Skin of Cloth by Mohood

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This longer, kind of wholesome, zentai story follows Rob and his work in a larger shoe store. For quite some time now, he has been obsessed with women wearing tights and nylons. He also had quite a bit of a foot fetish, so working in that store, especially in a part where more professional women were buying shoes, never made work boring for him. But what really blew his mind, was when a performance artist called «Kelly Szabo», who was going around completely dressed in an opaque full-body skintight suit. She came with 4 other models, and it was planned for them to stay at the store and appear to be employees. Except that each looked absolutely identical. The same blue zentai suit, same wig, same clothes and some shoes made it basically impossible for them to be differentiated.   Barely capable of taking his eyes off them during his work the following weeks, at some point he actually gets into a conversation with one of the identical looking figures, and it turns out that one was quite interested in him, especially because she realized he was drawn to the skintight suits.

The different chapters often begin with Rob retelling his story about how he met his now wife, Kelly. The story doesn't really have much of a sex-scene or something in that direction, but a lot of wholesome / romantic moments between Rob and Kelly.

Cultural & Religious Disclaimer
I will not specifically address, endorse, or judge the portrayal of religion and the lifestyle associated with it as depicted in this story. The opinions and interpretations within the story are solely those of the author and may not resonate with all readers. I focus exclusively on other, more fetish related, aspects of the narrative, and I do not claim any expertise or offer opinions on the elements of religion and culture, as I am quite unfamiliar with them.

Skin of Cloth by Mohood (WebArchive)

My wife called and told me she will be home from the supermarket soon, and I can’t wait. We’ve been married almost two years and have been together two more, but I never get tired of seeing her come through the door with groceries in hand. I’ll take the bags from her, give her a hug and kiss her gently on the forehead.

For a second, but only just that long, I will wish I knew what she looked like.

We met when I was working at Bramwell’s, an downtown department store which catered to upper end tastes. I was working in the shoe department — a dream job, since I have been a closet foot fetishist since high school.

My foot fetish is very specific, though. She’s got to have nicely-shaped feet. She’s got to enjoy having her feet touched. (You can tell by how her breath will quicken when you take her arch and ankle into your hand.)

Most of all, she’s got to be wearing nylons...

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