Tamara - The Case Of The (corrupted) Suits (7) (Patreon)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 3)

Part 7-2/2

Tamara, as soon as she got to the bathroom, couldn’t take it anymore, there was no chance of holding back. Her hands went straight down to pull the blouse out of her pants and raise the hem above her chest. Breathing in and exhaling deeply as her hands felt the latex between her hands and her chest again.

She tried to moan as silently as possible, while whispering to the latex, “I like what you’re doing to me, don’t stop.” She noticed the latex was now tighter. At the same time she felt like something was moving in the back of her panties, squeezing sensually. In front something was growing and pushing increasingly forcefully against her private parts.

Her left hand massaged her breast and at the same time squeezed her erect nipple between her index and middle fingers. Her right hand, which was trying to help that growing intruder enter deep into her, was moving towards her lap underneath her pants. She approached her target, exploring the surface of the latex, which felt as if she was caressing herself between the lips of her sex.

It was then, while her right hand fiddled around, exploring the sensual sensibility of that garment, that she realized that now she wore only one garment instead of two. Her face froze with an expression of excitement and surprise, with her lips drawing a drowned “Oh.” Meanwhile, her left hand now also searched uselessly for the previous separation line of the garments.

The leotard like suit that now hugged her body with a halter neck top extended down to her crotch, with a design very much like the provocative swimsuits of the ’80s. Apparently, the cycling-shorts like panties had retracted from part of her legs, to stretch upwards and merge with the top. In addition the suit had merged with the sheer red pantyhose that she had put on earlier.

Her hands did not take long to start caressing the suit's surface again, sticking one hand under the blouse and climbing up to her neck. The other hand, with which she sensually stroked her firm belly, moved slowly upwards, and when she felt her chest, went down again, describing a long curve until she reached the height of her waist. Then she continued to push her fingernails under the seam of the pants and go further down.

"I like it", she said almost with a sigh, trying to contain the fire, which she wanted to consume her again.

She tried to silence her moans by biting her lip, while her hands became more aggressive in playing with herself, managing to unleash the new version of her, the one that she didn’t want to stop, no matter what. Her excitement plunged her into a fantasy, which would have horrified her just a day before. But now, now she wanted it, she wanted it badly, she loved it, and she needed that vulgarity from which it had emerged.

"What are you waiting for?" she said as she was drowning with tension. . . "Rape me again. . . fill me up. . . like you did last night."

The suit immediately granted her her wish, and Tamara didn’t need to touch between her legs anymore. At this moment she felt two intruders enter her, slowly, forcefully, but not without delicacy. Then she could feel something sneaking around under her new leotard. Something that moved, slithering on her skin, bathing her in her own sweat. Moving at the same speed as the strong beating of her heart, and with the same force as her deep, heavy breathing.

After the initial assault on her sex and ass, Tamara couldn't hold back any longer. The heat was making her sweat, and with the sweating her clothes were starting to annoy her and needed to come off. She took off her blouse, balled it up and let it fall to the side. She expected to feel some relief from the heat, but at the same time realized it was not enough. Her body was already out of control and far from calming down. The heat that was devouring her body had only just begun. So it didn't take long for her to drop her pants too.

Tamara's hands had released her crotch and now only focused on one breast each. Tamara then closed her eyes, and not caring that saliva was already beginning to escape between the corners of her lips, she let herself be carried away once again by that fabric.

She did not go back to her seat even when she had been there for some time, subconsciously resisting making any noise, but without refraining from gasping and sighing of pleasure in a low tone. Until suddenly an electronic sound in the form of a beep, which she would not normally have heard, caused her to bend over in surprise, and then she heard the captain’s voice, warning that they were going to touch down in five minutes at the Imperial Capital.

to be continued. . .