Zentai Stories

Wrapped in lycra, senses muted but not dead. Feeling and being felt. My nipples being teased, pushing against the tight material. Breathing harder. Kneading and touching, feeling their body under my fingers. Hearing quiet, almost distant  sighs of approval. Liquid seeps slowly down my thighs. Sweat mingling with talc used to put on the suit. My mind wanders, is it just us or are there more people. Are they joining or just...