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The Box

It wasn?t very heavy; in fact it wasn?t very remarkable at all if one were to ignore the small handwritten note attached to the thing.

?To be opened on the 15th of June at 9:30 pm?

Such simple instructions for such a frustrating little box.

9:13 pm ?close enough I am sure she thought for the hundredth time since the damned thing had shown up on her porch. She had not seen who rung the bell, may not have seen the box at all unless her youngest son had not immediately noticed its bright tinfoil wrapping. That it was from her husband there was no doubt?the 15th was their anniversary after all and he had in the past been known for such eccentricities. He also happened to know how annoyed she would be waiting to open it. She could almost picture him smirking at her from wherever he was half way round the world.

Impervious to her wilful glare the digital clock stubbornly blinked 9:13 pm. Before that, it had just as stubbornly blinked (for at least half an hour it had seemed) 9:12 pm. No respite to be had from the heartless circuits inhabiting the Timex, if anything the thing was slowing down. For nearly a week the box had been mocking her from its place on the kitchen table. It?s simple bow had gained the countenance of an annoying pet that seemed to beg her to open it like a puppy might to play or pet. She never failed to pick it up and give it a little shake when she wandered by hoping it would reveal its secrets.

Finally! 9:14 pm?

Why 9:30? What difference could it possibly make and how could he possibly know if she opened it up a few minutes early? For the hundredth time she chose to defy the demands of the little note and made to open the thing. Lithe and delicate fingers grasped a convenient fold and slid a polished nail under the shiny paper. But still?the instructions were rather particular and the creeping excitement building in the pit of her stomach told her it would be better somehow if she followed its instructions. After all, she had waited a week what?s 15 more minutes?

A glance at the clock?9:14 pm?still. Argh!

She set the box back on the coffee table and rose from the soft leather couch meaning to pace the remaining minutes into submission. Refusing to look at the clock she strode away with a determined gate and swore she would so thoroughly ignore the time that it would have no choice but to move on. The fall of her bare feet onto the soft carpet echoed off the empty walls and blended with the swish of her robe against her otherwise naked form. Twice she encircled the interior of the house even pausing to pick up her half finished glass of wine from the marble topped kitchen counter. She somehow even managed not to look at the clock during this distracting excursion.

Feeling somewhat better for her victory over time she allowed herself a gloating glance at the clock on the third pass thinking for sure it must be time. Her petulant frown was wasted on the blinking 9:16 pm, although it did add a certain pouty cuteness to her demeanour which her husband would have certainly relished.

By the time the clock finally struck 9:17 pm she had finished her glass of wine and sat back down resigned to wait. The drink had settled her a bit and the rosy tint it brought to her cheeks played well against the smoky grey-green eyes staring down at the box.

Was it a new toy maybe? Her husband did have a rather endearing fetish of seeing his wife satisfied be it by his or her own hand or other more mechanical means. The shape of the box was suddenly very important to her as she was certain it contained something naughty to pass the next few weeks of separation. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was simply her subconscious realizing there is really only one good way to distract a person but she soon closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

She imagined her hand was his as she let it walk slowly up her inner thigh to meet the moistening flesh barely covered by her lose robe. She thought of the press of his lips against her neck as she slid her finger lightly along her clit?soon there was little separating the dream from reality as she felt his tongue dance slowly down her breasts. When she imagined him reaching his goal she let out a little moan and brought her moist finger to her lips?tasting what she imagined him tasting. Her finger slid softly against her in the imagined rhythm of his tongue and when she let it slip inside her she imagined it was him inside her. It seems she had finally found the cure for time?when a slightly sweatier version of herself glanced at the clock she found it reading 9:29 pm.

Pulling herself fully out of her little fantasy she sat up and grabbed the box. With a slight tremble that was part aftershock and part nervous excitement she picked up the box and set it on her lap. Her finger slid as softly into the folded wrapping paper as it had a moment ago into other places and soon the shiny tin foil parted revealing a dull metal box.

For a moment she was a bit at odds as she had built up not a small amount of expectation concerning the contents of the box and feared disappointment. This thought, of course, did not delay her long and soon she was of a mind to open it. But the dull metal box had no lid. In fact, it had no seams at all that she could discern, just a solid metal box.

If this is some sort of joke I am going to?her thoughts were interrupted by the click of the clock and looking up she noticed it had finally obliged to meander its way to the hour of 9:30 pm. Her attention was again diverted to the box as she heard and felt a faint sliding of metal against metal and a quiet mechanical sounding click?much like a key makes when turning in a well oiled lock.

The box, slightly smaller and more squarish than a small child?s shoe box, where before there had been no seams now possessed not only seams but a discernible lid, and what?s more that lid was opening of its own accord. With the silent workings of exquisite craftsmanship the solid metal lid rotated away to finally expose its secret contents.

The box itself was of course a wonder and encased in such a wonder one might have expected to find some lavish jewel or at least some exceedingly naughty toy so it would not be necessary to state the actual contents where a bit puzzling to the beautiful young women holding it. Sitting on a folded cloth, perhaps silk, was neither a diamond nor a vibrating pleasure wand but instead what appeared to be some rather oddly shaped and overly dark sunglasses.

Sunglasses? For a moment she was truly taken aback as of all the things she had pictured being in the box these last several days sunglasses had not crossed her mind even remotely.

As the shock of such a mundane gift revealed in such an extraordinary manner after such an exquisitely frustrating wait finally began to wane she resolved to examine this odd treasure. When she lifted the glasses from their bed of silk she was a bit taken aback by their weighty feel, so much so that she ignored for a moment the note clearly exposed by their removal. The lenses were curved and darkened a deep gray such that she was fairly certain they would both fit flush against the skin of her face and that she would not be able to see through them at all.

The part which would normally have fit over the ear not only seemed to curve around it but also appeared to meant to be partially inserted like an ear bud of a head phone. She placed the glasses on her face and, as she thought, they fit so snugly against her cheek and were indeed so dark the room was swallowed in an utter lack of light. They must be some sort of movie glasses she thought finding it an odd sort of gift considering she was not much of a movie watcher. She chose for the moment to ignore the price of such an obviously well crafted thing (although she vowed to revisit that topic later) . Setting the glasses aside as she could see no obvious way to turn them on she turned instead her attention to the note lying alone on the silk. Well at least he may have written me a story for my anniversary she thought although the note looked frighteningly small to contain such redeeming qualities.

Reaching again into the box she grabbed at the note letting her fingers brush against the oddly colour fabric which previously cushioned the dark glasses. The cloth was decidedly not silk. Feeling at once both metallic and soft it slid across her senses in a rather pleasing manner; like oiled chain mail might feel were it as pliable as cotton and as light as silk. She almost expected to find her hands moistened but upon inspection realized its liquid demeanour was simply a trick of its otherworldly texture. Unable to divorce herself from its strange feel she lifted the folded fabric free with one hand while grabbing at the note with the other.

Unfolding the note revealed simply: ?Put them on?

She looked down at the glasses thinking how she distinctly remembered putting them on and not being terribly impressed. Several moments passed before it dawned on her the exotic folds in her other hand might be a pair of folded gloves and it might be those to whom the note referred. Setting down the note she carefully unfolded the light fabric. She was soon shocked to find the fabric continued to unfold into wispy thinness until it was not a pair of gloves but an entire suit which seemingly would cover every inch of her from the small of her throat to her fingers and toes. How it did not fall apart at the lightest touch was beyond her. She thought she would look a bit odd in the shimmering cloth; as thin as it was it was probably going to be rather transparent. What an odd bit of lingerie, and why would he want me to wear it when he is not here if that is what it is? Shrugging silently to herself she let the light robe she was barely wearing drop to the floor and stepped into the fabric much like a child would into footsie pyjamas.

Her body shivered not unpleasantly as the fabric fell around her in loose, exquisite contact. When finally dressed in the decidedly odd but inarguably pleasant garb she noted at the top of her left shoulder what she first thought an imperfection in the cloth. Looking more closely it was instead a soft rubber plate with a hole in it which reminded her of an ear phone jack. Odd; she sat back for a moment letting her hands run up and down the fabric which seemed to somehow intensify the touch and she not so idly wondered what it would feel like to be caressed through fabric such as this.

The sunglasses?she still did not understand them or why after finding such an amazing piece of material as this he would have thought to add such a contradictory item as that. She picked up the glasses again and examined them wondering at the motivation behind their delivery when she noticed a hole similar exactly to the one in the rubber plate on her new costume. Itc defied her as to what the meaning could be as it appeared obvious that one was to be connected to the other and while her mind could fathom why the glasses might need to be plugged in it was beyond her as to why her new pyjamas would.

She looked back at the box and noticed for the first time a silver braded rope coiled in the corner. As she unfolded it she noticed metal plugs at each end whose purpose seemed rather clear at this point. Intrigued now, she picked up the rope and plugged one end into the glasses and the other into the fabric and surrendered herself again to darkness as she donned the eyepiece.

Had she seen herself from without; she would have been treated by the most extraordinary site as the fabric, once seemingly living by its sheer texture, was suddenly alive in truth as brilliant burgundy veins lit the cloth. From within, she only felt the experience which is to say she felt the cloth tighten to her body and she felt it come alive as every point it contacted tingled like a violent electric shock might feel if violent electric shocks felt good...and it contacted every point of her body.

The experience was so completely immersive minutes must have passed before she noticed the faint glow filling her vision. It wasn?t until a familiar voice called out to her that she realized her eyes were closed.

?Open your eyes?

The sound of her husband?s voice jolted her back to reality?or something similar to reality for when she did open her eyes she was no longer in her living room but on a softly lit bed. For a moment she felt a bit dizzy, while she perceived the room in vivid detail it seemed more like a scene from a 3D movie than reality. As the shock began to wear off she noticed more and more of this unreality and realized she was seeing an image projected onto her glasses. Some sort of video game? That would be more like him she thought (again vowing to revisit the not so small matter of cost at a later date).

?Hello?

She jumped. In her startled state she had entirely forgotten she heard her husband?s voice. She sat up and looked to her left and was met with a rather convincing portrayal of her husband, down to the expected little smirk.

?Pretty impressive huh?? He asked.

?Wait, are you really here?? Her surprise made him laugh and she could almost forget for a minute he was just an image projected from some place on the other side of the world.

?Sort of? he replied.

?Okay, so maybe its mildly impressive? she said, not wanting to sound too interested as it would make it more difficult to be mad at him when he finally admitted how much he paid for it.

?Mildly?? that damned smirk again. ?Obviously you need a bit more convincing?.

She watched as the image of him lifted his hand and set it on the image of her thigh. She felt pressure?As his hand moved up her thigh she squirmed in surprise away. She felt it; like he was really there beside her?

?The suite??

?Did you think they were just fancy pyjamas??

Until that moment she had not noticed she could feel the bed beneath her down to the texture of the red comforter. She grabbed a handful of the bed covering and pulled it up feeling it bunch softly in her hand and resist her strength.

Almost afraid she looked back at him. He picked up her hand and brought it close to him and she could feel her hand lifted into the air. The feel of his bare skin against her palm broke her trepidation and she soon let her hands wander all over his body exploring the feel of him. The reality of the touch was a thousand times more acute than what her vision was seeing. She could feel the stubble of his cheeks, the course fibres of his hair, the muscle beneath the skin of his shoulders. Cloth pressed against skin, pressed against muscle and bone as she let her hand slide down his shirt?as she leaned closer he blew softly on her neck sending shivers down her spine.

?Okay, now I am impressed? she allowed herself a smile.

?Thought you might be?

?It?s so real? she said. ?Well, I am not sure ?real? is the right word for it but yes and no? and he reached up to caress her cheek?she did not feel it.

?Hadn?t really thought of a way to get the suit to cover your face without suffocating you when I sent that? he said with a wink and a bit of a frown. ?Then again, despite a few limitations it does have a few distinct advantages? She watched his fingers waver slightly in the air like he was pressing buttons and suddenly she felt a chill. Looking down she noticed the robe her image was wearing a few moments ago had disappeared as had all of his clothes.

He smiled as he pulled her close and she felt bare skin contact along the length of her body. She felt his hands wander down the small of her back and she felt him harden against her. She could feel his lips on her neck and the wetness of his tongue and very soon was able to forget she was on her couch plugged into crazy pyjamas.

?After a few minutes your brain will start to fill in the missing pieces? and as if to put truth to his words she thought she could feel his warm breath on her ear as he whispered the words. ?I think we need to see just what these pyjamas can do? she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled in response and pushed her down to the soft covers.

He let his hand wander down across her chest feeling the nipples harden in response to his touch. His lips felt very real as they kissed her neck and the sliding wetness of his tongue and the press of his cheeks against her breast sent the same shivers down her spine they always have. She could even feel the gentle suction of his mouth as he drew her nipple between his teeth.

His kisses chased his hands down her stomach and she felt the light pressure of his weight against her as he slid down slowly. When his finger touched lightly along the top of her pussy her eyes rolled back and her back arched in anticipation. ?How do you know where your tongue goes if you can?t feel it?? she teased.

?I said I hadn?t figured it out when I sent yours; that was two weeks ago?I will send you an upgrade? and without even a smirk he demonstrated he knew quite exactly where to place his wondering tongue. With the sort of exquisite precision known only to those who truly enjoy their work he tasted of her. She could feel the slick sliding texture of him as his tongue paced gently through the valleys of soft flesh. She could feel the pressure her legs made as they wrapped around his back drawing him to her. She could feel the light stubble of his cheek against her thigh and she could feel the warm breath across her moistening skin. With growing purpose and narrowed focus his tongue traced short rapid lines down and across with varied pressure exploring the texture and give of her clit, sometimes slipping down to taste more deeply? parting and entering with hungry purpose.

His tongue was not alone in its exploration as his hands lightly caressed and explored in contrast to the purposeful motion of his mouth. Fingers first traced light circles around nipples then danced to the small of her neck before a fleeting retreat down the side of her body. They cupped soft breasts with the lightest of pressures only to quickly abandon them as they traced along her ribs and the soft side of her belly, finding eventually the curve of her hips and the shape of her ass. His hand walked down lightly between her cheeks coming up the back of her thigh and down her calf. With firm but slow pressure he pushed her legs back and apart spreading her before his questing tongue.

Having sated themselves upon supple curves and long lines his hands ceased the random motions of their exploratory journey and came to the aid of his tongue. His tongue lifted away, its momentary absence causing her back to involuntarily arch upward to meet its retreat. He watched as his hand descended to fill the void of contact left by his wayward tongue. With the taste of her wetness still lingering tantalizingly on his consciousness he let his fingers taste the soft wet smoothness of her. He revelled in the texture of her as her folds opened up to the gentle glide of his parted fingers. He let them play against the smooth slickness seemingly created for such endeavours. When his fingers trailed down a soft moan of anticipation escaped her and when, with a firm but insistent pressure, he slid a finger deeply inside her, her moan was no longer simply of anticipation.

With a finger inside her his mouth returned, unable to stay away and unwilling to be parted from the taste and feel of her against his tongue. Her fingers came down to meet his mouth first caressing herself then letting his tongue lick the moisture from them. His free hand soon followed hers sliding between her spread fingers to the clit beneath. He could feel the tension in her hand as his fingers massaged in rhythm counter to his now wandering tongue. She could feel the pressure of his finger inside her as it pushed deeply against her. His desire to feel her cum against his mouth, to feel the pulsing release against his hands, to taste her during her release was nearly overwhelming. He felt himself nearly climax in anticipation of hers. His desire was not long unsatisfied. Her posture shifted against him and he could feel her breath catch and her back arch up to him. He saw her fingers curl into the covers and her head roll back and away. He felt her body tense against him then almost relax and he felt the soft pulse of her release against his hand. The taste of her, while unchanged in truth, was exquisitely more intense to his overwhelmed senses.

As the passion receded his finger slid free but his tongue remained, softly pressed against her relishing the last tinges of aftershock through the feel of her thighs against his cheek. When her senses returned to normal she smiled and pulled him up to her. She could feel the length of him slide along the length of her as first his chest then his stomach and finally his hips moved up between her legs.

Her patience exhausted she quickly grabbed for him and he shivered as he felt lithe delicate fingers wrap around his cock pulling him towards her. He let it rest against her sliding along the wetness teasingly before surrendering to a need to be inside her. . His lips met hers and soon parted to allow their tongues to mingle in a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue uncertain whether she was tolerating it or excited by it but not caring either way. She felt her fingers dig sharply into his back as her legs folded around him and he pushed deeply inside her. She came nearly on the first full stroke and as his pace quickly increased against her the feel of him swallowed what remained of her senses. He felt himself rapidly approaching his own release, nearly at the brink from the teasing of before. He did not fight it instead pushing faster and harder against her. She sensed his approach and let her body fall into a motion which consumed them both with its passionate pace.

He came. He pulled her tight to him pressing as deeply as possible and waiting for the climax to consume him. He could distantly feel her hips quivering against his in anticipation of his release. The intense hum of feeling strumming through his body soon focused into a single point and his body shuttered with each pumping spasm. For a long moment they remained pressed tightly together still deep inside her as they relished the slowly abating aftershocks.

When they finally rolled apart the room no longer looked like a scene from a well rendered video game but was instead completely real. Her mind had filled in the missing pieces it would seem and thinking back she remembered the feel of his lips against hers and even the taste of his tongue in her mouth.

?Well, maybe not the real thing but pretty damned close? was all she said.

?Yes, not the real thing but pretty close?and I still have a few tricks to show you?

?Tricks??

Again his fingers danced in the air pressing buttons he could not see. With a smile she did not quite understand he let his finger trail down between her breasts. His finger vibrated like one of the toys she had only a few short hours ago thought might inhabit the box.

?Feel me? he said.

When her hands pressed against him she found that not only was his hand vibrating but everything was vibrating.

?I think you?re blushing?

?This could prove quite distracting, any other tricks??

?A few?

Again with the fingers the room disappeared and they were on a beautiful beach, again and they were in another room this time with a view of a fantastic city skyline. Again and they were suddenly underwater?she could almost feel herself floating and was for a moment afraid until she realized she could still breath normally.

Her smile conceded the point.

?Of course, there are other interesting things as well? with a wave of his fingers he changed slightly to be a ten year younger version of himself in a state of physical fitness he had never really enjoyed. ?Look? he said and pointed to a mirror. She stood to find similar changes in herself.

?I might never leave? she smiled. ?Can we be anyone?? she asked with a dangerous smile.

?No, it is the suite that creates the image of the person here?I can alter it a little. Anything too much and you begin to lose the sense of touch?even this is probably pushing it a little.? Again he let his hand brush against her slightly firmer breasts and discovered the sensations where oddly dulled. With a wave they were back to themselves and he shrugged. ?Personally I prefer the real you? he said with an honest smile, letting his hands trace a line down her stomach and lightly across her pussy. The restored sensations threatened to reawaken her desire and she found herself wondering how long the batteries in this thing were going to last.

?And my favourite trick? with a wave of his hand she felt a bit disoriented and looked backed at the mirror noting something wasn?t quite the same. It?s not a mirror she realized as she put out her hand and touched herself on the shoulder. The mirrored image reached out to her at the same time and she felt the touch just as she felt the shoulder. A shiver rand down her spine and she had a momentary out of body experience.

When he reached over and touched the mirror image she could feel his caress. He put himself between her and her other pulling her close to him. She saw the mirror mimic her actions. When she felt her chest press against his she also felt his back against the mirror?s chest. She could see why this one was his favourites.

?If you get the hang of it you can control them somewhat independently? Or, if you prefer? and suddenly her mirror was gone and she felt another version of him pressed against her back?she could feel him harden against her, sliding between the cheeks of her buttocks just as she could feel him pressing against her soft lower stomach. His lips met both sides of her neck sending shivers racing down her spine. She felt his hands sliding down her, felt them touching everywhere. She felt the pressure of him as he let his cock slide between the moist folds of her pussy and between the soft cheeks of her ass until they poised on the point of entering.

She fell back as his mirror disappeared and she could see the desire smouldering behind his smile. She needed a moment to collect herself.

?But?how did you make this??

?That?s a story for another time and isn?t nearly as interesting as this one I promise and I am out of time I am afraid.?

She felt his kiss as real as any she had ever felt and when they finally said goodbye and she took off the glasses she was very thoroughly exhausted. Her living room seemed both more real and less vivid than it did a few hours ago. She unplugged the glasses and felt the cloth instantly relax against her. Stepping out of the strange suit she carefully folded it and set it back in the box along with the glasses and cord. She gently closed the lid and was not surprised to see the seams disappear and to hear the faint locking sound she had heard before.

She thought she just might need another glass of wine to recover and although she was rather thoroughly satisfied her mind was wandering to all the possibilities the box represented. Before the glass of wine was finished she again felt her hands wander of their own accord. Her pussy felt smooth against her finger as she slipped it down waiting for the moisture to build. Her mind was too overwhelmed to think of anything specific focusing instead on the simple feel of it. She imagined her husband watching her as she let the tip of her finger slip inside and return moistened to her clit. She could feel him there, wanting her to touch herself, wanting her to cum. She brought her fingers to her lips tasting herself knowing he was somewhere imagining her doing this and felt herself aroused by his arousal. It did not take long before her fingers massaged her to climax and not much longer before the wine and the long evening lulled her gently to sleep.