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by Jerry, a deepend site visitor
Part One
What would she wear under her uniform? The airhostess turned her back on me. I could see the seams of her underwear through the blue fabric of her skirt. Would it be a swimsuit? I projected a blue, metallic suit around her body. The reflections of the tube lights seemed to enhance her curves. She turned to me and the sun flashed on the shiny fabric that grasped her breasts.
‘What would you like to drink?’ she asked.
I’ve always liked to watch girls in their swimsuits, and particularly in one-piece suits. These have a mysterious attraction to me. You see, I can understand how it is to wear a bikini, it just covers the parts it should cover, like bathing trunks do for me. But a one-piece has something extra, it does more than just cover, it embraces the body. That is something you never experience with a swimslip or bikini.
I often dreamed about how it would be to wear a one-piece suit myself. But what would my friends say if I appeared at the pool in a one-piece? And my fiancée hated everything that tended to make me a bit more feminine. I could try it in secret, but how and where would I get one?
This business trip to Lisboa would give me the opportunity. Two weeks alone, in a hotel, everything at the costs of the company.
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When I arrived on my hotel room I first took a shower. I put on my tight red bathing trunks and watched myself in the large mirror. The high-modeled slip had a narrow elastic band around my waist and made me look more athletic. I felt like I could handle everything.
After a late lunch I left the hotel and walked in the direction of the center. One of the first fashion shops, ‘Lady Marianne’, on the edge of the main shopping center, presented a rack with bikinis and swimsuits in front of the entrance. I stopped.
I looked at them.
I reached out.
The supple fabric of a black one-piece ran through my fingers. I estimated the size of the legholes. They seemed large enough to reach halfway my armpit!
‘Can I help you with something, sir?’
I froze and looked up slowly.
‘Hello’, I said. My brain worked at full speed. ‘I, eh, I was thinking about buying a gift for my girlfriend, maybe a swimsuit.’
She took the black beauty from the rack and held it up. ‘What size does your girlfriend have?’
‘I don’t know precisely, something like 36?’ I looked at her. ‘She is about your size.’
‘Yes, that’s my size too’ she smiled and held the suit against her body, ‘this is a very nice suit, it will reveal the hips completely’
I fell in love. ‘Could you show me some more of that size?’
She took some more suits from the rack and entered the store. On a table she spread out the suits and explained the special properties and prices of each of the models. I held some of them and felt the soft, stretchy textile. I seemed in doubt.
‘Could you maybe show…eh…"
She looked at me.
‘Could you maybe put some of them on, and show them to me?’
She looked at her watch.
‘It’s almost closing time.’ she said.
I understood I went too far.
‘Wait a couple of minutes, I’ll shut the door and show you whatever you want.’
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The first swimsuit Christina showed me was a neon-pink shiny lycra tank with yellow lines pointing down from the sides, between her legs. She came walking up to me, throwing her long black hair over her shoulders. Her small breasts pointed proudly forwards under the tight material. She turned around and followed with her fingers the seams from her hips downwards. Wiggling her hips she walked backwards, until she bounced into me. She looked up to me and asked, ’Which one would you like to see now?’
I wasn’t able to speak. I pointed at a metallic silver suit on the table. She grabbed it and jumped back behind the curtain. A few seconds later she appeared again, her body sparkling in the neonlight as she danced around me. The suit had a full back, but an open front, which revealed her stomach. She took my hand, turned into my arms and laid my hand on her breast. Slowly, my hands moved over the shiny fabric that spanned over her skin.
‘You still prefer the black one, don’t you?’ she asked.
I didn’t answer.
She slapped my hands from her body, turned to me and shouted, ‘Don’t you?!’
‘Yes’ I whispered, ‘I think I do.’
‘Then put it on.’
I could not believe my ears.
‘Put it on!’ she said.’ She handed me the black swimsuit, size 36, and pointed to the dressing room.
I took off my shirt and short, and looked at the black tank in my red bathing trunks, which showed exactly how excited I was. I took off the trunks, hoping she would not open the curtain at this moment. I stepped into the magic, black piece of cloth and pulled it up. This was like nothing before. The suit stretched tightly around my body.
I felt excited,
naked,
protected,
warm,
attractive,
strong,
free!
Christina saw how delighted I was, she laughed. I laughed too. We looked at each other like small children. She touched my shoulders and ran her nails down over my chest. The feeling was amplified tenfold by the lycra weave and made me shiver. Quite roughly I grabbed her, she struggled and pinched my butt. We rolled on the ground, holding each other tight, touching each other wherever we could. Suddenly she kissed me, looked me in the eyes and said ‘The black one is 5300,- escudos. Is it a present, sir?’
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Contined in Part Two - The Gym
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