Katarsina - The Bodystocking (Patreon)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2)

Part 1

Katarsina was a plain and ordinary-looking girl, even a bit boring one might say, until her boyfriend, Alex, left her for a model for a well-known brand of pantyhose. That day she vowed to prove to her ex, that she could have a great-looking and attractive body. For the next eight months she ate healthy, spent all her free time in the gym or running like she was preparing for a marathon. She also worked on her appearance and style.

One day, while she was having a coffee before going for a run, Katarsina realized that her ex’s new girlfriend was sitting right behind her. “The whore of the pantyhose” as Katarsina called the model. She was telling a friend about her vacation plans for that same summer. She and her boyfriend had booked bungalo a few meters from the beach, in a famous club resort on the Costa de Sol, in southern Spain.

Katarsina upon hearing that, came up with an evil plan. She was well aware of her present appearance. With her new body she would look the best in a tight dress, better than most models for the most prestigious brands. And her body was even more conspicuous with the bathing suits. . .

That night, she searched the web pages for a flat or apartment she could rent in Spain. She entered the name of the club, and on the screen a wide variety of offers to choose from appeared. She got lucky, finding an apartment in the same resort. And when she clicked to book it, Katarsina felt as if the universe and fortune were smiling at her. A month of strenuous exercise and an even stricter diet started after that.

After Katarsina had flown to Spain and had moved into her apartment she felt somewhat tired. She was now leaving her unpacked suitcase on the bed of the apartment on the Costa del Sol, lying down next to it. The heat and humidity of 9 o’clock in the morning made her think more about taking a refreshing shower and had her almost forgetting what she had really come here to do, until she got up and peeked out from the terrace to have a view of the Mediterranean Sea.

Just at that moment when she was leaning on the railing to enjoy those views and listen to to the crash of the sea, she saw them. Her ex and his "panty whore" were crossing the street that separated the resort from the beach. Anger made her remember why she was here, and she walked in on wide stilts, opened her suitcase, searched through her things and suddenly, she looked surprised at an envelope containing a strange garment.

"How did you get in there?" – she said, caught by surprise at seeing the red transparent package.

She was quite astonished when she saw that garment she didn’t remember putting in her suitcase. It was a bodystocking, cut and tear-proof, a very bright shiny black, which her boyfriend had long ago bought for her in a discreet and exclusive erotic shop. Katarsina glanced at the package, which she had never opened in their three years together. The instructions on the backside on how to wear and wash the suit, were worn out. Only the logo "Your Sin" and the slogan "tear-proof" could be read. She dimly remembered the manual lying in its box at home, not that she really cared.

A new idea passed through Katarsina’s mind. More than a shortened dress, the suit would attract attention. She would be the target for photos and videos on the social networks. . .

“Much better,” she said to herself and began to undress.

When she was ready to put on the bodystocking, she opened the package and a seductive smell made her look inside. The first thing she found was a bottle of oil tangled in the zipper of the suit, which seemed almost empty. When she unhooked it she saw that it was labeled "Special Oil". On the bottle it said: “Aphrodisiac heat effect – Apply before putting on the suit – Do not abuse”. The bottle seemed to have leaked, making the rest of the text unintelligible.

With a curious face, she removed the cap and sniffed the oil that smelled of lavender and cinnamon. With a gesture of approval, she dropped some of the oil on the top of her chest, some on the bottom of her back, and spread some more over her legs. No knowing the "one teaspoon only" rule she was quite generous.

Once all the oil was spread all over her body, Katarsina noticed the reason for the warning not to abuse the oil. She smelled of that oil, that now made her feel intoxicated, although the feeling was nice and warm. And despite the anger and the desire to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, she began to feel relaxed, but at the same time ready to climb a volcano.

She picked up the tight fabric of the first leg and inserted her first foot. She noticed that the garment was a little stiff, like a jeans after a wash. But her oily skin quickly helped that it regained its elasticity. But it also made it stick to her skin, which added to how tight it was, it made her sweat streams from the heat and the effort.

Katarsina, with each centimeter of the suit that clothed her skin, began to notice that the effect of the oil that made her bare skin shine, increased more and more. Not only did she feel the aphrodisiac effect in her head, her body’s first reactions to this effect clearly began to show. Her most intimate area had never been so. . .well lubricated. When she had just begun to cover her breasts with the dark, transparent fabric, the crotch of the suit was definitely now the most moistened part of the suit.

to be continued...