Elizabeth story Tears From Fears

At first thought, Henri Ibert wanted to get back
home from San Francisco to Montreal on a direct flight
and enjoy the last few days of his holidays at home.
But at the last minute, he decided to visit Elizabeth
Morris in New York. Then take a regional flight
home.<br><br>Arriving in New York within hours, Henri decided to do
some shopping in the Big Apple before the evening when
he would try to contact Elizabeth at home. As he had
taken only minimal luggage, his valise wasn't a burden
as he shopped. <br><br>Just past six o'clock, he
hailed a taxi and headed to Elizabeth's street and
apartment building. They had e-mailed and sent letters back
and forth now for quite some time so he was quite
familiar with the number and name of her street.
<br><br>At the door, Hi took a deep breath and hoped she was
home. And knocked.<br><br>Elizabeth opened the door and
was all smiles. She had seen Hi through the peephole
in the door.<br><br>"Henri!" she said, "Come
in!"<br><br>And Hi entered. And set his valise
down.<br><br>Elizabeth pulled him into the living room and held his
hands to look to him.<br><br>"My God, you look
gorgeous, Henri," said Elizabeth.<br><br>Hi was wearing
black eyeliner to highlight his eyes and thick plastic
framed rectangular glasses, very much in vogue now, his
hair short spiked, black t-shirt with red muscle
striations on it, a faded jean jacket and floppy faded
bellbottoms, looking very much a Mippie (the new slang now for
Millenium Hippie). She thought he was a Gallic cross
between Christian Slater and Jon Bon Jovi in their
mid-twenties.<br><br>"And I didn't know you wore glasses, Henri," said
Elizabeth.<br><br>"Oh these, they're just for fashion. They're
non-prescription," said Hi.<br><br>Elizabeth wanted to hold him so
badly, as she was intensely attracted just looking at
him. But she noticed Hi looked sad for some
reason.<br><br>"Let's sit down," said Elizabeth. And they did on
Elizabeth's long corduroy couch.<br><br>"What's wrong?" said
Elizabeth. "You look so sad." And she took Hi's hand and
kissed it.

Hi told her that he was on holiday and had just
been in San Francisco that morning. And his meeting
(and sleeping) with David Emerson LaForge, one of the
most talented and cutest contortionists in the
world.<br><br>Hi thought getting away for a holiday for a while
might help. For the first day it did. But something had
happened that was pressing on him. The vacation did not
help.<br><br>"What is it? What happened?" And Elizabeth kissed his
hand again.<br><br>And Hi told her about his first
night of holidays in Toronto, seeing the elastic thief
robbing an Automated Teller Machine at a bank in a poorly
lit area of the downtown in the wee hours of the
morning.<br><br>Elizabeth pressed him for details.<br><br>"He was a young
black man, my age, possibly younger," said Hi. "A bit
scruffy but VERY good-looking. He didn't think anyone saw
him. But I did. I had taken stretching formula that
night and when we saw each other, I showed him that I
was elastic too. He couldn't believe it. I tried to
persuade him out of the robbery. But he had already made
up his mind. I didn't stop him. I gave him my phone
number if he wanted to talk. I doubt if he
will."<br><br>Hi took off his glasses and set them on a side
table. Then he got closer to Elizabeth. And she could
tell he needed her. She got closer and held him. And
Hi began to cry.<br><br>"You've been thinking about
HIM, haven't you?" Elizabeth asked
softly.<br><br>"Yes," sobbed Hi. Then Hi looked at her fiercely and
said, "What is this sophistry about free will? I'm a
student of history. Don't people know that the present is
caused by the past? I was raised in a middle-class
family, not rich, but a stable home. I had the privilege
of a good education and parents that could help me
pay for schooling. But what about him? Was he abused
as a child? Or abandoned? Raised in an orphanage
(and all the horrors that arise from that)? Why would
anyone CHOOSE a life of crime? I'm afraid! I'm so afraid
for him! What's going to happen to him? When the
authorities catch him, they'll put him in a glass or plastic
prison from which he'll never escape. Or if he becomes
dangerous, electrocute him and dissect him on some forensic
table in a basement to find out what made him elastic!
He must have had some sort of incident occur to
him--like you--to cause his transformation." And Hi sobbed
more.<br><br>Elizabeth held Hi like a little boy, holding his head to
her breast.

She took Hi into her bedroom, turned on the
shaded lamp, and sat him down on the bed.<br><br>"Don't
look," she said, smiling, and went to the closet, pulled
an article of clothing, then went into the
bathroom.<br><br>In a minute, she came out.<br><br>"All right, Henri,
you can look now."<br><br>Hi turned and
gasped.<br><br>Elizabeth had pulled her longish deep brown hair into a
ponytail and now was in a purple latex catsuit, a solid
one-piece suit from the neck down, covering even the hands
like gloves and the feet too. The latex shone almost
as reflectively as a mirror. And with Elizabeth's
athletic figure, Hi was very attracted.<br><br>She
approached Hi and stood in front of him.<br><br>"What do you
think?" she said shyly.<br><br>Hi only put his hands
carefully around her slim waist and leaned over closer.
Looked at her breast then at her.<br><br>She nodded.
<br><br>Hi slowly put his lips over her taut latex-covered
breast and began to suck on it, gently because he knew
latex is very delicate and tears easily. Hi sucked on
one then the other, never imagining--thinking himself
a gay male for so many years--that such a simple
thing as a woman's breast would give so much pleasure.
He realized the sensation was like sucking a
beautiful ass (and one of those can be on a boy or girl).
Hi's little moans of pleasure only made Elizabeth fill
with desire and she began to remove Hi's clothes.
First the jean jacket. Then she removed her breast
gently then leaned down to remove his shoes, socks,
jeans, briefs. She realized that Hi's "t-shirt" wasn't
one at all but a black spandex bodysuit painted with
red muscle striations all over the
body.<br><br>"Henri, your bodysuit...it's beautiful."
<br><br>"Thanks," said Hi shyly. "I had it hand-painted by an
artist friend in Montreal." But Hi only hung his head.
Elizabeth slowly removed the bodysuit from one of
Hi's shoulders, then his arm, then the other shoulder
and arm, then helped him remove the bodysuit from his
torso and legs.<br><br>Nude now, Hi only looked at
Elizabeth.<br><br>She looked at him seriously for only a moment, then
she slowly elongated vertically, just enough for the
latex bodysuit to become slack and fall helplessly to
the floor in a puddle. <br><br>Returning to normal,
she glanced at the bed and Hi pulled himself back
fully onto it and rested his head on the
pillow.<br><br>Elizbeth laid down on top of him fully and stared into his
tired blue eyes.<br><br>Her legs stretched and coiled
around each of Hi's legs from thighs to
ankles.<br><br>Then she pulled her torso back and slowly flattened
from torso to head to the thickness of paper and
wrapped herself slowly around Hi's torso, leaving her
arms free--and Hi's--to touch each other.<br><br>Her
neck stretched around so she could look Hi directly in
the face again, and she slowly touched her lips to
his. And Hi was almost too physically and emotionally
exhausted even to kiss her. So she took the initiative and
began kissing Hi's lips hungrily but very slowly. She
bent her elastic arms around to touch Hi's forehead
then his spikey hair.<br><br>Hi began to snuffle
again, still sad, but still needing her.<br><br>She only
said "Shhhhhhhh........." and only kissed him
more.<br><br>Hi's erection was still complete and had been since
sucking Elizabeth's breasts.<br><br>Elizabeth carefully
positioned herself over Hi's erection and slowly went down
on Hi, taking him into her fully.<br><br>As she was
fully elastic, she needed no longer worry about the
limitations of spine or pelvis and she began manipulating and
squeezing Hi's penis in a variey of ways never before done
by a woman, but sure not to bend Hi's erection
wrongly and thus hurt him. Hi was breathing quicker now,
excited, and Elizabeth gently pushed her elastic tongue
into Hi's mouth and wormed it around, then they
french-kissed very powerfully, but Elizabeth eased off the
copulating so Hi would not come quickly, then renewed with
vigour again.<br><br>Elizabeth swore she would make this
good for Henri and for a tiny while ease his inner
pain. Through his occasional sobs, she simply licked
away his tears and swirled her varying-length tongue
around his cheeks.<br><br>This extraordinary sex lasted
nearly half an hour, then, exhausted, Henri felt himself
cumming and Elizabeth knew it by the change in his
erection within her. She pumped on him harder and faster
and, gasping for breath, Henri came inside Elizabeth
with powerful spurts. Then was spent.<br><br>Elizabeth
pulled the free half of the comforter over them, then
they fell asleep, Elizabeth not even removing her body
and legs coiled around Hi in a warm elastic
embrace.<br><br>The next morning Elizabeth called her work and took
the day off "sick". But she spent the day at her
apartment with Hi, eating with him, making love to him.
Dreading the time when he would have to leave.
<br><br><br><br>The Holy Insurgent of Uncertainty<br>c2001