My leotard needed to be replaced, and I was all worked up getting fitted for a new one.
My dance lessons became more robust and increased in intensity, but overall it was still very casual. My leotard was getting a little worn and stretched in places, so I asked the instructor, Kim, what she thought after class. She was surprised it wasn’t holding up better. I told her that I lost 4 or 5 pounds since being measured in the early spring, but I didn’t divulge that I wore it so much before classes started and, well, masturbated in it several times!
Kim pulled me into one of the offices. In a professional and nonsexual way, she examined the fit of my leotard by running her fingers under the elastic openings in my neckline, shoulder straps, underarms and my bum. I got a little aroused at times during class today, just to the point of feeling slightly wet. Kim focusing so intently on my body resulted in my horniness returning and kicking into effect much more aggressively. She left the room to get a measuring tape and to check inventory. I made good use of the opportunity to lightly rub my tingly pussy over the leotard to try and bring a little satisfaction to the area. It responded immediately and throbbed excitedly for more. It's never enough, and I'll probably never learn!
Kim returned with a soft measuring tape and a brand new packaged leotard under her arm. She needed new measurements to confirm “her suspicion”. More nonsexual, incidental touching was just part of this process, but I couldn't fight my ongoing arousal if I tried:
Standing in front of me, and starting with my bust, Kim wrapped the tape from back-to-front under my arms. My hard nipples protruded through the shelf lining, way more so than when she was in the room a moment before. The tape ran awkwardly over them. I think she realized that my nipples weren't going to push down for the measurement. “Let's try it like this…”, she vocalized to herself. The tape slipped to just under my nipples but still on my raised areolas. My heart pounded and my pussy now throbbed to another level.
Next, she slid the tape down to get my waist measurement (narrowest point). Looking down as she worked, I could see that the fabric against my slit was heavily wet as it clung against my skin. The wetness was gradually seeping through the surrounding thin spandex, revealing more and more of my anatomy.
Then, the hip measurement, which goes around the body at its widest part…the bum. Kim knelt in front of me, being at eye level with my significantly wet pussy. Its arousal was completely unmistakable. I was picking up on the scent of my arousal in that tiny office, and Kim was right there looking directly at the source. The tape was pulled over my bum to the front, where it crossed over my mound. She pinched the overlap from the bottom with her thumb and index finger. Her index finger was closest to my body, and I was thinking there was no way for her to avoid grazing the wet fabric. She asked me to turn 90 degrees, which re-positioned her overlap to my hip. She looked around at my bum and adjusted the tape slightly upwards. I turned back to face her as she pulled both ends of the tape snug, pinched the center again, and leaned in to read the measurement. The small numbers and hash marks that she needed were positioned right near my engorged clit, straining against the wet garment.
The final measurement was girth, which goes around the torso and shoulder vertically. Kim ran the tape between my legs before standing up and bringing both sides up over my shoulder. The back side rested fine along the length of my bum crack. The front side, however, shifted off-center and wedged in my right leg fold. “Whoops…”, she said to herself, while reaching down to fix it. The thin spandex area along my slit was so thoroughly saturated that the flesh color of my pussy pressed through. Well, center was pretty obvious! She easily maneuvered the tape between my labia and over my clit.
Kim was very professional and didn't mention anything about the obvious. There were no awkwardness signs from her at all, and everything seemed status quo. The whole process took like two minutes, but it seemed like forever!
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The sizes options for leotards included:
XS (7-8)
Small (8-9)
Medium (9-10)
Large (10-11)
XL (11-12)
Kim matched up my measurements against her sizing chart and said, “well, somebody messed up”. She said that I'm “definitely an 8 Small”, but was ordered a Large. I said that I came to the studio to get measured, so I dunno. wasn't going to protest since she was being so kind, and on top of that, I was given the Small for free due to “their error”. Also, she clearly saw what I looked like in a Large and still made the Small recommendation.
I did question the Youth/Girl category, and supposedly, those are their “petite” sizes, which are separate from their “toddler” and “child” sizes for kids. They're made and cut differently to “best fit and showcase the unique characteristics of smaller body types”. That was one way to put it!
When I got home, of course I was eager to try on my new leotard. Putting on the Small was much easier than I had anticipated. I thought the large was “snug”, but the Small actually felt better like a second skin. I must be getting used to this! There were some obvious differences between the two sizes, though:
The shelf liner on the Small was of the same material, but it was about half as thick and half as wide. It made me pop out a little more.
The leg cuts on the Small rose higher on me, now running closer to the edges of my mound.
The crotch on the Small was noticeably narrower. With the Large, I had some wiggle room to either side. The Small, however, was virtually an identical match to the width of my pussy, but it felt secure. Maybe I didn't need any room to wiggle.
I quickly took the leotard off to avoid the temptation of masturbating in it. I was going to use the Small for classes, but still wear the Large around the house and as a backup. xx
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