-BEGIN-
I looked at the computer screen. I couldn't believe it.
I hit F5, just to be sure.
Yup, still there.
She'd replied.
My disbelief gave way to skepticism. It was too good to be true. I'm sure a random girl on the internet is willing to meet me. It was probably a guy in real life, anyway. Surely. I read the message again.
"Sounds great, it's been sent. You can pick it up at the address you've given me. See you soon."
I'd pass that place on my way to work tomorrow, I could check it out then. I'd probably find nothing anyway...
...right?
Who am I kidding?
I grab my keys and leave. This couldn't wait.
Before I knew it, I was at the post office. Sure enough, there was a parcel, addressed to my DeviantArt username. And, as arranged, I could pick it up using our agreed upon code word, 'Cardamom' (We shared a similar 'interest' and decided to borrow from a story we both liked).
I couldn't wait till I got home. I got in the car and opened the parcel. Inside, was a bundle of black latex, and a letter, with a time and address.
I can't believe this is happening. It was a meek attempt to meet someone from the internet, little did I expect she'd actually respond, let alone send me 'something nice', as she'd said so in her communique. What was this thing? I reached to unfurl the bundled cloth but then thought about the card.
The address... maybe I should check out the place ahead of time. Or maybe I should just be a good girl and follow the arguably vague instructions. Hm.
Perhaps I should just ask Mels... If that is, indeed, her real name. Maybe there was something in the Chat Log I missed? I'd have to check that at home though...
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
Sindee goes home and checks her chat log with Mel. After she will likely inspect the package and the instructions before deciding what to do.
-CONTINUE-
I sighed in frustration. There was no clue as to what to do with the bundle of latex, or what to expect at the location.
The bundle of latex. I turned my attention to the rubbery mess. I can't believe I hadn't even inspected it yet.
I picked it up and found two corners I liked and let it hang out. I jerked forward as a separate piece fell out of the bundle.
I bent over to pick it up and... Huh. Latex underwear. A bra and panty set... I began to imagine what I’d look like in these...
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
I try on the underwear and see if I look good in it. Then check the rest of the latex bundle.
-CONTINUE-
My memory seemed to glaze over the part where I took off all my clothes. Something about the latex, I just needed to be in it. Screw the meeting time, I'm just going to try it on now.
The bra didn't have any sort of clasp. It was shaped like a sports bra, complete with racer back. The panties were really more of a boy short, both looked embarrassingly tight and despite my efforts to maintain a slim figure, I wasn't quite sure I'd fit into them.
I inspected the interior of the garments and felt my cheeks flush a little. The interior was wet and shiny with some sort of lube, and the material was textured - ribs, nubs and bumps lined the inside of the latex and they seemed to glisten and undulate in the light. It was probably just the light.
Well then, the bra first.
I took a deep breath and pulled the bra on over my head. It was tight, but it was also stretchy. I took great care to not get any of the lube in my hair, but I may have inadvertently done so. I slipped the material over my breasts and adjusted them, cheeks flushing hot as the textured interior slipped across my pert nipples, trying to find a proper resting place.
With an imaginary pop in my head, I felt my nipples slip into a small gap between three nubs. Three nubs that very clearly did not want to be pushed aside. They seemed to really want to rest pressing against each other... except my nipples were in the way. I'd uh... better shift my seating on my bed so as to not stain the sheets. (Why'd they have to be white today?).
Now, let’s get those panties on before I get too carried away. I looked inside and felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment to find that there were no... Foreign objects built into the garment. There was, however, similar texturing along the interior. I inspected the pattern a little to see if I could detect some sort of "seat" I was meant to slip into, like with the bra, but I lacked the concentration to figure any of it out.
I'd feel it in a second anyway.
I stepped into each leg and pulled the panty up slowly. The texturing slid across my skin teasingly, aided by the lube already there. I pulled the shorts high up against my crotch and melted inside.
A row of strategically placed nubs parted my lips just a little as I slipped the shorts on. I wiggled my hips and felt it settle in, holding my slit open just barely. They were impossible to ignore. More impossible to ignore, however, was a sort of... inverted nub? It was a small recess. I don't know how, but this bloody short was so damn anatomically correct - it didn't take a lot of adjusting before my clit (which had swollen up quite a bit) slipped into a sort of 'suction cup' molded just for it. It seemed to squeeze me just enough to remind me that these shorts were, indeed, very tight, and very invasive.
-WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT?-
1: Inspect the Garment further.
2: Attempt to continue your day as per normal.
3: Remove the garment - lets save it for the meeting.
4: Leave it on, skip ahead to the meeting.
5: Something else?
Inspect the garment a little more. Maybe I can found out just how invasive these shorts really are?
-CONTINUE-
Every little sway of the hip seemed to translate to some sort of movement between my legs. There was no way I'd get anything done with these on... and it'd be a damned shame to take them off so quickly. Might as well... enjoy it.
I sat at the foot of my bed, wiggling my hips as I did so. The ribbing around the back of the shorts felt like a hand with way too many fingers was cupping and lifting my butt. It felt... good actually. It made me feel like I had a fuller, perkier behind. Even the ribbing in the bra seemed to cup and lift my breasts slightly.
I tugged at the material making up the bra and felt my eye twitch a little as the nubs pinched and pulled at my nipples. I could feel my cheeks get hot. My sensitive bits were getting pretty swollen and it was impossible to ignore the pressure exerted on my bits between the legs. I shifted a bit, trying to move away from the nubs, but there was no position that reduced the compression down south... I exhaled slowly. This garment was just nailing my fetish. It just felt so... so...
...good.
I reached up with my right hand to grab my breast and gave it a light squeeze, imagining the ribbing was doing so of its own accord.
I let go to redirect my efforts elsewhere when-
*gasp*
-out of nowhere I felt another light squeeze on my breast.
...I definitely didn't do thAAT! Another squeeze.
It... Remembers?
I reached up and repeated the action on my other breast, and immediately, simultaneously regretted and loved it. The ribbing continued to echo my actions, squeezing each breast alternatively and of its own accord.
My breathing reduced to short quick gasps and I immediately wondered just how invasive these shorts really were.
I reached between my legs and felt my heat radiating from between my legs. I placed my finger lightly between the bottom of my labia and my anus and slowly drew my finger across my lips lightly at first, pushing harder as I went along. I felt each nub push in slightly as I passed them. As my finger approached my clit, I finished with a light pinch, the added texturing under the latex eliciting an unexpected gasp.
As soon as I completed the action, I felt another phantom finger stroke me from the base of my labia. I gripped the bed sheets with both hands as the latex briefs repeated the painfully slow action, my eyes clenched shut in anticipation of the flourish... As the phantom finger reached my clit, the brief's 'suction cup'-esque molding shrunk tightly around my clit, pinching it firmer but more gently than an actual pinch. I barely kept in an 'ah!' as it did so, suddenly becoming conscious of how tense my body was.
I laid back on to my bed, my legs dancing and writhing about on the sheets as the latex underwear continued to finger me and massage my breasts. With each stroke between the legs I could feel the pleasure build. I gripped the sheets to anchor myself onto planet Earth. My back was arched... it feels so fucking good!
The damned stroking was so slow... I could feel it coming soon... soon... I gripped my sheets, refusing to let my hands add to the teasing.
Soon...
"YESsssSAAAA HHHHHHH" I cried out as all at once I felt the floodgates open. My muscles contracted and my hips were overcome with the amazing gushing sensation of climax. I rocked my hips in time with the convulsions, willing it to last a little longer... slowly, my consciousness faded...
-LATER-
A pinch of the clit jolted me awake - the latex was still doing its thing! I could feel my breasts jiggle as the bra continued to massage them. Before I could react I felt another phantom missionary begin its long trek along my private bits.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Attempt to remove the garment
2: Go for another round
3: Try to make it stop
4: Something else?
I decide to have fun with myself some more until it's time to go to the address on the card. Latex is much more fun than I could have ever hoped and I want more.
-CONTINUE-
I throw my head back as the phantom finger reaches its destination, giving me the same pinch that sent a sharp jolt of pleasure across my body. My hand finds its way between my legs yet again and I feel the motion start again from the base of my crotch. My muscles tense as it treks slowly across my trembling pussy.
My muscles involuntarily brace as it reaches the top of my vulva, and as it squeezes my clit, I press hard on the latex between my lips, pushing the nubs and the suit into my pussy. It stretches more than I expect, and my hips buck as my fingers stretch the latex and enter my vagina. I flick my fingers upward so the nubs stroke my g-spot and pull my fingers out just as the phantom finger reappears on the base of my crotch.
My muscles clench tightly as the finger traces my crotch yet again, and I feel my lips clench tightly as it approaches its final destination. A bead of sweat rolls down my forehead as I await, toes curling in anticipation. The finger reaches my clit and pinches it. "GAH!" I cry out in pleasure and clench my teeth, holding a moan back. A nub within swelled up and thrust into me, curling up on itself and rubbing against my g-spot. It was an entirely different, far more intense sensation - and yet... exactly the same. As soon as the nub shrunk back to size, the phantom finger reappeared to repeat the action.
I look down at myself - I had to see what the suit was doing.
Wait... Suit?
I was no longer in a latex bra and panty set. The latex had somehow... grown. It had crept down my torso (or up?) and the two pieces were now together as one. The latex now covered my midriff and upper chest, finishing in a tight halter turtleneck. My eyes glazed over as the finger stroked my lips and finished yet again with its flourish, followed by a still-surprising thrust into my pussy. I yelped as the nub stroked my g-spot yet again.
-WHAT DO YOU DO?-
1: Attempt to remove the garment.
2: Try to make it stop.
3: Go for another round.
4: Add on to the cycle some more.
5: Something Else?
Go for another round this is just too kinky to stop.
-CONTINUE-
The massaging simply wasn't enough. I had to... add to the cycle. I reached to grab my breasts with both hands, but changed my mind. Instead of reaching palm first, I reached up to my nipples finger first. I felt for the nubs that caressed my nipples and began to draw lazy circles around them, feeling each nub individually squeeze my nipple from a different angle each time. My breathing grew shallower as my nipples grew stiffer and more sensitive.
I let go with my fingers, but the motion didn't translate - the suit continued to loop the motion. My heart raced as I realized what I’d done. The lazy circles around my nipples refused to allow my shoulders to relax, it was too fucking stimulating... and yet, not quite enough for anything. It was... it was... "Aaaaauuunnnnhnhhhhh" I moaned.
The phantom finger reached my clit, giving it a squeeze. The suit thrust into me and my body jerked backwards with it.
"UMNHHHAAHAH!" I cried out as the suit did its thing yet again.
I grabbed at the fabric of the suit around my torso and pulled, bunching it up, willing the suit to be tighter. As I did so, I watched with awe as the bunches smoothed themselves out instantly, the suit holding the tightness I'd created. I pulled at the suit's hips, grinding the crotch against myself and moaned as the suit seemed to aid me, shrinking tightly around my sensitive bits.
I felt the suit stroke my pussy again and I decided I wanted more. Before I could do anything I felt the familiar squeeze between my legs and I melted. My body almost flew as the suit thrust into me yet again. Its flourish dropped me, I leaned forward, breasts flat on the bed, my ass in the air. I almost shed a tear as I felt the suit remove itself from me once again, and almost instantly, repeat the cycle from the beginning.
I moved my hips together with the suit, my pussy leaking with anticipation. As the finger reached my clit once again I felt it squeeze me yet again. My body shook involuntarily as the suit fucked me again.
"AHHHHHNNNHHH!" I arched my back, feeling my muscles spasm in orgasmic bliss, my lips squeezing and releasing the toy in pleasurable intervals, I rocked my hips, forcing the toy to churn inside me.
Much to my chagrin, the suit retracted its tentacle. But I was in control and I was not finished.
I pushed my fingers into my achingly empty pussy, resisting the urge to fuck myself silly there and then. I writhe my fingers around, rubbing the latex against my g-spot. I could feel my pussy squeeze my fingers in spasms, moaning as I felt my orgasm subside... The phantom finger clamped down on my clit yet again.
"AHNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!" The suit seemed to force my fingers out as the tentacle formed inside it. I bucked my hips, realizing that the tentacle inside me was writhing, stroking my inner walls and massaging my g-spot. As I came to the realization that the suit would no longer retract itself out of me I let out another moan.
The suit continued to squeeze my breasts. It continued to massage my nipples. It was violating me and massaging my very core. I struggled to hold on to consciousness as the phantom finger made its way across my pussy, splitting into two to trace my lips clamped around its tentacle. I felt the fingers come together again at the top, and awaited its usual flourish.
"UNGgggHHhhhhggghh....."