"God," she breathed, as she fully awoke and recalled the rest of the day after Matt and Rinoa had left. She'd resisted the urge to experiment, and simply lay around, anticipating each random activation of the toy nestled inside her, riding the rocking vibrations to an inevitable climax, then settling in to wait for the next.
She'd lost count of how many times she'd been pushed over the edge by cycles of the suit's compression and the toy's attention. She dimly recalled eventually falling asleep, but also of being repeatedly awakened by the activation of the toy. Maybe sending the remote away with Rinoa hadn't been such a good idea...not getting any decent sleep for a week didn't sound very fun, regardless of how fun the interruptions themselves might be.
For a moment her breathing quickened and she felt a bit of panic. She couldn't get out of this situation for a week. What would she be like at the end? Her fingers scrabbled for some purchase on the suit, as if she could tear it off somehow, but of course she got nowhere. Her struggles only served to newly arouse her, which raised her temperature and tightened the suit further in the now-familiar cycle, and she was left teetering on the edge until finally the toy kicked in and gave her release once more.
Her panic quelled for the moment by quiet satisfaction, August realized that she didn't actually feel as tired as she ought to have...she was completely awake and rested. Further, with so much stimulation and sweating, she ought to have been rubbed raw by now, but her clit was responsive and not at all sore, and she felt as fresh and dry as if she'd just finished toweling off after a long shower.
Not completely dry, she thought, as her hands glided across the material of the suit again. She made tiny adjustments of her hips, feeling the toy shift in the wetness inside her.
August turned her head and looked at the lit bedside clock. Two past five...no wonder it was so dark. Interrupted sleep and short on top of that...why do I feel so alert? Could it be related to the suit's odd properties? But if I don't get tired, why did I sleep at all? A minute's thought brought a possible answer. What if the suit only...what should she call it, "cancelled"?...the consequences of activity within the suit? It had been evening when she put it on, so she'd been up for at least twelve hours, and she'd needed rest for that. But time spent in the suit since, and her periodic awakenings, just didn't count. Even fitful sleep had been enough to make her well-rested.
The logical extension of that would mean that now, she'd no longer need sleep at all. Not just a week in the most perfect Zentai, but nearly 160 hours, uninterrupted even by sleep. Her breath caught in her chest at the thought.
It occurred to August to wonder if she was dreaming. There was no way this was possible, all the things she'd stumbled into that so perfectly satisfied her desires? Things so magical that it was hard to believe they could really exist... Feeling a tense foreboding, she opened her mouth, pushing the fabric in with the knuckle of a finger and bit down, not gently.
"Ow!" So, not dreaming. Unless she was in a coma? She pictured herself in a hospital bed, head bandaged, face obscured by a respirator after some horrible car accident. It depressed her a little at first, but she decided that even if that was the case, there wasn't much she could do about it. She'd rather live in a perfect fantasy than a nightmare, or blank nothingness.
The toy awakened once more, and she began writhing on the bed. Case in point, she thought vaguely, before thought was once again obliterated by overwhelming sensation.
- - -
When the sun eventually rose, August forced herself out of bed to begin the day "properly". Only she wasn't quite sure what that meant. She couldn't very well eat breakfast, though she was curious what would happen if she tried to drink through the fabric. But she wasn't really hungry or thirsty anyway. Ahh...of course, a shower.
She walked to the bathroom, smiling at the sway of her hips as she walked in the invisible heels built into the soles of the suit's feet. It occurred to her that spending a week in heels might eventually get painful, but the way the suit was smoothing over other problems, maybe not. For the moment she just imagined how she'd look to some hypothetical observer and reveled in it.
When she got to the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, she had a much better view than her imagination could provide. The lights above the mirror were bright enough that she could make herself out pretty well even through the hood. All of the curves of her body were perfectly outlined by the soft sheen of the suit. August turned around, looking over her shoulder. She teased her nipples a bit and watched, fascinated, as her arousal tightened the suit around her, sinking it deeper into the crevice of her rear. In a sudden impulse, she climbed up onto the large sink counter, propped up on one hand behind her, the other roving around her smooth form as she watched herself in the mirror.
The toy activated, and she quickly slid her butt into the sink basin in the hopes that it would keep her from falling to the floor as she lost both the ability and inclination to balance as she had been. Her legs and feet rose into the air, toes pointed, and she watched herself climax in the mirror, a low-rent but personally satisfying impression of a martini-glass girl. After she'd rested for a bit in the surprisingly-comfortable hammock of the sink and counter, August reminded herself she was trying to stick to some kind of routine, and had come here for a reason.
She extricated herself from the sink, then leaned over the tub to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until it felt lukewarm. Her view of everything was still shadowed by the suit and the lighting over the tub wasn't as bright, so it was hard to see what was happening as the water ran over her gloved hand. But from the feel of it, the liquid was only half absorbed, briefly conveying the sense of temperature and wetness, and then expelled right back out.
Eager to experiment, she pulled the lever to switch on the shower and stepped in fully, letting the water cascade over her, channeling it over her body with her hands. It was like showering in liquid velvet, soft and sensuous without actually becoming wet. Except, again, within her. She lowered herself into the tub, tilting her pelvis up and positioning it so a stream from the showerhead sent a constant drum-beat onto the suit and the thin pad of the toy beneath that cradled her clit.
"Ohhhhhhh....god...oh!...oh!...oh!...oh!" she moaned, as even without the toy's stimulation, the combination of sensations raised and lowered her through a series of tiny orgasms. She lost herself in the moment, like bodysurfing through waves of pure pleasure. When the toy, inevitably, did reactivate, it was as if the waves had been blasted into the air by an undersea volcano.
A high-pitched shriek escaped August's lips, trailing into an incoherent keening wail. She rolled around the floor of the tub in the fetal position, instinctively trying to shift her pelvis to reduce the intensity, but in her thrashing a foot bumped the temperature knob, and the suit was tightening under the now-hot water, pressing the toy in ever more firmly. She squealed incoherently under the onslaught of a mind-destroying orgasm that never seemed to end.
When the toy's random number circuit finally had mercy on her and shut itself off, it still took several minutes for the aftershocks in her to dampen. But she finally regained enough presence of mind to turn the temperature knob all the way to cold, lest she spend the entire remainder of the week in the tub, running up the water bill.
The suit quickly began to relax as it cooled, still quite form-fitting, but now feeling almost uncomfortably loose in comparison. The unsatisfying feeling motivated her to crawl out of the tub - standing was quite beyond her for the moment - and lie on the bath mat as the suit gradually re-tightened from her body heat. It took nearly twenty minutes (and three activations of the toy, which felt like gentle cuddling in comparison) for August to gather the will to rise shakily to her feet.
"Fuck...me," she said quietly, the emphatic (and a bit literal) words the only ones she could think of to sum up her feelings. August wasn't one for traditional vices, so she'd never seriously considered what an addiction would feel like. But now she wondered if she'd ever be willing to remove the suit. Maybe it was a blessing that Matt would doubtless insist when he and Rinoa returned.
When the sun eventually rose, August forced herself out of bed to begin the day "properly". Only she wasn't quite sure what that meant. She couldn't very well eat breakfast, though she was curious what would happen if she tried to drink through the fabric. But she wasn't really hungry or thirsty anyway. Ahh...of course, a shower.
She walked to the bathroom, smiling at the sway of her hips as she walked in the invisible heels built into the soles of the suit's feet. It occurred to her that spending a week in heels might eventually get painful, but the way the suit was smoothing over other problems, maybe not. For the moment she just imagined how she'd look to some hypothetical observer and reveled in it.
When she got to the bathroom and saw herself in the mirror, she had a much better view than her imagination could provide. The lights above the mirror were bright enough that she could make herself out pretty well even through the hood. All of the curves of her body were perfectly outlined by the soft sheen of the suit. August turned around, looking over her shoulder. She teased her nipples a bit and watched, fascinated, as her arousal tightened the suit around her, sinking it deeper into the crevice of her rear. In a sudden impulse, she climbed up onto the large sink counter, propped up on one hand behind her, the other roving around her smooth form as she watched herself in the mirror.
The toy activated, and she quickly slid her butt into the sink basin in the hopes that it would keep her from falling to the floor as she lost both the ability and inclination to balance as she had been. Her legs and feet rose into the air, toes pointed, and she watched herself climax in the mirror, a low-rent but personally satisfying impression of a martini-glass girl. After she'd rested for a bit in the surprisingly-comfortable hammock of the sink and counter, August reminded herself she was trying to stick to some kind of routine, and had come here for a reason.
She extricated herself from the sink, then leaned over the tub to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until it felt lukewarm. Her view of everything was still shadowed by the suit and the lighting over the tub wasn't as bright, so it was hard to see what was happening as the water ran over her gloved hand. But from the feel of it, the liquid was only half absorbed, briefly conveying the sense of temperature and wetness, and then expelled right back out.
Eager to experiment, she pulled the lever to switch on the shower and stepped in fully, letting the water cascade over her, channeling it over her body with her hands. It was like showering in liquid velvet, soft and sensuous without actually becoming wet. Except, again, within her. She lowered herself into the tub, tilting her pelvis up and positioning it so a stream from the showerhead sent a constant drum-beat onto the suit and the thin pad of the toy beneath that cradled her clit.
"Ohhhhhhh....god...oh!...oh!...oh!...oh!" she moaned, as even without the toy's stimulation, the combination of sensations raised and lowered her through a series of tiny orgasms. She lost herself in the moment, like bodysurfing through waves of pure pleasure. When the toy, inevitably, did reactivate, it was as if the waves had been blasted into the air by an undersea volcano.
A high-pitched shriek escaped August's lips, trailing into an incoherent keening wail. She rolled around the floor of the tub in the fetal position, instinctively trying to shift her pelvis to reduce the intensity, but in her thrashing a foot bumped the temperature knob, and the suit was tightening under the now-hot water, pressing the toy in ever more firmly. She squealed incoherently under the onslaught of a mind-destroying orgasm that never seemed to end.
When the toy's random number circuit finally had mercy on her and shut itself off, it still took several minutes for the aftershocks in her to dampen. But she finally regained enough presence of mind to turn the temperature knob all the way to cold, lest she spend the entire remainder of the week in the tub, running up the water bill.
The suit quickly began to relax as it cooled, still quite form-fitting, but now feeling almost uncomfortably loose in comparison. The unsatisfying feeling motivated her to crawl out of the tub - standing was quite beyond her for the moment - and lie on the bath mat as the suit gradually re-tightened from her body heat. It took nearly twenty minutes (and three activations of the toy, which felt like gentle cuddling in comparison) for August to gather the will to rise shakily to her feet.
"Fuck...me," she said quietly, the emphatic (and a bit literal) words the only ones she could think of to sum up her feelings. August wasn't one for traditional vices, so she'd never seriously considered what an addiction would feel like. But now she wondered if she'd ever be willing to remove the suit. Maybe it was a blessing that Matt would doubtless insist when he and Rinoa returned.