Air in the Park

The crystalline drops I remember with unnatural accuracy. The way they caressed the skin, gently, slowly creating clear trails of liquid mirrors that reflected the surroundings. I envision them still, and immediately fill with passion – with need, the thought alone filling my whole being with the aches of desire. It is my abdomen, however, that begins to feel more determined, pressing outward with immense intensity. It has become so that I can't leave my apartment when it's raining outside. I have to stay indoors in order to keep from losing my head entirely.

I hadn't known Eric very long. We had fucked before: we moaned, and swayed, pulsated in slowed time. There was little talk of fantasy or fetish, only a single time in bed when a smile stretched his face and he tied my wrists to either side of the bed. He was proud of himself, but I was singularly bored. Naturally enough, I decided to take it upon myself to create some type of sexual tension in our lives, perhaps give him a surprise.

I left him an unsigned note that verged on romantic, telling him to meet me, after he finished work, at the park that was two blocks from my apartment. I slipped out of the house before Eric awoke, knowing the smile on my face only allow for suspicion. Stepping out into the street, the air greeted me with a sigh with the intent of touching each soft curve of my body, its fingers brushing my hair into my eyes. The clouds above were heavy with rain, ready to drop into our atmosphere. My eyes flashed to the sky while my thoughts flickered back to the phone call I made; I had called a specialty shop the night before while my eyes gleamed with what I am sure was a smoldering and dark brilliance. I gave them my measurements and told them that I would pay any extra cost for it to be ready promptly.

Always my favorite part of the game was the way it's possible to lure any man into your trap, the trap of sexuality. You flick your tongue, run it along your now-moist lips, and the men fall to their knees, hungry with desire. Pants tented, eyes not daring to blink – this was what I was waiting for all along. On the way to the park, I could see the men, and the occasional female, fall to their knees, pleading for me to take them home and to bed. I empathized, patting heads and running my fingers along the underside of chins. Latex that clung to my body - skin-tight, leather boots that were fit for only a dominatrix.

It is the shock, too. I saw Eric from a distance, and removed any hint of satisfaction from my features. I became the epitome of cool, hardened, and wise. My boots echoed on the pavement as we approached each other, my entire being flooding with passion. I walked coolly past him, catching the seam of his shirt between my two outstretched fingers. Come, I whispered softly, suavely, as the sky exploded into a million tiny pieces, sending the rest of the world sprinting for shelter. I laughed out loud, my head spinning.

We arrived at the edge of the river that expanded as we stood at its edge. The tiny droplets of rain proved painful, pelting onto every area of skin that was revealed. Eric was still somewhat surprised at the leather that showed my now hardened nipples, as well as the ass he had so frequently clung to during an orgasm. I could see by the way his eyes traveled up and down my body that he wanted me, but his wants began to fade to nothing inside of my mind. I was exciting myself, feeling the leather stretched taut against my bare skin, my swelling pussy rubbing against the cool rubber of my outfit. But I knew how to play the game, and this is what I had come to do. I looked into Eric's eyes, into him, through him, and pressed my body against his, feeling his fully-hard cock pressing against my abdomen. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, I stepped back, demanding he undress. The look on his face gave me such pleasure: he was afraid, we were in public, anyone could see, but I was in front of him, a leather fantasy brought to life. When he looked around surreptitiously, I turned around with a brisk attitude, and within seconds I heard a zipper and his struggle to strip as quickly as possible. My insides were alight; I wanted nothing more than for him to bury his whole cock – or self – into me. But I knew how this would work. I had him where I wanted him, as long as I didn't lose control. And I wouldn't. This was far too enjoyable.

I bent myself in half, the latex suit pulling tight against every fiber of my being. I heard a small gasp of pleasure escape from Eric's lips, but nothing would stop me now. The idea was not to pleasure him, but to attain a higher sense of content for my own self. I bit my lower lip, trying to give only the illusion of immense desire. I swirled the tip of my tongue lightly around the tip of Eric's cock, teasing. I suddenly recalled a time when a lover had breathed warmth onto my tits, only to suck the air back in, a chill running down my spine. I smiled inwardly, and breathed onto his swelled dick without reluctance. His eyes rolled up to the sky, and I watched with delight as rain rolled sensually across his lips. I quickly drew a large breath back in, when I felt a strange sensation inside of my own chest. I looked down casually, although the feelings I was experiencing were everything but normal. My chest… my boobs…. They had begun to expand. I gasped at the strange phenomenon, and they suddenly stretched further, as the leather that was already so tight on my chest split, revealing my swelled breasts to the world. Fascinated, insatiable, I knew what I was capable of. I sucked in my breath, feeling the air press against my chest, feeling the unbearable tension of skin, the skin that was always containing….

I blew into Eric's cock with the most force I could muster, my heart racing, palpitating, and aching. My eyes widened with astonishment, delight, desire as I saw the stomach of my lover begin to expand…. His eyes bulged when he saw what was happening to his body, and his arms began to flail in a helpless manner. I continued to breathe into him, filling his stomach with air until I could no longer see his face, until his skin was the texture of rubber: a thin, fine lining that was sensitive to the touch. I dragged my fingers across his bloated stomach – now twice as large as his entire body – my entire body tingled with delight as our skin touched, there was an undeniable static that coursed from his body to mine, a never ending cycle. From high-pitched moans of pleasure I knew that what Eric was experiencing was far more intense than what I was feeling. The human sounds turned into animalistic cries as I continued to fill him with the air from my lungs, as I dragged my fingers across his stomach. I was only somewhat afraid that he might burst into a thousand pieces, but I no longer cared. I was in control of his pleasure, of his insatiable need to grow larger. I watched as he began to rise off the ground, only inches at first, while I continued to fill him with air.

I was distracted, momentarily, by the streams of crystal like rain that were slowly meandering down Eric's obscenely large stomach. I saw my own reflection: my latex suit that was in pieces, my hardened nipples that were expanded by my own breath. The rain had soaked my hair, leaving it in strands around my face, now red from all of the air that was being transferred from my lungs to Eric's incredible stomach.

I was jolted back to the present by the knowledge that the further he elevated, the more harsh and sharp his cries became- the cries that can only be compared to the overwhelming orgasm that inflation induces. Barely three feet off the ground; I felt his whole body snap into a sudden rigidity, my heart stopped with the unbelievable desire for what was to come. I let go of his legs and clambered on top of him, pushing his engorged body to the ground. While I was on top of him, he was finally able to see my ripped suit and exposed, inflated tits, and I heard a quiet moan escape his lips. I looked down in time to see him explode: thick streams of cum were flying into the air, high enough for me to see them past his giant stomach. With each grunt, thrust and explosion, his stomach began to shrink, breath by exhaled breath.

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