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portraying her shape in all the right places. She felt a
sense of command, of control and a confidence about herself
previously unknown.
    The high-heeled
boots not only added to her height but also shaped her thighs
admirably. The tall thin heels and the angle of her foot meant that
her back was required to arch and her chest push out to increase
the overall tightness of the suit. It also added to that bold and
confident look that she now had about her.
    She turned and
posed, admiring her reflection, smoothing her hands down over her
taut buttocks and thrilling at the feelings it produced for her.
The girl cupped her breasts and caressed them, kneading the soft
orbs through the thin leather covering. It felt delightful and the
strong smell of leather wafting up into her nostrils added yet
another dimension to the thrill she felt.
    One hand slid
down over her stomach, smoothing over the tight mound of her mons
and pressing the material into the folds of her pussy. Marinella
gasped at the sensations it produced. She shifted her feet apart
slightly so that the whole of the flat of her hand covered her
pussy, the feel of that action send surges of tugging sensation
fluttering through her insides. Her nipples had hardened and
pressed wonderfully against the inside of the material and then it
dawned on her - walking!
    Marinella took
a deep breath and then a couple of steps. It hit her instantly,
powerful and tearing were the sensations as the suit rubbed her
nipples. Best of all for her though was the way the leather rubbed
over her pussy lips and scraped over her hard clitoris. The girl
gasped at the strength of the feelings, paused to compose herself
and then took another step. It felt wonderful, simply wonder.
Moving masturbation that was heaven sent. She took three more steps
and then more, steeling herself in the lead up to her fast
approaching orgasm. Marinella panted as she walked, turning to
stride back down the room, the pounding feelings coming to her in
increasing strength and frequency. Her head felt light and
detached, her body began to tremble in pre-orgasmic flutters, her
legs stiffened and she braced herself in readiness.
    "What do
think?" Pauline's loud voice broke the spell as she entered the
room.
    Marinella left
out a huge sigh and rested against the wardrobe to steady herself,
"Christ I was on the point of coming when you came in."
    "Sorry,"
Pauline sang, "carry on don't mind me."
    Marinella was
bent over at the waist now, her hands on her knees and sucking in
air to control her trembling body.
    Pauline posed
before the mirror.
    "I didn't like
all of the talcum powder bit needed to get the suit on so I used
baby oil instead and the effects!"
    Marinella
groaned loudly.
    "God," Pauline
continued, "the way it slides around over my entire body as I walk
and around my pussy? Mmmm, it squelches as I move, massaging my
pussy lips and...."
    Marinella
screamed, her head threw back and her body crashed hard back
against the wardrobe. She shook and jerked as she orgasm tore
through her and then whimpered softly in pleasure as she slid down
to sit on the floor.
    Pauline looked
slightly shocked by the obvious power of her friend's orgasm. A
most erotic sight it had been indeed and she felt privileged to
have been able to watch it.
    "Perhaps I
might try the baby oil myself next time, "she said and clutched at
her own pussy.

Chapter 3
     
    The waiter in
the restaurant was returning her eye contact at every opportunity.
Holding her stare as he went about his work but returning often to
clear and to attend table that really didn't need any
attention.
    Pauline had
simply ordered a coffee and was on her second now. She had ogled
him constantly since her arrival, letting him know of her interest
in him, her very real interest, her sexual interest. The way his
tight black trousers showed his tight little backside and the lump
in the front, his jet-black hair and fine facial features but those
deep smouldering eyes of his. She