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Zentai Temptation - part 2
You and Graham step into his stylishly decorated apartment, the modern furniture and dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. The anticipation of what’s to come is palpable in your body language as you exchange flirtatious banter while entering the living room.
Graham offers you a drink, which you accept gratefully, using the moment to collect your thoughts and calm your nerves. As he pours the drinks, you take in the surroundings, noticing the various Zentai outfits displayed on mannequins around the room. The sight of them sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you of your secret kink and the excitement that awaits you.
‘So, YN,’ Graham begins, handing you a glass of wine. ‘I have to admit, I was intrigued when I saw you watching me at the club.’ He raises an eyebrow suggestively. ‘You seemed quite fascinated by my Zentai outfit.’
You blush, taken aback by his directness but also grateful for the opening to share your secret. ‘I-I am,’ you stammer, taking a sip of your drink to buy yourself some time. ‘I’ve always been fascinated by Zentai…the way it looks, feels…and the anonymity it provides.’
Graham’s eyes light up with interest. ‘Really?’ he asks, leaning in closer. ‘I never would have guessed that about you. I’m actually quite into Zentai myself.’ He gestures around the room at the various outfits on display. ‘It’s a big part of my life.’
You can’t help but feel a sense of relief and excitement as you realize your shared interest. ‘I had no idea,’ you reply, smiling shyly. ‘I thought I was the only one who felt this way.’
Graham chuckles softly. ‘Well, now that we know we both enjoy Zentai, what do you say we explore it together?’ He raises his eyebrows suggestively, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Your heart races as you consider the offer. The thought of sharing this experience with Graham is both thrilling and terrifying, but ultimately, you can’t resist the temptation. ‘Okay,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘I’d like that.’
Graham grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He stands up and gestures towards a large walk-in closet filled with Zentai outfits in various colors and styles. ‘Take your pick,’ he says, stepping aside to give you room to browse.
You step into the closet, running your fingers over the smooth, shiny material of the Zentai suits. Each one seems more tantalizing than the last, but eventually, you settle on a sleek black suit that hugs every curve of your body.
Graham watches as you slip into the Zentai, his eyes roaming over your figure appreciatively. ‘Damn,’ he murmurs under his breath. ‘You look incredible.’
You blush at the compliment but can’t help feeling a sense of pride and confidence in your new form-fitting outfit. The material clings to your skin, making you feel both exposed and empowered at the same time.
Graham slips into his own Zentai suit, a dark blue number that highlights his muscular build. He approaches you, his movements fluid and graceful despite the tight-fitting material. ‘Now that we’re both wearing Zentai,’ he says in a low voice, ‘let’s explore some of those fantasies you mentioned.’
Your heart skips a beat as he moves closer, his body heat radiating through the slick material of your suits. He leans in and kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hands roam over your body, feeling every curve and contour beneath the Zentai.
You can’t help but moan softly as Graham’s fingers brush against your sensitive areas, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is electrifying, and you find yourself craving more.
Graham seems to sense your desire and guides you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you lie down on the bed, he begins to trail kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a burning trail of sensation in their wake.
You arch your back, allowing him better access to your skin as he continues his exploration. His hands roam over your body, squeezing and caressing every inch of you through the Zentai. The combination of his touch and the sensation of the tight-fitting material against your skin is almost too much to bear.
Suddenly, Graham stops and looks into your eyes. ‘I want to feel you beneath me,’ he says, his voice rough with desire. ‘But first, we need to lose these masks.’
With trembling fingers, you reach up and remove your Zentai mask, revealing your flushed face and heavy-lidded eyes. Graham does the same, his blue eyes burning with passion as he gazes down at you.
He positions himself above you and enters you slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. You gasp as you feel him inside you, the sensation of being completely encased in Zentai heightening your arousal to new levels.
Graham begins to move faster, his hips slamming into yours with increasing intensity. The sound of the Zentai suits rubbing together fills the room, adding to the eroticism of the moment.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you meet his thrusts with equal fervor. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, and your body is alive with sensation.
As the intensity builds, you feel yourself approaching the edge of a powerful orgasm. Graham seems to sense this and redoubles his efforts, driving into you with abandon.
Finally, the wave crashes over you, and you cry out in pleasure as your body convulses with the force of your release. Graham follows suit, his own climax tearing through him as he buries himself deep within you.
Afterwards, you lie wrapped in each other’s arms, both still wearing Zentai masks that conceal your identities but cannot hide the contentment and connection you feel towards one another. The night has been everything you hoped for and more, and as you drift off to sleep, you can’t help but wonder what other fantasies await you in this new world of anonymity and desire.
You wake up before Graham, still wearing your Zentai mask from last night. The room is dimly lit, and you can hear the faint sounds of traffic outside. Carefully removing the mask, you set it aside and scan the room for inspiration. Your eyes land on a full-length mirror, and an idea begins to form in your mind.
Quietly, you slip out of bed and rummage through Graham’s closet until you find what you’re looking for – a shiny black Zentai suit. Smiling to yourself, you quickly change into it, making sure the seams are smooth and tight against your skin. The sensation of the slick material against your bare flesh sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you of how far you’ve come since last night.
As you admire your reflection in the mirror, you notice that the Zentai suit hugs every curve of your body, accentuating your figure in all the right places. The anonymity it provides is both thrilling and empowering, and you can’t help but feel a surge of confidence as you strut back towards the bed.
Graham stirs as you approach, his eyes still heavy with sleep. He blinks a few times, trying to focus on the mysterious figure standing before him. ‘What… what are you doing?’ he asks groggily.
‘I thought I’d surprise you,’ you reply, your voice muffled by the Zentai suit. You climb onto the bed and straddle his hips, your movements graceful and fluid in the form-fitting material. Graham’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you wearing nothing but the Zentai suit, and you can see the bulge growing in his pants.
Reaching out, Graham traces a finger along the zipper that runs down the front of your suit. ‘This is… unexpected,’ he says with a grin.
‘I know,’ you reply, leaning forward to kiss him softly on the lips. ‘But isn’t it exciting?’
Graham nods, his hands beginning to explore the contours of your body through the Zentai suit. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before – the slick material gliding against your skin as Graham caresses you, his touch both gentle and insistent. You moan softly, This feels incredible, I can’t believe how turned on I am.
As Graham continues to tease you, he leans in close and whispers in your ear, ‘I want to try something new.’
Intrigued, you nod your consent. Graham reaches for one of your Zentai stockings lying discarded on the floor and proceeds to blindfold him with it. The sudden darkness is disorienting, but also strangely erotic. You can feel your heart racing as you wait to see what Graham has in store for you.
Slowly, Graham’s hands begin to roam over your body, tracing the outline of your Zentai suit before slipping beneath it to explore your bare skin. His touch is feather-light, sending shivers down your spine as he teases and tickles you in all the right places. You gasp as his fingers dance across your breasts, your nipples hardening under his ministrations.
‘Do you trust me?’ Graham asks, his voice low and husky.
‘Yes,’ you reply breathlessly. ‘I trust you completely.’
Encouraged by your response, Graham continues to explore your body with his hands, lips, and tongue, leaving you aching for more. You can hear the excitement in his voice as he whispers dirty thoughts into your ear, fueling your desire even further.
After what feels like an eternity of teasing, Graham finally removes the blindfold, revealing a mischievous grin on his face. ‘Your turn,’ he says, handing you the stocking.
Excited by the prospect of returning the favor, you waste no time in blindfolding him. As he lies back on the bed, you straddle his hips once again, your movements slow and deliberate as you begin to tease him through his Zentai suit. You trail your fingers along the outline of his toned chest, down his stomach, and finally to the growing bulge in his pants. Graham moans softly, I have no idea what she’s going to do next, but I trust her completely.
Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear, ‘I’m going to make you beg for it.’
With that, you begin a sensual dance of touch and tease, alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips as you explore every inch of Graham’s body. He squirms beneath you, his breath coming in short gasps as he tries to anticipate your next move.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, Graham begs, ‘Please, I need you.’
You smile to yourself, knowing that you have him right where you want him. Slowly, you reach for the zipper on his Zentai suit and begin to lower it, revealing more and more of his bare skin as you go. By the time you’re finished, Graham is panting with desire, his eyes locked on yours as he waits for your next move.
Instead of giving in to his pleas, you decide to mix things up even further by proposing a game of strip Zentai. ‘Let’s make it interesting,’ you suggest. ‘We’ll take turns removing parts of each other’s suits until one person is left wearing only their underwear or nothing at all. The winner gets to choose what we do next.’
Graham grins, clearly excited by the idea. ‘You’re on,’ he says, reaching for your zipper.
The game begins in earnest, with each of you taking turns removing a piece of the other’s Zentai suit. The tension mounts as more and more skin is revealed, until finally, Graham is left wearing only his boxers while you still have your bra and panties on.
‘Looks like I win,’ he says with a smirk. ‘So what do you want to do now?’
Before you can respond, there’s a knock at the door. Both of you freeze, suddenly aware of your vulnerable state. Quickly, you scramble to put your clothes back on while Graham answers the door.
As he ushers in a delivery person, you can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment that your game was interrupted. However, as you watch Graham close the door and turn towards you with a mischievous glint in his eye, you know that this is far from over.
The chapter ends abruptly, leaving readers eager for more.