You see a one piece swimsuit, of dark colour and green stripes at the sides, hanging from a
hangar. You are quite annoyed, this being the only available clothes in the house, but you
are naked and quite aware of it; so you simply grab the silky swimsuit off the hangar and
walk back towards the bed.
You put the swimsuit in front of you and then you lower it, your right leg goes through and
then your left follows. Once both legs are in, you pull the suit upwards. The lycra easily
slides and reaches your crotch, and once it touches it a moan escapes your lips. You are
surprised but quickly dismisses it.
You keep on pulling the suit until it reaches your breasts, realizing the suit may be a little
too small, but there is really nothing else to wear so you keep on. You slide one arm
through the shoulder strap and then the other. You are now wearing the swimsuit.
You walk towards a mirror too see how it fits; there, you gaze upon your now lycra-clad
body and smirks at disgust at your one piece swimsuited body. The swimsuit is too tight
for your liking and exposes much of your breast. But just when you start to take it off you
feel the tight fit of the suit al over your body. You then realize that the body is creeping
and moving. It moves and completely covers your breast and your once exposed ass; then,
it starts to tighten.
You feel it tighten on your skin and you try to take it off, desperately, to no vail. The suit
pushes your breast up, outlining them, and makes them look even bigger; it also made its
way into your body, creating an obvious cameltoe in your vagina and completely painting
an image of your ass.
You gaze once again upon your swimsuited mirror-image and now you find it beautiful,
hot even. You become entranced by your swimsuited image. You love how you look. You
touch your body all over, your breast, your navel, then your cameltoed vagina. The touch
sends tingles all over your body and soon enough you are masturbating through the
swimsuit's fabric, eagerly.
'You want to swim.' You hear as an orgasm builds up, 'You are a swimmer.' The voice
repeats.
You are now eagerly attacking your sex with your fingers and massaging your swimsuited
body with your other hand. You cum. You cum hard; harder than ever.
Moments later, once the haze of arousal subsides, you realize you want to swim.