Katarsina - The Bodystocking (3) (Patreon)

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

Part 3

She was going to show her ex-boyfriend who she really was, how hot she was now, and then leave him alone with his imagination, trying to find out how perverted she had become. And she would do that every day, knowing that when he would be sleeping with the "whore in the pantyhose", he’d think about her, but he’d know he would never be able to fuck her again. . . And then, at some point on an afternoon at the end of the vacation, she would come up to her rival, when she thought it was the perfect time, and greet her as if it were a coincidence, so she would know that the slut in the bodystocking was her.

The whore put on the trichini and doned the pamela. She put some things into her purse, picked up her cell phone, a book, and then, next to the envelope of her bodystocking, she saw a piece of a zipper identical to the one on her suit. She picked it up, looked at it a little surprised and wanted to stuff it into her suitcase. But then she realized the oil stains on it, and changed her mind. She just dropped the piece and threw the envelope into the trash bin, so as not to stain the new clothes she had bought for this trip. Since the manual was at home, she did not realize that she had locked the suit.

"Show time!" she said, as she was holding and closing her purse. She then made her way to the beach.

Now every step was an incredible feeling in that suit. Every movement produced a stimulus that enveloped her, overwhelmed her and excited her even more. But when the firey Mediterranean sun radiated on her suit, all the sensations began to increase a thousandfold. Her groin was practically dripping. The dark color trapped the heat inside the bodystocking. With each step it became tighter. Her nipples were clearly visible. The suit clung even more to her skin as she stepped on her wedge heels into the burning sand under the hot late morning sun. The manual would have told her not to do what she was just doing

It was something new that she was feeling. Normally she hated sweating, the feeling that her clothes would stick to her. That was the thing she liked least about exercising. But here, at 31 degrees Celsius, sweating profusely next to the sea, trapped inside a tight suit, it felt different. The one suit that made her feel that she was submerged in her own sweat mixed with an oil that camouflaged the smell with a sweet lavender and cinnamon fragrance. . . and curiously, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Everybody just stared at that crazy girl as she walked by. The children pointed at her in surprise. Only a few had ever seen anything like this in their lives. Except for Alex, who had bought his ex-girlfriend a similar suit to or maybe the same one. It was so long ago that he could hardly remember the model. His girlfriend nudged him to stop staring at this strange sight with his mouth open.

"First reaction, . . .good," – Katarsina said to herself. She was satisfied, biting her lip for the excitement. Or maybe it was because of the sensations that were produced by the touch of the trichini with the bodystocking. "Let me enjoy this a little longer before introducing myself and starting to fuck up his vacation," she went on.

to be continued...