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Sailing Date - PART 4

There were three objects in Hannah's hands as she  emerged a few moments later,  two were small black rectangles with a circle in the centre that had two holes in it. The other looked more like a heavy duty zip tie. 

“This will be fun.” Hannah seemed to have assumed my consent for this little experiment. 

She dropped to her knees on the grass in front of me, putting her head level with my stomach.  Then she reached up and undid the first of the two straps between my legs, letting it fall loose and dangle. 

I immediately pulled at my bathing suit. I hadn’t noticed the wedgie this time until the strap had been undone, but it had been tight enough that my bathing suit was all bunched up and stuck in my but. I was past any pretence of hiding this from Hannah at this point.  

Hannah put some sort of stick into the holes in one of the black rectangles and twisted it like a key, the plastic device opened up like a suitcase.  She positioned it behind the female buckle of the now undone crotch strap, so that the buckle was inside the open case. I shifted my knees apart as Hannah reached casually between them to retrieve the dangling strap. My bathing suite was bunched up again instantly as Hannah pulled the crotch strap back into position and snapped it back into the buckle.  Then she snapped the plastic case closed, sealing the buckle for the crotch strap inside of it,  and seemed to lock it again with the “key”.  She gave the whole thing a bit of a shake and a couple good tugs, ensuring it was secure.  Yanking on the strap between my legs in the process.  I grabbed at the strap from behind my back trying to manage the wedgie. If Hannah noticed she didn’t show it.  She was busy repeating the process on the second crotch strap.  Again I went to fix my bathing suite as the crotch strap fell loose, pulling it down with my free hand, despite the fact that it was about to be all bunched up again anyway.  

As Hannah got the second buckle guard positioned behind the remaining crotch strap I was suddenly surprised to find myself kinda looking forward to her doing it back up. The straps were still tight and a little annoying, particularly in how they bunched up my bathing suite, but now I also associated them with the safe cosiness I had felt in the water.  

Hannah grabbed the second strap but it must have been twisted again, she rotated it a couple times in hand, then leaned down a bit looking between my legs as I stood there rather awkwardly.  Hannah reached through my legs again and grabbed the strap near the top and ran her hand down the length of it to get it straight. Happy with it she moved to secure it. I felt my bathing suit bunching again as the strap was pulled tight. This time it somehow caught a bit more of my suite and I had a wad of material under the strap.  I leaned over slightly grabbing the leg of my suit, trying to pull that free as Hannah held the strap tight in hand.  Hannah noticed and lowered the strap slightly, she had the buckle guard and female buckle in her left hand and the crotch strap in her right. She transferred the strap to her left hand, kinda holding everything with it clumsily and used her free hand to grab the bottom of my suit and help pull it down.

“That’s kinda annoying, never had that problem before, my sister and I never wore baggy trunks.”

“Ya honestly that’s the most annoying part of it, it’s not that bad otherwise.  The leg straps I mean.” The collar was the other thing that continued to be a noticeable annoyance. 

Hannah had the left side of my suit fixed but was now pulling down on the right leg trying to fix that one as well. She paused for a moment, and looked up at me. 

“Actually, I have a pair of Jammers here.  They’re like athletic pants.  Stretchy.  They would fit you.”

I wasn’t super interested in that but Hannah was already walking away towards her car. She shuffled around for a moment in the back  and then was jogging back over, a bright purple fabric item in hand.  

“It’s purple, sorry, good thing you aren’t put off by stuff like that.” 

I didn’t particularly fancy changing into Hannah’s bathing suit, but she wasn’t really asking, just assuming I was ok with it. To be fair I had just said the bunching up of my baggy swimsuit was the worst part about the whole ordeal.  

“Here let me get the other strap for you.” Hannah bent down and unlocked and then unclipped the right crotch strap. Letting it fall loose she handed me the purple item.

It was almost slippery. It was so smooth, maybe spandex or latex or something, super stretchy. I just held it in my hand for a moment unsure what to do.

“I’ll hold your lifejacket for you but I won’t look, promise” Hannah moved to stand beside me facing the opposite direction. I felt her grab the loop on the back of my jacket.  She made a point of looking off into the distance. 

Looking back at the bright purple bundle I shook it out, it was stretchy but it looked tinny. Pulling on it it easily stretched to twice its size tho. The swimsuit getting bunched up -was- really the most annoying bit of the lifejacket.  Feeling extraordinarily uncomfortable I undid the tie at the top of my trunks, by touch; I couldn’t see it with all the foam on my chest, and started to remove them.  Glancing at Hannah confirmed she was still starting into the distance.  As I bent over to pull my suit off my feet Hannah tightened her grip on my jacket, she had to rotate her torso to face me but kept looking off over her shoulder.  Kicking my own swimsuit off I quickly pulled the slippery purple over my right foot and the sensation was very strange. It was tighter than I expected but it did stretch. I got my other foot in, a bit wobbly and thankful for the support from Hannah.  I straightened up as I pulled the “Jammers” up over my legs. I had to squirm a bit to get them up over my hips but they did indeed fit.  They were thicker than I first expected, a bit padded almost.  And they were very tight, I felt them pressing in around my thighs and stomach. 

“All good?”

“Ah ya, I managed” Not at all pleased or comfortable with how revealing they were. 

Hannah spun around.

“Hey ya those fit you! Not your style I know but they don’t look bad on you.” 

“I’ll take your word for it” I managed an awkward smile.

“I think they will be more comfortable” 

Hannah plopped herself back down in front of me, not wasting any time. 

“Ok let's try this again.”

She reached around my leg this time, grabbing both straps at the top and running her hand down to remove twists. Then passed them to her other hand through my legs. This time no fabric got bunched up as she pulled them up.  I felt the strap press into me more suddenly without all the fabric in the way. But Hannah stopped. 

“Agh, hang on I gotta adjust them a bit again now, they’re a bit looser without all that fabric.”

I didn't protest, at this point I was consigned to my lot, and to be honest I didn't mind the straps so much anymore.

Hannah bent over and fussed over the straps a moment or two, then straightened up with them still in hand. 

“Ok” she scooped up the first of the two open buckle guards off the ground.  I guess we didn't forget about that whole thing. 

She got the guard lined up on the female buckle with one hand, then brought up the strap. Prior to adjusting them she hadn’t pulled the strap up all the way  I don't think, or she tightened it a lot. The sensation was completely different with the new pants. WIth my trunks I had felt all the fabric bunching up and then eventually a bit of a wedgie, I realised I never really felt the actual strap pressing into me, just my swimsuit.  The skin tight thing I was wearing now was totally different.  I felt the full length of the strap press up into me all at once, and without any warning.  I could practically feel the texture of the strap. The sudden pressure, and the sensation of texture that I could feel made me jump back involuntarily. Causing Hanna to miss the buckle.

“Hold still you!” Her tone was teasing but I felt her secure her grip on the female buckle, pulling on it as tho to hold me still.

She pulled the strap up a second time, this time more quickly, and she got it buckled in with a snap. The strap pulled back up into me all at once, I nearly jumped again but managed to just squirm in place a bit, partly thanks to Hannah’s now firm hold on the jacket.  A second click signalled the buckle guard snapping into place over the buckle of the first crotch strap. 

Hannah must have dropped the second strap at some point, maybe when I jumped back, she was reaching through my legs, getting the twists out of it. I squatted slightly and tried to spread my thighs a little.  As I shifted I felt the already secured crotch strap slide over the tight material of Hannahs jammers. My hand went to the buckle and pulled down trying to get some slack but even leaning forward slightly I could still feel the strap there. 

I examined the plastic guard on the already secured buckle. It didn’t feel that heavy duty, but there was no clear way to open it aside from the little “keyhole" in the front. I tried squeezing it at about the spot where the buckle release would be. Unsurprisingly nothing happened. 

“Won't be that easy” Hannah teased.  She was on one knee in front of me, the loose end of the second crotch strap in her hand.  The other end disappeared between my legs.  

Dropping her other knee and sitting up so she was standing on her knees Hannah grabbed the remaining female buckle and brought the crotch strap up, this time slowly, almost like she was teasing me on purpose. 

As I felt the strap pull up into me I shifted and tried to pull back, but Hannah was holding the buckle securely and I ended up just shifting my position around. A bit like I was doing a hula hoop. The squirming caused the existing crotch strap to slide over the tight shorts. 

There was a loud snap and the second strap pressed up into me as Hannah secured the second buckle.  She didn't say anything but was grinning ear to ear as she worked the second buckle guard around it. 

As the strap was pulled tight I tried to shift my hips to pull away from it, but discovered this only made the strap on the other side tighter. There was no pulling away from both at the same time, aside from bending over at the waste. 

“Ok, you” Hannah was still holding the second crotch strap, using it to pull herself to her feet.  “One more” The large zip tie looking thing was in her free hand now.  I expected her to use it to secure the two metal rectangles on the chest strap together.  

Hannah was standing in front of me now but still holding the second crotch strap buckle, she gave the strap a few gentle pulls before letting go. “You’re almost all secure” 

To my surprise instead of moving to secure the zip tie thing around the front buckle she moved around to my side. Connecting the zip tie to something under my arm. I couldn’t see what she was doing but the chest strap suddenly went loose and I realised she was attaching it to the bit of the jacket that tightens the chest strap.  A moment later she put a hand on my shoulder and pulled, the chest strap cinching up tight around me again, I think a fair bit tighter than it had been before. I heard the zip tie pulled tight and she stepped back. 

“There ya go.  Let’s see it.”  Having already inspected the buckle guards on the crotch straps I turned my attention to the strap around my waist, Hannah hadn’t locked the two metal rectangles that joined that strap together, so hypothetically they could come apart.  That idea went out the window as soon as I touched the strap.  She had definitely pulled it a lot tighter. It was pressed into the foam of the jacket firmly, I couldn’t even get my fingers under the strap.  Let along turn the metal rectangle sideways to pass it through the other. I pulled at the strap feeling kinda foolish.

Hannah giggled.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

Unsure what to say I just twisted a bit at the waist trying to put on a show of trying.

“Ok.  How about this? If you can get out of that life jacket, I’ll owe you a kiss.”  She smirked, then looked up at a tree branch above us and down to tether laying on the ground. Retrieving the end of my ‘leash’ she walked out away from the trunk of the tree, reaching up to a point that she could only just reach and wrapped the loose end of my tether to it, connecting it to itself. “Stay here, I’ll get the sandwiches” 

Needless to say as she walked away I started to test my situation in earnest.