stop asking questions if you explain what’s going on.”
“I told you,” she said, sounding totally exasperated, “but I’ll explain it one more time. You wished for me. I materialized. Sort of like the genie in the lamp, except you rubbed my body. Now I’m yours to play with. Do what you want with.” She reached over and grabbed Justin’s cock through the crotch of his jeans. “And I’ll bet I know just what you want.”
Justin almost said “Do anything?” but he thought one more question might make her disappear again. He looked her over carefully from head to foot, and he had to agree that he wanted to play with that. She was a perfect sex object, and the cat suit brought out both her best features. And great features they were. He reached out and touched the tip of one breast with the end of his index finger. His finger met warm, firm flesh.
Her laugh was deep and throaty. “No, your hand doesn’t pass right through me. I’m real. Flesh and blood.” She stepped back and placed her hands on her hips. “And not bad flesh it is, too.” She turned left and right, modeling, showing off her fantastic body.
“Not bad at all,” Justin said. “And it’s really mine to play with?”
“All yours. What would you like?”
Oh God, he thought, what would he like? Everything. In his twenty-eight years, he’d never had an offer like that. Everything. Where to start? “How long do I have you for?”
“For now. The rest kind of works itself out.” She cupped her breasts through the lacy black material of the cat suit. “Want to start here?”
“Oh yes,” Justin said and cupped both palms over her magnificent breasts. He felt the nipples come alive in his hands as his fingers kneaded and squeezed. “Not too hard,” she said. “Wouldn’t want to bruise the merchandise.”
“Sorry,” Justin said. “Why don’t you come here and sit beside me?”
She sat on the edge of the bed and, as Justin’s hand continued to caress her breasts, unbuttoned his shirt. “Umm,” she purred. “Nice. I’m not overly fond of big hairy chests. Yours is smooth and so good to touch.” She ran her hands over his skin, touching all the places Justin loved to be touched. Her fingers were almost electric, causing shivers down his back. “Maybe you’d like me to take this off,” she said, pulling at his shirt. He moved so his arms pulled out of the sleeves. “Yes,” she purred. “Nice.”
“And maybe you’d like to take that outfit off, too.”
“Oh no.” She fiddled with the front of the garment and soon two of the intricate leaves that had appeared to grow from the vines on the suit were in her hand. “These seem to be part of the pattern, but they really come off. See?”
He did see. The leaves that she had removed exposed her large deep brown nipples. “Very convenient.” He pinched her swollen tips, causing them to get harder and tighter. “Very convenient.”
She tugged at Justin’s belt. “I thought you’d think so. It’s for sale, but more of that later. How about taking this off?” she purred.
Justin needed no urging. His cock was so swollen that his pants had become terribly uncomfortable. What the hell? He stood, quickly pulled off his jeans and shorts. Now naked, he sat back down on the bed, his cock sticking straight up from his groin like a flagpole. “That’s so big,” she purred. “Can I touch it?”
Justin was afraid that if she touched his cock, he’d go off right then. What the hell? “Sure. Touch away.”
She seemed to know exactly what he wanted. She wrapped her hand around his stiff cock and pushed down, then rubbed the tightened skin over the tip with the fingers of her other hand. She trapped the head of his cock in her hand, pressed down, and, as the head pushed through her tightened fingers, her other hand grasped it. Justin was in heaven.
“This would work better with some Geneva Lube,” she said, and almost instantly a tube of slippery stuff appeared in her hand. She squeezed a big glob in her palm and went back to work, rubbing his cock. He was trembling with the excitement of it all, but he wasn’t quite to the point of coming. It was as though she knew how to keep him just below his peak.
“Would you like me to lick it?” she asked, her voice soft and sensuous.
“Oh God,” Justin groaned, dropping onto his back and spreading his legs.
“How about some Geneva-flavored gel?” she said and, as if by magic, a jar had appeared and she was spreading some on his cock. The scent of chocolate filled his nostrils. “It comes in strawberry and banana, too.”
She sounded kind of like a commercial, but when her mouth enveloped his penis, he forgot everything else. Her mouth was amazing, as talented on his cock as her hand had been. She lay the flat of her tongue against the underside of his cock, then pulled her head back with just enough suction. Her tongue flicked the tip and swirled around the head. God, she was good. It felt as if he were soaring.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” she said a while later.
“Absolutely.” If her pussy was as great as her hands and mouth, he was in for the best fuck of his life.
“A Geneva tickler,” she said, unrolling a condom over his cock. “See,” she added, “it has a little thingie on the end that unrolls when you come inside of me. Actually, I’ve never felt anything, but it’s supposed to be the best so I always use one.”
Before he had time to react, she straddled his hips and lowered her hot pussy onto his cock. “See how convenient,” she said. “The suit has no crotch so I can do this very easily.”
Her hot pussy surrounded his cock, and she raised and lowered her body, fucking him expertly. “Good?”
“Oh God,” he groaned, trying not to come. Make it last, he vowed, but it was no use. He climaxed almost immediately.
“That was really good,” she said only moments later. “I have some Geneva towelettes here.” She pulled off the condom and used the cool towel to clean his cock and balls. “See? All nice and clean. These are really useful for those away-from-the-bedroom fucks.”
“Yeah,” Justin moaned. “Convenient.”
“Okay. How many would you like?”
“Huh?” Justin’s fuzzy mind tried to understand what she was saying.
“How many? Or would you like a dozen of the tickler condoms. They’re on sale this week.”
“Okay, I’m gone. What’s going on?”
“I was just trying to take your order.”
“Order?”
“Sure. The cat suit’s only forty-nine ninety-five. Or you might want to order the lube or the gel.”
“But I don’t want to order anything.”
“So why were you looking at the catalog?” she asked, a bit bemused.
“I just like to look at your picture. And all the other girls, too.”
“You don’t want to order anything?”
“No. Not really.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing.”
“Well then, it’s been fun.”
Slowly her body began to dissolve. “Wait,” Justin said. “I don’t get it.”
“If you don’t buy anything, you don’t get the ordering service,” she said. “Bye.”
“But wait—”
“No order, no service. Sorry.” And she was gone.
Justin stared at the spot where she had been, then picked up the catalog and gazed. Then he stroked the model’s picture. “I’d