A Very Firm Fit

Then she struggled to get the girdle into place, deciding more than once that it was too high or too low on her body. At last, she got it to a level, and in a position, that seemed to match the design. Then she did up the hooks with her knowledge from the long-leg girdles, and then the zip fastener. It extended from under bottom at the back, curved up to part-expose her pubic hairs at the front and came up to her bra strap at the top edge. Immediately, she like the feeling of the pressure and the new sensation around the bottom edge; under her buttocks and pulling hard across her thighs and the mound.

Attaching the stockings presented another challenge, since she had only ever done it with a suspender belt for fun at parties, during her teens. But here there were six strong suspenders and metal stocking-clips; and spread around the bottom of the firm girdle. She had to twist and contort herself in a way that was new to her. But finally she had them attached and the stockings looked so smooth and defined her legs so well. She'd always hoped that her legs were a good feature and now she was convinced.

"Nice legs," she chuckled to herself, as she looked in the mirror and put on a very smooth pair of Lycra briefs that came up to her contained waist.

For a few days, Meena got accustomed to this open girdle, wearing it all that first weekend, and in evenings the following week. To her surprise and great pleasure, she discovered that her orgasms could come from this girdle also. She touched and pressed on herself through her panties, feeling at the while the pull of the girdle. She learned new responses to the overall tightness and the way the girdle moved with her as she walked about. The bottom edge, the suspenders, the stocking tops, the new pressure under her bottom. All these led to excitement and to orgasms of a different nature but no less satisfying. Her plan was coming together: the next man would discover this girdle and also "a way through" if that is what he wanted.

The meeting with the next man, booked into a motel, was a success. No, it was a triumph of excitement, affection and eroticism. He was named Johann, from a Dutch family, and he held her hand as soon as they met and kissed her cheek. Five minutes later he walked alongside her to the little restaurant they'd agree on; and he placed his arm around her waist. Meena could feel his fingers touching, then moving, then squeezing a little, and finally grasping as her girdled waist. As they got to the door of the bistro, he turned to her and placed both his hands on her waist and drew her to him for a proper kiss in her lips. She revelled in it and let him press his tongue momentarily and gently between her lips, to brush against her front teeth.

Still holding her, Johann whispered into her ear, "I love your underwear already. I think we'll be good for each other."

Meena lowered her eyes and blushed a little but then raised her eyes to his and replied, "And I love the way you use your hands already."

They grinned at each other and went in to eat. She noticed that he ate carefully and sparingly, as she did also. She realised they were both taking care not to be overfull for the lovemaking that would come later.

The later part of the evening, and the rest of the night, saw the completion of Meena's search for pleasure in life.

Back in the room, Johann helped her take off her coat and then held her to him as he kissed her and kissed her, time and again. On her lips, her neck, her forehead; and under her throat as she strained her head back and looked at the ceiling. He handled her waist a great deal, and she let his hands roam over her figure. He felt down to the thighs at the back and she could feel him lingering over the suspenders and her stocking tops. At the sides, he pressed on her hips to feel the tension of the girdle under her clothes. At the front, he ran a palm over the flat tautness of her stomach and down to her groin. While holding her waist from the back with his left hand, he dropped his right hand until it pressed on the bottom edge of the girdle, across her pubic area, and he pressed further; until he was pushing the girdle edge and her panties between her legs a little. He couldn't reach her clitoris while standing but she knew what was coming.

And so they undressed and she lay on the big bed, still in her girdle, stockings and bra but no panties; waiting for his attentions. It was short wait. Naked, on her right-hand side, he leaned over and kissed her again on her lips and down her throat to her chest and then her swelling breasts as they escaped slightly from the bra. All the time, his hands were running over her girdle. He felt at the zipper with its supporting bones, the other bones around her waist and down her abdomen. He tucked his fingers under the front suspenders and felt carefully at their fastening to the stockings. Then he ran a hand all the way down one leg from the girdle edge, to her foot and toes. And repeated it on the other leg. Her skin was tingling from his touch, and the smooth tightness of the stockings under his hands.

Meena was breathing hard and made soft mewing sounds with her eyes closed, wishing him to reach under the girdle and to touch her labia and clitoris. As if reading her thoughts, Johann placed his left hand on her right breast and slowly but deliberately ran his right hand up her legs and under the front edge of the girdle. He needed to force his hand under the taut panel that contained her pubic region, stretched tight between the two front suspenders.

First, he placed his hand on her mound, lying it flat under the girdle front panel. Moving slowly and still deliberately, he moved his hand down to her labia and caressed them in his fingers, allowing his middle finger to slip between the lips and to discover the slick wetness of her juice-pouring vagina. At the moment he made the discovery and pressed his finger further towards the opening, he looked into her face and she opened her eyes. They looked straight into each other's eyes and both smiled. Then she closed her eyes again.

He moved over her and kissed her throat again, and then moved his head down her body, kissing her breasts and then the cups of her bra, and then all the way down the tight girdle. He kissed as he went; over the tight top edge, down the lacy but boned front panel, onto the bottom edge pulling across the space he wanted to know. Kissing the girdle. He licked her short pubic hairs through the space between the front suspenders and tried to push his tongue into her labia. He couldn't reach but she lifted her knees slightly and opened her legs, and made space for him. Then he could lick into the labia and towards the wet opening. He delighted in her taste and her wetness.

Adeptly, he lifted himself on top of Meena and she opened her legs further. They both wondered if he would need help to position his penis for entry but the girdle seemed to present her perfectly. He slipped the head of his penis into her labia and then pushed further until he could feel the smooth warm wetness of her vagina, opening in front of him. He gently but quickly plunged into her until he could feel the girdle-edge pressing on his groin. The front suspenders were rubbing against his thighs, which added to his excitement. He moved into her and pulled out, setting up a rhythm Meena had never known, and they both revelled in the sensations each was experiencing.

Meena felt the girdle being pulled even more taut as Johann plunged into her. Across her groin, the girdle seemed to be stretching and relaxing with each movement. Also, it seemed to press him more urgently onto her clitoris; so that she didn't need to put her hand down for her usual rubbing. It was happening because of the girdle. The back edge was pulled further under her bottom and contained her buttocks more firmly. The six suspenders pulled and tugged at her stocking tops with each of his slightest pressures inside her. She felt as if the entire girdle outfit was part of her body. The grip of the top edge around her ribs, the hard stiffness of the bones, the tautness of the edges, the stretched suspenders – they all seemed to be connected to her labia and clitoris. Her orgasm was building inside the girdle. She realised that it was in her body, but also she felt herself to be one with the girdle. It was as if the girdle was linked to her nervous system and her brain. She placed her hands on her waist and pressed her body inwards; feeling the zipper and the side bones under her fingers, which added to all her other sensations.

As he was rubbing against her suspenders and pulling on the front edge with his erection, her orgasm overwhelmed her without the usual long warning. She stiffened her back, her eyes closed tight, her breath stopped, her vagina and anus pulsated, and her mind leapt onto a new plane for some seconds.

Johann saw this happening, and felt the pulsations inside her, and couldn't contain himself any longer. The pressure of the girdle on his erection and the pin-pricks of the suspenders against his thighs, brought him to a full ejaculation inside Meena. He plunged time and again until he was empty and relaxed. He stayed lying on her for a few moments, before lifting himself off her equally-relaxed body. Their eyes met again and they both smiled. He lay beside her and held her with his free hand, reaching across and holding her waist. He spoke for the first time since they entered the room.

"I'm falling in love with you. Do you know?"

"Mmm," was Meena's only grinning reply; she felt uncertain still about her life and her responses.

She wondered to herself, "Is this what love means? A girdle and good sex? Is this what other women feel? Or am I still learning and have way to go?" But she said nothing.

Later, when their passion returned, Meena lay on her front and he plunged into her pouring vagina from behind. He raised her body until she was on all fours, doggy-style, and her sensations became even more urgent and effective. This time, the pressure of his erection was against the front edge of her vagina and she could feel the movement on her clitoris from inside. As if he were rubbing the root of her clitoris. The girdle was even more tight on her figure in this position, and especially against her thighs and across her buttock. His erection was pressing against the back edge and increasing its movement across her buttock skin. The suspenders added to her sensations as they stirred on her skin with each of his movements. Her second orgasm came quickly, and he filled her again at the same time.

By the end of the night, the girdle was wet and stained from her waist all the way to the suspenders and she was dripping with his juices, as well as her own. Before they left the bed and undressed her, Johann whispered again.

"This may sound crazy but I really do love you. After just one meeting. Can I be your man? Can I make love with you like this every day?"

Her reply was more this time, "Yes please. I'd like that." And they both grinned again.

"For the rest of my life, do you think?" he asked again.

"Mmm," Meena replied, uncertain again if her were proposing to her. So she left it as a mumble, which he seemed to accept as "Yes" as he kissed her again passionately and sweetly at the same time.

"We'll need a lot more of these," he said, tugging at her girdle and grinning. She grinned back, knowing her was right. She just nodded at him.

After that night, they ordered more open girdles like the Style 1294, from wherever they could find them and from different makers. She wore long-legs during her working days but always the open styles for their loving times.

She had discovered the pleasure and the benefits of a very firm fit.