Mysty's essential oil mishap. For MSMystique.

By PrimeSlimeTime. UMD.net 2019.

You are the quality control officer of a global cosmetics chain, your plant at one site suddenly breaking down during a crucial manufacturing process. They rush you to the site to investigate. Your essential oils blending tank has suffered a malfunction in the control systems. It has finished filling but the blending mechanism somehow locked or jammed and refusing to blend the mix at a critical point when as air is pumped into the mix to make it light and fluffy. They lower you into the tank in your best cre long pleated suit and science coat and hard hat to check the controls inside attempting to restore functionality. The lift does not stop slowly lowering you into the warm fragrant bubbling oily mixture.

Your silk pleated skirt, slip, jacket and science coat float up around you as you drop further into the mixture past your waist. The slimy feeling on your sheer stockings as it softly bubbles away crawling up your legs then soaks into your full satin vintage crotch less panty girdle excites you as your clothing slowly soaks up the slimy oily mixture, floating up and billowing on the surface as you slowly sink to your neck, the lift suddenly stopping as the power is switched off, leaving you hanging there, excited by the mixture bubbling up inside your clothing, teasing your skin, arousing you intensely. Your free hand begins to explore your oily clothing under the surface as it bubbles up around your neck and face, your slip, silk shirt & your long silk pleated skirt floating & billowing up in a large circle around you. The feeling of your full plastic knickers, slip and bra soaking in the warm bubbling oil under your floating suit pushes you over the edge as a powerful hands free orgasm slowly sweeps over your body from deep within making you tense up all over then shake and shiver without control. You carefully reach down and pull out the waistband of your slimy plastic pants, filling them up with the oily mixture, its hungry electric fingers all over your body as it bubbles away noisily as you quietly whisper "Oh fuck" to yourself over and over. You grab the lift line with both hands, lifting your legs up higher, your knees touching the surface, the bubbling sensation between your legs increasing your orgasms intensity, wishing your Lush 2 was in your pants, and taking a deep breath, you fully submerge yourself letting go of the lift line, then resurface gasping for air almost out of breath, your lungs near bursting point.

Your team is frantic, crowding around the top of the tank yelling out instructions for someone to get a safety line to pull you out lest you drown in the very deep tank. Someone throws you a safety buoy on a rope and you swim to it through the slippery bubbling mixture, your orgasm peaking as you grab the buoy then go under, a violent contraction between your legs cramping your movement, your body helplessly convulsing, causing you to sink. You feel the safety line pull taught as you are all but out of air, your head spinning from oxygen depravity, as you break the surface, gasping and spluttering for air half choking on the oily, slimy mixture, both your arms hanging onto the safety buoy for dear life, your body still shuddering as your shattering orgasm subsides, leaving you a soaking, oily, slimy heaving mess, your mouth, nose and ears filled with the essential oils, your plastic pants tearing as you are pulled out, unable to sustain the weight in them.

The walkway across the middle of the tank is quickly lowered with three other personnel, everyone frantic to get you out of the tank. They grab the line and pull you to the walkway, which is lowered into the oil, soaking the three other people who have gone in to get you out. You fall into the walkway trap into another girls arms, her body sinking down into the oil as she grabs hold of you, her skirt and shirt soaking up the oil giving you a full view of her red full bra and cleavage, sheer see through full red knickers under her open legsand stockings under her skirt through her oil soaked clothes as she shakes you calling out your name, hoping for a response. You reach out to her, grabbing her oily stocking clad leg, your arm between her legs and she clamps them together on your arm pulling on your clothes to keep your head above the oil until they can raise the walkway, pulling you all to safety. Her breasts are in your face visible through her oil soaked shirt, as she holds you up wiping the mess from your face and hair and all you can do is gaze at them, as you slowly recover from your near drowning orgasm experience.

Love this thought.. Enjoy xx