The fire still burned brightly in the large old fireplace. Casting dancing yellow lights on all surfaces facing it. A bitter cold wind howls outside and frost creeps into the corners of the old wooden window pains.

Sometimes lounge chairs seem to make the best places to sleep. Especially when they face the hipnotic flames of a fire on such a cold winter's night.

Nikki arches her back and stretches luxuriously in her chair. First stretching one arm over her head then the other. She reaches down and flips the lever on the side of the lounger. The foot rest retracts and the plushly padded chair comes upright. Her feet slip into a pair of red five inch pumps. She stands and examines her reflection in the large mirror above the mantle. Her hands slide effertlessly down her body. The light from the fireplace reflecting off her metallic silver lycra catsuit. Only her head isn't covered by the stretchy tight fabric. For being a mere thirty years old, she still has a perfect petite body, barely four feet eleven, with modest firm breasts. Increadible legs and a slender but lean figure. Her long glossy black hair hangs loosely down her back, almost touching the top her tight nicely rounded rear. Her electric blue eyes shine with the reflected firelight. Nicky's Japanese ancestery still very evident in her facial features.

In the modeling business they referred to her as `terminally cute', and she has a quiet and innocent manner with an evil smile. Nicky enjoys both the dark side of modeling with it's vices and loose morals, and the glitzy side. Where only the glamour of the runway and the photo shoots matter.

Nicky's catsuit was skintight and seamless, save for the tiny zipper that runs from her neck to halfway down her back. A product of the technology that receintly produced the new seamless pantyhose which she also enjoys the feel of against her perfect pale skin. Nicky greatly enjoys the freedom of her older house with its large rooms. Here she can dress as she wants and do what she wants and not consern herself with apartment neighbors.

Nicky moves over to the window and listens to the cold wind whipping the trees back and forth. Her lycra covered finger touches the frost on the glass and melts a hole in it. She turns and glances at the grandfather clock, almost midnight. She steps back to the table next to her lounger and retrieves her glass of sherry. Caressing the bottom of the glass with her hand and swirling the reddish liquid around in the broad glass. She downs the last of it. Feeling its heat slide down her chest. She absently sets the glass back on the table.

Nicky places her lycra covered hand on her flat belly and lets it slide down between her legs. She feels her passion rise as she rubs herself thru the thin lycra. Her back arches and she throws her head back as her arrousal spreads. Her other hand carresses its way down to her thigh. She takes a step sideways and her hand cluches hard at her inner thigh. She feels that need that only a man's loins can cure. She turns and stairs at the telephone for a long time before she finally moves toward it. She opens her purse and finds the business card she's written his phone number on. She dials David's number aware of the late hour on this Thrusday night. Her arroused passion causing her to dismiss it. Knowing that as a man David would be hard pressed to refuse her. She hoped he wouldn't.

The phone rings the fourth time and Nicky's almost looses her nerve and hangs up.

"Hello...?" Comes his sleepy voice in her ear.

"Um...", she faulters, nervously pressing and rubbing her fingers between her thighs. "David. This is Nikki. Sorry to bother you, but, can you come over?"

"Um, sure Nikki. Everything ok?"

"Yes. I just need a little company."

"Ok, I'll be right over." Nikki hears the click and dial tone as David hangs up.

She can't believe what she's just done. Waking David up and asking him to come over. Her hands keep rubbing her hips and thighs as her arrousal continues. Now he's coming over. To see her wearing one of her casuits. What will he think of her. She's been wearing this one since she came home from work. Nikki nervously looks around. She hurries into the kitchen and grabs two glasses and a bottle of wine and sets them on the counter. Then she looks at her luscious body in the mirror again. Her fingers still rubbing between her thighs. Her heart is racing as she wonders how he'll react to her dressed like this. She can't seem to get enough of the silky tightness of the lycra covering her body. The electric sensations that carress her skin as she runs her hands over herself.

The door bell rings and Nikki jumps. Now her heart is really pounding. She looks around nervously and grabbs a long black lycra wrap skirt and throws it around her waist. She stands behind the door as she opens it. Partly to keep out of the wind and partly to hide herself. Her head peers around the edge as she motions David inside the warm hallway. His collar turned up against the wind and he quickly enters to get out of the cold. He hardly even notices Nicky as she closes the door behind him. Nikki is starting to feel embarrised by what she is wearing. She takes his coat and hangs it on a hook in the hallway. David turns and watches and trys not to notice the strange outfit Nikki is wearing. The hall light casting reflections along the lines of her body as she moves. Nicky is suddenly very selfconsious of her every movement. The way every curve of her body appears to be covered in metallic silver paint. Leaving everything and nothing to the imagination. She often forgets what she's wearing and the reactions visitors might have to it. Nikki looks at David and smiles warmly, then she takes his hand in her's and leads him into the living room. The fire gives the room a warm glow and warms their bodies.

"Would you mind pouring?" Her hand indicating the wine and glasses on the counter.

David obliges and returns to where Nikki is now sitting on the couch with two glasses of white wine. He hands her one and sits next to her. A long uncomfortable silence follows as they sip their wine. He and Nikki had been friends for several months and he had always been too shy to really ask her out on a serious date, or tell her how he felt about her. Now he just lets his eyes roam over her body. Her hard nipples poking at the thin silver fabric. David can feel himself getting rock hard. Nicky lets her eyes roam too. David's large buldge in his jeans is what she's after tonight and she delights in its sight. Although, still slightly selfconsious about wearing her catsuit and letting someone see her in it. Nicky looks up and their eyes met. She sets her glass down and stands in front of him. Her fingers pull at the string ties of her wrap skirt and it drops silently to the floor. David's eyes widened with delight as they run down her shapely body taking in every skintight lycra covered curve, finally stopping at her hips. He realizes he's stairing at her hips and that their's no mound visable under her skintight outfit.

Nikki takes his hand and pulls him up. She kneels in front of him and her hands move quickly undoing his belt.

"Nikki, I..."

"Hush." Came her soft rebuke.

Her hands unsnap his pants and ever so slowly pull his zipper down. She works his jeans down to his knees. Her hand reaches into his cotton briefs and fishes his shaft out. Nikki is delighted to find it long and rigid. Her head dives down and her mouth sucks it in. David moans softly in response. He watches as Nikki's head bobs back and forth. Her wet lips and tongue sliding along his long length. Her hand fondling his balls with a playfully light touch. David felt his pleasure rising quickly. Nikki paused for a moment.

"I'm sorry David. But I need this. I need you!"

David was in no position to complain.

"Their's nothing to be sorry about. We both need this."

His words caused her great relief. She had always suspected David felt the same way about her. She simply could never bring herself to come right out and ask him. She stood and pulled his shirt up and over his head throwing it to one side. Then she kneeled again aware of his rigid penis just in front of her face. Her tongue darting around its head as she removed his shoes and pants. David's lean and slightly muscular body stood naked before her. Her lycra covered hands sliding up and down his thighs. Her eyes never leaving his hard shaft.

She took his hand and pulled his nakedness down on top of her lycra covered body on a large thigh rub in front of the raging fire place. Nikki pressed her lycra hips against his rigid shaft and he moaned loadly. David couldn't believe the sensation of his naked body against the lycra. Like an erotic electric feeling. He held her wrists above her head pinned to the floor. Then he let them slide down her arms to her shoulders and over her silver breasts. His fingers gently carressing her hard nipples under the lycra. Nikki squirmed and moaned with delight. His hands fondling her round orbs. Her lycra hands rubbing his firm hips and playing with his crack.

"Oh god David! Quick grab the scisssors on the drawer behind you! I must have you inside of me now!"

David sat back between her silver thighs and saw the large wet spot in Nikki's crouch and did as requested.

"Now, cut a hole in the crouch of my catsuit. Hurry David!"

He carefully pinches the center of her crouch. She inhales sharply as his fingers grab the wet fabric and pull it away from her vigina. He makes a neat slit in the catsuit and tosses the scissors to the floor.

"Now David! Enter me Now!" Nikki panted.

David quickly placed his hands on the floor under her arms. Nikki's silky hand guided his rigid shaft getween her wet pussy lips. She moved his head up and down just inside her lips. He worked his way into her. Nikki felt his rigid veined shaft as it moved deeper. Her heels wrapped around his hips, pushing him in. Her passion at its peak. David felt her tight pussy slide along his cock. He pulled his hips back until just his head was still in her then thrust himself deep into her womanhood. He felt his shaft hit the end of her tunnel as his hips pumped faster and faster. Nikki swquiming wildly under him. Her lycra covered hands running all over his back and hips. The sensation increasing his pleasure. She had waited for this for a long time and it was everything she could imagine.

"Cum in me David! Oh god, cum now!" Her intense lycra pleasure had peeked.

"I'm cumming..." Was all he could manage as his loins pulsed and he shot a load of sperm into her tight pussy. His hips slowed as his shaft softened and Nikki's thrashing became less wild. Her arms dropped to the floor and they both lay panting. Suddenly Nikki loooked at David and wrapped her silver arms around him tightly and pulled him down. Their lips finally meeting in a long passionate kiss.

David realized he had never actually touched her skin. Always just her hand covered by a lycra glove. Nikki seamed to be reading his thoughts.

"You'll have to wait and see if you get under my catsuit. Besides, I'm not done with you yet boy. The night is still young."

David leaned back and let his limp shaft slip out. Juices dripped on the soft rug between her shiny silver thighs. He easily picked her up and layed her gently on the couch. Then refilled their glasses with wine and lounged at the other end of the couch. His legs wide and his glissening penis hanging limp between them like a some stud. Another long silence followed.

"Damn you're good! Where did you learn to make love like that."

"That'll have to be my secret for now, besides, doesn't it take two...?"

"Ummmm, quite true. It does take two."

His eyes roamed over her lycra covered body.

I've never felt a sentation like that spandex against my body. I think I have some idea why you like to wear them."

Nikki just smiled. She finished the last of her wine and suddenly got up and grabbed his wrist. David barely had enough time to set his glass down before being pulled behind her toward the bedroom.

"As I said, you aren't finished yet!" Came her soft and wicked sounding voice.

She let go of his wrist as they entered her bedroom. Nikki hopped on the bed on all fours. Her tight pussy high in the air facing David. Her face resting on the lycra sheets on the bed.

"Now, fuck me hard!" She ordered.

David felt his cock get hard as he rushed over to her. His fingers parting her wet clit. His other hand placing his head between them. Then he drove his cock in hard and fast. He grabbed her sliver hips and stabbed harder and harder and they both screamed with pleasure. He leaned forward over her back and stroked under her flat belly. Then back up and cupped her modest breasts fondling them as they hang below her like some bitch in heat. Her nipples poking against her tight silver lycra.

"Oh David! I love the way your cock penitrates my hot pussy!"

Nikki's voice breaks into a series of quick short grunts as David's penis pounds her cunt. David,s hands slide back to her hips and pull her back onto his hot dagger even harder and faster. Nikki screams with delight. His lean thighs rubbing the backs and insides of her's. The silky smooth lycra driving them both wild. David couldn't hold back any longer. His body overloaded with sexual and lycra strimulation. His cock pulsed and he emptied another load of sperm deep into her cunt. She tightened her clit and spasmed violently shaking the bed as her orgasm wracks her body then suddenly drops to the bed exhausted. David drops next to her.

David woke the next morning alone. He wondered naked into the kitchen. Under the empty wine bottle was a note.

"Dearest David,

My appologies for leaving you. Please make yourself at home. You must be hungry after last night's activities. Pick me up at six and we will see a movie. See you then.

Love Nikki."

David carefully folded the note and smiled remembering the night before.

END.