Our breaths grow heavy as we press up against each other, closer than we'd ever been before. We face each other but our gazes wander ever so slightly; a hot red blush grows in our cheeks and we somehow stare into each other's eyes without really looking.

We lean in; both of us sure where this is headed, yet neither of us sure how we were going to get there.

The sofa seems to suck us in, and the TV's chatter seems to fade.

I make the first move, reaching an arm out, laying my right hand gently on your lap, nudging yours gently. You respond in kind, are fingers intertwining... It seems so trivial, and yet, our hearts flutter in sync. No words need be spoken.

My left hand twitches slightly, reminding me to relax my grip on the bundle of fabric within. I will my hand to relax, but it doesn't. The distance between our bodies seems infinite as we take each other in. Your breath tickles my skin as mine does yours.

I feel a rush of blood throughout my loins as our lips meet... Your back arches, and you press your body against mine. You reach around, your hand burying itself in my auburn hair, cradling my head. Our breasts push against each other awkwardly. Time seems to spring back to life, as I lurch into you; tumbling over you as you fall on your back on the sofa.

I prop myself up over you. I almost forget what we were just doing, enthralled by your blue eyes looking back up at me quizzically. I run a hand through your golden hair, brushing aside a lock obscuring your face. Your look of naivety sends just the slightest pang of guilt through my heart...

I bring around the bundle of fabric in my hand, bringing it between our bodies. You look unsure, but eager. I smile at you and you begin to wonder how many times I've played this fantasy out in my head...

I pull off your hoodie and rub the black microfiber in my hand across your belly as you undo your bra. I stretch the vacant zentai suit tight across your naked breasts, making an awkward joke about your rock-hard nipples that goes unnoticed.

Your shorts and panties, slightly damper than you'd realized, are quickly strewn across the carpet... somehow we were too; neither of us caring that we'd fallen off the sofa at some point in this dance.

I undo the zipper of the suit, marveling at the idea that this suit - your fantasy - shared a room with you for the past half year... all it took was an accidental alt+tab... I smirk, remembering the look on your face when you realized that LonelyZentai was your roommate.

Positioning myself behind you, I guide your feet into the embrace of the microfiber, pulling the suit's legs tightly up your own. I kiss the back of your neck as I help you up to your feet. You turn your head to the side and I meet you with another kiss.

My hands reach around your hip, pulling the suit tight against your pussy. You rock your hips backward, unintentionally grinding your rear end into me. I tug on the fabric of the suit, ensuring that it sits as snugly to your clit as possible. Your hands begin to wander, but I stop you - you're not done yet.

I pull the suit up your torso, guiding your hands into the suit's gloves. Being slightly taller, you find that the suit doesn't quite reach your shoulders, but I swiftly offer a quick fix. I tug the suit's fabric up from your navel and the small of your back. You let out a sexy little squeak as the suit slips tightly up between your folds.

I pull the suit over your shoulders before it has a chance to slip back down. Your body seems to go limp as you grasp the fact that your fantasy is becoming reality. I have stop my own hands from wandering... your shaky breathing is incredibly arousing.

I forgo the hood for now, turning my attention to the zipper resting over your lower back. There is no pull-tab (I had broken it long ago), but instead a black cable tie wound tightly around the train's loop. I pull the zipper up as slowly as I can - I want to give you the full experience.

You shudder as the suit closes around your body, its teeth locking shut one by one, cinching the fabric tight around your waist, then your ribs... and then your breasts...

And then I stop. You begin to turn around to see what's wrong, but before you get anywhere, I pull the suit's hood tight over your face. The zipper's opening barely clears your head, my pulling digs the suit tighter between your legs. You don't resist. I slip your hair into the suit and pull at the zipper at the top of your head.

You let out a deliberate slow breath as the microfiber pulls tightly around your face. You feel the patch of cool air behind you gradually become replaced by a soft yet relentless tightness, followed by the cool metal of the zipper.

And then I stop. The zippers meet behind your neck. You are sealed in.



But I'm not done... Not yet.

You feel a slight tug behind your neck as I relocate the two zips farther down the train, between your shoulder blades in the small of your back. You're a smart girl - you immediately reach behind but you realize the suit's tightness limits your reach. Your fingers swish uselessly against the dangling cable ties.

Your breath quickens - a cocktail of panic and arousal rushes through your blood. You feel me tug at the zippers slightly, but you cannot see what I'm doing. You try to twist around but you feel my arm rest on your shoulder, my hand reaching past your ears. I dangle one of the two cable ties in front of you as I imagine your eyes widen. Your heart sinks with the cable tie as I toss it onto the floor carelessly. The suit clouds your vision and you lose sight of the black of the cable tie against the black of our carpet.

You feel my fingers fiddling with the zipper again, but you cannot see. You cannot see as I twist the remaining cable tie around both zipper trains, securing them tightly together.

As I release you from my embrace to explore your new predicament, you feel me lean in close and kiss you on the neck as I whisper into your ear:

You've read my stories... What did you expect, really?