* The Scent
After eating at the Cafe, I followed Roz towards the first of my medical scans. Like Tina and Suzanne had before, she stopped every few steps, but even so I felt like I had to almost run to keep up with the huge strides. The office was busy now, and we passed a number of women on the way. Each of them was dressed in a white labcoat, and each stopped to stare down at me as I walked by. In fact, combined with the white walls, everything around me was white except the exposed feet and ankles of the scientists. They all wore very brightly colored flat shoes, most of which resembled beach sandals. The way Rosnell had referred to me as a 'scarce resource' during lunch made it sound like I was property of the lab. However, the morning shower schedule made me feel much more pampered than prisoner. When I confessed that I had clearly couldn't operate the showers by myself, not being able to reach the water or soap or anything really, Roz assured me they would assign someone to help me every morning.
We came to a set of double doors, with a sign labeled Diagnostic Scan Station (DSS). Rosnell held the door open, so walked underneath her arm and into the room. "Hello Andy, I'm the DSS labtech, we've been expecting you." Her hair was brown and held back in a simple pony tail. She stood with her hand on a massive white metal and plastic medical-looking table. The head of the table was attached to an imposing looking machine. "Step right over here and I'll help you up." Her attention shifted above and behind me, "Roz, we'll blue you when he's finished." I turned to see Roz heading the other way as the door closed behind me. They certainly were organized around here. No sooner had I walked up to the woman, and she bent down, quickly lifted me up by my armpits, and seated me on the edge of the table. I looked at her exactly eye to eye, and realized that hadn't happened since I arrived in this strange place. "This machine is a magnetic resonance and diffraction spectrometer, or MRDS. It uses magnets to scan cellular structures. You won't feel a thing, but you'll hear some noise as the scan progresses. Would you like some music to listen to?"
"I guess that would be nice, something relaxing maybe?"
"Of course. Here is an eyemask." She handed me a black fabric eye coverup that was obviously designed for their size not mine. The scanner will operate around you, and some find it disorienting. Feel free to wear the mask to block it out. Don't worry about the moving parts, a barrier will protect you from accidentally touching them. Do you have any questions? Ohh and do you need to use the restroom?"
I was just going to lay here and listen to music right? I couldn't think of anything. "I'm good. No questions I can think of."
"Excellent. It should take about an hour. If you need to get up for a break, just let me know. Some people just sleep through it, so we finish it all in one go. Lie back on the table." I flipped my legs up onto the table. "Move yourself up, more more, get your head all the way on this pillow here." By the time my head reached the top I felt like I was hardly using any of the huge scan table. It was cold, hard, and incredibly clean. "Perfect. Now just sit tight." She left the room, and after just a minute some music started. It was soothing, yet entirely unfamiliar. Soft sounds, perhaps like string instruments, but more electronic. The clothes they had left for me were plenty comfortable and resembled a sweat-suit made of shiny blue fabric. Then I heard her voice amplified through some speakers. "Safety barrier engaged. Andy, please lift your hand to be sure the barrier is operating normally." I lifted my hand, and a little more than a foot above it came in contact with something solid but entirely invisible. It didn't seem to have any noticeable reflections, as you see in clear glass. Wow, what was that? "That's good Andy, now just relax. You can move if you need to, but try to stay still."
Then the real excitement began. A set of rings slid down from above my head and hung free above me. Whatever was holding them up must have been below the table out of my view. As they began to spin, I could hear a distinct hum and a rustling of air around them. A single solid post descended lengthwise. It moved to the left and began to spin around the entire table, periodically rotating above me before disappearing below. They were all moving incredibly fast, and then the rings started dancing up and down and side to side as part of some elaborately choreographed movement. At first watching it was simply fascinating, but after a short while I felt fatigued from trying to track the motion. I brought the mask to my eyes. It flopped around the side of my face, but shielded me from the chaotic view of the machine. I relaxed back into the music. The pattern was different now, ambient new age, and equally soothing.
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I had no idea how much time had passed when I felt the nudge at my shoulder. "Wake up Andy. We're all done." I opened my eyes to the labtech and Roz both standing over and staring at me. It took a minute to mentally wake up, and when I did, I immediately felt self-conscious. "There you are. See, you fell right to sleep. When you're ready I'll help you off the table." Still groggy, it took me a moment to sit up and slide my legs over the side. The labtech repositioned directly in front of me, pushing my legs around her in the process. She slipped her hands under my arms. When my knees brushed her hips I felt an unexpectedly intimate tingle. As she leaned in even closer for leverage I started to feel an incredible sense of excitement, like butterflies in my chest. As she lifted, I instinctively reached my arms around her. At that moment, I caught a whiff of something that sent my head spinning. What was that smell!? I pulled my face to her neck and inhaled.
"Your scans all came back perfect Andy. Catrina is very pleased." I could hear Roz talking to me but I really wasn't paying attention. The labtech was leaning for me to drop to the floor but I wanted more of that smell! I held my arms and legs around her
"Andy? Are you still sleepy?" She straightened up and held me tighter as she walked with Roz towards the door. "What's next on his schedule? I can bring him there and we can let him sleep." Yes yes. Let them think I'm sleeping. I closed my eyes, and again I inhaled. Heaven.
"Sleepy? From the way he's nuzzled against your neck, I think it's the high point in your cycle. Remember, Catrina warned us about that."
I felt the labtech shift to pull me away. "Ohh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...maybe you should get down now Andy." I held tight and inhaled again. Bliss.
"No no, leave him be. If you'd like to carry him, I'm positive he won't mind. We need him in Privacy Room B for a reproductive sample." Roz walked ahead and the labtech followed. The labcoat couldn't hide the feeling of her body against me; my legs tight around her thin waist, her breasts smashed against my chest. Still lost in her scent, I enjoyed the gentle bounce as she walked. Her hand gently stroked my hair. What was her name? Did I even know? She carried me through an open door. "There on the bed will be fine."
* The Associate
The door to the closet cracked open, and far above I saw a new face peering in. It was equally beautiful, framed in hair an unnatural shade of orange. Her white labcoat was unbuttoned and hung loosely open on her, though the opening was draped in shadow. "Steven, this is Gina, she's also a scientists and former coworker of mine. Gina, this is Steven."
Her eyes finally traced down to where I was sitting on the cushion. "Ooh. He is smaller." As the opening of her labcoat shifted, I could see a vertical strip of bare skin from her neck, clear down her sternum, her navel, and then a small section of fabric covering her groin. Did these people never wear clothes? As she crouched down low and her legs pushed the labcoat out of the way, I could see that her dress was a clever trick. Fabric unnaturally clung to her chest and tummy, leaving a strip of exposed skin right down the middle. "Can he come out?"
"You should ask him." I was happy for Angelique's defense, as I was beginning to feel like an object in the room.
"Well then. Steven.... May I get you out of there?"
I stood up, "Yes. and perhaps I could get something better to wear?" Gina quickly picked me up under the arms and before I knew it I was standing up on a dresser and not quite eye to eye with the two of them.
"But you look so fetching in auntie Angie's winter shirt!" She giggled a little. In the better light of the room, I couldn't help but stare at the opening in Gina's labcoat. Her bare torso was beckoning, and the curve of her dress was cut to intentionally uncover the top and bottom of her perfect breasts. "So this is what boys look like. He is a cute one. I actually feel sort of tingly seeing him. Do you feel it?" Angelique didn't respond. "Is there some reason he keeps staring into the opening of my labcoat?" My face flushed red at being caught in the act, and I did my best to keep my eyes up. It wasn't easy.
"Men are very visual creatures. We perfected the female form to admire it. Men crave it, desire it, want to conquer it. In the lab they warned us that our appearance is an exaggerated set of ideals, and that men of that time would be too distracted. In addition, our fashion styles are designed to share our appearance in a uniformly female society. In his time, men and women maintained a privacy from each other by covering themselves. These are the reasons for the labcoat I asked you to wear. It would work better if you buttoned it up as I intended, not that you've ever listened to me."
"Really, how fascinating." Gina drew a hand down her labcoat, pulling one side open and holding it to her waist. "I don't mind you looking if you like." She seemed to regard my staring as curiosity, which I admit encouraged me a little. She was stunning. I couldn't help but look. Her chest was big, notably larger than Angelique's, and the way it held high while the dress only wrapped around from the side seemed to defy physics. I could see now how the fabric hugged along her side, leaving her tummy bare. The waistline was ridiculously low, only inches above her sex, though the bottom widened and covered both thighs. "In fact, I like it." She leaned her legs into the dresser, her crotch only inches above it. She was was close now, very close. Her posture accentuated the fact that even standing on the dresser I was still a few inches shorter than her. Her hand brushed my cheek, and I watched her lips as she spoke. "I might let you conquer me little man." Watching her fingers draw down my chest, I couldn't help but stare down at her huge breasts, now just a few inches from me and only half covered by her dress. Each of them had to be nearly as wide as I was! "Wow. I feel a little flushed. Do you see that look of desire? It makes me feel like Cynthalia Rose. What's this Angie, in his shirt?" Her fingers naively slipping down over my erection caught me off-guard.
Angelique let out a short laugh. "I let you see him for five minutes, and already you two want to mate. Not today, but we do need another sample. That area poking out of his shirt is his reproductive organ."
"I want to see it. Can I see it?" Gina pulled my shirt up, embarrassing me a bit. I almost protested, but then thought better of it. For what purpose? Maybe I had died and gone to heaven. She was half naked in her daily clothes and didn't mind showing herself off for my benefit. "What kind of sample do you need? Can I do it? What do I have to do?"
"There really isn't much to it. You certainly have him aroused enough. Steven, is it okay if Gina takes the next sample? Steven?"
It had taken a moment for the question to register. "Ye-yes. " Two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen were asking my permission to pleasure me, and in the name of science. Home was becoming a hard memory to hold onto.
"Alright then. We'll still do another one later. In fact, it would be helpful if we could do three or four today. I don't know how many useful reproductive cells we can get in a day, but I'd like to see." She was heading for a nearby drawer. "Gina, first off, lose the labcoat. Then go ahead and place him on the bed." She slipped the white coat off her shoulders and to the floor. The full effect of her dress was even more stunning than I realized. Her shoulders were completely bare, The curves of fabric looked like giant fingers wrapping to her front from behind. We looked into each other's eyes as she carefully picked me up and set me on the bed. "Here is a collection cup." She handed a plastic cup to Gina. "You basically just let him stare at your body to arouse him like you did before, then gently stroke his organ with your fingers until he copulates. It happens fast, so be sure to have the cup in place. I'd stay to show you, but I have to check on something, I'm sure he can correct you if you're doing anything wrong." With that Angelique turned towards the door. "Ohh, and let him touch you, he likes that." The door closed behind her and we were alone.
* Withdrawl
I still had a tight grip around the labtech, staying close to her intoxicating smell. She sat on the bed and spoke to me in a very calm voice. "Ohh Andy, sweet Andy. It's time for me to go now. You'll be fine here.They'll take care of you." Her hands gestured me away from her but it just made me all the more determined to stay next to her scent. I was in a trance.
"He's not a child, please don't talk to him like one. He's not afraid, he wants to mate with you."
"I'm sorry Roz. It's just... he's acting so much like my young daughter, and she's about his size. It won't happen again, what do you suggest?"
"Well, a climax will deaden his receptors, but our simulation models show a dangerously high likelyhood of imprint if you do it. We don't want him following you around like a puppy dog for the next year, so we'll have to just disrupt the cycle and get you away from him. Andy, you're not going to like this." Roz held something with a blue light front of my face, something vile, it smelled awful. I pulled my head away from it, and the more I retreated, the more she stuffed it towards me. In a moment I was crouched against the wall. "Get up. Get up now." As the labtech got up off the bed, she was repeatedly apologizing, I think. I don't know if it was to me or Roz. "It's okay, just be more careful next time. Please go now, it will take him a moment to calm down." The labtech left the room, and the blue light went out on the object Roz was holding. The vile smell disappeared. I felt a deep loss. Roz sat patiently. A minute, then two passed. I felt like I was waking up from a dream, a dream I didn't understand.
Regaining my senses, I shook my head violently. "Whoa, what was that?"
"I'm sorry Andy. They were pheromones. The females of your time have them as well, but they have been tuned and enhanced. We warned the staff about this, but people make mistakes. I'll try to make sure it doesn't happen again." I wasn't sure I never wanted it to happen again, but wow. Those were pheromones? I struggled to understand how that was possible. Each time I inhaled I felt a sadness that the scent was missing. "Eventually the feeling will pass. In fact, you may feel better after your reproductive sample. Would like to do it yourself or would you like me to help you?" Her frankness stunned me a little. I understand this was part of what they wanted from me, but the openness with which they discussed it was embarssing. My face flushed red. It seemed like Roz would be guiding me around each day, and I didn't relish the idea that she'd also be the one handling this... requirement. She was attractive for sure, more attractive than any woman I'd ever seen at home, but something about her mannerisms with me were too impersonal, too detached.
"I'll do it myself."
"Very well. If you change your mind, or perhaps you'd prefer someone else, you can press the blue button there and indicate what you need." She handed me a plastic cup with a lid and a label. You can also use the computer there to access some image and video materials. With that, I'll leave you. When you're finished, just push the blue button and ask for Roz. The moment she left the room, my mind could only concentrate on one thing, the labtech. What was her name? How could I get her back in here. I thought about her, hoping it would cause some arousal, but it brought only longing. I dropped down a foot to the floor and walked over to the blue button near the door. What should I say? Would it work?
I pushed the blue button. A chime sounded out, and then nothing. I pushed the button again, the same chime sounded out. A moment later I heard a very monotonic voice. "Voice prompt mode. State your request."
"I was just in the lab, the scanning lab. There was a labtech there. What is her name?"
"The Diagnostic Scan Station lab is currently operated by A1 technician Oni Hotaru." I had expected some kind of central operator, but it sounded like a computer response.
"Can you send her here?"
After a pause, a faint buzzer sound occured. "Negative. Technician Oni Hotaru has been informed of your request and is unavailable at the moment." Frustration, a burning frustration. I had never felt this way before. Maybe I should call Roz back in. She would know what to do. She said it would pass. I took a deep breath.
* The Dress
I laid down on the bed next to Gina. She was now lying on her side next to me, but that whole exchange about the mechanics and the collection cup had taken a bit of wind out of my sails. "That description was very.. clinical. Well, I'll tell you Steven, I've been feeling this tingly sensation ever since I saw you. I want to have a little fun. You're not the only one that wants to stare." Her hand reached for the shirt I was wearing as my only clothing. "Let's get this off shall we?" She lifted it up. It was so oversize I didn't work hard to wiggle out of it. I watched her look me up and down. "I really could just eat you up."
"The most attractive man you've ever seen I bet?" We both laughed, and kept laughing.
After we had laughed away some tension, she slid her fingers against my chest and slowly dragged them down my torso, down my hip, then all the way down my leg. When they reached the bottom, she dragged them back up at the same slow pace. "You may jest, but I do find you very attractive. We call it perdido, the lost, one who cannot desire, one who cannot love. I know now, it's not that I cannot desire, it's just that I cannot desire women. I knew the instant I saw you. I regret that this chance is only in the interest of science, as I feel an urge to share and pleasure you that comes from somewhere deep and simple and pure." Her fingers were still dragging up and down the length of my body. "Would you like to touch me? Would that bring you pleasure?" I nodded my head.
"First you should remove this dress. It's a bit like a magic lock, and you are the magic key. Sit up." Her hands pointed to locations at the top of each breasts. Place your fingers here. I knelt up in front of her to reach, and when my fingers contacted the fabric, a set of lines became visible against the fabric covering each breast. A U-shape tracing down the middle and up along the outside. "Now, trace the lines." The line changed color as my finger passed over it. I had only moved a few inches, then they flashed red and were gone. She giggled a little. "You need to trace them in unison, try again." I placed my fingers back where they started. The lines appeared, and slowly and carefully I tried again. First down the inside, then the curve. My fingers enjoyed the sensation of her breasts. They felt soft, despite their firm appearance. I had just crossed my fingers under the center of each breast when the lines flashed and disappeared again. "Was that on purpose? I promise you after it comes off you can still touch them." Her giggle let on that she was jesting. "It's a little hard to do at an angle." She laid flat against the bed and patted her tummy. "Sit here." I crawled over her, straddling her tummy. "One more try and then i'll help." Her hands laid against my legs. Again I placed my fingers at the start locations. The lines appeared. I traced again. I wondered if this wasn't about the precision of touching the line, but about doing it in unison. Instead of trying to hold the tip of my finger against the line, I used my thumbs. I caressed them down her breast, faster this time, cupping around the bottom as I traced the line up around the outside. The line entire line flashed and then turned white. "I'm impressed. It took me more tries than that to get it off the first time I tried it on. That's half the key, the other half is down below, you'll need to scoot down."
I moved down until I was sitting on her thighs. Looking up at her elongated body was incredibly sexy. Her hands pointed to locations on each hip. "Start there." I placed my fingers on the two spots. A soft curve traced down, joining together after a zig-zags up and down across her sex. I carefully traced the lines down her sides. "I don't mind if you have to try this one a few times." I had no intention of getting it right the first time. As my hands approached her crotch, the extremely low waistline begged me to slip my fingers underneath the edge, but it seemed adhered to her in a way I couldn't budge. As I reached the end of the pattern, I intentionally veered off the lines while still massaging my fingers against her. "Mmm. That feels nice. I do hope you didn't get it." I rubbed my fingers against her a few more times before smiling up at her and starting again at the beginning. This time I followed the pattern properly. It was actually quite easy now that I knew how it worked. When my fingers reached eachother at the center, the pattern flashed again. "Ooh, this is the fun part." The entire curve of the fabric glowed white, as did seams on each of her hips. Then suddenly, the dress seemed to peel away from her, the pieces lying to her sides on the bed. She was completely naked and absolutely stunning. Her breasts were now bare and large and perfect as they sat atop her chest, and I couldn't help but admire them.
I felt her hands under my rear lifing me up until I was sitting at the thinnest part of her waist. "As much as I'd like to keep you down there to give me some real pleasure, it's your turn." She took each of my hands in hers, reminding me how small I was in comparison, and pulled them up to her breasts. "Here Steven." They seemed even bigger with my small hands against them. I felt a shot of arousal as I massaged my hands into her. Her eyes showed both pleasure and satisfaction. Her fingers slipped against my crotch and gently moved against me. In a minute she was gently rubbing up and down my erection. "Is that it? Am I doing it right?" I nodded to her as I shifted both hands to one breast to press and feel it's heft. "Let's make sure I don't miss it." She moved the cup to her tummy and continued stroking me. The more I massaged her breast, the more I wanted to put my lips on it. However, the cup and her hands in the way didn't offer the opportunity. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on me. "Why are you licking your lips?" I hadn't realized I was. "Would you like to try a kiss? I would. Let's try it. Lie next to me." I rolled off her to the side and laid down. She leaned her head down to me and placed her lips against mine. They were large and plush, but her features were not as oversize as her height would imply. I felt her gently extend her tongue, and I took it between my lips. After enjoying her, I did my best to press my tongue back in response. It was different than any kiss I had ever had, and very nice. She pulled away a moment later with a little gasp. "I'd say that was a success." With her still leaning over, her breast hung in front of me and I couldn't help but reach out and pull it towards me. She complied and as her huge body filled my view I slipped my lips onto her nipple. I felt her fingers resume their stroking me. She pressed her body into mine, and as I sucked at her breast she pressed it harder into my mouth. I heard her makes some pleasurable sounds, and then I felt myself getting close, too close! Where was the collection cup?
I tried to push her off, but she was lost in the moment. I felt her crotch grinding low on my leg. She was becoming more and more excited. I couldn't talk with my mouth full of breast-flesh, and moment by moment she was driving me to the edge. Then it happened. I came, and I felt the liquid on my tummy. She quickly stopped and let herself off me. "Ohh Steven, I didn't know you were so close." She sat up, grabbing the cup and trying to scrape as much of the semen in as possible. "I'm sorry, that was my fault, I got a little carried away." She shouted towards the other room, "Angelique?"
She came through the room to see Gina still scraping the liquid off my tummy. "What in the world are you doing? You're contaminating the sample." Her voice was more condescending than angry.
"I'm sorry Angie, I got carried away, and before I knew it he did his thing. I didn't have the cup ready. It's totally my fault."
"And your totally naked and it's all over you as well. Yes, I'm sure you were carefully collecting a sample. Gina gina. Give me that, I'll see what I can get out of it."
"I'm sorry, he's just so... it's like an aphrodesiac just having him here. Have you considered.. you know.... selling more than the samples?"
"Steven is not property, he is not for sale. He's a person."
"No no. People would pay for just an hour with him. Like we do at relaxation rooms. He could do as he wished. Of course he'd have to do it voluntarily as well. Think of how unique he would be." Was she really suggesting selling time with me? It sounded like prostitution. I was a middle age and well educated scientist, the idea of being sold as an object was simply shocking.
Angelique was almost out of the room. "We'll consider it. For now, get cleaned up, and clean him up too. Thanks to you I have even more work to do."
* Blue
A few minutes later the sense of missing, of longing, was still there. I took another deep breath. The plastic cup was still in my hand. Maybe the images on the computer would take my mind off her? Rosnell said this feeling would pass after. I felt like my mind wanted to scream. How could she have left? Her name was Oni, and her face, no, her scent was burned in my brain. I didn't want to be alone, I wanted comfort. Who would help me? Without even realizing it I made a snap decision. I pressed the blue button, a chime sounded. "Suzanne."
A moment later another chime sounded, it was her voice. "Suzanne here, I'm so glad you blued."
I didn't know where to start. "I'm supposed to be giving this sample, but .... something happened. I can't think straight. Roz said it was just pheromones, and she won't let me see her. I can't shake this sadness. Can you bring me Oni? bring me Oni please." My voice was distraught as it trailed off.
"Ohh Andy. I can hear you're upset. Just a moment. Ahh, no I can't bring Oni to you. Hold on a moment, I'll be right there." The intercom went silent. I climbed the small step up onto the bed and took another deep breath. Several minutes later a knock on the door and then Suzanne entered. Despite having spent hours walking among them, I still registered a moment of shock at how she could be almost twice as tall as me as she stood just inside in the door.
"Andy, you'll be fine this feeling will pass. Roz just explained. We didn't expect you to be this affected." She sat next to me on the bed, taking the cup from my hand and setting it aside. "You're not alone, here let me hold you." Her arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me against the fabric of her white labcoat. I felt her chin rest on the top of my head. "Just take your mind off it, don't think about it." Her hand caressed my arm. "Think about something else. Remember when we met this morning? You were so shy and so cute hiding and watching us. Tina and I were so lucky to be there." Images of watching the two of them naked in the shower flashed in my mind. Oni! "Everyone here is so curious about you. All day our labmates have been so jealous we not only got to meet you, but that we got to wash you. Do you remember the way you got excited when I washed you? Tina made me stop, but I know you liked it. Roz says that's what you need right now. Let me help you."
I wanted Oni. "Oni!" I let out a sorrowful whimper. She let me away from her to look me in the eye.
"Ohh Andy. You can't see her now. If you do, you'll imprint. You'll want to be with only her. We can't run the lab like that. We couldn't send you home. Please understand. I brought you a surprise. It might make you feel better. Can I show you?" The loneliness was slowly fading, was it her being here? I nodded to her, and she stood in front of the bed. "Now, don't laugh if I got it wrong. I did some research on adolescent fashions of your time. Our knowledge is very limited. She dropped her labcoat to the ground. She was wearing a dark blue halter bikini, and short-cut yellow boy shorts. "Am I close?" I smiled a little at the thought.
"Very close." As I looked closer and she turned a little, I could see it was only shaped like clothes I recognized. The halter looked more like a tattoo painted onto her skin. Instead of serving as a bikini and holding her breasts for support, it followed their every curve. The shorts were similar, and I could see a distinct crease where the skin of her hip met her leg. Only the shape and lines looked too perfect. I had no understanding of the technology behind this clothing.
"I made them for you. I found some pictures. Most all of the clothes looked too large and uncomfortable to wear, but these seemed perfect. We don't have the fabrics of your time, so I made them out of synthmesh." The look was stunning. The way they fit against her skin made her look almost painted. Sylized. "Is this everyday clothing? When would they wear it?"
"Mostly to the beach. To go swimming. It looks fantastic on you. In my time you'd be the envy of other women."
"Really? swimming?" Her voice was surprised. "In the sun with with something so opaque? Wouldn't that create melanin marks? From the sun?"
"We call them tan lines, yes. Some find them attractive. Why, what do you wear swimming?"
"Not large clothing like this. Even our everyday clothes allow the sun through to avoid stray marks on the skin. This is the indoor mode, outdoors this outfit looks like, here." She set a finger of each hand against her hips and dragged a them both across horizontally in unison. Instantly most of the fabric seemed to disappear! What remained looked more like some kind of mesh bikini. Thin lines wrapped each breast, with an opaque circle covering where her nipple would be. Her shorts showed a mesh of similar mesh of lines, with a narrow opaque strip leading vertically between her legs. She looked almost naked! As she sat back down on the bed, I felt my heartrate rise and couldn't help but stare at her barely covered breasts at eye level. "Well, would I fit in at the beach in your time?"
I cleared my throat. "Uhm, you would stop traffic. Everyone on the beach would stare."
"Well, today I wore this for just you to stare. I'm pleased it's working." I felt self-conscious, and darted up to meet her eyes. "Ohh, don't be shy. I get all tingly just watching you look at me like that. Roz doesn't understand because she truly enjoys women." Something clicked right then about how Roz was so detached. Suzanne reached an arm around my shoulder and pulled my face against her breast. "Now, where were we? Ahh yes, you were thinking about when I got you excited this morning," the feeling of her soapy fingers flashed through my head, "and I was about to do it again."
I felt Suzanne's hand slid up my leg and against my crotch. My face was still held firmly to her breast, thought I could see that the high-tech fabric had reverted to it's 'indoor' appearance as a halter top. "Oooh, you're already excited." Seeing her in that revealing outfit and feeling of her body against me had already provided all the encouragement I needed. She pulled at the drawstring on my pants and slipped her fingers down the opening. They felt a little chilly at first. I instinctively reached up and cupped one hand on her chest. Her fingers gently explored me as I massaged her breast. "Be careful Andy, now you're getting me excited." She pushed me to lie flat on the bed, looking down at herself for a moment. "I promise you can play with them later, but science first. Roz really needs a sample." She reached for and set the cup in place on my tummy as she pulled me free of my pants. "We really need to find a more convenient collection mechanism." Her fingers were sliding up and down my erection now. "Is that right? Does it feel good?" I nodded. Her eyes starting up into mine made me self-conscious, so I closed them. "I bet you'd like it even better all wet and soapy. I'll try hard to get on your shower schedule." Her fingers felt incredible. I let out a pleasurable whimper and my hips moved a bit involuntarily. Her fingers firmed up as she moved them faster against me. "Is that what you need? A little more maybe? You look so sexy." Her sexy voice sent me over the edge. "There we go. That's what you needed." Her fingers held me tight, before sliding a few final strokes and then covering me back up. "Feel any better?"
That sense of longing, the thoughts of Oni, I had hardly noticed they had faded. "Actually yes, yes I do. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure. Catrina was very specific that we should get as many researchers a chance to interact with you as possible, and trust you will, but I do hope you call for me again. Let me get this sample out to Roz while it's still fresh." She stood up and made for the door. "I'll see how much time is left on the schedule."
She was only outside for a moment before reentering. "It looks like you have another fifteen minutes on the schedule. What do you think we should do?" I knew what I wanted to do. I patted my hand on the bed. "Just a moment. I promise Roz that if I was staying in here I'd keep another collection cup handy." She opened a drawer and removed another plastic cup. "These things are so sterile. I'll work on that." She sat next to me on the bed. "Now, what did you have in mind?"
In my boldest moment yet, I reached towards the strap of her halter, "does this come off?"
She smiled back at me. "Yes, yes it does."