At ten o'clock Saturday morning, my door bell rang, and I found a freshly scrubbed, ebullient Mei-Lien waiting to be let in. As soon as she was inside, she stepped in front of the hall mirror and, with an exultant smile on her face, unbuttoned her coat to reveal that, aside from the socks and sneakers on her feet, the only garment she wore was a leotard. Furthermore, the leotard itself did little to hide the figure inside. Made out of a thin Lycra material, it showcased every detail of Mei-Lien's increasingly curvaceous body. Had her breasts been naked, her nipples, including the dark hallows of their aereolae, could hardly have been more visible. Because it was cut to leave most of the region between her bust and lower belly bare, it drew attention to the shape of her firm tummy and the little shelf, which she had described to me on the phone, where her navel sits. Letting my gaze follow the curve of her belly down to her crotch, I could discern a hint of the pubic hair on her mons. Nearly as intriguing as the way it displayed her front was the view it provided of her from the rear. Other than the thick bolt of black hair, which dangled from the back of her head and ran in a straight line along her spine, and the network of thin straps which secured the leotard to her body, Mei-Lien's back was bare from her shoulders to her buttock. Exposure of so much flesh by a pinko-grey northern European is often a mistake, but on a woman with Mei-Lien's tawny complexion that expanse of flawless, smooth flesh is an asset which deserves exposure. In summary, I was awestruck to recognize what an enticing little package my student had become.
Making no effort to conceal her pride in my admiration of her body, Mei-Lien grinned like the Cheshire cat and coquettishly divulged her plans.
''If you think that I am dressed this way for your eyes only, you are sorely mistaken. You said that you want me to experience having my body available for others to view, and, with that in mind, I have located a health club in this neighborhood to which we can easily walk. This is the surprise that I promised, but we had better go soon, before I lose my nerve.''
Pleased as I was by Mei-Lien's plans, I felt the need to assert some control over the situation. Approaching her from the rear, I planted a warm kiss on the back of her neck before untying the bow which held the straps of her leotard together. Once the bow was undone, it became an easy matter to lower the top of her leotard to her waist. I then inserted my hands through the warm crevice between her arms and her ribcage, bringing them to rest on the sides of her breasts.
''I am delighted by my surprise and fully intend to make your plan a mutually gratifying experience. However, before we put your body on display, I think that we had better check that all its parts are functioning up to par. In particular, having subjected them to such arduous training, it would be a shame not to have your nipples displayed to their best advantage. Since it will be impossible to do so discreetly once we get to the health club, I have decided to put them through their warm-up exercises before we leave. Thus, I hope that you will not object to my I spending several minutes bringing them to the state of rigidity at which I hope they will remain throughout our visit to the club.''
I sensed that Mei-Lien would have preferred not to be reminded how prominently her nipples were about to be displayed. Even when they wore their collars, their presence under her normal clothes had been apparent but vague. Under her leotard, every detail of their shape and recently acquired robustness would be available for inspection, and that fact would inevitably encourage inspection of the rest of her scantily covered body. Thus, as, under to my supervision, her nipples grew in length and bulk, I could feel a frisson of excitement tinged by anxiety course through her half clad frame.
When her nipples had attained their maximum size and stood out more than half an inch beyond her aereolae, I pulled Mei-Lien's leotard back up over her chest and refastened its straps in a bow between her shoulder. At the sight of her own distended nipples in the mirror, she exclaimed,
''I am beginning to resemble one of those dolls which primitive people believe will promote fertility. My nipples have become veritable teats waiting to be milked. It is exciting to know that ones body will awaken primordial instincts in others, but it is scary to contemplate the consequences.''
In an attempt to quell her fears but not her excitement, I replied,
''I agree that the sight of your body is likely to raise a few eyebrows, not to mention other parts, of its viewers, but I assure you that, until we return home, you have nothing to fear from the consequences. I adore the incongruous blend of innocence and potent fecundity which your diminutive but powerful body exudes. You are right that you have become a fertility symbol, but your major concern should be that you remain a symbol and not a victim of fertility.''
My admiration and light tone seemed to allay some of Mei-Lien's fears. With a smile on her face, she retrieved her coat, and, obviously wishing to preserve her modesty for as long as she could, buttoned it from top to bottom. Not a word was exchanged between us during our walk to the health club. Mei-Lien was struggling with her own conflicting emotions, and I was content to let deal with them on her own.
I was relieved to find that her mood had brightened by the time that we reached our destination. Once inside, it was clear that she was familiar with the routine. Without hesitation, Mei-Lien approached the front desk and signed us in. Handing me a towel, she escorted me to the door of the men's locker room and headed for the women's. Because she only had to remove her coat to be ready, Mei-Lien was waiting for me when I emerged. She was already the object of admiring stares, and she was anxious to have me as a buffer between her and her admirers.
''How should we proceed from here? Knowing that it is the point of this experiment, I have been standing here with my arms at my sides so that there will be nothing between me and the eyes which have been glued to my front. I will not deny that I am sexually excited by the attention which I have attracted, but it has taken all my will power to not retreat back into the locker room. In the hope that I will be less self-conscious when I am a moving target, I suggest that we begin by following the standard circuit, progressing from one machine to the next.''