With its romantic arches and ancient red brick walls and ceilings, it was the perfect cosy hideaway for our illicit trysts. The Dulham Laboratory just outside Axford had been built on the site of an old stately home that had been destroyed in a horrendous fire in the 1930s. During demolition the original cellars of an earlier building had been discovered and they were kept because of their historical significance. As I lay on my back, completely relaxed on the amazingly comfortable king size bed, I stared at the orange Tudor bricks curving gracefully above me. I moaned softly as my lover ran her lips across my recently freed manhood, her warm breath tickling my skin as she slowly progressed to its tip and engulfed me in a swift movement that made me arch my back in delight.
Professor Ella Bianchi was the head of the Future Energy Research Department and responsible for the whole site. She was unbelievably smart and was on the brink of a major breakthrough that promised to revolutionise the world, but here, with me, now, she was simply the sexiest woman alive. I had always been her favoured post graduate student as I was pretty hot on nuclear physics and was a major contributor to the speed at which things were moving forward. The fifteen years between us were inconsequential and, at thirty eight, she looked fantastic and was insatiable between the sheets. Her passionate assault that had made me hard as a rock was just some foreplay. She pulled apart her lab coat revealing a black silk teddy and, crawling slowly, brought it forward towards my face so I could undo the pop fasteners with my teeth and release the heavenly scent of her arousal.
She was wealthy from her failed marriage. All her time was spent on her project, but the money and my labour had helped turn the secret basement into the most delightful love nest where she could seek satisfaction. We had spent several evenings installing high quality furniture, wall hangings, lush deep pile rugs and many other atmospheric details. We would often disappear at certain times of the day as the mood took her. It was extremely convenient as it was accessed by a trapdoor in the secure store room behind her office. After passing along a relatively low corridor, you arrived at the main part of the cellar where we now were, bathed in the light of the flickering electric candles placed in the original nooks in the walls. Her squeal of pleasure echoed round the walls as my tongue, lapping eagerly at her clitoris, had its desired effect. I was so hard, and so in need, but I loved her taste and delighted in giving her pleasure.
Beneath layers of concrete and lead, we were directly under the huge tokamak that by the morning would have completed the longest ever self- sustained run taking us, and mankind, closer to harnessing the power of the sun on earth. Excited by that thought, we were already harnessing the power of our love and, having felt how ready I was, she slid herself back, offering a silk covered nipple to my waiting lips as she used her hand to guide me in to her wetness before pounding her hips up and down as she fucked me. This was my favourite position as well as hers. As I groaned in pleasure at the heat rising in my groin and the sound of the slap, slap, slap of her thighs on mine, I felt her inner muscles tighten and spasm, squeezing my cock and sending me over the edge. With a wild shriek, she came, and I came too. A perfect sexual climax to celebrate the climax of years of scientific preparation and hard work!
We lay side by side, cooling off and holding hands until a cold drop of condensation from the ceiling landed on my forehead and made me sit up. I noticed a strange blue glow emanating from the corridor we had come down.
“Lie down why don’t you,” Ella said, grabbing my arm and pulling, as I continued to look at the strange light which was pulsing and dancing.
“I’m not sure I like the look of that,” I replied in a worried tone.
“The look of what?” She said, sitting up. “Oh! Right! No, that doesn’t look good. That’s our only way out of here.”
A patch of blue light flittered into our room, sparkling on the surfaces like Saint Elmo’s fire.
“Let’s get out of here before it gets any worse!” I said and pulled her arm firmly. She wriggled out of my grip.
“Yes, but I’ll go first, I’ve got more experience of plasma fields and know what to look out for. You stay behind me.” We secured our lab coats, not that they were going to protect us, and I followed her until she stopped.
“It seems to get more intense here and then end,” She said turning to me, “I’m going to run through, then you follow once I’m clear.”
“OK!”
She ran as fast as she could. I watched blue sprites dancing on her white coat, and then, she disappeared. I did a double take before assuming it was some sort of optical illusion, a hazy mirror like effect, and ran after her. There was nowhere else to go.
I felt a strange feeling across my skin as I ran, like a thousand ants marching on me, and then I almost crashed into her as she appeared in front of me, looking frightened, but otherwise completely normal and unharmed. Behind us was a much calmer blue glow, nothing like the electrical storm we had run through.
“Are you OK?” She asked. “It’s just you weren’t there when I turned around.”
“You disappeared too.”
“This is weird, it must be a field leak from the reactor, we’d better go check everything is running OK! If it’s all gone wrong, people will be looking for us!”
We hurried back to the trapdoor, but Ella couldn’t move it. She slightly lost her cool and I moved her out of the way. It was definitely not opening, but it seemed that there was perhaps something on it as I could get it to move slightly. I pressed my back against it and used my legs to force it up. A chink of light showed, I was making progress. Ella began to push too, her cleavage thrust in my face. With a grunt I pushed as hard as I could, more light flooded in and there was an almighty crash as the door flung open. I jumped up and out and Ella followed. Someone had placed a large cabinet over the trap door that was now lying to one side and even more strangely the room looked completely different from when we had left it. The main door rattled and we heard a key in the lock.
“Who the hell are you?” Shouted the stranger in a high pitched voice. They were pointing something that looked like a gun at us. “And how the hell did you get in here?”
Ella and I just froze from the shock.
“Well, explain yourselves!” The stranger shouted, angrier this time. I looked at him, or her. It was disconcerting as I could not be sure whether our stranger was a masculine woman or feminine man. They were wearing makeup and their straw blonde hair was cut in a pageboy style with a sweeping fringe brushed across their forehead. They looked to be in their late twenties and wore a plain grey jumpsuit with a black double chevron logo on the left breast and a wide black utility belt around the waist that matched the unisex shiny black ankle boots which had a moderate heel. The jumpsuit was cleverly tailored so that, although it was loose fitting and hid the contours of the body underneath, the free flowing material had a lustrous sheen and provided a surprisingly sexy body shape. In fact, despite being unclear about the sex of our stranger, I found them very attractive and somehow the featureless nature of the jumpsuit added to this.
I looked at Ella and she looked back. Her expression of confusion mirrored mine, but then she turned and spoke.
“Look, I have no idea who you are, or what is going on here, but I am Professor Bianchi, head of this unit, and I demand that you explain yourself!” The stranger’s face broke into a broad smile and laughed.
“Well that’s a new one I have to say, but very convincing. You could have almost had me there!”
“I’m serious!” Ella screamed.
The stranger's smile transformed instantly into a severe frown.
“OK that’s enough. You two are in deep trouble. I’ve no idea how you got in here, or why you are dressed like that, but I do know that I’m in the shit if I can’t explain how you got here and who you are.” Ella’s face turned red. She was very assertive and easily riled and this stranger had pressed all the buttons. She opened her mouth and began what should have been a memorable torrent of abuse, but I heard a click and a whooshing sound, her roaring voice stopped and a look of complete serenity appeared on her face.
“What the hell have you done!” I shouted, moving forwards, but another click and I too was overwhelmed by a sense of unbelievable happiness and contentment mingled with, much to my confusion, a heightened sense of sexual desire for the stranger.”
“Right, come with me.” The stranger barked, and we docilely complied, moving through the door into what should have been Ella’s office but instead seemed to be another store room full of jumpsuits, shoes and other items. As we walked past, the stranger scanned us with some device unhooked from their utility belt.
“Take those ridiculous things off while I get you some proper clothing!”
Ella and I undressed compliantly and stood naked holding our clothes waiting for the next instruction while our captor rummaged around in the racks and boxes.
“You two reek of sex! I guess that explains those clothes and what you were doing in there though. There is a shower through that door, drop those rags you're holding and get yourselves cleaned up, then put these on.”
There was a pile of lime green and black items left on two chairs. The stranger indicated which pile was for Ella and which was for me and, after telling us that we had thirty minutes to clean up and get dressed, looked at me and smiled.
“Nice love organ by the way, I’ve not seen many that size!”
We heard the door lock and Ella laughed! My erection was jutting out and twitching with a mind of its own.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“Yes, I actually feel amazing! Are you OK?”
“The same.”
“We had better do as that man said.”
“Is it a man?” I questioned.
“Actually I don’t know, I just assumed, but to be fair he or she sounded more like a girl and did seem to really like your ‘love organ!'”
Ella chuckled and supported it gently in her palm.
“It does look particularly magnificent that hard, but it’s very purple at the end! Is it alright?”
“It’s just really engorged, I thought that stranger was quite sexy.”
“Did you now!” Ella chastised me, “mind you so did I! Look, let’s get in the shower or we’ll be in more trouble with him.”
“Her?” I challenged. She laughed.
The shower was massive so we got in it together. There were three dispensers on the wall: Body wash, depilatory cream and body lotion and we began washing each other. Instinctively we both liberally applied the depilatory cream which seemed to be very fast acting and left us both completely smooth and with a fresh tingling sensation all over. The scent of the body wash was divine, with floral hints on a base of vanilla and coconut and, combined with the steamy heat and the effect of this drug, it was inevitable that our bodies would soon be entwined, hands sliding over each other, touching and caressing.
I pushed Ella against the wall and entered her. My cock had not felt quite this hard and in need of sex ever and I confess that it really was all about me as I fucked her hard, like an animal. She was clearly loving my dominance, her heavy breathing interspersed with shrill cries of weakness as I took her, filling her and making her mine. I felt myself getting close and she sensed it too. When my final thrust came, she shuddered and groaned as I closed my eyes and filled her with my seed.
The shower had a built in dryer and it felt amazing as the warm air blew all around us, caressing our skin like a warm summer breeze. It was a new experience for me. Gone was the slightly irritating tickling from all those pointless little hairs on my arms and legs, instead the breeze on my skin felt like the gentlest of gossamer touches and extremely sensual. It must have detected automatically that we were dry and gradually stopped, so we re-entered Ella’s old office and looked at the chairs.
The clothes were identical in all but size and we inspected them. First there was a nude body in a brushed material that looked like satin, but felt like silk. It was clearly a technical material, stretchy in some places and firmer in others, but very fine and pleasant to the touch. We slipped into those, the bottom fastening with a clever device that when you placed the material together allowed no lateral movement,but was still simple and easy to separate. Ella watched as I ran my hands up and down my body. I had never felt anything like it! It hugged me with a gentle compression and felt extremely comfortable. I was totally aware of it, but it felt like it was part of me, like a second skin.
“This feels fabulous,” Ella said, as she straightened hers, her breasts flattened by the chest panels. “Much nicer than a normal body. I’m surprised you put it on though, it’s not very macho!”
“No, it’s not, but then neither am I.”
“You were in the shower!” She threw back at me with a big smile.
“I was a bit of a brute I guess, but I hate the things that word implies. Anyway I really like this, I’m amazed how good it feels.”
“It looks really good on you too, I love the way it sculpts you round the groin area and emphasises your pecs!”
The next items were stockings and could not really be construed as long socks despite my insistence. Ella helped me pull these on. The material was identical to that of the body and sticky rubber bands held them in place at thigh level. It was only when you put on the jumpsuit, or boiler suit as I preferred to call it, that you realised why the stockings were important, as they meant the legs of the jumpsuit did not gather at all, but flowed frictionlessly as you walked.