The Latex Queen
“No,” Jay blustered, “let’s…let’s get back to it, you know? Packing?”
Michelle’s smile deepened, the delicate bones of her cheeks standing out under her flashing eyes.
“What’s the matter, Jay?” she purred. The dress creaked quietly as she lowered her arm, the red rubber pooling like oil on the bed.
“Afraid you might like it?”
“What? No,” Jay stammered. “I just - you know - I mean…” he trailed off ineffectually.
Michelle raised her eyebrows quizzically, letting the silence build between them. Finally, she shrugged.
“Whatever,” she smiled. “Thanks for getting the box down.”
Leaving the dress to one side, she turned her attention back to the plastic container. It was as though the charged moment between them had never happened, as though Jay had imagined the whole thing, or completely misread her intentions.
It wouldn’t be the first time, he reflected ruefully. Stammering out some generic response, he retreated to the spare room as though he had been dismissed.
In the small room, Jay reapplied himself to sorting through Michelle’s possessions. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t noticed her tight little body before. They’d rented a cabin one Christmas, all four of them in happier times, and he’d seen Michelle rock a bikini like nobody’s business.
Jesus, don’t think of that now! Concentrate. Packing boxes, that’s what you’re here for. There was that dress she wore at a birthday party for Eddie, and he knew Jess had caught him looking, but she hadn’t said anything…..Stop it! The look in Michelle’s eyes just now…a shiver ran down Jay’s spine as he carried on methodically filling the box in front of him.
He didn’t turn around when he heard Michelle pass by the open door on her way downstairs, humming happily to herself. Good. Nothing up here but dusty old boxes. Nothing interesting. Nothing sexy. Nothing to get excited about.
Soon, both boxes were full. Piling one on top of the other, Jay lifted them with a grunt and started down the winding stairs. When he got to the living room, he stopped.
Michelle was staring right at him. There was that look again, that half-sinister smile under eyes that glittered like broken glass.
She was wearing the dress, the red latex tight against every curve of her body as though she had been poured into it. The long muscle of her thigh swelled out from beneath the short skirt that barely covered her crossed legs.
She had boots to match, he noticed, shiny red knee-high boots that laced all the way up the front with tall, chunky heels that made her legs seem even longer. A cut-out section in the front of the dress revealed the breathtaking swell of her cleavage, her breasts seeming to struggle against the unforgiving garment with every breath.
Her arms were crossed too, folded across her stomach between the twin counterbalancing swell of breasts and hips. Jay felt his cock swelling with a sudden rush of blood, his erection uncontrollable at the sight before his eyes.
Stumbling, he moved across the living room to set the boxes down. Michelle’s glowing eyes followed him the whole way.
“What do you think?”
Her voice, quiet though it was, cut the heavy air like a scalpel. Jay sighed as he stood, standing awkwardly and praying his erection couldn’t be seen through his jeans at this distance.
“It, er…it looks…you look very nice,” he managed.
As Michelle uncrossed her legs, Jay struggled to keep his eyes away from the visible triangle of darkness under her skirt that seemed to draw them in like a magnet to iron filings.
The dress creaked, clinging jealously around her as she stood. The skirt pulled tight around her thighs as she stood with her feet apart, her hands on her hips emphasizing the precarious narrowness of her waist and making her breasts stand out proudly from her slender body. The look in her eyes challenged him to meet her gaze, and he did his best to ignore the incredible body she had put so clearly on display.
“Nice?” she said slowly. “You think I look nice?”
“Well, I mean - maybe nice is the wrong - you look-”
“I look hot.”
“Yes,” Jay admitted, “yes you do. You look very hot.”
“Thank you,” Michelle grinned, white teeth flashing suddenly in her smile.
Her boots thumped on the floor as she approached him, the skintight dress groaning with every step, and Jay groaned too, inwardly, a groan of desire and frustration at the vision of sex incarnate in front of him. Michelle was his friend, his wife’s friend. Why was she tormenting him like this?
“I used to wear this for Eddie,” Michelle said, her voice even quieter now that they stood close.
He could smell the faint scent of her perfume as she stood in front of him, so close he could feel the heat rising from her young body. Stepping slowly, her heavy boots accentuating her long-legged strut, she circled him, as though appraising him carefully.
Jay gulped. The sexual tension in the room was electric. He could deny it as much as he liked, but they both knew the truth. She did look incredible, and any man would want her. It was almost impossible to believe it was the same woman who had come to the door earlier that morning with a face puffy from tears. Jay had never seen a woman look more in control than Michelle did now.
“He liked it too,” she said, her voice close by Jay’s ear. “You boys. So predictable.”
She laughed then, a sound that sent an inexplicable shudder down Jay’s spine. Michelle completed her circuit as she stood in front of him again, filling his vision, hands back on her hips with one foot thrust forward. That smile. Those eyes. Jay cringed. Was it his imagination, or did her eyes flicker, barely perceptibly, down to his crotch and back again?
“Yeah, well,” Jay said, clearing his throat as he spoke, “I should get…you know…”
Even in her tall boots, Michelle was much shorter than him. But the stare she fixed him with as she looked up into his face made him feel tiny. He tripped over his tongue, like a schoolboy who’d never seen a woman in a provocative dress before.
“Get to what, Jay?”
Michelle’s broad brow furrowed as she looked up at him quizzically, almost pouting.
“You know…packing,” he managed.
“Yes,” Michelle smiled, “of course. Packing.”
The silence fell between them again as Michelle grinned up at him. Jay knew he had to get away from this vixen. But somehow, his body seemed to have forgotten how. It was as though her shiny curves had cast a spell over him, and he was rooted to the spot as though turned to stone, another ornament for the garden of some wicked queen.