So did Jessica. The sound of the impatient tapping of her foot sent shivers up my spine. I had broken Jessica's house rules and knew she would punish me. Still, feeling petulant I gave myself a few minutes to gather my senses before I dared turn to face her. I could feel my face still hot. Despite a valiant effort on my part it was nigh on impossible to hide the flush of my orgasm. "Having fun?" she said, towering over me in her heels. Jessica had been to a trade fair, so had dressed head to toe in latex. Encased would be a better word, for the clothes clung to her voluptuous curves. Jessica sat on the edge of the bed. "I can smell pussy," she said. Then, without warning, she took hold of my arm and raised my gloved hand to her face. She held my fingers to her nose and breathed deeply, looking directly into my eyes. "Well?"

I felt my blush deepen; the hot flush burning my cheeks almost matched the intensity I had felt between my legs moments before. My embarrassment increased when Jessica parted her pink painted lips and casually slipped my forefinger into her mouth. She sucked on the latex a moment before running her tongue along the length of my finger playfully. "Don't worry," she said, untying my ankles and pulling me upwards off the bed. "I'm not going to eat you. Unless you want me to, of course." I knew that wouldn't happen. Jessica often teased me this way, but she always denied me the pleasure of her tongue. "Why don't you give me a little fashion parade? I see you've slipped into the electric blue."