Inspect the Garment further (lz)

Every little sway of the hip seemed to translate to some sort of movement between my legs. There was no way I'd get anything done with these on... and it'd be a damned shame to take them off so quickly. Might as well... enjoy it.

I sat at the foot of my bed, wiggling my hips as I did so. The ribbing around the back of the shorts felt like a hand with way too many fingers was cupping and lifting my butt. It felt... good actually. It made me feel like I had a fuller, perkier behind. Even the ribbing in the bra seemed to cup and lift my breasts slightly.

I tugged at the material making up the bra and felt my eye twitch a little as the nubs pinched and pulled at my nipples. I could feel my cheeks get hot. My sensitive bits were getting pretty swollen and it was impossible to ignore the pressure exerted on my bits between the legs. I shifted a bit, trying to move away from the nubs, but there was no position that reduced the compression down south... I exhaled slowly. This garment was just nailing my fetish. It just felt so... so...

...good.

I reached up with my right hand to grab my breast and gave it a light squeeze, imagining the ribbing was doing so of its own accord.

I let go to redirect my efforts elsewhere when-

*gasp*

-out of nowhere I felt another light squeeze on my breast.

...I definitely didn't do thAAT! Another squeeze.

It... Remembers?

I reached up and repeated the action on my other breast, and immediately, simultaneously regretted and loved it. The ribbing continued to echo my actions, squeezing each breast alternatively and of its own accord.

My breathing reduced to short quick gasps and I immediately wondered just how invasive these shorts really were.

I reached between my legs and felt my heat radiating from between my legs. I placed my finger lightly between the bottom of my labia and my anus and slowly drew my finger across my lips lightly at first, pushing harder as I went along. I felt each nub push in slightly as I passed them. As my finger approached my clit, I finished with a light pinch, the added texturing under the latex eliciting an unexpected gasp.

As soon as I completed the action, I felt another phantom finger stroke me from the base of my labia. I gripped the bed sheets with both hands as the latex briefs repeated the painfully slow action, my eyes clenched shut in anticipation of the flourish... As the phantom finger reached my clit, the brief's 'suction cup'-esque molding shrunk tightly around my clit, pinching it firmer but more gently than an actual pinch. I barely kept in an 'ah!' as it did so, suddenly becoming conscious of how tense my body was.

I laid back on to my bed, my legs dancing and writhing about on the sheets as the latex underwear continued to finger me and massage my breasts. With each stroke between the legs I could feel the pleasure build. I gripped the sheets to anchor myself onto planet Earth. My back was arched... it feels so fucking good!

The damned stroking was so slow... I could feel it coming soon... soon... I gripped my sheets, refusing to let my hands add to the teasing.

Soon...

"YESsssSAAAA HHHHHHH" I cried out as all at once I felt the floodgates open. My muscles contracted and my hips were overcome with the amazing gushing sensation of climax. I rocked my hips in time with the convulsions, willing it to last a little longer... slowly, my consciousness faded...

-LATER-

A pinch of the clit jolted me awake - the latex was still doing its thing! I could feel my breasts jiggle as the bra continued to massage them. Before I could react I felt another phantom missionary begin its long trek along my private bits.

-HINTS-

1: Attempt to remove the garment

2: Go for another round

3: Try to make it stop