The fuck

I took him by the hand and led him to the bed and jumped onto it. My skin was electric, I'd been waiting for this for the entire walk back.

"Wait, wait, in that?!" He raised an eyebrow.

"In what?" I was confused.

"Oh." He chuckled to himself and reached for his phone.

I looked down, instantly aware of a change. I knew I had been wearing this on some level, but I didn't notice it. I hadn't even noticed that I hadn't noticed it. I was on the bed wearing a black latex dress. I stretched at it and marvelled as it snapped back tightly onto me. I looked at him as I rubbed my temple, processing what this meant.

"I've been wearing this all day?"

He smiled, simultaneously nervously and proudly, answering my question.

I looked down at myself some more and noticed my leather, high heeled boots that I could barely stand in. "And these! I walked all the way there in these things?! No wonder my feet are so tired. Wait, why was nobody reacting to me wearing these clothes?"

He smiled.

I thought about the implications of this. I'd been unknowingly at his whim throughout the day. Publicly. This did nothing but arouse me more. I felt another surge of need. I wanted him to fuck me in the dress he made me wear. "Just get over here, boy."

I looped one of my booted legs around one of his and pulled him towards the bed. He didn't need much persuading. I wriggled out of my panties and spread my legs for him. The latex hemline slipped up my parted legs of its own volition, rolling up to free my legs. I fell onto my back and he climbed over me.

The relief of his entry felt better than any massage. I couldn't contain myself as we fucked. I had to fight the urge to scream from the overstimulation. I felt like I'd unlocked a level of arousal I couldn't have imagined before. I felt like the climax I was working towards had been building all day.

As he pushed into me with vigor, I tried not to move. I tried to imagine myself relaxing into his whims, just like I had earlier. It worked for me. He fucked my intentionally still body with a masculine energy I needed. I let myself submit.

I took his hand and placed it on my breast. He was rougher with me than the man, but this is what I needed from him. It felt like electricity spreading across my body. I felt myself shake and cramp as climax approached. I pulled him towards me so I could kiss him when I came.

Lost in his own pleasure, he continued to fuck, pushing me over the edge. A scream did escape. In his own world, he pulled out of my grip, straightened his back and continued to fuck me, extending my climax. I had to close my eyes to limit my stimulation until he came, himself.

By the time he collapsed onto the bed next to me, my body was still twitching, processing its own pleasure.

We lay there for a while, bedding and clothes strewn over the place, until I decided that I'd had enough of the uncomfortable shoes.

"What was that..?" I wondered to myself as I ran my hand along my leather-encased calf, exploring for a zip. A lot had happened in a short space of time, and I'd been operating on instinct for all of it. I hadn't stopped to question what all of it had meant for me.

I had always known that losing control intoxicated me, but I had never resigned that much of my power. It was unbearably hot; thinking about it was already starting to turn me on even after what was probably the best sex of my life.

I folded my knee up to my chest so I could use both hands to look for the zip.

The exchange with the 'old' man fascinated me. I knew with certainty now that it wasn't from the app: I had allowed him to do what he had. If he hadn't walked away, it scared me to wonder how far I'd have let him go. He could easily have gone lower with his hand.

I shivered from the goosebumps at the thought of it. I looked over at my boyfriend sleeping next to me like a serene log, half aroused and half concerned. Did he plan it? Does he know what happened? Will he blame me? What if I want more? Can he handle that?

I needed to read he had written in the app to help me understand where my feelings stopped and its manipulation started.

The frustration of still having not found the zip finally distracted me out of my thoughts. Frustrated, I lifted my leg in front of me and inspected it. There was a channel for a zip, but nothing to pull. I tried to tug at the boot, pulling the lip down, but there was no give.

I hated that being trapped in other clothes was so arousing in that moment. I wondered if I should wake him, try to open his phone or just pass out myself.