This is the second story I wrote with Karen as the main character. I thought I had cover most of the fun aspects of wearing tight jeans in the first story, so I tried to make a fantasy of this one, and put it in the futur, giving space technology and alien technologies a boost and a lean toward an oh so good fetish.
It was originally published when I had my own site (Tight Jeans Zone). It was never published completely, because of the lack of support. I had at the moment asked for insights as what should happen, giving choices. I never received even one response. Not one single suggestion. So I said to myself that it wasn't worth posting. But I just couldn't leave a story like that in the closet. So, here it is.
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The sound of the alarm clock awakened her. A simple look at
the clock, and the alarm stopped, a invisible beam of infrared
light being relfected by the retina, back to the clock, like a
flash from the camera that causes "red eyes", has send
the signal.
Karen stretched on her bed. That 2 hours nap had been deeply needed.
She has had a hard day, and she had decided to take her free time
this evening to have some fun. She got up, and had a brief look
at the window. She could see the brightly colored stars streaking
by, while the ship traveled at hyperspeed toward it's final destination:
Orion 3. Already 2 years had passed out of the 5 years journey
planned. The year was 2045.
She went to the dressing console, and gave a long thought as to
what she was going to wear.
She chose to go with the end of 20th century retro style, but
with a modern touch. That was the big trend at the moment. She
choose a light metallic blue, stretched, long sleeves shirt, with
attached gloves, a pair of awsomely tight denim jeans and 6 inches
heels white plateforms shoes. She pushed the final button, and
the garments appeared in the transparent box out of her right.
She put on the tight fitting shirt, then the jeans, that were
loose. As soon as she buckled the waist belt, the pants shrank
to their final size. She could feel the fabric tighten around
her waist, her butt and her hips and thighs. She rubbed her hand
along the side, feeling the tightness of the strong fabric. That
aroused her. She let out a slow sexy sigh. Then she went on to
put her shoes, and realized that she should have put them on before
tightening the jeans. She had a hard time bending down. But she
kept them that way. The struggle made her hot. "I just hope
I'll be able to hold myself" she thought.
She had a final look in the mirror. The stretch shirt enhanced
her well proportionned breast, and the jeans, combined with the
heels, made her look even thinner and taller. She brushed her
long curly light brown hairs which went down to the shoulder blades,
enhancing her green eyes. Regulation stated that she must have
them "restrained" while on duty, but it was off duty,
and she entended to let them loose.
A last look, a last turn in front of the mirror, and she was satisfied
with her look. She headed for the bar, 3 levels down. She turned
many heads on her way. She repressed smiling too hard at all the
men staring at her. She liked the impact she made. When she entered
the bar, quite a few heads turned too, mainly men. She was glad
she chose this look. Her regular job as a geologist, doesn't usually
draw any attention. She sat at ther bar. She felt her buns, confined
in the tight denim, bounced on the bar stool. She rested one of
her heeled foot to the step of the stool, and the other one to
the rest bar of the counter.
She ordered drink to the robot bartender, and began slowly sipping
it when a hansome man sat at the next stool.
"Hi" he said. He was rather good looking. 1,80m, 60Kg,
auburn hairs, blue-green eyes. He had short hairs, and was obviously
starting going bald on the front area.(Gee! That guy looks just
like me!!!)
She found him rather sexy. :-)
"Hi" she replied, with a large smile.
He took a good look at her outfit. "I like it" he said.
"Especially the pants. What are they?".
"It's a 1980's look. It's made on denim, a blend of cotton.
I read somewhere in a history book that the custom was to wear
it very tight. (Probably an history book that I WILL write!).
"Does it stretch?"
"No" she answered, "not this model. I find it more
arousing like that". She rubbed gently her gloved hand over
her thigh, feeling the little tickling that came with the contact.
She invited the man, with a smile, to do the same.
"Wow. Feels really tight. I like that. And the shoes too.
20th century too?"
"Yeah. They need to get used to, but with the tight jeans,
yeah I forgot, they call these pants jeans, they give a indescribable
feeling".
"I know I can feel it... I'm sorry. My name is Pete (No!
Really?)."
"I'm Karen. Nice to meet you. What's your job here?"
"I'm a computer technician. Right now, I don't have much
to do. My task will be to setup the computer system at the destination.
What are you doing?"
"I'm a geologist. Me neither I don't have much to do until
we arrive. If you don't have anyone else, mabe we can spend more
time together. There's still a long journey ahead."
"Yeah. That's a gread i...."
Honk! Honk! Honk! Honk!
"What's that" she asked, startled.
"That's the main alarm of the ship..." His phrase was
cut short by the alarming voice of the captain.
"This is the captain. We are under attack. Battle stations..."
Karen looked at Pete, afraid.
"Now what? I don't have any battle station. My directives
is to go to an escape pod and get ready to be launch."
"Yeah, me too" said Pete. "Lets go together".
At that same moment they feld the quick dizziness that came with
the ship coming out of hyperspace.
Everybody in the bar was freaking out, screaming and running
for the door. In the corridor, everybody was running, in every
direction. Pete took Karen by the hand and lead her. He started
running, but Karen dragged.
"I'm sorry Pete. I can't run dressed like that. Go on, I'll
try to catch you".
"No way. Just go as fast as you can."
Karen struggled, trying to keep her balance as best as she could
on her heels. The tight jeans made her legs stiff. All she could
do was hop in small steps. They were passed by many others, and
Karen was bumped on the wall a few times. She was looked upon
with grins, "accusing" her of slowing the escape. Finally,
after long minutes of struggle, they reached an escape pod. It
was meant for 2 persons. The thought behind this was that if there
was only a few pods with lots of people, the ennemy will make
many casualties by shooting them, and it would be easy to decimate
the population of the ship. On the other side, with many two people
pods, the ennemy would be overwhelmed by the number, and it would
be incapable of destroying as many.
Pete and Karen took one, got in their seat and buckled up, ready
to be launched. The launch, if needed, was automatic, either trigged
by the captain, or the computer, depending on the damage to the
ship.
By the small window, they could see the battle, raging outside.
They could also see a star system, a greenish planet nearby with
two moons. It wasn't Orion 3.
With part of the stress gone, Karen started to feel her attire again. The sweat make the stretch shirt stickier. She could feel the burn on her hips of the struggle she made for running, and her feet were aching from the same exercise. She had to sit straight in the pod's seat, and she felt the waist band of the jeans biting on her stomach, rendering breathing difficult. She closed her eyes, and tried to calm down, taking slow breath. When she opened her eyes again, Pete was staring at her.
"I defenitely hate this situation, but I sure love your
clothes".
On the smiled response Karen gave him, a red light on the pod
announced that the laungh was imminent. They were pinned down
on their seat, and ten seconds later, floating in the space, slowly
heading for the planet below.
