His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 293.

Things were getting critical now.  She debated telling Miss Laidlaw she wasn’t feeling well, and walking Crumble home.  But she had been supportive, and spoken words of encouragement, and to do so now would just look as if she were chickening out.   She was pondering the problem when the traction between leather and latex suddenly gave way, and her behind slipped forward.  Looking down, she saw that she was leaking from her zip flap again, and quite effectively lubricating the saddle.  She had some tissues in the belt pack behind her back, but Crumble was still too keen for her to take even one hand off the reins.  The new sensations were no less arousing, with the complication that the saddle was getting slicker by the minute.  By the time she had gone another half mile, the regular back and forth of her crotch was becoming intolerable, and the motion of her upper thighs against the leather was generating a sticky, slimy froth.  Fearing that Miss Laidlaw or someone else would ride up again, she let Crumble trot on till she had put a good distance between her and the group, then reined him back to a walk, and managed to extract a handful of tissues, and clean things up a bit.  Unfortunately, as soon as she moved on, the ripples of pleasure were redoubled. 
They were on a single track with no forks which went right through the forest for about three miles, so there was no reason for her to remain in touch with the others.  She pushed on at a steady trot until they were out of sight.  Then she surrendered to her arousal, letting Crumble have his head while grinding her crotch desperately against the smooth leather.  Crumble, quite unused to such behaviour, and sensing something was about to happen, broke into a canter.  Thomasina, distracted, let him alone and focussed on her own agenda, holding onto the reins for no other reason than to keep her seat.
“Nearly there…” she gasped, as they rounded a slight right-hand bend.  “Almost there…”
“Yesss!....” 
Her eyes closed in ecstasy, but inside her head she saw exploding stars, an orgasmic firework display.  Waves of intense pleasure shook her body.  Crumble stopped dead and turned broadside across the track, as if in instinctive sympathy with her climax.  Thomasina gave herself up utterly to her orgasm, thrusting, moaning and spasming in a frenzy of uninhibited passion.
“Oh…my…god….” 
She had never before experienced such intense pleasure.  She couldn’t tell how long it lasted, but eventually it subsided, leaving her drained and panting.
She gulped, groaned, and collapsed on Crumble’s neck, patting him gratefully.
“Good boy…  You’re a good boy, Crumble…”
It occurred to her the pack might be catching up.  She glanced to the left, but the track was clear.
“Thank goodness.”  She smiled.  “What would they have thought…”
She sat up in the saddle and gathered up the reins.  She turned Crumble to the right to resume their journey.  She froze.  An icy chill ran through her.  She was face-to-face with three smartly dressed riders.  So that was why Crumble had stopped like that!  She recognised them from Pitt’s Wood.  They were known as the Posh Triplets, because they always hung out together, and thought themselves too important to mix with the hoi polloi.
One of them, who was in the process of slipping her phone back into her pocket, regarded her with a triumphant sneer.
“If you’ve quite finished, perhaps you’d like to let us pass…”
Thomasina opened her mouth, but couldn’t articulate a word.  Trembling, she pulled Crumble to one side.  The trio ambled past.  The last one stopped briefly.
“What’s your name?”
“My n-name…?”
“Your name.”
“Th-Thomasina…”
“Thomasina what?”
“Th-Thomasina M-Middiford…”
“We’ll be in touch, Thomasina Middiford…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 294.

Shell-shocked, Thomasina couldn’t go forward or back.  She sat there by the side of the path, mind racing.  How much had they seen?  Had that one with the phone…?  No, it was too scary to contemplate.  And what did she mean, “we’ll be in touch”?

She was still stationary, in a sort of trance, when the sound of hooves brought her back to reality. 
“Thomasina!  There you are.  We thought we had lost you.”
“Oh, Miss Laidlaw…Emily…I’m sorry.  Crumble was pulling so hard, I just let him have his head for a bit…”
“That’s all right.  The girls said they’d seen you waiting for us.
“The girls?”
“Roxanne, Coco and Octavia.  You must have seen them.  They said you seemed a bit distracted.”
“Oh…  Yes, of course…  I mean, no, it was just…  Crumble was being a bit skittish, and…”
“Yes, he does seem a bit fresh today.”  She peered at him.  “What’s that on his flank?  Looks like he’s been sweating under the saddle.” 
“What?  Oh…yes…”  She had overlooked this slight evidence of her recent lapse.  Quickly she leant down and wiped off the flecks of whitish foam with her hand.  “We should get going…”

They continued their hack, Miss Laidlaw riding alongside Thomasina, whom she noticed was unusually subdued.  When they eventually arrived back at Pitt’s Wood, they dismounted and handed their mounts over to the grooms.  Fortunately, Thomasina could see no sign of the Posh Triplets.  Miss Laidlaw pulled out her phone and they exchanged numbers. 
“I’ll text you the details later.  It’ll be quite informal…  Wear whatever you like…” she said, giving her current outfit an approving glance.  “I mean, there’ll be lots of horsey types there…”  She blushed.  “If you want to wear your catsuit, or something similar, it’d be fine…  You know, give ‘em something to talk about.  So, you know…it’s quite up to you, but…”
By this time Thomasina had largely recovered from her shock, and the absence of the Posh ones had alleviated her fears.  The thought of turning up at a party in her latex catsuit was really quite exciting.  And it was clear that was what Miss Laidlaw, for whatever reason, wanted her to do.  So she smiled.
“I don’t mind, Emily.  Actually I’m going to see the manufacturers this afternoon, and I may find something else suitable for a party.”
Emily’s eyes widened.  “The manufacturers?”
“Fantastex.  It’s a shop on the way to the town.”
“Really?  I must pay them a visit…”
“You should.”
“Maybe…  I suppose I couldn’t come with you…?”
“Oh…  Well I’m going with my friend Caroline…  Oh, here she comes now.  I’ll introduce you.”
Caroline, cheeks glowing from her ride, strode up to them.
“Good hack, Thommie?”
“Great, thanks.  Yours?”
“Good.  The weather’s perfect.”
“Caroline, this is Emily Laidlaw.  Emily, my best friend, Caroline.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“You too.  Thomsina’s just told me you’re off to look at latex outfits this afternoon.”
“That’s right.  It’s so exciting!”
“Emily was just asking…  Would you mind if she came along?
“Not at all!  Great!  The more the merrier.”
“Oh, thank you so much!  I might even get something for myself!  Thomasina’s outfit is so sexy!”
Caroline laughed.  “Thomasina’s so sexy!”
“She really is!” nodded Miss Laidlaw, looking at Thomasina meaningfully.  “Er…  Do you have transport?”
“Well, no…  We were going to go by bus…”
“Well then, I can drive us.  Deal?”
“Deal!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter295.

They made their way to the canteen to eat their lunches.  Miss Laidlaw opened the door for the girls, and Thomasina preceded her friend.  Caroline grabbed her arm.
“Dunno what you’ve been up to…  Well, I think I can guess…  But your bum’s a mess.  You should go and get cleaned up.”
After she’d returned from the toilet, the girls had their sandwiches, and Miss Laidlaw got herself a salad and bought the drinks.  Then they walked to the car park and got into Miss Lailaw’s car.
“You came here by bus, then?” she asked.
“Yes,” replied Caroline, with a grin.  “Thomasina made the most of it, didn’t you, Thommie?  Showing off to all the passengers…”
“Thanks to you,” said Thomasina, sulkily. 

They drove into the retail park, and Miss Laidlaw parked in front of Fantastex .
“Colourful frontage.  Can’t miss it, really.  Let’s go and see what they’ve got.  How exciting!”
Cynthia was at the front of the shop talking to Daphne.
“Thomasina!  Nice to see you again.  In your catsuit, too!”
“Hi Cynthia.  You too.  These are my friends Caroline, and Emily Laidlaw, one of our instructors.”
“Welcome, all of you.  Let me show you around.  Thomasina, I’m so flattered you’re still wearing it.  Our first meeting was so brief, and I was worrying my measuring had been rather hurried.”
“As you can see, it was faultless…”
Cynthia waved a hand towards the aisles stretching away to the end of the shop, lined with gleaming latex.  “Our little emporium…”
“Wow!  There’s so much stuff,” exclaimed Caroline, open-mouthed.  “Come on, Thommie – I can’t wait to see your next outfit!”
Thomasina herself stared at the rows of clothes, heart fluttering.  Miss Laidlaw took her gently by the arm, and together they followed Cynthia through the forest of fashions.
“As you can see,” began Cynthia, leading them into the left-hand aisle, “we have clothes for every occasion.  But this section is solely ladies’ equestrian kit.  We have figure-hugging tops, cute little riding jackets – these are very popular.  We make them short, with elasticated waists, so when they’re zipped up they give maximum freedom but don’t get in the way.  And they look so pretty you can wear them for clubbing, parties, whatever.  Then there are breeches.  As you can see, quite a selection of colours.
“Excuse me, Miss Cynthia,” piped up Caroline.  “These ones aren’t latex, are they?”
She was pointing at a rack of what looked like standard riding breeches, in cream or blue.
“But they are, Caroline.”  She picked up a pair and showed her inside.  “Inside you can see how glossy they are.”
“So they’re latex inside and fabric outside?”
“No.  We do those as well, but at our factory we’ve developed a process for texturing the outside so it looks just like ordinary stretch fabric.  Most people can’t tell the difference.”
“You should get some of those, Thommie,” laughed Caroline.   â€œThen you could enjoy the feel of latex without anyone knowing!”
Cynthia turned to her.  “Oh, Thomasina.  Is that right?  Have you enjoyed wearing your catsuit?  Perhaps you have, as you still are.  Actually I was a little doubtful when Violet told me the plan.  I hope it wasn’t too much of a shock…”
“Shock?” laughed Caroline.  “No, she loves it – and all the attention too, don’t you, Thommie?”
Thomasina blushed.  “Stop it, Caroline…”
“No, I won’t!  Tell her the truth.  Go on.  Tell her how horny it makes you…”
“Caroline!  No!  Miss Laidlaw…”
“Don’t mind me,” said Miss Laidlaw, with a smile, partly of surprise, partly of interest.
Cynthia held up a hand.  “Caroline, enough.  Thomasina, we can talk privately later.  Whatever you feel about wearing latex is fine.  It leaves some quite unmoved.  That’s their loss.  Others love everything about it.  Obviously that’s something I can empathise with.  For now let’s just continue the tour, shall we?”

Thomasina glared at her friend, but Caroline ignored it.  Miss Laidlaw gave Thomasina a quick, reassuring rub on her back.  Thomasina looked at her apologetically, and received a sympathetic smile in return.  Cynthia moved on.  At the end of the aisle, opposite her office, was a long rack of latex catsuits.
“Finally here we have equestrian catsuits.  The main selection of everyday catsuits is in the third aisle, with tops and outerwear, and the second is dedicated mainly to things like skirts, shorts, leggings and stockings.  But these equestrian catsuits - like the one you’re wearing, Thomasina - are generally made from slightly heavier duty, tear-resistant latex.  There’s yours – bright pink – but we also have black, blue and cream in stock, and we can make them in any other colour or style you want.”
Miss Laidlaw had spotted a small section on the end wall, entitled “Invaders”.
“What are these ones, Cynthia?  Invaders?”  She peered closely at one.  “Oh.  No crotch zips.  Why is that?”
“Ah…those.  Yes, well, they’re, er, custom models.”  She quickly changed the subject.  “Thomasina?  I need to have a word with you.  We need to discuss your immediate needs – I have a few things for you if you’re interested – and also your mother may have mentioned about you working for us?”
Thomasina’s heart leapt.  “Oh, yes, she did…”
“So…perhaps Caroline and Emily…”
“Oh, of course,” said Miss Laidlaw.  “Caroline?  Let’s go and explore, shall we?  Leave Thomasina to talk business with Cynthia.  Maybe we’ll find something you’d like…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 296.

Cynthia opened the door of her office and motioned Thomasina in.
“Take a seat, dear.  Would you like a coffee?”
“Thanks.”
Cynthia prepared two cups of filter coffee.
“Milk?”
“Yes, please.”
“That Miss Laidlaw seems like a good sport.  Didn’t bat an eyelid.”
“I know,” giggled Thomasina.  “I don’t know her at all, really, but she seems really nice.”
There was something about Cynthia that put her totally at ease.  A sort of motherly vibe.
“So…tell me.  It must have been terribly difficult at first.  Violet – Miss Poole – told me you were horrified when you first saw it.”
“I was terrified, actually.”
“But you adapted.  Good.  How do you feel now?”
“I’m okay…”
“What your friend just said…”
Thomasina blushed.
“You can be absolutely frank with me, darling.  For many of my customers wearing latex is an intensely erotic experience.  If you’re lucky enough to share those feelings…”
“Well...  I really had no idea…  I’ve never thought of myself as…you know…sexy, or anything…  I don’t have a boyfriend, and I have little interest in boys, to be honest.  But wearing this…”
“What is it you feel?  Can you define it?”
“Physical arousal, yes…not only from the feel of the latex against my skin, but from…”
“Yes?  What else?”
“It sounds stupid…vain almost…  Being looked at…stared at…  Seeing those stupid boys with their tongues almost hanging out…  It makes me feel - I know this sounds ridiculous – it makes me feel powerful, like I’ve got them on a leash, and I can make them do anything I want.  And that makes it doubly exciting, somehow...”
“Knowing they’re helpless, seeing them crippled by lust, but completely impotent…”
“Yes!  Exactly!  It makes me so horny!  I mean…”
“It’s all right, Thomasina.  You’re lucky.  You have tapped into the real erotic power of womanhood.  So many women are subservient.  You are one of those who has the upper hand, who always will have.  Sexual fulfilment comes from within, or maybe from one of your own sex.  It isn’t dependent on some man’s pathetic, disloyal appendage.  You should celebrate your good fortune.”
“Gosh, Cynthia.  You understand perfectly…  That makes me feel so much better.  I wasn’t sure if I was just a total pervert…”
“In terms of social mores you may be.  But then so am I.  Otherwise I wouldn’t be doing what I do.  No, you should enjoy every moment.  How do you find riding in latex?”
“Oh, amazing!  Except…”
“Yes?”
“If I get too turned on…  Well, it can show…”
“Ah, yes.  I think you’re need a catsuit from the Invader range.”
“Those ones at the back, with no crotch zips, right?”
“Yes.  They don’t have crotch zips, but they have something else.  I have one which I had made for you, just in case…”
She went to a drawer, and took out a sealed gey plastic bag.  She tore it open.  A glossy cream creation tumbled out.   She unzipped the back, and showed Thomasina the inside of the crotch.  Projecting from the seam was a moulded pen-is-shaped dil-do.  Thomasina gasped with surprise.  She looked at it, looked up at Cynthia, and looked again.
“Feel it.”
She touched and gently squeezed it.  “Oh my god…  Imagine riding with that inside…”
“It’s actually modelled from someone you know.”
Thomsina frowned, and looked at her questioningly.
“Ponyboy.”
“What?”
“True.  From a few months ago.”  She laughed.  “It’s only nine centimetres.  Won’t do much damage.  But in the saddle orgasms are unavoidable.  Not that anyone else need know.”
“Wow…”
“Try it on.  If you like it you can wear it to go home.”
“I couldn’t…”
“Why not?  No-one can tell.  Except you.”
Thomasina bit her lip.  Her heart was beating faster.  Why not?  No-one would know…

[Simonssister]

Chapter 297.

Fifteen minutes later they left the office and went in search of the others.  Thomasina was excited.  She has a new outfit, the offer of many more, and she had been offered and accepted the modelling job.  As she walked, the latex dil-do flexed inside her, sending little ripples of pleasure through her body, and making her smile at the thought that it was exactly how Ponyboy’s one would feel.  They found them at the end of the third aisle, where there was also a full-length mirror.  Each of them was holding a Fantastex carrier-bag.
“Thommie!  That’s amazing!  Cream!  Somehow it’s even more sexy than the pink one!  Look at yourself!”
Thomasina stood in front of the mirror.  Caroline was right.  Cream was more sexy.  It was the tension between the innocence of the colour and the sexiness of the fit.  The colour rose in her cheeks.  She imagined what she might feel like mounted on Crumble.  She drew in a tremulous breath.
“Are you going to wear it home?”
“Why not?  It’ll be a change from the pink one.”
“Miss Laidlaw – I mean Emily -  is going to give us a lift, so you won’t have to endure that bus-ride again.  And she bought me a present.”
“Why don’t you go to the changing-room and put it on, Caroline?  I’m sure Thomasina would like to see it.”
“I will!  Wait here, everyone!”

Miss Laidlaw winked at Cynthia.  “I bought myself one too.  But I’ll be back for more.  Your stock is irresistible.”
“I’m glad it interests you, Emily.  I hope Daphne gave you a discount.”
“She did.”
“She’s knows my mind better than anyone.  If there’s anything specific, call me or call in, won’t you?”
In two minutes Caroline was back.  Her riding breeches had been replaced by a cute little red mini-skirt.
“It’s so cool!  Thank you, Emily!  I’ll wear it to your party if that’s all right.”
“I asked Caroline as well, Thomasina.  With both of you there I know we’re going to have fun!”

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[Simonssister]

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