My whole lower body from toe to waist was now alive with heightened sensations. Nerve endings in the sensitive areas at the backs of my knees, between my legs and along the junction of my thighs and belly were going into overdrive. The feeling as the latex layers between my thighs rubbed together was wonderful. I walked back to the mirror and admired the view, gently running my hands over the rapidly warming material covering my thighs and backside. Inside the suit my vagina was open, kissing wetly against the latex.

The intensity and speed of my arousal astonished me. I'm not a prude by any means and have enjoyed some very good sex in the past, but the sensations that I was experiencing now were totally new to me and in an altogether different class. Feeling an intoxicating mixture of giddiness and guilt, I watched my mirror image as it ran a thumb up between its legs gently pushing the rubber into my opening. I could feel my clitoris throbbing within and deep inside my belly was the beginning of the swelling of energy that is an early precursor to my orgasm. I found that there was a small fold in the suit between my legs, held closed with a strip of Velcro. There was a similar one at the back. Although I don't often masturbate, I had a powerful urge to rip back the flap and plunge a finger deep into my pussy; however, I held back and instead returned to sit on the bed to pull on the rest of the suit.

I was now glistening with perspiration and gave myself another dusting of talc before I continued. I reached forward and pulled the suit further up my body until it was just under the ledge of my breasts. My usually small nipples were swollen hard inside the rubber of the bikini top but before I could give them the attention they demanded I had to get my arms into the sleeves. Forming the fingers of my right hand into a point, I plunged it into the armhole and pushed-twisted it through the tube until my fingers popped out of the end. I repeated that with the left arm and smoothed the wrinkles out as I worked the latex up my arm and finally, with another tug, over the shoulder.

The catsuit was now stretched around most of my torso. The taut black skin was gently squeezing my stomach and it was becoming more difficult to pull the latex about. Each movement I made was limited by the pressure of the rubber and caused a reciprocal tug somewhere else. Fortunately. I'm pretty flexible, because to get my right shoulder into the suit, I had to lie on my front and reach around from the back with my left arm. Taking hold of the edge of the black material and rolling my shoulder downwards and forward as I pulled the latex upwards and out. It worked and I was finally inside. I dragged and tugged the zip up the back and locked it in place with a little clip provided to stop it pulling open. Finally to finish off my latex ensemble I set about putting on the gloves.

Turning them almost inside out, I tapped some talc into each of the hand sections of the gloves before putting on the first one. I then slowly unrolled the tube up my arm until it came to a finish half way between my elbow and my shoulder. I repeated the exercise with the other glove and then laced my fingers together to even out the wrinkles. I was now almost completely covered in tight latex; only my head and neck were clear.

Rolling off the bed, I retrieved a pair of Jenny's patent leather high-heels from the bottom of the wardrobe and, with a bit of difficulty because of my rubber covered fingers, strapped them on.

I went back to the bag for a can of spray polish and a polishing cloth I had seen in one of the pockets. I sprayed a small amount of the liquid on to the cloth. Starting with my right arm, I gently smoothed the cloth over the suit. Immediately a brilliant shine appeared on the previously matt surface. Gradually, I worked over the whole suit, arms, feet, legs and body, lingering a little over my breasts and between my thighs.