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From: Eli the Bearded <*@eli.users.panix.com>
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Keywords: MF latex shaving oral m-solo no-penetration
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Subject: {ASSM} Ginger Lee -- All Dolled Up (MF latex shaving oral m-solo no-pen)
Date: Tue,  5 Nov 2002 18:10:05 -0500
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Ginger Lee and the unnamed narrator are central characters to a small
series of stories of mine. They engage in creative, unprotected sex
and don't worry about VDs or pregnancies. These stories are fiction
with no 'right' order to read them. Move along if this sort of thing
isn't for you, or read on and (hopefully) enjoy. Responses always
welcome, the return address looks odd, but works.




		All Dolled Up

		  A Ginger Lee Story

		     by Eli the Bearded


That Thursday the box arrived. I eagerly opened it while Ginger was
still out. The latex had a nice solid weight to it, and the color was
a good match for Ginger's lightly tanned skin. I examined the seams
and they smooth and unobtrusive. The breasts and crotch were double
thick as I had requested in the order. The long zipper ran up the
back. The suit was a complete body toe to neck. Actually, the toes
were not real, just suggested by some small bits of latex glued on
the ends of the feet. The hands were real gloves, however. There was
no hood with this, some people like them, but I think they just
look silly.

I smiled, pleased. They had thrown in a canister of talcum powder
and a trial size jar of latex cleaner. I put both away, but
reconsidering, I took out the can of talcum powder we already had.
I also took out some shaving supplies and the makeup kit.

I could feel my cock tenting my jeans even at that early stage of
preparation. 

I put a bottle of white wine in the fridge to chill and turned my
attention to dinner. It was a warm night, so I decided on a Greek
salad -- cool but hearty. I chopped up the veggies, diced a block of
feta, and hunted the fridge for the olives. 

On a whim, I went out to the local market and picked up some freshly
made dolmas. Stuffing grape leaves was too much work for me, but it
greatly improved the authenticity of the salad I thought. Anchovies
would improve the authenticity, too, but I don't like them.

I was just finishing mixing the dressing when Ginger returned. She saw
the box immediately and asked if it was the catsuit. I nodded and told
her dinner was nearly ready.

She looked over to see what I was making and made some "yum" sounds.
Then she turned her attention to the catsuit. She picked it up, held
it against her skin to compare the color, gave it a little tug to feel
the stretchiness, positioned it against her body and looked down to
gauge the fit. "This will be tight," she commented.

"I hope so," I answered with a chuckle.

Then she played with the zipper a bit and inspected the construction
some. As she was doing this she saw the talc and shaving kit. "Why the
razor?" she asked.

"For a snugger fit down there."

"Hmm. That's going to itch growing back."

I came over and gave her a kiss and a hug. Squeezing her ass I
whispered, "I know, but you love me and I am going to ask oh so
nicely." She smiled and I kissed her again, lingering on her mouth.

We ate outside in the cool night air, table lit by a pair of pillar
candles. Discussion was everyday talk, and no mention of what was to
come.

After dinner, when we went back inside, the house was still noticeably
warm from the afternoon sun. Ginger sat down on the sofa and flipped
through the mail, I took the dishes to the kitchen.

"Can I help you out of those clothes?" I asked, returning.

She held up a foot. I took that shoe off, then the sock, then gave her
a little foot rub. She lifted the other foot and I repeated the
procedure. Off came the t-shirt and bra, next the jeans slipped off.

She lay down on the sofa to take her panties off, and I slipped a
towel under her. "You're going to shave me here?"

I nodded and got a basin of hot water. "May I shave you now?" I asked
in my best pretty-please voice. 

"Yes, you may," she answered good naturedly.

I wet a face cloth in the hot water and put it on her pubes, tucking
it in between her legs so that all of the hair could soak. "Oo, hot,"
she said.

Next I dipped the shaving brush in the water and worked up a lather in
the soap mug. When I had a good amount I put the mug aside and removed
the wet cloth. I took out a scissors and began to trim the coarse
bushy hair. 

With the hair all short, I applied the smooth foam starting from the
top of her pubes and moving down between her legs. Ginger made little
noises as I was applying the lather to her more sensitive bits. Then I
took the razor from the shaving kit and resoaked the cloth.

The hair came away slowly but surely. After each few strokes of the
razor, I wiped that area with the hot wet cloth, and tested by running
my finger along the skin. If I didn't find it smooth enough I
reapplied lather and re-shaved the area, but that was infrequent.
Ginger watched me carefully and occasionally tweaked her nipples and
grinned. 

The labia are the trickiest, but in some ways the most fun. To shave
them cleanly you need to keep the skin taught, which means gently
pulling on them. Of course sometimes fingers will stray, and I could
feel how this attention was making Ginger wet.

When I had finished shaving, I emptied the basin and resoaked the
cloth in fresh hot water from the tap. Then I came back to the sofa
and wiped the whole delta again. The sight of her hairless site gave
was too strong to resist. I dropped the wash cloth and quickly, before
Ginger could react, parted her labia with my fingers and plunged my
tongue in. She gasped in surprise and responded by squeezing her
breasts and pinching her nipples. Watching her play with her breasts
while I licked her cunt always excited me. 

I alternated between sucking on her clit and licking deep into her
cunt until she began to play with her clit. Then I tried to keep my
nose out of the way while continuing to lick her. When she put her
hands back on her breasts, I returned to her clit again.  The grunts
and moans she made let me know that she was savoring every moment. I
kept it up and soon she was making her load orgasm sounds and pulled
her body away from my face.

I pulled out my fingers and and let her lick them, then kissed her. 

"And now I suppose you want me to get dressed?" she enquired with a
smile.

We both stood up. I got the catsuit and talcum powder. She took the
catsuit and opened it for me to dust the inside with the talc. I also
dusted her with it, pointing out how sexy it is to see the filter top
pattern of the talcum bottle in the dust on her skin.

Ginger leaned on me for support as she slipped her first leg into the
catsuit. I helped her pull the stretchy latex up her leg, until her
toe was snuggly all the way into the foot. Pulling it on that far all
at once was a mistake, it made getting the second leg in more
difficult, but we managed. It took a long time to get the arms on.
The latex was very tight and hard to pull on without risking tears,
but the effects were stunning. 

I watched Ginger transform from regular skin to shiny plastic, inch by
inch. My cock was now feeling very cramped in my jeans. When it was
finally on completely, and zipped up all the way, she looked very much
like a mannequin, which was of course the intent. Smooth all over, no
nipples, no sex, not even fingernails. The sight was intensely
arousing. 

Quickly I shed my clothing, save my boxers, and went to the closet to
fetch some clothes. I selected a pair of white cotton socks, a pleated
skirt, and a pink angora sweater, and a pair of high heels.  "This
should do it," I said bring back the clothing.

"No underwear?" Ginger asked, bemused.

"No, they never put underwear on store models, only the clothes that
show."

Ginger dressed quickly and took a pose. "How's this?"

"Have one arm akimbo, and hold the other hand out, at about navel
level. And bend one of your knees. Yes, yes. But I don't think the
angora is right. Stay like that, I won't be a moment."

The fuzzy sweater did look good, but it didn't fit the look. I poked
around the closet and found a nice white cotton tailored shirt. "Much
more fitting," I thought. I took off my underwear and returned with
the shirt.

"Now, let me try to change your top with you like that," I told her as
I re-entered the room. The sweater was stretchy enough that taking it
off was not difficult. Putting on the shirt involved a lot more moving
of the "model". I made sure to press my body up to her several times
during the process, my erect cock poking here and there.

With the shirt on and partially buttoned up, I stepped back to get a
better look. "Very nice." I stroked my cock and walked around Ginger
looking her up and down. On my second time around I approached her
from behind and began to fondle her ass through the skirt. I lifted it
up and put my cock right on the latex, then dropped the skirt and
reached around to grab her tits. Holding on to these smooth now
nippleless breasts, I humped and ground my cock on her backside. 

Then knelt and encircled my arms around a leg, I stroked her inner
thigh with my hand, and her ankle with my erection. I came around in
front of her licked her leg from knee to crotch. I rubbed the seam of
the latex between her legs, reveling in the doll-like smooth cleft. 

Standing again, I hiked up her skirt and pressing my cock on her
second skin just above her crotch started urgently masturbating. I
stopped just before coming, and stepped back a little bit. I
unbuttoned the shirt and unzipped the skirt, letting it fall around
her feet. I thrust my hand in her netherland and stroked the slick
latex there. My other hand grabbed a tit and squeezed, while I licked
the blank dome on the other side. 

The thick latex worked well, I could feel neither nipples nor labia as
I furiously licked and fondled. Ginger was the perfect mannequin --
sexless yet not cold nor hard. She stood there, withstanding my
interest in her body, playing along, and my cock was rock hard
thanking her for it.

Finally, I put an arm around her and holding myself against her
masturbated again. My fist stroked my shaft and I rubbed the head
against the latex. This time I didn't stop or even slow down when I
felt the orgasm approaching. I just let it all spurt out and get
rubbed between us. 

When I finally took my hand off my cock Ginger stopped her act. She
reached down to grab my cock and slid her fingers through the semen
all over it. "What a lot of man-juice you had," she said as if
surprised.

I repeated the word "man-juice" in a questioning tone, and we both
laughed at it. Then I answered, "Well, all that time licking your cunt
must have had some effect on me, and your creamy shiny suit here could
have made up for anti-eroticism of a week of taxes." 

It was only as I was helping her out of the suit that I realized we
had both forgotten the makeup. "Next time," she promised.




Elijah
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