He reached for a box under his desk. I haven’t seen that box in a while. As a matter of fact, I have seen what’s in it but I haven’t seen him wearing any of it yet. He takes out a latex suit that will cover him from his neck to his ankles. It is a yellow colour, kind of transparent, with a zipper on the area between his legs.
He puts it on. The suit fits him perfectly. It is nice and tight around his body. He lies down next to me. I can smell the latex. He looks at me, an expecting but anxious look on his face. I’m not judging. I kind of like it. I trace my hand over his latex-clad body. It slides over smoothly. Oh, yes, I like it.
His cock is starting to grow underneath the suit. I let my hand slide over it, giving it a few little slaps. Oh, it really is coming to life now. He tries to reach for the zipper to set it free but I don’t let him.
“No, no, no. Let me play with it like this,” I say in a teasing tone. “Actually, it is just like a little clit now. Should I rub it like a little clitty?”