The Latex Suit That Changed Our Nights

We had been together for almost ten years, and I thought I knew every inch of Marina, every gesture, every boundary. That’s why it took me so long to decide to take the step. There are desires you keep tucked away for years out of fear of breaking something, and mine had a very specific shape: women dressed in leather or latex had always driven me crazy, far more than the typical maid or schoolgirl costumes that are so common. It wasn’t the costume that attracted me, but what that material did to a body, how it traced it and turned it into something else.

The problem was that Marina is modest. I knew that giving her something like that out of the blue would make her uncomfortable, that she would take it as a demand rather than a game. So I set the stage. I bought her three gifts and wrapped them separately, leaving the one I really cared about for last.

—And what’s all this for? —she asked, sitting on the sofa with the boxes on her knees.

—For nothing. Just because I felt like it.

She opened the first two: two lace negligees, one black and one wine-colored. She smiled, thanked me, and set them aside carefully on the cushion. She was relaxed, in a good mood. Then I handed her the third box.

She opened it slowly. I saw her face change the moment she recognized the black, shiny material folded inside the paper. She said nothing, but pressed her lips together in that way she has when something bothers her and she doesn’t know how to say it.

—You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to —I said before she could answer—. But I swear I’ve spent months imagining you in this. It turns me on so much you can’t even imagine.

There. I said it. Now let whatever has to happen, happen.

Marina looked at the suit, then at me, and without a word she stood up and went into the bedroom with the box under her arm. She closed the door.

I stayed outside, in the hallway, like a teenager waiting for an answer. I could hear her moving on the other side: drawers opening and closing, the unmistakable sound of several pairs of shoes being tried on and discarded. Every sound stretched the wait and made me more nervous. A long ten minutes passed. Fifteen, maybe.

Then the door opened.

***

What came out of that room surpassed anything I had imagined. Marina is brunette, with straight hair, fairly long, slim, with a small but firm ass and breasts that, for how petite she is, are a perfect size. She had brushed her hair back tightly, finishing it in a high ponytail she knows drives me wild.

The black latex suit clung to her body like a second skin. So much so that it outlined absolutely everything. She had completed it with closed ankle boots, mid-calf, with high, slim heels that made her legs look impossibly long. She stood in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do with her hands, looking at me with a mixture of embarrassment and curiosity.

I still remember that image as if I had it in front of me right now.

—Turn around —I asked in a low voice—. I want to see you from behind.

She hesitated for a second, but then turned. And then I understood why she had taken so long choosing the heels. The suit lifted her buttocks, gathered them upward, and created a curve her body doesn’t naturally have. A long zipper ran the length of the garment, from the lower part of her back, down the center, and disappeared between her legs. A single zipper that opened everything.

I walked up and gave her ass a slap. I didn’t mean it consciously, it was almost a reflex, but with the latex so taut the sound cracked through the whole house, dry and sharp. Marina jumped and let out a nervous laugh.

—Does it turn you on, being dressed like that? —I asked in her ear.

—A little —she admitted, and I could hear how hard it was for her to acknowledge it.

—Then let’s go to bed. We need to christen it properly.

She nodded. And in that nod, in that obedience so unusual in her, I found something that turned me on more than the suit itself.

***

I laid her on her back on the sheets. The latex rustled with every movement, a new sound between us that added something to everything else. I kissed her slowly while running my hand over the suit, tracing the relief the material marked between her legs. I could feel it almost as well as if she were naked, separated from her by a very thin layer.

I pressed with my fingers, playing at wanting to get in without being able to, feeling her tense beneath my hand. I searched with my thumb for the exact spot over the material and started rubbing in slow circles. Marina closed her eyes. At first she barely reacted, holding back, but as I increased the pressure her breathing changed, becoming shorter, deeper.

—Don’t hold back —I told her—. I want to hear you.

When I noticed she could no longer hide how much she liked it, I guided her with my hands.

—Get on all fours.

She did it without protesting, turning onto the bed and arching her back. The sight was unforgettable: the glossy black, the ponytail falling to one side, the heels still on. I moved behind her. With my left hand I kept working between her legs over the suit, and with my right I found the zipper pull at the back.

I lowered it slowly. Very slowly. No rush at all, enjoying every tooth that came undone, the way the latex opened and revealed the skin beneath. I took it all the way down, until the garment was fully split at the center.

By then I was already at the limit. I slid my hand from back to front, through the opening, and found the same spot I had been stroking before, now with nothing in between. She was soaked. The situation had turned her on as much as, or more than, it had me.

***

I decided to go further. I lowered my head and started giving her little nips on the buttocks, gentle ones, while my hand kept working. I alternated the nips with long licks that traveled over all the skin the open suit exposed, getting closer and closer to the center.

I paused in the groove that separates the two cheeks and moved upward with my tongue from the lowest point I could reach to her back. The position wasn’t making it easy, so I had to adjust myself too, lowering my body to reach better. I managed to brush the start of her sex with the tip of my tongue and trace the whole route upward.

On one of those upward passes I felt myself go over her anus, and I knew it was there because Marina gave a sharp spasm, a jerk that ran through her whole back. I stopped for a moment, alert to her reaction. She didn’t pull away.

So I did it again. I went back over the same path, this time lingering a little longer on that spot. Another spasm, but milder. I did it once more, and again, spacing each pass less and less, delaying each one by another second, until the jerks softened and gave way to something else. She was getting used to it. She was giving in.

—Easy —I murmured against her skin—. Let yourself go.

When I felt she was no longer resisting even slightly, I put my hand on her thigh and gently pushed her back, toward my mouth. The tip of my tongue pressed a little deeper and she tensed again, but this time she was the one who broke the silence, her voice hoarse and her face buried in the pillow:

—That’s enough for today... just fuck me already.

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

***

I rose behind her. She was wearing sports shorts, with nothing underneath, so all I had to do was push them aside. I lined up and went in all at once. She was so wet it slid in without the slightest effort, as if we had already been at it for quite a while.

I started a hard back-and-forth rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then driving back in with force. Every now and then I stopped to slap her ass, and the sound filled the house again, even drier against the latex. Marina took each thrust by arching toward me, asking for more without words.

At one point I dared to do more. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled back, lifting her face toward the ceiling, forcing her to curve her back. I expected a complaint, but what I got was a long approving moan. In that position I kept fucking her hard, holding her by the hair, setting the pace myself, feeling her more eager than ever.

—Like that —she gasped—. Don’t stop.

I wanted to see her better. I let go of the ponytail, leaned back to take in the whole image, and gave her a new order.

—Now do it yourself. Ride me.

And she obeyed. She started pushing back and forth, taking over the whole rhythm herself, riding me while I limited myself to holding her by the hips and enjoying the show. Seeing her take control like that, dressed the way she was, got me to a level I didn’t remember reaching in a long time.

—Harder —I asked her, and from time to time I slapped one cheek with my open hand—. I want you to make yourself come all on your own.

We stayed like that for quite a while, her setting the pace, me giving her the occasional slap and whispering what I wanted to hear. When I felt her whole body beginning to tremble, control slipping away, I took the lead again. I held her firmly and pushed with all my strength, over and over, until I felt her explode in an orgasm that shook her from head to toe and left her empty, gasping against the pillow.

***

I let her rest only a few seconds. Then I rose fully, still on my knees behind her, and finished over the curve of that ass the latex kept framing on both sides. When I emptied myself completely, I slowly passed between her cheeks, spreading it all through the groove, imagining what that corner that I desire so much would someday become, the one she still denies me for now.

We both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, the suit rustling one last time beneath our bodies.

—So? —I asked when we caught our breath—. Did you like the damn suit?

—It’s too small and horribly hot —she said, smiling with her eyes closed—. But if it turns you on that much, I’ll wear it more often.

She hasn’t worn it many times since, to be honest. But every now and then, on some special night, I ask her to. And she walks into the bedroom, takes her fifteen minutes choosing the heels, and comes out transformed into that other woman who obeys me and drives me wild. And I enjoy myself like crazy, just like that first time.