"Oh, hi," the visitor stammered. "I just moved in next door. My name's Steve, and I am having some problems. It seems my toothpaste has been forgotten at my old place, and I was wondering if I could..."
"Have a dab of ours? You have your toothbrush with you?" Emma replied.
"Actually, I was wondering..." Steve pulled out his hand, and Emma could see that under his college sweatshirt was a blue-gloved hand. In the hand, there was two $1 bills. "...If I could buy a tube from you."
Her eyes went wide with lust. She recognized Steve must be wearing a zentai under his clothes. Steve could see that she was looking longingly at his hand. "I'm sorry. I guess I should've taken this off before I came over, but like I said, it was an emergency."
Emma didn't hear what he said, at least not clearly. "I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Nothing. So," he said, as he quickly slid his hand back into his jeans pocket, "you have a tube to spare?"
"Come on in," Emma invited. "Follow me upstairs."
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