This story follows Alyssa and a costume she recently found. Using the loose clothes allows her to hide quite a bit of other garments under it.
The Arabian Costume by Querthe
Alyssa had found that wonderful Arabian costume in a second hand shop near her home. She loved browse the small, quite cosy shops searching interesting, maybe strange but always funny objects. Her house was full of those things. She liked to collect strange and bizarre things since she could remember, and the passion she had was perfect with her fetish of impermeable things. She was in pure ecstasy coming back at home, discarding her normal clothes she needed to wear to be the plain secretary in a legal study and starting to dress in her sauna suit, with her gloves and her rubber mask. “Up to now I just played. Now it’s the right occasion to enjoy really my passion!” she thought finishing to sew the last modification in the costume.
She found a sort of burqua, but with the eyes completely uncovered, made in a white heavy gauge of cotton with small embroideries in red and green. She adapted it to her athletic body, with small but nice breasts and slender legs. She was a little upset not to be able to show her long blonde straight hair when wearing the dress, but she could accept it, considering what she had planned to wear under the veil. The cloth was long so much to cover her feet, and the sleeves so long to arrive to touch the tip of the fingers also when completely stretched in horizontal. She added some elastic band at the wrists to avoid the sleeves to fall if she would lift her arms, cut the whole cover of the face replacing it with a thick nylon black mesh and a loose white veil. At the same, she added elastic band at the waist and at the ankles of the coordinate trousers, to be sure no one would be able to see what she was wearing under the garment.
“All is set, and I have just to wait tomorrow, to wait the annual masked ball that my city does every years during February. This years I will not be dressed in my usual fairy tale princess costume. Oh, not at all.” she smiled, folding the dress, checking the inside of a big wood chest in her wardrobe and going to bed.
The next day her mind was fixed on her chest, hidden inside the wardrobe, and she literally run away when the working hours were finished. She took a quick shower, rubber some scented talcum on her skin and opened the wardrobe, grabbing the Arabian dress and putting it neatly on the bed. Then she opened the chest and smiled as a baby in a candy shop. Inside there were all her special dresses and accessories, and that night she would be wearing all of them.
She started with her white latex panties. They were equipped with vibrators for both her openings, one big and powerful, the other one a little smaller and with a gentle rotation instead of a vibrating action, quite massaging her rear hole as a lover. She checked the batteries were fully charged, giving her at least six or seven hours to the lowest setting, and she pushed the item on, paying attention to fill completely herself, moaning with closed eyes. The gentle movements on her crotch were already heaven for her, but not enough to let her cum. She wanted to be teased for all the time, to leave her maximum pleasure when she would came back, alone in her bedroom. White rubber bra followed, and a transparent vinyl leotard with long sleeves and a seal zip on the front covered her. The sheath, after some minute, started to be fogged in some point by her perspiration. “I love this material. So clear, so fresh but also so clinging after a couple of seconds.
She grabbed with quite shacking fingers a black rubber catsuit with attached gloves and feet, and started to ease it over her body, using talcum if necessary, until she was engulfed in the warm embrace of the shiny material. The long zipper that run from crotch to the back of her neck was closed and padlocked with a quite invisible lock, the tiny key quickly posed in the small safe she had in the wall.
“First layer on, now something for my head.
She took a roll of saran wrap and started to unroll it over her head, around it, under the chin and over the forehead, over and over, then in front and on the back of her head, until only her eyes and her nose were uncovered by the stretched, warm layer. Her body was already starting to sweat, the strange but exciting sensation building up in her and going down on her crotch. She then wrapped all her head, if not her eyes and nostrils with black electrical tape, enjoying the compressing sensation and the slightly annoying sensation of lack of air.
“Mmmmm.” she crooned, trying to talk, but the double gag she had over her lips was muting her perfectly.
Alyssa took another suit, this time in vinyl, again perfectly transparent and struggled to push it over her hot body. This suit had a build up mask that was leaving only her nostrils uncovered. Aligning the holes was not easy, and for a couple of time she had to hold her breath for a minute or so on before arriving to set them as she wanted. The zip was smeared with superglue, completely sealing her inside her new skin.
“I need only one other layer, then I can start to dress properly.”
From her chest she extracted various bags and rolls of transparent duct tape, and quickly, also if with two layers of rubber and plastic over her fingers she trapped her limbs and her torso in a baggy suit with also a hood. She pushed outside the sort of sauna suit all the air she could, then she put over her plastic face a plain mask made of thin, semirigid plastic fixed at the back of her head by a rubberband. She was not sure it could be enough, so she used a long strip of transparent tape to seal the edges of the mask with the edge of the baggy hood.
“Pppprrffttt!” she smiled, moving quite rigidly at the chest for the last time.
She extracted a pair of calve length rubber ballet boots without heels, reinforced with steel dipped inside the material, and quickly she strapped and padlocked them in place, forcing her body on her toes tips and shifting her weight every second to avoid loosing her balance. Then she grabbed various pair of rubber gloves, and with a lot of efforts she sheathed her arms in armpit long rubber black gloves, then a pair in red reaching just the elbow. Quite feeling the pain bending her fingers she finished with two pair of washing dishes yellow rubber gloves, a size smaller than the necessary. She watched her figure in the mirror and pushed with rigid fingers the dildo in the front deeper in her as much as she could, falling on her knees while moaning.
“No, no, I have to stop, or I will not be able to finish my idea and go outside as I am.” she shook her head, returning to stay on her stretched feet.
Long lycra opera gloves in black covered her overlayered arms before she put her body under the Arabian garment. She watched again her figure on the mirror, and she was happy to see that no one would be able to detect her real dress. Furthermore, the thick mesh over her eyes and face was impeding enough her breath and vision to a level she was not expecting, adding pleasure to the pleasure.
She fixed with a lot of effort the white loose cotton veil from her nose to her neck and opened her house door, ready to enjoy the whole night. She was thinking to move in some Arabian land to enjoy it every day.