The body suit.

You open your eyes, your skin warm and your sweat adding to the filth on you. All you can see is a fine red silk cloth that you quickly see is about two yards of fabric that is covering you like a blanket. A smile quickly covers your face as you stretch and yawn. “Long night.” Is all you can say as you sit up and toss off the blanket, the hot sun beating down on your naked body. Then the smell of you hits your nose, and while completely foul, you can't help but be turned on by it all. Taking a few moments back under the blanket for yourself, your right hand decides it wants some pussy, while the left wants to see what all the hype is about fucking your ass. You are actually a tad bit surprised at just how easy it is to worm your hand into your asshole, not to mention how good all of this feels. “Oh fuck, I have got to stop this.” You exclaim finally, pulling out and sitting back up.

You really want to simply hop in the water hole, but not wanting to dirty the water with your filth, you use your water skins to clean up. Not wanting to neglect anything, you also decide after playing with your titties for a little bit, to give yourself a really thorough cleaning and after filling each skin with water, you force as much as you can up both your ass and pussy. The feeling is rather intense. The pressure almost feels like you are going to burst, and all you can do is roll around moaning, as you clench your muscles to hold it in, not sure why, it just seems like the right thing to do. Finally you feel a little bit leak out of your pussy, your hand slaps there to stem the flow, but as your hand connects, the dam bursts and you flood all of it out, your ass pulsing open and closed as your body rejects the last of the intrusion. “So strange.” Panting, you rest for a bit before cleaning off the rest of your body, then sitting down for a bite to eat. Several hours of travel time now wasted, you finally remember the deal with the guys last night and start looking around for the magic clothes they promised. Looking around you see they folded it up neatly and laid it by your stuff. It looks so tiny, is all you can think as you pick up the black body suit. “I gotta try this on I suppose.” Looking the suit over, you see the only way to put it on is to squeeze through the neck hole. Pulling it open, it caresses your leg as you slip on your right leg, then the left, then you just sort of sink into it, pulling your arms into the sleeves. As you push your arm into the last hole, it just sort of shrinks closed till it is tight around your neck with a high collar. “Oh this is odd.” You can't help but say as you run your hands over your body. You can feel your hands touching everywhere, yet at the same time it blocks the feeling as well. “So strange. Like a second skin or something.” Moving around, you can also feel the sand beneath your feet, even wiggling your toes in it, but at the same time, it doesn't really touch your skin. Your fingers of course find your pussy and you rub where you know your clit is, the sensation is pleasant, but it is muted by the suit. “No, I am not going to just sit here rubbing myself. Oh, but what to wear today. This is kind of hot after all.” Your hands finding your nipples as you finish talking to yourself. Knowing full well that wearing this any longer means you don't travel at all, you decide instead to strip it off and pack it away. “Really light also.” You can't help but add as you get dressed in your armor.

Finally you head out. The travel over the next three days is uneventful, but sort of peaceful all the same. Of course the first night when you settle in for bed you put the black suit back on to at least figure out how to open the flap or whatever to allow you to relieve yourself if you were to need to wear it. Sure enough, as you feel over yourself, running your fingers down the crack of your ass, you find what seems almost like a tiny button, or slit, just big enough to hook in your fingernail. As you do, the suit gives way and the magic field around the suit turns off as well as you suddenly have sand between your toes. Once the field is off you can feel a tiny thread of wire that you pull, as you do the suit opens up from ass to front till your pussy and ass are open to the wind. The feeling of it, as the wind whistles between your legs, nearly all feeling cut off from everywhere else by the thin leather, is nearly enough to make you drip, and a sigh escapes your lips. “This suit is just positively naughty.” You can't help but laugh. Digging around at the suit, by tracing the wire thread, you find the other end of it just above the opening in the front, and a similar hook for your fingernail. Drawing it up your torso the opening pulls closed, and the field once again turns on. “Gaa. No, not traveling around wearing this just yet. Armor is going back on.” Tugging at the neck, you strip it back off and put it in your pack, still amazed that when it is off it seems to be sized for someone half your height.

Finally you see a dot looming on the horizon. The city the men called Almas. As it looms closer and closer you can see it is a marvelous city of white stone and golden spires that reach to the heavens. A wall circles the entire length, and as you approach you can see several guards around the length. A thought nags at you that you might indeed be wanted for some crime here as well, so simply walking in might not be the best idea. Then again...