnificent Notre-Dame Cathedral. It was a prime location for sightseeing and a great kick-off point for all things touristy... but Rinoa and Matt weren't the slightest bit interested in being tourists... at least not right now.
Rinoa blushed as the couple stepped into the lobby, biting her tongue and willing herself not to cry out in pleasure. Matt grabbed her arm and tugged her along, his left hand grasping a remote in his pocket. Approaching the counter, he turned the dial up to 'High' and greeted the receptionist.
It took all of Rinoa's mental capacity and sheer willpower to keep herself quiet. She couldn't stand still. She kept finding herself unconsciously pushing her ass out and arching her back - a natural reaction to the stimulation between her legs - and constantly corrected her posture.
"Bonjour Monsieur, welcome to the Notre-Dame hotel, how can I help you?"
"Hi, I have a reservation - Honey, behave yourself! - I have a reservation for a Matthew Parker? It might have been made under August Williams."
Rinoa let out a slight whimper, "Bayyyy- ohhh... Babe, I'm... Mmmm... I'm going to go sit over therrrreee... o-okay?"
She limped awkwardly to a nearby chair, sinking herself into it. The orgasm was just around the corner, but Rinoa willed herself to hold it off. She could think only of the tight microfiber hugging her body, so deliciously hidden under her parka and dress, the only clue to her hidden pleasure being her tightly wrapped legs, appearing to be nothing more than an innocent pair of black stockings. She couldn't even feel her dress... or her jacket. All her tactile senses were focused solely on the suit. If she closed her eyes she could've sworn she was wearing nothing else.
Matt finished up the check-in process and turned to Rinoa.
"Our room is ready, you want to go up now or stay here for a drink?"
Rinoa shot him a death stare, only to have her eyes glaze over as the vibrator hidden between her folds tore her mind away from the conversation.
"Okay, c'mon, let's go." Matt offered, turning the toy down a little. Rinoa stood feebly, striding past her boyfriend with mock dignity, only to be caught mid-stride by the sudden vibration between her legs.
"Psych. Hahahaha, c'mon lets go."
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As the couple spilled into the room, Rinoa collapsed on to the floor, moaning as she lifted her dress, grabbing at the toy lodged firmly between her legs. It was held in place by the tightness of the catsuit she wore, vibrating firmly under her suit's crotch zipper, which was, in turn, secured by a small padlock.
Rinoa tried fighting with it for the briefest of moments, only to give up and redirect her efforts. She pushed the toy deep into her pussy and rocked her hips, feeling an orgasm building.
Matt put their luggage by the door and took the remote out. He watched his girlfriend's attempts at sweet release and turned the vibrations down. Rinoa moaned in frustration, turning her head to glare at Matt.
"What? I was feeling left out!"
Rinoa pounced on Matt, the couple falling onto the bed. Rinoa straddled her squeeze, tearing her jacket off of her body. Her dress followed quickly after. Matt undid his shirt as Rinoa ground her crotch against his. She stripped him down to his birthday suit and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. The couple explored each other's mouths, lips locked in a passionate french kiss, in the spirit of the city they were in.
Matt exhaled as Rinoa pulled away from him. He watched as her perfect, catsuit clad body strode to their baggage. She bent over in mock carelessness, giving him a full view of her rear end. As she fumbled with the luggage, Matt reached over and picked up the remote.
She pulled out a black latex catsuit and turned to her boyfriend. She strode seductively to him, unzipping the suit as she approached. Giving him a sly smile, she rubbed the sensuous fabric against his skin. She began to dress him slowly in the tight fabric, and Matt responded in kind by turning up the intensity of the toy inside her, pushing it higher the more she dressed him.
On all fours now, Rinoa moaned, stretching herself, savoring the vibrations coursing through her body. She pulled the suit up Matt's body, guiding his manhood into the suit's sheath. Her breath came in short gasps as she closed it around his chest, the vibrations growing more and more intense. She hugged her lover, arms reaching behind him tugging at the zipper.
The zipper climbed Matt's back; Rinoa arched hers and moaned, the toy inside her pushed to its limits. As Matt's suit closed, sealing him in tight black latex, He hugged Rinoa close and rolled over, turning her on to the bed. He kissed her passionately on the lips, before moving his efforts farther south. Rinoa drew short gasps of air as his tongue explored her body. She shuddered as he nibbled on her nipples poking through the thin microfiber of her suit. Her hips rocked as he kissed her flat belly. She moaned as his tongue prodded at her clitoris, which was so desperately throbbing for attention.
Matt reached across the bed and produced a key from his jeans' pocket. He removed his girlfriend's padlock and undid the crotch zipper. Rinoa gasped, cold air blowing across her naked crotch. She felt the toy slide out of her pussy, no longer being restrained by the tightness of her suit. She almost felt the teasing begin to fade... and then she cried out in pleasure.
Matt pushed the toy deep into her, the vibrations of the toy building her arousal inside her. His tongue flicked across her vulva, teasing her... She yelped as he licked her clit, bringing all the internal sensations to the surface in one huge jolt of juicy pleasure.
She arched her back and pushed her pelvis towards him, his endless teasing bringing her nothing but pleasurable frustration... it was such a contradiction... but the couple loved it. She moaned as he took slow licks, starting at the base of her labia upwards, but not quite stroking her clit. She looked down in frustration, her mind focused only on anticipating the next moment of contact. Her body melted, her muscles twitched in pleasure, wanting nothing but release.
Rinoa tensed as his tongue danced across her vulva, over the vibrator. She let out a moan as the motion continued across her clit. She clenched her pussy involuntarily around the vibe and moaned, Matt continuing his assault on her senses. She knew it was coming... she could feel the orgasm building. She felt her clitoral roots tense up, her hands grasping at the sheets beneath her...
But then she cried out in frustration as the licking stopped. Matt pulled the vibe out. Rinoa's mind was frazzled, but before the sensation could subside, Matt pressed the vibe into her clit. Her teeth clenched and she arched her body back, straining against the suit.
Rinoa became uncomfortably aware that there was a hole between her legs that needed to be filled, and Matt read her mind. She slipped into heaven as he thrust into her, the vibrator pushed firmly against her clit. Rinoa cried out in pleasure as she felt her body reach the top of the cliff. All at once, her muscles spasmed uncontrollably in blissful orgasm. Matt thrust into her one last time as he came. He rolled over next to her and turned to face her.
"That was awesome," he panted.
"I've been waiting for this since we got on the plane..."
"Hey, it was your idea to wear the suit and the vibe."
Rinoa chuckled weakly, as she felt her consciousness slip away. Matt leaned over and kissed her, before relaxing and letting himself fall asleep.
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Rinoa awoke first. She got up, feeling the suit stretch against her body. She felt a draft between her legs and realized her crotch zip was still undone... That was wrong. Suits were meant to enclose... and this opening was unacceptable. She closed the zip and climbed out of the bed, its cold metal pressing against her now slightly-sore sensitive bits. The sun was setting outside the window. Rinoa sighed. They'd wasted the day in bed.
She leaned over and kissed Matt.
"Wake up, sugar. Lets get some dinner."
Matt drifted into consciousness slowly, realizing that he was still in his soiled catsuit.
"...mmmbabyI..." Matt moved his tongue around his dry mouth. "Baby I should wash up and change first."
Rinoa smiled cheekily, "Can I join you?"
"Very funny. C'mon, you should get changed too. Dibs on the shower though." Matt chuckled as he made his way to the toilet, reaching for his zip as he did so.
It should have taken the couple no longer than thirty minutes to clean up and leave the hotel room. But since Rinoa decided to follow Matt into the toilet, the couple didn't come out until the sun had well and truly set. When they were finally dressed in socially acceptable attire, they decided to hunt for food in the area before returning to the hotel for a second round of fun. But as they opened the door of their room, they found a package waiting for them at the door.
"Oh, baby, you know how I feel about packages. We can't go until we open it." Rinoa begged.
"I'm pretty hungry... but yeah, I sorta want to know whats inside too."
It was a plain brown box, about the size of a stack of office paper. The hotel staff had scribbled their room number messily across the label, obscuring the sender's name and address. They could sort of make out "-ronto, CA".
"It's from Toronto... August?"
"I think so, let's open it!"
The box's lid came off quickly, revealing a bundle of black fabric. Rinoa and Matt's hearts collectively skipped a beat. She lifted the garment out of the box and found it was a microfiber catsuit. She inspected the suit and found no zippers... only a slit across the front of the suit's neck. Rinoa knew this suit all too well. It seemed to be the same suit that August had tricked her into being stuck in the very first time she let her explore her fetish.
"There's one more," Matt said, pulling out another similar suit. "I guess one's for me!"
"...you know what, babe? I'm not really that hungry..."
Matt gave her a knowing glance, playing along, "Wow, yeah, neither am I..."
"You know what these are right?"
"Is it the same?"
Rinoa inspected the suit, the anticipation causing her to moisten under the inferior catsuit that currently clad her body. "There's some metallic thingy in the chest of the suit though... that wasn't there before."
"Yeah... Mine has one too. Its like some kind of... amulet? Medallion? I don't know."
"It's probably nothing. The rest of it is the same though; on your own, you can put it on, but you can't take it off... Not without a second person to help you."
"...well, there're two of us..."
Rinoa gave Matt a devious smile. "...two of us..."