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The darkness that filled the room was broken only by the small circle of light from the scratched and dented desk lamp, that focused illumination hiding all but the most general details of said room. A pool of light that fell on the paper strewn desk tucked awkwardly at the very edge of the dormitory bedroom that itself was strewn with more stacks of notes. At that desk sat a young woman, the darkness not hiding her vibrant red hair that matched the shade of her favourite colour by design, her whole body hunched over the desk as her pen flowed with focused care over the paper before her.

Firmly placing one last full stop, Mathilda clicked away the nib of that pen, rose and stretched with genuine pleasure, her loose sweatshirt and pants pulled tight to reveal for a few sec-onds the curvy figure they had hidden. Not that she was shy about her figure, her curves that drove guys buggy without reaching cartoonish proportions. With her full hips, ass and bust Mathilda often joked she had something for everyone. Right now Mathilda would have settled for someone.

With a sigh Mathilda glanced at the clock beside her, the bright green letters showing it was dead on 8pm. 8pm and she was still cramming for her final final two days from now. That thought hit Mathilda so hard that she almost laughed out loud. 48 short hours and she would be done with University. 48 hours and a full month of study would come to its fruition. A month where Mathilda had moved only between her desk, the library and the exam rooms, the only time she stopped had been to eat and sleep. No wonder her dating life had been a little slow. Or nonexistent.

That was a sacrifice that Mathilda had felt she was willing to make. After all, she only got one chance at this. She could chase boys after she graduated. Not that Mathilda ever really chased boys. She dated guys of course, having had many a crush across the years. Even if asking them out was terrifying. Yet more than once she had plucked up the courage, each time giving her fond memories to look back on.

She had lost her virginity with her first crush, who had been a perfect gentleman in every way. Tender, compassionate, gentle and loving; they had shared many a night of slow pas-sionate love making where he put her first and foremost. They had drifted apart of course but it ended amicably enough and while there had been other guys since then, Mathilda still looked back fondly on those days. Those days seemed a long time ago now, Mathilda having not had a date since she began her final year. Her focus, like many of her fellow students, firmly and solely on her studies.

'You have to get dressed. Right now.'

Mathilda didn't even look up as Hannah burst into her room like she owned the place. Which she was convinced she felt she did. Hannah had been born with almost the literal silver spoon in her mouth and it showed. She might have been here on her Father's money, un-like Mathilda who had scraped and saved for years to afford her tuition, yet she couldn't de-ny she worked for it. Despite being worlds apart, Hannah seemed to consider them friends of a sort, always coming around with invites to crazy and extravagant events Mathilda could no way get tickets too. And she had a feeling today would be no exception.

'I am dressed, Hannah.' Mathilda hid her sigh behind another stretch. Although not, she suspected, in any way Hannah would approve of. Hannah always had to make a statement however she looked. Take right now for example. While Hannah was dressed in a similarly casual style as Mathilda, this one outfit likely cost more than half of Mathilda's wardrobe; each item of clothing sporting a brand that just screamed expensive. Gucci sweatshirt and shorts, adidas socks, Nike trainers. And that was before she got to the bangles and rings and necklace, all gold and diamonds that shone and sparkled even in this low light.

It kinda drove the other girls in the dorm crazy, this constant need to make a statement wher-ever she went. Plus the boys loved it. Hannah wasn't exactly what you would call shy and retiring, flaunting her long toned legs any chance she could get. It wasn't uncommon to see her fresh from a shower sauntering through the corridors wearing little more than a towel that barely covered her hips

'Not for where we are going.' Hannah announced like it was already a done deal, striding over to the mirror to toy with a few strands of her dyed blonde hair. What her natural colour was, Mathilda had no idea; Hannah never going more than two weeks without dyeing it again. 'Trust me, you won't want to miss this. I've got two tickets to Decadence, you know that crazy club owned by the eccentric millionaire Jamessomething or other. You never know what he has planned each week. It's going to be a total blast.'

'Well..you go and enjoy yourself.' Mathilda slipped back into her chair, returning her atten-tion to her notes. 'I'm going to study a little.'

'Girl, you've been studying for weeks.' Hannah dropped her butt carefully onto the edge of the desk. 'It won't be the same without you. You can afford to take one night off. Come on. Please.'

'I need to nail this last Final.' Mathilda countered.

'Honey, you've got it nailed.' Mathilda wasn't sure if she actually meant that or it was just part of her wheedling tactics. 'Just like you nailed all the others. What you to do now is rest, just let your hair down and have some fun. Come on. Please.'

Mathilda knew what she should do. She should say no thank you and return to her notes. Only.and she felt bad admitting ita night with no more studying did sound very appeal-ing. 'Oh..alright. Give me ten minutes to change.'


Mathilda shifted slightly from one foot to another as she and Hannah waited in the line that snaked towards Decadence, the entrance lit by hundreds of flickering and twinkling lights that almost mesmerised the eye. Since Hannah had insisted they dress for, in her words, a glamorous night out; Mathilda had finally settled on the little black dress six months of sav-ings had earned her. The elegantly styled dress hugged every curve of her body down to her hips, the delicate slit along the edge of the skirt loosening that hold so she could still walk comfortably. Pressed for time, Mathilda had hurriedly completed the outfit with a black choker that perfectly enhanced the outfit without overshadowing it.

Her own worries aside, Mathilda looked amazing. While she could never afford the kind of clothes Hannah, or more accurately Hannah's dad, brought; she knew that she had a body that Hannah was jealous of. She never said as much, yet she could always hear a touch of envy in her voice whenever she complimented her on an outfit. Hannah's lithe frame couldn't impress as much as some of the other girls so she tried to impress in other ways. And tonight was no exception, Hannah having chosen a thigh length fur coat of a lustrous black, all shimmering sable that flashed a bright silver when the light caught it just right. Hannah was extremely proud of her collection of furs and coveted them fiercely. Ever since she was young she loved the way wearing fur made her feel beautiful, powerful and sexy. And she was certainly attracting her fair share of stares as they edged closer to the club.

Luckily they didn't have long to wait, the line moving along pretty fast and within five minutes they were ushered inside the club. To say the interior was lavish was the understatement of the millennium. Every surface was made from the most extravagant materials imaginable. Black marble stretched out under foot across the wide entrance way that lead towards a short flight of steps marked by glittering gold banisters and continued out onto the wide dance floor already filled with the majority of the guests. Those that weren't indulging at one of the selection of bars that lined the edge of the room, either seated on or resting against the low stools set before the smoothly rounded mahogany frontage embellished with more of the same gold fittings. As if that wasn't enough, the whole place was lit by three huge crystal chandeliers.

While Mathilda stood almost stunned by the sheer display of wealth on display Hannah wasted no time in mingling into the crowd with little more than a hurried 'see you later', leav-ing her feeling even more adrift while her companion proceeded to flirt and schmooze like only she could. Feeling suddenly alone, out of place and utterly awkward, Mathilda retreated quickly to one of the small booths she had only just noticed nestled between the two largest bars. Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing server, Mathilda slipped into the bar and took a long sip. She normally wasn't a heavy drinker but seeing her friend so effortlessly working the room made her suddenly long for a little liquid courage.

'Excuse me, my lady. May I join you?'

Panic took over and Mathilda nearly said no, only just able to stop herself blurting out that word as her eyes rose to meet the owner of that voice. Rather than the dull businessman she had expected, her gaze settled upon a figure both dashing and debonair. Maybe five years her senior and with a few distinguished streaks of grey along his temples, nothing about him could be called dull. Dressed in a suit of silver silk over a matching waistcoat that alone like-ly cost more than all of Hannah's wardrobe combined, he wore the almost outlandish choice with a confidence so complete that he made it work.

'If you would like.' Mathilda tried to keep her voice even, calm and absent the flutter of ex-citement she felt run through her body.

'I would have to insist.' The man replied politely. 'Since your friend appears to have aban-doned you. If I may be so bold.'

'It's hardly bold if it's true.' Mathilda said with a slow smile. 'Sometimes I wonder why she in-vites me with her in the first place.'

'Well..may I say I'm glad she did.' The man extended his hand softly. 'You may call me James.'

'Mathilda.' Mathilda took the offered hand, her cheeks flushing as James lifted it to place a gentlemanly kiss on her knuckles.

'The pleasure is mine, Mathilda.' James replied. 'Tell me, have you been here before?'

'No. This is my first time.' Mathilda admitted. 'I honestly wasn't sure what to expect. From what I hear, this club has quite theunusual reputation.'

'Oh. It does.' James nodded with a conspiratorial wink. 'Perhaps tonight you will find out for yourself. Although any night graced with your presence will be beyond the extraordinary.'

'Now you are just being kind.' Mathilda replied.

'I would hope so. But I meant no false flattery.' James continued. 'I can instantly tell about people. And I can tell that you are someone very special indeed.'

'If I were that special, I wouldn't be sitting here sipping champagne on my own.' Mathilda re-plied with a laugh.

'Are you on your own?' James countered. 'I would say not.'

'Well..I suppose not.' Mathilda conceded while she sought for something else to say. 'Do you come here often? I hear the owner is quite an eccentric.'

'Ohhe is completely eccentric.' James leaned forward to whisper that conspiratorially. 'The kind of man you never know what he will come up with next. Keeps things interesting.'

'Maybe I'll find out later.' Mathilda nodded.

'Maybe you will. I'm guessing tonight is first night at Decadence.'

'Is it really that obvious?' Mathilda looked away shyly for a moment before forcing herself to meet James' gaze again. 'Because, yes, it is. I'm really only here because my friend got an invite. And because she insisted I needed to do something fun. Which I guess I do.'

'Wellshe seems to be having enough fun for the two of you.' James glanced over at where Hannah was dancing with two young men. Mathilda tensed for a moment, almost expecting to hear some rebuke in that and instead only hearing a genuine concern.

'She's good at that.' Mathilda rolled her eyes playfully. 'No one plays the field like Hannah. I wouldn't be surprised if she flirts her way around every guy in this club.'

'Wellthat's a shame.' James delicately laid his hand on top of hers, his thumb gently trac-ing a slow circle at the top of her wrist. 'Part of the fun of flirting with someone is getting to know the real them.'

And you are good at getting to know people?

I pride myself on it. I see you are a professional. Not one who is defined by your job but to who your job is a strong part of you. A woman of strong values and beliefs.'

'Go on.' Mathilda said with a smile as she downed the last of her champagne.'

James didn't respond immediately, instead offering a polite wave to one of the passing bar staff who approached with a impressive bottle of champagne on the tray in his arms. 'Ahthe Bolinger. Thank you, Marcel. A glass for myself and the lady. Thank you. Nowwhere was I. Ah, yes. A woman of strong values and beliefs. A woman who has worked hard to be where you are. And earned it too. How am I doing?'

'I'd say pretty well so far.' Mathilda took a sip of this new champagne and found it a lot more to her taste, so much do that she couldn't help taking a longer one as a pleasant relaxed buzz filled her body. 'I'm a lawyer. Or soon to be. I graduate in a month. Or I hope I will.'

'I know you will.' James said with such an earnest conviction that her heart fluttered for a second. Or that could have been his flirty smile. Or the champagne. Which was going straight to her head. Which wasn't enough to stop her taking another pull. Seeing her empty glass, James refilled it just below a quarter of the glass.

'Why, Mrs Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?' Mathilda said with a chuckle, a shy laugh drowned out by James' full throated laughter.

'Maybe.' James replied.

'And that is something you do often?' Mathilda replied almost as a whisper, that soft touch sending shivers up her spine.

'On occasion.' James shrugged. 'With the right person. With my job, so many people want some of my time. So away from that I only choose to spend time with those that I want to.'

'Oh? Haven't they turned up yet?' Mathilda turned the sudden spike of doubt that ran through her into a joke.

'Don't sell yourself short.' James smiled with genuine warmth, his hand suddenly clasping hers softly and raising it to his lips where he graced it with a delicate kiss. 'While my duties as host require me to meet everyone, you are the one person here I would have sought out. Now, you must forgive me, duty calls. But it would mean the world to me if you and your friend would join me for a special experience later tonight.'

Wait. What? Host? Mathilda had only just started to process those words before Hannah rushed over excitedly, having abruptly left her two dance mates on the dance floor.

'Mathilda, honey, don't you know who that was?' Hannah slipped into the seat James had just vacated. 'That was Jameswhoever. The guy who owns this place. I can't believe you met him. Did you tell him anything about me?'

'We really didn't have much time to talk at all.' Mathilda knew she shouldn't have been sur-prised her friend would make this about her. Yet she was. 'He invited us both to some spe-cial experience later. But maybe you will be too busy with your new friends.'

'Ohforget them.' Hannah waved her hand dismissively with a look that said they had al-ready been forgotten. 'Tonight is our night. A night for two best friends to hang out together.'

'Indeed it is.' Hannah almost swooned as she saw James approach behind Mathilda, shoot-ing him her best flirty smile. One that turned into a frown as James offered Mathilda his hand who took it with barely a seconds pause. 'If you will follow me, our experience for the night is nearly ready.'

'Nearly ready?' Hannah lightly rested her hand on James's offered arm. 'Are we waiting for some other guests?'

'No no.' James reassured her. 'This will be just the three of us. Stillmy newcontraption takes a little time to warm shall we say. But I'm sure we can take a look at it while we wait. Pleasethis way.'

Contraption? What could that mean? Malthilda turned, expecting to see a similar curiosity on the face of her best friend. Instead it was a word that seemed to have slipped her by, her at-tention seeming to hang on James' every word without hearing any of them. No doubt she was scheming some way to get into his affection. Along with something else of course.

'I'm sure it won't disappoint.' Mathilda could have pressed him for more details, but she found that she liked the air of mystery that surrounded his promised experience.

'Well..you never know.' James ushered both ladies through a inconspicuous door at the rear of the club that even now knowing it was here she would likely have struggled to find again; one that closed smoothly over the microscopic gap that utterly concealed its presence and cut Mathilda's gaze off from one last sight of Hannah's prospective boy toys who now sat de-jectedly by the bar. If only they knew this disappointment was soon going to change to a night they would never forget. 'Invention often hits roadblocks on the way to progress. Still..here's to success.'

'Success.' Hannah and Mathilda echoed that toast softly with the glass of Champagne he had passed them from the tray waiting just inside the door; Mathilda clearly taking it as a snub that she was served second.

Obviously trying to draw the conversation back to her, Hannah let her gaze travel along the narrow corridor that stretched out for a good 1000 metres from where they stood. 'Is that yourcontraption?'

Mathilda could understand the confusion in her voice. Despite sitting a scant 10 paces away from them, it was hard to discern the purpose of its quite frankly outlandish design that was formed around a large brass tank. In fact the whole machine was made of polished and gleaming brass, from the sturdy frame that supported three groups of seats in brass studded red leather. Around those seats ran a series of metal pipes that twisted their way back to-wards the tank where they joined with a series of valves. The ends of those pipes, for rea-sons Malthilda couldn't fathom, faced towards each of those seats; two on the very front of the machine, two elevated above the rest behind what looked like a metal chimney stack and two more behind that.

'It'ssome kind of vehicle?' Hannah had picked up on the one detail she had missed out on, that of the huge wheels at the front and rear of the machine.

'Exactly. Exactly.' James clapped his hands sharply. 'And she is raring to go. So, do hop aboard ladies.'

Seeing neither of them move and seemingly only encouraged by that, James bounded up onto the tower seat, his hands quickly rested on the outlandish controls before him. 'Come on, ladies. We don't have all day.'

Mathilda looked anxious suddenly, hers eyes not having left the boiler that was now softly but noticeable shaking. It was clear from the look on her face that she was already having second thoughts about the whole situation, possibly building up to making her apologies and heading back to the party. And she might have done just that if Hannah hadn't taken that moment to playfully call out to to James.

'You want us to go for a ride? This thing doesn't exactly look a thrilling attraction.'

'I promise, it will be the ride of your life.' James answered, his grin growing as he pulled a couple of the levers before him, a constant chugging thrum filling the hallway.

Hannah still paused for a second before she turned to her friend with a casual shrug. 'What's the worst that could happen?'

Before Mathilda could answer that question, Hannah hopped up onto the strange vehicle and settled herself into the front seat behind what looked like the top of a tuba which opened up towards her and in front of the large central tank.

Mathilda, feeling more than a little tipsy with all that champagne that was starting to go to her head decided it was time to get out of her comfort zone. She felt good, she looked even better and as Hannah had said, what was the worst that could happen. So downing the last of her glass before setting it down beside the machine, she climbed up quickly to take the seat be-side her friend.

'Don't forget to buckle up.' James called back, prompting Hannah to finish her glass and place it down between her feet before both ladies secured themselves in with a decisive click. 'I'll start us off nice and easy, okay?'

Hannah responded with a soft laugh. 'Give us your worst.'

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'Alright then. Time to fire her up.' James manipulated a few more controls and the car lurched ponderously into motion. As it crept along, both girls heard a building chugging and humming coming from the engine; along with a strange burbling and gurgling coming from the bronze tank behind them, perhaps some reaction from whatever fuelled this mad ma-chine. Mathilda was the first to turn to look at the source of this noise and was surprised to see small trickles of white foam coming from one side of the tank, as well as dripping from the various intake valves.

'Is this all you've got?' Hannah called out, her voice now edging away from playful to slightly disgruntled. Such was her growing discontent that by the time Mathilda had managed to get her attention, those trickles had turned into a steady flow with one stream now squirting the white foam liberally.

'So in addition to being boring, this thing is broken.' Hannah whined petulantly.

'I don't know.' Mathilda said, having turned back with growing concern to see that the foam was now starting to leak and spray out from the boiler's top. Suddenly anxious again Mathilda pulled on her seat belt, but it seemed to have locked it place. While their arms and legs were free, the girls couldn't get out of their seats.

Looking to voice her displeasure a little more forcefully Hannah called out to James in the driver's seat. 'I think your car is broken, either that or it's the most boring ride I've ever been on'

James' only response was an unconcerned laugh. 'Don't worry, it's working just fine and remember, you wanted to put it through its paces!'

Mathilda didn't like the look of that, sharing a look with Hannah that she returned with her eyes full of the same concern. It was just at that moment that Mathilda felt something gently hit the back of her head and her shoulder. It was warm and had the consistency of shaving cream. Her head twisted around and saw that foam was now gushing liberally out of the boiler, and a bit had sprayed far enough to hit the back of Mathilda's head.


Hannah allowed herself a brief chuckle much to her friend's chagrin then checked herself, realising she could be next. That thought fresh in her mind she she turned to James and called out over the chugging of the machine.

'You'd better stop this thing before any of this gets on me this fur is probably the most ex-pensive thing on this hunk of junk!'

'Your wish is my command.' James called back, not breaking his gaze on the controls as he threw a lever. While the hugging and chugging continued unabated and even seemed to speed up a little, the gushing of the foam from the tank trailed off much to Hannah's relief.

'Finally.' Hannah sat back with an exasperated huff. 'I'm glad that's over. Soon we'll be free to tell him what a waste of time this was to his face.'

Mathilda wasn't so satisfied, her brow furrowed a little as a thought occurred to her. 'It sounds like the engine is still making foam - if the tank was shut where is it going to go?'

'Like I care.' Hannah folded her arms grumpily over her chest. 'This whole thing has been a huge waste of time.'

Hannah continued her less than subtle rant but Mathilda tuned her out, having suddenly noticed something. A dribble of foam was now dripping from the opening in front of them and landing at her feet. Every time the engine chugged behind them a little more seemed to drip out. Mathilda, confused about what was going on for a second, frowned until a thought hit her and her eyes went wide. Mathilda hastily tried to get Hannah's attention over her furi-ous muttering, only having managed to get her to raised her head before it was too late as with no warning at all the two ladies were both blasted with a huge gush of foam.

It wasn't as powerful as some of the ones that would come after, but already enough foam sprayed out of the opening in front of them to cover Mathilda 's right and Hannah's left side and to spatter foam on the sides of their faces. As they both shrieked out of shock, Mathilda had reacted quickly enough to block some of the spray with her hands. Hannah not being so quick on the uptake had gotten a full blast covering her the in thick white foam.

'MY FUR!' Hannah cried out in a panic at the creamy foam clinging to her clothing, hair and skin alike. 'What the FUCK is going on! This fucking thing is spraying foam everywhere and it's getting on my coat! I can't believe'

Hannah never got to finish that sentence because that was the moment when they got hit with a second, more powerful blast which instantly covered their bodies and sprayed their faces with warm, thick foam. Both girls now lunged forward with a fresh shriek and frantically tried to block the pipe with their hands. There was simply too much foam pouring through for them to stop, and their hands only served to make it spray through their fingers all over them. Giving up on that Mathilda wiped her eyes and mouth clean, but almost immediately it was covered again by another blast, this time paired with a wave of foam that washed over their shoulders from the tank behind them.

The spray lessened for a moment, and Mathilda took a second to wipe her face and get her bearings. Her hair and makeup were a mess, and her clothes were being destroyed by blast after blast of the still continuing foam she had given up protecting herself from. Next to her, Hannah shrieked with each jet that hit them, clearly not enjoying herself. She hadn't given up trying to block the foam, protect herself, and wipe her face clean at the same time, with the result that she just got more and more foamy.

She let out a long, low moan of horror. "It's in my hair, it's all over my face, it's down my dress what the hell is g.' Once again she was cut off her her own shriek as they got hit with a particularly powerful blast which thanks to Hannah trying to block the pipe with her hands sprayed through her fingers into their faces, leaving Hannah's face splattered. In the middle of all of this though, Mathilda realised something. She was incredibly wet, and not just from the foam. Hannah's shrieks, the surprise and shock of not knowing when a blast would come, the embarrassment and humiliation and most of all the thick warm foam she was more covered in by the second; somehow all of this was turning her on. Almost without realising it, Mathilda found herself sinking into her chair and touching her clit with her long, slender fin-gers. Just as Hannah shrieked with each blast, Mathilda involuntarily moaned every time and felt herself slipping closer and closer to orgasm. In a way, the restraints of the seatbelt made it even better she felt absolutely powerless to do anything as wave after wave of foam sprayed all over her.

So caught up was Mathilda that she didn't notice the car grind to a halt. The girls were abso-lutely covered in foam from head to toe, as was the car and everything on it. Clearly pleased with himself James hopped down from the controls and laughed, he was just as covered as everyone else, but seemingly in much better spirits. 'There's a changing room just there eve-ryone, and we'll give you all something to change into.'

'You knew this would happen!!!' Hannah stamped her foot petulantly, all the fury of it ruined by her dripping covering of foam. 'You knew what this crazy machine would do to us. I'm..I'm going to sue you for every penny you have. And you will pay to replace these furs.'

Not wanting to hear his reply as well as snubbing his offer of a change of clothes, Hannah stormed back to the club proper where she attracted some very strange looks as she hurried outside to flag down a cab.

Deciding it was best to let her cool off by herself, Mathilda turned back to James who she no-ticed suddenly shifting away from her in an attempt to hide something that was laughably obvious, his cock was rock hard inside of his pants.

'That was so much fun!' Mathilda laughed, trying to act casually even as James moved a lit-tle closer to her.

'I'm glad you enjoyed it.' James said while he playfully brushed some foam off of her bare thigh. 'Our other riders didn't seem to think so though they all seem to have left!'

Mathilda looked him in the eyes steadily for a second, as if trying to read something into his touch. 'Well maybe you and I could go for our own ride then?' Feeling bold, she put her hand gently on the bulge in his pants, waiting for him to pull away. When he didn't she con-tinued. 'You know, if I didn't know better, I would say that this entire ride was just because seeing girls covered in foam turns you on.'

With a sudden wicked grin James pushed her against the foam-covered car, leaned in close and whispered softly in her ear. 'Would you like to find out?'

Mathilda shivered but didn't pull away. Their eyes met for a second before Mathilda could no longer help herself and kissed him passionately. A kiss that James returned as eagerly.


James moved closer, Mathilda feeling his foamy body pressed against hers. The warm, yield-ing foam squashed between them. Tentatively at first then with growing confidence, she drew him closer; the foam surrounding her just as his arms encircled her waist with a similar hesitation. James didn't stay hesitant for long, his arms having drawn her against his mus-cled chest where he held her softly. The kiss they shared was anything but soft. Rather it was urgent and demanding, filled with a mutual desire neither of them wanted to deny.

A desire Mathilda could feel, James' chest not being the only hard thing she could feel through her foam soaked and heavy clothing. She gasped a sharp moan of sudden delight as James shifted slightly, his length rubbing over her stomach with an electric shock of pleasure.

James, maybe taking that as a sudden step too far, moved away sharply; his face a mask of mortification and dread. Only for Mathilda to gently seize his hand in hers, giving it a reassur-ing squeeze that seemed to placate him more than words ever could. Still, that didn't stop him from offering an apology.

'I'm sorry. I shou'

'Shhh.' Mathilda pressed her lips gently against his, cutting him off softly. 'You didn't do any-thing I didn't want. Or like. Speaking of likes,it feels like you really like seeing me like this. Is this what gets you off? Seeing beautiful ladies dripping in foam?'

'Wellnot just that.' James answered bashfully.

Mathilda made a note to press him on that later. Right now something else was on her mind. 'Something she didn't want to rush into. Her body burned with the need for him to take her. But she held back, not wanting to scare him off. 'Maybe we should see just how much you like it. We really should get you out of this wet clothing, don't you think?'




'You know, I think we should.' James agreed as he slipped out of his jacket quickly, Mathilda's fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his waistcoat before both she and he, with a tangle of intertwined fingers, hastily turned to his shirt. Mathilda's hands trembled with each button that she undid clumsily, her fingers struggling with the slippery plastic discs; not sure why she was suddenly so nervous. After all, she was the one nearly naked. What did she have to be nervous about? She had no answer as James undid the last button and slipped from his shirt quickly. His fingers reached the button on his trousers first and she hung back, letting him lead in case he was as nervous as she was. If he was, he showed no sign of it, kicking off his shoes and removing his socks before easing his loosened trousers down his legs to join the pool of foam around his ankles. Somehow Mathilda wasn't surprised to see he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts woven from a delicate silver cotton.

'Don't stop there. You've been teasing me with it long enough.' Those words sounded utterly feeble, cheesy and shamingly stupid in her head but they seemed to do the trick. With barely a pause James somewhat awkwardly eased his boxers away from his waist and down his legs, nothing now between her eyes and the length that he had indeed been teasing her with.

'I hope it was worth the wait.' She heard the same worry in his voice and it reassured her be-yond measure.

'I think it was. You really did like seeing me getting all covered in foam, didn't you?' Mathilda moved a little closer to him, the tips of her fingers resting softly on his flared head. 'Is this how you rich eccentric types get your kicks?'

'Well..you did look really good all covered in it. Not that you didn't look good before. Or look good right now.' James swallowed deeply.

'That doesn't really answer the question.' Mathilda teased him a little. 'Is this how you get your jollies? Getting cute girls all covered in foam from your dastardly machine and then hav-ing your wicked way with them?'

'Actuallyno.' James replied with a dejected sigh that made her heart ache. 'You are the on-ly one who has stuck around after the fact. Tonight was the trial run of this machine but that doesn't mean there weren't others. People always seem intrigued by my inventions, most likely trying to flatter me. Yet when I show them my Bubble Machine or Foam Storm, they re-act like your friend did. If they even try them out. It's just supposed to be a laugh, a little bit of fun.'


'WellI had a lot of fun.' Mathilda hugged him, not caring about his state of undress. She just held him close for a long few seconds before moving back to let her eyes meet his. 'If they had stuck around, what would you have done?'

'Well' James hesitated, seeming genuinely bashful for a second. 'Idon't know. I didn't really think anyone would.'

'Well..it seems to me you know what you want.' Mathilda glanced down at his length with a twinkle in his eye. 'Why don't you have a seat?'

'Have a seatoh.' James smiled softly as he worked out what Mathilda meant, moving over to his machine and climbing carefully up to the front seat. After all the whole machine from the seats to the steps that lead up to them were still piled high, and dripping with, the creamy foam it had expelled during its test run. Equally carefully James positioned himself right over the centre of the chair, watching as Mathilda climbed up to join him. Her body twinged with the same growing pleasure with each step, her nipples tingling, her pussy so warm and wet. She joined him the naked pair standing thigh deep in the creamy foam. 'Now what?'

'I said have a seat.' Mathilda chuckled sweetly with a gentle kiss on James lips. 'Sohave a seat.'

Mathilda had to suppress both a moan and the urge to touch herself right then and there as James sank down both into the chair and the mound of foam behind him, the silky cream enveloping his body almost up to his chest. Her sex throbbed with the desire that had been bubbling under the surface, a tingle of pulsing pleasure running up along her spine. She wondered how that felt, the soft still warm foam surrounding and cupping his shaft and balls with its own soft touch. Just like she wondered how hard he was. She had to find out.

'Care to join me?'

'Oh yes.' Mathilda did, just not in the way he imagined. Exactly what James had imagined in that moment she had no idea. Perhaps he wanted her to simply sit next to him. Or to literally join him in his lap. However he didn't complain as she slowly knelt before him, her curves slowly sinking into the thick cream that clung to her tightly until she had gone all the way down to her knees with it cresting just over her breasts. For a few seconds Mathilda in-dulged in that feeling, the still warm foam caressing her through her dress like the most ten-der of lovers. Would James be that tender? Her legs trembled from that thought, her pussy radiating a fresh heat throughout her body, enjoying the pleasure the touch of the cream brought her. Before that could overwhelm her into her first orgasm that she very much want-ed to share with him, Mathilda withdrew from it while she reached for James. Finding his legs through almost blind luck, Mathilda literally felt her way up his obscured body until her fingers brushed against his balls. Feeling him jerk a little, she moved higher quickly, claim-ing his length softly with a soft grip that still sent foam rushing out between her closed fin-gers.

James was so hard and so slick with the smooth foam that her hand just glided over his skin, not gripping and tugging but gently sliding over his slippery flesh with a slow rhythm. Up to his head she drew her hand before sliding back down again, adding a little twist at the top now and then. Testing him.

Her eyes stayed locked on James' that had already half closed, his breathing coming ever so slightly faster. Mathilda could have gone faster, but one last doubt held her back. Had she misread this? Would James suddenly come to his senses, shocked back to the now as he asked her to stop?

'Stop.' James gasped horsely, her fears suddenly and horrendously proved to be true. At least they were in Mathilda's mind, her hand freezing in mortified rejection and sorrow. Until James continued. 'Just..for a moment. I was getting close there.'

'Soso soon.' Mathilda managed what she hoped was a coy grin. 'Now what could be get-ting you so worked up? Are you enjoying seeing me up to my boobs in this foam so much that you can't control yourself?'

It might not have been the most polished bit of sexy talk yet it seemed to do the trick, James not trusting himself to talk for a moment, Mathilda feeling the ripple of tension run through his hips to his shaft. 'Well..maybe a little.'

'Wellmaybe that's what I wanted.' Mathilda pulled her hand away from him to cup her breasts, softly rubbing the warm foam into her dress and curves alike; her eyes were the ones to now drift closed. 'So what's the harm in getting what you want. I can give that to you.'

'Maybe you already have.' James managed a smile of his own.

'Ohso you are just satisfied with seeing me like this?' Mathilda teased. 'Maybe we should get a picture you can use as your screensaver and leave it at that.'

'Well..nowI didn't say that.' James whispered.

'Good. Because I want you right here.' Mathilda chuckled. 'But right now, I want to give you something.'

'What do youoh my.' James breath caught in his throat as Mathilda moved closer, her hands bringing her breasts together and around his cock. Slippery hardness met slippery soft curves that pressed into his twitching length.

James froze, his whole body locked up as if not daring to move unless that pushed him over the edge. Which was okay. Mathilda moved anyway, her slippery breasts gliding and sliding over his cock with each raise and lower of her body.

James breathed faster and faster. Mathilda couldn't ignore that. Just as she couldn't ignore eyes locked on her foam coated breasts that squeezed and pressed into him. This must real-ly be turning him on and she couldn't deny it was doing the same to her. Rocking her hips in the foam that surrounded her, movements that sent the white cream rippling. James couldn't see her breasts beyond the upper curve that rose from the cream now and then but he could feel them. And she could feel him, feel as he jerked forward and tensed suddenly to a or-gasm that locked his body up. While the essence of his orgasm was lost to the white foam already coating her breasts almost as that release taken to an extreme, she could feel the spasms that preceded them.

'You look amazing right now.' James breathed a sigh as he collapsed back into the seat.

'I bet you say that to all the cream covered girls.' Mathilda laughed. 'Thoughmaybe I'm not covered enough.'

'Oh?' That one word was all that James could manage, his voice seeming as spent as his cock now softening between her breasts. For now at least.

'I'm sure you have more cream to cover me in.' Mathilda said with a wink, leaving James to guess if she meant him or his machine. For a few seconds anyway. 'You did say you wanted to put this thing through its paces.'

'I did.' James agreed. 'You'd like that.'

'I'm beginning to.' Mathilda wasn't sure if that was a question or not. But she had her own questions. She hadn't expected that but it was true. What had started out as just enjoyment of a quirky idea was actually proving to be a real turn on. Or maybe it was just being with James that did it. She was underselling it. She had never been this turned on. 'Though not as much as you.'

Mathilda released him and leaned back herself, her hands digging into the foam again. In-stead of taking him as he no doubt wanted, Mathilda swept the foam away from him, pushing more of it around her until her breasts were fully covered. With it lapping and pooling around her neck, she could now see him and her hands descended on his cock, clearing away the excess foam until he was fully exposed to her. Shaking her hands clean, she wiped away the last lingering traces of the foam and his ejaculation that no doubt mixed with it. Seeing his shaft again becoming hard under her touch, she pulled her hands away. James only had a second to groan in complaint before her mouth closed around him.

It would be a surprise to her friends that shy, sweet Mathilda actually knew how to give an amazing blowjob. Not that she would have put it like that. She just knew what guys liked. While the thought of deep throating him made her even wetter beneath the settling foam, Mathilda kept that urge in check, bobbing her head over his tip, mixing that with sweet licks and curls of her tongue.

'Looks like you do have more in the tank.' Mathilda punctuated that question with a slow lock down to the base of his cock, her lips lightly brushing his balls before those kisses trailed back to his head. Each kiss was met with a moan of low, soft yet urging pleasure. Which were nothing to the moan he let loose when she took him back into her mouth. Not just his head either, her mouth slipping down and down until his head was in her throat. Holding him there, Mathilda used only the slightest motion to stroke all of his cock at once, pulling back to inch him back to the extent of her mouth. Wether is was that slow movement or the erotic sight of her foam nestled body before him or some combination of both, Mathilda was unable to guess. Either way it wasn't long before she felt him tense up, tasting the first trickle of pre-cum in her mouth and she froze, feeling him twitch and spasm before her. The very thought of his cum gushing out onto her face turned her on immensely, more than she could have imagined. And caused a thought to jump into her mind.

Carefully she loosened her lip lock on his cock and looked up at James who respinded with a groan of anticipation and desire.

'Does this thing have any more juice in it?'

'Oh yes. A lot.' James smiled coyly and broke away to the driver's seat and quickly pulled a lever. As the car came back to life, he quickly climbed back down and sat next to Mathilda who now sat next to him in the front seat swept clean of foam. For the moment. "As a heads up this thing is going on its own I won't have any control over the foam levels."

'Good.' Mathilda said with a moan, both her legs and his settled knee high in the lingering foam that was a precursor of what was to come.


James barely got back in time. A second after he had settled down into his seat, seatbelts forgotten this time, the car lurched back to life. It wasn't like they wanted to go anywhere. Mathilda could hear the tank filling up behind them, her heart pounding as she sat beside the naked James, barely able to contain her excitement. She craned her head back to watch as foam started to spray and leak from the sides of the tank, wanting so much for that foam to cover her body so badly she could hardly contain herself.

Unable to resist any longer, Mathilda hastily tore of her clothing, casting her dress, shoes and underwear out of the car without a thought to where they landed. She could find them later. Or not. Now naked as him and clean of all but the littlest traces of foam, she slipped easily into James lap, nestled against him and waiting for the first gush of foam. The ma-chine must have been still warmed up because it exploded all over her much faster this time.

She hadn't realised how much James had been holding it back before , perhaps an attempt to not scare off his companions instead of letting it run riot over them. Now there was nothing between them and the unstoppable operation of the machine as it did what it was designed to do. Bubbling gush after bubbling gush washed over them both, the pressure of the surg-ing foam between her legs making her shudder with a small orgasm. Even if she had been utterly clean, she would have been covered in seconds. She clearly wasn't the only one ex-tremely turned on at this point.

Again she felt James tense up behind her and without even thinking about it she moved to mount him. Leaning backwards as far as she could she let James fuck her, his wonderful machine continuing to spew white creaminess over them both. Each surge of foam, and thrust of his hips, felt better than the last. Would the tank ever run out? She hoped not. Sure-ly it would last longer than James could. Which wasn't a slight on him. This was the most bi-zarre and yet erotic experience she had ever had.

They were both nearly lost under the bubbling white mass now, only their heads visible above the still rolling gushing foam that coated them. How James hadn't come yet she had no idea, but she knew he was close. She felt that in the way he gripped her tight, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper as his orgasm rose. She heard him groan something that might have been her name, then felt him go utterly still except for the urgent stiffening twitch of his cock. Warmth filled her pussy that didn't come solely from her own orgasm and she arched her back in silent pleasure, feeling nothing but his closeness, his hands on her, pressing into the foam still cascading over them both. Her head dipped and was swamped for a second, more pouring down onto her breasts, running over her every curve, rolling over her stomach and caressing between her legs, bringing her to another mini climax. James stayed with her and in her, his climax lasting longer than she would have imagined, his cock still twitching it's release as her own pleasure faded to a warm glow. As she sighed in his arms, she heard one last sigh from the machine as with one last gush of foam over her head and his alike, it ground to a halt shakily.

'Looks like there are still some bugs here.' James said sheepishly.

'Well..when you work them out, let me know. I'd love another ride.' Mathilda said as she snuggled back into his arms. 'Right now, is it okay if we stay here for a little bit?'

'You know, I wouldn't mind that at all.'

END.