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Dressed To Kill Ch. 01

By: GRGrayson



Noella sat in the middle of her lounge room, tears flowing down her cheeks, as she surveyed the remnants of her life. The family for which she had spent the last twenty years nurturing and growing had bee destroyed. Damien, the man she had fallen for as a young woman, had trashed her life, her trust and self respect. 

To those on the outside, it appeared to be the ideal marriage, but in the end nothing could have been further from the truth. Her marriage to Damien had started off being full of fun, joy and light. It was sprinkled with spontaneous gifts, bouquets of flowers, romantic dinners at the best restaurants and exciting weekends away, filled with hot joyful sex, that left her body shaking from multiple orgasms. But these times had been consigned to the distant past as steadily over the next twenty years, the bond of their love frayed, overwhelmed by the raising of children, Damien's ambitious climb up the ladder of success and their mutual obsession to acquire material possessions.

For a time, the beautiful beach side house, European cars, indulgent spending sprees for clothes and overseas holidays compensated for the steadily decaying relationship. They were able to put on a front of harmony and happiness in front of family and friends but at home it was a very different situation, with constant disagreement and arguments. Damien's absence from the home grew to the point he was hardly ever there. Noella was certain Damien was seeing another woman. There were phone calls to Damien's where he would rush outside and spend a half an hour on the phone and Damien came home late from work almost every night. But try as she may, she could never prove it. That was until one day when an unusual message arrived in the family e-mail account.

Noella didn't recognise the sender, but the subject read,"Something just for you." Her curiosity was peaked, even though she knew it could just be spam. Despite this, she opened the message to find an attachment and salutation. " Much Love. Jennifer". Now she was intrigued! She clicked the attachment and watched as her computer opened its movie playing software. At first it flickered as it loaded a video clip. As it began to play Noella couldn't believe her eyes and she was soon wishing she had just deleted the message instead. There was Damien in all his naked glory, lying on his back, as a young woman, presumably Jennifer, gyrated wildly on his erect penis. Damien was emitting deep guttural groans, which were almost drowned about by Jennifer's squeals of pleasure, that came with each stroke. Tears streamed down her cheeks as Damien's infidelity was laid bare.

Part of Noella wanted turn it off immediately, delete it and pretend it never happened. Another part was fixated, as the man she had been faithfully married to, humped and pumped some young skank. She knew that there relationship was somewhat fractured, but that was totally different to having your husbands infidelity on open display right in front of you. Mixed emotions of hurt and anger swirled through her body as she realised that her marriage had become a total sham.

Soon anger overcame hurt and retribution became the key goal. She pressed forward on the message, entered Damien's e-mail address and typed:

"WTF is this!!!!!!!! You cheating prick.!!!"

"Noella."

And pressed send.

The power of the moment emboldened her.

She created a new message and attached the video file. She then searched the address book.

She found the groups of e-mail addresses. Friends click. Then she found a group of all Damien's work colleagues. Click. Then she looked for Damien's mother. Click.

In the subject box she typed: "Cheating Bastard!"

Then she clicked: Send.

She watched as the the messages disappeared from the draft box, confirming that the message had been sent. She had a brief moment of trepidation, but the she thought, "Nope! I've been too nice for too long!'

The fallout from this was almost immediate. Her mobile phone rang. It was Damien.

"What are you doing?"

"Bastard!" she screamed down the phone and hung up.

Straight away the phone rang again. It was her friend Suzie.

"What's going on honey? Who's that woman with Damien in the video? Oh my God it's terrible!"

"He's cheated on me!" Noella wailed and tears began to flow.

"I'll be straight over." And she hung up.

The phone rang again. It was Damien. He was wild!

"Who did you send it to? Noella. Who did you send it to?"

"Everyone!" She bawled. "Bastard!" She hung up again.

The phone rang again. It was another good friend. Jodie. She too was soon on her way over to look after Noella.

Again the phone rang. It was Damien. This time his mood was incendiary.

"You bitch! You sent it to my mother! You sent it to my mother! Bitch!"

"Bastard!" She screamed and once again she slammed the phone down.

Soon her friends arrived to supporther. Together they cried and swore at Damien and gave her many hugs. They consoled and comforted her, as it was clear to all, that her marriage was now over.

The fallout was enormous. There were numerous screaming phone calls and one mammoth fight on the front step of the house when she wouldn't let Damien in. Damien was shunned by all and sundry when it had become apparent to his friends and acquaintances, that the appearance of being a good husband and great father, was merely a thin veneer. Noella banned him from the house and told the kids their father wouldn't be returning anytime soon.

That was until one fateful Sunday afternoon two weeks later, when Damien came home with his tail between his legs. He begged to move back in, for the sake of the kids. Their children Stephanie, Marcus and Emily had been missing him terribly and so Noella relented. He had promised to behave immaculately and was banished to the spare room.

Little did Noella know that this was the beginning of the end for her family. Damien threw himself into the role of doting father, showering the two eldest, Stephanie and Marcus with new cars and enlarging 16 year old Emily's wardrobe to ridiculous proportions. The kids adoration for their father sky rocketed, as he ingratiated himself by splashing cash around in an almost obscene manner.They started resenting Noella's voice of reason and moderation, and at times she felt as though Damien was deliberately setting them against her.

It all came to a head when Noella's elderly aunt died suddenly. A wealthy single woman with no children, she had left most of possessions to Noella, her mother and her brother George, with only a small remaining portion going to the Cat Protection society. The estate included a magnificent mansion in Toorak, near the city, a beach down the coast in Lorne and an apartment in Noosa Heads. This was complimented by a significant amount of cash and a large stock portfolio. Conservatively it was all valued at $18 million, with Noella's share topping $4.5million! It buoyed Noella knowing that if she was careful, She would be able to live extremely comfortably for the rest of her life.

With Noella now an independently wealthy woman, Damien made his move. It was a weekday 12 months and one week after the sex video incident. The kids having already left for school and university, Damien had unusually not departed for work on the dot of 7-30am. Noella was clearing up the breakfast dishes and getting ready for to depart for her part time job at a local law office.

Damien came up to the bench, and dropped a bunch of what Noella recognised as legal documents.

"I want a divorce." He opened.

"You want a what?" replied Noella.

"A divorce. I want a divorce."

"Why you fucking shit!" Noella exploded and whipped her hand to catch him with a full blown slap across his cheek. The cracking sound of the contact echoed across the kitchen. Damien wheeled backwards from the surprise and venom of the blow.

"You fucking prick! You fucking , fucking prick! My you have some nerve!" Noella was gaining voice now, as anger exploded through her body.

Damien quickly retreated, grabbing for his keys and brief case. Noella instinct was to grab a kitchen knife and separate him from his testicles then and there. Damien was under no illusion as to the force of anger he had unleashed and headed for the garage door, making a hasty exit. A coffee cup smashing into the door as he hastily shut it.

"Prick!"Screamed Noella as the door slammed behind him.

Noella stood there at the breakfast counter seething with anger at the audacity of Damien. He was the cheating bastard! It was his infidelity that created this situation. She had been very forgiving, allowing him back in the house and now he's saying he wants out!

"Bastard!"

Still shaking she opened the bundle of legal documents. Her jaw dropped in disbelief and if it was possible, who anger multiplied to catastrophic levels as she flicked through the pages of documents. Having been a legal secretary for many years, she had a fair understanding what was being demanded by Damien.

He was claiming custody of the kids.

He was claiming occupancy and ownership of the house.

He was claiming 70% or $3150000 of her inheritance because he was caring for the kids and he wanted $5000 per week maintenance!

Noella stood there gobsmacked. Damien wanted to take everything she had. The family. The house. Her money. Her life!

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she began to sob. A feeling of devastation washing over her. She didn't know how long she stood there overwhelmed by anger and resentment, but she was suddenly brought back to earth by the ring of her mobile phone. It was her boss Steven, wondering why she hadn't arrived for work. She apologised to him, and told him that there had been a problem, but she'd come straight in ashe wanted to talk to him when she got in. Steven said that would be fine.

She went upstairs and freshened up, removing all traces of tears, changed from a floral dress to a power suit and headed off to the office.

At the office Steve was concerned for her because she had sounded so terrible on the phone and ushered her straight into his office. Julie, his PA brought in strong coffee and they sat at his conference table. She put the legal documents on the table and began to explain what had happened. Steven summoned Natalie who was the firms Family Law expert and they were soon pouring over the documents. As he turned the pages Steven shook his head. He turned to Noella.

"Your husband really is a prick isn't he?"

"Yep." Noella agreed.

"I mean I've never ever seen anything like it! Have you Natalie?"

"Never!" She replied. "He just wants everything! And he just handed these to after breakfast?"

"Yes. He waited until the kids had left for the day."

"Unbelievable!" Announced Natalie as she joined Steven in the head shaking.

"Look. Don't worry Noella. There is no way a judge would agree to all of this. This is like theft!"

"Well I feel like I'm being robbed of my life."

"Don't worry Noella. We'll fix him up! Now go home and pack up all his things and send them to his office. If his claiming separation by sleeping in the guest room, then let's make him truly separated!"

And so it began. Lawyers at twenty paces and it wasn't pretty.

Eventually an agreement was made and the children did move in with Damien, but not in the family home. To Noella's great regret, the beautiful bayside that she so cherished was sold with the proceeds of about $1.5m ,after the mortgage was settled, split fifty/fifty. Damien didn't get his hands on most of her inheritance, but it did cost her $1m with another $1m in a trust for the kids.

All in all, it was an expensive exercise, leaving Noella significantly out of pocket and she thought it was the man that was meant to come off worse!

So here she sat. cleaning out the last of the families possessions from the house that she had adored, as settlement was in three days time and so the time to leave this beautiful home was upon her. The pain she felt from the collapse of her life was immense and she felt as though she may never recover.

Dressed To Kill Ch. 02



It had been about three months since she had left the big house. She had settled well into her new Townhouse near the Brighton Village. It was only a couple of years old and was one of four. It was quite large with four bedrooms, which was far in excess of Noella's personal needs, but she had chosen something this size, so that if the day ever came that Damien lost his spell over the kids, they could easily move in with her. This idea gave her hope.

The townhouse also had a large family/kitchen area, a lovely sitting and dining area and alfresco BBQ area, complete with spa. There were also three car parks in the underground garage. 

It hadn't been cheap, but Noella thought it was well worth it. Even though Damien had managed to help himself to a fair chunk of Noella's fortune, she would still be considered independently wealthy by most people.

She still worked at the law practice, but she had cut it down to only two days a week and worked more for the interest and social interaction than the money. She wanted to enjoy being a lady of leisure and it also made being available for the kids easier. The two oldest came and spent a night with her a least once a week and she had Emily for a full weekend every fortnight and regularly picked her up from school. Her relationship with her family was still hanging in there, although Damien's unabashed bribery still held sway over them.

The week after she moved into the townhouse she treated herself to a makeover. She thought new house needs a "new" Noella! It had started with a new haircut and colour which made her feel younger and sexier. This was followed by a week long assault on the shops! With Suzie and Jodie in tow, they shopped until they dropped. They hit all the major shopping strips and malls in Melbourne. Jodie and Suzie would hunt for the best clothes in each shop and Noella would stand in the change room and try each outfit on. They were quite a team. At the end of each day they would end up Noella's townhouse ,where she parade the days purchases over a glass of champagne, which they felt they thoroughly deserved.

The score at the end of the week, the score was: 2 suits, 8 new dresses, 5 skirts, 11 blouses, 4 pairs of jeans, 3 jumpers, enough lingerie for 3 weeks wear and 30 pairs of shoes! Yes Noella had thought she had overdone it on the shoes, but everywhere they went she saw another pair she just had to have. It did mean she spent nearly $10000 on shoes, but there was no Damien to complain about the cost anymore. Anyway she did deserve them and they did look fabulous.

After winding up the shopping on Friday morning Jodie and Suzie came back for lunch to christen the townhouse good and proper and celebrate the end of "shopping week", which had been great fun. Much time was spent much time in the spa, and Noella felt a little embarrassed by the number of champagne bottles deposited in her re-cycling bin. Jodie and Suze also expended a lot of effort her telling she had to get out and explore the talent, now that was she free of the shackles of her marriage to Damien. It had become a bit annoying, but it did start her thinking. It had been along time since she had been with a man other than Damien and for the last 10 years sex had been infrequent and ordinary. The thought of exploring opportunities with another man made her feel both nervous and excited.

Anyway she was sort of getting out on Saturday. She had been invited to a wedding for her cousin's daughter. The invitation had said "and friend", but she had decided to take the solo option. Late on Friday Suzie and Jodie had spent 2 hours with her working through all the options her new wardrobe provided, finally deciding on striking Jone of New York dress, which had an exotic pattern of blues, yellows and blacks, matched with a pair of Jimmy Choo black sky scraper pumps, matching clutch and a little blue jacket to go over if it got cool. 

"You know what Ella?" began Suzie as Noella turned in front of her dressing room mirror, examining their final selection from every possible angle.

"What Suze?"

"I've got to say you look hot!'

"No way." Laughed Noella a little embarrassed.

"Oh you do!" Agreed Jodie. "Do you think there might be some hunks at the wedding?"

"I'm not going to this wedding looking for a hunk." answered Noella somewhat testily.

"Well you never know."

As she stood in front of the mirror, Noella had to agree that she looked pretty good and she felt very happy. After the separation she had engaged a personal trainer and the results were there to see. Slim waste, tight butt and a little bit of cleavage. She smiled to herself and felt a small burst of confidence that had been missing for sometime.





The wedding ceremony for Veronica and Paul had been in a lovely public garden a couple of suburbs away. It was a nice ceremony, as far as weddings go, but Noella's appetite for marriage had somewhat wained and she hoped theirs had a better outcome than hers. She stood at the back trying to avoid attention, although she did get a couple of nods of acknowledgement here and there.

The wedding reception was at a huge yacht club down by the bay. The room was beautifully laid out. There were ornate decorations with stunning flower arrangements on each of the tables, creating an amazing effect. The table plan told Noella she was on table 19, up near the back of the room. She quickly found her place and it soon became obvious that she was on the "strays" table, along with partners of the bridal partners and anybody else who was "solo" for the day.

Once everybody was seated they all politely introduced themselves, although Noella immediately forgot all the names. Except for Tom. He was a kind of cute looking young guy. Probably in his mid- twenties. A young boy really. But he smiled at Noella and she smiled back.

The wedding reception was the same as all the others she had attended. Soup. Then chicken or beef. Speeches of which Noella took little interest, all interlaced by some dance brackets. The music in this case, being supplied by a DJ who played a good mix of pop and retro.

Noella mingled a little bit, saying hi to her cousin and other relatives, but all in all she remained pretty detached. Finally the bridal waltz arrived and everybody at the table paired up and made for the dance floor. This left Noella and Tom as the only ones still at the table. Tom turned to Noella.

"Would you like to dance?'"

"Sure. Why not?'' she replied.

He put out his arm for to her join him.

Manners! How nice!

The song was some drippy love song she didn't recognise. Tom turned her and moved to put his arm around her to hold her, clearly demonstrating dancing lessons had be taken. The confident embrace felt good to Noella, as he gracefully guided her around the floor. She enjoyed his strength and poise. The song finished and Noella was wishing that it would keep going. When to her surprise Tom leaned over.

"Would you like to dance the next one?"

"Sure I'd love to." She replied.

In the end they danced the whole bracket and Noella was amazed by how much fun she was having. She then excused herself to the"Ladies", but when she got back to their table she found her seat taken by a mingler. She stood there for a moment feeling a bit awkward when Tom's big arm reached out, secured her wrist and pulled her towards him. He slid his chair out from the table slightly and glided her neatly on to his lap. This caught Noella off guard and she flashed a slightly embarrassed smile at Tom. In turn he flashed a cheeky grin and secured her firmly with a strong arm around her waist. Noella wriggled a little and enjoyed the slight gasping reaction this elicited from Tom. 

Once they settled into a light banter, Noella discovered that Tom was a cousin of the groom and he was in marketing, liked football and didn't have a girl. Noella was a bit more candid, not wishing to elaborate on the whole bloody mess that had been her life in recent times.

This made a fun diversion and helped make the wedding go quickly. Finally the bride and groom departed, after the bride had lobbed the bouquet at one of her friends. Tom asked her how she was getting home. She told him she had left her car at home intending to catch a cab, so she could have had a few drinks, just in case it had all been too unbearable.

"Where do you live, because I'd be happy to drop you home."

And so it was done. Noella found herself getting in to a car with a rather cute young man who was 17 years her junior. He even opened the car door for her.

After a short drive filled with a few nervous silent pauses, they arrived outside her house.

"Thanks for tonight. You really made an ordinary night enjoyable." 

"You're welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He replied.

Then before she knew it, Tom's had moved her towards the centre of the car, his lips were upon hers and his tongue was prying for an opening.

A whole lot of emotions and feelings that had been buried for years surged through her body. The touch of new flesh and the feel of different and exciting lips, that moulded deliciously to hers. Noella moved her wanting body towards Tom. Extracting her mouth from his, she whispered.

"Do you want to come inside?"

She couldn't believe she was saying such things. It was preposterous! Here she was. A 42 year old mother of three, inviting a young stud into her house! 

OMG! What am I doing?

"I'd loved to." Came the husky reply.

Before she knew it, Noella was standing on the front doorstep of her town house with Tom towering over her. She was shaking a little and it felt a butterfly farm was in her stomach. It had been along time since she had done anything like this and she wondered if she'd remember what to do!

Can I do this. I'm so excited and nervous, all at the same time/

As the door swung open she turned on the light and took Tom's hand, guiding him into the foyer. Noella needn't have worried about knowing what to do as Tom certainly knew what he was about.

Firmly grasping her waist, he glided her so that her back was pushed against the foyer wall, pinning her so that she was now at his mercy. He lips reconnected with hers, again his tongue was prying for hers. Noella felt an explosion of passion within herself and she kissed him back with burning desire.

Fuck he's gorgeous and strong!

Soon his hand were on her breasts, feeling their full shape. Responding, Noella slapped her hands onto Tom's buttocks, pulling his crutch into hers. The heat they were generating was intense and she swooned as her nipples hardened from his searching caresses. She slid her right hand from the firm buttock it had held and groped for the front of his trousers. Finding his hard, rigid pole, she squeezed it, marvelling at the size of the instrument of love that she had grasped.

Tom exploded, his hands searching for a way to release Noella's body from the dress that frustrated her body from his intention. Slipping his grip, she pulled down the zipper in the side of her dress and with a shrug of her shoulders and wiggle of her hips, the dress fell to the floor.

"Still got it!" She thought as she remembered her ability to undress in a matter of seconds.

With free access to Noella's nicely buffed body, Tom dragged at her bra so that it was now around her waist. Seizing her freed breasts he planted his mouth on her nipple, sucking at voraciously. Noella swooned at the power of this passionate attack on her body, a moan of pleasure slipping from her lips.

Holy fuck!

Tom's attention now turned to her panties, ripping her $50 La Perla G-string from her body, then in one motion her lifted her from the floor and deposited her buttocks on the occasional chair that stood in the foyer.

"Whoa!" Gasped Noella at the swiftness and power of this move. Her near naked body lying on its back. Tom ripped at at his fly and belt quickly releasing his trousers so that they tumbled to the floor. He then grasped her ankles and spread her slender legs so that her womanhood was completely exposed. There was a brief pause as he fumbled to get a condom on his erect pole. Noella gasped as he pushed to enter her with force that she had never experienced before. Foreplay was apparently over. Eventually with a grunt, he entered Noella, who was surprised by the sheer size of the man. His power was astounding, as he drove his cock into her.

Shit! He's enormous! Oh my God he is going to kill me.

As she absorbed each blow, grasped his buttocks, holding on for dear life, as the thrusting grew with intensity. Soon he began to groan, the pounding reaching a crescendo and with an all mighty yell Tom climaxed with a number of long piston like strokes. Suddenly his body went limp and Noella struggled under the wait of such a large man.

Abruptly he stood up and pulled up and secured his trousers.

"Thanks! You were great!" he exclaimed, lent over and gave a kiss on the cheek.

"I've got to go. Got training in the morning!."

With that, he opened the front and disappeared into the night.

Noella was stunned.

"What about me!" She yelled as the door clicked shut behind him.

She looked at the precarious position he had left her in, in his haste to leave. She sat up, stunned at what had just occurred. She had wanted intimacy, touch, joy and sensuality and all she got was a pumping from a guy who might as well gone home and had a good wank.

"Is this modern sex?" She thought to herself. Then she laughed. "I bloody hope not!"

She was totally frustrated by the situation. She had hope for an exciting and exhilarating experience with a strong, handsome and virile young man. Instead all she got was disappointment and a feeling a of sexual tension that had been missing for many years. She wondered what to do next. Then a light went on in her mind. Standing, she made her way to her bedroom and searched through the bottom draw of beside table for a little box which contained a gift that her girlfriends had given to her for her fortieth birthday. It was meant to be a joke but Noella was intending to put it serious use. With a sigh of success she grabbed the little pink box and slid back the lid to reveal a rather large looking black vibrator. Her "friends" had said that she had never experienced black so here was her chance.

"Well tonights the night!"

She removed the long somewhat daunting shaft from the box, along with a little bottle of lubricant that accompanied it. She squirted a little lube along its length and lay back on the bed and slid the long penis like object across her clitoris.

She gasped. 

Do I really want to do this?

Deep down within her consciousness she knew she was going to! She knew it was time to let some of the old taboos go and if a man wasn't going to satisfy her, then she was going to have to take matters into her own hands so to speak.

She twisted the dial on top of the vibrator and it began to buzz and she felt the slight oscillation in her hand. Once again she drew it across her clitoris and the sensation was far more intense and amazingly exciting.

She gasped at the intensity of the sensation.

Fuck! Oh! Fuck that is good!

Soon the busy sound of the vibrator filled the room as Noella immersed herself in the search for pleasure. At first she gently worked her clit with the black tool before gently exploring her womanhood, the intense sensations pulsing through her body. Noella drifted off into trance like dream, her ideal man fondling her, caressing her, stroking within her with a hard taunt member. Noella's body began throbbing with the surge of orgasm and she moaned and cried with pleasure. Her body went taunt as she reached a crescendo.

She lay still for a while, enjoying the strength of the experience. She was relaxed in a dreamy state with many built up tensions from her marriage break up, released in an orgasmic healing. 

From now on, I'm in control! No more cum and run for this girl!

Soon she was overcome by the events of the day and was soon swept up by fatigue. She rolled over into the comfort of her pillow and doona and she quickly fell asleep.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 03



Noella had started to develop a routine. Monday and Tuesday she shuttled Emily to school and had the kids over for dinner, Wednesday and Thursday she worked at the legal practice, Friday was shopping and lunch with girls and she had the kids every other weekend. This weekend it was her turn, she had Emily full time but Marcus and Stephanie pleased themselves, sometimes staying over, sometimes just dropping by and sometimes never showing at all. When they wanted something they certainly made their presence felt and it wasn't unusual for Noella to spend a significant amount of her weekend buying clothes for a party, a weekend away or some other occasion that her kids were attending. Noella often spent significant amounts of money which she resented; it often felt like it was a competition who could spoil the kids the most, as Damien never missed an opportunity to ingratiate himself by opening his wallet.

Even on the weekends when she didn't have the kids, she always ensured she went to watch them play sport. When she was by herself she shopped and generally kept busy, often taking in a manicure or a spa treatment, some spoil time for herself. She realised after many years of putting the family first it was important to have some valuable 'me' time.

A couple of days after Noella had been to the wedding she bumped into one her neighbours at the letter boxes.

"Hi! I'm Julia, from number one"

"Hi Julia, I'm Noella. I've just shifted into number two."

"Yes. I saw all the moving vans."

"It was a bit of a production wasn't it?" laughed Noella.

"It certainly looked like it. Are you settling in?"

"I think so. Just a few small boxes to unpack, but I really do like the neighbourhood."

"I like it here too. I was thinking, we should have drinks to welcome you. Prue who lives in the back at number four is a doll and Janette and Steph from number three are great fun. I'm sure we'd have a great time."

"Sounds good, I'd love to!"

"Okay. A week Sunday week?"

"A week Sunday!"

"I'll tell the others. Now, if it's a problem, just pop around to number one and let me know."

"Will do! I look forward to it."

"See you then!" confirmed Julia.

"See you."

With that, they both went inside their respective town houses.

The week ambled by as if to impede Noella from reaching the thing she desired. "Drinks". It went by full of the usual dreariness of picking up Emily from school, having the kids over for dinner four nights in a row as Damien had started to slide away from fulfilling his commitments. Noella filled this void more and more. She found it frustrating but the kids were more important than her grudges against Damien and so she put up with his slackness for the moment.

She did have one bright spot, a nice lunch with Jodie and Suzie at the Larder in Brighton, which is the kind of place where everybody went to see and be seen. They chatted about the goings on in their lives, both Suzie and Jodie were apparently solidly married to successful professional men, Suzie to a commercial lawyer and Jodie to a CEO of an import company. A large chunk of the conversation dwelled on Damien and his treatment of Noella. Noella also told them of the impending drinks invite from Julia. Suzie and Jodie were excited for her and couldn't wait to hear all the details next Friday. On the way back to her car she spotted a gorgeous pair of black suede shoes with crystal embossed heels, perfect for Sunday! Of course she didn't really need another pair shoes but she loved being able to indulge herself without ending up in World War Three with Damien over spending money on shoes.

You can't have too many shoes? Can you?

Sunday arrived and Noella felt excitement as she would finally be meeting the other "girls" who lived in the block of townhouses. It did strike her as being unusual that all the units were inhabited by unattached women. Maybe it was a sign that the women of today were becoming independent, but she didn't give it much more thought than that.

The previous night she took two bottles of Moet 2002 Grand Vintage, which she had stolen from Damien's cellar before he cleaned it out and popped them in the fridge. A small piece of revenge but it made her feel better and she was sure this would enhance the flavour. In the morning she had her hair and nails done before lounging around the rest of the day watching a video and catching up with friends on Facebook and e-mail. Also, she made sure the little black cocktail dress she was going to wear was ready to go. She laid it on the bed to match it up with the new shoes she had bought and was happy with how beautifully they matched.

Five o'clock arrived. Dressed, Noella carefully inspected herself in the full size mirror in her dressing room and was happy with the result.

"Mmmm. Classy but not overstated. Perfect!"

Feeling great within herself, she put the champagne into a leather wine carry, picked up her black clutch with diamante trim and headed off to number one with a spring in her step and a wiggle in her hips.

She rang the bell at number one and it was soon opened by a smiling Julia, a glass of champagne already in hand.

"Hi honey! Come in." she sparkled, standing aside to allow Noella to come inside. "We've already started, as you can tell!" she admitted, holding up her crystal champagne flute.

Julia was wearing a short, fuchsia coloured, figure hugging dress with a severe v-neckline that revealed an ample cleavage. It was highlighted with a gold belt and some towering gold heels with black straps Noella recognised from a magazine.

Julia was a statuesque woman. Five ten in the old, precisely cut strawberry red hair which always attracted the eye. She possessed a neat but tight bust and her slim hips lent down to lithe and long legs.

"I love the dress! And the shoes!" oozed Noella. "You look great!"

"Why thank you! And you look great too. I love the sparkles on the shoes; I'll have to try them on later!"

"Sure!" agreed Noella.

With that, Noella entered Julia's townhouse which was similar, but not exactly the same as hers. She followed Julia into the kitchen/family area.

"I've brought a contribution." she announced holding up the wine carry.

"You shouldn't have." replied Julia.

"I know. But I wanted to."

"Very nice!" exclaimed Julia as she removed the wine from the carry. "You didn't have to be so extravagant." She scolded, as she put the two expensive bottles of champagne into the refrigerator.

"I wasn't." Laughed Noella. "I stole them from my ex's wine cellar before I left."

"Marvellous! Will drink that next." announced Julia. "Now let me introduce you to the other girls."

She guided Noella over to where three impeccably dressed women were chatting at the end of the counter.

"This is Janette from number three" announced Julia moving towards a very statuesque blonde in her late 20's, whose perfectly coiffed hair dropped down in ringlets, framing a beautiful face with fine features. Her figure was the antitheses of the skeletons that inhabit most catwalks today, with ample, but perfectly proportioned breasts and hips. She was wrapped in a figure revealing vintage lace, thigh high dress with sheer sleeves and towering white heels with thick ankle straps.

"Hi."

"Hi."

They greeted by grazing each other's cheek with a soft peck of a kiss.

Julia now guided Noella to the end of the counter where a woman who appeared to be in her mid-forties was standing.

"And this is Prue from number four."

"Hi Prue."

"Hi" replied Prue. "Lovely to meet you."

"And you."

And as with Janette, they grazed cheeks with small pecks of kisses. Prue was wearing an electric blue low cut cocktail dress which highlighted a very shapely bosom. The dress was complimented by stunning matching suede tall heels. Prue's dark shoulder length hair was streaked with deep red highlights. Her slight figure carried her outfit beautifully.

"And last but least, this is Steph who shares number three with Jeanette."

Steph gave a little curtsy before planting a peck on Noella's cheek which was now covered by array of different coloured lipsticks.

"Lovely to meet you." declared Steph.

"And you." replied Noella.

Steph was tiny in comparison to the other women, in her monster black heels she looked average height, but in her stockings she'd was lucky to make 5' 1''. Steph had opted for a black stretch mini-skirt over fishnet stockings that accentuated her shapely legs. She wore a sheer white blouse that revealed a black laced bra underneath. Her shoulder length hair was dark and cut with a fringe. The whole effect was very sexy.

Noella was impressed by how stunning and beautifully presented the four women were.

"I must say you all look amazing."

"Why thank you." chimed Prue and Jeanette together.

"You're not looking too shabby yourself." confirmed Julia.

"Why thank you." replied Noella, feeling a little embarrassed, a flush of red filled her cheeks.

"Now we had better pour you a glass of bubbles." offered Julia.

"Yes please." responded Noella.

Julia opened the fridge and removed an open bottle of Veuve Clicquot. From the freezer she grabbed a chilled crystal champagne flute and gently trickled the French nectar slowly into the glass, showing the skill gained from pouring many glasses of champagne. She filled the glass three quarters full and passed it to Noella. Picking up her own glass that had been sitting on the counter, she proposed a toast.

"To new friendships and old friendships. May they last forever."

"Forever!" The others chimed in.

They clinked each other's glasses and sipped the bubbling liquid.

"Let's retire to the sitting room." Julia announced. With glasses in hand they moved to the sitting room where there were a number of platters laid out on a large rectangular coffee table. There was Julia's famous chicken, macadamia and celery sandwiches, a platter with hummus, guacamole and beetroot dip surrounded by fresh carrot, celery and zucchini and corn chips for dipping. As well there were macaroons and madeleines for the sweet tooth and a large cream and strawberry sponge cake took centre stage.

"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed Janette

"Wow. You have been busy." complimented Noella.

"Thank you, but it's not all my own work." admitted Julia.

"Do you want me to able to still wear this dress?" laughed Prue and they all joined in.

"I hope you enjoy it. Now take a seat everyone." indicated Julia.

So they all took a place on the large comfy sofa and chairs that circled the coffee table laden with food. On the wall a large gas log fire place was just trickling along to give some ambience, a large flat screen TV above.

The sitting room was large and comfortable with luxurious carpet and drapes, the dominant colour being a muted gold. In one corner was a large display case full of crystal glassware and ceramic figurines. The effect was an opulent and comfortable room, ideal for gatherings like this.

"I love the room." admired Noella."It gives me inspiration to do something with mine. It's a bit boring and dull at the moment."

"Why thank you. I love it in here. I often hole up in here, especially in winter. The fire is fabulous."

As the French champagne flowed so did the conversation and soon the room was filled with happy chatter and laughter.

"Ok ladies." called Julia above the animated chatter, quiet came over the room. "Since we're here to get to know Noella and Noella us, I propose we play a little game."

"Ooh! A game! I love games" giggled Jeanette.

"Well it's kind of a game. Everybody has a turn and the other four get to ask a question. If you don't answer the question, you have to skull your champagne. OK?"

"Well it's not really a penalty." observed Jeanette.

"Can I answer the question and skull?" asked Steph, everybody laughed.

"Well if you must." replied Julia. "But it's really about Noella getting to know everybody, but to make it a bit more interesting you have to tell everybody your work, family status and age."

There was a stir.

"Age!" exclaimed Prue

"Well you can lie about your age if you must."

Laughter filled the room once again.

"Alright who's going to go first?"

"I think you should." suggested Prue. "After all it's your game."

"Alright, I'll go first. My name is Julia Jones. Yes, some uncouth people call me JJ. I am 39 and the owner and chair of "Julia's Fashions". I am divorced from a cheating pig of a man, with an only son who is currently playing basketball in America for St. Mary's College. He is a small boy of 6' 11".

"6' 11!" Gasped Noella."

"He can eat enough for small army! Alright, who's got a question?"

"I'll go first." Volunteered Noella. "Do you get along with you ex?"

"No! Next!"

"What's your favourite thing in life?" Prue asked.

"Watching my son play basketball. Hopefully he'll be in the NBA one day."

"That would be amazing." suggested Noella.

"Yep it would" agreed Julia. "He's working hard and it's looking promising. Next."

"What's you biggest weakness?" questioned Jeanette, taking her turn.

"Ah. That's a hard one." She paused to think. "Can I have three?"

" Three? Ok . You can have three weaknesses." agreed Jeanette

"Ok. Number one is shoes. Number two would be chocolate. Number three? That would be men."

They all laughed.

"Men at number three?" queried Steph.

"Well the other two don't answer back!"

They all shrieked with hysterics.

"How many shoes do you have?"asked Noella.

"Three hundred." She mumbled, a little embarrassed.

"Three hundred!" shouted Noella. The others screamed. "I don't feel so bad about my 70 pairs now!"

"I'm glad you feel better at my expense. And number four would be champagne." she giggled as she took another swig from her glass.

"Have you had fun now?" Julia asked. "Ok. Who's next?"

"I'll go next." said Noella.

"Good." confirmed Julia.

"Ok." began Noella. "My name is Noella Howson. I'm 42 and divorced from a right prick of a man. I have three great kids who live with their charming father and I work part-time in a legal practice. First question please."

"Why did you leave you husband?" asked Prue.

"He left me."

"Ooh." They all gasped. It was Steph's turn.

"How come your kids live with their father?"

"Are you OK with that?" asked a concerned Prue."Because you know you don't have to answer it."

"It's ok." confirmed Noella "Shortly before he asked for a divorce, I inherited a lot of money from a maiden aunt. Damien ingratiated himself with the kids showering them with new cars, clothes, phones, i-pads, you name it. Because of this he was able to convince them life would be much more exciting living with him than boring old and strict Mum."

"What a prick." exclaimed Jeanette.

"Yeah he is a right prick." agreed Noella. "But it gets worse; because the kids are living with him he demanded the house and a chunk of my inheritance and maintenance!"

"He is big prick!" Blurted Julia.

"Well I had good lawyers so he didn't get all of what he wanted, but it did cost me $1 million, plus another $1 million in trust for the kids over which he has control."

"And maintenance?" Asked Prue.

"Yeah. I pay him $2000 per week, which really shits me because he keeps shirking on his responsibilities and I end up paying."

"I can see why you'd be angry." observed Prue.

"I try not to get angry. I just focus on the kids because they're the most important thing. Anyway, I am still pretty well off, even though the bastard stung me for a lot of money."

"I think you have every right to be pissed off." resolved Jeanette. "I'd be out for revenge! His balls would not be safe!"

They all laughed.

"It's tempting, but I've found it just eats you up. Better to move on."

"You really had to give him $1 million." asked Jeanette.

"Yep. And another $1 million in a trust he has access to."

"My God." Jeanette's exclaimed in amazement. "How does that stuff happen?"

"I think it comes down to greed if you ask me." offered Prue.

"Ok ladies, I think Noella revealed enough." interrupted Julia. "Whose turn is it next? Steph?"

From Steph they learnt that she is 26 and works in a large advertising agency. Her career is on a steep upward climb as her intellect and tenacity are bringing great success. She shares many clients with Jeanette, their paths having crossed a number of times, bringing them to sharing house. Steph has had a couple of steady boyfriends but has ended the relationships when they have become too claustrophobic, often resenting her partners apparent need for control. This has lead her on occasion, to sharing her bed with women instead of men. This elicited a small gasp from the Prue and Noella. Jeanette, who was well aware of her housemate's choices and Julia quietly admitted that there was a period after her divorce when she found greater comfort from women than men.

Prue divulged that she was 46 and a widower, having lost her husband to cancer. A mother of a grown up family, she is a student of the New Age and actively pursued her life's desire through engaging the Law of Attraction. She doesn't need to work full time thanks to her husband having a generous life insurance policy. She reads Tarot cards at a local New Age store and loves crystals and believes in soul mates and perfect love. She still yearned for partnership and enduring love.

Last but not least, Jeanette revealed she was 29 years of age, a publicist who was determinedly single. She really didn't have time for relationships or children as her professional commitments dominated her life. She loved to party and fulfilled her needs and desires through a number of "friends" to satisfy her strong and adventurous sexual needs. "Work hard. Play harder." was her life's motto.

"Jeanette. Can I ask one last question?" Asked Steph.

"Sure."

"What is that funny piece of furniture in your room?"

"You know what it is. You're just trying to embarrass me."

"Yes. That's right!" agreed Steph, cheekily.

Jeanette went onto explain that one of her "friends" was a carpenter who built her a "sex tree". It was a unique piece of furniture designed specifically for the enhancement of sex and catered for Jeanette's intrepid sexual engagements; a tall sculptured looking creation with a number of different seats, shelves, ledges, notches and tying points. It was designed to allow infinite sexual positions or propositions. Missionary, standing, sitting, sideways, backwards, upside down, bondage, you name it, the sex tree enabled greater satisfaction, experimentation and enjoyment. Jeanette went on to describe how her "friend" helped her christen it by tying her by her wrists to its highest point. He then proceeded to spray her with liquid chocolate after which he licked every last centimetre off Jeanette's naked body before they engaged in a fierce coupling.

"Really Jeanette. You're just a bit out there." scolded Prue.

"Just where I want to be! It was the best sex I've ever had!" replied proudly.

"It does sound kind of interesting." remarked Julia.

"It's great fun. Maybe you'd like have a try when I'm away."

"I'm tempted." confirmed Julia.

"Well I hope you don't make as much noise as she does!" attacked Steph.

"I'm no noisier than you!" retorted Jeanette.

Again, they all laughed.

"Ok ladies. I'm sure we all know each other a little better."

They all agreed.

"So Noella, I want to try those shoes."

"Alright, what can I try?"

"Well. Why don't you all grab your glasses and you can come upstairs and have a try of my collection."

"Three hundred shoes! I'm there!" confirmed Noella.

They all picked up their glasses, Steph and Jeanette also collecting a bottle of champagne each and headed upstairs to Julia's dressing room. It was adjacent to her bedroom which was large and dominated by a large sleigh bed made from a lovely red cedar.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 03



"The room is lovely." complimented Noella.

"Yes. Very nice." agreed Prue.

They moved through the room to an opening that lead through to the dressing room. As Julia turned the light on they all gasped as an Aladdin's Cave of clothes and shoes was revealed. Around three walls were racks filled with an array of different dresses, skirts shirts and coats, with some racks being full length and others half racks. A definite order of clothing types being apparent. On one wall the racks were interrupted by a full length mirror. on the remaining wall was a huge rack devoted to shoes. At the bottom of the rack were little pull out tall drawers, each containing a pair of boots. Above them were six levels of racks for shoes, these were topped by a shelf on which were stored handbags and hats. In the centre of the room was a large island bench with five levels of drawers and little hidey holes that each contained a belt or other accessory.

"Wow!" exclaimed Jeanette.

"Fantastic!" agreed Steph.

"Amazing!" gasped Noella.

"This is some collection." observed Prue.

"Well it does represent a few years of collecting. It's gotten so big because there are some things that I just can't bear to part with. Anyway, help yourselves, try some shoes on! Have some fun!"

With that they all scrambled for a pair of shoes, the visitors from the rack and Julia imposing on Noella for a try of her new black heels. Soon they were sashaying up and down the dressing room. They all tried on a number of different pairs. Noella decided that her favourites were a tall pair of Dior leopard pattern suede heels. She had a wonderful time trying on shoes, drinking champagne and chatting with the girls.

"Are these all your shoes?" asked Noella. "Or do you have some in storage?" She asked as Julia topped up her glass.

"Well actually I do have more shoes in my other dressing room."

"You have another dressing room?" Noella was surprised.

"Yes. Well it's bit different from this."

"How come?"

"Well you'll have to come and see."

"Ok. I'm brave!" and so Noella and the others, champagne still in hand, followed Julia out of the dressing room and bedroom and down the hallway to the first door and the right. Julia opened the door and turned the light on and led everyone inside.

They all gasped at what was before them.

"What is this!" exclaimed Steph.

Julia laughed.

"What do think?"

"I'm stunned." announced Noella.

"Me too!" agreed Prue.

"I'm impressed!" announced Jeanette.

"So what is it?" asked Steph again.

"Well I call it my 'sex-robe'."

"Your 'sex-robe'?" Queried Noella

"Yes, my "sex-robe'. These are all the clothes I have for sex."

"You have clothed for sex?" queried Prue.

"I thought you took your clothes off for sex?" admitted Noella.

"Well sometimes sex can be more fun with some clothes on. Or you might take them off slowly." explained Julia.

"I'm with you!" agreed Jeanette.

"Why am I not surprised?" chortled Julia.

Before them was an Aladdin's Cave of what could only be described as "sex wear". Hanging on racks around the walls of the room were all manner of costumes, lingerie and latex wear. These included costumes for a nurse, witch, cheerleader, fairy, sailor, pirate, playboy-bunny, kitten, elf, policewoman, nun and even a very revealing bridal outfit. There was also a whole wall of lingerie; white, black, floral, frilly, leather. Julia opened a drawer in the back against the wall. It was bursting to the brim with stockings to match the suspenders. All colours, all textures, all kinds.

Next to the drawers was a floor to ceiling shoe rack filled with high heel shoes and boots of all descriptions. Platforms and towering heels made of leathers and colours of all descriptions.

Apart from Julia, they all stood there a bit stunned.

"Wow. This is some collection!" exclaimed Steph.

"So how come you have so many outfits?"

"A few years ago I went out with a very nice gentleman, Michael. And a gentleman he was, but he did have a little - well not so little - appetite for dressing up, which I must say I enjoyed. Nurse, doctor, maid, bride, we did it all, but he particularly loved me being a teacher. I gave him many stripes on his bum. The play was fun. The sex, just wonderful!"

"You gave him the cane?" queried Prue.

"Absolutely! But not too hard, but it sure made him hard!"

They all chuckled and Noella was amazed at Julia's openness

"So I had the samples department at my company make costumes for me and that's how it began."

"Really?" asked Noella.

"Really. The seamstresses were really suspicious to begin with so I had to tell them it was for a girlfriend who was a stripper. I don't think they believed me. So first it was the nurse, then it was policewoman and before I knew I had a wardrobe full. Then a couple of years later I went out with another man and he had a thing for latex, so as you can see I had some pretty freaky outfits made."

She pointed a whole rack of S&M latex gear, most of which had cut-outs in strategic places; breast holes, buttock holes, crotchless. They were all there.

"I like them!" espoused Jeanette.

"You are sooo predictable" announced Steph.

"Alas. I found out I was more a pleasure kind of girl than a pain kind of girl and so the relationship soon ended."

"Yes, I'm definitely for pleasure." agreed Noella.

"You shouldn't knock it until you've tried it. You know 'there's a fine line between pleasure and

pain' " countered Jeanette.

"Then came Justin, who I call HRT."

"HRT?" queried Steph. "Hormone Replacement Therapy?"

"Husband replacement therapy!"

They all giggled at Julia's pun.

"Justin has a serious fetish for lingerie, stockings and high heels. He cannot walk past a sexy shoe or piece of lingerie. That's part of the reason I have so many pairs of shoes. He travels a lot and is always bringing me things back from New York, London, Paris, you name it. There is so much I've just never worn."

"He is certainly an avid collector!" observed Steph.

"Justin is a wonderful man. We have fun together, do great things together, but we still have our own lives, which gives me real freedom for me to be who I am and allows Justin his life too."

"Sounds ideal." agreed Noella.

"It is!" she confirmed in grateful tone. "Ok ladies! Now for a bit of fun! Pick a costume and try it on!"

"What?" questioned Prue in surprise.

"You heard me! Find a costume that you like and put it on. Let's have some fun!"

"Great!" exclaimed Jeanette as she made her way to the latex rack.

"What fun!" agreed Steph.

"Well, I'm not so sure I'm the dressing up type." admitted Prue.

"Come on Prue. Be a little adventurous. It'll be fun!" encouraged Jeanette.

"Yeah, come on Prue. Loosen up! You'll enjoy it!" added Steph

'Well alright." Prue agreed somewhat nervously as she made her way to the costume rack.

"How about you Noella?" asked Julia.

"I'm in! It looks like fun!" And she joined the others hunting through the large collection.

"Now if you find some lingerie or stockings which have the label still on it, keep it. It will help me thin the collection down a bit. I just have too much." announced Julia.

"Great!" declared Steph.

The room was soon full of feverish activity as they made their selections. Space in front of the mirror became a premium as they each held up prospective selections in front of themselves to see how they might look.

Soon Steph was squeezing into a tiny black latex lace-up mini dress. With some effort she pulled it over her full breasts.

"Can you lace me up?" she asked Julia, turning her back so Julia could tie up the back of the dress. Once the dress was secure she stood in front of the mirror and admired the result. The bodice of the dress just managed to tame her straining breasts. The shiny latex dress barely covered her nipples. The back of the dress was made with a deep v-cut that ended just as the latex curved over her tight butt. The lacing made a mesmerising diamond pattern across her nicely defined back.

"I like it!" announced Steph.

"It looks hot babe!" agreed Jeanette.

"Thanks! Now, stockings and shoes." And she went looking for the perfect matches.

Taking Steph's place in front was Prue, as she jiggled a figure hugging nurse's outfit over a white lacy bra and g-string. The bodice of the dress had a deep cleavage revealing V-cut. The dress finished at the top of her thighs so that the lace tops of her stockings showed. She slipped on tall pair of red diamante platform shoes and gazed up and down at the stunning figure she made.

"Well, look at you!." admired Noella as she too attempted to fit her ample breasts into a very sexy looking French maid outfit.

"Who would have thought I could look like this!" Prue observed.

"See. There is a sizzling seductress in you." chided Julia.

Prue laughed.

"It's crazy!" answered Prue."The men I know would die if I turned up like this!"

"You never know Prue. You should try it. Who knows what might happen!" advised Julia.

Still shaking her head, Prue gingerly balanced across the room to a table where the champagne was sitting. Picking up her glass, she took a deep swig.

Noella's black satin maid's outfit was equally eye-popping, with a deep scooped neck framing Noella's sizeable breasts; it had a lace apron in front which stopped just above the high hem line from which lace tulle underskirt peaked out. This revealed black suspenders that supported sheer black seamed stockings. Her feet were adorned by tall YSL black platform stilettos.

Noella turned and twisted in front of the mirror trying to look at herself from every angle.

"You look fantastic!" admired Julia. "No way you'd be cleaning the house in that outfit!"

Noella had to admit that she looked amazing and felt very sexy in this little outfit.

"Thank you!" replied Noella feeling just a little bit embarrassed at how overtly sexual the costume made her look and feel.

"I might, just might - have to borrow this one day." she advised Julia.

"Be my guest!" answered Julia as she put the finishing touches to her pink silk Playboy bunny outfit. Its revealing bodice and high cut thigh lines accentuated a body that was very taut for a thirty nine year old. Curved bunny ears, bow tie, bunny tail, fishnet stockings and pink stilettos completed a very provocative look.

Sharing the mirror in a totally contrasting look was Jeanette. She had made her selection from the S&M rack and looked totally menacing in a leather corset with matching leather briefs. The corset had suspenders which supported fishnet stockings. She also wore patent leather thigh high boots and leather elbow length gloves on her hands in which she held a riding crop which she smacked into her free hand creating a nasty smacking sound that reverberated through the room.

"You look totally menacing" observed Julia.

"Why thank you." Jeanette replied. "I love it!" And she smacked the whip into her hand once again.

"And Julia, you look positively sexy as a Playboy bunny" commented Jeanette.

"Why thank you. It's one of my favourites!"

The other three joined them at the mirror.

"Well what do you think ladies?" Julia asked.

"Awesome." replied Jeanette, cracking the whip in her hand once again.

"I love this!" answered Steph. "I think I want to wear it to a club. Might just create a big stir!"

"Feel free." said Julia generously.

"I'm shocked!" offered Prue, still not being able to reconcile the way she looked. "Who would have thought."

The others laughed.

"I haven't felt this sexy in a long time." revealed Noella. "I just have to find a man now."

Once again they all laughed.

"If you go out on the street looking like that, it won't take too long!" advised Jeanette.

"I think we look amazing! And see Prue, how much fun it is!" announced Julia.

"Yes it's been fun." agreed Prue.

The others all agreed it had been great.

"Now come downstairs. I want to take some photos."

With champagne glasses and bottles in hand they all went stairs to the lounge and whilst Julia rummaged in a drawer for her camera, the others helped themselves to the remainder of the afternoon tea.

Julia soon came back with a camera and another bottle of champagne and proceeded to top up everyone's glasses.

"Ok ladies. Everyone stand in front of the fire place and I'll take some shots."

They all dutifully gathered in front of the fireplace. It made a most interesting sight as a sexy nurse, French maid, dominatrix and latex clad babe all bunched together.

"You all look amazing. Now say SEX!"

"SEX!!!" They all called and Julia snapped a pic and looked at the result on the camera's screen.

"Ok. Let's do a couple more, but a bit more sass this time ladies."

This command resulted in thrust breasts, exposed thighs and pouted lips as the photos became evermore suggestive.

"Ok Julia. Give me the camera and I'll take some shots of you and the girls." ordered Prue.

"Alright" And with that, Julia took her place in the group and the giggles and laughter reached a crescendo. Prue soon gave the camera to Noella and then the others took turns to take shots. Julia finally reclaimed the camera.

"Would you like to see them now?" To which they all replied in the affirmative.

"Alright just let me turn the TV on and I'll plug the camera in. You know, I'm quite the Geek!" They all laughed at the prospect of the gorgeous Playboy Bunny being a Geek!

Soon the first picture appeared on the screen and the room filled with shrieks of delight.

"Can you believe that!" yelled Steph at the screen filled with plunging necklines and shapely legs.

"No I can't." replied Prue as she began to shake her head once more.

"Wow!" gasped Noella as she couldn't believe that she was the sexy maid on the screen.

"Can you send them too me for my Facebook page" asked Jeanette. "they'll cause a stir!"

"Sure" replied Julia. "I'll have to put some up on mine too."

Noella wasn't sure she was brave enough to post them to her page, especially considering that she was "friends" with all three of her kids and Prue was certainly not anticipating posting them to hers.

As they clicked through the photos the laughs and hoots of joy became louder until they finally reached the end.

"That's it ladies." advised Julia. "That was great fun!"

They all agreed it was.

"Can we watch the hot walks now?" asked Steph.

"Don't you think you've had enough?" replied Julia.

"No way! We're just starting to party!" announced Jeanette.

"Ok! Hot walks it is!" and she began searching in a drawer next to the TV for a disc.

"What are 'hot walks'?" asked Noella innocently.

"It's all Jeanette's fault" blurted Steph. "She made up these rules about men and life because she wasn't having any fun."

"So!" replied Jeanette.

"And the first rule is?" asked Prue

"Always be hot!" answered Jeanette defiantly.

"Always be hot?" replied Noella, looking more than a little confused.

"There was the woman I met at a function." began Jeanette. "She always looked impeccable. Great dress, great shoes, great hair and everybody buzzed around her and I asked how she did it. She said always tried to look "hot". She said it made her feel great. At this point I was feeling dreary and unattractive. So I decided that my first rule would be "always be hot"!

"Did it make a difference?" asked Prue.

"Absolutely! I spruced up the wardrobe. I bought some sassy new shoes and had a new hair cut and I felt great! People noticed me again. I won some new clients and the world was good!"

"Wow!" exclaimed Noella. "It's a bit like me. After I split with Damien I went and bought a whole new wardrobe. It was certainly therapeutic for me."

"But Jeanette being Jeanette she couldn't leave it there, could you?" added Steph.

"Well no." admitted Jeanette.

"She had to ramp it up to the extreme."

"Yeah. I am an extreme kinda girl! I wanted to see where it could lead me."

"So one Saturday she went wild with it." confirmed Steph.

"Wild?" queried Noella.

"Yeah wild it was! I had bought this black skin tight dress. To tell you the truth it's probably a little small but it was perfect for this."

"Yeah. All you could see was boobs and legs." observed Steph.

"That's a little harsh, don't you think." said Jeanette with the slight hint of a sulk in her voice.

"Well that's all I could see." laughed Steph.

"Ok. Ok. It didn't hide too much." admitted Jeanette as she joined in the laughter.

"She wore stockings and because the skirt was so short you could see the lace tops. As well, she wore these enormous black heels that made her about 6' 3". She looked the original 'glamazon'." declared Steph.

"I looked amazing!" confirmed Jeanette with not a bit of modesty.

"So what happened?" asked Noella.

"Well we went to the supermarket, I had a video camera hidden in my handbag and this is what happened. You're on Julia." replied Steph.

"Ok Steph,. Here we go." Julia pressed play on the video recorder.

At first there was a flicker and then there was a shot of Jeanette sitting in a red car with the door open. The length of her shapely legs highlighted by the shear black stockings, as she swivelled to place the towering black heels on the pavement. Dipping her head under the roof of the car, she stood, revealing an almost erotic effect.

"Wow! You look awesome Nette! So sexy!" exclaimed Steph's voice in the background. "How do you feel?"

"A bit nervous. But ready!"

"My goodness you look amazing!" commented Prue.

"Wow! You do look hot!" agreed Noella.

"Thanks." replied Jeanette.

The video continued. Jeanette began to walk across the car park. Steph capturing her elegant stride and delightful sway of her hips. The mayhem this caused was almost instantaneous. There was a screeching of brakes and a blaring of horns. The camera swung to show a man in a SUV with his head hanging out the window, his gaze fixed on Jeanette's shapely hips as she made her way across the car park. There was a lot of screaming and yelling from other drivers, which he totally ignored as he was engrossed on Jeanette's sexy walk. You could hear Steph chuckling in the background, at the chaos Jeanette had unleashed.

The video then cut to inside the supermarket. Heads swivelled everywhere as Jeanette's seductive figure meandered through the supermarket. Men's necks craned and strained as they searched for a better view, their eyes popping off their stalks. Little old ladies and mothers with babies tittered as Jeanette's curvaceous breasts, slender legs and tight buttocks sauntered past. It was like Moses parting the seas, as a path through the customers opened in front of her.

She made her way to aisle nine where there was a young man in a supermarket uniform. As she approached the young man he didn't know where to look, as the towering Jeanette made her way to where he stood.

"Excuse me." she asked as he turned a bright shade of red. "Do you know where I can find the condoms?"

I..I...I...Aisle.....t..t..t..ten." He stammered as he tried to lift his eyes from Jeanette's deep cleavage.

They all burst out laughing at this hilarious moment.

"Why thank you young man." replied Jeanette as she headed for aisle 10, the young man's eyes tracking her every step.

Finding the condoms in aisle 10, Jeanette selected the largest box. She could feel naked stares of disapproval from the other women in the aisle.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 03



Spotting another young man at the end of the aisle, she accentuated the swing of her hips. He was clearly more confident than the first young man as he unabashedly watched every step as Jeanette approached him, box of condoms in hand.

"Excuse me." Jeanette began.

"Yes. Hi." he greeted.

"Hi.' she replied. "Can you tell me where to find the baby oil?"

At this point he lost some of his composure as he desperately tried to look her in the eye.

"Ah...Aisle seven."

"Why thank you." she replied, leaving the salivating shop assistant in her wake, whilst heads from every direction turned to catch a glimpse of this stunning woman.

The camera cut to aisle seven, where Jeanette found a large bottle of baby oil and headed up the aisle to the cash registers. The only one free was manned by a staid looking woman who was probably in her fifties. Jeanette placed her two items on the counter.

"Good morning." greeted the cashier in a contemptuous tone. "Just the two items today?"

she asked, as she examined Jeanette's large box of condoms and jumbo size bottle of baby oil.

"Yes thank you."

"Expecting a busy afternoon, are we?" she snidely asked as she scanned the items.

"Yes, I am" replied Jeanette in her most courteous tone. "I'm having a few friends over."

And she passed the money to the cashier whose face wore a most disapproving frown. Jeanette picked up her items and strode for the door, leaving a trail of gaping mouths.

As she left, the cashier could be heard in the background talking to her colleague.

"Disgusting! Did you see the way she was all dressed up - like a tart! I don't know what the world is coming to!"

The five women were rolling around on the couches in hysteria at the turmoil that Jeanette had created in the supermarket.

The last shot was of Jeanette and Steph sitting in the car.

"Did you see their faces?" laughed Steph.

"I thought that boy was going to wet himself when I asked him for the condoms!"

They both shrieked with laughter.

"And the cashier? Oh my God that was hysterical!" observed Steph.

Julia paused the disc.

"So, Noella. Now you've seen a hot walk. What do you think?"

"Amazing. I don't know how Jeanette had the nerve?"

"I was nervous at first." admitted Jeanette. "But once I got going it was fun."

"Yes I don't know how you could do it" agreed Prue.

"Julia will have to show them the other one." demanded Jeanette.

"Well I don't know...." trailed off Julia sounding very uncertain.

"There's another one?" asked Noella.

"Yes. Julia and Steph did one together." replied Jeanette.

"Really?" asked Noella

"Julia. Just because it's you, you can't chicken out." advised Jeanette.

"Oh alright." Julia searched for the file on the disc. "Ok. Here we go!"

The video starts with Steph and Julia standing in front of Julia's black BMW in a car park. Steph was wearing a white figure hugging dress that clung to her body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her tanned legs ran down to seven inch black heals, making for a sizzling combination.

"That is hot Steph." called Jeanette in the background.

Julia was standing next to Steph, as Steph fiddled with her dress to make sure all the strategic bits were covered. Julia looked incredible; she was wearing mid-thigh black lace pencil skirt, matched to a linen shirt, with Julia seemingly having forgotten how to do up buttons, thus revealing a beautiful white bra with black embroidered flowers. Sheer skin tone hold up stockings and black sequinned pumps highlighted Julia's fine legs.

"Julia that is stunning." Called Jeanette as the two women posed seductively before beginning to walk towards the hardware "super" store.

As the two women glided through the car park towards the shop entrance, it didn't take long for heads to turn. One admirer receiving a swift dig in the ribs by his partner's elbow as his eyes had dared to wander to look at the two beautiful women. A couple wolf whistles filled the air. The two women smiled at the fuss they were creating and swung their hips in time as they made their way into the store.

"Good morning!" greeted the woman at the entrance.

"Good morning." replied Steph and Julia.

"Are you ladies interested in anything in particular today?" she asked, completely unfazed by the two provocatively dressed women in front her.

"Yes, we're looking for tools today." answered Steph.

"Sure. Fourth aisle down on the left." she replied pointing in that direction.

"Thank you. You've been most helpful." replied Julia and they turned in that direction as hundreds of eyes owned by people dressed in their weekend sloppies and overalls, stared at these two most alluring women.

"Look at all the stares your getting." observed Noella.

"Yes. I found it a little bit disconcerting." confided Julia.

"I loved it!" spouted Steph.

"You would!" laughed Prue.

Soon they reached the tools counter which was presided over by a man who looked like an ex-tradesman in his late fifties. His name badge said "Ron".

"What I can do for you lovely ladies?" he asked.

Steph leaned forward a little so that the salesman had a better view of her cleavage.

"Hi Ron, we'd like a screwdriver." replied Steph, barely being able to keep a straight face.

"Would you now." replied the salesman, barely being able to keep his eyes from Steph's chest. "Would that be an electric cordless screwdriver or manual screwdriver?" he continued.

"Oh, definitely cordless, don't you think, Steph?" replied Julia.

"Yes definitely cordless." agreed Steph.

"You know the bed is just squeaking so badly, we just have to tighten up the screws!" confirmed Julia. "And I just can't stand a loose screw!"

"Ok. Cordless it is!" smirked Ron as he reached to the side of the counter where there was a display of cordless drills.

"Yes. I hate loose SCREWS too!" chipped in Steph, her emphasis on screw bringing a chuckle from Ron and lots of stares from other customers who were milling around.

"I think this one would be ideal." he offered, showing them the model from the display "$64-95. Just take it to the cashier." His eyes once again wandering to the women's breasts

"Why thank you. That looks excellent." smiled Julia as she picked up the small box. "Can you direct us to plastic sheeting?"

"Four aisles that way."

They both thanked the salesmen who could not control his urge to stare and follow the progress of their shapely figures as they turned and headed for "Plastic Sheeting".

"Poor Ron!" consoled Prue.

"Poor Ron!? He just had the best day he's had all year!" observed Steph.

Laughter erupted again.

"He certainly made sure he got an eyeful" commented Noella.

The video cut to the plastic sheeting area where Julia and Steph waited to be served. There seemed to be a constant stream of men walking past, their necks straining for a better view.

Shortly a young man attended to them. According to his name badge his name was James.

"Good morning ladies!" he sparked. "Don't you look lovely today." he said full of confidence.

"Why thank you." replied Julia

"What sort handy-work are you planning on today?" he continued, cheekily.

"Well aren't you the joker" observed Julia. "We actually need some plastic sheeting."

"Oh. How much do you need?" he inquired.

"Enough to cover a king size bed!" Steph chipped in.

This caught James by surprise.

"Well.........that would be 1.8metres by 2 metres. And how thick?" he asked, showing them three different options.

"We'll take the medium one." advised Julia. "That should cope with the baby oil."

James jaw dropped and he tried to talk but nothing came out.

"Perfect!" agreed Steph.

"He was so confident to start with." observed Prue "and then he lost it!"

"I think you two were a bit more than he could handle!" laughed Noella.

"You're dead right!" confirmed Steph, joining in the laughter.

"I think he was kind of cute." admitted Julia, coming to James' defence.

"He was young enough to be your son." complained Jeanette.

"So? The problem is?" retorted Julia.

"You wouldn't, would you?" asked Jeanette.

"No. I probably wouldn't." agreed Julia.

The video continued with Steph and Julia making their way to the cash registers, cutting a swathe as men and women alike turned to watch. They lined up at a register which was manned by an attractive young woman. The two people in front of them were soon served.

"Well look at you." she announced as they took their turn at the register. Her badge showed her name was Brigitte "You look hot!"

"Why thank you." Replied Julia

"You are causing quite a stir, you know." she confided. "All the guys are buzzing about the "hot" babes."

The three of them laughed.

"So why are you 'dressed' for the hardware store?"

"For a bit of fun." answered Steph. "It's been great fun!"

"It's been funny watching the guys" confesses Brigitte. "That will be $85-00"

Julia paid with her credit card, thanked Brigitte for her service and with Steph by her side strode out the door, a hundred eyes watching their every movement.

The video cut to the car where the three recounted the pandemonium they had just created.

Julia stopped the disc.

"So, Noella and Prue. That was our hot walk. I must admit, it was scary to start with but hysterical fun in the end. "

"It was very funny." admitted Noella. "I'm not sure I could do it."

"I'm sure you could." countered Julia.

"Count me out." said Prue emphatically. "I'd die of embarrassment."

"But look at you now." interrupted Jeanette. "You'd turn more than a few heads in that outfit. Might even cause a few heart attacks!'

They all whooped with hysterics. Julia asked if anybody would like some more champagne but they all agreed that they'd had more than enough to drink and eat. It was after 9pm and Steph and Jeanette thought it was time to go as work beckoned in the morning.

Standing in the foyer, it was goodbyes and hugs all round and it was agreed that next month they would meet again, this time at Noella's house. She warned them there was no secret wardrobe full of sexy clothes in her house but Prue promised she would bring her tarot cards.

Julia had given them all carry bags in which to take home their clothes, telling them they could return the outfits when they were ready. It was a most unusual sight as a raunchy looking nurse, a maid and two imposing looking latex clad women teetered down Julia's front steps and followed the footpaths to their individual units.

Noella felt very self conscious as she made for her front door, not used to exposing so much flesh in public. She had to admit to herself that she had had an enormous amount of fun and she was still amazed at the hot walks the girls had done and the stir they created was incredible.

Once safely inside her townhouse she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Taking her clothes from the bag, she laid them on bucket chair that stood in the corner. Entering the dressing room, she stood in front of the full length mirror for one last look before she took the maid outfit off.

She felt a little conceited but she was impressed by the figure that was before her. Never in her life had she dared to show so much cleavage, with the outfit just running across the top her nipples, exposing a deep cleft of luscious breasts.

The white tulle under skirt covered just enough thigh to make the outfit almost respectable. The sheer stockings highlighted her shapely legs whilst the tall heels accentuated the length of her legs. She felt a well of desire within her and a longing for the embrace of a man and the caressing of her skin. She craved the fulfilment of sexual connection.

Walking to the bedside table in the bedroom, she again found the box that contained the long black rod of pleasure. Returning to the mirror, she twisted top and the vibrator began to oscillate in her hand. She ran it around the top of the bodice and slid it underneath the sheer bra she was wearing. Finding her left nipple she slowly rotated the vibrator around the nipple. It soon became erect, sending shivers across Noella's skin. She then guided it over her right nipple, it too quickly became hard. She thrilled at the sensation.

Now her left hand crept down to the hem of the dress, pulling the dress upwards to reveal her black lace g-string, suspenders and stockings. Her right hand guided the vibrator down the front of the g-string. Involuntarily she groaned at the sensation of the vibrator sliding across her the place of her sex.

She felt some guilt at her solo pleasuring, but this did not deter her from intensifying the movement of the black phallus. Her skin tingled and a wave of pleasure, built within.

She moved over to an antique chair in the corner of the bedroom. She slid the G-string down her legs and deposited it the floor. She lifted her left leg and rested the black heeled shoe on the seat of chair, supporting herself with her left hand on the back of the chair she applied the vibrator to her aching clitoris, the standing position allowing her to manipulate the vibrator for her greatest pleasure.

Oh my God. I just love it.

She worked the little machine harder, its buzzing sound filling the room. Her groans of pleasure grew louder. Slowly she slid the device into her womanhood. Her whole body shivered at the intense sensation.

"Fuck!" she cried and she began urgently stroking the vibrator faster. Sensations of pleasure uncoiled deep from within her causing her body to spasm. "Yeeeeessss!" She cried as a wave of bliss enveloped her body."

"Fuck!" she again cried. Her body shaking so intensely that she had to sit on the chair to gain some composure. Whilst she sat, she marvelled at the effectiveness of the black vibrator and thought of how much less complicated it was for sexual release than having a man. She laughed to herself but deep down she knew, that although the vibrator was convenient and free of complication, it was not the same as the merging of flesh that came with ....... with a man.

After a couple minutes she had gained her composure and walked to the bathroom that connected with the dressing room. She undressed and poured herself a bath in the oval sunken tub and luxuriated in what had been a good day. Unaware how long she had been in the bath, she emerged from the water, dried herself with a fluffy towel. And finally she tucked herself into the king size bed, aided by the numerous glasses of champagne, quickly fell into a restful sleep.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 04



It had been 2 weeks since the gathering at Julia's. The situation with Damien continued to deteriorate at a pace. In the last week Julia had cooked dinner for the kids five nights, with Damien leaving home early and coming home late and expecting the kids to fend for themselves. When Noella dropped Emily from school at the monster new house Damien had bought with the proceeds of the divorce, there was no usable food in the house and Damien had not left any money so they could go and buy food. She had rung him and told him if he didn't start looking after the kids and ensure there was food in the house, she would stop paying the $2000 a week maintenance and she would got to court for parental rights for Emily and control of the million dollar trust fund. Damien responded angrily, telling her she would lose more money and he it was goal to make her suffer as much he could possibly could. This upset Noella greatly, but she felt strong and confident, the power of determination filled her body. If any body was going to suffer it was going to be Damien!



Monday morning came and Noella felt restless. Images of Jeanette, Julia and Steph striding through stunned groups of shoppers had filled her thoughts and her dreams. 

"Damn it." she thought. "I'm just going to have to do it!"

And so it was done. Today was the day for Noella's hot walk. There would be no videoing of this event as it was purely for the satisfaction of Noella and her need to know if she could express the pride she held for herself and demonstratively reveal her beauty and her sexuality. The day was free of driving duties for Emily as Stephanie had volunteered to take her to school, as it fitted in with her uni studies for the day. Damien had assured her that he had the kids meals and normal mundane duties covered for the day.

So after arising at 7-30am, Noella showered and had a breakfast of bircher muesli with fresh berries and a strong latte, courtesy of her automatic coffee machine, which she couldn't live without. As she enjoyed the meal she thought about what she might wear for this adventure. She didn't want to be quite as extreme as Jeanette, Steph and Julia. Dramatic but not over the top. Consistently her thoughts returned a classic Christian Dior black suit that she had bought a number of years ago. An oldy but a goody. It had been expensive when she had bought it, but Noella always felt great when she wore it and she thought she knew just to how jazz it up to make her look hot and sexy.

After tidying up her breakfast dishes she went up to her dressing room and searched out the suit. After a couple of minutes she found the suit bag in which it was stored. Removing the bag she placed the suit on the chair against the wall.She then opened a drawer that was in a chest against one wall. It was almost bursting to the brim with the lingerie sets that Noella had bought on her recent shopping spree. Soon she found what she was looking for. A La Perla lingerie set consisting of a black satin bra, embroidered tulle french knickers and suspender belt. Moving to the second drawer she selected a new packet containing black fishnet stockings.

Satisfied that she had what she needed, she moved to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She twisted her hair up in loose bun, securing it with an almost knife like clip. With her makeup, she went for a natural look but selected a siren red lipstick to apply once she was dressed.

Returning to the dressing room, she made busy getting ready. Soon she was standing in front of the mirror inspecting the result. Standing front on, she twisted left and right, checking the outfit from different angles. She applied the bold red lipstick expertly.

"Hmmm.....I like it!" she said to herself.

The suit jacket created a deep V, the lapel skirting over the full curve of her breast. Normally she would wear a camisole under the jacket, but not today. Today was about being bold and creating an imposing image and so the edge of the black satin bra was in clear view as it accentuated her cleavage. The skirt was mid length ,but as Noella twisted to gain a view of her back, a long split that ran up to just below her butt, was revealed, accentuating her slender fishnet stockinged legs.Her feet were adorned by the YSL heels that Julia had lent her to wear with the maids outfit, which she still hadn't returned. She knew she must do that soon.

The effect was striking. Rather than being overtly sexual, Noella radiated sensual confidence. It wasn't a brash advertisement of her physical assets, but a powerful and assured statement of a beautiful woman.

Noella smiled."Perfect!" She thought.

Noella collected her favourite clutch bag from the dressing table and headed downstairs to the kitchen where she picked up her phone and keys from the bench. Making her way through the door that led to the stairs to the garage, she carefully negotiated each step, mindful of the height of shoes. She entered the garage where her little BMW 320i, which she had had for a number of years, was parked. Sliding in behind the wheel, she started the engine and drove up the ramp that led out into the street. She pointed the car in the direction of the local supermarket. She felt as though there was a butterfly farm in her stomach, such was her nervousness as she contemplated what she was about to do.

Do I really want to do this?It's not like anybody would know if I wimped it.

What if somebody I know is there? What if nobody notices me?.....Nope they're going to notice!" 

She looked down at the extensive cleavage that was showing beneath her jacket. Her breasts straining against the low cut satin bra. She smiled to herself. They were going to notice!

"Ok let's do it ." she said to herself.

Arriving at the supermarket she turned into the car park. She found a park about 25 metres from the door. She turned the car off and checked her makeup in the visor mirror.

"Perfect!" She took a deep breath. Grabbed her handbag and opened the car door. She planted the YSL's on the bitumen and stepped from the car. She wiggled the dress down a little. Straightened the jacket a little, making sure that everything that needed to be covered was covered, took another deep breath and headed for the store entrance.

Holding her head high she focussed, making sure there was a nice swing to her walk. She had barely taken five steps when a horn blared.

"Wanna come home with me babe!" the driver called. She smiled a little but kept walking straight ahead. "Stay calm Noella." she thought to self, as she felt a slight flush of embarrassment in her cheeks. "Be tall and proud." and she strode to the entrance without acknowledging the proposition. 

As she was entering the supermarket an elderly couple were exiting. The old man's head swivelling as they passed, so that he caught an eyeful of the fishnets through the split of the skirt. Noella heard the old gasp as his wife belted him in the arm.

"That's disgusting!" she hissed "Albert! How dare you look!"

"I didn't Agnes! Honestly." But Noella knew that he did!

As she glided across the front of the store to the turnstiles, she could feel heads turning and eyes staring. She collected a carry basket and made for the fruit and vegetable section. There was a tall young man packing lettuce into the refrigerated display. Noella walked up to him.

"Excuse me." she asked sweetly. The reaction this elicited was priceless.

His eyes bounced up down as tried his hardest not fix his eyes on Noella's curvaceous chest.

"Ah....Ah....Ah... Can I help you?" He replied, somewhat flustered.

Noella smiled as she secretly enjoyed his discomfort.

"Can you tell me where the bananas are?" adding a little bat of the eyelids for emphasis.

"You want bananas?"

"Why of course.... and I'll need a cucumber too.....can show me where they are?"

"Cucumbers and bananas.....Umm.....Cucumbers and bananas?" repeated the flabbergasted young man.

"That's what I said." confirmed Noella "Cucumbers and bananas!"

"Ah... the cucumbers are just here." he stammered, pointing a little further down the refrigerated display from where the lettuces were. "And the bananas. They're are over there." he advised, pointing the other side of the fruit and vegetable display.

"Why thank you. You've been most helpful." complimented Noella and she went to collect her produce, the young man's stare, firmly a fixed to her tight ass, along with at least four other men in the store.

He's gone so red! It's so cute. I am being wicked aren't I! Such fun.

Next she headed towards the dairy cabinet where there were a number of shoppers milling around. Once again, heads turned. Men stared. Women tutted and jabbed there gawking partners for daring to admire the stunning Noella. Enjoying the fuss she was creating, Noella vamped it up, accentuating the swaying of her derriere. 

She glided up next to a middle aged couple who were selecting which yoghurt to buy. Noella could see the man's eyes darting sideways, trying to grab a look at her breats without his partner seeing.

Emphasising her movements, she turned towards the man, bending slowly to place her shopping basket on the floor and with her right hand, slid the hem of her dress so the it revealed the top of her stocking, she pretended to adjust her stocking with her free hand. This elicited a smile from the man. Just as Noella began to stand up, the woman caught on to what was happening.

"Cyril! What are you doing!"

"Nothing Denise. I promise!"

"I don't believe! It's disgusting!" and she moved to walk off. The man smiled at Noella and gave her a wink. She blew him a kiss.

"Thank you." he said and turned to follow his wife.

He won't be getting much love tonight! That was fun!

Noella walked the length of the refrigerated cabinet , still turning turning heads. After two strolls up and down the row, Noella finally found what she was looking for. Whipped cream! She selected three cans and headed for the cash register.

My work here is done.

All the cashiers were women, so she selected the aisle where the a young girl was serving, who was all over bleached hair and pierced lip.

"Hi. How are your today?" she greeted Noella with a smile. 

"I'm well thank you." responded Noella.

" I wouldn't normally say this," the cashier confessed in a hushed tone. "But you're looking mighty sexy today."

"Why thank you." replied Noella. "It's so nice of you to notice."

"It's a bit hard not to notice!"

Noella laughed.

"It's interesting mix of groceries." observed the cashier. "I mean, bananas, cucumbers and whipped cream!WTF!"

"Yes, well. It was meant to be a little joke." Noella laughed and looked down at her revealing black suit.

"I get it!" proclaimed the young woman. " Good one! And you DO look awesome! You have a nice day." she concluded after bagging Noella's groceries.

Noella picked up her bag of groceries and made for the door, heads swivelling in her direction. Once she made it to the car, she climbed in and took a deep breath and sunk back into the seat.

Wow that was amazing! I never thought I could do something like that. Yeah me!

She sat there for a few minutes, allowing the nervous energy to subside a little.

Soon she was feeling calm again and began to contemplate what she should do now. After sitting there for a few minutes an idea sparked into her mind. She had been thinking for sometime about buying a new car. Emboldened by her experience at the supermarket, she decided now was the time to go shopping for a new car.

In recent days Noella eye had been caught by a Mercedes convertible, which she thought would truly match who she was. The previous times she had purchased a car, Damien had run rough shot over her and so she seemingly always ended up with the economy model. Damien, on the other hand, always seemed to manage to acquire top of the range for himself. Now was the time to buy the car she truly wanted. Her mission defined, she headed for the Mercedes dealership near by.

Within ten minutes Noella was sitting in her green BMW, out the front of Southern Mercedes Benz. She smiled as she contemplated watch she was about to do.

Feeling good! No nerves this time. It's going to be fun!

With that thought she stepped out of the little Beemer and headed for the front door, a spring in her step. The automatic doors swished open and Noella strode into the showroom, her head held high demanding attention. 

And soon attention she received! The showroom was devoid of customers and the salesmen were milling around trying to look as they were doing something constructive. Suddenly the showroom went deathly quiet, except for the clipping sound of Noella's heels on the marble floor.

My God! They're all staring at me! Make it good Noella!

She glided up to the first car on display, an Estate, ideal for the Mum taking the football team to game.

Nope! Not for Noella!

Before she could get to the second car, her path was blocked a short salesman with a Cheshire Cat Grin and seemingly so greasy, that you cold fry chips with him.

"Can I help you madam."

"I'm not a madam." said Noella, cutting him short. "I'd just like to browse thank you." she demanded, escaping his clutches. She needn't have worried about cutting him short, as it seemed to be like water off a ducks back. It was obviously not his first rejection and apparently had no impact on his fervent belief that he was God's gift to women.

That will teach you, you over confident slime.

She worked her way down the line of cars, conscious of at least five pairs of eyes watching every move she made. She passed a couple of sedans before reaching a little red SLK 200 coupe. She started to circle it, peering in through driver's window.

How cute! Love the cream interior!

Just as she started to make her way up the other side of the car a tall suave man appeared in her path. His name badge indicated his name was "Miles".

"Good afternoon. I'm Miles, the Sales Manager. Can I help you in some way?" he enquired, his eyes surveying her her up and down before becoming almost permanently fixed on her impressive cleavage.

"No. I'm fine thank you. I'm just having a browse." advised Noella, again deflecting attention.

"Well I do try to know these cars inside out, so please don't hesitate if you need assistance. I'd be only too happy to help."

"Thank you." replied Noella, a shiver going down her spine.

Ugh! How suffocating! And creepy.

Noella moved down the line, happy to be free of Mile's unwanted attention. Three cars on, she car came across a beautiful blue convertible with its top down.

"That's beautiful!" she cooed to herself, as she stroked the gleaming metallic paintwork. She made her way down the side of the car, admiring its sleek sculptured lines. Just as she reached the door a strong but calm voice approached her.

"Would you like me to open the door for you so can try the seat?"

Noella turned to see tall sandy blonde man, probably in his late twenties, striding to the car with a confident smile. Noella was a little surprised.

"Why thank you." she answered, feeling a little flushed.

With confidence and aplomb, he stepped in front of Noella and eased the door open and then stepped back, holding the door to allow Noella to get in. With a smile she lowered herself onto the car seat and swivelled to put her heeled feet on the floor of the car, allowing just a hint of her stocking tops to show.

"Thank you." she said as he gently closed the door behind her.

How dreamy he is! .........This car is beautiful. The seats are incredibly comfortable.

"My name is Mark." he introduced himself. "Do you like the car."

"Oh, I love it!" replied Noella. "I think it's me."

"You certainly look comfortable." he observed. "It's an E250 Cabriolet. Latest model."

"Well it certainly is beautiful."

"Can I be so forward as to say that you look beautiful in it." 

"You can say that if you like." Giggled Noella, enjoying the flirtatious gambit.

"Are you in the market for a new car or did you just come in here to drive us all the wild?"

"Would I come in here just to create a little mayhem?" she asked coyly.

"Dressed like that you might." he asserted.

"Dressed like what?" parried Noella, enjoying the playful jousting.

"Well....." he paused, caught a little off guard. "Well ....Dressed to kill!" he blurted desperate for a retort.

"Dressed to kill!" laughed Noella. "I hope that is a compliment?"

"Of course! Would I insult such a beautiful lady?" he was laying it on thick now.

"Why thank you." Noella mocked shyness.

"You're welcome." he responded. "So ARE you here to buy a car today?"

"Why of course. Would I waste your time?"

"I'm not sure it would be waste of time, even if you didn't by a car." he replied with a smile.

"Well maybe I won't buy a car then."

"Oh no. We definitely need to find you a car. If you want a car, we'd better find you a car. We wouldn't want to disappoint you."

"Well I do like this one. How much it is?"

"Just under $12000000 drive away." he advised, starting to sound more like a car salesman."

"Is this the base model?" enquired Noella.

"Yes. There are three other models. Two around the $150000 mark and the top model is nearly $200000."

"Well I don't want the base model." she announced firmly. "Have you got one of the top model I can drive?"

"Are you sure want the top model?" he queried." The E350 is a beautiful car and you will save $50000.

"Are you saying I can't afford it?" retorted Noella, playing up her feeling of insult.

"No. No. No. I'm sure it is within your price range."

"So can I drive one?" she pushed as she played with Mark as a cat might play with a mouse.

Mark drew himself to his full 6' 3" height and eased in a deep breath.

"We do have a E500 you can drive, but I'm afraid it is the general manager's favourite and he has taken it for lunch with a "friend".

"What sort of "friend" would that be?"

"I think that would be a young and attractive female friend."

"Really. Why am I not surprised?"

"Well if you give me your details, sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Noella."

"Noella. What a lovely name."

"Why thank you."

"Noella. If you give me your details, I can bring the E500 around to your house this afternoon and you could take it for a drive. Will you be free later this afternoon?"

"I will be free and that would be really great."

An hour alone in a convertible with dreamy Mark will be delicious!

"Now would you like us to appraise you current car for a trade-in whilst you're here?"

"Yes please."

Mark took Noella's keys and passed them to the appraiser before ushering her to the enquiry desk. He took down her address and mobile number before escorting Noella back to her car, the appraiser having finished his work, Noella still the focus of many pairs of eyes.

"The appraiser says we can give you $15000 for your car. How does that sound?"

"We'll talk later."

"Ok. We'll talk." he agreed as he opened the door of the BMW for her, before she drove off heading for home.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 05



Chapter 5

A little after three, Noella got a call from Mark saying that he had got the keys for the E500 Cabriolet and was asking if it was convenient for him to bring the car round at this time. Noella said it was fine and made busy touching up her makeup and replacing her jacket with a tight and revealing red top with a plunging neckline that framed her shapely breasts perfectly. Checking the mirror in the foyer of her townhouse, Noella was happy with her look.

Looking good! Feeling great! Ready for some fun!

Soon the doorbell was ringing and Noella quickly answered the door to find Mark, keys in hand.

" Ready to go?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Your not driving in those?" Mark queried, pointing at the magnificent but towering YSL heels.

'Why of course not!" replied Noella. I've got my driving flats right here." she held up some black flats that she had held behind her back.

"Great!" confirmed Mark. "Let's go."

Noella closed the door behind her and they made their way down to the gleaming electric blue Benz that was waiting at the curb with its top down, perfect for a sunny spring after noon. Mark handed Noella the the chunky black ignition key and he walked around and opened the driver's side door for Noella.

"Why thank you." She cooed with a smile as she gently lowered her behind onto the cream leather seat. She exchanged her heels for flats then slid her stockinged legs under the wheel. Mark gently secured the door behind her which resonated the healthy clunk that European cars are famous for. He walked around to the passenger side and climbed in.

"Ok Noella. Let's go!"

"Aye! Aye Captain!" she replied as she inserted the key in the electronic ignition switch and fired up the beautiful machine. Mark gave her a brief overview of the controls an then Noella flicked on the indicator, checked the mirrors, made a quick shoulder check and eased out from the curve, the smooth V8 engine purring under the control of her right foot.

How awesome! Beautifully smooth! And so powerful!

Noella loved the feeling of having a tamed lion under her accelerator foot, which was ready to roar whenever the whim took her. She enjoyed the precise control and exact braking that made driving this car an outright pleasure.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed as pulled out of her street and onto the main road as they headed for Beach Rd., a sweeping Boulevard that hugged the bay coastline.

"You like?" asked Mark somewhat rhetorically.

"Of course!" and she slapped his arm with her free hand as she guided the gleaming Benz through the traffic. Mark lean forward and clicked the sound system on and fiddled with his I-Phone and soon the Rolling Stones "Start Me Up" was booming through the incredible JBL speakers. Noella enjoyed the rocking vibe as she headed down Dendy St. towards Beach Rd. Soon they reached the junction of those two roads. She turned the right indicator on and eased the sleek car to a stop at a red light.

I wonder what this baby's got.

As the lights turned green, Noella tugged the wheel right and planted her foot hard. The car lurched forward and heaved right as the big V8 got down and dirty with a sweet growl, but there was little wheel spin or tire smoke, as the wizardry of the traction control smoothed out all bad habits of the powerful engine, ensuring it was perfectly behaved.

Noella grinned as the car launched forward and swept up the hill and over the right crest. Mark leaned over and firmly placed his hand on her knee in a father like gesture.

"Did I say you could do that?"

"Did I say you say you put your hand on my knee?"

Holy shit! His hand feels magnificent! I've got goose bumps all over!

Mark quickly withdrew his hand for fear of offence, somewhat surprised by his reflexive paternal action.

"Did I say you could take your hand off?" asked Noella in a firm but inviting tone, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Do I need permission for what I do with my hand?" he inquired.

"Well it depends what you're doing with it."

"Oh I see." countered Mark, rising to the verbal sparring as the Benz swept around the undulating bends of the road, under Noella's deft control.

"I think you should put it back on my knee."

"Your wish is my command." and he gently replaced his hand on Noella's knee and then slid it upwards to the hem of her skirt, creeping under to rest on the top of her stocking, where he gave her leg a gentle squeeze.

Holy fuck! His hand his so hot! Oh my God, it feels wonderful.

Noella could barely focus on the road as waves of heat and desire swirled through her body like tidal waves.

"You're driving beautifully." complimented Mark.

Shit! He's got his hand up my skirt and he's telling me I'm a good driver! WTF!

"Why thank you." replied Noella, nice as pie, giving no indication of the wild feelings that surged through her tingling body.

They made their way past Brighton Yacht Club and headed towards the city, their path now marked by large mansion style homes, Noella's flesh still burning from the heat of Mark's touch.

"So what do you think of the car?" Mark seemed to be in salesman mode again.

"I think it's beautiful! So smooth and silky to drive, but still so powerful." remarked Noella. "And I love having the top down."

"And do you like this?" grinned Mark as he gently rotated his hand from Noella's outer to inner thigh, sending a shiver through her body.

OMG!!!

"If you keep doing that I'm going crash this baby!"

Mark laughed loudly, a huge smile spread across his face as Noella negotiated a right hand turn off the Beach Rd. and headed up Bay St, towards the shopping centre. The sound system was now pumping out U2's "Beautiful Day".

"You know I don't get many opportunities to take such a beautiful woman out in a car like this, let alone one who let's me stroke her thigh!"

Noella felt a flush of heat through her face.

"It's not everyday I get to meet such a handsome man." She took her left hand off the wheel and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

How do I tell him hat he is making me melt?

Now it was Mark's turn to go tomato red, embarrassed by Noella's candid revelation.

Soon they passed through the shopping centre, the gleaming blue Merc turning more than a few heads. They crested the hill, fortuitously getting a green light, Noella turned right onto the Nepean Highway and gave the car a kick with her right foot. They were soon at the eighty kilometre an hour speed limit, the car exerting little effort. The conversation within the car dried up after their mutual admiration.

What do I now? I love his touch. Do I want more?

After a couple of kilometres she turned the car off the highway, back towards Brighton and her house. Pulling up in front, she eased the car to the curb she broke the silence.

"I want one. When can I have it?"

"That simple eh?"

"I 'm girl who know what she wants." She reached over and slid her up hand up Mark's thigh and gently squeezed his crotch. He was shocked by her forthrightness but made no attempt to move her hand as she began a slow stroking action that soon solicited a stiff reaction.

"I think we should go inside and discuss my purchase." she advised.

"That would be good." he agreed, struggling to spit the words out, his voice all throaty after Noella's gentle massaging of his manhood.

How sweet he is. I haven't felt this desire forever! How could I resist this chance?

So they both climbed out of the awesome car, she replaced her flats for her heels, meeting Mark, on the foot path. She handed him the car chunky keys and then took her house keys out of her clutch bag. She then took Mark by the hand and led him to the front door, opening it with a click of the key. They stepped inside and closed the door behind them.

Once inside she led him into the kitchen/living room.

"Nice place!" he complimented as he placed the Mercedes folder he had brought in from the car on the marble kitchen bench. Noella placed her clutch next to it. She then turned and took a step up to Mark, put one hand behind his neck, the other on his firm butt and squeezed his body to hers as she lifted up on her toes and placed her lips on his mouth, gently probing with her tongue for entry into his mouth. Mark was caught off guard a little, but he quickly responded, kissing her back.

Noella the aggressor! I'm going to have what I want this time! His lips are so soft and delicious.

She worked her lips sensuously against his as he cupped her buttocks with his hands so that were firmly meshed together. She rolled her tongue over his and he responded with the firm invasion of her mouth. Noella was burning with passion as they explored each others mouths, locked together in a firm embrace.

Oh shit! He is so strong. I want him so much. I have never kissed a man like this!

They held the embrace for some minutes, enjoying the feel and desire of each others body. Mark then shifted his hand from its firm planting on her ass, to explore her body. He slowly slid it up her side, before diverting to the front of Noella's top. He cupped her left breast, pushing it upwards slightly and giving it a gentle squeeze before searching for the nipple through the shirt and bra.

Noella exploded, jamming her tongue inside Mark's mouth.

Oh fuck! My knees have gone weak. I want him now.

As a moan of pleasure inadvertently slipped from her mouth, she reached down and reacquainted herself with the hard bulge in his trousers causing his grip to stiffen.

"You are magnificent." he groaned.

She leaned up to his ear.

"You haven't seen anything yet." she whispered and she traced the ridges of his ear with tongue before encasing the whole ear with her mouth and sucking hard.

"Ooooooooooh. Fuck!" he exclaimed.

"Do you like that?" she teased whilst squeezing his balls through his trousers.

"I like that even better!" he retorted

Noella continued to apply her tongue to his ear whilst still gently squeezing his crotch, the zip on his pants was now having trouble containing the swelling mound it covered. Noella laughed at the reaction that she had induced. She then wriggled free from his grip a little, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her to reveal her curvaceous breasts which were pushing agains the restraint of her black silk bra.

"Wow!" gasped Mark and he reached up with both hands too follow the generous curve of each breast and then with his right hand he reached behind her and deftly released the clasp that was holding the bra in place.

"You clever boy!" she giggled.

With Noella's breasts free of any incumbency, Mark helped himself, leaning down, he covered her left nipple with his mouth whilst he twiddled the other like a radio dial, which resulted in it becoming instantly hard.

Oh my God! It feels wonderful!

Enjoying his caress and his suckling, she put her hand behind his head to guide and encourage him, although it seemed that not much encouragement was required, as Mark was a very willing partner.

With the other hand that had been camped on his groin, she began to work on his fly, sliding it down so that she could then release his belt and trouser button. Suddenly his pants dropped, allowing Noella to wrest his masculinity from his underpants. Holding the thick long shaft in her hand, she gently gripped and re-gripped the rod, before sliding her hand up and down its full length.

"Fuck!" he gasped as he released the grip he had on her tit, with his mouth, re-attaching his mouth to hers, drilling her mouth with a tongue full of passion and desire. Noella thrilled at the power of his kiss and marvelled at the erectness and size of his cock.

Holy cow! That is one big cock. I've never known one so large. Oh, I want it!

With her free hand she unzipped the back of her skirt and using her old skill. she wriggled her hips so that it soon slipped to the ground, the full shape of her lithe body was now exposed. Seeing the fulsome form of Noella's body, Mark released their kiss so that he could apply kisses down her neck, sweeping across both breasts whilst she gently stroked his hard member. He stopped at each nipple to gently circle them with his tongue, before bending his knees so that he could peck his way down her gym flattened stomach, over the black suspender belt and onto the sheer french nickers she was wearing. For Noella the sensation was nothing short of mind blowing, as her skin burned with every touch.

Oh my God he is amazing!!!

When Mark reached his desired destination he gently lifted right her leg and rested her heeled foot on the foot rail of the stool that was standing next to the kitchen bench, where this passionate entanglement had begun, causing Noella to lose her handle on his dick. His hand shifted to the centre of her sex and caressed it gently, sliding up and and down the diaphanous front of the French knickers, which made Noella visibly draw breath, as the nerve endings sang their approval of such attention. Mark now slipped his finger under the thin material. Circling the edge of her sex until he discovered her clit, he then gently dipped his finger into her moist pussy , which generated a swift gasp of air followed a deep soulful groan from Noella as she placed her hand over his, to him guide to her pleasure. Hooking his fingers in the top of her panties, he pulled down smoothly, removing the last barrier for is prying tongue. He then replaced his finger with the darting action of his tongue.

"Oh yes!" Noella murmured as she become delirious, a flood of pleasure sweeping over her body.

Is this what heaven is like? A dreamy man making me sing with joy.

Noella just let go and allowed herself to float down the river of ecstasy, as an orgasm began to build like the shudders of a volcano about erupt. Mark intermittently replaced the flicking acton by sucking her clitoris with explosive results.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She groaned as her body trembled and shook like no orgasm she had ever experienced. All her weight went onto Mark as all the strength in her body drained away as it convulsed with bolts of joy.

THAT is what I call an orgasm!!! What have I been missing all this time?

"Oh Mark that was amazing!"

"You haven't seen anything yet." he grinned.

Having recovered a little, Noella lowered her foot from the step of the stool and reacquainted herself with his rock hard member, gently squeezing and releasing her hand, causing it to grow visibly?

"Holy fuck!" he cried. "Are you going to tease me to death?"

"I just might." she replied sweetly. "But I do think we need to lose some of these clothes."

As he leant back against the kitchen bench, she began to undo his shirt buttons before sliding her right hand underneath its material, stroking across his firm pecs, then squeezing his left nipple which hardened immediately, still working the rigid pole with her left hand. Once all the buttons were released she peeled the shirt back and attached her mouth to his right nipple sucking hard, before she gently gripped it between her teeth.

"My God Noella! What are you doing Noella! I'm going to explode!"

"I could stop if you don't like it." she offered coyly.

"No, no, no. Don't do that!"

"So you do want some more."

"Pleassse." he groaned.

With that, she knelt and circled the top of his cock with her tongue, before grasping the head between her lips, giving a gentle suck.

"Shit!" he groaned.

Delicately she slid her lips back and forth before accommodating most of his member in her mouth, its size defeating her desire to absorb its entirety.

"Fuck Noella! What are you doing?"

Noella slowly withdrew her mouth up the length of his cock.

"Is it not good?"

"It is amazing!" he gasped. "Please don't stop."

"Are you sure?" she replied, forever the tease.

"I'm sure!"

"Your wish is my command!" she complied.

Noella slid the rock hard cock back into her mouth, sucking the tip before again swallowing as much as she could manage.

What an amazing dick! I do love hard cock!

She busied herself stroking the rod with her mouth. Mark's groans of pleasure, ever increasing in volume.

"My God Noella! Where did you learn to do this?"

Noella took a short break from her pleasuring.

'I think it just comes naturally!" she laughed, before continuing to give Mark's rod a good working over.

Delicious!

He held her head with both hands, guiding the stroking motion, his pleasure becoming more intense with every stroke.

"I think I need to fuck you now." admitted Mark.

"Do you really? You're sure you don't want me to just suck you all night?"

"No. I won't last all night!"

" What a pity." Said Noella sweetly. "I think we had better do something about that, don't you"

"Please!" Mark begged.

Standing, she took a step towards Mark as he leant against the bench. Hooking her right YSL heeled foot on the second rung of the stool that was next to him, she placed her left leg so that she now straddled is hard cock. With her right hand, she guided him into her place of desire.The first touch of their sexes being like a flash of lightening. The groan she emitted was deep and intense.

Holy fuck! How can I take this!

She slowly moved up and down on the tip of his rod as she began to take his size inside her, each move, evoking a moan of desire.

"Fuck Noella! Fuck me!" Mark demanded.

Soon she was able take all of Mark's shaft, her moistness allowing her to glide slowly but surely up down its length. She secured herself by clasping Mark's neck with both hands whilst Mark fastened his hands on her butt, grabbing so firmly that the skin surrounding his hand turned red.

"Oh Mark!" She cried as their pace gathered, their hips working in unison. Their beings melded together in a tryst of sexual pleasure. She clamped her lips to his, spearing her tongue into his mouth, so that their tongues became entangled in a vigorous jousting match.

Oh how good is he! I want it to last all night.

She ground her hips to his, twisting like a cork screw with each action.

"Fuck that is good!" he proclaimed.

Suddenly she stopped at the bottom of her stroke.

"What the fuck!!!" he cried.

"You'll see."

She began slowly squeezing his pole with her sex. Slowly gripping. Un-gripping. Gripping. Un-gripping.

His mouth released a long slow guttural groan.

"Noella. You are magnificent."

"So are you."

Standing, she released his penis from within her and turned around and placed her hands on the stool. She gently spread her legs and braced herself.

"I think it's your turn to do the work." she told him.

Obediently Mark moved behind her, looking to re-insert his magnificent log in Noella's warm pussy. Raising it with his hand, he began to lunge at his goal , with little success. Noella reached back between her legs to guide his magnificence inside her.

Slowly he entered her, causing her to gasp as she accepted his advance.

Fuck!!! Fuck!! And fuck! ..............My God it is good!!!

With his entry assured, he rammed home his advantage, causing Noella to draw breath.

Holy shit!!!!!

Mark continued to deliver long hard strokes.

"Oh yes! Yes!! Yes!! Fuck me Noella!"

Noella responded, pushing against his hard cock, occasionally pausing to grasp the poll with her muscles.

"Fuck me Noella! Fuck me!"

Their bodies pumped. Their muscles sweated, as they worked towards mutual pleasure. The pleasure intensified and he slapped her ass with his right hand, spurring Noella onto more urgent action, when Noella suddenly paused.

"I want you to fuck me on top." she told him

Standing, she again released his cock and turning she lifted her butt onto the stool she had been using for support. She stretched her legs to their full extension before spreading them to create a large V.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 05



"Common baby. Give it all you've got." she commanded.

Mark re-joined their sex, Noella loved having Mark within her.

"Fuck me good Babe!"

Not wanting to disappoint her, Mark grasp the arms of the stool and drove his cock with strength and passion in into Noella's womanhood. Their flesh slapped with each powerful motion, Noella gripping his back with her vibrantly painted nails. Soon she was drawing blood as Mark's piston like action gathered speed, their beings blending into one as the waves of orgasm began to build its intensity.

"Yes Mark! Yes!" Noella yelled as the swell of pleasure broke over her being, her body quivering as the spasms of bliss washed over her.

Mark drove his desire home, his masculine power capitulating in orgasmic release, his groans of pleasure reverberating through out the house.

"Fuck!" he cried as he collapsed in a climatic crescendo.

Noella held him tight, their bodies fused together as one, as the tide of orgasm ran out, their lungs panting and their senses distorted by the magnificent pleasures of sex.

As they began to recover, she leant up and kissed his lips and he joyfully kissed her back.

"My God Noella! I have NEVER had sex like that!"

She smiled in a knowing kind of way.

"Nor have I." she admitted, kissing him again, her senses enjoying all the sights and sensations of a very sexy man.

Soon he lifted her from the stool, and with great ease he carried her to the red leather couch which stood in the living room, where he sat, holding Noella across his lap. For a while they just enjoyed each others embrace as their bodies recovered from a sensual experience like which neither had ever experienced previously.

Eventually Noella broke the silence, of which neither of them were uncomfortable.

"Thank you Mark." and she kissed him. "this is an experience I will never forget."

She kissed him again enjoying the deliciousness of his lips.

"Nor will I." he admitted and they remained entangled on the couch appreciating the splendour of what they had just shared.

After a while Mark brought her back to the prosaic issues of life.

"Do you want to order the car?"

"Of course I want the car!" and she gave him a whack on the arm, causing him to flinch for fear of more aggression, for having to the temerity of breaking the joyful moment they were sharing. Now he stood Noella wrapped in his muscular arms and he carried her to the dining table that stood nearby and gently deposited Noella on one of the chairs.

"Just sit there for a moment." he said.

"Why?" she questioned coquettishly.

"Because I told you to."

"Ok. If that's what you really want, I'll do as I'm told, just this once." and she poked her tongue at him.

"Thank you." He moved over to the bench where his Mercedes folder was sitting. He picked it up and came back to the table and sat down in the chair next to Noella and opened up the folder, flicking through some pages until he found the form he was after.

"Right." He began. "This is an order form for your new car."

"Great." she exclaimed.

"Name?" He demanded.

"Noella Isabella Howson." she told him gently as she reached under the table and took hold of his soft cock.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm playing with your dick." she said with smile.

"Do you have to do that right now?"

"I think so."

The evidence her fondling soon became apparent, as his member soon becoming rigid in her hand.

"I'm trying to concentrate here Noella."

"So am I." she replied. "I could suck it if you like."

"For shit sake, don't do that! I will never get this done."

Noella laughed.

"A car order is more important than a blow job!"

"Can you be serious for a few minutes?"

"You know I wouldn't buy it from anybody else." she said honestly.

"I know, but can you suck my cock after I've finished the paperwork?"

"Ok. I promise! I'll only suck your lovely penis once you have finished."

"Thank you." he replied rather formerly. "I look forward to that moment."

"So do I." and she gave his rod a long gentle stroke.

"Noella!"

She laughed. "What? ......Okay, okay. Serious Noella is here now."

"Good. Address?"

Noella recited her details, his dick still in hand. They struck an unusual image as they sat at the large marble table. His butt naked body and hers still donning suspenders, stockings and heels, as they carefully filled the details on the order form.

"Now colour?'"

"Red."

"You don't want a blue one like we've got today?"

"No. Definitely red, with cream leather."

Mark rustled through his folder until he found a colour chart. He pointed to a photo of a beautiful red Benz.

"Mars Red. Do you like that? It's the only red they do."

"Perfect!" she replied

"That's all the info I require. Now you'll need to pay a 10%, which would be $17000."

"Credit card ok?"

"Great!"

"I want to finance the rest. Is that OK?"

"Sure."

"I'll text you my brokers details in the morning. OK?"

"That would be great." he replied as Noella stood and glided over to the bench where she had left her clutch. Mark enjoyed the sight of her supple body, it's length and sweet shape emphasised by the stockings and heels.

She returned to the table and dropped a black Amex on the table , before resuming her place on the chair, his hard dick in hand. She started to gently fondle it, cupping the tip with her palm and giving a gentle squeeze.

"Will you stop it." he asked in exasperation. "I can't concentrate."

"Really?" she replied innocently. "I just want you to fuck me some more."

She continued her play whilst Mark tried desperately to ignore Noella's attention.

"Done!" he soon announced.

"Good!" confirmed Noella. "Now you can give me some of this."

She gave his hard staff a stroke.

She then slid off the chair onto her knees and leaning over his lap took his shaft in her mouth in one deft motion, causing Mark to moan. Just as she began to slide up and down on the beast, Mark's phone, which was in his folder, began to beep, advising a message had been received. He picked it up and scrolled to read the message.

"Shit! It's my boss. He wants the car back, now!"

Noella lifted her mouth from her work.

"Tell him you're busy sealing a deal."

She began licking the top his cock with swirls of her tongue.

"No Noella. I'd better go."

"Well I'll just have to cancel the order then and he'll be sad."

"Ok. ......You win."

Trying to ignore Noella's eager fellatio, Mark quickly texted that he was just sealing the deal and would be back shortly. Abruptly he stood, leaving Noella kneeling on the floor. He leant down and lifted her from under her arms so that she too, was now standing. She leant back and penetrated his mouth with her tongue and they stood there for a moment. Suddenly Mark withdrew and with his hands on her shoulders, he turned he so that she was facing the table and pushed down, so that Noella was now spread eagled, face down on the table. She gasped with swiftness of his action.

Holy fuck! I want him so bad.

There was a scraping sound on the floor as he moved the chairs out of the way. She felt his hand between her legs as slid his finger along her lips before finding her clit. He gently tweaked it with his fore finger sending a wild sensation through her body.

Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!

She groaned deeply before he slid his finger back, dipping in to her wet mound.

"Oh Mark." she cried.

He didn't pause for sweet nothings. He grabbed his erect weapon, guiding it to Noella's moistness, which enabled him to slide it straight in all the way to its hilt.

A violent rush of air escaped from Noella's mouth as she felt the full size of his wad.

He stood still for a moment, enjoying the delicious feeling that being deep inside her brought.

Wow! That's what I call cock! I think I'm going to burst!

Now Mark clenched his hands on Noella's arse cheeks and with a mighty heave, began to thrusting into Noella, releasing a loud grunt with each stroke.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" he yelled. The force increasing with each blow, Noella was pinned by the power of his thrusts. She reached forward to grasp the opposite side to the table to hold herself against Mark's assault, the strength and virility of his intention stirring powerful desires within her.

With long strong strokes he worked his rod for their mutual pleasure. Noella holding on for dear life, managing to bend her knees so that Mark's strokes were soon giving her maximum pleasure.

"Fuck me Mark! Fuck me!" she yelled as he made his mighty lunges, creating orgasmic explosions for each of them, Noella's body shaking as the wave of climax overcame her. He grunted loudly at the climatic moment.

Soon they lay together, exhausted, Mark had collapsed on top her, spent from his effort.

I think the earth moved! ..........That's what I call sex!...... Amazing!

Slowly Mark stood, taking his weight off Noella, he then helped her stand and again their mouths locked as they stood in embrace, celebrating the mutual ecstasy they had just experienced.

After a few moments they released their embrace and Mark quickly got dressed, Noella watching as she sat exhausted on a chair. Once dressed he came over and gave her kiss.

"Your are truly amazing Noella."

"Thank you. So are you. You'll be in touch?" she asked gently.

"Of course."

They walked to the front door and had one final kiss and then he was gone. Noella returned to the living room and flopped on the couch and thought about what had been a truly amazing day.

After a light dinner, Noella was lazing on the couch watching TV, luxuriating in the afterglow of hot sex, when her I-phone beeped , letting her know that she had received a message. She picked up the phone from the coffee table and checked her in-box.

Hi Noella! U r amazing!!! had a wonderful afternoon! WOW! WOW!! WOW!!! WOW!!!! WOW!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) In Sydney for rest of week :( :( :( Car is ordered :) :) :) will ring when it arrives....shud be next week! Can't wait 2 c u then!!!!!!!!!!!!

Noella was disappointed to see that she wouldn't see Mark for a week. She replied:

Thank you. U r wonderful!!! :) :) :). Want to c u soon! Not til next week :( :( :( :( :( ring soon!!!!!!!!!

Noella soon received a reply.

I will!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Desire swept through Noella's body as she reflected on the afternoon.

I want him now. Not next week!

After she had finished watching the movie she made her way up stairs for a long relaxing bath before going to bed with a warm inner glow.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 06



Damien was towing the line after their terse words, He was now home at night and nutritious meals seemed to be happening. The week dawdled along with work and a couple sessions with her personal trainer, with whom she had a love/hate relationship. Noella often found his approach and the work he set pretty tough, but she felt great and looked fantastic and so she accepted that the effort and discomfort was worth it.

Friday brought lunch with Jodie and Suzie. They tried a new place in Malvern the "Fork and Spoon" which was a hit, with its delicious fresh and healthy food. Noella was excited to tell them about her new car, but she said not a word about Mark, as she wasn't sure how they would take her screwing the salesman. Maybe she would tell them another day.

The weekend brought Emily for the weekend and Stephanie stayed overnight Saturday, which resulted in a girls shopping day at the mall on Sunday. New skirts, shirts and jeans for the girls and what would a shopping day be without a new pair of shoes for everyone. Noella enjoyed buying the girls lunch at one of the cafes, over which they had a great chat. This allowed her to instil on them that she was still their Mum, even though she didn't live with them, she would always be there for them. She was also interested to hear them complain about their fathers new girlfriend who was barley older than they were. After the shopping was done, she dropped the girls at Damien's and went home, pretty comfortable where things were in her life, but she was a little concerned about Damien's increasing desire for ever younger women.

Monday brought school duties with Emily again, but no phone call from Mark, but she resisted the temptation to shoot off a text, not wanting to appear over keen, but she didn't think she'd be so controlled on Tuesday if there was no word from Mark.

She needn't have worried as at exactly 9-30am on Tuesday, just after she had dropped Emily to school, Mark rang. It was "salesman" Mark, not "the hot stud" that rang advising Noella that her car had arrived.

"Hi Noella."

"Hi Mark." she replied, barely able to disguise her desire.

"Good news." he announced. " Your E500 Convertible Mercedes Benz has arrived and is being given its final check and will be ready for pick up at 12-30." he advised, with not a hint of the attraction they shared a few days ago.

"That is wonderful news! Will you be their to show me how to drive it?"

"I wouldn't miss it for anything." Mark's all business persona finally broke and a cheeky smile entered his voice.

"Maybe we could do lunch?" Noella proposed hopefully.

"Maybe we could DO more than lunch?" he quipped

"Now your just being cheeky!" she scolded.

"I'll see you at 12-30!"

"See you then!"

Ooh I'm so hot for him!

She went up stairs to pick an outfit that would fitting for picking up her new car from dreamy Mark, on what was predicted to be a warm sunny day.

A half an hour later she had laid out a red figure hugging dress with tapered shoulder straps. She added skin tone hold up stockings, a glitzy sparkly belt that matched a pair of outrageous shoes from her "new Noella" shopping spree, that sparkled allover and possessed the biggest heels she had ever bought. A large red leather hold all bag was added to carry a more practical pair of flats for driving, which were also sparkly all over.

Nothing like colour co-ordinating with your car!

She went then went down and took all her personal nick knacks from her little BMW, which she was trading in on the new car. It was a little sad, as it had been a trusty little car, but it was time to move on up in the world.

Midday soon came around and she finished getting dressed. She cut a sharp figure, the slim line dress highlighted her sleek gym toned figure, her firm breasts emphasised by a revealing neckline, that showed a hint of her red bra, making the whole effect very alluring.

Standing in front of the mirror checking her make-up, she was very satisfied with outcome.

Hot but not slutty! Perfect!

She bounced down stairs to the garage, excited by the prospect of driving her new steed and her imminent re-connection with Mark.

Twelve thirty on the dot she pulled up in front of the Mercedes dealership. Mark was out the front waiting, which made her heart skip with excitement. He opened the car door for her as she quickly changed shoes before standing and giving him a neat peck on the cheek.

"Hi Noella! You're looking awesome.....as usual!"

"Why thank you." she replied with a flutter. "It's lovely to see you again."

"Come inside and we'll get you to sign some papers and then we can take your new machine for a drive."

"Great!" replied Noella as they headed inside, Noella once again creating a major distraction for the salesmen in the showroom. Mark guided her into the office of Miles, the Sales Manager, where they spent about twenty minutes completing the finance and registration papers. As they were leaving Mark asked Miles if he could have some time to take Noella to lunch. Miles agreed that would be fine, but he told Mark he needed to be back by two thirty for a meeting. Noella's heart sunk as she had hoped for a little afternoon delight.

Damn! I'm going to have find a way to get my hands on him some other way.

Mark ushered her through to a garage area on the side of the showroom where Noella's beautiful new car stood. She stopped, stunned by the beauty of the gleaming red Benz that awaited her, looking elegant with the top down.

"Oh Mark! It's beautiful!"

"You're right. It is beautiful and it's yours."

"It hasn't sunk in yet."

"It is yours and I think its time for a drive." He took Noella by the hand and lead her around to the drivers side door. Opening it, he stepped aside allowing Noella to slide in behind the wheel, where she slid off her monster heels, again exchanging them for flats that she carried in her handhold all bag.

Mark helped her adjust the seat and mirrors before jumping in the passenger seat, which was the signal for Noella to fire up the engine. She pressed the ignition button causing a sweet growl to escape from the exhaust. Carefully she guided the impressive machine out onto the highway heading for Bay St. which would lead them down onto the Beach Rd. Mark told her to head for St. Kilda where he had made a restaurant reservation.

As they swept through the North Brighton shops down towards the Beach Rd., Noella marvelled at how beautiful the red Mercedes was to drive. With the top down, she enjoyed the feeling of the sun and the freedom this gave her. Mark sat in the passenger seat, dialling up music on his phone and Blue Toothing it to the car sound system. Michael Jackson's "Thriller" was currently blasting the atmosphere, with Bon Jovi's "Living On a Prayer." soon to follow. He had a big smile on his face as he watched Noella fall in love with her car. Few words were spoken, but there was a certain electricity between them that made words redundant.

As they sat at the junction of Bay St and Beach Rd, Noella piped up.

"Where's the lunch booking?"

"Donnelli's"

"Very nice. I'm impressed."

"So you should be." bragged Mark

She flashed him a dirty look, but secretly enjoyed this friendly banter.

They swept around the beach road, the red Mercedes effortlessly sweeping around the curved road. They turned more than a few heads, such was the majesty of the German auto. Soon they arrived at Donnelli's, a beautiful restaurant which occupies a building bathers used as changing rooms in years gone by. Now because of its ideal location right in the bay foreshore it was one of the must go to places in the city. Noella pulled her amazing new car up in the front of the restaurant, synchronistically finding a car park right outside. Mark filled the parking meter and they walked inside.

Fab!

The head waiter escorted them to a table for two right on the window, giving them a panoramic view of the bay. Taking their places as the waiters pulled back their chairs, Noella thrilled at the beauty of the place, which was decked out like a beach house. The handsome company she was keeping caused her heart to flutter a little.

Mark ordered a glass of French Champagne for each of them. When it arrived he made a toast.

"For a beautiful woman, a beautiful car and a beautiful life!"

"A beautiful life!" Noella chimed in as they clinked glasses.

The dryness of the champagne was like a desert on her palate, the complex after tones dancing across her tongue.

She smiled as she enjoyed perfection of the situation. Mark smiled back also enjoying the occasion.

Soon menus arrived and they chit chatted away. Mark's trip and Noella's legendary status as the hottest showroom customer ever, being among the topics of conversation. Noella laughed at the prospect of all the car salesman tittering amongst themselves about how hot she was.

Soon their orders arrived. Hers was the lobster meat tossed in pasta with a light chilli sauce. His, the 600 gram Rib Eye with hand cut chips and salad. Mark ordered a glass of bold red to go with the steak. Noella opted for the chilled water after the celebratory champagne, knowing that she would have to pilot the Mercedes home.

They luxuriated in the fantastic lunch and surroundings, the conversation free and easy with few awkward pauses. Strong coffee with elegant petit fours concluded proceedings, Noella satisfying her chocolate addiction with two perfect chocolate delicacies.

It was soon over and Mark plonked his Amex on top of the bill, the waiter whisking it away.

"I've had a great time." he rasped, the full power of his voice seemingly escaping him.

"So have I." she agreed in a dreamy kind of voice, whilst gently grazing his foot with her giant heel, under the table. They smiled at each other, absorbing the joy of the moment.

Soon they were back in the German red motor, cruising down the Nepean Highway. The clock on the dashboard indicating the witching hour of two thirty would be soon upon them. The dealership soon loomed on the horizon and Noella came to grips with the fact that she would soon have to let Mark go back to work instead of spending the afternoon together. They pulled up in front of the glass fronted building, which had a row of gleaming cars strung along it's front perimeter.

"Thank you." she sighed. "It's been a lovely lunch and she leaned across and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I can't believe this beauty is mine."

"It's been a pleasure and I know the car will bring great pleasure. We'll talk soon?"

"I hope to more than talk!" she jibed back.

Mark laughed at Noella's directness.

"Ok. We'll do more than just talk. I've gotta go now but I WILL see you soon."

With a peck to her cheek he disappeared inside.

Noella sat in the car for a moment, before picking up her phone and ringing Suzie.

"Hi Suze. Are you home?"

She was.

"Great! I've got something to show you. I'll be there in five." She hung up abruptly before ringing Jodie and a similar conversation followed.

"I'll be there in ten."

Within in five minutes she at Suzie's house who cooed at the sleek Mercedes.

"Wanna drive." offered Noella .

"You bet!"

With in a minute Suzie had rushed inside for some driving flats and was soon behind the wheel, heading for Jodie's.

"Wow! This is amazing to drive. So smooth." exclaimed Suzie.

"It is great." agreed Noella.

Soon they pulled up in front of house Jodie's house, and Suzie honked the horn, which brought Jodie running from the house. She also gushed over Noella's new car. When she saw Suzie behind the wheel, she too rushed back inside for some driving shoes before jumping in the back seat, making it known that she too wanted a turn driving the convertible.

The friends then cruised the bayside suburbs, pumping the music, laughing and giggling as they enjoyed the fun of top down motoring, before stopping for a coffee in one of the trendy Elwood cafes.

"I'm so jealous." admitted Suzie as she sipped her latte, as they soaked up the vibe sitting amongst the funky people who inhabited this somewhat bohemian suburb.

"Me too!" agreed Jodie. "I wonder if Paul will let me have one?" referring to her CEO husband.

"I know what Michael would say. No in twenty five different languages!"

They all laughed. The coffee soon disappeared from the cups and Jodie geared up for her turn to her turn to pilot the superb German machine.

Once they were were all belted up she indicated right before easing out from the kerb and gliding the car back along the Beach Rd., as it offered the greatest driving pleasure, Jodie wearing a grin from ear to ear. After half an hour of driving around the leafy streets of Brighton she finally relented to drive home and give up the pleasure of the Mercedes and so around four o'clock that pulled up outside her house. She asked Noella to take a photo of her behind the wheel with her phone camera to show Paul. Then they exchanged kisses on the cheek and she disappeared inside the house.

Suzie begged for one last drive and so Noella obliged. Five minutes later they pulled up the front of Suzie's where her husband Michael was getting out of his car after arriving home from work.

Seeing Suzie drive up in the red convertible, he came down to have a look.

"Hi Noella, what have we here?" he asked as Noella took a photo for Suzie, looking very comfortable behind the wheel.

"It's my new car." Suzie countered, causing him to cough and splutter.

"I don't thinks so Honey."

"You're such a spoilt sport." pouted Suzie.

"It's actually my new car." announced Noella.

"Very impressive."

"Thank you. I picked it up today, but I'm already in love."

"I can understand why."

"You know Michael, I could really see myself in one of these."

"You do look beautiful in it Honey, but the bank manager might have something to say if we spent this much money on a car!"

" I guess you're right." she said reluctantly agreed as she alighted and gave Noella a peck on the check. "I'm so jealous."

"When ever you want a drive, just let me know." offered Noella.

"That would be great!" and she took Michael's hand and walked inside.

Noella jumped behind the wheel and fired up the beast to head home. She again revelled in the joy of driving HER NEW CAR and cruised home with little hurry. As she turned the corner into her street her heart jumped wildly.

OMG! Mark!!

There, parked in front of the group of townhouses was a gleaming silver Mercedes saloon, a tall handsome figure standing on the kerb next it, busily barking into his mobile phone. When he recognised that Noella was coming up the street, he quickly ended his call, before waving and smiling at her. She waved and smiled back, pulling her car in behind Mark's.

"Hi Noella! You look amazing in that car!"

"Why, thank you. I thinks it suits me."

"It certainly does! I was just about to text you. I forgot to give you this bag of goodies I got you to go with the car." he said as he lifted a black hold all bag with a Mercedes three pointed star embossed on the side.

"Oh love goodies!" she exclaimed. " Jump in and I'll park this beauty in the garage and you can show me your goodies!"

Mark dutifully got into the passenger seat and she drove the gleaming car down the driveway to the underground car park, the automatic garage door slowly rising to allow their entrance.

Once inside she eased the car down the steep driveway before taking the centre spot of her three available parks, stopping the car up just in front of the wall. She made the car safe and then leaned over to Mark.

"Are going to give me a kiss"

" Of course!."

He leaned over and met Noella's lips with his, creating a gentle seal. Noella enjoyed the sensuality and texture of Mark's lips. Joyfully and playfully they locked and relocked mouths before Noella gently slid her tongue into his mouth, sensually wrapping her tongue around his. They sat there for a couple minutes exploring each others mouths before passion began to overtake Mark, pulling Noella towards him, his hands searching for her globular breasts through her dress.

Mmm. His touch is magic.

She released her mouth from his and leaned back to find his ear. She gently traced its ridges before encasing the whole ear in her mouth, sucking gently which induced a deep groan from Mark as he teased her nipples through her dress and bra to which they immediately responded by going rigid under his touch.

Releasing the ear Noella whispered.

"I want to christen the car."

"What?" answered Mark some what confused.

"I want to christen the car." Noella repeated.

"Christen?" he questioned again.

"I want you to fuck me in the car." she clarified, stripping away any ambiguity by running her hand over his body before grasping firmly on the growing bulge in his trousers.

"You are wicked Noella."

"I know." she answered as she undid his fly and then his trouser buttons allowing, her free access to hard cock before kneeling up on the drivers seat.

"Can you put the seat back please?" she asked.

Obeying, Mark pressed the switch on the side of the seat. There was a faint whirring as the electric motor dropped the seat backwards, allowing Noella to lean over and take Mark's engorged penis in hand before she slid her tongue over its tip, giving it gentle flickers.

"Holy cow Noella."

"You like?"

"I like! Please stop talking."

"Yes boss."

She slid her mouth over the big rod taking it almost to the hilt. Slowly drew her head up to again titillate its tip.

Delicious!

Noella was getting serious with a piston like motion causing the dick to grow and visibly harden.

"Noella you give awesome head."

Noella withdrew her mouth from her diligent work.

"Is that a compliment.?"

"Of course!. I can't touch your body like this. Can you let me up."

"Sure."

Mark sat up from his inclined position and opening the car door, he stood and walked around the back of the car, as Noella watched him bemused, as he struggled around with his pants half way down. Reaching the door he opened it.

"Come over here." he commanded.

Noella crawled back across to the drivers side. Mark placed his hands under her arms, lifting her so that she now stood in the car doorway. He moved his hands to her buttocks, squeezing her shapely body against him before forcibly locking his mouth onto hers, aggressively engaging her tongue.

They stood for a moment in this firm embrace, Noella's arms wrapped around Mark's neck. Mark released his right hand from her buttock, he then traced up the zipper up the back of Noella's dress to find the zip, which he then smoothly pulled all the way down. He shifted the dress from her shoulders before pulling it downwards. With a bit of help from Noella it dropped to the floor revealing her stockings and red bra and panty set, her gigantic heals nearly bringing Noella to Mark's height.

"I think you need to take off your trousers and shoes Babe." she suggested.

Mark dutifully began struggling to remove his shoes and pants as quickly as possible. Eventually he was free of their encumbrance.

"Let me help you with the shirt."

She stepped up to unbutton his shirt, Mark hands once again helping themselves to a squeeze of her tight butt. Once all the buttons were free she lid it off his shoulders before kissing his nipples and tracing the gym sculptured muscles of Mark's chest with her left hand whilst she took hold of his rod with her right.

"I want to suck you tits." he said firmly.

Dutifully Noella reached behind and released her bra strap and slid her red brea over her arms. She leaned back against the car, allowing Mark to stroke and squeeze her breasts before he attached his mouth her right nipple, tweaking the other nipple with left hand. Noella swooned at the intimate attention she was receiving, her skin tingling from his touch.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 06



Mark played with her breasts like a little boy with new toys. He squeezed them. He licked them all over and of course enjoyed the taste of her erect nipples.

I'm in heaven!

"I need you to suck my dick." he commanded.

"We are getting a bit demanding aren't we?" she said with a chuckle.

"Noella!"

"Ok! Ok! Dick sucking it is!"

She moved over to sit on the edge of the driver's seat.

"Come over here big boy."

Mark took a sideways step so that he was standing in the open doorway of the car, his cock standing proudly erect at the perfect height for Noella to attach her mouth. Soon she was sucking and slurping as if it was an ice cream. Mark gently placed a hand on her head to ensure there was no sudden withdrawal of the beautiful pleasuring Noella's mouth was providing his cock. She gently grasped his balls, rhythmically squeezing them. A continuous groan of intense pleasure was now escaping from his mouth.

Cock hard! Check! Time for some ball sucking!Check!

Too Mark's dismay, she slid his rod from her mouth and held it back towards his stomach, exposing his balls. Licking the sack, she then grasped her lips over his balls, tickling them with her tongue.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed

"You like?"

"I love!"

"Good!" and she went back work for a minute or so.

"Ok. It's your turn to do the tongue work." she told him as she leaned back on the car seat, lifted her hips and slipped the red knickers down her legs, dropping them on the floor. She then splayed her legs, exposing her womanhood. She slid her finger across her clit and along its lips.

"Please Mark." she begged.

He didn't need anymore urging, he dropped to his knees. Grasped her right leg and then slid his tongue along it's length.

"Ooh!" she panted.

Mark soon reached his desired destination. He ran his tongue up the crease between her thigh and stomach before gliding over the top of her tightly trimmed bush, then he followed it downward to find her clitoris. He flickered it with his tongue before pressing it with his lips, then he gently sucked it before resuming his delicately toying with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh fuck Mark! You are an artist!"

"Thank you." he muffled as he continued his expert arousal.

My God he is wonderful He's making me so wet..

Soon a powerful wave of pleasure began within her.

"Can you please fuck me now?"

"It would be my pleasure."

Standing, he grasped the long heels of Noella's glittering shoes, easing her legs apart to give himself a perfect entrance, his cock standing proud. Then with his right hand he guided the hard cock to Noella's pleasure mound. He slid it up and down four or five times along the lips of her sex.

"Shit! For God sake! Give it to me!" she almost screamed.

Obeying Noella's request, he squeezed his cock into her womanhood, easing it in one clean motion right to the hilt of the rod causing her exhale as his large cock suddenly filled her. She braced herself against the door jam and steering wheel as Mark began to use long smooth strokes.

"Yeah Noella yeah!"

"Give it to me Mark!" she instructed him, evoking two powerful pumps from Mark, which forced her backwards, spread-eagling her off the seat into the centre of the car and separated her from Mark's large meat.

"Whoa!" she cried, surprised but not hurt.

"Sorry babe." he apologised as he reached to lift her up, she put her arms around his neck and he scooped her up effortlessly.

"I've got an idea." he said as he carried her around to the rear of the car where he set her gently down on her sparkling heels, turning her to face the boot.

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Trust me." he replied. "Now bend over and put your hands on the boot."

Obediently she bent over to put both her hands on the boot of the car, instinctively spreading her legs. She now felt his finger slide up and into her pussy.

Ooooh!

"Lick the star." he commanded.

"What?"

"Lick the three pointed star like it's my dick."

"You're a kinky shit." she laughed.

"I try." he said with false pride.

Compliantly she leant forward and traced the outline of the famous Mercedes symbol with tongue, whilst gently probed her with his forefinger.

"Are you licking it like it's my cock?"

"Just like you're cock." she replied.

"Do you want some cock now?"

"I want cock NOW." She demanded.

With that, Mark once again placed his member at the entrance to Noella's now moist pussy. She braced herself against the car as Mark held her buttocks and began to ease his tool into Noella's inviting hole with a smooth steady motion, stopping for a moment once she taken it all, before sliding it out, until only the tip remained inside her. He repeated this action until he began to develop a steady rhythm.

"Oh Mark!" she exclaimed, now flexing her knees to match Mark's rhythm.

Mmmmm. I love fucking this man.

He gradually slowed his action, changing to a more deliberate motion, pausing at the end of each stroke. Before thrusting strongly in to Noella. This brought an immediate reaction from Noella as the flash of orgasm swirled through her body.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned. "Fuck me good babe!"

"Yeah." Mark replied as he diligently worked Noella's pussy. "Let's try something else."

"Ok."

Mark stopped for a moment before leaning forward to lift Noella's right leg so it was resting on the bumper bar of the car, forcing Noella to stand more upright. He wrapped his left arm around Noella firmly grasping her right breast. Bending his knees, Mark was now able to achieve deep penetration as worked his pole in ever faster strokes.

"Oooooh my God. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she demanded as a tsunami of passion welled inside and began to sweep her away in orgasmic pleasure, her body shaking as she was overwhelmed by sexual pleasure.

"Fuck!" she cried.

Mark paused his assault and they stood their for a moment as Noella regained some composure, Mark holding her safe, he enjoyed the feel of her breast in his hand.

"You're still hard aren't you?"

"Like a rock." he confirmed.

"So I can have some more?"

"It would be my pleasure."

"I'll make sure of that."

"Put your are arm around my neck." he instructed.

She followed his instruction, allowing him to lift her gently clearly off the ground as he enveloped her with both his arms.

"Whoa! What are you doing?"

"You'll see." replied Mark as he enjoyed the magic feel of her dripping womanhood.

He them her carried to the opened the front door, then turning so that he sat sideways across the driver's seat, his back to the centre of the car and feet planted on the garage floor.

"Wow! You're clever." she cried as she sat proud, bracing herself with the top of the windscreen, his cock implanted deep within her.

Mmmmmmmmm. Lots of cock. I'm going to make him come like never before.

Leaning back to kiss him with burning desire, she used her wall muscles to firmly grip his pole before pushing on her heeled feet to ride his cock with smooth precision.

"Fuck me dead Noella!" he groaned as it was his turn to be engulfed by orgasmic pleasure.

"I prefer you alive Honey." she said as she swivelled her hips in a slow grinding motion.

"I love that."

"Good." she replied as she gripped and twisted, Mark using his hands under her buttocks to help her with her climatic motion, intense pleasure sweeping his being.

"You're gonna make me come!"

"Good!" She worked his cock harder, her speed intensifying as she began to feel a second orgasm build.

Mark was now on the edge ecstasy, he joined her work violently pumping up and down, meeting Noella's ever accelerating motion. They grunted and groaned as they worked towards mutual pleasure, a volcanic explosion of passion shaking their bodies, as orgasm swept over their bodies.

They sat there for a moment, their lungs heaving from their orgasmic efforts, his dick still firmly ensconced inside Noella. He held her firmly in a protective kind of way before she leant back for a soft sensuous kiss.

"Thank you." she said softly.

"And thank you." he replied.

She stood slowly, using the car door to steady herself on her heels.

"The car. She is christened!" she announced.

"Well and truly!" he agreed.

" Now come upstairs and I'll get you a drink."

"Sure." he replied, as they both bent to pickup their clothes that were scattered on the garage floor. Mark also collected the leather bag of goodies that was sitting on the back seat. She put out her hand to lead him the stairs to the kitchen. Once inside the house they dropped their clothes on a chair in the corner of the living room. She walked across to the kitchen, still towering in the glittering heels, the sheer stockings adorning her shapely body accentuating, an already delicious package.  

"What will be your poison?"

"Scotch on the rocks." he replied as he sat on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"You hard ass. Johnny Blue do?"

"You've got blue? Very nice."

"Of course. I stole it from someone I used to be married to!"

Mark laughed.

She removed a Waterford cut crystal tumbler from a cupboard and placed it in the ice dispenser of the massive GE fridge that stood in the corner, capturing about six blocks of ice before placing it on the bench. She reached into the liquor cabinet that adjoined the pantry and retrieved a bottle of the distilled Scottish nectar.

She splashed the golden liquid into the tumbler and pushed it across the counter.

"I've never been to a bar before where all that the waitress is wearing is stockings and high heels."

"It's a special bar." she said as reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Vintage Moet et Chandon.

"Very special I'd say." he added.

"For very special guests only." They both laughed.

She pulled another Waterford Crystal glass from the cupboard. This time a champagne flute. She expertly stripped the foil from the bottle, before removing the wire cage and squeezing the cork from the bottle, causing a gentle escape of gas. Gently she dribbled the frothing wine into the beautiful flute, being sure the bubbles didn't swell and over flow the glass. She considered wasting champagne a sin. Both their glasses now holding delicious liquid of contrasting nature, it was Noella's turn to propose a toast.

"To hot sex."

"Lots of Hot sex!" he exclaimed.

They clinked glasses and sipped their chosen beverage.

"Aah." he sighed as the sting of high proof alcohol slid across his palate. "Magnificent!"

"I'm glad you like it." she said, as the extreme dryness of the champagne was like an astringent in her mouth.

"Can I look at my goodies now?"

"Sure." he replied as grabbed the bag from the floor and slid I across the bench.

"I love surprises!" she exclaimed as she delved into the bag to discover what Mark had brought her.

The first item she she discovered was a Mercedes driving cap.

"Nice! Perfect for roof down driving!" she said as she twisted her hair up and secured it under the navy blue cap.

"Your right!" Mark agreed.

This was followed by a T-shirt, embossed wine glasses, key ring, watch and wallet, all embossed with the famous three pointed star.

"Thank you! I love the all!" she announced as she squeezed the T-shirt over her capped head. Wearing it like the skimpiest of mini-dresses, she walked around the bench to give him a tender kiss. Mark let his hands wander gently over the tightly stretched material.

"That is the hottest dress I have ever seen!" he asserted as admired every curvaceous bump highlighted by the T-shirt. "That would stir them up at the showroom!" he laughed.

"I'd get arrested!" she squealed.

"But the look on their faces would be priceless."

Nope! Not gonna happen anytime soon!

"Would you like me to make you something to eat?" she enquired, changing the subject.

"No thank you. I'm still full from lunch."

"Me too. It was a beautiful lunch. I enjoyed it so much."

"The scotch is perfect."

"Just like you."

"I'm glad you think so, but I'm not sure that is a true picture of me." he admitted candidly.

"It's my picture."

"I'm glad you have that picture of me."

She picked up her glass for a sip, nestling up against him as he sat on a stool. The conversation meandered along as they enjoyed each others company.

"Do you mind if I pop upstair for a few minutes, just to tidy up." she asked. "I'll put the TV on for you."

"That's fine."

She found the remote and turned the large panel TV on and gave him the remote and a peck on the cheek before heading upstairs. Mark flicked through the channels, feeling a bit weird about being perched on a stool naked and watching TV.

Noella made her way to her bedroom, an idea flashing in her head. She went into the walk-in robe and found what she was looking for. It was Julia's French maid outfit in a plastic wrapper from the dry cleaners. She also grabbed some stockings and the beautiful YSL heels, before heading back to the bedroom to dress. She flopped off the the gigantic sparkly heels that had proved themselves in a day of delicious lunches and and amazing sex. Taking the maid outfit from the plastic, she slipped off the T-shirt and slid the maid dress over her body, then stretched the sheer stockings that had little diamante up the back seam, over her legs. Carefully she ensured the diamante were straight before slipping on what were quickly becoming Noella's favourite shoes. Moving over to the mirror she applied a scarlet red lipstick before making a final inspection of her outfit.

Hot! Hot! Hot! Perfect!

She made her way downstairs to where she found Mark still perched on the stool watching some junky American sports show, when he noticed Noella coming into the room.

"Bonjour monsieur!"

"Hello?" Mark answered somewhat confused.

"Comment en sommes au jourd'hui?"

"What?"

"How .. How do say....how are you?" Noella stuttered in a not too tardy French accent, as she crossed the room to where Mark sat on the stool next to the kitchen bench.

"You know I'm fine?"

Je suis...... I am....Miss Noella's....de ménage.....maid"

"Oh you're Noella's maid." he repeated starting to understand Noella's ruse, as she now stood very close, her breasts, that were pushed upwards by the tight maid outfit, now close to Mark's face.

"Mademoiselle ....m'a dit.....told me...... d'être bon pour vous.....to be good to you."

"Miss Noella says you have to be good to me?"

"Oui!" answered the maid as she thrust her beautiful breasts so that they were now also touching his nose.

"How would you be good to be to me?" Mark asked as he started to join in the "play".

"Je suce....how you say..... suck...et ... ferck...you.'' said the maid, as she stretched Noella's high school French to it's limit.

"She said suck and fuck did she?" Mark could almost lick the top of breasts now.

"Oui, oui Monsieur! Suck and fuck!" confirmed the maid as she reached out to grasp Mark's stiffening cock.

"S'il vous plait commencer." Mark commanded, now demonstrating the of his school French.

"Huh?" said the maid.

"Please begin!" he clarified.

"Oh begin!" answered Noella, momentarily losing her French accent.

Mark moved obliging so that his dick was not obstructed by the granite bench as the maid lent over and tickled the top of his dick with her tongue, accelerating its hardening.

"Oui, oui oui!" he exclaimed as he took a swig of scotch from the tumbler.

The maid paused to reach over and grasp the Waterford flute of champagne. Gently she poured a dribble of the liquid over Mark's thick rod, the cold bubbles dancing over his knob.

"Shit!" he exclaimed before the maid clamped her lips over his the head of his dick, a loud flatulent like sound escaping as she sucked his cock long and hard.

"Fuck!" yelled Mark's swearing escalating with his pleasure.

"C'est bon?" she asked

"Oui! Oui! Oui! It is good!" he almost screamed before taking another sip of scotch. Now he reached behind the maid and ran his hand down across the short skirt and over her ass to find only flesh between the skirt and the stockings.

"No panties?"

"Oui, oui Monsieur.... panties..non!" Noella's French accent was now back in action.

"Fantastique!" he exclaimed as his ran his hand over the smooth flesh of her ass before finding the lips to her pussy. Gently he slipped his finger up and down, enjoy its warmth and moistness.

"Ooh fuck." Noella moaned, the pleasure of Mark's finger causing her to fall from her French accent.

"C'est bon?" he asked.

"C'est..fucking Bon!" she moaned as the pleasure of Mark's touch began to fill her body and she returned to sucking lustily on his hard penis as he found her clit, gently stimulating it with his fore finger. This forced her to pause from her delicious work and moan deeply.

"Will you lick my pussy?" she asked dreamily, all the pretensions of a French accent had now disappeared.

"It would be my pleasure."

Noella stood and slid her butt onto the kitchen counter so that she was now sitting upright on the bench.

"First I want to suck your fantastic tits." he said as he stood to face her.

"Ok. Give me your hands."

"Why?"

"Just give me your hands."

"Ok." he submitted.

He put his hands up which she then took gently in hers and placed them on the bodice of the maid costume.

"They feel lovely." he confirmed. "But I want to suck your nipples."

"Ok, pull."

"Pull?"

"Just do as your told." she told him firmly.

Not wanting to antagonise Noella further, he yanked the bodice and to his surprise there was the tearing sound of velcro separating, as the front of the dress came free in his hands, exposing Noella's round breasts completely.

"C'est bon!" he exclaimed as he helped himself with a breast in each hand, then licking the nipples with a long curved motion of is tongue.

"Mmmmm." she groaned

He then gently grasped the right nipple between his teeth before give it a delicate tug.

"Oh Mark." she sighed, as he balanced the line between pleasure and pain, as he stretched the nipple upwards.

Satisfied with his work on Noella's beautiful puppies, he gently eased her backwards allowing him to slide the little black skirt and apron upwards, giving him clear access to her magnificent womanhood. Gently he leant down and licked around the top her stockings on each leg before sliding up her thigh to his goal.

Fuck! He's being such a bloody tease!

Sliding his tongue between the lips of her sex, he enjoyed the taste of her as he probed deeply.

"Shit Mark." she sighed.

Back and forth he worked his tongue, Noella's moans of pleasure increasing with each stroke before he moved upwards to her clit where his tongue darted and danced, heightening Noella's bliss.

"You're wonderful Mark....get your ass up here." she demanded slapping the marble bench top.

Eager to please, Mark lifted his butt onto the counter.

"Now, lie down." Noella was now definitely in charge, Mark quickly obeying by arranging his muscular boy length wise along the length of the counter.

"You're such a good boy." she teased as she drew herself onto her knees before standing to her full height on the bench. Then grabbing the waist of what was remaining of the maid out, she gave it a tug, causing more velcro to give way, the last of the outfit coming off in her hands, which she then dropped to the floor. Standing tall in the monster heels and sexy stockings she stood over Mark's head facing his feet.

"Ok big boy. It's time for a bit more work." she said as she squatted so that her pussy was planted firmly over Mark's mouth. Eagerly he continued from where he had left off, pleasuring her clit.

"Ooh." she oozed, before lowering herself to her knees, stretching down the length of his body, dancing her tongue over his flesh as she went. She enjoyed the taste of his body, as she closed in on her goal. Mark's hard cock. It was standing proud and taking it by base she drew it to her mouth and greedily swallowed most of of the rock hard appendage.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 06



Steadily she worked her mouth up and down, wanting to give Mark the greatest pleasure.

"Fuck!" he cried as Noella's effort began to take him on a ride of ecstasy. "You need to slow down Ella otherwise I'm not going to last!"

"Sure babe." she replied as she held his magnificent dick in hand, relaxing to enjoy Mark's delicate tongue work, her pleasure building.

"Oh Mark." she gasped, her desire for Mark's cock inside rising. "I need to fuck you now."

"Please." he begged as she finished his titillation .

Noella drew back onto the YSL's and again drew herself to her full extended height above Mark, with one foot either side of his body, she took two shuffled steps to bring herself standing over his long shaft. Slowly she bent her knees until her the lips of her womanhood were hovering just above above Mark's pole.

"Don't tease me Noella."

"But that's what I'm best at Honey." she said sweetly as she allowed her pussy to make the barest of contact with his cock.

"For fuck's sake Noella! Just fuck me!" demanded Mark, overcome with desire.

In response to his urgent plea, Noella dipped her knees, sliding down onto Mark's meat.

"Oh yes." he exclaimed at the intense pleasure of again being inside Noella.

Leaning forward and using her knees as a fulcrum, she slid up and down Mark's cock, the length of her movement increasing with each stroke. Mark grabbed her arse in attempt to increase her tempo to forceful pumps, but she resisted, continuing her measured up and down movements, so sensual, that Mark could barley contain himself, before she stopped on the down stroke enjoying the feel of him within her.

Suddenly she stood, losing the connection between herself and Mark. She lifted her left foot from the bench, teasingly dragging the long heel over his stomach before placing her right foot on the other side, so that she was now straddling and facing Mark. Again flexing her knees she lowered herself onto Mark's rod in one deft motion, sliding down its full length.

"Shit!" he moaned.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! This dick is magnificent.

Now she worked with more urgency, groaning at the end of each stroke, as she built towards her climax. She now lowered herself onto her knees which gave her more control to get Mark's cock in the perfect spot to maximise her pleasure.. Her movements were not bounces, but strong definite movements.

"Oh babe. I love you cock."

"I love your pussy." he replied as he began to thrust upwards to meet Noella's long sliding movements, her pussy becoming increasingly wet with each stroke.

"Not too fast honey." she commanded. "Long and strong."

"Holy fuck.......don't tease me!"

"No teasing......just a nice long fuck!" she said, as she maintained long strokes, her hands planted on his shoulders.

"Oh...Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" She yelled as pleasure welled with her body.

"Harder Noella!" he demanded. "Fuck me!"

Noella returned to her feet, giving her more power and she began to pound Mark's dick, her body glistening with sweat, the result of their from the hard work.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as ecstasy filled her body.

Mark groaned as if severe pain as he was overcome in a crescendo of pleasure.

Spent, she dropped to all fours before softly kissing Mark on the lips.

"Holy cow!" she laughed. "That was amazing! Again!"

"That's because you're amazing." he said sweetly.

"It takes two to Tango babe." she asserted, before giving him a more purposeful kiss.

"I still think you're amazing."

"Thank you. Now I guess we'd better get down from here." she said as gently slid off Mark and landed on the black heals, using the bench to steady herself. Mark slid off to join here. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her to him for a deep penetrating kiss.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, causing Mark to grin.

"For food! Not sex!" she giggled.

"I am hungry now, for some reason." he said with a chuckle.

Noella busied herself rustling up some sticky BBQ chicken wings, green salad and potato salad, Mark enjoying the sight of the chef preparing food in nothing but stockings, sky high shoes and the mini- maid apron which she had re-tied around waist, which was more alluring than protective.

Soon they sitting at the counter, tucking into the delicious food, licking the sticky sauce from their fingers.

"This is delicious! You're a great cook as well as a great lover?" offered Mark as he hungrily gnawed the meat off the bones.

"Thank you. I am a girl of many talents." she quipped happily.

"Yes. Talented you are." he agreed with a wide grin across his face.

"Are you going to stay the night." she asked hopefully.

"Sorry Babe. I have an early start."

"I'm pouting," she said. "Can't I just have you for the night."

"I'm scared if I do that I won't getting any sleep!"

"And the problem is? .......You'd be happy and nicely fucked!"

"Yes indeed, I would be fucked!" he agreed with a laugh.

"You always seem to be in hurry to leave me."

"Never in a hurry, it's just the way things have turned out."

Knowing she wasn't going to win, she packed up the remnants of the meal, Mark chipping in to help. As he put his clothes on, she sat perched on a stool, her luscious legs draped over the side, as she sadly watched, admiring his toned body, as he prepared to leave.

Finally he stood from tying his shoe laces, now dressed, ready to go.

"Ok Babe. It's been an awesome day." he declared as he leant over to give her a kiss.

"It has been awesome." she agreed. "Beautiful new car, gorgeous lunch and a great fuck! What more could a girl want?"

"Her man for the night?" he asked.

"Yes.That would be nice." she admitted

"Are you going to show me to the door?"

"Of course." she replied as she slid off the stool and took him by the hand to lead him out of the kitchen to the front foyer.

As they reached the door she turned and put her arms his neck.

"One more time?" she whispered in his ear.

"You want to fuck me again?"

"Of course. If I can't have you for the night, I need to have you one more time." she said as she kissed his ear, whilst sliding a hand down his powerful chest to slide her hand up and down the zipper of his trousers, eliciting a stirring of flesh.

"You are persistent aren't you?"

"I know what I want." she confirmed, as she kissed his mouth with affection rather than lust. His response was tender and strong and they stood there for a long moment, before Noella dropped to her knees, which allowed her to undo his fly and release his now rock hard penis into her hands. She stroked it gently before giving it a gentle lick.

"Ooh!" he cried at the luxuriant feel of her moist tongue on his manly appendage.

She enjoyed the taste of him as she slid her lips over and down his swollen appendage.

Yum!

With care and diligence she dined on his hard meat, enjoying the pleasure of the moment, Mark's increasing enjoyment indicated by his deep groans and his guiding hands on her head.

Her desire increasing, she stood, holding his dick in hand, she again kissed him tenderly. With Mark's passion rising he pushed her against the door lifting her off her feet. Responding Noella wrapped her legs around his waist, as she firmed her grasp around his neck, his hands firmly clamped to her buttocks. Clumsily he tried to force his rod into her place of sex, but each time it missed its mark, being deflected with each attempt. Her desire for Mark peaking, she reached down and guided him to her.

Oh yes!

Using his strength, he raised her up and down on his pole. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her knees locked to his hips, they formed a natural fulcrum, allowing Mark to rhythmically drive his hard rod into Noella's sweet pussy, as he stood in the middle of the foyer.

"Yes Mark!" she gasped, her dripping sex giving easy and sensual movement ,their mutual pleasuring accelerating.

Mark took a step towards the infamous chair that stood in the foyer.

"Put your foot on the chair Babe." he instructed.

She looked down and grounded her black heel on the seat of the chair.

"Work with me." he asked.

Understanding Mark's intent, she pushed upward on the chair as Mark reached the bottom of each stroke, easing his workload and allowing her to glide along his cock.

"Yes Noella! Yes" he moaned.

Magic!

"I LOVE your cock!" She asserted.

"I LOVE your pussy!"

As they worked together, he enjoyed the luxuriant feel of her womanhood and she the rigidity and strength of his pole.

Suddenly he leaned her backwards, forcing her free leg slide up to rest on his shoulder, giving him great penetration.

"You're a fucking gymnast!" she grunted as his strokes reached the deepest part of her.

Oh my god! This is as much as I can take!!!

"Fuck me Noella! Fuck me!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Their cries echoing through the house, he powerfully he lifted her into the air and gently placed her on her back on the chair, before continuing a powerful display of his passion, as he guided his cock into Noella with purpose and affection. Noella gripped him around his neck with one arm, the other clamped on his butt, spurring him onto greater effort.

He made stroke after stroke until he let out a mighty wail as climax came, his body spasming as he delivered his load.

Delirious with desire, she floated with rapture, her body screaming with joy.

Soon she came back to earth, the muscular body of Mark above her, the panting of his breath matching hers, as their bodies struggled to return oxygen to their blood, after their strenuous exertion.

"My God that was incredible!" she exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his lips. "You are a great lover."

"So are you." he replied as he returned her kiss with tenderness before lifting her gently and turning to sit on the chair holding her gently in his lap as wrapped her arms around him.

"You'll call?" she asked hopefully.

"Of course." he replied.

"Well I better let go. I would hate you to get into trouble at work because of me."

"Never! You're a good customer!"

"I am!" she declared as she gave him another kiss before sliding from his lap and standing, still mostly naked, striking an impressive figure, which were highlighted by the diamanted stockings and dazzling shoes.

Mark sat there for moment admiring his beautiful lover, before also standing. Re-zipping his fly and embracing her, to kiss her passionately on the lips.

"We'll talk?" he asked.

"Yes. We'll talk."

With that he was out the door and gone.

Noella stood there for a moment, mourning the departure of her lover, but knowing his return would be soon, she headed upstairs to grab the Merceded T-shirt to cover her still almost naked body. Returning downstairs she made her way down to the garage, just to admire her brand new beast. Turning the garage light on she stood at the door and admired how beautiful the car was and remembered the beautiful sex they had had this afternoon.

Walking over to it, she stroked the beautiful red paint work. She was having trouble accepting that this awesome cars was now HERS!

Once back in the kitchen she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text before returning upstairs to her bedroom,

"Thanks for a wonderful day!"

Once upstairs she ran a hot bath before luxuriating ing the soothing water for more than an hour, enjoying the satisfied feeling that oozed through her pores, brought about by a perfect day.

Checking her phone before snuggling into bed for the night, she was disappointed that Mark hadn't quickly replied, like he had on every other occasion.

Maybe his phone has ran out of charge?

Soon she was asleep, tired and happy.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 07



Wednesday came and there was still no word from Mark. She drove to the law practice in her beautiful new car, with everybody in the practice coming out to admire it. A number of her colleagues took the opportunity to take it for a quick spin around the block. A part from this, the day was pretty ordinary. She sent off a couple of texts asking Mark if he was OK, but no answer was forthcoming, which both hurt and worried Noella, considering the wonderful time they had shared together. The day petered out to a nothing sort of day which finished with a tortuous session with her personal trainer ....... which Noella didn't enjoy very much.

Thursday was again spent at work, but her mind was stuck on why she hadn't heard from Mark.She constantly checked her mobile in the hope he would send her a message of some kind. She did send one "R U alrite?" message but didn't want intrude any further.

At about 5-20pm just as she was about to drive her beautiful red Merc down the ramp into the garage, her phone rang. Stopping at the top of the ramp, she grabbed her phone and quickly looked at the screen. It was Mark!

She waited a couple of seconds to gain some composure.

"Hi! This is Noella!"

"Hi! This is Mark!"

"You bastard! You wait two days to ring me and then take the piss out of me?" she said with a relieved laugh.

"Hi beautiful!"

"That's better! Hi gorgeous!" She suddenly felt much better.

"I'm sorry I haven't rang you. It's not what I intended, but life unexpectedly went a bit weird."

"That's OK. When are you coming around so I can suck your cock?"

There was a silent pause. Noella's heart fell.

"You don't want me to suck your cock?"

"I do....but I can't" Mark's voice was thin as it trailed off to nothing.

After a moment she composed herself.

"Is there something wrong babe? Can I help?"

"Yes there is something wrong......but no. You can't help."

Mark went onto tell Noella about his girlfriend Jennifer, who had gone to Europe for the summer, insisting she wanted to re-evaluate their relationship and she needed some "me" time. Upon her departure she had insisted that they were not tied to each other, as she had wanted to "find" herself. Mark had arrived home on Tuesday night, finding her in his house, wearing the shortest of dresses. She immediately accosted him, declaring how much she had missed him and insisted that they make love right there and then.

"She wanted to know why I could barely get an erection."

"That's because you had been nicely fucked."

"I had been nicely fucked! By a most beautiful woman."

"Thank you."

"It's my pleasure. But now she's insisting we get married." he said in a worried voice. "When she left, she complained about me constantly. No matter how intent how I was, I could do no right. Now she's all over me! I haven't had one moment to myself."

"That's Ok Mark. I understand." she replied in a supportive tone. She knew deep down, that her tryst with Mark was never going to be a long term thing. None the less, it stung to hear that a girlfriend from the past had disrupted what was a passionate and exciting liaison.

"Mark, you need to look after yourself. Marriage is serious business and is not a thing you do to please some one else. You should only do it if pleases you."

"I know. It feels like I'm being trapped into this."

"It does seem like that, so you must be true to yourself. No matter how ugly things get."

"Thank you for you support, but she is so incredibly persistent."

"Mark you are strong. I should know." she advised in a firm tone. "Now is the time to show that strength. Live the life you want, not the life Jennifer allows you to live."

"Thank you Noella.You've helped me enormously."

"You're welcome. Remember you are strong." she insisted.

"Ok. I'll stay strong."

"And you'll ring me and let me know you're OK."

"I will."

"Bye Mark."

"Bye Noella."

With that he was gone.

She drove the car down the ramp and into the garage, parking it in the usual middle spot.There she sat for a few minutes thinking about Mark and the phone call she just had.

Shit! Things were going along so nicely. New car, new man, new Noella! I know he wasn't going to be forever, but it would have been nice to enjoy him for a bit longer.

Noella climbed out of the car, gave it an affectionate pat and went upstairs. After putting down her bag she headed straight for the liquor cabinet and hunted out the Johnny Blue. Pouring herself a generous amount into one of the Waterford tumblers, with just a smidgen of ice to take some of the edge off the scotch, she took a hefty swig, shaking her head as the alcohol stung her mouth.

"Oh yeah!" she gasped as she took another a swig before walking over to the leather lounge in the family room and flopping onto the cushions, feeling just a bit bruised. She had another scotch before re-heating some left overs for dinner, which she washed down with some white wine. She took a long hot bath followed before she headed for the refuge of her bed and doonah.

Noella suffered a restless night's sleep. In the morning she felt better after a couple of cups of strong coffee, accompanied by some toast with some marmalade. She checked her phone messages, wondering if she would hear from Mark again and was surprised to find a message from Sarah. She was asking if Noella had a classy dress she could borrow for a black tie party she was going to on Saturday night. She replied back she'd bring over a few dresses that Sarah could try around five that afternoon.

The rest of the morning she indulged herself with shopping.

Nothing like a bit of retail therapy to cheer a girl up.

This resulted in her wardrobe growing again with the addition of a wicked red pencil line skirt, three shirts, a sheer black blouse and a skin tight cat suit with sequins over the bodice and sheer cut out panels that tested modesty to the limit. She wasn't sure if and to where she would ever wear the last two, but the daring of them made her want to have them. Of course the expedition wouldn't be complete without shoes and so a pair of "nude shoes", black with fawn tops and a pair of white stilettos that were covered in black polka dots were dded to her collection.

I just had to have those!

With the shopping booty loaded into the convertible, which was sporting its top up today, she headed off to Friday lunch with Suzie and Jodie. They were back at their favourite haunt "The Larder". Noella thoroughly enjoying their lunch regular get together. About three o'clock she headed home to try on her new purchases and select some things she thought would be suitable for Sarah.

At five o'clock on the dot she arrived at Damien's with five dresses and a bag full of shoes and handbags.

Sarah met her at the door with a kiss to the cheek and they chatted about how things

were. Sarah told her about the black tie 21st she was invited to go to with a young man she had recently met. His name was Lachie. Apparently it was to be at one of the large beach side mansions and "everyone" was going. Noella was excited for her daughter going to her first big bash.

They moved to the large sitting room at the front of the house ladened down with the dresses and shoes. Adjoining the sitting room was the dining room, which had a large full length wall mirror on one side which was ideal for checking out each outfit. Noella asked Sarah about Lachie, who was apparently was studying law and came from a well known family. Sarah had met him at party and they hit it off immediately.

"He's gorgeous Mum!"

"I hope I can meet him soon."

"Sure." replied Sarah.

They had been on a couple of dates to the movies and for dinner which Sarah had enjoyed immensely.

They sat on the sofa and sorted the bags of clothes. Noella had brought a spread of different outfits.

"How come your Dad didn't give you some money to buy a new dress?" Noella asked candidly as they laid out the dresses.

"I asked him." Sarah replied. "But he said he was on some sort of economy drive. He got really grumpy and so I decided to ring you, because I know you'd have something classy."

"Thank you. I hope you like one of them."

"I'm sure I will."

Noella had brought a wide and varied spread of outfits. There was a glittering Lurex mini dress. A red skin tight off the shoulder dress. A white conservative medium length with modest hemline and three quarter sleeves. A wild figure hugging leopard skin dress with thigh high hem line and cleavage revealing neckline. Last but not least was a classic medium length black dress with halter neck line, with a vertical slit that revealed a hint of cleavage and a nicely revealing back line that showed off nicely proportioned mount of flesh.

After an hour of dressing and re-dressing the black dress won out.

Sarah looked stunning with an accompanying silver sparkling sky high heels and matching clutch.

"You're gorgeous!" announced Noella as she realised that her "little girl" was now a stunning young woman.

"Thanks Mum!" she said as she kissed her Mum on the cheek. "It looks fantastic."

"I'll give you some money to get your hair done tomorrow so you look just right."

"Great. I'm hope Lachie will be impressed."

"I'm sure he will be."

At that moment Damien walked in from the family room, having come up from the garage after parking his car.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a terse manner.

"I'm here helping our daughter get ready for an important party tomorrow night as you wouldn't give her money for a dress."

"She's got lots of dresses." he thundered back. "Why didn't you give her money?"

"I frequently buy her clothes. Anyway I pay you $2000 every week to do that."

Damien ignored her explanation.

"You're not making her look like a slut like hear you've been looking recently!"

"Dad!" screamed Sarah in her Mum's defence.

"It's OK Sarah. I think you should leave us for a moment." Sarahanie obeyed her mother's suggestion, heading to her room almost in tears.

"My friend Miles from the Mercedes dealership tell's me you've just bought a $200,000 E500, which I'm guessing is that red thing out the front."

"You're not the only one who can have an expensive car!" Sprayed Noella as her anger sky rocketed.

"But I earn it."

"Is that what you call screwing me over for a million dollars, you cheating bastard!"

"Well I'm not the one screwing a car salesman."

"You're mate Miles should keep his mouth to himself! At least the people I screw are adults unlike you!"

"What are you saying?"

"That new girlfriend of yours is barely out of high school!"

"Who told you that you bitch!"

"I have my sources! Now my mind your own fucking business and look after the kids properly or I'll see you in court."

Damien was stunned at Noella's venom, as he always held the upper hand when they were married. She picked up the clothes and shoes that Sarah didn't need and walked to the family room to get her bag. She called out to Sarah who came down from her bedroom.

"Take care Sarah. Have a great night tomorrow night. Give me a call and let me know how it goes."

"I will."

They walked to the front door and with a kiss Sarah let her out.

Noella sat in the refuge of the car for a couple minutes, her pulse racing, her body filled with anger. Soon she found some composure and dropped the roof on the car as it was still mild and she needed the fresh air around her. She cranked Alanis Morisette's "You Ought Know" on the stereo and glided the car into the street. She yelled the lyrics at the top of her voice. The stress started to seep from her body as she took the long way home along the beach road, a drive she always enjoyed.

Once home, the scotch took another battering as she drank a couple of tumblers, whilst cooking herself mushroom risotto for dinner. It was always one of her favourites. As she cooked, she reflected on what a prick Damien was being. She was thankful that she was now free of his bastardry and was now able to live a life of her own choosing.

Saturday brought a lie in before going to watch Emily play basketball. Thankfully her son Marcus had driven Emily to the basketball stadium, sparing her another confrontation with Damien. She and Marcus had a lovely chat on the sidelines as Emily's team cruised to a 39 to 16 win. Emily was the star of the match, knocking in an easy 14 points. After the match Noella agreed to swap cars with Marcus so that he could have a drive of the new Merc. At first she felt a little nervous, but as she followed him, she could see how carefully he was driving the red machine. They drove to a popular local cafe for celebratory pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice for the kids and bircher muesli and a super strong latte for herself. This made up for the breakfast she had skipped to ensure she made game time. The conversation was bright and fun, interlaced with lots of laughter.

"Mum. That car is awesome!"

"It is beautiful."

"Do you know how many babes I could pick up with a car like that?"

"I'm sure you don't need a fancy car to meet nice girls. But if there is a special girl and a special date. Let me know and you can have a lend. But no drinking!"

"That would be awesome! Of course i wouldn't drink."

After a most pleasant brunch, she kissed the kids goodbye and headed for home, roof down, stereo up!

She spent the afternoon getting ready for her turn to entertain her neighbours the next day. A trip to her favourite bakery for some mini-quiches, cakes and macaroons, was followed by a visit to the florist for some beautiful flowers to brighten up the house. Earlier in the week she had texted each of the women to tell them they had to bring photos of themselves when they were children or teenagers. Dutifully she spent some time searching her photo albums for some embarrassing examples of her own. She hoped that looking each others photos, would be a fun focal point for the afternoon. A treasure trove of sexy clothes and lingerie it wasn't, but she was hoping it would be fun.

Her chores for the soiree' complete, she decided she needed to fix something that she had been feeling guilty about for a couple of weeks. She went up stairs and slipped on a smart black and white patterned dress which she teamed with her new polka dot shoes. She grabbed the maid outfit and YSL heels from the chair in her bedroom, where she had dumped them and made her way downstairs and headed out to Julia's at No. 1. She rang the doorbell, which was soon answered by Julia, who was looking spectacular in a flaming red dress, which featured a plunging neckline and tightly fit waist, highlighting her figure to the max. Her legs were sheathed in sheer silk stockings that lead down to sparkling red monster high heels, that brought Dorothy's Wizard of Oz shoes to Noella's mind.

"Hi darling!" greeted Julia.

"Hi Julia. I've been feeling guilty for weeks about not bringing these back, so I thought I'd duck over quickly to drop them in." she explained as she held up the maid outfit and shoes.

"It's not a problem Ella, but do come in and I'll make you a coffee."

"That would be wonderful." she replied as she followed Julia inside.

"I must say you are looking spectacular for a Saturday afternoon."

"Thank you. I don't normally dress like this for a Saturday afternoon, but my friend Justin? is coming over."

"Well I won't stay long."

"It's OK. Justin's not due for a while.

Julia guided Noella into the family room/kitchen where she made Noella a strong and fragrant latte whilst making a strong cappuccino for herself. They moved to the sitting room where they sat next to each on a long sofa.

'I'm sorry for taking so long for returning the outfit and shoes ." Noella began as the they sat in the room, where a month ago, they had so much fun in their somewhat wild outfits.

"I wouldn't be concerned Noella. you're actually the first to do so."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I still feel guilty because I've worn the YSL shoes a couple of times and enjoyed them so much!"

"Well why don't keep them for a while longer and when you're ready you can bring them back."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. As you know I've got lots of shoes and if they're are giving you pleasure, then that's great."

"Why thank you. That is so generous."

"Ir's my pleasure. I must say I notice you've got a new car."

"Yes. A new Mercedes."

"I saw. It's beautiful!"

"Thank you. I do love it."

"I'm sure yo do!'

They continued to chat and sip their coffee when suddenly the door bell rang.

"That must be Justin. He's early. Just wait here for a moment and I'll let him in."

Shortly Julia escorted a tall but not towering man in his mid forties into the room. He was wearing D & G jeans with a long sleeve violet shirt draped over them. His feet were adorned by Black Converse sneakers without socks. Noella was struck by his restrained good looks and air of easy confidence with which he carried himself. He was of medium build, his body looking strong and firm from regular exercise. As they walked in, he had his left arm around Julia's waist, a slur of of her bright red lipstick on his mouth indicating a firm kiss of welcome at the door. In his right hand he carried two large shopping bags.

"This is Justin." announced Julia. "Justin this is my neighbour Noella.

"Hi Noella. It's nice to meet to you."

"Nice to meet you too." replied Noella standing to greet him.

"Would you like a drink honey?" asked Julia.

"Sure. You know what i like."

"You know I do." she answered in a teasing way.

Noella smiled at the innuendo, which she thought showed a good feeling for each other.

"Justin is going to a have a double JD on the rocks. Would you like something a bit stronger than coffee?

"That would be lovely."

"Some wine?"

"Sure. I'm having champagne or would you like red or white?"

"Champagne would be great."

"Champagne it is!"

Soon they were sitting on the long couch in the sitting room, their drinks in hand. Julia and Justin nestled up against each other at one end and Noella snuggled into a pile of cushions at the other. Noella enjoyed the dance of the champagne spritz on her tongue whilst Julia and Justin clinked glasses before taking a sip.

"How was New York?" asked Julia.

"It was great! I managed to seal a big deal with a huge IT supplier which will double our penetration in the market place."

"What is that you do?" Inquired Noella.

"My company has developed software that integrates a company's on line network, which improves their market presence and their manageability.

"It's all Greek to me." admitted Julia.

"Yes I'll take your word for it Justin." laughed Noella, non the wiser.

"Take my word for it, the type of networking we do is big business."

"I'm sure it is." agreed Noella.

"So you only had time to for business?" asked Julia.

"No." he laughed. "I saw the Knicks at Madison Square Garden and had a couple of lovely dinners with some business associates."

"Sounds nice. Anything else?"

"I did a little shopping."

"Really? Anything for moire?"

"You know I always buy a little something for my beautiful lady."

"Lucky me!" Julia oozed. "So the bags are for me?"

"You know they are." he said as he lifted the first shopping bag from the floor, giving it to Julia who eagerly looked inside to see what Justin had bought her.

"Oh Justin!" she cried as though she had never been through this ritual before, as she pulled a sheer crimson red lace bustier with suspenders, matching panties and red stockings from the bag. Holding the bustier to her front she proclaimed, "I love it!'

Delving again into the bag, Julia pulled out a second outfit. This time it was a black bra and pantie set with ornate white filigree embroidery on the front. There was also a matching black suspender belt and white sheer stockings.




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Ooh! They're beautiful.' she exclaimed as she leaned over and gave him firm kiss on the lips. "Thank you. You're always so generous."

"You know I love buying things for you. Do you want to see what's in the other bag?"

"Of course!" she exclaimed as she gave him another kiss on the lips.

Justin leaned down and picked up the remaining bag and passed it to Julia. She plunged her hand into the bag like it was a lucky dip.

"Shoes!" she declared and she pulled out two pairs of shoes. The first a beautiful pair of classic red stilettos that perfectly matched the bustier. The remaining pair were tall Christian Louboutin shoes with menacing black studs allover them.

"They are wicked." Julia announced as she examined the black studded shoes.

"Wow." said Noella. "They are different! I'll have to try them!"

:"Where did you find them?"

"A little place in Manhattan."

Enthusiastically Julia stood and kicked off her shoes and slipped on the mean looking studded heels before going a quick tour of the room.

"They are fantastic Justin." she cried as she made her way back to the lounge to give him yet another firm kiss on the lips. "Thank you. You always spoil me!"

"I try!"

"Would your like a try?" Julia asked Noella

"Of course!"

Soon Noella was navigating the sitting room in the sassiest shoe either of them had ever seen.

"I think I should try the bustier and the other shoes? What do you think babe."

"You know those things always do it for me."

With that she grabbed the red set of lingerie and shoes and dumped them on the lounge and turned her back to Justin.

"Can you undo me" she asked.

Noella was shocked that Julia was going to change right here in front of them, although they did all get changed together in the sex-robe a month a go.

"Maybe I should go and leave you two to it?" she said hesitantly.

"Why don't you try the the other outfit on." suggested Julia.

Noella was stunned.

Holy fuck! What do I do?

"I don't know. I think it would be better if I leave."

"Go on it will be fun. I remember that you liked dressing up that afternoon a month ago."

"Yeah. I did. But that was a bit different. That was just the girls."

"Don't worry about Justin. He doesn't bite. Come on. It will be fun!"

"Well....."

"Go on." encouraged Julia.

"Well....ok." she agreed hesitantly.

What am I getting myself in for here?"

Julia enthusiastically removed her clothes and began putting on the bustier whilst Justin sat that there enjoying the impromptu show, a wide smile on his face.

Noella tentatively picked up the black lingerie and found a spot in the corner of the room, behind the lounge, out of Justin's line of sight and began undressing, totally unsure about what she was doing.

The filigree embroidered bra and panties fitted beautifully and as she stretched the white stockings over her legs, she felt the sexiness this outfit exuded. Once she had fastened the stockings to the suspender belt and slipped on the super sassy studded shoes, she felt some confidence in the way she looked and the situation in which she found herself.

Cutting a striking figure she strode back to the lounge where Julia was a vision of opulence and sensuality in the red bustier. The sheer skin tone stockings ran down to the perfectly matched heels, accentuating the length of her fine legs.

Julia was facing Justin as he sat on the lounge, her right foot resting on the edge of the couch between his legs, the tip of the shoe just barely touching his crotch. Justin leaned forward and slid his hand up Julia's stockinged leg to the top band.

"You're looking so hot!" admired Justin.

"Mmm. Why thank you." she cooed, turning to see Noella sway across the room. "Well look at you!"

"Wow Noella! You look awesome." agreed Justin.

"Thank you. I love this outfit. You bought well Justin."

"Of course!" he laughed as he again stroked Julia's thigh. She touched his wandering hand to show her approval.

Reaching the front of the lounge, Noella did a little catwalk twirl before bending over and wiggling who arse in the direction of the other two.

"Oh Noella! Come here and let me kiss your arse." suggested Justin.

"Your wish is my command."she murmured, as she tantalisingly swung her hips, sashaying seductively until she was standing to the side of Julia, who still had Justin's hand firmly attached to her thigh. She performed another twirl so that her back was facing Justin. Slowly she bent over and took baby steps backwards so her butt was almost in his face. He leant forward and put his puckered lips on her arse, applying a loud smacking kiss on her arse cheek.

"You can kiss my arse any day!" she announced. They all laughed.

"Can I have more than a kiss of your delicious arse?" he asked cheekily.

"Well that depends on whether Julia thinks you've been a good boy and will let you have a little taste."

"I think he's been a very good boy, don't you."

"Yes. Beautiful gifts always win top marks!" agreed Noella as she turned to face Justin and slowly lifted her foot and placed it on the outside of Justin's thigh.

What the fuck am I doing?!

Justin eyed the presented leg, then he leant down to guide Noella's foot up towards his mouth with his hand, causing Noella to steady herself on the arm of the lounge.

"Can I lick it?" he asked.

"Julia said you could have a taste."

He then gently slid his tongue over the studs on the top of the shoe.

"Mmm." he groaned before flicking at the studs as he would a clitoris.

"You're a naughty boy." Noella scolded as his tongue continued it's dance. Satisfied with his tongue work, he placed Noella's studded shoe back on the lounge, then slid his hand up the opaque white stockings until he had each of the women's thigh in hand.

"You certainly have great touch." observed Noella.

"He does." agreed Julia.

Then stunning Noella completely, Julia leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

My God she kissed me!

"Doesn't taste like cherry chap stick, does it?"

"No. I believe your right." agreeing still in a state of shock. "I better have another one so I can work out what flavour it is."

Not needing any prompting, Julia again tilted over to one side and re-applied her lips to Noella's. With the element of surprise gone, Noella kissed her back enjoying the sensuousness of Julia's lips. They continued for a moment until Julia delicately slid her tongue into Noella's mouth, which she absorbed immediately with a gentle sucking action.

As the women entwined each others tongues, Justin moved his hands from their thighs to front of their panties, then slid his hands along the material between their legs.

A woman's tongue in my mouth and her lover's hand on my pussy! Fuck! What am I doing?!!!

But all she could do was groan at the beautiful sensations she was experiencing from the dual assault on her body.

"Why don't you kiss Justin?" Julia suggested.

Always wondered what a threesome would be like. Looks like I'm going to find out.

Placing her raised foot back on the floor, she knelt onto the couch and angled over to place her lips on Justin's eager mouth. His hand now released from her thigh found her full breasts, caressing the embroidered material of her bra.

The kiss was strong but welcoming. Eager but not aggressive and in total contrast to the soft and delicate kiss from Julia. She enjoyed the strength of his hand on her tit as she strongly responded to Justin's kiss.

As Noella kissed Justin, Julia moved from her standing position to kneel over Justin's fly. With a swift action, she slid the zipper down before wrestling to undo his belt giving her clear access to the bulge in his underpants. His swollen member was soon free of any constraints. His cock now in her hand, she gave it an assured stoke before taking it her mouth, expertly sucking it as she slid up and down it.

He released himself from Noella's delicious kiss.

"You are magnificent honey!" he cried as Julia's tongue did its magic on his cock.

"Can I kiss your tit?" he asked Noella.

"Well you have been a good boy. I think I can you let you my tit. But you better do a good job."

She reached behind herself and released the bra clasp and allowed the black and white bra to slide down her arms and fall to the floor.

"Mmm. Magic!" he declared as he grasped her left breast and licked her nipple with a swipe of his tongue before fully attaching his mouth and giving it a solid suck.

"Ooo. I think that's a pass." she sighed as her nipple responded by becoming hard and rigid. Justin worked his way over to the other nipple giving it similar treatment before alternating back and forth, sucking at each nipple.

"Nice." moaned Noella. "you're very enthusiastic."

"Enthusiastic he his." agreed Julia as she took a break from pleasuring is now very rigid pole. "Would you like to share this beautiful cock?" she asked Noella as she ran her hand up and down its full length.

"Yes. I think I would." she said as she freed herself from Justin's avid suckling to kneel down next Julia, who took one last suck of Justin's cock before leaning over to give a firm and passionate kiss on Noella's lips. Their tongues dancing together, Noella enjoying the shear physical pleasure of a passionate connection with another woman.

Releasing herself from her kiss with Julia, she grasped Justin's good size cock and twirled its tip with her tongue.

"You're a fucking tease aren't you Noella?" he accused her.

"I can be." she said sweetly, as she took the head in her lips, slowly rising and falling over the tip.

"For fuck sake Noella!"

"Don't you like it Justin?"

"Of course I fucking like it! Can you suck it please!!!!!"

"You want me to suck all of your dick?"

"Please suck it!" he pleaded.

Holding her lips tantalisingly above his cock for a couple of seconds, which seemed like an eternity to Justin, she slid the whole his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he cried.

She slowly withdrew her mouth before again diving over the whole cock.

"Christ!" yelled Justin. " You are fucking awesome!"

She again drew her mouth up the length of his cock.

"Thank you." she replied

"For God sake don't stop!"

Obediently she began to work his cock diligently in swift up and down movements. Whilst Noella continued to send Justin into wild euphoria, Julia had slipped her panties off and was now leaning over Justin and sliding her bustier down to reveal her shapely bosom.

'I love your tits." he announced as he hungrily gnawed on her nipples.

"Someones a hungry boy." she observed.

"That's because you are hot and magnificent."

"I'm glad you think so. I have no panties on. Will touch me?"

"You know I will." he replied, straining to respond to Julia, as Noella continued to arouse his cock to its maximum rigidity, which distracted him majorly.

He reached between Julia's legs finding her moist sex and slid his finger along her lips before finding her clit, which he gently rubbed with his pointer finger.

"Fuck!" It was Julia's turn to swear. He then dipped his finger into her wetness, which elicited another "fuck" from Julia. Noting that she was the only one who was not being pleasured, Noella relinquished Justin's cock from her mouth, much to his dismay and stood to remove her panties.

The moaning Julia leaned back a little and took over from Noella by gently stroking the hard pole with her hand whilst now enjoying the stimulation of two of Justin's fingers in her pussy. Noella joined Julia kneeling on the couch, offering her full breast for Justin's eager consumption and he responded by searching out her womanhood

"Oh yes.!" she sighed as he skilfully caressed her clit.

"Shit Justin. That's good!"

I never believed I would ever do something like. Is it wrong? It certainly feels incredible!

Justin was now stimulating both women while Julia ensured he maintained a fantastic erection with her masterful hand work. For a couple of minutes they continued their mutual arousal before Julia stood and walked around behind Noella.

"Suck his cock." she instructed. Noella moved to kneel along the length of the couch, prior to delicately sliding Justin's pole back into her mouth. Now standing behind Noella, Julia gently place her hands on Noella's buttocks to gently position them a little outwards. She then knelt on the floor to allow her to slide her tongue between Noella's thigh. She dipped her tongue into Noella's wet honey pot, sliding her tongue in as deep as she could manage. The reaction was instantaneous.

"Oh fuck." Noella moaned.

So that's what a woman feels like?

Julia used her hands to spread Noella's legs a little, giving her better access to Noella's clit, which she began working expertly with her tongue, as she slipped her forefinger between the moist lips.

Oh my God!

Noella let Justin's rod slip from her lips as she became distracted by Julia's artful work.

"I think you should sit on his cock." advised Julia as she paused briefly.

Noella hesitated for a moment.

Foreplay is one thing.......screwing a friend's man.....

Julia sensed her hesitation.

"Go on Noella. Justin is a wonderful lover."

"You don't mind?"

"I'm happy to share."

Still not a hundred percent convinced, she moved along the couch on her knees until she was in a position to swing one leg over Justin's thighs so that she was poised tantalisingly over his erect pole. Justin took the opportunity to reacquaint himself with her fulsome breasts as he titillated her nipples with his darting tongue. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Julia had again rested one of her red heels on the lounge and appeared to have a long dildo in her hand and had started to pleasure herself with the long rubber dick.

Noella reached back between her legs and grasped the thick rod and slid it along the mouth of dripping sex.

"Are teasing me again?" He asked as the urge to be inside her soared.

"Remember you're a big man."

She worked his cock inside.

"Shit Justin."

Inch by inch she took him within her until he was firmly embedded inside her.

Nice cock!

She squeezed him with her muscles before gently moving upwards, her body filling with pleasure.

"Fuck me Noella. Fuck me!"

"Yes!" she cried as she pushed down hard on the rod.

"Fuck!" he wailed as Noella firmly worked his cock with strong assertive movements

"Ooh!" she moaned as she gave him a number of strokes, before stopping dead on a upward stroke, the tip of his rod just resting between her soaked lips.

"Holy fuck Noella!"

She paused for a few seconds before sliding easily down the pole, her movements now long and languid. Swivelling her hips, she the rode the cock like a greasy pole, the seeds of orgasm tingling her skin.

"Shit!" she cried. "I think you better have a go." she told Julia who was busily manipulating the large dildo across the lips of her pussy and clitoris.

"I'm ready." she said as she held up the dildo which was glistening with her juices. As she came across to Justin, she reached down the side of the couch and retrieved a large black dildo.

"You might like to use this."

"Thank you, but I want him back." Noella confirmed.

Julia handed the dildo to Noella as she vacated Justin's cock, which also glistened with Noella's wetness.

"I'll keep him hard."

Standing with her back to Justin, Julia placed one foot on the couch and planted the other foot firmly on the floor as she hovered over the big dig. Slowly she eased herself on, gasping a little, as Justin's size filled her. She took him in one easy motion, then leant back and twisted her head so that her lips locked with his. Justin planted his hands on her breasts ahead of grasping her nipples between his fore finger and thumb, which he then stretched gently, making them fully erect.

Slowly she lifted herself up and down, caressing the pole with pussy. Gently building a rhythm.

Noella lay back on the lounge and enjoyed rubbing herself with the black shaft before squeezing it inside her. She gently pleasured herself, keeping herself on the edge of orgasm.

Julia's motion began to quicken, her breathing deepening and face contorting as she built to her climax. Her thighs slapped against Justin's who met each stroke with a thrust.

"Yeeessssssssssssss!" she screamed as she was overcome with pleasure, her body shaking in ecstasy.

After a few seconds she composed herself a little and lifted herself from Justin's pleasure machine. Justin also stood. Noella paused from her personal entertainment and rolled over so that she was bending over the couch.

"Fuck me here." she demanded.

Cock in hand Justing stepped toward her and took position behind her.

"Wait a minute." commanded Julia. "I want to be involved in this fun." She lay back on the couch and slid across in front of Noella and lifted her feet by her ankles so that her Brazilianed pussy was fully presented to Noella.

"Lick me honey."

Tentatively Noella dipped her tongue towards Julia's mound whilst Justin manoeuvred his hard rod into her pussy. She gasped as it reached its full depth.

"Oh Justin." She sighed before searching out Julia's clit with her tongue. With passion she licked and sucked Julia's pussy, concentrating hard to maintain rhythm as Justin pounded away from behind.

OMG! I'm licking her pussy!.......................She tastes amazing!

Soon she couldn't maintain contact with Julia's mound, as Justin enthusiastically maintained his pumping rhythm. Taking the dildo Julia had left on the couch she and entered Julia's pussy with the long rod. She now easily maintained an in out rhythm with the rubber rod to match Justin's pumping of her pussy.

Julia moaned as the plastic dick heightened her pleasure, orgasm swirling through her body.

Justin had firm hold of Noella's buttocks as he made long hard strokes causing Noella to fall over the edge of orgasm, causing ecstasy to surge over her body.

"Fuck me!" she cried as her orgasm swept her away.

"Ooooooh!" Julia moaned as she hit another crescendo.

"Yeeessssssssssssss!' Justin yelled as he he withdrew his cock from Noella's moistness. He took a step to the side so that he was standing over Julia.

"Aagghhh!!!" he cried as his cum streamed in a long spurt over Julia's luscious tits.

"Oh baby!" she cried before she leant up to suck the last bit of fluid from his cock.

They all collapsed on the sofa their lungs heaving to recover oxygen after their physical and orgasmic experience.

"I thought they only blew on tits in porn movies. I didn't think anybody actually did it." observed Noella.

"Justin thinks he's a porn actor." laughed Julia as she massaged his cum into her breasts.

"I could be!" chuckled Justin.

"I find it good for my skin." she said facetiously as she dipped one her fingers into the sticky liquid before gently sucking it.

"Would you excuse me while I clean myself a little." she asked as she stood and delivered a firm kiss on Justin's lips, before disappearing into a downstairs bathroom.

Justin leaned over to Noella and gently kissed her lips.

"You are an incredible lady Noella." he confided.

"Thank you. You are wonderful too." she said, still feeling self-conscious about just having made love to a friend and her lover.

"You two seem to have a great relationship."

"The best! She is an amazing woman and we have a wonderful time together."

"What lies is telling you about me?" asked Julia as she returned to the room.

"He's only say wonderful things about you."

"That's lucky." giggled Julia. "Would you like a drink?"

"No thank you. I think it's a good time for me to leave."

"You don't want seconds?" asked Julia.




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"Main course was more than enough!"

"Are you sure we can't interest you a little more fun?" Justin chimed in.

"I'm sure. This is a night I will never forget."

"Nor will we!" agreed Julia. "I'll get you a coat to walk home in. Will you will be alright walking by yourself,or would you like Justin to go with you?"

"I'll be fine walking by myself. It's only next door."

Julia went to the wardrobe in the foyer and quickly returned with a thick overcoat.

"Put this on." she advised as Noella stood. "It will let you get home quickly."

"That's great. I really appreciate it." she said as she allowed Julia to help her slide the coat over body, which was naked except for the stockings, suspenders and studded heels.

"Thank you Noella. You are a beautiful woman." confided Julia before sensuously kissing her on the lips.

Justin also stood and took his turn to passionately kiss her on the lips.

"I hope we can do this again."

Not sure there will be another time. Amazing! But not sure.

"We'll see."

With that they walked her to the door. The kissing was repeated and then Noella disappeared out the door to take the short walk to her house, still shaking her head in disbelief about what had just taken place.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 08



This chapter as a bit of a bastard child, kicking screaming as it was brought into existence. I hope you find it OK.

Gray

Noella woke Sunday morning wondering if it had all been a dream. When she saw the black and white lingerie and "nasty" black studded heels lying on the floor, she knew that the amazing threesome had been a reality.

OMG! what have I done!............but fuck it was amazing!.......... Tick threesome off the bucket list!

She laughed to herself but she was gripped by a strange mixture of guilt and euphoria.

Can I face Julia today?

With all her neighbours coming over for afternoon tea today, she knew she would have to face Julia and wondered what her reaction would be.

She contemplated the previous night over her standard Sunday morning breakfast of scrambled eggs with smoked salmon on sour dough toast, accompanied by a monster latte.

She then got her thoughts together about what she needed to do before everybody arrived at three o'clock.

Once she was showered and dressed in her sloppy house cleaning tracksuit, she attacked the house with vacuum and duster, ensuring everything was perfect for everybody to arrive. Over a lunch of fresh fruit she thought of Sarah.

I hope she had a wonderful night.

She decided to send her a text message.

"How was the party?"

A couple of minutes later a reply from Sarah appeared on her phone.

"Had a gr8t nite. every 1 said i looked beautiful. Lachie was very impressed!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :)"

Noella replied.

"That's wonderful! Luv U. Mum."

Feeling happy that Sarah had had a good time, she cleaned up her lunch dishes before organising the food for the afternoon and making sure there was plenty of cold champagne in the fridge and there were glasses ready to go. About two o'clock she headed upstairs to get ready. The new red knee length pencil line skirt, teamed with one of her new blouses, a Parisienne looking number with a scooped neckline framed by a little ruffle, were given the nod for today. She hunted out a pair of trusty red stilettos from the wardrobe and was pleased with the look. The blouse revealed nice cleavage, the skirt emphasised her slim figure, the slit in the back of the skirt highlighted her legs and the red heels set everything off nicely. She examined herself in the mirror after applying her makeup.

Yep. Feeling good! Looking hot!

By two forty five she was downstairs ready for everybody to arrive. Nervously she checked the house for every detail before checking the food was all set to go. As she surveyed the house for anything that was out of place, she noticed that there was a message on her phone. She'd been so busy she had missed it. She picked up her phone and opened the message. It was from Mark! She hurriedly read the message.

"Hi Noella. In real trouble. Jennifer out of control. Can't break free! She keeps threatening to kill herself if I leave. Don't know what to do! Help!!!! Mark.

Shit! This has to happen now!

She quickly sent a message back.

"Be strong. I'll work something out. What's your address. Will help soon."

She didn't have any idea what she would do, but if she at least had his address, she could go and make sure he was alright.

What a bitch that woman is!

She took a deep breath to calm herself ready for her guests when the doorbell rang. Noella checked herself in the mirror in foyer before opening the door to find Julia standing on the doorstep, looking resplendent in a flaming fuchsia pink outfit.

"Hi beautiful." she called.

"Hi Julia."

"I thought I'd come just a couple of minutes early to give you this." she said holding up a black shopping bag as she entered. "They're your clothes from last night. I thought it might be better if the others didn't see me returning clothes. We don't want any difficult questions, do we?"

"Thank you. That's very thoughtful. I'll just put them here in the hall closet for now." replied Noella as they kissed each other on the cheek as Julia entered the foyer.

"I've got a bag for you too, with those lovely things from Justin. I'll try and give it to you discreetly later."

"That's great. And look at you. Looking hot again! You make me want to make love to you again!"

"Julia!" she scolded.

"Don't worry the others aren't here yet and I promise I'll behave." she replied cheekily

"Thank you. I would appreciate that." She escorted Julia into the kitchen/ family room and was just about to pour some champagne when the doorbell rang again. Noella went to answer the door. It was Prue.

"Hi Prue!" greeted Noella, as she opened the door.

"Hi Noella." replied Prue, who had a shopping bag in one hand and a wine carry in the other. They pecked each other with a greeting kiss.

"You know the wine wasn't necessary."

"I know, but I wanted to."

"Well thank you. Come this way. Julia's in the kitchen."

"My goodness Prue! You look stunning!" exclaimed Julia as they entered the kitchen.

"You do look beautiful." agreed Noella.

Prue placed the bag on the floor.

"Thank you. This bag is for you Julia." she said before giving them a twirl to show them the beautiful white figure hugging dress with fine black detail, which matched the sexy black suede pumps she was wearing.

Noella just managed to finish pouring the ladies champagne when the doorbell rang again.

This time it was Jeanette and Steph, also carrying bags. It was kisses and champagne all round when they made it to the kitchen.

Steph was wearing the shortest of red dresses, that barely stretched over her butt and boobs, three of the five buttons on the front remaining undone to reveal a red lace bra. Tall red strappy sandals completed the sexy look.

Jeanette towered over everybody in black sequinned platform heels which matched a medium length skirt with shoe string straps and a bulging bodice that was struggling to restrain her fulsome chest.

Bubbling champagne in hand, they made their way to the sitting room in the front of the house. The room filled with chatter and laughter as they sipped their champagne and helped themselves to the beautiful food that Noella had served.

After about half an hour Noella called the ladies to order and they all retrieved their photos from their bags. It appeared that had all taken the opportunity to bring the outfits that had worn at the last gathering to return to Julia.

They sat on the couch and sofa chairs.

"I'll go first." she said, as she collected her photos from a book shelf against the wall.

The laughter soon reached a crescendo, as in turn, they each revealed their baby and teenage photos. The photos were a litany of baby and toddler nakedness, kids smeared with all manner of substance, weird haircuts, hilarious school photos with ugly uniforms, first dates, outrageous perms, cutting edge hair colourings and some really "special" retro fashions. They all laughed so hard there was tears coming from their eyes.

Eventually calmness overcame mayhem.

Soon it quietened, their mouths full with Noella's delicious food and sipping champagne. In the quiet Prue unusually piped up.

"I brought my Tarot cards if anyone is interested in having a reading."

Of course they all wanted a reading with Julia going first. The cards indicated she was in a good place at this moment. She was prosperous, but she needed be careful of her ex-husband in the future. Her love life was strong but she would be compelled to a make a choice between a casual and permanent relationship in the future.

"Hmmm. Interesting" said Julia as she contemplated her reading.

Steph was next and the cards indicated that she would continue to experience success, with exciting possibilities in the future, including travel. They also showed that she would have to put down roots if wanted to experience lasting happiness and true love. She was pleased with the reading.

Next Noella took her turn to kneel at the coffee table where Prue was laying the cards.

"Wow said Prue, There's lots of stuff happening here!"

Prue went onto describe a maelstrom of activity in her life. The cards showed she had just had a whirlwind encounter with a strong young man and there was another relationship which seemed quite different, but Prue couldn't explain why, but it may cause confusion for Noella. She went onto describe a time of adventure and discovery.

"How does that sound?" asked Prue.

"So close to the truth its scary." she answered.

"There is also some conflict with someone who has been a major part of your life."

"That would be my ex-husband."

"Yes that sounds likely."

My God it's so true it's scary. I hope no one asks me about those relationships!

"It is a bit of a mixed bag." concluded Prue.

"Yes it is." laughed Noella a little nervously. "But thank you. You've been great."

Prue continued on to do a reading for Jeanette which revealed an exciting life where continued hard work would pay off, but true love and might be hard to find.

"I've never looked for true love." said Jeanette. "Just hot sex!"

They all laughed.

"Now that Jeanette has brought up hot sex. I have to tell you something." confided Prue.

"What's that Honey."

"You know when we all got dressed up last time."

"Of course! We all had great fun, but if I remember you were a little hesitant to start with."

"You're right, but by the end I had a great time."

"We certainly did!" agreed Jeanette.

"Well I have to say I'm glad you encouraged me and I felt very sexy. Even wearing the outfit home was fun."

"It was our pleasure." confirmed Julia.

"I have been going out with this very nice man, Mitch, who is ten years younger than me." Prue began, feeling very self conscious."I really like him, but he seemed very reserved and polite and I was wondering whether he was really attracted to me."

"So what happened?" asked Julia, the others all listening intently.

"Well a couple of weeks ago I had him over for dinner. It was all going nicely, but it seemed like he was just going through the paces making polite converstion, so I decided to find out once and for all whether he really wanted me. So after dinner." Prue continued. "I excused myself for a few moments and went upstairs and became Nurse Prue."

"Go girl!" exclaimed Noella.

"Yeah! Go Prue!" said Steph joining in.

Prue continued hesitantly, not used to revealing intimate details about herself to other people.

"So when I went downstairs I was feeling a bit awkward, but I thought I was looking hot."

"So what happened?" asked Jeanette.

"He was shocked when I came down stairs. The nurse costume doesn't cover very much!"

Prue's brought some chuckles from the other ladies.

"I told him that nurse needed to take give him a physical to ensure that was in good physical shape."

"You didn't?" asked Noella.

"I did." she replied.

"So what happened?" urged Steph.

"I made him take off his shirt and.....

"And...?" asked Julia.

Prue's thoughts went to that wonderful night when she had played nurse, stripping her patient naked. The kissing and caressing of his strong lean body and the taste of his long hard penis in her mouth. His response had been passionate. Piece by piece he had removed the Velcroed outfit, tantalisingly revealing ever large areas of Prue's skin, to which he diligently and expertly applied his lips and his hands. Her body had sung with pleasure as he sought out her breasts and nipples, lavishing them with his attention, before laying her on the couch. Now only adorned by stockings and heels, he feasted on her sex, sending her on a ride of ecstasy. Eventually he entered her. She greedily took his hard member, urging him on. Her finger nails firmly dug into his buttocks. Soon he paused to lift her from the couch, her legs now wrapped around him. Still thrusting into her, he carried her to a chair that stood next to her dining table. He took a seat with Prue implanted on his pole. Prue was now in charge, sliding on his member, she enjoyed the size of his cock inside her. She ground her hips, pleasuring his dick intensely before fiercely wrapping her arms around him and pumping his cock with strength and passion, which sent them both into the delirious world of climatic orgasm.

"The rest is history!"

"History! Exclaimed Jeanette.

"Ok ...OK..Ok. We made love........... all night!"

The others hooted and hollered making Prue blush with embarrassment.

"See what happens if your brave and a little adventurous." said Julia.

"Did I really say that?" asked Prue. "But you're right. I took a risk. He loved being 'treated' by Nurse Prue and now our relationship is incredible."

"That is fantastic Prue." said Julia. "I'm glad my little outfit was of some help."

"I must say it has really started something! I have even gone and bought some lingerie and we are having great fun enjoying each other."

"I am really happy for you Prue." said Julia. "You all wore you costumes home last time. Is there any body else whose had some fun?"

Noella put up her hand nervously.

'Me." she squeaked.

"Do tell." commanded an interested Julia.

"Yes. Do tell!" the others chorussed.

"Well..."Noella started nervously. "It all began when I decided I should do a "hot walk" of my own."

How much do I tell them?

Noella went onto describe her "hot walk" through the supermarket and the mayhem that it created, to the laughs and screams of approval of her neighbours. She continued on, telling how she went on to "hot walk" the Mercedes dealership.

"You didn't?" demanded Jeanette.

"I did!"

She tdescribed how she went for a test drive and bought a beautiful convertible from hunky Mark. She didn't tell them about the wonderful sex. Moving onto the day she finally collected the car, she described the lunch at Donnelli's and cruising with her friends Suzie and Jodie.

"Hey! Where's my drive?" complained Steph.

"Be quiet!" scalded Julia.

"When I got back from cruising with Suze and Jodie, I was shocked when I turned into Fahrenheit St. to find Mark parked in front of the house."

OMG how much do I tell them? What will they think of me?

"I saw him." interrupted Jeanette. "Silver Mercedes. Cute ass."

"That's him! He had dropped past because he had some promotional items for me, which was very nice of him. Anyway I got him to get in the car and took him down into the garage." Noella paused nervously.

Here goes nothing.

"So when we got down to the car park I asked him to christen the car with me."

"What did you do?" asked Prue, somewhat confused.

"Christen the car."

"What?"

"They had sex in the car." blasted Jeanette bluntly.

"You didn't?"

"Ah.......Yes.....We made love."

"Noella!" scolded Prue.

"What can I say. It was wonderful!"

"Go Noella!" yelled Steph.

"Yes, go girl!" agreed Jeanette.

"And the maid outfit?" asked Julia.

"Well after the christening, I took him upstairs and, like Prue, I told him I had to freshen up. I went and changed into the maid costume and then..........did a bit of Spring cleaning so to speak."

"Spring cleaning?" asked Prue again.

"They had sex again." Jeanette's bluntness continued.

"Yes we did, Nurse Prue."

The others cheered and giggled at her revelation.

Noella felt a little embarrassed in revealing her exploits, a slight redness colouring her cheeks.

"Well Noella. You continue to surprise me." commented Julia.

"I didn't plan it! It just sort of happened."

"The best way." advised Prue. "It means you've attracted these desires into your life."

"Oh Prue. Do you really believe that?" asked Jeanette.

"Of course. It's the Law of Attraction! But I don't care if you don't agree."

"Well they were certainly attracted!" giggled Jeanette.

"Actually I'm a bit worried about him."

Noella told them about the text message she had received just before they had arrived and the whole bloody mess with Jennifer. How Mark was feeling trapped, as she was threatening suicide if Mark didn't capitulate to her demands.

"I hate women like that." exclaimed Jeanette.

"I told him I 'd help him." continued Noella. "But I've got no idea what to do."

"Good luck with that." advised Julia. "Those sort situations can get real messy."

"I've got an idea!" spouted Jeanette.

"O oh." said Steph. "Anything could happen with Jeanette in charge."

"Steph go and get the bags with the leather outfit I wore and the leather dress you wore."

"Ok." and Steph scuttled away to the front foyer to get the outfits.

"What are we going to do?" asked Noella.

"You and I are gong to pay Mark and his bitchy woman a visit. But it won't be any sort of ordinary visit!"

"What sort of visit?" queried Noella somewhat fearfully.

"A visit they will never forget!"

Within half an hour, Noella and Jeanette were standing in the sitting room looking like they were ready to go to an S & M convention. Noella was sizzling in the black leather lace up dress, the leather lacing showing off her stunning back, completed by fishnet stockings and Julia's nasty studded heels. Julia had furtively retrieved them from the front foyer on the pretence that she had brought them over to show Noella and brought sighs of admiration from everyone

Jeanette looked terrifying and intimidating in the leather corset, matching briefs, elbow length gloves and thigh high boots. She too was sporting fishnet stockings and everybody winced as she whacked the riding strop into her hand.

"My God Jeanette you look too scary!" observed Prue.

"Prue's right!" agreed Julia. "You look way too scary. Noella you just look hot!"

"Why thank you Julia." replied Noella.

"Yeah sizzling hot!" said Steph.

Whilst they were dressing, Noella had messaged Mark. He had obediently sent her his address.

"R u and Jennifer home? R u staying home?"

A reply soon came.

"Yes & yes."

Noella typed back.

"Hang tite. We're coming to help!"

"Gr8t!!!" he replied.

God I hope this works!

Soon the five friends were bundling into Noella's beautiful Benz, which stood in the garage with the top down.

"Wow! It's beautiful!" exclaimed Steph.

"Yes. Wonderful!" agreed Prue.

Julia was driving, as she'd only had one drink and Noella's leather attire was too restricting and revealing to allow here to hop behind the wheel. Once they were all on board, Julia guided the car up the drive and onto the street.

Their destination was Head St. in Brighton East. Steph was jammed in the middle in the back seat between the glamozonesque leather clad women and Prue was in the navigator position, in the front passenger seat, whilst Julia marvelled at the performance of the red convertible.

"This is some car Noella!" she enthused as she glided up Dendy St. towards East Brighton, heads swivelling all the way as people tried grab a glance of the car full of beautiful women, two of whom would look more at home in a dungeon.

"I agree." replied Noella. "I love it very much!"

"I would too if it was mine." admitted Julia honestly as they cruised towards Head St.

Soon they pulled up in front a group of eight stylish townhouses, not unlike those at 125 Fahrenheit St.

"Now when we go inside, just follow my lead." Jeanette told Noella.

"Ok." said Noella who had no clue as to what was about to unfold.

The two ominous looking women alighted from the car and adjusted everything, ensuring that they looked amazing, as they strolled down the path towards Mark's apartment at No.2

"Ok. Let's shake her up a little. " said Jeanette. "I'll be the bad cop. You're the good cop. Ok?"




Dressed To Kill Ch. 08



"Ok." agreed Noella.

Once at the door Jeanette rung the doorbell. The door opened and a rather pretty and petite blond stood at the door.

"Hello. Who are?" she asked indignantly.

"We're Mark's girls." replied Jeanette as she pushed past the woman, who was apparently Jennifer. Barging into the house with Noella close behind, a stunned look was written allover Jennifer's face, as the two leather clad goddesses marched into the apartment.

"Marky baby!" squealed Jeannette as they entered the living room where Mark was sitting on the couch watching TV.

He appeared equally stunned, as the towering dominatrix hurtled across the room. He quickly recognised Noella behind Jeanette. She gave him a wink and he digested the situation and a calmer look appeared on his face.

"Who are theses sluts!" Jennifer demanded as she followed them into the family room.

"We're Marky's girlfriends!" spouted Jeanette.

"Yeah! We're Marky's girls!" confirmed Noella. "And who you calling a slut! Bitch!

"Bitch! Mark she called me a bitch!" squealed Jennifer. "You tell them to stop!"

You could you tell by Mark's hesitance to reply meant that he was in agreeance with Noella.

"Where have you been Marky? We haven't heard from you for two weeks." pouted Jeanette. "And you know, no sex for two weeks makes me a very grumpy girl." And she smacked the riding crop into her free gloves hand.

"Yeah no cock for two weeks makes us grumpy!" confirmed Noella.

"Mark! Mark! Tell them to go!" Jennifer continued to scream

Jeanette turned to face Jennifer. "We're not going any where honey. We have a need and we're going to feed it!"

"Can I suck his dick now?" sighed Noella, as she moved over to the couch where Mark sat, leaning over as if to squeeze his balls.

"Mark say something! Your just sitting there doing nothing!" screeched Jennifer.

"Your looking very hot girls." said Mark, starting to warm up to the charade.

"Mark! If don't do something to make these whores leave, I'm going to leave!"

"That's very nice to call them whores."

"Ooooooh!" she blustered as she stomped out of the room.

Jeanette and Noella had to stifle their laughter. Noella signalled Jeanette to come over to the couch where she introduced her to Mark in whispers.

"You're amazing Noella." he whispered.

"I know." she quietly laughed.

The three of them snuggled up on the couch when Jennifer stormed into the room a a large tote bag in hand .

"I hate you Mark! I don't know why I ever wanted to marry you." and she ran out the door slamming it behind her.

Noella, Jeanette and Mark rolled on the couch in laughter.

"I think you're free now Mark!" observed Noella.

"Wow! You two were amazing! Thank you!"

He leaned over and gave Noella a kiss on the lips and Jeanette one on the cheek.

"I really didn't know what to do."

"Your life is your own again." replied Noella.

There was a knock on the door.

"It's us!" came a muffled shout through door.

"Who's that?" asked Mark.

"It's our friends." said Jeanette as she walked over to the door to let Prue, Steph and Julia in.

"What happened?" exclaimed Steph. "We saw her run out of the house with her bag."

"Did you threaten her?" asked Prue.

"No Prue. I didn't threaten her." replied Jeanette.

Noella introduced the other three to Mark before she and Jeanette recounted the story generating much laughter.

"Well we'd better go. We've got an afternoon to tea finish." suggested Noella.

"You're not going to stay with me Noella? I really like that leather dress."

The other women oohed at the provocative suggestion.

"Steady there young man. These ladies are my guests and so I have to take them home and finish our afternoon tea."

"Noella." he whimpered.

"We'll talk later. OK?" said Noella knowing that she would have to let Mark go.

"OK we'll talk."

With that, the sexy assortment of alluringly dressed women walked out the door to the awaiting red chariot, intoxicated with euphoria after their successful rescue mission. They bundled into the car, Julia once again at the wheel.

"OK. Who's for a 'hot walk'?" she called.

"No!" groaned Prue.

"Yes!" yelled the others.

"OK. A 'hot walk' it is! I know just the place!"

She wheeled the Benz in a U-turn, as she headed for Church St. Five minutes later they pulled up in front of the Bayside Hotel. A favourite watering hole for many Brighton trendy's.

"OK, Prue. Have you got your phone?" asked Julia.

"Yep." she replied.

"Can you take a video?"

"Of course! I've got some good ones of me and Mitch." She went bright red when she realised what she said.

"Well you can be the main camera. Steph can you film some stuff too?"

"Of course!"

"Good! Let's go ladies!"

It was almost comical, as five finely dressed women piled out of a two door Mercedes convertible. Prue went inside to get a good vantage point for what was about to unfold. Julia stood next to Jeanette and hooked arms. Behind them Steph phone in one hand hooked arms with her other arm with Noella. It almost like a wedding procession. Julia opened the door and they slinked into the bar, a kaleidoscope of colour, leather and flesh. The natural hum of conversation stopped, as if a switch had been flicked.

All heads in the bar swivelled in the direction of the posse of beautiful women as they glided into the bar, cutting a swathe through the drinkers. Jaws dropped and jealous partners jabbed gawking men, as the whole bar stopped in unison, to get their fill their of the smorgasbord of womanhood before them.

They made it to the bar before someone piped up.

"How about it honey!"

Jeanette turned around looking totally threatening, riding crop in hand.

"Would you like a whipping!"

Silence again covered the bar, when a voice squeaked from the corner.

"Yes please!"

The bar then capitulated into laughter. The barman eventually had the courage to ask the ladies what they wanted to drink, when a voice boomed from the end of the bar.

"The ladies drink for free John."

"Ok boss!"

"Thank you." they all said in unison.

So it was Cosmopolitans all round, except for Julia who as designated driver, went for a glass of lemonade. The hum of conversation filled the bar once more and a throng of eager onlookers encircled them at the bar. Soon phone cameras were out and a long queue developed, with many keen young, and not so young men and women wanting to get a snap posing with the leather clad Jeanette and Noella. There was also strong demand to be snapped with the other three curvaceous women.

At first the photos were standard happy snaps with smiles and cheesy grins, but soon the photo taking on a whole life of its own, as lips and breasts were thrust, tongues were displayed and poses became increasingly provocative. Noella enjoyed flirtatious play with a number of cute men, whilst Jeanette positively thrived as she squeezed "guns" and pinched tight butts. Julia, Prue and Steph hammed it up, having great fun teasing the enthusiastic crowd, blowing kisses and giving hugs to the crowd.

After about an hour, all the admirers had had their photo taken and the ladies of Fahrenheit St decided it was time to call it quits and head home. After numerous kisses and hugs goodbye, the girls waltzed out of the bar and loaded into the Benz and headed home after what could only be described as a very interesting afternoon.

Back at Noella's, she fired up the expresso machine for Lattes, which they sipped in accompaniment with the last of the food. Laughter chimed through the sitting room as they exchanged stories of their invasion of the Bayside hotel.

"Well we have had an amazing afternoon." announced Julia."But its been fun!"

"I agree." said Noella.

"Certainly has been interesting."Chimed in Prue. "So thank you to Noella."

"Thank you Noella." the others sang in chorus.

"Thank you everyone for helping Mark!"

"It was our pleasure!" replied Julia.

The others nodded agreement.

"It was great fun!" said Jeanette.

"Yes. I saw pinching all those butts!" observed Prue.

The other chuckled.

"So will everybody come to my place next month?"asked Prue.

Everybody agreed that would go to Prue's next month. They finished their coffees and all assembled in the foyer. Kisses and hugs were shared all round and the ladies of 125 Fahrenheit St returned to their respective homes after a wonderful afternoon.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 09



Noella awoke feeling a little flat after the high emotion of Sunday. She gave thanks that it was the school holidays and so she didn't have to take Emily to school, but she had promised the girls lunch and some shopping. She was hoping she might hear a bit more about her date with Lachie. 

She gave the coffee machine a pounding, consuming three double strength lattes to drink with her chunky sour dough toast smothered in cumquat marmalade. She was almost buzzing by the time she took the final sip of the last latte.

Not exactly diet food!........... but who cares! Might pay for that tomorrow with Jason the trainer!

The caffein gave her a spurt of energy to finish cleaning the house, following the afternoon tea with her neighbours from Fahrenheit St. She then headed for the shower and got ready to pick the girls up to take them to the mall. She decided on some figure hugging jeans, a nicely cut white cotton shirt and couldn't go past the wicked studded black shoes that Julia had not taken home the night before. She applied the barest of make up and checked herself in the long mirror.

Those shoes are truly wicked!

Feeling a little better after the strong coffee, she glided the Mercedes out of the garage, heading for Damien's monster house. Arriving outside the front door, she gave the horn a hard honk.

The girls didn't appear.

Shit I don't really want to go to the door. I don't really want to have to deal with Damien today!

She honked the horn again with no immediate result and so she began texting Sarah.

"I'm waiting out the front."

She was just about to press send when the girls finally appeared through the front door.

They both gave her a kiss on the cheek as they jumped on in the car.

"Hi Mum!" they both chimed.

"Hi beautiful girls!" responded Noella.

Emily sat in the back, Sarah in the front.

"Are you guys OK. I was wondering if you were going to come."

"Sorry Mum. Dad's just been psycho lately." replied Sarah. "He was yelling at us when he realised we were going out with you. So we had to wait until he calmed down a bit, so we could sneak out."

"Yeah Mum. He's been really psycho." confirmed Emily.

"Would you like me to talk to him?"

"No way!" replied Sarah. "that would just make it worse!"

"Ok. But let me know if it gets out of control and you can come and stay with me."

"Ok." they both said in a stoic sort of a manner.

Feeling a little bit calmer, she fired up the big Benz and they headed for the mall at Chadstone. Once in the mall they searched out their favourite clothes shops, Noella being very free with her credit card, resulting in them each carrying numerous store bags.

They hit the sushi shop for lunch, followed by sinful gelati cones, Noella tink she had better not admit to this indulgence to Jason.

Better enjoy it, for this afternoon I pay!

Conversation over sushi was revealing. The girls detailed how their father had become increasingly obnoxious and difficult to live with. Apparently he was constantly on the phone and had become so unpleasant that even his young nymphette had disappeared.

Noella listened intently, but ensured that she was a sympathetic sounding board rather than the bitter ex- wife.

"And he's badgering Marcus to sign some papers." revealed Sarah. "But Marcus keeps saying he won't sign anything unless you're there and then Dad backs off.".

"That doesn't sound too good. Do you think I should give Marcus a ring?" suggested Noella.

"Yeah I think he'd like that." replied Sarah.

"Dad has been so screwy. I feel sorry for Marcus." revealed Emily.

They walked towards the mall exit, licking their cones. having enjoyed a great day shopping. They strolled out of the shopping centre into the bright sunshine and headed up the slight hill towards where the car was parked.

"What the.........!" screamed Noella as she saw her beautiful red car on the back of a tow truck heading up the road towards the exit of the mall. She stood there stunned.

"What's going on Mum?" asked Sarah.

"Who's taking you're car?" screeched Emily.

Noella felt stuck to the spot as someone drove away with her car on the back of a truck!

Fuck............. what do I do?

She scrambled for her phone in her handbag, dropping all her store bags with her precious booty from a days shopping all over the footpath.

She quickly Googled the local police station's number. She madly dialled the number. All she got was an automated queue. She impatiently waited, her beloved car long out of sight. Eventually there was a voice on the end of the line.

"Oakleigh police." recited a very bored voice,

"Someone's stealing my car!"

"Where are you located?"

This was the beginning of an infuriating twenty questions and all that Noella could think of was that her beautiful car was gone! Eventually the voice at the end of the phone told her, that because she didn't have the registration number of the truck, all Noella could do was come to the police station and report that the car was missing.

Shit! What do I do now!

"Alright girls. There's obviously been a miss understanding, so I'll ring Auntie Suzie to see if she can come and pick us up. So just be patient and everything will be OK."

The girls were more confused than angry as they watched their mother frantically work the telephone.

"Hi Suze! It's Noella. I'm in a bit of a jam and was wondering if you could help me out?"

"Of course Ella! Anything for you! How can I help?"

"Someones stolen my car!"

"What? No way!"

"We came out of the mall and saw it disappearing on the back of a truck!"

"That's terrible! We are you? I'll be there as soon as I can."

Noella told Suzie where they were at the shopping centre and quickly hung up. She and the girls found a seat with which to rest their feet after rescuing her shopping from the footpath. They sat patiently but feeling rather down trodden.

Why my car! Bastards!

Noella sat on the bench feeling wounded and angry all at the same time.

Somebody must pay! Bastards!

Soon her thoughts of vengeance were interrupted by the honking of a horn. It was Suze at the wheel of sparkling silver Mercedes E-class convertible.

What the hell!

She stood and waved and Suzie was soon parking the car next to the park bench where Noella and the girls were sitting. Noella sat there stunned.

"Hi ladies!" greeted Suzie.

"Suze! What is this?" asked Noella.

"It's my new car! You like?"

"You know I love it! How......?"

"Michael bought it for me! Jump in and I'll tell you about it after you tell what's going on with your car!"

The girls and Noella loaded their shopping trophies in the boot and jumped in the car. Suzie pulled out of the car park and headed for the exit.

"I need to ring Steve at the law practice to find out what the hell I can do!"

"That's Ok babe. I'll head towards Damien's to drop the girls off?"

"Great!" she replied as she quickly dialled the law office's number and soon she was in intense conversation with her boss David, telling him how her beautiful Benz had disappeared out of the shopping centre on the back of a tow truck.

David told Noella to calm down, as she had let rip with a series of expletives that he had never heard from her mouth before. Even when Damien told her he wanted a divorce. David told her that she needed to go and report it to the police, but he told her that thieves don't usually take $200,000 Mercedes from shopping centre car parks. He thought something screwy was going on and he'd get to the bottom of it.

David made Noella feel a little better. She asked Suze if she could take her to the police station after they had dropped the girls off.

"That's fine! Consider me your chauffeur!"

Fifteen minutes later they pulled up outside Damien's ostentatious abode. Sarah and Emily retrieved their shopping bags from the boot, gave their Mum a kiss and headed inside.

Noella jumped back in the car and buckled up her seat belt.

"Thank you Suze." she said with a sigh. "I don't know what I would have done without you this afternoon. Now tell me about this car!"

"Well." Started Suze. "I have a lot to thank you for. Mike saw how much I loved your car that day when we went for a drive. Anyway, a couple of weeks ago, Mike was given a big promotion and an enormous bonus!"

"That is fantastic Suze!"

"Anyway. He is such a darling he bought me this car!"

"Wow!"

"It's an E300, not a 500 like yours, but I just love it!"

"I am so happy for you."

At that moment, they pulled up out the front of the police station. They both went inside and endured twenty minutes of infuriating bureaucratic questions and answers before making it back to the safety of Suzie's car.

They made for Noella's where she fired up the coffee machine to make two very strong Macchiato Lattes, which the sipped as they sat a the kitchen counter.

"I'm just so angry and upset." confided Noella. "I finally get the car of my dreams and someone steals it."

"I'd be upset too." agreed Suze. "You know I was ecstatic when Mike gave me the car. He took me to my favourite restaurant, you know the one next to the sea baths."

Noella nodded that she knew the place.

"We ordered our food. Soon after the brought out a small ceramic pot that had a lid on it. They said it was a special treat just for me. I was a bit hesitant but I lifted the lid and there was the key to the car on a diamond key chain!" she exclaimed as she held up the sparkling key chain which showed to Noella.

"Wow!" gasped Noella. "It's beautiful!"

"So the Michael made me close my eyes and guided me outside. When I opened my eyes, there was my beautiful car wrapped with an enormous pink bow!"

"Amazing!"

"It was! Michael even arranged them to delay our meals for fifteen minutes so we could go for a quick spin around the block."

"I bet that was fun!"

"You bet. It was great! We went back and had our meal, which was almost an anti-climax. I just wanted to go and drive my car!"

"You're very lucky to have a man like Michael. Generous and considerate."

"I am lucky and he is beautiful man. When we got home he'd made sure the kids were staying over at friends houses and we made love........but you know I hate to say this..... but the old spark is not quite there anymore."

"I know what you mean. With Damien towards the end, it was allover before you could blink."

"I know we've been married a while now, but I would love to have that wild spark again."

"I might have an idea." said Noella. "Are you feeling brave."

"A little."

"Don't worry it won't hurt and it could be good fun!"

"Alright. What are we doing."

"You'll see." she replied as she took her mobile phone from her bag and quickly searched and dialled a number.

"Hi Julia! It's Noella......I'm well thanks. Look, I've got a friend who needs some help. I was wondering if we could come over and maybe she could borrow something from your collection.............great! We'll be right over."

"Where are we going? What sort of collection are we seeing?"

"You'll see." said Noella, maintaining the mystery. "We're just going next door to see Julia at number one. Finish your coffee and we'll go."

"OK." Suzie gulped down the last of her coffee and they headed next door.

Julia answered the door as soon as they rang the bell.

"Hi! Come in." she greeted.

Once inside Noella gave Julia a kiss on the cheek and introduced her to Suzie.

"Now what seems to be the problem?" asked the elegantly dressed Julia.

"Suze is looking for spark in her sex life."

"More like I need a lightning bolt." laughed Suzie.

"I know. It can get a bit mundane if you're not careful" observed Julia.

Noella went onto tell Julia about Suzie's new car and how she would like to show her gratitude to Mike for being a wonderful man. Before she finished she mentioned the disappearance of her car. Julia was stunned.

"No!" She gasped. "That car is so beautiful! You must be devastated!"

"I am. But I've got good people helping me find it."

"Okay. Hopefully the car will turn up soon. Now let's go upstairs and see what we can find."

The three women climbed the stairs and found their way to the first door down the hallway. Julia opened the door, but Suzie was not prepared for what was inside!

"Oh my God!" she cried.

The other two laughed.

"What were you expecting?" asked Noella.

"Not this!" she exclaimed as she waived her hand at the treasure trove of costumes and outfits. "What is it?"

Julia went through the whole story of how the her collection had begun and how it had continued to grow.

"Wow! It's amazing. You've actually worn all of these." Suzie asked inquisitively.

"Most.' replied Julia.

"You must have an interesting sex life!" blurted Suzie.

"I try.....most things." replied Julia.

The three of them again laughed.

"Now would you like to pick some outfits to take home and try and on. Then you can see if you get a spark."

"I'd love to do that." answered Suzie.

Suzie was like a kid in a lolly shop. She went from rack to rack looking at the large variety sexy costumes.

"This is amazing!" she declared.

"It is." agreed Noella. "It is an absolute treasure trove, and so much fun."

Suzie soon found some outfits she liked and took them from the rack and started to create a small pile on the occasional chair that sat in one of the corners. There was a raunchy fantasy bridal outfit with a white satin embroidered bustier and a very short white tulle skirt. Definitely not suitable for the altar! Also there was a sheer black bunny outfit which left little to the imagination, a blue satin police outfit with a tiny skirt and tulle petticoat, complete with handcuffs and a doctors outfit with mini lab coat sheer lace corset with suspenders. Suzie also selected the French maid outfit and nurses costume that Prue and Noella and so much joy with.

"You're not interested in a leather outfit?" asked Julia.

"No. I think I'd rather stay with the fantasies. They seem like more fun."

"Sounds good to me." agreed Noella.

Suze then hunted through the collection of shoes and found some stunning examples to match. As she collected all the goodies and put them in store bags that Julia kindly provided.

"This has been so much fun Julia. I really appreciate it."

"That's fine. I hope you and your husband have lots of fun."

"I'm sure we will."

With that she and Noella carried the bags downstairs to the front door and after kissing Julia goodbye walked back to Noella's where Suzie collected her handbag before going out the front and loading up the Silver Benz up with the bags of clothes.

"Thank you Noella. You truly do have some interesting friends."

"No problems Suze. Let me know how it goes and remember most of all have fun."

"I will! I will!" she replied as they exchanged kisses. She got behind the wheel and drove off down Fahrenheit St.

It'll be an interesting night when she puts one of those outfits on for Mike!

Noella went inside to ring Jason to let him know she wouldn't be able to make her session today as her car had been stolen. She then spent the rest of the evening moping around the house feeling most sad about the loss of her car.

Tuesday morning she rang the law practice and spoke to Steve to see if he had heard anything about the car and to see if there is anything else she could do. He told her not to worry andthat they were working on it and if she remained patient he was sure that he'd locate and return her car. This made her feel better and so she began think about how she would get around in the mean time. 

As she was pondering this question her phone rang. It was Jodie. Suzie had rung and told her about her car. She wanted to know if she needed another car to get around in. Noella told she was thinking about what to do. Jodie asked her if she'd like a spare car from Paul's company. Noella was extremely thankful for the offer and quickly accepted. Jodie told her she would be around in an half hour to go and get the car. Noella said she be ready.

An hour later she was putting the keys in a little Mazda 2, preparing to follow Jodie to a nearby local cafe where they had a great coffee and shared a delicious piece of orange poppy seed cake. They chatted for about an hour, Jodie telling how her kids Amelia and Jarryd were doing and Noella telling Jodie about Sarah's big date with Lachie.

After the cafe she headed for the supermarket to top up on groceries. As she walked inside she remembered the stir she created a month earlier and had a quiet laugh to herself. She leisurely strolled through the store placing her selected groceries in the store carry basket. Eventually she made it to the checkout. Surprisingly it was the same cashier as a month ago, who recognised Noella andsmiled.

"You're looking a little tamer today." she commented as she checked out Noella's boot jeans and navy blazer.

"Yes. You're right ." replied Noella with a laugh. "I don't dress like that all the time."

"Maybe you should! It was awesome! There are still guys here who talk about that day."

Noella laughed again.

"I must have made an impression."

"You certainly did." confirmed the cashier as she handed Noella her change. "Maybe you should try it again one day!"

"I don't think so." said Noella as she collected her groceries and walked out the door.

She walked over to the little red car, which was so different to her missing Mercedes. She retrieved the key from her handbag and pressed the little button to open the boot so she could stow her groceries. There was no response. She tried again. No response. She tried the other button for the door. Nothing.

Shit! 

She stood there for five minutes madly pressing the little button to no effect. The profanities started to flow, when a deep resonant voice cam from behind.

"Having some trouble?" Noella turned to see a tall handsome man who was probably iin his forties, in blue jeans and a purple shirt standing behind. "Would you like me to try?"

"Bloody thing!" cursed Noella. "I'd love you to try."

She handed the key over and he quickly had a look at the key before pressing a little button on the side of the key and then pressing the door release. There was a squawking sound as the door catches popped up.

"There you go." he said as he handed the key back.

"Why thank you. I'm so embarrassed!" she flushed. "It's a borrowed car."

"Don't worry. Happens to all us. I must say you're a bit more casually dressed than the last time I saw you. You certainly turned some heads!"

"Oh you saw that." replied Noella more than a little self conscious.

"I'll never forget it! Anyway have a good rest of the day."

"Thank you so much!"

"Anytime!"

With that, "Mr Tall Dark and Handsome" turned and walked into the supermarket.

Damn! He didn't ask for my phone number!

She placed the groceries in the car and drove the little car home. She spent the rest of the day fluffing around before going to a catch up training session with Jason. He must have been feeling sorry for her as he went a little easy on her and she actually enjoyed the session.

Next day at work Steve came past her desk mid-morning.

"Got some good news and some bad news." he revealed.

"What's the good news." she asked hastily.

"We've found you're car."

"That's great! What's the bad news!"

"It's going to take a few days to recover it."

"Oh. Why?"

Steve went onto explain that he'd had one of his young, gun solicitors searching for the car. The solicitor had found an action buried deeply in the mentions of a local court, that a Mercedes Benz had been given as satisfaction for a debt to a finance company. Steve said it was going to take a few days to prove to the finance that the company, Manta Pty. Ltd., didn't actually have legal ownership of the car and the registration papers they had supplied, were in actual fact, fake.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 09



"That's ok ." advised Noella. "I can wait. The main thing is you found it! Thank you so much!"

"Happy to be of help. We're going to keep digging on the company to find out who's behind all this, because something smells."

"Thank you." she said gratefully. "You've been awesome!"

At home that evening she was mulling over the day, a tumbler of scotch in hand when the doorbell rang. It was Steph from number 3. She asked her to come inside, but Steph declined as she was on her way out for dinner, looking very swish in a little blue off the shoulder number with some nicely heeled sandals.

"I've just come over to let you know that Jeanette and I are having a party on Saturday. So you're welcome to come. You don't need to bring anything if you come. If decide not come, I apologise for any noise. Jeanette does tend to go a little wild and we won't be offended if you don't come."

"Thanks for letting me know. I'll have a think about. I haven't been to a party for so long!"

"Well this might be an experience! Anyway. Maybe we'll see you Saturday."

"Great."

Steph turned and swished her way down the path, swinging her hips sexily.

Noella was intrigued. 

A party. Could be fun!

She contemplated what she might do her as she sipped the rest of her scotch, whilst she cooked a vegetable curry dinner and watching a movie before going to bed.

Thursday morning over breakfast brought a text from Mark which he had sent at some obscure time in the morning.

"Hi Babe! When can we catch up"

Noella knew she'd have to make a not very nice phone call this day. She was attracted to Mark, but their lives were not in sync and the situation with Jennifer made her feel more like a mother than a lover and so it was time to set Mark free to find his true love.

She'd do that later in the day. She wasn't looking forward to that.

As well as the message from Mark was a message from Suzie.

" Thank you Honey! Wow! Wow! Wow! Awesome night! No Sparks! Just an inferno!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!!!! C u 4 lunch 2 morrow. Love Suze."

Noella laughed.

Go Suze!

After lunch she made the fateful call to Mark. It didn't go that well as he just wanted to be with her and party, but she explained he needed to find a beautiful lady to share his life with, not someone who had already lived a lot theirs. There was the sound of submission in his voice and she really hated hurting him, bit she knew in the long term it was the right thing to do.

Friday brought lunch with Suzie and Jodie. As she walked into The Larder she was eager to chat with Suzie. Noella was first to arrive, but the others soon joined her and they settled into a glass of chardonnay before ordering salads all round. Suzie the Caesar. Noella and Jodie going with the salad topped with smoked salmon.

As they ate the chatted incessantly. The topic soon turned to Suzie's new Mercedes and Noella's missing one.

"I'm so jealous Suze." admitted Jodie. "I don't think Paul would ever buy me such a beautiful car. No matter how big the bonus." 

"I am very lucky." observed Suzie. "I am really enjoying it. Have you heard any more about yours Noella?"

"Yes. Steve has found it. Apparently it was repossessed in error and they're are working to get it released, which apparently is going to take a couple more days. But I am lucky enough that Paul has lent me a spare company car, which has been really helpful. So thanks Jodie for helping me with that."

"Any time for such a good friend" confirmed Jodie.

"Thank you." replied Noella. "Suze. How did you go with the outfits."

"Incredible!" she said.

"What outfits?" asked Jodie thinking she'd been left out of a shopping expedition.

Noella explained their trip Julia's and her massive wardrobe of sexually provocative costumes.

"Why didn't you ring me?" 

"It just sort of happened!" apologised Noella. "So how did it go Suze?"

Suzie went a little flushed as she explained that on Wednesday night, she again farmed the kids out to friends to stay the night. She had booked their favourite French restaurant, both of them coming home reeking of garlic and being extremely "relaxed" after a number of glasses of wine. After catching a taxi home Suze had excused herself and went upstairs as Michael went hunting for a nice bottle of scotch that someone had given to him.

When she came downstairs Suzie was now Constable Suze

"I was wearing fishnet and my boobs were bulging out all over the place because the bodice barely covered my nipples! I wore those Sky scraper CFM shoes that Julia lent me."

"CFM?" asked Jodi, a little confused."

"Come Fuck Me!" answered Suzie and they all laughed. " And I had the phoney handcuffs dangling from my belt."

"Sounds wild!" observed Jodie, as they noticed the table of businessman next door's conversation had quietened noticeably as they apparently tried to listen in to Suzie's salacious story.

"So what happened when Mark saw you?"

"He was in the lounge room sipping scotch. So I walked up to him and told him that I need to see of he had any concealed weapons."

"Really?" asked Jodie.

"Really!" she laughed.

"And..." prompted Noella.

"It was explosive! I have never experience anything like it before! We made love for hours! All over the house. Even on the washing machine!"

"How do you screw on a washing machine?" asked Jodie.

"With great discomfort!"

The three of the them giggled like school girls.

"Wow." exclaimed Jodie. "I could do with some of that."

The other two chuckled.

"I could barely walk on Thursday." Suze confided.

"But I bet you had a big smile on you face!" chuckled Noella.

"I certainly did! And do you know what. Michael has arranged for the kids to go to his sister's tomorrow because he wants me to play nurse."

They all laughed at the thought.

"Sounds like he's keen." observed Noella.

"Very."

Do you think I might able to come over and maybe borrow one of the outfits your not using?" asked Jodie.

"I don't see why not, do you Noella?"

"I think that would be fine."

They continued chat over their lunch, all of them enjoying their delicious salads, followed by a strong latte accompanied by a piece of flourless chocolate cake, which they all shared. Finally they kissed each other and Suzie and Jodie headed to Suze's house and Noella made for her favourite nail salon to get some fire red claws, still pondering whether she would go to the party tomorrow night.

Am I feeling adventurous?.............Yep it's time to go and be a bit wild!

Saturday was full of the usual mundane obligations. About 6-30pm she started getting ready by having a lovely hot bath. After enjoying the sensuous feel of the water, Noella emerged from the bath and pampered herself with a large fluffy towel. Whilst dozing contentedly in the bath, she had decided that she needed go all out and make a statement with her clothes tonight.

She opted for a g-string over her normal French nickers as the dress she was planning to wear left no where to hide anything but the most minimal amount of material. After a short hunt in her wardrobe she found the intended weapon of mass attraction.

The "weapon" was stretchy white dress which was virtually backless except for a glide of material that divided the back in two, highlighting her sculptured back. The neckline was deep and revealing and the hemline barely covering her upper thighs.

Nothing like advertising your assets!

She laughed to herself as she searched the shoe rack for the desired heels. After a minute she had the Eureka moment, as she found the shoes she was looking for. They were a pair she bought during her shopping week with Susie and Jodie, when she was inventing the "new" Noella. They were a white pair of platformed heels with sparkling heels with matching bows on the back of the shoe.

Perfect! Let's wow 'em Noella.

At five past eight she stood in front of her full length mirror.

Face?... Perfect!........ Dress?........ Hhhottt!........ Shoes?......... Amazing!..... Out of ten?..... 9 and a 1/2!

Noella was feeling happy and in an adventurous mood.

Ok! Let's go and have some fun!

She picked an antique white Glomesh clutch that her Mum had given her and loaded it with life's essentials, then she walked down stairs and out the front door towards Jeanette and Steph's, with more than a few butterflies in her stomach.

Reaching the door step of number 3 she took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

Here goes nothing!

Steph answered the door.

"Hi Noella! Well look at you! Come in! I'm glad you decided to come."

"You only live once!"

"That is true!"

Once inside they exchanged kisses and Steph guided her towards the kitchen/family room where a rather eclectic group of people were gathered. High class, impeccably and fashionable dressed , leather clad and casually dressed, created an unusual kaleidoscope of guests.

"Everybody! This is Noella!" Yelled Steph, People lifted their heads and mumbled "hi" before going back to what they were doing. She then introduced a tall black man who was obviously the barman, with a vast array of liquors, wines, beers and glasses set up on the counter.

"This is Harji. If he doesn't know it, it's not a drink." 

"Hi Harji!"

"Hi! Can I say you are looking awesome!"

"Why, thank you Harji. Can you make me so me something special?"

"How about a 'Terminator' " he replied as he whirled into action. An intimidating looking drink very promptly appearing on the counter."It's my specialty for the night."

"You are awesome!"

"I know!" he flashed back with not a hint of conceit.

"Hi Noella!" called a familiar voice from the staircase in the centre of the house. Noella soon recognised it to be Jeanette.

"Hi Jeanette!" she returned as she embraced Jeanette, who was dressed in a latex cat suit, no ears or tail here, her significant cleavage emphasised by its deeply cut neckline, that scarcely covered her nipple. She wore thigh high boots with pencil thin 7 inch heels creating a look that was jaw droppingly provocative.

"You look amazingly sexy." declared Noella.

"Thanks. You're looking a little sizzling yourself." replied Jeanette as she stepped up to Noella and kissed her square on the lips. She caught Noella by surprise, but she quickly responded to the kiss and they lingered for few a number of seconds.

"Wow."

"Delicious!" declared Jeanette. "I'm glad you decided to come. I know we're going to have some fun! I see you've got one of Harji's "Terminators"."

"I thought I'd give one a try one."

"You be careful, because more than one can make you truly terminal."

"I promise I'll be careful."

"Now, come with me and I'll introduce you to some people."

"Great!"

Jeanette took Noella by the arm and took her on a tour of the room introducing her to each cluster of guests that were dotted around the room. The last introduction was to Josh, who was a lone figure standing in the corner by the stairs, necking a beer. Six foot tall in the old, his shoulders were broad his hips were lean. His blond hair was cropped short and was messed with product.

"This is Josh." introduced Jeanette. "He works with me at the agency. A good friend but unfortunately with no benefits."

"Hi Josh. You must be a strong man to resist Jeanette."

"Well I think we're just good work colleagues and "benefits" would just complicate matters. So you see it's really just a commercial decision. Anyway. Hi. It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman."

Noella felt a flush come to her cheeks.

Wow! He's gorgeous!

"Thank you. You're too kind."

"I'm going to leave you in Josh's safe hards whilst I go and look after the other guests. Is that Ok?"

"Sure. I'll make sure Josh looks after me."

"Great. Now don't hesitate to help yourselves to a drink."

"We will certainly do that." confirmed Josh.

Jeanette disappeared and Noella settled into a friendly chat with Josh who she found to be bright, smart and friendly. Soon they were chuckling at each others punchlines and having a fun time as they enjoyed themselves. 

Josh was a gentleman, ensuring that her glass, now containing champagne, rather than Harji's deadly liquid, was regularly charged. 

As Josh revealed more of himself and Noella divulged more of her life, she realised that in the living room the party was changing in dramatic ways. From the corner of her eye she could see activity she that made her realise that Harji was probably at the party for more than his drink making ability, as a petit red head, who Jeanette had introduced as Casey, stood in front of the counter wrestling with Harji's fly, before releasing his enormous penis into the open. Quickly she captured the wild snake between her lips, her mouth barely accommodating the girth of Harji's monstrous weapon. After a few strokes she passed the baton on, so to speak, to Jeanette who bravely attempted to absorb the whole Harji's cock in her mouth, but she soon resigned herself to the fact she could only manage half of Harji's dick.

"Oh my God!" gasped Noella. 'What are they doing?"

"They are about to party 'Jeanette style'." observed Josh. "It's going to get a little wild."

"Wild?"

"We are talking about Jeanette here."

"And that means something?"

"Yep. That means things could get a monstrously out of hand."

"Really?"

"They're just warming up." he advised as Jeanette started trying to mount Harji's throbbing pole, as he leaned up against the counter. Jeanette had undone a long crutch zip in the cat suit, which revealed her womanhood. Standing with her back to him she had raised her left foot and planted it beside him on the bench. Her other booted footed was fixed firmly on the floor. Gently she made short sharp motions as she attempted to accept the gigantic cock, whilst Harji undid two circular zips, allowing two round pieces of latex fall to floor. Her magnificent full breasts were now available for Harji to fondle, which he did with enthusiasm.

She is certainly going for it!

"Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?" he asked.

"Sure. I think that would be a good idea."

"I know the perfect place he responded."

He took her hand and they skirted around the edge of the family room, past duos, threesomes, foursomes and even groups of five with different proportions of men and women. The participants cavorting, caressing and copulating. Noella tried hard not to stare.

When they made it out side they discovered it was no better, as the spa, sun lounge and deck chairs were all occupied by couples in varying states of sexual arousal.

"Ok. Bad move." Josh confessed. "I've got another idea."

He again led Noella by the hand, this time back inside then upstairs.They stood at the first door of the landing.

"I wonder whose bedroom this? I hope nobody else in here."

He turned the knob and they tiptoed inside. The room was empty of guests.

"It's Jeanette's." announced Noella.

"How can you tell"

"Because of that!" said Noella as she pointed at the unmistakable "sex tree".

"What's that?" queried Josh as he stared at the unusual piece of furniture, not being able to work out what it was.

"It's a piece furniture purpose made for sex."

"Made for what?"

"Sex! It's made for sex!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Really! How Interesting!" he allowed as he closely inspected the unusual piece of furniture. "How do you know about to this?"

"She told me about it at a high tea we had."

"Did she just. Amazing that she hasn't said anything at work. She's not very good at keeping secrets."

"So you know where a lot of skeletons are buried."

"You could say that." he said with a smile. "This is amazing! Somebody has put a lot of thought and care into making it."

"You don't think it's a little perverted?"

"Anything that makes sex better is good by me."

"So you like sex?' she asked she rubbed against his side.

"Don't you?"

"I only like hot sex." she said with a grin.

"Is there any other kind?" he replied with a chuckle.

"Can you prove that?" she asked as she brushed her breasts and thighs against him. 

Reaching up and she pulled his mouth towards her, planting her lips on his. 

So began a good old fashioned pash. Their lips joined. Their tongues entwined, they stood their for a number of minutes enjoying the sensuality of locking lips and exploring one another's oral cavity. 

They gradually gravitated to the "sex tree", Josh leaning against one of the curved horizontal ledges that ran along three sides, his hands firmly holding Noella's tight arse, keeping her close to him.

I love the feel of his lips.

"You're great to kiss." she told him.

"Why thanks! You're pretty excellent your self!"

"I try."

"Are you feeling a little adventurous?" he asked as he held up a pair of handcuffs that were sitting on one of the ledges.

"I can be adventurous. But I'm not into pain. Ok?"

Is this a dumb thing to do?

He took her hands and quickly snapped on the handcuffs. He reached up to the tall trunk that gave the piece it's name "sex tree" and pulled down a chord that ran over a pulley. It had a carabiner attached to it. He snapped the carabiner onto the handcuffs.

Too late now!

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You'll see." he replied as he pulled the end of the chord to hoist Noella's arms above her head.

Shit! Am I in trouble here?

He tied off the end of the chord so Noella was totally vulnerable, standing at full stretch.

"Now you are mine." he announced as he paced around.

"You said you wouldn't hurt me." she reminded him nervously.

"I say lot of things." he smirked and stood back to admire his handy work.

"So you're a fucking liar!" she spat.

"Such language!" he said feigning shock. He stepped forward and slid his hand across her breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze before sliding his hand down her flat stomach.

"Great tits!" he admired before reaching down to grab the hem of her dress and with one movement pulled the dress up over Noella's head, up her arms, up the rope and left it hanging on the limb of the tree.

Noella's vulnerability was now complete, as she hang there with only her G-string and shoes remaining.

"Very nice!" he proclaimed. He was enjoying himself now. "I think I'm going to help myself!"

He grabbed a naked breast with each hand and squeezed them firmly before attaching his mouth to one of her nipples. He sucked it voraciously before circling its edge with his tongue. Then he moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment.

Noella moaned. She wasn't sure if it was pleasure or pain.

"See you like it."

Next to the tree was a basket which contained a number of different whips, which Jeanette seemingly put good use. He examined each carefully before settling on a large bull whip, which had a leather bound handle which ended in a large brass ball.

"You wouldn't?" cowered Noella, her voice full of fear.

"I haven't decided yet." he replied, as he played menacingly with the long whip. After a minute it seemed that he made his mind up and he took the knotted end of the whip and held it against her shoulder and slid the handle behind her back, returning it across her front, securing the knotted end under the whip tail allowing him to wrap the long tail of the whip around Noella's body, creating a coil effect.

Noella was frozen with fear, the rough texture of the leather whip grazing her skin.

I think I might shit myself!

Holding her in place with the coiled whip, Josh leant and kissed her firmly on the mouth, punching forcibly into her mouth with his tongue. Noella didn't know whether to bite it or suck and was implacably neutral to this intrusion. He then unhooked the whip knotted whip end from under the whip tail. Stepping back he pulled the whip handle causing the whip to slide along Noella's skin as it uncoiled like a slithering snake. The friction of the leather stinging her skin.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 09



"Ooh!" she moaned. It was definitely pain this time.

As the last of the whip uncoiled from her body, Josh admired the circular red mark coiling around her body. Then he held up the whip handle, display the brass balled end. Smiling he rubbed the ball in a circular motion around her nipples, the cold of the metal making her nipples hard and erect. Next he slid the ball down the length of her torso to the edge of her G-string, which was the only thing protecting her sex. Reaching inside the elastic, he slipped the ball under the flimsy material, moving with a back and forth motion.

Fuck!

With his other hand, he reached forward and ripped the G-string clear off her body. Her white shoes with sparkly heels and bows, were now the only thing adorning her body. Her womanhood now free of any encumbrance, he skilfully manoeuvred the ball to her clit. Gently he rubbed her pleasure centre, before sliding it along the lips of pussy.

Noella moaned. It was definitely pleasure now, although her body was still shaking from fear.

"You like that?'" he asked rhetorically.

Fear prevented words from escaping from her mouth.

As he continued rubbing her pussy with the whip handle, he leaned up close and licked every inch of her breasts, exploring the folds in her cleavage and enjoying the smoothness of her skin.

Slowly Noella's body ceased shaking and she began to enjoy his unusual but sensuous advances.

Mmmmm. That's better!

Completing his exploration of her breasts, Josh slowly worked his tongue down and along her stomach, bestowing small peck like kisses on her skin as he went. Reaching the mound of her sex, he slid his tongue along the crease of inner thigh. He put his hand under her right knee, gently lifting it so that her foot rested on one of the notches in the side of the tree, so that he had clear access to her pussy. He flicked his tongue across her clit, evoking a deep guttural groan from Noella.

"You like?"

"Stop talking and keep licking." she demanded.

He did as he was told, working his tongue hard as he gently eased the brass ball inside her.

"Fuck!" she groaned as any expectation of fear was overtaken by waves of pleasure.

He began to slide the balled handle up down, his tongue continuing exciting her clitoris with obvious effect, her cum began to flow down his chin. Her body shivered with rising orgasm, heightened by the absence of fear.

"Yes you bastard! Yes!" she screamed as orgasm welled through her body, her juices streaming, causing him to wipe his chin clean. As the shaking subsided, he gently removed the whip handle and instead inserted his tongue. 

"Mmmmm. Nice. You're good!"

"You ever doubted!" he replied as he stood and released the rope holding her arms allowing her to bringing them down. She enjoyed the release of the strain on them. Taking her hands, he flicked a little lever in the side of the cuffs which caused them to open with a click.

"No key?"

"They're only "play" cuffs." he answered.

"Play cuffs?"

"Well you can't get the real thing without a licence.

Her hands free she gave him a whack in the arm.

"Why am I the only one standing here naked?"

"You're not naked! You're wearing high heel shoes..........and it looks very hot!"

"That's nice of you to notice. Now lose the clothes buddy!"

Obediently he shed all his clothes. She stood there admiring his buff body as more of it came into view..

"That's better!" she announced as she picked up the bull whip. "Now show me your hands."

As he complied to her demands, she wrapped the leather tip of the whip around his wrists, then she quickly put in about six turns before pulling the whip handle to make it tight.

"Ouch!"

"Did I hurt you?" she asked with zero sympathy in her voice. "Maybe it's just the start."

"I didn't hurt you." he pleaded. The was shoe clearly on the other foot as she yanked the whip even tighter.

"But you scared the shit out of me!"

"And I made you come like never before?"

"That you did!" she replied as she dragged her flaming red nails down his chest.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Yes I think so." she confirmed as she slowly slid the tip of her nail on her index finger along the length of his increasingly erect penis. "It mustn't be that unpleasant."

She gave his penis a flick so that it swayed as if in the wind. She continued to maintain tension on his wrists through the bull whip handle. Now she selected another whip from the small basket. This time it was a riding crop.

She gave him a poke in the chest.

"Stand up straight!"

"Ok. Ok! I'll stand up straight."

"You say yes Ma'am!" and she struck the whip against the sex tree with vicious force.

"Yes Ma'am!"

"That's better!" she barked as she enjoyed her new found power.

"Now what are we to do we you?" she asked somewhat rhetorically as she poked him under the chin with the small whip, before inscribing and a long imaginary S down his body, reaching his now quite erect penis.

"Nice dick." she admired as she lifted the thick meat up with end of the riding crop.

"Thank you for noticing." he said somewhat sarcastically.

"Your welcome." she replied as she ran the whip down to his balls, poking each testicle a little indelicately, before running the riding crop between his legs up to his arse where she slid the end back forth.

"You like?"

"I'd "like" it if you were gentle with my balls."

Noella laughed.

"You're worried about having kids?"

"Maybe."

"Well I'll be a little gentler." she said as she knelt down to grasp his cock. Slowly she slid her tongue around its tip.

"Fuck!" he gasped.

"Is it painful?" Noella asked in a phoney caring tone voice.

"You know it's not!"

"Oh it feels good, does it?"

He nodded frantically and so Noella took the end of his cock between her lips and slowly inched down it's length, making it disappear steadily into her mouth. Josh's moans of pleasure intensified as she began to bob her head, her lips oscillating up and down his dick. As her motion intensified she placed the end of the riding crop under his balls.

"Shit Noella! That's incredible!"

"Now can you bend over." she siad in an inviting voice, as she stood, her slender nakedness, highlighted by her sparking bowed shoes. Obediently he bent over a shelf on the side of the tree. Teasingly she slid the riding crop down the ridge of his spine before sliding it back between his legs and tickling his balls, before running it up the under side of his very rigid pole. Suddenly she withdrew the whip in one quick motion, drawing it up to shoulder height she snapped it down on Josh's buttock with a mighty crack.

"Yow!" he screeched. A long stream of cum sailed from the end of his penis.

"You like it!" laughed Noella as she brandished the riding crop in a menacing manner.

"Please! Don't hit me." he pleaded.

"Truce?" she asked.

"Truce?" he agreed.

"Maybe I should be nice to you now." she announced, as she unwound the bull whip from his wrists. Once free he reached over and gently grasped the back of Noella's head, he pulled her mouth to his and they engaged in along and luxuriating kiss.

Mmmm. Delicious!

As their lips parted she gently pushed his back up against the side of the sex tree. A shelf like edge ran around three sides, the exception was the edge where the trunk of the tree sprouted. On this side, the ledge formed a U shaped that accommodated Josh's butt nicely. Bending her knees, Noella slowly slid her tongue down his body, taking a detour around his nipples before reaching his hard dick. With care and attention, she licked every inch of his good size cock which was followed by a serious sucking of his balls. A continuous deep groan emitted from Josh's mouth.

Soon she returned to his long rod to give it several long strokes with her mouth before standing. She was now only a few centimetres in front of him, his cock in hand.

"Good?"

"Wonderful!"

"Good!"

She reached to a notch in the tree to one side his head.

"What are you doing?"

"Patience my love."

Now she placed her right foot, heels still in place, on the shelf. Pulling herself up she placed her left shoe on the shelf on the other side of his body. She found a finger hold for her left hand so that she now towered over Josh.

"I hope you know what you doing." he observed as he allowed himself to have a squeeze her breasts, which were swaying in the air above his head.

"Trust me." she suggested as she found lower finger holds which at about Josh's shoulder height. Slowly she lowered her weight as she her pussy hovered directly above Josh's rock hard penis.

"Clever!" he said as Noella's dripping sex nestled on top of his cock.

"Fucking hell!" he moaned.

Gently she flexed her knees so that her gently bounced on the top of his cock.

"You're a fucking tease Noella!"

"Really?' she replied innocently as she continued to excite his pole.

"Can't you just fuck me?" he asked as he grasped her hips, attempting to force her down onto his cock.

"I could. But this is more fun." she replied cheekily.

Steadily she allowed his thick dick, progressively taking a little more before suddenly sliding all the way down his cock.

"Holy fuck!" he exclaimed as she sat on his pole as if impaled.

Slowly, using the leverage of the finger holds she drew her self up the length of his shaft.

"Ooooooooooooooooh." she sighed as she enjoyed his fine penis.

"Yes!" he screamed, grasping her buttocks with hands.

Lifting herself with hands and pushing with her feet Noella began to grind his cock with a twisting up and down motion.

I'm loving this!

Steadily her rhythm increased and her nerves began to tingle as the genesis of orgasm began to re-ignite again..

"Oh yes!" she sighed as she absorbed the wholeness of his manhood, Josh grunting with each stroke. As the intensity of her climax began to build she stood up releasing his shaft.

"What the fuck!" he cried.

"Relax babe." she said as she turned around so that she was now facing the same direction as Josh. Again she descended onto his erect penis, although not so slowly this time.

Great cock!

She wiggled her pussy a little, sending wild sensations up Josh's pole. She suddenly realised that there was a full length mirror, obviously strategically placed, on the opposite wall. She could clearly see herself with Josh's cock deep inside her.

"Holy fuck! Can you see that!"

"What?" he asked

"The mirror!" she pointed.

He moved his head to one side so that he could see past Noella's head.

"Jesus!" he cursed. "It's like our own porn movie!"

He pushed with his hips so that they could both see his cock moving inside her pussy.

"Jeanette is one kinky bitch!" he exclaimed as he enjoyed the sight of the fusion of their sexes. He clamped his hands over her breasts as if he was a bra. 

"i'm supporting you!" he laughed as pushed her full breasts upwards.

Pushing on her feet, she began to rise and fall with a slow but definite rhythm.

"Oooooh!" she groaned a whirlpool of pleasure twisting through her body as they both watched their sexual connection in the large mirror. Josh's urged her pneumatic motion as he lifted her breasts up and down. She spiced her up and down motion with delicious gyrating twists.

"Yes Noella. Yes! Fuck me!" he cried as the intensity of her action increased so as to be like a sledgehammer. The slap of their flesh echoing through in the room.

My God!

Orgasm now exploded through her body like a wild lightning storm.

"Fucking hell!" she cried as her body shook violently. "Yes Josh! Yes."

"Shit!" Josh joined in the swearing, as they were both of overwhelmed by incredible sensations of surging pleasure, their pulsing actions grew ever urgently as their climaxes reached an amazing crescendo.

Noella's frantic pumping slowed to a stop. She now sat on his still hard dick, even though it had released another load of cum, heaving and panting from their frantic fornication.

Gently he placed his hand under her chin and gently manoeuvred her her lips back to his planting his lips on hers for a long languid kiss.

"My God Noella! What was that?" he asked, his chest still heaving as he gasped for air.

"That's what I call sex!" she laughed as they exchanged quick but sensuous pecks on each other lips.

"That it was!" he laughed.

They sat there for a few moments as they quickly recovered from their exquisite exertion before Noella stood, releasing Josh's still rigid cock.

"What are you? Some kind of iron man?"

"Just call me iron dick!' he laughed.

She gave it a playful flick before again sinking to her knees and giving the tip a generous lick.

"So what are we going to do now?" she asked wistfully as she slid the whole shaft into her mouth.

"That is so good!" he sighed.

Noella took that as a green light to increase the intensity of her work. She mixed long deep strokes with quick tip sucking and licking.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Mark cried as orgasm ran over his penis like an out of control train.

"Ah!" he cried as Noella instinctively released his rod from her mouth as his cum streamed from his cock. Noella aimed the stream at her fabulous tits, which were soon covered in the creamy substance.

Still holding the dick she gave it a gentle lick.

"No 'iron dick' now!" she laughed as the flaccid penis drooped in her hand.

"Well it can't stay up forever." he chuckled.

"No I guess it can't. Can you excuse for a moment? I'm just going to clean up this mess you made." she said as she headed for the bathroom.

"Ok." he grinned.

A couple of minutes later she returned from the bathroom all fresh and breezy, still looking stunning in just the pair of white shoes with sparkly heels. Josh was already dressed.

"That was quick!"

"I have a breakfast meeting." he advised

"On a Sunday?"

"Yep! Even on a Sunday!"

"You live nearby don't you?" he asked.

"Next door in fact."

"Would you like me to walk you home."

"Sure, but can you be a darling and pass me dress? Can't really go home looking like this, can I?"

"I don't know. Looks great from where I am standing."

"Get me my dress you pervert!" she demanded, as she gave him another playful whack on the arm.

Dutifully he reached up to the top of the sex tree and rescued her dress, passing it to her. She quickly pulled it over her body. She wiggled her taut body to smooth out all the wrinkles and ensure the critical bits of her body were covered.

"Still looks awesome." he admired. "Ready?"

"Ready." she replied as she fluffed her hair which had been flattened by pulling the dress over her head.

He took her hand and they headed down stairs as if a couple. They made their way past the family room which was still jumping with writhing bodies in all matter of sexual contortion. Harji was standing in the middle of the room, a curvaceous blonde impaled on his large black cock. Her arms around his neck, her hips working furiously ensuring their maximum pleasure. In the corner of the room on a large sofa their was tangle of arms and legs, Noella could discern the shapes of Jeanette and Steph enjoying the pleasures of two other women.

Pretty wild! Tick orgy off the bucket list!

Josh and Noella made their way out the front door and down the front path, taking a left turn at the end of the path and then onto Noella's. At the front door of Noella's townhouse Josh grabbed her firmly around her waste and kissed her passion.

"It's been an amazing night." he said with conviction.

"That it has!" she agreed as she lent over to the pot plant that sat next to the door and found the spare key. 

"We'll meet again?" she asked.

"Definitely!"

They joined in another passionate kiss before Noella put the key in the lock and made her way into the docile world of her home.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 10



Sunday was a blur. Noella peeked out from underneath the doona sometime after noon, Harji's "Terminator" seemingly having done it's damage, aided by numerous glasses of champagne that Josh expertly poured for her, ensuring her glass was constantly full. Great sex also played it's part in sapping her body of all it's energy. She shook her head.

Fuck! That was nothing like I've done before! My God it was hot!.....and a little bit scary! Tick orgy off the bucket list!

She shook her head as she made her way gingerly downstairs wrapped in a white bath robe, her head a little blurry, but it was not a throbbing hangover that she detested so. Reaching the kitchen her first and most critical task was to turn on her beloved espresso machine. Soon it was doing its magic, whirring away as it dispensed its amazing dark liquid with its velvety crema. Noella started with her own version of a Macciato. A triple shot of espresso topped with a small cap of frothy milky.

At first it kicked like a mule but after the third sip she could feel the life giving caffeine sparking energy into her sluggish body. As she began to feel a little better she made herself a mushroom omelette. It wasn't long before she was hungrily eating the fluffy and delicious meal, accompanied by a little less aggressive mug of coffee.

As she munched away she took the time to check the messages she found one that Sarah had sent her earlier in the morning.

"Hi Mum. Lachie took me 2 C Lady Gaga last nite! Awesome!!!!!!!!!! Luv Sarah!"

Noella replied.

"Fantastic!"

There was another message. This time from Marcus.

"Can I come and c u? Dad is giving me the shits!!!!"

She quickly tapped an answer.

"Am home. U can come anytime."

Christ! What has Damien done now?

It wasn't going to be long before she found out as her phone beeped, indicating a message from Marcus..

"C u in an hour."

She keyed.

"Ok"

Better get my arse into gear.

She quickly packed her dishes into the dishwasher and headed upstairs to have a shower and get dressed. When Marcus rang the door she was casually dressed in slim cut jeans, her favourite band T-shirt she got at a U2 concert and red sparkly flats.

When she opened the door Marcus was standing in camo shorts. He always wore camo shorts! No matter the weather, it was always and a T-shirt, today's with embossed with LMFAO and well worn Converse trainers on his feet. His hair was all messed but not through using "product". It was the product of stress and lack of sleep.

"Hi gorgeous!" she exclaimed as she wrapped him in one of those excruciating mother hugs which all sons dread.

"Hi Mum." he offered as he gave her a half embarrassed peck on the cheek.

"Come in and I'll make you tea. What's you favourite?" she asked, knowing that unlike her, Marcus's beverage of choice was tea.

"Sure. You got peppermint?"

'Peppermint tea I have."

Soon they were sitting at the kitchen counter, Marcus with his peppermint tea and Noella yet another cup of coffee. She'd lost count of how many cups she'd drunk. She also put out a plate of cup cakes which Marcus began devouring feverishly.

"Are you OK?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"No." he replied with obvious hurt in his voice. "Dad's giving me the fucking shits!.....Sorry for the language Mum."

"That's OK darling. Why is he giving you the shits?"

"Well......" he hesitated. "you're not supposed to know this, but he some how managed to get you removed as a trustee of our trust and he made me trustee instead."

"What the...!!!!!!!" she exclaimed, steam almost coming from her ears. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was that important. But..,,"

"Marcus. It's important!"

"Yes I know now, But now...now....he's asking me every second day to sign papers so he can take money out of the trust. And not little amounts! He wants hundreds of thousands of dollars!"

"Whoa!"

"I keep telling him it's not his money."

"That's right!"

"But he keeps saying he's going to make even more."

"You've done a great job darling.... but you should've told me sooner."

"Yeah. But you ring him and he gets really pissed and he get's all shitty and then life's just not worth living!"

"Sorry...."

"I didn't think it would make any difference and would keep the peace. But now.....now he's getting really aggressive about transferring this money and tells me I'm ruining his plans. I kept telling him the money wasn't his. That it was for Sarah, Emily and me. Yesterday he told me I was too young and stupid to know anything and that I had to sign the papers. But I pissed off whilst he went to get them and I haven't been home since. I stayed at Johnno's house last night."

"That was a smart thing to do."

"Except he's texting me every half an hour."

"So what would you like me to do?"

"I don't know......if you ring him he'll go ape shit."

"Can you stay at Johnno's tonight.....or do you want to stay here?"

"I think it would be better if I stay at Johnno's... if he found me staying here it would be World War 3!"

"OK .Stay at Johnno's tonight and I'll talk to Steve about him ringing Dad or writing him a letter. Would you be happy with that, that Steve will be your lawyer.

"That might still be like you taking over. Do you think Steve could get another lawyer he knows to do it."

"I'm sure we could do that."

"Thanks Mum." he said with his mouth full as he devoured the last cup cake.

"I'm proud of you Marcus. Your Dad can be very driven and won't stop until he gets what he wants. So you need to continue to be strong. Can you do that?"

"Sure. I just think he's being totally out of line."

"You're right. There must but something going on for him to be so keen to get hold of the trust money."

"I've heard him a couple of times talking about money but I couldn't work out exactly what was being said."

"OK hang in there and we'll sort it out,"

Just as she said that Marcus's phone hummed, indicating that he had just received a message. Marcus checked the screen.

"Dad!"

"Where r u! U need to come home now!"

"See!"

"Ok. Well just tell him that you're at a party and can't drive because you've been drinking and that you'll be home tomorrow. OK?"

"OK!"

Marcus busily thumbed a message on his phone back to Damien.

''I'll let you know when I've spoken to Steve."

"Thanks Mum. You're Ace! I'll head back to Johnno's now."

Marcus's phone sounded the arrival of another message. He checked the screen.

"Dad." he announced.

"be home by 10."

Marcus read the message out to Noella.

"What do I do?"

"Nothing for now. You ring me in the morning. OK?"

"OK."

As they stood in the foyer, Marcus at 6' 3" towered over her 5'8" frame. She reached up to plant a kiss on the cheek.

"Stay cool babe and we'll be fine."

"You're the best Mum!"

"I know!" she said with a high pitched laugh and she released her darling son back into the uncertainty of the big wide world.

As she heard Marcus's car disappear up the street she headed for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, looking to make friends again with that magic bottle of "Johnny Blue". Reaching to the back of the cabinet she found the beautiful bottle. Lifting it from the counter she put it up to the light.

"Shit! Nearly empty!"

She bent down to the storage cupboard under the cabinet.

"Yes! I knew I stole two from Damien!"

Finding her favourite Waterford tumbler she slopped a good measure into the cut crystal glass, then clinked in a handful of ice cubes.

As the first sip of scotch stung her mouth she felt anger surge through body.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck!.....Fuck you Damien! Fuck you! ........Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Noella was surprised by the unexpected sound. Putting the scotch down she went to the front door and opened it. Standing there was Julia. Pink singlet top and elasticised mini skirt that was stretched over her tight arse and even for a quick visit to a neighbour her her feet were adorned by hot pink stilettos. Her strawberry red hair was a little wild and fluffed indicating that she had come over in hurry.

"Are you OK honey?"

"Hi Julia. I'm fine. I guess I must have made a bit of noise? "

"You sure did!" Confirmed Julia as they stood in the foyer.

"Sorry. Come in."

"That would be lovely."

"It's just my shit head ex-husband again. Come into the kitchen and I'll get you a drink."

Julia opted for champagne over scotch and so Noella popped a bottle of Non-vintage Moet, splashing the foaming bubbles into a Waterford flute before topping up her tumbler. They settled on the redleather couch in the family room.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Julia asked in a concerned voice.

"There's not that much to tell. Damien somehow had me removed as a trustee of the kids family trust which has a lazy $2 million in it."

"Wow! That sucks!"

"It does! And he's made our son Marcus trustee instead and has been putting a whole lot of pressure on him to sign papers so that he can withdraw large amounts of money."

"What a bastard!"

"Yep! A bastard he is! To Marcus's credit, he's stood up to him and told him no. The problem is Damien's winding up the pressure, as he is want to do and its finally got too much for Marcus. He's come and asked for help this afternoon."

"No wonder you were swearing!"

"Yes I'm fucking pissed off!."

"What are you going to do?"

"I've got to ring Steve, the lawyer I work for and ask him to help Marcus."

"Sounds like a start. Is there anything I can do." asked as she reached across and put her hand on Julia's knee. "I still think about that night with the three of us...... It was amazing!"

Noella was surprised by Julia's approach.

"It was certainly an amazing experience!"

"Maybe it's time for another." Julia announced as she lent across to plant her lips on Noella's.

Noella balked.

"I don't know whether that's a good idea. I made a decision a while a back to be open to life's experiences. But after one of my first experiences I also decided I wanted to be in control.... and... this just feels like it's a little wild."

"Wild is good!" grinned Julia as she again tried to kiss Noella.

Should I do this?

Noella's resistance was now minimal, their lips touching causing a surge of passion to fill her body. Their tongues tangled as passion began to fill Noella's body.

God I never thought I'd be making love to a woman!

Julia's hand began to search out Noella's breasts through her U2 T-shirt.

'You have the greatest breasts." sighed Julia as she worked to her hands under the T-shirt and freed Noella's beautiful orbs from her bra. Just as she managed to grasp the left nipple between her thumb and forefinger they were disturbed a chiming sound.

"Shit!" they both exclaimed looking at each other.

"It's the bloody doorbell!" observed Noella as she stood trying to put her breast back inside her bra. She pulled her clothing in various directions so that everything was in its right place.

As she arrived at the door she paused for a moment to check herself in the mirror.

Yep! Looking good.

She stepped up and opened the door.

"Hi beautiful woman!"

It was Mark.

"Fuck!" She exclaimed.

"Well if that's how you feel I'll go!"

"No Mark! Don't go! You just caught me by surprise! Come in! Come in!"

"Ok." he relented as he entered the door and planted a firm kiss on her lips and wrapped her in his bear like arms. Noella flailed a little as she tried to break free.

"Hhmm." Julia cleared her throat as she stood in the living room.

"Oh you have company." exclaimed Mark feeling a little embarrassed.

"Do you remember Julia from when we rescued you from the delightful Jennifer?" she asked as shepherded him into the living room.

"How could I forget the amazing red hair!' he replied as he offered his hand to Julia which she promptly ignored and she stepped up and reaching out with right hand, she placed it hand at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to hers. She voraciously attacked his sensuous lips, their tongues twisted in a passionate knot.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as Julia released him from their embrace. "Well I never!"

"Very tasty!" proclaimed Julia as she ran her hand down the length of Mark's torso before exploring his crutch through his trouser.

"Shit Julia! Your incorrigible!" declared Noella.

"I just know an opportunity when I see one" she said as she rubbed her hand up and down Marks;' crotch. "You like that don't you Mark?"

"Sure! I always love having a beautiful woman playing with my cock."

"So are going to let me do all the "hard" work?" Julia asked, staring at Noella.

"Very funny! You seem to know what your doing."

"She certainly does!" agreed Mark with a smile on his face.

Noella took a step towards Julia and planted her lips on Julia's.

"Whoa! That's not what I was expecting." he declared.

Noella released her bond with Julia's mouth.

"Do you want some too?" she asked.

"Of course!" he responded.

Noella gently attached her lips too his, enjoying the the texture of their rippled surface.

"Mmm. I forgot how good you taste." she revealed as she joined Julia in massaging the rather pronounce bulge in Mark's pants. Again she found Julia's lips and enjoyed the contrast in the sensation, as they again tantalised each other with darting movements of their tongues.

"You like watching?" asked Julia.

"How can you tell?" he asked.

"Your dick just went super hard!" Julia laughed. "Maybe we should just let you watch us kiss?"

"That would be like torture!"

"We couldn't do that to him Julia. I think he deserves a little fun." interjected Noella.

"I agree!" and in a flash she had freed his rather substantial pole from his trousers.

"Nice one!" she observed as slowly slid her hand alone it's length.

"It is a nice size!" agreed Noella as if she was talking about a recently caught fish.

"Are you two going to stand their and talk all night?"

"Patience my dear." advised Julia as she continued to admire Mark's beast of a cock.

"It's big enough to have a banquet!" Noella laughed. "Are we going to share?"

"Of course. You want first helping?"

"No you go first."

Not needing any further encouragement Julia fell to her knees. Taking Mark's rod firmly in hand at the base she rolled her tongue over the tip.

"Oooooooooooooooh." Mark groan. "You've done this before?"

"A couple of times." she giggled as swooped down on the whole thing, before developing a slow piston like action. Not wanting to be left out, Noella again applied her mouth to Marks, their tongues meshing in a passionate kiss, whilst he searched the front of her T-shirt to fondle the round mounds that were her breasts. Sensing that Mark wanted more than a mere feel, Noella relinquished their kiss for a short moment to pull her t- shirt over head, then reached behind to release her bra.

"Is this what you want?" she asked as her beautifully orbed breasts swayed as if in the breeze.

"They're incredible!" he replied as cupped her right breast from underneath as he traced the edge of nipple with his tongue.

"Mmmm." she groaned. "I love that."

He continued to outline the edge of her nipple a number of times before flicking the tip of her nipple.

"Oh yes." she sighed as the nipple stood hard and proud.

"Would you like me lick the other one?"

"Definitely." she replied, shifting her torso so that Mark could get access to her other breast. He diligently worked the left nipple which quickly hardened.

That is so good!.

"Do you want some of this?" questioned Julia as she took a break from feasting on Mark's cock.

"Definitely!" exclaimed Noella as she loosened Marks grip on her nipple. Deftly she slid off her flats then unzipped her jeans which she quickly slid off, leaving her dressed only her sheer French knickers.

This seemed to indicate to Julia that she should also shed her clothing. Quickly she removed her bra and G-string, leaving only her tall pink heels. As they stood there naked, Julia cupped one of Noella's arse cheek, pulling her towards her where she gently kissed Noella before taking her turn to devour Noella's gorgeous tits.

Noella drifted off into a zone of pleasure as Julia lovingly consumed her full breasts.

"Fuck Julia!" she groaned as she enjoyed the velvety texture of her tongue, as it slid over her skin. Responding to this delightful attention, she slid her hand down Julia's flat stomach to the place of her sex, gliding her hand between her legs, searching out her clitoris with her forefinger. She then gently slid it between Julia's lips which were moist from pleasure.

"Oh Noella................shit!"

"There you two go again!" whinged Mark as he stood their with a very rigid pole.

"Oh poor Marky!" responded Noella. "Feeling left out are we? Let me do something about that."

Removing her finger from its busy work, she clasped Julia's inside leg and gently guided her outwards and sideways so that she had the beautiful body of Mark to her side and Julia a little to the front and side. Gently she removed Julia's pursed lips from her nipple.

"I was enjoying that?" sighed Julia

"So was I." admitted Noella as she bent to kneel on the floor, her mouth now "cock high" to Mark's engorged penis so to speak. She also had Julia's sweet pussy within easy reach and again she began to titillate Julia's clit.

"Yes! That's good." Julia cried.

Now she grasped Mark's rigid dick with other hand.

"My friend." she murmured as she slid her mouth over and down his cock in one smooth and easy motion.

"My God Noella! I'd forgotten how good you are." he admitted.

"Thank you." she mumbled over his cock.

She grasped his balls, cupping them gently in her palm, whilst she slurped on his thick meat, maintaining a steady rhythm on Julia's clit.

That's what I call multi-skilling!

Julia and Mark's noises of enjoyment began to fill the room.

"Jesus!" Julia cursed. "I need cock!'

"I think you should have this one" advised Noella as she gave it a gentle stroke.

"Yes! I want it now!"

"It's yours!" confirmed Noella as she stood to her feet giving Mark a powerful kiss that almost bruised his lips. Turning she passionately locked lips with Julia as she took a strong grip of Mark's dick.

"Come with me 'big boy'." she commanded, leading him like a dog on a leash, maintaining her firm grasp on his penis. She walked him across to the end of the room like a puppy on a leash to where the red leather couch stood, fronted by a solid marble coffee. Julia followed, cheekily giving his butt a gentle tweak. Noella thought the coffee table was a bit ostentatious but she loved its texture.

As they reached the table she gave Mark a firm command

"Sit!" It was as if they were at puppy school.

"I'm not a dog!" he objected.

'Maybe. But I've got hold of your dick."

"That you have." he admitted, sitting obediently on the end of the table.

"That's what I call control!" laughed Julia.

"Now lie down." commanded Noella, still playing puppy master.

"Why?"

"You'll see!" she said as she pushed his shoulders backwards, so now he was lying on the coffee table with his butt on the edge of the table and his feet planted on the floor. She gave his cock another gentle stroke.

"It's all yours." she said to Julia.

"Great." eagerly replied Julia, as she stepped up to to the coffee table. She planted her left pink shoe on the floor next to the table and stepped over Mark's towering cock to plant her right shoe on the table. Taking hold of the tip of Mark's rigid rod, she gently bent her knees so that her womanhood was delicately connecting with Mark's cock. Slowly she flexed her knees further so that she glided down the dick in one smooth motion.




Dressed To Kill Ch. 10



"Oh!" she exclaimed.

She swivelled her hips back and forth as she accommodated the whole of Mark's shaft.

"Fuck!" he cried.

Noella took the opportunity, as Julia paused on the cock, to step onto the coffee table. Facing Julia she placed her feet either side of Mark's head. Like Julia before her, she flexed her knees and so planted her pussy on Mark's face. Eagerly he feasted on her sex as Julia began to rise and fall on his long thick dick.

"Oh Mark! You are magnificent!" groaned Julia.

"And so are you!" he replied, his answered muffled as mouth was deep in Noella's pussy.

.

Julia began to urgently pump up and down on Mark's cock. Her face contorting with passion as she sated her appetite for his thick meat.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

The seeds of pleasure rose from deep within her as climatic joy overwhelmed her, as she frantically drove his cock into her dripping pussy orgasm coursing through her body like electricity.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, as she eventually paused from her frenetic fucking, her chest heaving from her vigorous effort .

She sat there for a moment to compose her self, Marks rigid penis still deep within her.

"Fuck........I think it's your turn Noella." she panted as she slowly stood, releasing Mark's cock. Noella also stood.

I'm ready!" she announced as stepped off the coffee table, her breasts bouncing with her steps.

"Sit up big boy!" she commanded as she walked around to the end of the table. Placing one foot either side of Mark's hips, she then placed her hands around his neck, allowing her to lower herself onto his cock. Teasingly she bounced on the tip.

"You've haven't changed have you?" Mark observed. "Always the tease!"

"No teasing. Just maximum pleasure." she answered.

"It's fucking awesome!"

Just as he finished his words, Noella dropped down to encompass the whole of his cock.

"Fuck!" he cried.

Using her grip around Mark's neck as leverage and her planted feet as a fulcrum her body was cantilevered over the edge of the table. Flexing her knees she glided along his stiff cock.

Fucking wonderful.

"Oh Mark!" she groaned, her sex wet from Mark's eager and sensual tongue, she easily accommodated his thick meat.

Julia sat on the couch, a finger deep inside her as she watched Noella slip easily up and down the firm mast. At first her rhythm was steady and firm before slowing to a staccato type motion, pausing at the top and bottom of each stroke.

"Holy fuck Noella!'" he cried.

Noella merely groaned in response as she concentrated on her sensual work. She then changed to a mixture of feathering his tip with delicate short strokes and a deep hip grinding motion.

"Shit! Noella! You'll make me come doing that!"

"Isn't that the idea!"

Seeming to wanting to take control Mark grasped her firmly around the waste before standing, Noella was now suspended above the floor, skewered on Mark's cock. Industriously he replaced Noella's varied motion with powerful stroking as he stood in the middle of the room,

"Come on Mark! Fuck me!" she demanded.

This spurred him onto long energetic action. Hanging on for the ride, Noella matched his rhythm with own hip action. The slapping of their naked flesh echoed through the room with each mutual thrust and their grunts of pleasure grew inexorably in volume.

Then Mark turned towards the couch. Noella still pumping his cock. He lay her on her back on the couch, it's support of her body gave Mark extra purchase for a piston like pumping of Noella's pussy. Mark vigorously exerted his full strength as his thrusting reached a crescendo.

'Yes Mark! Yes!" she cried.

Julia watched on from her vantage point, Mark and Noella's passionate action spurring her on to increase the intensity of her personal pleasuring. She groaned deeply as sweet orgasm again overtook her body.

Mark grunted deeply, it being apparent he was soon to reach the peak of his ecstasy. Noella once again dug her fiery red nails into the flesh of his back as orgasm exploded through their bodies.

Mark delivered his final strokes with vigour and power as Noella deliriously spasmed in orgasm, her screams of delight drowning out Marks guttural groans as his cock exploded, releasing its creamy load.

Mark collapsed on top of Noella exhausted from his joyful exertion. Noella reached up to kiss his lips, her body tingling from her meteoric orgasm.

"Holy fuck!" she proclaimed.

"A holy fuck it was!" agreed Julia as she leaned forward from her position on the couch to deliver sensuous kisses to both Mark and Julia.

For a couple of minutes they lay their recovering from the delightful exertion. Then Noella got them drinks, champagne for girls, scotch for the boy as they headed outside to the warm spa.

The spa was snuggled in an enclosed area between the glass wall of Noella's family room and the abutting side wall of Julia's townhouse. The spa, which was round in shape, was sunk into the ground and was surrounded by artificial turf. There were two reclining sun lounges and a round table and chairs which had a folded sun umbrella spiked through the hole in its centre.

Noella removed the floating cover from the spa to reveal a bubbling pool of hot water. As they stepped into the warm water, Mark's penis was already hard through Julia's gentle attention. He sat on the seat that ran around edge of the spa, Noella and Julia each taking a seat on each side of him.

Soon they were entangled in a wild tryst with Noella again impaled on Mark's thick cock as he sat on the edge of the spa, swivelling her hips were vigour. As she greedily consumed his long rod, Julia stood on the ledge that was the seat of the spa, so that her breasts were at Mark's mouth height, allowing her to feed him her nipple, on which he feasted voraciously. She swooned at the sensation, her nipple hardening and her body tingling with joy.

Noella's action became more urgent as bliss surged through her body,causing involuntary squeals of pleasure to escape from her mouth.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as she convulsed with ecstasy. "Oh my God." she sighed as she joyfully collapsed.

"I think it's your turn." she said to Julia as she gingerly lifted herself off Mark's cock, which was still obediently standing to intention.

Julia placed one knee on the spa edge and balanced herself with her other foot plated on the spa ledge so that she kneeling over the edge, her pussy sitting at perfect height for Mark to enter.

"Come on Mark." she commanded.

Mark didn't need a second request, as she waited in anticipation of his thick wad. Standing behind her eased himself inside her, as she gently assisted by reaching back between her legs. She gasped as his largeness.

"Oh yes Mark."

Grasping her buttocks with each hand, he began long easy strokes, delighting at the pleasure of her moistness. Gradually he increased his intensity as Julia moved to meet his motion. Noella sat on the edge of the spa, recovering from her exertion, watching the passion play out in front of her.

Steadily their urgency escalated as they became overcome by their mutual pleasure.

"Come on! Fuck me!" she urged.

Mark's grip on her butt tightened as drove his cock with force as he thrust urgently into his lover.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she screamed as orgasm erupted within her.

"Yes Julia! Yes!" He cried as ecstasy exploded through his body.

They stood there connected for a moment before he put his hands around her slim waist lifting from the edge of the pool and carrying her gently as he sat on the ledge of the spa, Julia sitting neatly on his lap as they regained their breath.

He bent down to kiss her passionately and Noella slid over to give sensuous kisses to their lips.

An hour later they emerged from from the spa, their bodies massaged by a tirade of warm bubbles, feeling luxuriated by a combination of hot sex, hot water and alcohol. Inside they redressed and exchanged passion filled kisses as Julia returned to her own townhouse and Mark got into his silver Benz and drove into the darkness.

Noella had a quick snack of toasted cheese on toast and prepared for bed, her head spinning with the events of the day.

What a ride it has been this weekend! I am the "new" Noella!.......... Is this the ride I want to take?

She lay her tired and sated body into the comfort of her bed and was soon asleep.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 11



I apologise for the delay in posting this, but a recent death in my family and then an extended stay in hospital after an emergency operation, has made it difficult to complete the chapter. I hope you find it worth the wait!

Best regards,

Gray



Chapter 11



Noella had set her alarm early so that she could make an early call to Steve and so by 8am she was up and dressed in jeans and lacy top with some fire red heels, breakfasted and on the phone. The weekend now seemed like a dream and she stilled couldn't believe how things had evolved.

My God....did I really do that? My God it all seemed like a wild ride where I had no control!

"Hi Steve. Sorry for ringing you so early but I have a problem."

She went onto to detail the whole Marcus and Damien scenario. Steve listened intently and registered his concern at Damien's action of changing trustees and was worried about the security of the funds in the trust. He told Noella that because he was her lawyer he couldn't represent Marcus, but he told her that he would ask an old friend of his from Law school, Martin Stevenson, to look after Marcus's interest. 

"You're sure he'll take care of Marcus? Damien is really putting him under the pump."

"I trust him emphatically." he told Noella.

"Martin is an old friend and an amazing lawyer and he will ensure Marcus and the trust are protected 100%."



"Don't worry Noella. We've handled Damien before and we'll handle him again."

"Great. That makes me feel better.Thank you Steven."

He took Marcus's mobile number to pass onto Martin so that he could arrange a meeting to discuss the situation.

Steve then went onto tell her that they had found some information about Manta Pty Ltd and it seemed that it's ownership was hidden beneath many layers of holding companies but he was confident that they were close discovering who was ultimately behind the company.

"But I've saved the best news for last!" he revealed. "We'll have the car back for you on Wednesday."

"Wooohooo!" she squealed. "I'll have my baby back!"

"I thought that would make you happy!"

"Again. Thank you. You're amazing!'

"I know." he chuckled. "See you in the office Wednesday."

"See you Wednesday." With that she hung up the phone feeling much relieved and a little burst oh happiness lifted her up. She then dialled Marcus to tell him that Steve was going arrange a meeting with Martin and himself to sort out the issues with the trust. Marcus was relieved and promised he would ring Noella after the meeting.

Then she rang Jodie with the good news about her car and asked her to thank Paul for the lend of the car and that she would return it some time on Wednesday.

Now how can I thank them?..... What would be unique?

She turned to her coffee machine and watched as it delivered its magical coffee elixir a light bulb went off in her head.

Could I do that?......Is that appropriate? She did seem to like what Suzie had borrowed from Julia!

She sat at the kitchen counter with favourite mug full to the brim with a strong latte'.

Why not? Why be timid?

Noella was just fleshing out her plan in her head when her I-Phones beeper echoed through the kitchen. Reaching over to the end of the bench where it lay, she picked it up, and after unlocking the password saw it was a message from an unknown number. Warily she clicked on the message which opened instantaneously. It was from Josh!

"Hi Babe! Got ur numbr from Jeanette. Thank u for a fucking orsum nite! Lol!!!!!! Can we catch up?

Noella's thoughts flashed back to Saturday night and the "sex tree" and she could feel desire flashing through her body.

Don't have time for this right now.

"Maybe?" she typed quickly.

She went back upstairs to do her teeth, makeup and hair. She passed inspection in the big mirror and headed back down stairs, collecting her red clutch and phone on her way to the garage and the little Mazda 2 that looked sweet but totally out of place in her garage. She jumped in and punted it up the steep drive in a flurry of engine revs.

Dior sun glasses on and looking good, she headed for a little shop in Ormond, which was the next suburb over, that she had read about in the local paper. She was hoping to find something unique for Jodie. Something that would express her appreciation for the loan of the cute little red car. She had already decided a bottle of single malt scotch would do the trick for Paul

Ten minutes later she was parking the car out the front of a little group of vibrant shops. Pushing the button on the key the Mazda locked with a bleep. Noella strolled passed cute cafes , high end fashion shops and one exquisite jewellery shop where she drooled at a magnificent ruby and diamond ring.

Behave Noella! You're here for Jodie. The ring can happen another day!

Next to the jewellery shop was a little shop all decked out in the red, white and blue of the French flag. A signed proclaimed, "La Boutique De L'Amour!" 

Shop of Love! This could be interesting!

The shop window was filled with mannequins dressed in all manner of skimpy lingerie the like of which Noella had never seen before. Sassy, revealing, classic, sexy, floral, bright, vibrant, black. They were all there.

Looks perfect! This will be ideal!

After spending a minute admiring the window Noella moved to the doorway which was guarded by two fake standard poodles with diamante collars.

Cute!

The inside of the store was like a slice of Paris with murals of different parts on of the city. Cafes on the Champs Elysees, the Eiffel tower, Arc De Triumph, the Seine and Notre Dame. In front of each mural were racks of the stores specialty high end lingerie. To the right there were three small blue and white striped tent like structures which apparently served as the dressing rooms.

As Noella made it to the centre of the store a voice came from doorway.

"Bonjour!"

The feminine voice was unmistakably French.

"Bonjour." replied Noella as she gave thanks to high school French.

As the voice's owner appeared from the shadow, Noella could see an elegant and curvaceous figure dressed in a tight red and white horizontally striped top, black figure hugging pencil line skirt, black fishnet stockings and savage black stiletto heeled shoes. Very Parisienne.

"Can I help?"

"I hope so. I hope so. I am looking for a present for a special friend."

"I'm sure I can help. What does he like?" her French accent making everything sound so beautiful and lyrical.

"No, no, no! You don't understand. It's a lady."

"Oh! You like the ladies! No problem. We can help."

"No, no, no! You don't understand! She is a friend! Not a lover."

"Oh a friend." replied the French woman, still not really understanding.

"Yes! She is one of my best friends." explained Noella. "She and her husband leant me a car after mine was stolen. I want to say thank you!"

"You want something to wear for them both.....you have a menage au trois?"

"No, no, no! I want to buy her something for her to wear for husband."

"They are not your lovers?"

"No!"

"You want something sexy for her?"

"Yes!"

"Sacre' bleu!" she cried. "Ok, something sexy for the friend. Bra and pantie? Suspenders? Corset? Body stocking? Cat suit? Stockings?"

"Corset maybe."

The sales lady who was a little taller than Noella walked over to a rack of lingerie which was in front of the Champs Elysees and started pulling clothing off rack.

"Red? Black? Floral? Leather? Latex?" she announced as she held a sample each style.

"I think classic black. Maybe hot pink.... and........floral."

"Oui. Noir, pink and les fleurs." she confirmed as she whipped a number items from the racks.

"Are you going try them on for her?"

"Do you think I should?"

"You want her to be sexy?"

'Of course."

"Then Madam should try." she advised with a rather severe firmness."We will use number one."

She guide Noella to the first little tent and ushered her inside where a chaise lounge sat along one side and an antique looking chair sat in a corner opposite, with mirrors running along the two side and rear walls.

"My name is Justine." she announced as dropped the pile of lingerie on the chaise lounge.

"Hello Justine. My name is Noella."

"That is French? Non?"

"Yes it is French."

"Very good. Which one would you like to try first?" Justine asked, seeming to soften after learning of Noella's French name.

"I think the floral is pretty, so I think I will try that first."

"Ma oui. Little roses or petit fleurs."

"Roses I think."

"Oui." agreed Justine as she rustled through the pile of clothes to pull out a white corset with little red roses all over it. "Here we are."

She passed the corset to Noella.

"I leave you for a moment. Would you like me to get some stockings to try?"

"That would be lovely."

Justine left through the flap like door and Noella started to get changed. Soon she was standing in front of the mirrored walls,the effect was stunning. The corset framed her breasts, emphasising their size and shape.

Looks great! Might even have this one for myself!

Justine returned with some white fishnet stockings in hand.

"You look superbe'." her French accent sounding beautifully melodic.

"Thank you." replied Noella as she bunched up a stocking and fitted over her foot before sliding easily up her leg to attach it to the suspender clasp that hung from the corset, Justine appearing to watch with great interest. Noella did the same with second stocking before sliding on her red stilettos. She stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the room.

Definitely going to get this one for me!

"C'est Magnifique!" exclaimed Justine as she looked Noella up and down admiringly.

"Can I try the pink one?"

"Of course." replied Justine as she found the hot pink corset in the pile.

In a few minutes she was again standing in front of the mirror, the fluro pink semi-sheer corset highlighting Noella's tight figure, with skin tone sheer stockings set the whole thing off.

"Ooh la la! Madame likes?" exclaimed Justine as stood behind Noella adjusting the corset fasteners before running her hand down Noella's back and down her ass.

What was that!

"Madame likes! Perfect for your friend?"

"Excellent! Will Madam being trying the black?" and she held up a black corset.

"Why not! We're on a roll."

Noella began shedding the exotic pink corset.

"I will get some more stockings to match."

"Great." replied Noella as she slipped on the black corset and lacy briefs. The lace bodice of the corset was etched with a floral design, the cups holding her breasts were sheer, with the pattern continuing to trace a pattern over her skin, giving an alluring effect, her nipples peaking out from beneath the flowery pattern. Whilst she waited for Justine to return she noticed in a corner, two pairs of high heeled shoes that had seemingly been left, after being tried on by a previous customer. One pair was white paten leather with chrome spike heels. The other were a beautifully curvaceous pair with tiny black sparkling sequins allover. Noella picked up the sexy black heels.

Hmm. Love them! Might have to steal these!

At that moment Justine returned with a bundle of black stockings in hand. The bundle looked rather bulky for stockings, but Noella didn't give it a thought.

"You try these." she commanded curtly as she pulled a pair of semi-sheer seamed black stockings from the bundle. Noella obediently pulled on the stockings, snapping them into the suspenders that dangled from corset. She then slipped on the sequinned shoes before inspecting the result in the mirror.

Yes! I love it. This one is for Noella.

"Tres' magnifique!" exclaimed Justine as she again stood behind her to get the best view of Noella's outfit.

There it is again!

This time the contact was not a mere brushing of skin. It was a cupping of her arse cheek, with a gentle squeeze.

"Madame is very beautiful.' sighed Justine as should stood only inches behind back. "Your derrière is tres fantastique!"

All of a sudden Justine's slender hand with black polished nails, reached from behind to cup Noella's right breast.

Holy fuck! I don't believe it!

"Thank you for noticing." replied Noella somewhat formally, frozen to the spot not really knowing how to respond.

Soon Justine's right hand joined the left, fondling Noella's nipples through the sheer bodice. Pleasure started to seep into Noella's body, releasing her from her frozen state. A low groan escaping from her lips.

This encouraged Justine to be bolder as she leaned over to slide he tongue around the edge of Noella's ear. Noella's skin burning from the contact.

"I want to lick your nipples." disclosed Justine as she gently turned Noella to face her.

Placing her fingers on the top of the bodice. She gently slid it down a little so Noella's breasts were now exposed. She lowered her mouth and flicked the tip of the right nipple with her tongue before turning her attention to the left , which quickly joined the right nipple in becoming hard and erect. Satisfied that her work there was done, she lifted her mouth to place her lips sensuously on Noella's. Delicately her tongue danced with Noella's, the heat of desire rising within Noella.

Wow! Tastes like cayenne pepper! Not cherry chap stick. Holy shit! She is sizzling!

They stood their for a minute tangling and untangling their tongues.

"Should I kiss your breasts?" asked Noella.

Before she knew it, Justine had removed her top to reveal a low cut red bra with white embroidered flowers.

"Vite! Vite!" urged Justine.

The bra barely covered her nipples and so Noella peeled the bra down to expose Justine's firm pert breast. As she sucked the first nipple an almost growling sound escaped from Justine's mouth.

"Oui! Oui!"

Noella shifted her mouth to the other breast and grasped the released nipple between her forefinger.

She is amazingly delicious!

Justine' s body quivered each time Noella touched her skin. Justine fairly ripped her blouse from her body as Noella searched every detail of her breasts. The bumps of her nipples and the folds of the her skin.

My God! She is incredible.

Justine then wriggled out her of tight black skirt to reveal the hold up fishnet stockings and a diaphanous black G-String. Free of the constraints of her clothes she now guided Noella to the chaise lounge. As Noella stood with her back to the elaborate piece of furniture she went to sit as she thought Justine had wanted.

"Non, non!" Instructed Justine as she gently clasped Noella's left thigh, guiding Noella to rest the glittering heeled shoe on the chaise lounge. Justine now traced her tongue around Noella's nipples before tracing a weaving line down the length of Noella's body. Noella shivered at the silky contact as Justine reached her desired destination, which lay between Noella's thighs. She slid the lacy briefs down Noella's legs and gently prised Noella's lissome legs apart. 

"Magnifique!" she exclaimed as she delicately traced Noella's tightly trimmed mound with her fore finger before dipping her tongue into the honeypot of pleasure.

"Mmmmm." moaned Noella.

Justine's lively tongue now deftly explored the crevices and folds of Noella's thighs and lips, teasing and probing for the places of deepest pleasure.

Justine abruptly paused her delicious work as she turned as she to sit on the floor with her back to the chaise lounge. She leaned her head back so that it rested on the lounge.

"Bend your knees." she commanded in her elegant French accent. Noella immediately obeyed, flexing the her knees so her pussy again came in contact with Justine's busy tongue. Expertly Justine flickered at Noella's clit.

"Holy shit!" Noella groaned.

Reaching up a little Justine slid her pointed tongue inside Noella. 

"My God Justine!" Noella cried as Justine reached up to caress Noella's clit with her finger, as she continued penetrate Noella's sex with her tongue.

"Fuck Justine! I'm going to come!" cried Noella. Justine increased the speed of her tongue and finger, Noella's body shaking with desire as ecstasy rippled through her body.

"Tres magnifique!" observed Justine as Noella stood for a still for a moment as she recovered from her Justine's pleasuring.

"You fuck me now?" she asked she removed her G-string to reveal a Brazilianed pussy. She stood to find the pile of stockings from which she pulled an enormous black dildo that she had apparently secreted amongst the stockings she had gathered from outside.

"That is huge!" Laughed Noella.

I'll like it big." advised Justine as she moved to lie the length of the chaise lounge. "You sit on my face and fuck me."

Noella, understanding what Justine wanted, stood next to Justine's face before stepping with her left foot, still adorned by the sequinned black shoe, over Justine's head to secure a foot hold on chaise, the other foot still grounded on the floor. Taking the huge rubber cock from Justine, she lowered herself so that she was kneeling on the chaise lounge, stretching forward so her face was now hovering above Justine's sweet sex. She felt the delicate touch of Justine's tongue again searching to give her pleasure.

She paused for a moment, distracted by the gorgeous sensations that again began to swirl through her body. She slid the black monster along the lips of Justine's sex, causing them to part just slightly before she deftly sought to plunge the big rod into Justine's eager pussy.

"Ooooooh.!" gasped Justine as Noella gently searched deeper and deeper before sliding it out and over Justine's clit with several up and down motions.

"Oh fuck. Oui,oui!" she moaned as Noella quickened her motion, before again inserting the monster cock into Justine's eagerly awaiting pussy.

Noella developed a steady rhythm as Justine rewarded her with lively pleasuring of her clit. Together they gasped and groaned, their mutual bliss growing with each stroke and flutter of tongue.

"Yes Justine! Yes!" Noella cried as she drove the black cock with increasing intensity as she searched to tip Justine over the orgasmic cliff, her body quivering as the tide of orgasm coursed through her body, squeals of joy escaping from her lips. This interrupted her diligent stimulation of Noella's sex. Teetering on the precipice of delight, Noella applied her finger vigorously to allow her to fall over the delicious edge, causing her to emit sighs of satisfaction from deep within.

After the swell of desire had subsided, Justine sat upright and leant across to apply a sensuous kiss to Noella's lips.

"Merci beacoup!" she exclaimed. "You are truly fantastique!"

"So are you." replied Noella as returned Justine's thanks with another kiss. She almost had to shake her head to clear it, as the whole encounter seemed as if she was in a dream.

Whilst Noella got dressed, Justine stood at the counter in all her gorgeous nakedness, gift wrapping the hit pink corset and knickers, for Jodie, throwing in some matching sheer stockings for free. She then wrapped the floral and black sets in pink tissue paper before placing them in carry bags and presented them to Noella.

"These are for you, no charge, my beautiful lover." And she gave Noella a luscious kiss on the lips.

Noella felt surreal as she walked out of the shop with three red, white and blue carry bags of beautiful lingerie. She wondered whether anybody could possibly have guessed what had just taken place in the pretty little boutique. As she turned to open the car, she noticed that there was a back in one hour sign stuck to the door.

So that's why we weren't interrupted!.......Two corsets for Noella. One for Jodie! Lucky Noella!




Dressed To Kill Ch. 11



Laughing to herself, she loaded the shopping bags in the car and sliding behind the wheel she turned for home, her head spinning in amazement.

Oh universe what are you doing to me. So many sexual encounters.........And so many with women! What have I done? What is happening? 

Arriving home she made herself a coffee and prepared to ring marcus to see how his meeting with Martin had gone.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 12



This fills the story out, so stay with me as its will hot up next chapter. I promise!

Thanks for reading.

Gray.

Tuesday was a day of calm in comparison to Monday. She had the three kids over for dinner and as they talked over their meal she found everything had calmed down with Damien. He was actually treating them well, even though Marcus, had put Damien in his place.

She awoke excited on Wednesday, for this was the day she was going to get her beloved Mercedes back. She rose at seven o'clock, showered, dressed in a smart trouser suit, breakfasted and left for work by seven thirty, with her precious gifts for Jodie and Paul in her hand. She took the Mazda for the last time.

At two minutes to nine she breezed in the door of the legal practice. Steven was standing at the front desk talking to Stephanie the receptionist.

"Hi Noella." he chirped.

"Hi Steven. Hi Stephanie." she bubbled.

"We'll leave at ten?"

"Sure. Can we take the Mazda and drop of it at my friend Paul's office on the way back."

"Yep. That sounds like a plan."

"Good. See you at ten."

"See you then." 

Noella waltzed off to her office, a spring in her step.

Ten thirty came and Steven and Noella were pulling up outside a dodgy looking car yard in North Melbourne in the the Mazda 2. Noella's heart wias a flutter with the excitement of being reunited with her beautiful red chariot. They walked in to a seamy looking office and were greeted by a young woman whose hair was bleached white and her face was covered with trowelled on make up. She wore a skin tight mini skirt which didn't really cover her ample butt and a neon pink tank top that struggled to tame her double D breasts.

"Wot da ya want?" she drawled in a broad western suburb's drone.

"We've come to pick up a stored vehicle." announced Steven in his best lawyer voice as he showed her a release form that took from his jacket pocket.

She looked at the form for a few seconds.

"Con!" she bellowed a the top of her voice. "Come ere!"

There was a rustling at the back of the workshop which adjoined the office and a bald headed gentleman in oily overalls appeared from behind a car.

"Whacha ya want, Cheryl?"

"This guy wants to collect the red Benz."

By this time he had reached the office and Noella could detect a distinct waft of body odour.

"Yeah. Nice car that Benz!" he observed as he looked at the paperwork over Cheryl's shoulder. Noella hoped the had looked after her car better than he looked after his personal hygiene.

"It is." agreed Noella.

"Yep. Paperwork looks good to me. Wanna follow me?" he asked. He took a key of a large board on the office wall before guiding them through the main garage and outside to a smaller garage, which stood a the back of the lot. When they reached the shed he lifted the roller door that sealed the garage. As it rose up it revealed a row of four cars parked neatly inside. A black Porsche, two Audi's and Noella's beloved convertible Mercedes.

"We keep all the good stuff out here." announced Con.

Noella was just glad that her car had been kept safely tucked away safe and sound. Con passed the key to the car to Steven. 

"Do you want to back it out."

"Is that OK?" he asked Noella.

"Yeah. Why not?"

The car beeped as the doors unlocked and Steven jumped behind the wheel. The engine fired up and he slowly reversed the car out of the garage and then got out, leaving the engine running.

"Ya wanna check her over and then ya can sign the release." advised Con.

"No problems." said Steven. He and Noella went over the inside and outside of the car to make sure it was still in perfect condition.

"Are you happy Noella?" asked Steven after they had been over the car with a fine tooth comb.

"i'm happy." she replied.

"OK. Gotcha driver's license?" asked Con. Noella rummaged through her hand bag.

"Here it is." she chimed as she passed it to Con who diligently took down her details.

"Sign here." he demanded, pushing the release in front of her nose, which she dutifully signed.

"Would you like to drive to Paul's office as reward for being so brilliant in finding it?"

"I'd love to!" he replied brightly. She quickly gave a quick run through the controls.

"So you'll follow me?"

"No probs!"

"Thanks Con." she said before walking to the Mazda and reversing it out the driveway. She drove up the road a little and waited for Steven. He pulled in behind and followed Noella to Paul's office in Moorabbin.

Forty five minutes later they pulled up in front of Greater World Imports which was Paul's company. They parked in the visitor bay and Noella alighted with her gifts in hand.

"Do you want to come in and meet Paul?" she asked Steven as he shut the door on the gleaming red Benz.

"Yeah. Why not?"

They went inside and climbed the stairs to the reception area which was decked out with displays of all the home wares they imported including cookware, knives and cooking utensils.

"Interesting!" observed Steven.

Noella told the receptionist that they were there to see Paul. She made a quick phone call and within a minute Paul strode out from behind the wall at the rear of the receptionist.

"Hi Noella!" he greeted her, giving a her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Paul." she replied. "This is my boss Steven Berry." 

"Hi Steven." he said greeting him with a firm hand shake.

"I'm returning the Mazda." she announced as she handed him the keys. "I'm so thankful for you lending it to me. It's been most helpful."

"Glad to be of help."

"Here are some gifts for you and Jodie." she offered.

"Why thank you." he said as he took the gifts from Noella.

"Now you're not to take a peek at Jodie's.OK?"

"OK."

She again gave him a kiss on the cheek, Steven shook his hand. They went back down to the car park. Noella slid behind the wheel of her beloved Benz and drove Steven back to the office, enjoying every moment of the twenty minute drive.

Noella flew through the rest of the day, be re-united with her car made her feel whole again. She couldn't wait to take the long way home to get re-acquainted with her.

A little after three. Her mobile rang and she grabbed it from the desk. It was Suzie.

"Hi babe! You near a computer?"

"Yes. What's this about?"

'"I have sent you an e-mail."

"Yeah I've got it." replied Noella as she scrolled through her inbox.

"Click on the link."

"Noella clicked on the link."

"What the fuck!" she cried as a picture formed on her screen.

"That's my house! That's my fucking house!"

"You're not selling are you Noella?" asked Suzie tentatively.

"No way!"

"Well what's going on?" asked a concerned Suzie.

There on Noella's screen was a large photo of her townhouse.

'Unit 2, Number 125 Fahrenheit St., Brighton.'

'Modern four bedroom townhouse. 2 large living areas. European kitchen. Granite benches. Spa. Triple car underground garage.'

"Expected Pricing Range: $2.5 Million."

Enquiries: Paul Jones – Rodgers Real Estate.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

"I don't know what's going on!" she cried. It felt like her life was starting to disintegrate again.

"I thought you needed to know."

"You did the right thing. I'll call you later when I've worked this out."

"Alright. I'll talk to you when you know more."

"By the way Have you spoken to Jodie?"

"No."

"You should."

"Okay. As soon as I've fixed this, I'll give her a ring."

"Good.Talk to you soon." and Suzie was gone.

Noella forwarded the e-mail to Steven and picked up the phone.

"Can I come and see you now. It's urgent."

"What's the matter Noella? You sound terrible."

"I need to see you."

"OK, OK. Come now."

In a flash she was in Steven's office.

"I sent you an e-mail. Open it and click on the link."

Steven obeyed.

"What's this he asked?" as the picture of Noella's house came into view.

"That's my house!"

"I didn't know you were selling?'

"I'm not!"

"Fuck! You're not selling. What the!..........Have you rung the agent?"

"No. A friend just sent that to me. I don't know what to do."

In a flash Steven was on the phone.

"Can I speak to Paul Jones?..........................Hi Paul. My name's Steven Berrt. I just saw a house on your web site....ah... Unit two, one hundred and twenty five Fahrenheit St."

"A beautiful house." Noella could hear Paul say over the phone. "Are you interested?"

"Very much. Could you fax me the Section 32 to me?"

Within five minutes the fax machine next to Steven's desk was whirring away. He pulled the pages off the machine and flicked through the pages.

"What are doing?" she asked.

"I'm looking for the Vendors Disclosure."

He found the details he was looking for.

"For fuck sake!" he yelled.

"What's wrong?"

"Look!" he pointed.

She looked over his shoulder to look where he was pointing. As she focussed she couldn't believe what she saw.

'Vendor: Manta Pty. Ltd.'

"Fucking Manta Proprietary Limited." he cursed.

"Shit!" she gasped. "They steal my car! Now that want to steel my house! Who is this? What did I do to deserve this?"

Steven had now had a moment to think. 

"We'll put a caveat on the house. That'll stop them from selling the house for now. Now we really have to find out who runs Manta!"

"Thank you Steven. I don't know what I'd do without you?"

"Don't worry. We'll fix these bastards!' he said with determination.

Still worried, she rang Suzie and told her that Steven was taking care of it. After she hung up, she that there for a few minutes trying to regain her composure.

My God! How can this be happening? What's happening to my life?

As she was packing up for the day Steven came past her office.

"Caveats done. It will be lodged in court first thing in the morning."

"How many times can I say thank you?"

"It's fine. We've known each other for a long time. There's no way I wouldn't help you. Now don't worry. Go home and relax. We can handle this. You won't lose your house."

"Thank you."

"Now go home."

The drive home wasn't as joyful as she had expected ,the shine of having her car back had been taken away by the threat to her beautiful house. As she drove past the front of her to get to the driveway she noticed a enormous bunch of flowers sitting on the front door step.

"Oh my God!" I wondered who they're from? I hope they're not from Mark!"

She sped down the ramp and quickly parked the car and climbed the steps that took her into kitchen. She dropped her bag on the bench and went to the front door opening to pick up the enormous bouquet. She struggled inside and carried the flowers into the kitchen and placed it on the bench and looked for the card. Finding it tucked under a leaf she opened the envelope.

"Dear Noella,

Thank you for the lovely gifts

They gave us a wonderful night!

Many thanks,

Jodie and Paul.

She poured herself a tumbler of scotch and had a gentle sip. As she made dinner for herself she gave Jodie a ring.

'Hi Jodie. It's Ella."

"Hi Ella. How are you doing?"

"I'm feeling better because someone sent me some beautiful flowers"

"Do you like them?"

"I love them, but there was no need, I was the who was supposed to do the thanking."

"They were just a little thank you for the beautiful lingerie."

"It was the least I could do and I thought you would love them."

"I do! And Paul loves them too!"

"Really! I thought he might."

"Well put it this way, we didn't get much sleep last night."

"Sorry. Is that my fault?"

"No. It was great. We made love like we used when were young."

"Where did you get the corset from?"

Noella told her "Le Boutique de Armour" and the incredible range they had.

"Sounds great!. I'll have to go and have a look. Might be able to drive Paul even more wild!"

"You just might!" Noella laughed.

Should I warn her about the wickedly delicious Madam Justine?

She decided not to.

Let's just see if anything happens!

She washed up after her meal and rang her kids who were all well. Feeling a little calmer she relaxed for the rest of the night with some word games on her tablet computer before going to bed hoping there would be no more surprises tomorrow.

Noella woke next morning to the sound of banging out the front of her house. She quickly pulled on a black silk dressing gown and some slip on heels and hurried down stairs and out the front door.

As she rushed down the path to the front of the townhouses she couldn't believe her eyes. There at the front of the property were two tradesman who had erected a framework for a sign and were just about to attach a large and bright 'For Sale' .

'Never to be missed opportunity! 2/125 Fahrenheit St. Mortgagees Sale'

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" screamed Noella. "Don't do that or I'll sue your sorry asses from here to eternity!"

The tradesman stood there frozen to the ground looking non-plussed.

"What's the problem luv?" the older of the two asked.

"Don't put that sign up! This house is not for sale!"

"We're just doing what we're told."

By this time Prue and Julia had joined Noella on the street.

"What's going on?" asked a flustered Prue

"I didn't know you were selling." said Julia.

"I'm not! Somebody is trying to sell it fraudulently! My lawyer has put a caveat on the house, but we're still trying to work out who's behind it."

Aa Noella spoke to Prue and Julia the men moved to continue to erect the sign.

"No! No! No!" she screamed as she threw herself in front of the frame, preventing the men from putting the sign in place. Prue and Julia joined her.

"You try and move us and we'll scream rape!" threatened Julia.

The tradesmen put the sign down and the older one reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone.

"Hi boss. It's George. Look we're at 2/125 Fahrenheit St. putting a sign up and there are some nut bag women saying if we put the sign up they're going to screen rape.... the main nut bag says it's not for sale.........Put her on? .........sure. Hey lady, the boss wants to talk to you"

"Hi, this is Noella Howson..........I'm the owner of this house. Your name is........hello Jeremy Peters........No I don't have a contract to sell with Rodgers Real Estate.........Somebody is trying to fraudulently sell the house and my lawyer has put a caveat on the house so even if they try it's not going to happen......If your guys try to put that sign up I'm going to sue your fucking arse off. I've got your number off the truck and you'll be hearing from lawyer within the hour......you want to speak to George........George. Jeremy wants to speak to you."

She hands the phone to George.

"Hi boss.....Okay we'll pack up and skip this one and go onto the next one. Okay. Bye." said George as he hung up. "You win lady but I think we'll be back."

"I wouldn't if I was you George." A thinly veiled threatening tone permeating her voice.

Now Stephanie and Jeanette arrived all dressed to work.

"What's going on?" asked Jeanette who looked liked a glamazon in a white silk shirt, black pencil line skirt and enormous black paten leather heels.

"Yeah. What's happening?" chimed in Stephanie who looked a lot less intimidating in floral pattern dress and flat shoes.

Julia quickly explained what was happening as Noella stood guard whilst the men dismantled the frame.

Jeanette walked over to where she was glaring at George and his mate.

"Are you okay?"

"Hi Jeanette. I'm okay. Just extremely pissed off."

"I can understand that. Can I help?"

"Yeah. You've got your phone?"

"Sure. Never without it."

"Could you take a photo of the sign on the truck so I can send it to my lawyer so he can sue their asses off!"

"I'd be glad to." replied Jeanette as she joined Noella scowling threateningly at George and his offsider.

Noella breathed a sigh of relief when the tradesmen's truck disappeared down the street.

"Anybody for coffee" she asked. All her neighbours said yes and they were soon inside drinking strong coffee as Noella rustled up some pancakes with a berry sauce, which everybody sat their enjoying.

"Can I look a that photo?" she asked Jeanette. "I need to ring Steven."

She was soon explaining the whole disaster to Steven who asked if she could send him the photo so that he could send the agent and the sign company letters. Jeanette obliged and Noella told Steven she would be at work soon, albeit an hour late.

"Don't worry. I understand but you are keeping me busy!" he laughed. "I can't believe there is so much going on in your life."

"I just wish life would get simpler." she told him.

She joined her neighbours to finish off her pancakes and they chatted happily. When there was a break in the conversation Prue piped up.

"Now everybody remembers that it's afternoon tea at my house on Sunday."

Noella had totally forgotten.

"Now it's not going to be afternoon tea, it's going to be a cocktail party."

There was a murmur of approval.

"So bring your favourite bottle of spirit, I will provide the necessaries for some old favourites. Okay?"

Everybody agreed.

"And one last thing ladies. It's cocktail dresses only."

More murmurs of approval followed.

"Great I'll see you at four."

Pancakes and coffee complete they all filed for the front door to get their days underway. As Jeanette was leaving, she pulled Noella aside.

"You know that Josh keeps talking about you at work. What did you do?"

"Not much?" Noella giggled out a white lie. She knew it had been an awesome night.

"Have you rung him?"

"I'm sorry Jeanette. I haven't. He messaged me but his timing was bad. There's so much going on at the moment, I kind of half blew him off."

"Well I'd give him a ring if I was you." she said with a wink.

"I will." confirmed Noella. "I will give him a ring"

Jeanette gave her kiss on the cheek and followed the others out the door.

Noella bolted upstairs and madly got ready for work. On her arrival Steven briefed her on the letters he had sent, but thankfully the rest of the day was uneventful.

At lunch time she rang Josh. She wasn't sure where this was going, but she had been letting life come to her and why should this situation be any difference?

"Hi Josh! It's Noella."

"Hi beautiful Noella. You've been avoiding me?"

"No. You just rang me at the wrong time. I had so much going on, I just couldn't give you the time I needed to. Okay? Do you forgive me?"

"Well that depends if you'll go out with me."

"Yes. I will go out with you. But a proper date.....No whips or tying up."

"Promise! No whips or tying up! How about a picnic Saturday?"

"A Picnic in May? It's a bit cool."

"I know the perfect spot. You'll love it!"

"Okay a picnic Saturday it is!"

"I'll pick you up at eleven."

See you at eleven!"

"Bye."

"Bye."

That was easy......A picnic! .....WTF!...I hope it's fun!

Friday brought lunch at the Larder. Suzie and herself arrived first and were sitting enjoying their first sip of Pino Grigio when a familiar figure, who they couldn't quite make who it was, walked towards them with a smile. It wasn't until the attractive woman reached the table that they realised it was Jodie.

"Jodie!" they both exclaimed. 

"Hello ladies." she smiled.

"Look at you!" gushed Noella.

"What have you done!" squealed Suzie.

"I just had a bit of an update." she announced as she did a little twirl next to the table.

"You look fabulous!" announced Noella.

"You do." agreed Suzie.

"Why thank you." she replied. 

"What happened?" asked Suzie.

"It's all Noella's fault." she said.

"How's that?" asked Noella a little defensively.

"Well she gave me this beautiful pink lingerie set for lending her the car." she began. "As I told Noella the other day, it lit a fire in our sex life."




Dressed To Kill Ch. 12



"Like me and Julia's lingerie." interrupted Suzie.

"That was the idea!" laughed Noella.

"Well, I started thinking if some lingerie can do that, what if I update everything! I looked in the mirror and all I saw was a school mum, dressed for picking the kids up."

"I think that's a bit harsh." commented Noella.

"No I don't think that was quite true." agreed Suzie.

"Well that's how I felt! There's a very ritzy hairdresser in North Brighton I've been meaning to go to, so I went and got a new cut and colour." She told them as she fluffed her hair a little.

"You like?"

"We love!" said Suzie.

"Yes. I love it!" confirmed Noella.

"I love it!" she declared.

At that moment the waiter arrived with a glass of wine.

"We ordered you one." said Noella.

"Thanks. Then I went to the little lingerie shop Noella told me about. It's amazing Noella. So much beautiful stuff!"

"I think I'll have to go." suggested Suzie.

"You could have warned me about Madam Justine." she laughed. "I told her you sent me and seemed like she was trying to make a pass at me."

"Really!" laughed Noella.

"I had to tell her that I only like men!"

"Did you?" asked Noella.

"I did! Then she was most helpful and I bought some beautiful stuff! And Paul thinks he is in heaven!"

"May be he should give me the scotch back." giggled Noella.

"Then I went a bought some new outfits and of course some new shoes and here I am."

"It certainly is a 'wow'!" said Noella honestly.

"More like WTF!" exclaimed Suzie.

They all laughed.

"But we could have come and helped you like Noella!" said Suzie.

"It was a spur of the moment thing and I wanted to surprise you!"

"That you did." chuckled Noella. "and Paul likes the new look?"

"He can't his hands off me! I love it!'

So began a long and joyful lunch. Noella left feeling happy and buoyant, the issues with the Damien and the house were not weighing on her so heavily and she felt happiness once again become the dominating emotion in her life. She felt strong and confident and felt that no matter what was thrown at her, with the help of Steven, she could handle it. 

The only blemish of the day was that she was certain that she 'Mr. Supermarket Tall Dark Handsome' walked past the window of the Larder a couple of times. 

Is he following me?

On the way home she took a detour to the nail salon on the way and got a new set of fiery red claws just for Josh and looked forward to a busy and fun weekend.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 13



Noella waited at the kitchen bench doodling around on her I-pad as she waited for Josh to arrive to pick her up for the picnic. Thinking it was likely to be cold. she was dressed in jeans, blouse, blazer, big wrap around scarf and her favourite pair of black knee high boots.

No way I'm going to freeze today!

From outside she heard a squawky little horn.

Must be Josh!

She picked up one her favourite Louis Vuitton bags and walked out the front. When she saw Josh she turned around and started walking back inside.

"Where are you going?" came a muffled a voice.

"You're joking aren't you?" she laughed.

"What's wrong?" asked the muffled voice. It was Josh who removed his motorcycle helmet as he dismounted his gleaming Harley Davidson, wearing jeans and a black monogrammed Harley jacket..

"If you think I'm some sort of "bikie bitch" then you're totally wrong!" she called as she continued to walk back inside.

"Stop!" he pleaded. "Don't go inside. All my other girls have loved my bike."

"Well I'm not an other and I'm not a girl!" she fairly spat.

"Okay! Okay. I made a mistake not asking you. Is there some way around this?"

"I'm thinking probably not!"

"Common Noella. Give a man a break."

"Well if you ask nicely I'll let you take my car."

"Please Noella. Can we take you your car? I promise I'll make it up to you."

"Alright. We can take my car. But you're driving. I don't drive on my own dates." she told him emphatically as she made him squirm a little more.

She went inside to bring the car up from the garage whilst Josh put his bike on the front porch of the house and locked it up. His jaw dropped as Noella pulled up in the red Mercedes with its top down, in front of the house.

"This is your car?" he half stuttered.

"I told you I wasn't ordinary?" she laughed.

"It's certainly beautiful....and you're happy for me to drive."

"Of course. I know you'll take care of it."

"That I will."

They toured down the Nepean Highway with the top down but the windows up, on a remarkably sunny day for May. Josh smiled as he enjoyed driving and Noella kept the music flow from the sound system.

Just before Dromana they turned off, taking the road to Red Hill and the Mercedes showed its true credentials as it swept easily around the winding roads up to Red Hill village where they stopped at the General Store.

"I'll just be a minute." he said "I've just got to pick up lunch."

"I was wondering what was going to happen," said Noella as she waited patiently in the car for Josh. He soon came back with an enormous box which contained their picnic lunch.

"How were you going to carry that on the motor bike?" she giggled.

"I don't know." Josh replied honestly. "I didn't think it would be this big! Lucky we did bring the car! Now, there's a couple of wineries just down the road here. I thought we could go and have a taste. Maybe buy a couple of bottles.

"Sounds good." Noella replied.

They spent the next hour visiting the Red Hill Winery and the quirkily named Ten Minutes By Tractor where they tasted some great wine. Noella bought a case of Chardonnay and a case of Pinot Noir. Josh bought some Pinot for them to have with their lunch. Noella looked wistfully at the beautiful vineyard restaurants as drove off for the mystery destination. Noella hoped Josh had planned this better than he had the motor bike and picnic lunch!

They swept down the road towards Somers on Western Port Bay.

"I hope you know where your going?"

"This I have sorted." he smiled as they toured along the narrow ti-tree lined road that was the main drag of Somers. They trundled past people walking and riding bikes, who were enjoying the unseasonably good weather for May.

"I hope you know where you're going." she reiterated.

"Have faith." he smiled as they drove right to the end of the road and turned right down and even narrower road before he carefully steered the car onto a little dirt road.

"Where are we?"

"We are nearly there." he announced as he put the left hand indicator on and pulled into a driveway that was closed off by a roller door, set at one end of a long two metre high wooden fence. Josh pulled out a bunch of keys from his pocked and flicked a small switch that set the roller door rising upwards which revealed a double carport, Josh drove in and the roller door closed behind them.

In front of them she could see a large timber house surrounded by trees with the water of Western Port Bay glinting behind them.

"Wow! This is something!" she observed.

"Welcome to the family beach house." he grinned.

Josh collected the picnic hamper and Noella grabbed two bottles of wine and they went inside.

It was a large house on three levels with soaring ceilings and every conceivable mod con.

"It has three levels," he told her. "Mum and Dad built it for the family. They have the top level with a guest wing. Second level for families and the third level is the bunk house for teenage rat bags and hangers on."

"It is amazing!"

"We've hand some good times here." he confessed. "Now come out here and have a look."

He guided her to the rear of the house where there was a whole glass wall that led to a timber deck. He slid open a glass door and they walked out onto the deck which had a full panoramic view of the bay and Phillip Island. There was a large table with folded sun shade at one end and a spa pool with two sun lounges nearby, at the other end.

"That is some view." she gasped as they leant against the wooden railing. "and there's a lap pool on the next level and there is a path to the beach!"

"It has everything this house." he smiled. "Now would you like some lunch?"

"Yes please!" I'm famished."

They sat at the table after Josh cranked up the sun shade and broke open the picnic hamper. There were little quiches, sandwiches, cold meats, salads and a whole lot more.

"There's enough for six people!" she advised.

"I didn't want you to go hungry." he replied as he poured some Pinot into glasses and they began too devour the delicious food.

"There's something I have to tell you." he announced solemnly.

"What's wrong. You sound sad."

"I'm going to London next week."

"Why?" asked a surprised Noella.

"The company has decided I should run the creative department in London for two years."

"Sounds like a big promotion."

"It is! But I have to leave some of my favourite things behind."

"Your motor bike?"

"And you. I thought good things were starting to happen when I met you at that party."

"Me too! Maybe I could and visit you in London! It's been a while since I've been."

Damn. Every time I meet someone nice something happens to spoil it!

"I'd like that!"

"I'll make sure you get my e-mail and Skype details."

"For sure!"

After this distraction they grazed there way through what was a beautiful lunch and Noella began to enjoy herself again..

After tidying up lunch, Noella took off her boots and they went for a walk down the path and along the beach. There were a number of people also enjoying the nice day, playing beach cricket, making sand castles and looking for shells. Nobody was swimming.

Returning to the house Noella excused herself to the bathroom as Josh spread out on one of the sun lounges that stood near the spa. Soon he heard the sliding glass door open and close. He turned to see Noella striding down the sun deck wearing nothing but her boots.

"It seems you have forgotten your clothes." Josh laughed.

"Have?" replied Noella feigning naivety.

"But you look incredible!...There is certainly nothing ordinary about you Noella. Is there?!"

She just smiled as she clipped clopped her way towards him, looking amazingly provocative in just her black knee boots, which highlighted her beautiful legs. Her breasts bounced as she walked, her nipples hardening a little in the light breeze that was wafting of the bay.

"I think you need some good bye loving" she announced as she reached Josh.

"Aren't you worried that somebody on the beach might see you?"

"That just adds to the fun!" she giggled as she planted one boot on the sun lounge and standing across him so that her womanhood was directly in front of his face. She grabbed Josh behind his head and pulled it to towards her pussy. The effect was immediate as she started to moan deeply as Josh busied his tongue tasting the nectar of her sex.

Wanting to reciprocate she moved to kneel next to him. She kissed him with fervour on his lips as she quickly undid his shirt and vigorously pulled it from his body. This allowed her to sprinkle his body with tender peck like kisses to his chest, giving particular attention to his nipples.

"I like that!" he told her with rapture in his voice.

It wasn't long before Josh was sitting on the edge of the lounge, his trousers around his ankles, as Noella knelt to pleasure his hard shaft. As he his moans grew she stood and knelt above his rod and gently encouraged it inside her, Josh eagerly sucking her nipples.

"Oh yes Noella. Maybe I won't go to London." he thrilled at her.

Moving slowly she slipped along his cock, giving them both exquisite sensations.

"Come with me." she instructed as she stood. Joining her, Josh almost tripped on his trousers, as he madly to tried to pull them and his shoes off. He followed her to the wooden rail surrounding the deck. Noella placed her hands on the rail and spreading her legs she bent over.

"I think you know what to do?"

Entering her in one easy motion he stood there for a few moments enjoying the squeeze of her pussy around his cock.

"Are you trying to drive me nuts?." she asked urgently.

"What do you want?" he asked with a grin.

"You know what I fucking want!" she groaned urgently.

"Tell me." he taunted. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me Josh! For Christ's sake fuck me."

"Oh. Is this what you want?" he asked as he gave a determined jab with his hard weapon.

"Oooh!." she gasped.

"Another one?"

"Fuck yes!"

Again he thrust into her, her knees flexing from the force.

"You're going to take a week to fuck me like this!" she whined.

"I'd love to fuck you for a week."

"Not this slow! It would be torture!"

"You want it faster!"

"Come on! You know what to do!"

Little by little Josh increased the frequency of his jabs.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried.

"That's what you want?"

"Shut up and fuck me!" she demanded. He continued his staccato motion until he gripped her waist and guided her to stand. He turned her on the spot whilst remaining inside her and leant back against the rail.

"Can you lift you leg?" he asked gently. Noella complied and placing his hand under her thigh he placed her boot on the lower rail. He wrapped one hand around her slim waist and firmly held her delicious breast with the other.

"Clever boy!" she cooed as she used the leverage of the rail to grind his dick. He joined in with matching thrusts.

"Oh yes Josh. That's it!" as pleasure seeped into ever cell of body, her urgency accelerated. Sensing her rising heat, Josh slid his lower hand down so that he could touch her sex. Delicately he caressed her clit, matching their motion together as orgasm coursed through her body, she drove Josh to join her in reaching the summit of passion.

"Fuck yes!" she cried. Josh grunted as he climaxed wildly.

They spent the next couple of hours interchanging between the warmth of the spa and comfort of the lounge as they feasted on each others bodies like a long banquet. It became more a melding of souls and desire than naked lust. They held and caressed each other, searching to share love and pleasure.

Eventually the cold May air forced them inside. They showered together Noella still eager for more of Josh's cock, but it had reached the point of exhaustion and no amount of cajoling could encourage it to stand to attention.

"I think it's fucked!" laughed Noella as the warm water splashed over their skin.

"By an expert." he smiled.

"Thank you!" she replied with a little curtsy.

Dry and dressed, Josh locked the house and they made their way out of Somer's narrow roads and onto the highway, Noella's hand firmly clasped to his thigh as he drove back towards the city. Few words were spoken as they were clearly comfortable in each other's company.

Noella felt torn as she knew that Josh was going to disappear overseas with much still unfinished business between them.

"You know I don't really want this to finish now." she said mournfully.

"I know. Nor do I. But you never know what the future will hold."

"I wish I was so optimistic." she moaned.

Silence fell over them again. They went to a little Italian Trattoria near Noella's home where he ate family size Capricosia pizza and she had a seafood risotto.

"That's some appetite you've got there." she giggled.

"Somebody worked me hard this afternoon!"

"Really!" she replied innocently.

They drove to Noella's house and parked the car before going upstairs to the living room.

"Are going to stay?" she asked hopefully.

"No I can't. I've got a breakfast meeting."

"Another Sunday breakfast meeting?"

"I've really got golf." he sheepishly admitted.

"So golf is more fun than me?" she asked with a phoney hurt tone to her voice.

"Well I leave Tuesday and its my last game."

"I understand. I've had my fun today!" she admitted. "It's a pity you're leaving so soon."

"That's business! I have had another incredible day with you. What can I say?"

"Me too! Who thought a 'picnic' could be so much fun!"

She took his hand and led him to the front door. They stood in the foyer and she kissed him deeply and longingly.

"You take care." she said earnestly. "And if you're ever back in Melbourne you'll ring me?"

"I'll ring you." he promised as he pulled her to him and kissed her one last time.

She opened the door and he walked to his motor bike. He blew her kiss before he put his helmet on. He fired the engine, walked it down the front path to the road, waved before mounting it and disappearing into the night.

Damn! This is not the ending I was hoping for!



Dressed To Kill Ch. 14



To my loyal readers. Thank you! This chapter is mostly story telling as Noella's adventures near their end. I hope you enjoy it!






Noella didn't crawl out from under the bed covers until after twelve feeling both tired and sad. She was disappointed that things hadn't worked out with Josh the way she wanted.

Don't get depressed! Move on! You never know wants around the corner!

Still she found it hard to get going, never the less she was standing in the foyer of her house at five to four checking herself in the mirror, ready to go to Prue's for cocktails. She had chosen an outfit she had bought on her big shopping blitz. A short little black dress with high neckline but a plunging back which was outlined with pearls along with pearl features on the shoulders and at the bottom of the rear plunge. She wore an elegant pair of black filagreed heels and a Dior clutch which set things off beautifully.

Happy with that! Let's have some fun! I need fun!

She waltzed around to Prue's at number four and met Stephanie and Jeanette coming up the path. Steph looking sweet in a blue off the shoulder mini-dress with three quarter sleeves and cream and gold diamond patterned platform heels, a bottle of Butter Scotch Schnapps in her hand. Jeanette sizzled in a minute skin tight dress with black plunging bodice, deep blue skirt body and lace up back. Her feet sported the obligatory towering black stilettos. Her bottle was Jaegermeister complimented by some cans of Red Bull.

"You both look amazing!" she excalimed.

"So do you!" replied Stephanie.

"Yes. You look hot as always Noella" agreed Jeanette.

They stood on the pathway exchanging kisses before going inside, as Prue opened the door sporting a slim fitting mid length black dress with a black sheer over the deep V neckline . More kisses ensued as they entered the living room, Julia having arrived earlier wearing a sexy azure blue Lurex dress with deep a deep cut revealing back. 

As the din from the exchange of greetings subsided, Prue made an announcement.

"Thank you for coming today. I must say you all look magnificent today and I you'd like to put your bottle on the bench and we'll get underway with our little cocktail party today, but first there is someone I would like you to meet. Everyone, I'd like you to meet Jorge. Jorge would you like to come out now?"

The ladies could hear some footsteps coming from the guest room and through the door appeared Jorge.

"Ladies this is Jorge."

Jeanette and squealed as a large man wearing only a thong with a little apron over and a bow tie entered the room.

"My God Prue what have you done?" gasped Noella.

Julia just laughed as Jorge walked across the room giving each of the ladies a kiss on the cheek as he went, his huge and ripped muscles glistening from oil. He bore a chiselled chin and his blonde hair tousled on his shoulders.

"Now ladies there are some rules. Jorge is our barman and eye candy for the day, but it is strictly look but don't touch." Prue told them. "Are you listening Jeanette."

"I hear you Prue." replied Jeanette in a disappointed voice. "Can't I have just one little butt squeeze?"

"Jeanette!" barked Prue in her best mother's voice.

"Alright. I'll behave." she said reluctantly.

"Good. So Jorge is going to make us some classic cocktails and then he'll make whatever you like."

Jorge whizzed into action and before long the ladies were drinking their choice of Brandy Alexanders, Daiquiri, Margaritas and of course Cosmopolitans.

"Now ladies, it's time for a little fun." Prue told the ladies, being unusually assertive. "Bring your drinks over to the lounge and I'll explain what we're going to do."

They all sat around on Prue's large U shaped leather couch which had a low white marble coffee table in the centre.

"We're going to play a little party game." she advised them as she placed a pile of little envelopes on the coffee table. "The game is called 'Drink If'."

"Oh no!" groaned Noella. " You're having a drinking game!"

""Oh yes!" laughed Jeanette.

"What happened to the real Prue?" asked Julia.

"Don't worry it will be fun! I've got some envelopes here. When the card inside is read out and you think it applies you have to have sip. You don't have to skull because we want you to be able to walk home! But a good sip and Jorge will keep 'em coming! Won't you Jorge?"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"And he'll make whatever you want. Won't you Jorge!"

"Yes Ma'am!"

"He's so cute Prue. Are you sure I can't take him home?" persisted Jeanette.

"Jeanette!"

"I guess that's a no."

"Here's the first one ladies. Drink if..." and she quickly opened the envelope. " you're the youngest one here."

Steph put her hand up and took a swig of her Cosmopolitan and picked up the next envelope.

"Drink if.... you..are wearing black shoes"

Noella and Prue had a sip.

My God I'm going to end up shit faced!

She picked up an envelope.

"Drink if you've been in trouble with the police."

"That'd be me" admitted Jeanette. They all had a chuckle.

"Drink if you've a tattoo."

Stephanie, Jeanette and Julia all had a drink.

"Where Julia?" asked a surprised Prue.

"I'm not telling." she said determinedly, apparently it was going to remain secret.

"Have a drink if you're not wearing any panties."

They all sat their resolutely not wish to admit this.

"Oh alright!" said Julia. They all stared shocked.

"And me!" confessed Jeanette. Funnily nobody was surprised.

"Drink if you've had sex in public."

Embarrassed, Noella took a sip.

"Noella!" exclaimed Prue. "You haven't!"

"Oh yes I have." she confirmed as her thoughts went back to the sun deck the day before. "It was great fun!"

"Where?"

"Julia tells us about the tattoo and I'll tell you about my little outdoor tryst."

That made it a Mexican standoff.

And so it went. As the questions got more risque the squeals of laughter reached a crescendo, Jorge being very diligent in his work, the women the enjoying the flex of his biceps as he worked the cocktail shaker.

The envelopes came to end but the fun continued as they jibed and laughed at personal revelations that had been made. Prue made busy getting some food out in the hope it my soak up some of the alcohol, whilst Jorge continued be the perfect gentleman as he continued the flow of drinks.

Noella decided she should get up and help Prue serve the beautiful platters of quiche, sliders, sandwiches and cakes. It was a good excuse to take a rest from the cocktails, especially as Steph and Jeanette had moved to Jaeger bombs and Cock Sucking Cowboy shooters. They just looked a little too dangerous for Noella.

"There's some cupcakes in the fridge, Noella. Can you get them out for me." asked Prue.

"I'd be happy to."

As she opened the fridge door, she notice three letters stuck to the door with magnets, and she couldn't help but notice who they were addressed to.

"Prue. I hope you don't mind me asking and I don't mean to pry, but those letters on you fridge, are they yours?"

"Oh no. I seem to keep getting them by mistake. I've returned some, I just haven't got round to returning those."

"Look, I think I know who they belong to, do you mind if I take them." asked Noella as she reluctantly told a half truth, but this was too big opportunity to miss.

"Be my guest. They're just a nuisance to me."

Noella couldn't believe her luck as she took them from the fridge and again read who they were addressed to:

Manta Pty. Ltd.

Noella put them in her handbag.

I'll open them when I get home. That will be interesting!

Everybody hungrily helped themselves to the spread that Prue had laid out, the conversation quietening perceptibly. As they ate Julia grabbed her phone from her bag.

"Now ladies I'm going to have some brag time." she told them as she searched through her folders for the photos she was after. "These are photos of my son, Jeremy. You may remember he's playing basketball in the US."

They all nodded.

"Well. He's nominated for the NBA draft and they are saying he'll be picked in the first ten which guarantees him millions!"

"That is big time!" observed Jeanette.

"Here are some photos of him at the pre-draft camp." she said proudly as she passed her phone around.

"He's huge Julia!" gasped Prue.

"Six foot eleven."

They all passed the phone around, taking turns to look at the pictures of Julia's enormous son.

"Noella have you got any photos of your kids?" asked Prue.

"I have Prue." replied Noella as she retrieved her phone from her bag. "Have you got photos of you family.

So began an exchange of happy snaps as they all passed the phones around.

"Hey. Noella is this your ex?" asked Jeanette as flicked through Noella's photos.

Noella came over and looked over her shoulder to look at the phone's screen.

"Yes that bastard is Damien." she confirmed.

"You know he's always at this club I go to with all the people from work."

"Really?"

Steph came over for a look.

"Yeah. I know him. He's always trying to pick up girls much younger than himself." said Steph.

"That would be Damien."

"He's tried to hit on me a couple of times." laughed Jeanette. "I told him to try a woman he could handle!"

They all laughed.

"You know he's always spinning this line that he's got this huge deal on the line. He reckons he's going to be worth millions!"

"Really. The bastards already got millions of mine! Does he say what sort of deal?" asked Noella innocently, hoping to glean some useful information.

"He tried to pick up a friend of mine and she he just said his ship was about to come in."

I wonder that bastard is up to?

Finally Prue announced that it was time for Jorge to go which brought sighs of disappointment.

"I have to have a photo." said Jeanette.

"Me too." agreed Stephanie.

"Are you okay with that Jorge?" asked Prue.

"Sure. You ladies have been great."

And so it was reminiscent of the Sunday afternoon in the hotel as the poses started off rather modest before escalating into something a whole lot more provocative with Jorge's 'no touch' rule be bent more than a little.

After Jorge's departure the ladies mulled a round a little longer before the obligatory farewells and kisses and the ladies of 125 Fahrenheit St retired for the night, agreeing to meet again in a months time at Stephanie and Jeanette's.

That could be interesting!

Noella rushed home feeling a little worse for wear from the cocktails but the letters were burning a whole in her purse.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 15



More story. Things are getting interesting and I'll try and squeeze some sex in the next chapter. Stay with with me and I'll reward you with some very steamy stuff.



Noella's heartbeat was racing when she returned home. After finding the envelopes, she was very distracted and didn't enjoy the remainder of the party so much. Arriving home, she made her way straight to the kitchen and turned on the coffee machine, wanting to try and compensate for all the booze she had drunk.

As the coffee machine whirred away, she kicked off her heels and retrieved the letters from her clutch bag. With a mug full of a triple latte she sat at the kitchen bench and picked up the first envelope.

It was nondescript with no clues where it came from except for a return PO Box number from the Cayman Islands. She ripped open the envelope her heart beat racing. She pulled the letter from the envelope and quickly unfolded the letter. She scanned it quickly. It was an invoice to Manta Pty. Ltd. from a bank in the Cayman's for 'banking services', whatever that they mean. Noella checked if there were any references to names or addresses. To her disappointment it was addressed to the 'CFO- Manta Pty. Ltd.' She looked at the account. The invoice was for $2342.

Damn! It doesn't tell me a thing!

She took another long swig of coffee before attacking the second envelope. It like the first, had no distinguishing marks, but the PO Box was different. She opened the letter.

Damn! Another fucking invoice! $3456! What are all these fees for?

This time it was a different, but still in the Caymans. Hoping for a better result she picked up the last envelope and this time she opened it in a more restrained way. Slowly she unfolded the sheet of paper which this time looked like a formal letter..

Thank god it's not an invoice.

Her eyes moved to the addressee box.

My god!

She couldn't believe her eyes.

Mr D. Nicholson
Manta Pty. Ltd.
3/125 Fahrenheit St.
Brighton 

Her eyes moved to the body of the letter.

Dear Damien,

Subject: Asset Protection

Here at Parkinson & Smiths we are appreciative of the recent business you have put our way. We would hope to build our relationship for our mutual long term benefit. In light of this we are in the position to offer services at our Cayman Island subsidiary at new discounted rates.

To take advantage of this special offer..............

The letter went on with the usual suck ass bullshit from a business house trying to secure business.

What the hell is Damien doing with 'asset protection' in the Cayman Islands?

Noella sat there trying to make sense of it.

Why and how did Damien have her car taken away. Why would he try and sell her house?

What did he need offshore banks for? Was it a grab motivated by greed, just revenge or was it something bigger?

The numerous cocktails that she had drank that afternoon had removed much of her usual sharpness and so she struggled to make headway with these questions. She grabbed her I-pad and zipped of an e-mail to Steven asking to see him first thing in the morning. She felt guilty for monopolising Steven's time so much, but the ever escalating tide of events in her life gave her little choice.

At ten minutes to nine she bustled into the legal office wearing a sassy looking suit with black and white vertical stripes. She said 'hi' to the receptionist Justine who told her Steven was expecting her in his office. Noella headed straight for the office.

The door was open and she strolled right in.

"Hi Steven."

"Hi Noella. What's happened now?" he asked in a half laugh.

Noella explained that her neighbour has been receiving these letters and she thought it was important for him to see them, as she put the letters on Steven's desk.

"My God!" he exclaimed. "They're for Manta!"

"Look at the last one!" urged Noella.

Steven picked up the third letter and examined it closely.

"Damien? Damien is behind Manta!"

"It looks like it. What would he be doing?"

"Whatever it is, it'll be no good if he's trying to use offshore banks for 'asset protection'! That's just code for tax evasion or stealing!"

"Damien was always a sharp operator. Tax evasion maybe, but stealing?"

"What do you think he was trying to do with your car and your house?"

"Maybe he still feels he has rights over my things? He always treated me like a chattel!"

"Well you can give him the benefit of the doubt if you like, but it looks particularly dodgy to me!"

"If you say it's dodgy I'll believe you."

"I'll give this to my young guns. I'm sure they'll find something."

"Good. I just want to get to the bottom of this so I can get some calmness in my life."

"I can understand that. You haven't had much calmness lately! Now in light of this you need to check all your bank accounts, shareholdings and any other assets you have, to make sure nobody is trying to steal those. Okay?"

"Okay. That gives me a job for today!"

"It sure does. Go to the banks and check that nobody has been added as a signatory and get your broker to check there's been no attempt to transfer your shares into different names."

"Yep I can do that."

"And change all the passwords on your computer and I wouldn't do financial transactions on the internet until we get a handle on this. Okay?"

"Yep. Got it." replied Noella as she made some notes on her phone.

"Good. So get going and we'll see if the attack dogs can work this out."

"I know I sound like a broken record, but thanks."

"You know you're welcome. Now go and fix all those things up."

"Okay. Bye."

Noella started off at her bank where she was on a first name basis with the bank manager, Tony. He was pleased to see her without an appointment. She explained what had happened with her car and the house and so the purpose of the visit was to check that she was the sole signatory on the account and that there had been no unexplained withdrawals on her accounts.

Tony got out her file and started flicking through the papers.

"That's strange." he said. "There's all these letter saying there's a claim over your assets."

"What?" she exclaimed.

"See here." he said pointing to a number of letters from a legal firm called Poole and Moore. He pulled a couple from the pile.

"What are they saying."

"They are saying that Poole and Moore are acting for a client who is making a claim on Noella Howson's portion of the "estate of Mildred Brown" and is seeking to freeze all monies, assets and accounts until the claim is settled.

"No way! That was all settled months ago!"

"Apparently not. Somebody is after your slice of the pie."

"That can't be!" cried Noella.

When is this bullshit going to stop!

"Sorry Tony. I'm going to need make a call to my Lawyer."

She quickly rang Steve and almost in tears she explained the situation. He told to stay calm and they would fix it. He asked to have all the letters faxed to him. Tony quickly faxed the letters to Steven.

A couple of minutes later Noella's phone rang. It was Steven.

"Hi. Can you stay there for five minutes?"

"Sure."

"I'm sending some letters instructing the bank to not process any transactions without your express permission. Sign them and leave them with Tony."

"Will do."

She left the bank after signing the letters wondering what the rest of her stops would bring.

She soon found that whoever was behind this had been very busy as her as the other bank where she had an account, stock broker and real estate who managed her rental properties, had all received letters. Each time she had rung Steven and each time he had faxed letters ensuring Noella's assets were protected.

Exhausted she made her way back to the law office to speak to Steven. He ushered her straight into his office.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm exhausted Steven! What is going on?"

"I've rung Poole and Moore and asked them why they are placing claims all over your assets."

"What did they say?"

"Your not going to like this."

"Why what's wrong?"

"Well they are making a claim against your share of your aunt's estate."

"That was settled and dispersed months ago."

"You're definitely not going to like this but they're acting for.....wait for it ....Manta Pty Ltd who is trustee for none other than....?"

"Fucking Damien!"

"You said it! Your prick of an ex-husband!"

"But how can it be? I gave him a shit load of money in the divorce! And he still wants more! Fuck me!"

"That's a very nice offer Noella, but may I remind you I am your boss and legal counsel!"

"Sorry!" she laughed."You know what I mean."

"I do!" he said laughing with her. "The argument is that apparently the will gave you a greater share if you were married with children. Twenty five percent instead of twelve and half percent."

"So I received more because I was married. A million went to Damien and a million went into the children's trust. So! I have hardly benefited from the extra twelve and half percent! He has!"

"Their argument is that because you were married to Damien, he brought to you an extra $2.25 million and therefore he is entitled to 50% of the extra you got because you were married."

"That sounds like crap to me!"

"Well the argument is that your $875000 better off because you were married to him and therefore he can make a claim for half of that."

"But the will and the divorce. They were all settled. How can he come back for more?"

"They'll argue that it wasn't adequately considered at the time and therefore Damien is experiencing hardship."

"Hardship my arse."

"Well it's all about what you can convince a judge. He'll say he's looking after the kids. He needs extra help and he's under great stress."

"But he's put claims over everything I own. That's worth a lot more than the half million he's after."

"Ah yes. They would just say they're being thorough. We will argue they need to clear some of your assets. But this will take time."

"So they've tied everything I own up and then my make life difficult."

"I think that's the whole point."

"Why."

"Well I think their chances of winning in court are at best fifty fifty. But they hope they can make life hard for you so that you'll either capitulate or negotiate."

"That sucks."

"It does, but that's how things can work."

"So what do we do."

"For the moment we remain patient. We can work this out. Trust me."

"I do." she answered truthfully. "And this is all for five hundred thousand."

"Maybe it's about revenge." suggested Steve. "I mean we got the car back. Then they try and sell the house. But they know we'll stop them. So maybe it"s about making life hard for you?"

"They are certainly doing that! But he was the cheating bastard! He helped himself to a large slice of my money! I'm the one who should be seeking revenge!"

"So maybe revenge is the whole point."

"Maybe you're might right. Damien is an unforgiving and vengeful bastard!"

"He's certainly proving that!" 

"So where do I go from here?"

"I think we've got everything covered at the moment. Have you got enough money to get by on?"

"I've a few hundred in cash and my credit cards. I'm sure my Mum will help me out with some money If I need it. Especially when she hears what Damien's doing! She hates him for what his done to me!"

"Okay. That's good."

"Now go home and don't stress."

"That is easier said than done!" she laughed.

"I know, but take care. I promise we will fix Damien up good and proper!"

"Good! I'll see you on Wednesday!"

"See you Wednesday!"

It had been a stressful and busy day and she felt confident that Steven was on top of it now and would ensure a good outcome for her. As she drove home she decided needed a pick me and so she took a detour to the Chadstone shopping mall and spent an hour touring the shoe shops where she saw in the window a beautiful pair of towering black sandals with little high ankle straps adorned by beautiful purple satin bows.

So sexy! An absolute must have!

She knew she she probably be more conservative right now.

What the hell. I need these shoes! I'll just put on the credit card.

She walked out the mall with a beautiful gold shopping bag containing her "new" favourite shoes!

I feel better now!

As she was getting into her car her phone beeped. She got her phone out of her handbag and looked at the screen. It was Josh!

Hi! Thanks for Saturday. Truly amazing. Am going to miss you!

Love Josh.

Her heart sank as she knew that she really wanted Josh to stay, as her feelings for him had grown quickly.

Fuck! Seems to be a recurring theme with men in my life. 

She messaged back.

I'll miss you to babe! Take care.

Love Noella.

Maybe need to think about when I can go to London. That would be fun!

The kids came over for dinner Tuesday which was a great distraction for Noella. She made the kids favourite tacos for dinner and they sat around the dinner table having a fine old chat which proved very illuminating.

"Dad's in such a good mood!" offered Sarah.

"It seems he's even forgiven me about the trust stuff!" Marcus told her.

"It's really strange." Emily began. "He keeps asking if I've spoken to you and he's always asking how your! He never wants to know how you are!"

This all made Noella suspicious, but she didn't say anything and they enjoyed playing ten bowling on her Wii, which the kids kept telling her was so out of date! But they had fun anyhow.

After they went home, she sat watching her favourite DVD, "Notting Hill", for probably the fiftieth time whilst sipping on a tumbler of scotch. She mulled over the situation with Damien. It seemed to make sense that all these disasters in her life were of all of Damien's making. He certainly would enjoy making her life difficult. It seemed divorcing her after he was the unfaithful partner and manipulating the kids into living with him allowing him to swipe a large amount of inheritance from her was not enough, for old Damien. 

He just wants to make her suffer forever. Well Damien if that's the way you want to play?

For the first time since her divorce, vengeance filled Noella's mind and body.



Dressed To Kill Ch. 16



On the way to work Wednesday she stopped of at the supermarket to buy some fruit and yoghurt for lunch. She walked up to the cash register which was manned by her over blonde and pierced friend.

"Hi!" the cashier greeted her. "The boys will disappointed today. No stockings and suspenders today?"

Noella was modestly dressed in slim white pants and red scoop necked shirt, a white jacket and tall strappy heels with high ankle straps.

"Apologise to them for me, but I've got more important things happening today. Tell them I'll make it worth their while next week." she told the cashier with a wink a smile, handing over her credit card.

"Sorry it's declined." the cashier told Noella apologetically after swiping the card.

"Can you try again?" Noella asked her.

The cashier tried another two times before Noella reluctantly handed over some of her fast dwindling cash before walking of the store swearing under her breath.

That's it! The credit cards are the last straw! I'm going to kill you Damien!

Shaking with anger, she walked to her car when she spotted 'Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome' standing by his car in the aisle three cars over.

Blood rushed to her face, anger surging through her body. She opened the car door a little and dropped her hand bag and groceries on the seat of the car before closing it and walking towards the tall and imposing man.

"Are stalking me she started?" she called, her voice laden with animosity.

He looked towards her, startled by her venom.

"That's right! I'm talking to you!" she hissed as she pointed her finger.

Regaining his composure he looked at her directly.

"No I'm not stalking you and I mean you no harm. Quite the contrary." he told her in a smooth confident voice. She was now only two metres away.

"Well it sure looks like stalking!" she retorted walking around to the front of the car.

"If I see you again I'm going to ring the cops! And I've got your number plate so don't fuck me around!"

She stole a glance at his number plate, hoping the six characters would stay in her memory long enough for her to punch them into her phone. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I promise! I am no threat to you and I will stay away from you in the future."

"Good!" she told him as she walked back to her car, shivers of fury streaming through her body.

Still shaking, she opened the car door shifting her bag and groceries, before climbing in and quickly wheeled out of the supermarket with a squeal of tyres, wishing that 'Tall Dark and Handsome' would just go away. Arriving at work she sat in the car for a few minutes to calm down and get a handle on the fact that her credit cards had a stop on them and she was being stalked!

Finally she walked into the office and rang her Mum straight away.

"Hi dear," came the reassuring sound of her Mum, Julie, over the phone. "I hear you've had a rough morning."

"What?" stammered Noella.

"I hear you've had a rough morning,'" Julie repeated.

"Huh? How did you know?"

"Well I've been meaning to tell you," she started with a slight tremor in her voice. "But I've never seemed able to find the right time to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Tell you about Declan."

"Declan?"

"Yes Declan. Declan is the man you yelled at in the car park."

"You know him?" asked Noella, her voice filled with irritation.

"Yes, I knew you'd be upset, but Declan works for me."

"He works for you!" Noella was just about to explode.

"I knew you'd be angry, but I was just trying to protect you dear."

"How? Why do you need to protect me?""

"Well," Julie began hesitantly. "A few months ago I had a phone call from Damien."

"Why would he ring you? He knows you don't like him."

"Well that's what I thought. He wanted to ask questions about Muriel's estate. He gave some cock and bull story about how it had some effect on your divorce settlement."

"He is a nosy shit."

"You don't need to swear Noella!"

"Yes mum," Noella replied a teenage school girl.

"Well I told him it had all been settled and it was none of his business. But it made me worry. I know how driven he can be and I knew he wouldn't be asking questions for no reason. And he's given you such a bad time that I wanted to make sure he was not up to no good."

"Well he is!"

"I know that now. I was worried so I asked my friends if they knew someone who could help me protect you from him. My friend Cynthia had trouble with an ex-husband who kept signing contracts in their joint names and running up credit debt in her name. She hired Declan who fixed it all and recommended him highly and so I rang him. He's a lawyer dear, but he specialises in sorting out difficult problems."

"So you don't trust me to live my own life?"

"I have absolute faith in you Noella. I just don't trust Damien," she told Noella. "I have learnt that money makes people do funny and often and dishonest things. So I hired Declan as an insurance policy. Just to make sure that Damien didn't help himself to anymore of your inheritance."

"He's an insurance policy?" Noella asked in a stinging tone.

"I knew you'd be annoyed if you knew, so I told Declan just to keep an eye on the whole situation. So he's been a bit like your guardian angel. Only problem he is a striking man and you kept seeing him!"

"He just wasn't very good at following!"

"I think he's better than you give him credit for! He's been around you a lot and you haven't seen him."

"Well can you call him off now. Steven's helping me I can look after it now."

"You know Damien's making a claim against your inheritance again."

"Yes I know that. That's why I'm ringing. His lawyer's frozen all my assets, my bank accounts and now my credit cards! I can't even buy a carton of milk!"

"You know I'll help you. I'm out this afternoon but I'll send Declan over with some money and you can apologise."

"Apologise!"

"Well from what I hear you were a little rude today dear!"

"I wasn't rude! I was scared!"

"Okay dear. You weren't to know. But when he comes over you will be nice?"

"I'l be nice."

"Now will five thousand be enough?"

"Five thousand will be plenty thank you."

"I'll tell him to come over around six?"

"Six will be fine."

"You know I love you."

"I love you too mum. I do appreciate you thinking about me, but I do try to live my own life."

"I know. Sometimes motherly instincts make you want to help. Like you getting a lawyer for Marcus. "

"You know about Marcus and the trust?"

"The poor thing made a slip one day when we were talking on the phone. You should be proud of him. He's showing great strength, even when his father put him under extreme pressure."

"Yes. I must say he's been amazing."

"He's turning out to be a very fine young man."

"Thank you."

"You be nice to Declan when you see him tonight."

"I will. I'll talk to you soon."

"Bye darling."

"Bye!"

Noella sat her desk, her head spinning. Was her Mum an interfering old biddy or should she be grateful that she still looked out for her?"

My mum hiring a 'fixer'! Can you believe that!

Steven came past during the morning to see how she was going and she told him about her credit cards and Declan.

"You're Mum hired a 'fixer'! He laughed. "She is an amazing woman! Now I know where you get it from!"

He didn't have any thing more to report on her frozen assets, but he thought it would be a few more days before they sorted it out. He inquired if she was okay for funds and she told him that her Mum was helping her out.

"That's great! Stay positive and we'll get it all sorted!"

Feeling a need for some moral support, she rang Suzie and Jodie to catch up and told them about Damien being behind the disappearance of her car and the attempted sale of her house. Both the women gasped with disbelief. They both thought Damien was an arse-hole, but this all seemed way too wild. They confirmed the usual Friday lunch when Noella would tell them all about it . She also messaged the kids and was happy to receive positive responses from them all.

She left work on the dot of five and dropped into her favourite deli to pick up some things to make an antipasto platter for when Declan came over.

I promised Mum I'd be nice. He'd better appreciate it!



Dressed To Kill Ch. 17



Apologies for the long absence and no story completion this time with Damien having a little action for the first time! Enjoy!



Damien was feeling good about himself. His plan to fuck up the life of his bitch of an ex-wife was working a treat. He was doing a great job of messing with her mind and screwing with her finances. So happy was he with his performance he had decided he was due a reward.

Margie was a statuesque red head with old fashioned 40DD's. A worldly thirty something who would be described as a "Sugar Baby" in the new vernacular, she was always ready for a good time and stiff cock. Her partner in crime on this occasion was a petit brunette, Danni. In her twenties, her breasts were well rounded and firm, with compact nipples that pointed to the sky. Her arse was tight and her legs slim and lithe.

Damien was stretched out on a sun bed by the long lap pool of the sizeable Brighton mansion. It was fortuitous that his mate Max had taken his family to Noosa allowing him to have run of the place for a bit R & R. The two women were dressed or possibly more correctly undressed for sex. Margie's curvaceous figure highlighted by a sheer body stocking with cut outs in all the places of pleasure, tall black heels making her majestically tall.

Danni was squeezed into a red leather corset that barely corralled her orb like breasts allowing her nipples to peak out. Thigh high leather boots embellished her slender legs, but strangely she had seen no need for panties, a fact that Damien took full advantage of. 

Masterfully they had performed a full body massage, Margie starting from at his head and Danni from the toes. Pampering his body with sweet scented oil, they worked the erogenous zones of his body, his nerve endings singing with pleasure until the two women met at his now swollen penis. Taking turns they lavished his cock with expert attention, keeping Damien teetering on the brink ejaculation. His hands roamed their bodies freely grasping their naked breasts and satiny thighs whenever they came within reach. 

With Damien begging for mercy Maggie mounted his cock, steadying herself, one foot on the lounge the other on the ground. 

"We are a big boy, aren't we?" she exclaimed as she used a hand to guide Damien's cock inside her. She sat there a moment enjoying the feel of his size before slowly moving on the stiff rod. A small gasp escaping from her lips with each motion.

"Fucking awesome!" he cried, his large hands firmly attached to her pendulous breasts.

Danni straddled his face, suffocating any further exclamations.

Enjoying Damien's artful combination of quick flicks and long generous strokes that excited her clit, she soon demanded her share of his hard cock. Margie reluctantly relinquished her position and dismounted the engorged member.

"Get up big boy," she commanded, which he did obediently.

After he had vacated his position on the sun bed she knelt on all fours.

"Come on Dami'. Give it to me."

Needing no further encouragement his dick was soon deeply embedded within her. His action was firm, strong and deliberate, a rush of air escaping from his lips with every stroke. He grasped her buttocks with a vice like grip so firm that it would bring bruises in the morning.

Margie sat in a nearby chair, a finger busy on her clit as the slapping of naked flesh rang in the air. It did not mask Damien guttural grunting or Danni's high pitch squeals of delight.

"Oh fuck!" Danni cried, as a surge of euphoria rushed through her body causing her knees to buckle and Damien's to cock slide out, Danni dropping so that she was lying face down on the lounge. Damien turned to face Margie.

"Come and finish me off."

"I'll do more than finish you off," she retorted as stood and glided over with a sexy sway. "I think we should do you good and proper."

She grabbed his rigid member and pulled him towards her and leaned up to plant her lips firmly on his. Their tongues darted at the same time as she deftly stroked his cock before grasping it firmly and leading him to the spa at the end of the pool. As Damien stood in the swirling water he licked her moist sex as she lay on the pool edge on her back, her legs spread.

"You're fucking awesome babe." she groaned.

"I know," he replied without a hint of modesty. "I want you on my dick."

Obligingly she sat from her reclined position and put her arms around his neck before entwining him with legs and sliding them over his buttocks and wiggling onto his cock.

"You are wicked," he smiled.

"You're right," she said truthfully.

They stood their their for a few moments, their lips enmeshed together. Swivelling her hips up and down she began to grind his cock, the movement creating a small splash of water, groans of pleasure of escaping from their lips. Damien urged Margie on by grabbing her rounded buttocks and vigorously pushing them onto his eager dick.

"Oh fuck!" he cried, signifying an intense orgasm. "I think you're fucking fantastic Maggie."

Maggie was not the normal slender tight breasted woman that he usually chose, like Danni, but Damien thought Margie demonstrated the many varied and fabulous delights that were available from the beautiful women of the earth.

As they recovered from sexual exertion, Danni joined them in the spa, where they shared a bottle of champagne and the women took turns to again sit on Damien's erect cock whilst he sat on the ledge seat in the spa. Eventually he could no longer to get hard, ending a memorable afternoon of highly pleasurable sex. Exhausted he lay back in the spa, a beautiful woman under each arm , smiling at the thought of the final plank of his plan for Noella scheduled for the next day.

"Bring it on!" he laughed to himself. "I'm going to really fuck you over good and proper Noella!"