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For the first time
🕑 Added 2024-12-08 20:04:10 +0000 UTCElena remembered that day as if it were yesterday. On that day, when Elena first saw the athlete in a wetsuit, something inside her exploded with admiration and desire. She was eighteen, and the summer sun was scorching the beach where she spent long hours watching the sea. It was then that she saw her - a woman in a diving suit, her movements so graceful, as if she were part of the water. Each wave seemed like an extension of her body. The suit, hugging every centimeter of her figure, sparkled in the sun, creating an aura of strength and confidence around her. She was a young, but even then, she was overwhelmed with thoughts and fantasies that seemed forbidden yet captivating. Her fetish for suits, especially diving ones, was fully formed in that very moment when she saw how the smooth, tight-fitting material of the suit accentuated every curve of the athlete's body. Elena watched as the woman dove and resurfaced, each dive capturing her imagination more and more. She realized she was wet between her legs; her thoughts began to revolve around how she would look in that suit, how she would want to be that woman wearing it now. Her nipples hardened and showed through her swimsuit; she was afraid someone might notice her arousal, the bottom of her one-piece swimsuit already soaked with her sticky juice.
But then the woman emerged from the water and headed towards the sports complex building on the shore. The suit glistened with droplets of seawater; she had a perfect body, strong and toned with small breasts. Elena realized the woman wasn't tall but was slender, and in principle, her body was almost the same shape as the athlete's trained one.
Following the woman with her eyes to the door of the complex, Elena followed her, unable to take her eyes off her glistening body in the suit. Slipping into the locker room, Elena understood that the athlete was already in the shower.
Her attention was completely captivated by the suit. It lay on the bench like a second skin of the woman. She approached it hesitantly and sat down beside it. Her fingers trembled as she first touched the material - it was smooth yet resilient. Gently, with reverence, she ran her hand over it, feeling the dampness - it was sweat and water left from the athlete's body.
At first, Elena just caressed the suit, trying to understand how it could fit the woman's body so perfectly, as if it were an extension of it. Her hands slid over the seams, the creases, feeling how the water droplets left traces on the surface. She was enchanted, feeling her own body react to these sensations - goosebumps, warmth spreading from her fingertips. Her face burned with desire and embarrassment.
Unable to resist, Elena pressed her face to the suit, rubbing against it, feeling its cool, slippery surface. Her movements became bolder; she enjoyed the contact, imagining herself in such a suit, like that woman. And then, in an irresistible impulse of desire, she decided to put it on.
With trembling fingers but with an overwhelming desire, Elena quickly began to strip off her clothes. Her movements were quick, almost feverish, as if she feared this moment might end. Each piece of clothing fell to the locker room floor, leaving her naked, with her heart beating in anticipation.
Completely naked, Elena took the suit in her hands.
Overcome with excitement, pressing the suit to her body, she could hardly control herself. The suit was slightly too large, but that didn't matter. Inside, it was wet, and this sensation was both strange and exhilarating. She felt the moisture on the material, the warmth left by its owner, and this gave her strength, the feeling that she was becoming stronger and more confident. In that moment, in the locker room, amidst the smells of sweat and neoprene, Elena realized her life was changing forever.
She decided to pull the suit just over her arms so she could quickly retreat and shed it if the owner returned. Elena was fascinated by how the material stretched over her slender arms; the smooth neoprene easily glided over her skin, enveloping it like a second skin. The suit was too big for her eighteen-year-old body, but that only increased her arousal. The suit gave off a very pleasant, arousing scent of another's strong, trained body, and this sensation was almost orgasmic for Elena.
Slipping her arms into the sleeves ending in gloves, without fully wearing the suit, she could already caress herself with hands that seemed alien to her. She feared the woman would emerge from the shower and catch her. She loved the sight of her hands covered in this smooth, shiny material; she liked the thought that these were someone else's authoritative hands, and they began to move over her body, exploring. The gloves were made of the same thin neoprene as the entire suit, and they slid over her skin, oh God, this drove her mad, feeling her body through this neoprene, a new level of arousal, the sensation of an extra layer between her fingers and her body. This made every touch more palpable, more forbidden, and erotic.
Elena caressed her breasts, her fingers in gloves sliding over her nipples, which hardened from arousal. The material rubbing against her chest made her body shudder with pleasure. One of her hands stayed on her chest while the other, like a black snake, moved down her abdomen, following the trail of sweat running down her body.
When her hand reached her groin, it gently covered it, pausing for a moment, feeling the coolness on her pubis. Elena's black hand pressed the suit against her, and immediately her movements became more rhythmic and deliberate. Elena began to rub against the suit, especially the inner part which was damp and slippery where it had been stretched over the athlete's vulva. There, the suit was sticky and moist; she loved this sticky moisture touching her clitoris and lips, making her body react instantly. She felt her arousal growing, her own moisture mixing with the remnants on the suit, making each movement even more slippery, even more sensual.
Her gloved fingers became bolder, beginning to caress her clitoris, using the moisture as lubrication. She rubbed against the seam, which was perfectly positioned to stimulate her most sensitive spot. Elena's hips moved back and forth in rhythm with her hand, creating a rhythm that brought her closer and closer to the edge. Clenching her thighs, she paused and carefully slipped her index finger into her hole. The finger was small, smooth, slippery, and slightly cold from the enveloping, smooth, neoprene. She let out a wild little squeal and froze, clenching finger with all her muscles.
She felt her body beginning to tremble, her breathing becoming ragged, and her gloved fingers continued to caress her, sliding over her wet flesh, rapidly approaching an orgasm she couldn't describe with words. Elena lost control, her movements became chaotic, her breathing turned into moans when she finally reached orgasm. Her body shook, her groin pulsed, her gloved fingers kept moving, prolonging her pleasure until she froze from an unbearable feeling of ecstasy shaking her body.
As soon as the spasm left her body, she could think of nothing else but to put on the suit and let whatever happens happen; let her get caught, let everything fall apart, she didn't care. She had to wear it here and now...
She started with her legs, pulling the suit up, feeling the cool material slide over her skin, sealing her like a second skin that still held the warmth and moisture of its previous owner.
This sensation only fueled her desire to put the suit on faster. Elena felt the suit stretch over her thighs, her groin; it was a merging with another body, with another strength that now became part of her.
She pulled the suit higher, stretching it over her waist, feeling it press against her body, giving her the feeling of growing up, getting stronger, braver, right here, right now. Her nipples, sensitive to new sensations, hardened as the material of the suit passed over them, embracing her breasts.
Her hands slipped into the sleeves, and finally, the suit covered her shoulders. Now Elena was completely in the suit, which gave her a sense of power and forbidden pleasure. She looked at herself in the mirror, seeing not just a young female but someone new, perfect, strong, and a bit frightening.
That moment passed quickly, and she focused on her sensations. Her groin stretched the suit, she felt the accumulated moisture there and realized that the owner of the suit had also been aroused when wearing it just minutes ago. There was plenty of lubrication, both hers and the athlete's; everything down there became sticky and hot. Her hands slipped there, and she began to writhe in the suit. The sensations were so intimate and strong that Elena completely lost control. She caressed herself through the suit, her hands gliding over her body as if she were rediscovering it. Her fingers slid over her skin, sealed in the wetsuit.
In that moment, consumed by desire, she felt her body responding to these touches. Her movements became more intense, her breathing quickened. She couldn't stand and leaned against the wall, bending forward, fiercely caressing herself. She was absorbed in the moment, noticing nothing around her but the sensation of the suit sticking to her thanks to her juice and sweat, creating a sense of unity.
When her body reached its peak, Elena felt a wave of pleasure wash over her; she reached an intense and abundant orgasm, collapsing onto the locker room floor. Her body convulsed in ecstasy, every muscle tensing and relaxing under the material of the suit. She felt each contraction, each pulse of pleasure that seemed endless, as if her body and the suit had become one in this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Elena lay on the cold tile floor, her body still trembling from the recent orgasm. The suit, which had become her fetish, had sealed her, but now she felt an irresistible desire to free herself from it to escape unnoticed; she was almost out of strength, having drunk the chalice of pleasure fully, now needing something more to feel something like that again.
She began with slow movements, her fingers, encased in gloves, started pulling the suit material down her body. Her breathing became deeper; she felt the neoprene sliding over her skin, leaving traces of moisture and sweat. This wasn't just undressing; it was a ritual, the former lively eighteen-year-old girl reemerging from under the suit.
Elena first freed her hands, feeling the gloves slide off, leaving her fingers bare and wet with sweat. Then she slowly pulled down the upper part of the suit, feeling her sensitive nipples and breasts escape from under the neoprene, their emergence recalling the waves of arousal that had just caressed her body. She arched her back, helping the suit slide lower; her breasts were freed, and she felt the fresh air on her skin, enhancing her sensuality.
Next, Elena reached her waist, where the suit was covered in sticky moisture and clung particularly tightly to her body. She began to wriggle out of it, feeling the suit stretch over her hips; it seemed to her that the suit made a squelching sound as it peeled away from her groin, which elicited moans of pleasure as her flesh was freed from the neoprene. She felt the material peel off her, sparking remnants of pleasure.
When the suit slid down to her knees, she sat on the bench, lifting her legs up to fully remove it. In that moment, as she felt the suit leaving her body, she experienced an almost religious feeling of liberation and pleasure. Her body was covered in sweat, her thighs and buttocks all in her sticky juice, her body glistening.
Freed from the suit, Elena lay on the bench, her body naked, but she still felt its touch, its smell, its moisture on her skin. Her fingers lightly glided over her body, mimicking the movements she had just felt through the suit, now without the barrier of material but with the memory of its touch.
This wasn't just an act of liberation from the suit; it was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, like Spider-Man and Venom... Now she lived a dual life, in the suit and out of it.
Comments
IB
It confuses me as well; it's more for the sake of the story's plot. Let's change it to 18.
Reberta Montag
While I really do like the imagery about the tactile wetsuit sensations and the delight of getting lost in the lubrication and enclosure ... I feel I need to ask why the constant need to refer to her being 15, a teenager and her being underage? Is that part of another fetish beneath the surface?
