"Early Beginnings"
Warning: This content is very Raunchy, Erotic (more than usual for this site) and contains strong language but is meant for good entertainment, a contribution by a new writer called "The Cat"...Enjoy!
Early Beginnings
by: The Cat
DEC 00
Christine laid on a couch in the spare bedroom in the back of the
house.
A tiny reading light the only illumination of her book. Her parents
were out on
another business trip and wouldn't be home for a week. Which was fine
with her.
It allowed her the freedom to do certain things that she otherwise felt
less
than totally comfortable doing around her parents.
She worked hard at finding any excuse what so ever to wear a pair of
sheer
lycra tights and a lycra leotard around the house, or pretty well
anywhere else
she needed to go. Her excuse being that it was simply easier to wear
them, now
during the summer months, than to be constantly changing back and forth
between regular clothes and her beloved and erotic lycra tights and
leotards.
She wore them most of the time. All summer long.
To help justify wearing them she enrolled in a gym and did aerobics
and
weight lifting, and took several classes at a local dance school. She
went out
daily to exercise or to class. Once sweaty she would shower and change
into
yet another pair of tights and a leotard.
But she relished days like these, when her parents were away, and
she was
free to do or wear more risque' outfits. Most notably, sheer lycra
tights with
a thong bottom leotard. Lycra of course. Then to go out she would
simply slip
on a pair of appropriately colored classic five inch high heels, which
made her
six feet tall, instead of her normal three and a half inch heel tap
shoes which
were actually easier to walk in. Just not as sexy. Or sometimes adding
to `the
look' with a pair of ankle warmers, or a vest, or just a loose metal
belt
sitting low on her lean but shapely hips. And occasionally a short
lycra wrap
skirt.
It was simple for her. During the summer and after school, just
wear lycra
and nothing else.
She always drew looks where ever she went. Even though she
considered
herself of rather average looks, with only an above average body. The
few boys
she had dated during the last year have all raved about her body. But
she
absolutely refused to have sex with any of the senior boys in her high
school.
She preferred much older men. Usually when she dated any of the boys
she
wears tights and a leotard with just a short lycra wrap skirt around her
middle.
That probably had some positive affect on their opinion of her and her
body,
even if she didn't spread her legs in the back seat for them. Although
she did,
if she felt the boy was special to her, get into some really heavy
petting.
Often ending when he came in his pants.
She finished the chapter in her book and turned off the book light.
It was
getting late and she had a nine am dance class. She stood and looked
out the
window through the darkness of the night. A stiff warm breeze blew the
drapes
along the edges of the windows. Her hands idoly caressing the lycra
covering
her young womanly body, getting a good arousal started. She stretched
her arms
up over her head. First one side, then the other. Working the kinks
out.
Finishing, she glanced out her window just as the light in a neighbor's
window
went out. Not next door. That house was vacant and hadn't been sold
yet, but
someone came every two weeks to take care of the lawn. No, it was Ben's
house
on the other side of that house. She froze and waited out of curiosity,
to see
if she could see anything in his yard, just for a few minutes, before
she went
to bed.
She and Ben had grown up to together. His parents, like hers, often
went
on long business trips. He was quiet but not shy. Still, she decided,
there
was something different about him. He was seventeen to her sixteen.
She
admired his nice build. Better than average. Nicely muscular.
She watched as a figure moved farther into Ben's backyard and
entered her
field of view from around the vacant house next door. It was very dark
out. No
other house lights were on nearby. It looked like Ben, she thought, but
there
was something odd. She couldn't see any clothes on him. He didn't look
naked,
it's just that she couldn't see any layer of clothes on him. It was
really
dark, but it just didn't look right.
She decided she needed a closer look. Hurrying to the front of her
house
she quietly opened and closed the front door. Her heels clicked lightly
on the
concrete. She should have switched back to her lower heels for this,
she
realized. It would make it easier to walk on the less than perfectly
flat
lawn. No matter. She felt her heart racing with the excitement. She
passed
between her house and the vacant house next door and carefully opened
the gate
into the backyard next to her's. She flattened herself against the dark
red
brick of the house and inched closer to what had to be Ben, standing in
the
middle of his yard. Luckily he was facing away from her. Once she got
closer
to the far side of the yard she crouched behind a large shrub. Suddenly
hoping
that her outfit, blue tights and a green leotard with long sleeves,
couldn't be
seen through the large bush she hid behind. Hopefully it was too dark
out.
She could now get a good look at Ben. It was definitely him. He
had on a
full red lycra catsuit with turtleneck and longsleeves. Short black
boots on
his feet. She stared at him. His body was even better than she had
realized it
was. At least from the back side.
Then she realized what he was doing. Stroking his cock. She was
fascinated. She had never seen a guy masturbate before. And certainly
not
while wearing her favorite skin tight lycra! Although she had seen one
of the
gay guys in her dance class stroke another guy in tights when they
thought no
one else was watching. She was fairly sure Ben was only interested in
girls.
Christine wondered what she should do. Should she step out and say hi
as if
nothing was amiss? Probably not the best course of action. A more
suttle
approach was needed. She needed to somehow let him know she liked
seeing him in
lycra, but not scare him, and not make him angry thinking he had been
watched.
So for now, she continued to watch.
Ben stopped stroking his shaft and relaxed. Wanting to stay erect
for as
long as possible. It was sexually exciting wearing lycra. And a real
rush
wearing it out side like this, even if it was at night when, hopefully,
no one
could see him. But even the thought of a neighbor catching a glimpse
was
exciting. He thought of the women he had dated recently and wished at
least
one of them was into lycra as much as he was. He began stroking his
tool again.
His mind imagining a woman with her legs spread in front of his hips.
She also
wearing lycra. His shaft moving in and out of her juicy pussy through a
hole in
the crouch. His rigid equipment protruding out a hole in his crouch.
His hand
moved back and forth along his shaft.
Christine watched as Ben relaxed and moved into a different area of
the yard
and she could now see his front better. And what a front it was, she
thought!
She had only made love twice and imagined all guys to be about the same
width
and length. Until now. He was as long and thick. He mouth dropped
open. Just
then Ben came. A single long whitish string of cum shot out of his cock
and
went a foot in the air. More oozed out, landing on the ground at his
feet, as
she watched him stroke his softening dick. He let go, took a deep
breath and
just stood there for a few minutes. His limp dick hung against his
balls
between his muscular thighs.
Finally Ben turned and walked back into his house and closed the
door. The
lights remained off.
Christine stood behind the bush. Her mind racing. What to do. How
should
she let him know she wanted him, in lycra. She thought on this as she
walked
back to her house where she finally peeled herself out of her sexy lycra
and
climbed into bed naked.
The next morning, before the alarm came on, and while still in a
semi
conscious dream state she came up with just the right solution. At
least one
that she thought might work.
That day, she remembered Ben liked to read comic books. Or at least
he used
to. She thought he probably still did given what he wore last night.
They used
to sit for hours during the summer months and read them sitting in a
tree house
in his yard. She smiled at the thought. The tree house was still in
his yard.
Unused now for several years. Probably unsafe to climb in, she thought,
oh
well.
After her dance class she hurried over to a fabric store, then home
to
shower and change. Debating what she should wear and the colors. She
started
sewing a long cape.
If Ben still liked comic book superheros she could certainly make one
for him,
especially if he loved lycra as much as she did.
Christine couldn't sew very well and she made several false starts,
but
finally she finished a long full cape. It was metallic silver lame',
and hung
very limply from her shoulders. And it wasn't too heavy a fabric, so a
light
breeze would easily blow it around. It was a pie shaped cape, with a
hole near
the center point for her head and neck to go through. It was a half
circle
gathered to form a quarter circle with added sections added to make it
fuller
across the bottom edge, which was about six inches off the ground. The
center
point would snap to her leotard below her breasts and along the shoulder
seam to
hold it's shape. A red lycra long sleeve leotard with a thong bottom
and
turtleneck made a nice contrasting color to the silver lame'. The thong
bottom
was pulled tightly between her round cheeks and the leg openings came
higher
that her waste. Then to show off her legs, that all the boys said were
so
great, she tried something different. Borrowing a pair of her mother's
seamless
Wolford pantyhose in pale pink, she discovered the nylon was a new and
wonderful
sensation rubbing against her shaven pussy. Unlike the cotton crouches
and
seams which were visible under tight leotards. Finally a pair of plain
red
stiletto heeled pumps.
She was ready. Now all she had to do was wait to see if Ben came
out
tonight. She removed the cape and relaxed on the couch with her book.
Finding
it hard to read. She was excited and nervous about doing this. She had
never
even thought about doing something like this before. Then again she
hadn't
realized Ben was into lycra either! Her heart was racing but finally
beginning
to return to normal.
Several hours went by and as the time grew closer Christine decided
to put
on her cape and wait in the yard between their houses for Ben to come
out.
Assuming he came out tonight. She had no idea when Ben's parents would
be home
from their trip which she was sure would halt his activities.
She stepped out the back door this time, into her backyard, careful
to
close the door quietly. The moon was still bright in a cloudless sky.
Warm
summer winds blew small branches about, along with her cape. She was
quite
pleased with the way it moved behind her.
If Ben was punctual, like most males, she had about thirty minutes
until
he came out. Knowing he couldn't see half of her yard she roamed around
enjoying the feel of her cape and the wind. The moonlight reflected and
shimmered along the folds of the metallic silver material. Her leotard
must
appear bright red against the silver. Christine felt ecstatic. Her
heart
racing again but not as much as before, her excitement was high.
After what she judged to be about fifteen minutes she wondered
slowly over
to the gate and stepped out of her yard and into the next yard.
Thankful the
house was vacant. Taking a gamble that his parents weren't home yet she
then
went into Ben's yard and stood out in the back with her hands on her
hips, in
superhero fashion, and waited for him to come out. The winds tugged her
cape
around her form, blowing against her back.
Ben couldn't resist going out again the second night, and as far as
he was
concerned every night for the next week. Again he lounged in a hot bath
with
some oil, then made sure all his body hair was completely removed.
Finally
stepping out and drying off. Ben relaxed for a while with some rented
videos of
erotic triple X superheros having all kinds of adventures. He stroked
his
massive cock during each movie, cumming each time, pumping a load of
sperm into
a bath towel. Each time he jacked off during a movie it took him longer
and
longer to cum.
He figured he could hide a few costume pieces from his parents since
he was
going to college in just a few months. So he went out a bought a few
things he
wanted to take to college with him. Maybe wearing a superhero costume
at
Halloween and science fiction parties. Or science fiction and fantasy
conventions. Maybe.
After drying his short blonde hair he went into his bedroom. His
costume
laying on is bed. Picking up a full white catsuit with a turtleneck he
stepped
into it and zipped up the back. His long thick shaft and balls hung out
a split
in the crouch seam. Then wrapping a full circle black cloak around his
neck and
snapped it in place. Again putting on his black ankle boots he turned
off the
lights for a few minutes to give his eyes time to adjust to the
darkness.
Without thinking that anyone could possibly be out in his own
backyard,
without looking first, he opened the back door and stepped out. Closing
the
door carefully behind him.
Ben turned and froze and his heart raced. His first instinct was to
turn
and go back inside, but he recognized the person standing towards the
back of
the yard. Wearing a beautiful superhero costume, and in lycra too!
It was his longtime and childhood neighbor Christine!
Neither moved for several long seconds. Finally Ben decided she was
still
his closest friend, so he gathered the front edges of his cloak together
to hide
is manhood hanging out and tried to casually walk over to her like
nothing was
different or amiss.
Christine smiled as she watched him knowing this is what she had
wanted for
a long time. She just didn't know it. She relaxed her arms and moved
towards
him. What she could see of his muscular body seemed to light up from
the
moonlight hitting the glossy white lycra of his catsuit. She thought he
looked
really sexy and masculine in his costume.
They faced each other in the middle of the yard. An aquward silence
fell
over them. Neither really knowing what to say.
"I, um... I really love skin tight lycra."
This helped ease Ben's thoughts on why she was out here dressed like
she
was. "But why are you out here?" He asked softly. His breathing and
heart
rate just beginning to return to normal.
"Well, I was just getting ready to go to bed last night when I saw
your
light go out and a minute later you came out in that beautiful red lycra
catsuit. I have to admit Ben, you looked fantastic in it!" Then
softly, her
head bashfully looking down. "Really sexy."
For the first time Ben actually looked at her body, and what she had
on. He
never realized she was so good looking with such a fantastic body. Hard
nipples
poking through the thin red fabric stretched tightly over them. The way
her
long shapely legs and hips, well up past her waist, looked as if they
were spray
painted with a thin coat of pink nylon. Ben felt his manhood stiffen.
Her
waist narrow and flat. Breasts full and round. The way her cape was
blowing
around her body by the warm summer winds. All very stimulating.
Looking up, there eyes locked. Christine's hands slowly reached out
for the
edges of Ben's cloak. He was too nervous to move. Taking hold of the
edges
just above his hands, Ben let go of the cloak, eyes still locked with
her's, she
slowly opened the cloak and stepped forward enough for her nipples to
rub
against his chest. Nose to nose. Eye's locked. She slipped her hands
up the
edges of his cloak, a thin black shiny fabric, and gripping the edges
below his
chest. She pulled them back over his broad muscular shoulders.
Revealing his
beautiful seventeen year old muscular body covered with a coat of glossy
white
lycra! Not daring to look down at his stiff cock.
Feeling that familiar erotic lycra tingle begin deep in her hips,
Christine
was suddenly aware of Ben's cock pressing up between her thighs.
Against her
womanhood. A slight rubbing of the lycra covering her crouch as Ben
breathed. Wanting to tell him everything. How she loved lycra and
wanted to
make love to him while wearing it the instant she saw him last night.
Wanted to
feel him inside her. His thick shaft pulsing and throbbing as it moved
in and
out between her thighs. Finally shooting his seed into her womb.
Christine snapped back to the here and now as she felt Ben's hands
touch the
sides of her hips. His touch was like electricity through her skin.
The nylon
a different erotic sensation against her skin and swollen excited
womanhood.
Ben felt her hands lightly touch his abdomen. Finger tips caressing
and
laying along the surface of his body. Slowly feeling their way up his
chest.
Sliding over budging muscles sheathed in a layer of lycra. A trail of
stimulation being left in their wake. His shaft stiffing even more as
he felt
it rub up against Christine's pussy. Her eyes half close with erotic
delight as
his hands continued to feel up her sides and around her back. Under her
cape.
Fingers slipping around her hard round cheeks. Exploring the deep
valley
between them. One hand cupped her thigh and gently pulled it up. She
wrapped
it around his muscular thigh. Aware of her breathing becoming more
ragged with
each passing second of his touch.
Slowly leaning forward his lips touched hers. A light tender kiss
that
continued for several minutes as each pulled the other tightly against
themselves. Her arms over his shoulders hugging his neck. His around
her waist
and hips. Caressing and messaging. Lycra against lycra. Rubbing,
pressing,
warm bodies squirming with an electric sensation passing between them.
Soft low
moans of sexual delight and pending ecstasy, mixed with heavy breathing
and
panting as passions increased.
Both suddenly pulled apart. Breathing heavily, sexual tensions
high.
"Oh God, Ben. I want you. I've wanted you from the second I saw
you last
night." She panted softly from their passionate lovers kisses.
"I had no idea you loved lycra as much as I did. If I had we would
have
done this years ago."
Christine moaned with the stimulating erotic thought of her at, say
thirteen, making love to him while wearing their beloved lycra.
Ben look down at her body. The red leotard standing out against the
silver
lame' cape. Her legs... Those fantastic legs...
"But I don't want to ruin your leotard or pantyhose by putting a
hole in
them."
She smiled. "I have an idea. Assuming you can wait another night
to
consummate our love of lycra."
He smiled. "I might be able to hold on for another twenty four
hours.
Maybe."
"Let me come up with something to wear for tomorrow night."
"I can wait. Let's meet in the yard between our houses at this time
tomorrow."
"Agreed."
Both just stood and looked at each other for a long while. Holding
hands.
"I don't want to go."
Christine confessed.
"Me either. But I'd love to watch you walk back to your yard. The
moonlight on your cape really highlights your body. You look fantastic,
Christine."
"Only fantastic?"
"How much more fantastic can a goddess in lycra get?"
Christine felt like the most beautiful woman in the world as she
backed away
towards the gate. There hands separating. Ben waved and waited as she
turned
and moved with a sexual suggestiveness, back to her house.
As her door closed Ben stroked his long thick cock. And with in
seconds a
thick bullet of cum shot from his head. Landing on the grass three feet
away.
Orgasmic spasms making his body quiver. His cape being pulled back by
the warm
summer winds. Ben stood there for a long while coming up with a plan
for
tomorrow night.
When he did finally go in, he couldn't get Christine out of his
mind. And
lay awake for a long time before falling asleep.
Christine stepped in her house and rubbed her crouch. Her orgasm
exploded
from deep in her hips. Her back arched and she gasped with it's
intensity. Her
whole body quivered as a wave of orgasmic pleasure passed through her.
A slight sheen of sweat formed on her brow. She pulled off the cape
and
kicked off her shoes and crawled into bed. Asleep within seconds.
The next day Christine thought for hours about what to wear before
finally
deciding on, what she thought, was a great idea for a costume to make
love in.
She showered, put on a silvery/gray lycra tank top leotard with a thong
bottom,
over sheer black lcyra tights with black pumps. She grabbed her purse
and
hurried to the mall. Then to the gym to for a late aerobics class.
Ben woke up late but felt energized and put on a pair of blue lycra
tights
and a white cotton tank top and headed for the gym to lift.
After returning home Christine took a long hot oil bath. Relaxing,
or
trying to, thinking about Ben and how they would share their love of
lycra with
each other when they made love tonight. She sipped a glass of wine to
help her
relax.
Finally getting out of the comfortable warmth of the bath, she dried
off and
set to work sewing her new costume. It didn't take long before she was
finished
having bought most of the pieces. With only a two short hours to go
before they
would meet she decided to put it on and enjoy the sensations of the
silky lycra
against her smooth skin. A lusciously sensuous feeling.
First she slipped on the bright blue lycra catsuit. It was a sheer
glossy
fabric with only a tiny short zipper down the back. Covered from toes
to wrist
to high up her neck. A short narrow slit ran from just in front of, to
just
behind her clit. She pulled up a pair of shiny red lycra thong briefs
with a
bright yellow elastic belt sewn to the waist. Next, a pair of red
stiletto
heeled pumps with a wide ankle strap. Bright red lycra gloves covered
her hands
and forearms. Then a long red chiffon `Superman style' cape attached
across the
shoulders and hung to mid calf. The slightest movement made the sheer
materiel
move around her sexy lycra covered body.
She checked herself out in the mirror, turning this way and that.
Feeling
the fabric as it covered her skin so tightly and yet to sensually. The
anticipation was getting her really excited. Thinking about Ben and
feeling his
rigid manhood throbbing deep in her hips.
She turned off the lights and moved over to the window. The weather
had
cooled slightly, down to seventy degrees, and the wind had picked up.
Whipping
trees and shrubs back and forth. The winds howled as the whipped
through the
pine trees which sent delicious shivers up her spine. She stood for a
long
while just watching, then deciding she should be out in it, enjoying the
feel of
the wind buffeting her body, while she waited.
Ben glanced at the clock for the zillionth time and decided it was
close
enough, and that he should get ready.
Stripping his hairless body of clothes he pulled on his white lycra
catsuit
and instead of his black boots he put on a pair of metallic silver boots
he had
just bought along with metallic silver lycra trunks with high cut legs.
Similar
to what cheerleaders wear. His firming erection was cupped beautifully
in the
silky lycra of the trunks. Then he through on the black cloak and went
outside.
Strong winds were whipping around the houses and causing large
branches to
sway back and forth. It grabbed his cloak and pulled it far to one
side. The
winds felt good. A few clouds blew quickly over head. The moon even
brighter
than last night, and in another week or so would be full.
He saw Christine standing in her backyard. The cape of her
fantastic
costume flowing back from her shoulders as she faced the winds. Legs
apart and
hands on hips. In true superhero fashion, Ben thought. How very
erotic.
Her back was to him and he decided to try and surprise her. Quietly
moving
from his yard into the next yard, then through that yard and into hers.
Creeping up behind her.
He hurried up behind her and grabbed Christine around the waist.
She gave a
short scream and Ben let go. She spun around and through her arms
around his
neck pressing her warm sexy body firmly against his budging muscles.
Lycra
rubbed lycra and that sensual electric tingle ran between them where
they
touched. Ben moaned low and deep as Christine pressed her lycra covered
hips
hard against his. Grinding lycra pussy against rigid lycra cock. Lips
pressing
in frantic wild open mouthed kissing. Between moans were the pleasant
sounds of
heavy breathing. Both now solely focused on each other and a sexual
desire
previously only a dream.
After several minutes of driving each other near a sexual frenzy
they
separated. Hearts racing with more heavy breathing as they stared into
each
other's eyes. Her cape wrapped around both of them as his cloak flew
out behind
them.
"I've been waiting for you, my love." Her tone was that of a
lover. Tender
and sensuous.
"Since last night." He replied.
Both knowing that once they made love they wouldn't be able to go
back to
`just being friends'.
"I have a little suprise."
Each put their arms around the other and Ben lead her into the
backyard
between their two houses. Stopping at the back door to the now vacant
house.
She looked questioningly at Ben, but he smiled warmly and picked a
rock up
near the steps. One of many in a group. It was hollow and a key was
hidden
inside. Ben unlocked the back door and opened it.
Christine smiled a knowing smile and entered a short hallway. Ben
closed
the door and she followed him into the first room to the right. Once
the master
bedroom. A thick beige carpet covered the floor. Ben opened the two
large
windows facing the backyard. A warm wind whipped through the room
blowing their
capes around.
"Last chance, Christine. No going back after this."
"Oh Ben, I want this more than anything! I want to feel you inside
me...!"
And she through herself at him, resuming where they left off
outside.
Ben's arms around her waist. She felt his strong hands caressing her
lycra
covered hips and back under her cape, feeling that luscious body of
hers. Her
arms over his broad shoulders invited him to explore her body. To
explore every
inch of her sensitive lycra skin. She could feel her passion rise.
Could feel
his passion grow to new lengths under his tight silver trunks. She
resumed
grinding her tight hips against his long thick cock. Heard his soft low
moans.
She knew she was getting to him in a good way. Yes, she thought, a very
good
way, smiling to herself.
Their kissing quickly returning to it's frantic wild state. Both
standing
in the center of the room as there capes blew around them in the white
painted
room.
Christine lifted her leg and let snake around his. Making it caress
up and
down his muscular thigh. Rewarded with more deep animalistic moans from
deep in
Ben's throat. Her breathing and softer high pitched moans matching his
deeper
ones. Her's now starting to sound more like true sexual moaning and
gasping.
Realization of what she had been missing in sex for these past few years
made
her even more wanting of Ben's cock inside her lcyra covered hips.
Pushing herself back to arms length, both stood panting from there
sexual
desires.
Slowly kneeling she ran her fingernails down his chest. Ever so
slowly.
Ben's head leaned back. More animalistic moans. This one actually
sounded more
like a growl. Her hands finally reaching the waist band of his tight
silver
trunks as she knelt. Hands caressing over his large muscular thighs as
her eyes
devoured his cock. She had no idea how long it was. Ten, twelve
inches? And
at least as round as a toilet paper tube. At least that thick. It
curved off
to the right. The head nearly at the waist band. Her hands trembled as
she
began to inch his trunks down. First pulling the front out and down
revealing
his head and several massive inches. Then fondling her way around the
back of
his tight round cheeks she pulled the waist band down over his cheeks.
Then
back around to pull the front all the way down below his sac. He was
completely
hairless and his skin silky smooth. His manhood stood straight out like
someone
pointing a gun at her face. She smiled at the imagery and lightly
kissed the
end of his cock head. Inching his trunks all the way down to his feet.
Feeling
as though she was bowing before a lycra god. It felt so very right.
Ben
stepped out of his trunks and let his fingers caress through her hair.
Christine tossed the now unneeded trunks to one side and focused on the
most
beautiful and largest cock she had ever imagined!
Ben pulled her up to him.
"My turn." He whispered.
Eyes focusing on her breasts as his fingers lightly circled her
nipples.
Brown and rock hard they poked at the sheer silky lycra covering them.
Christine sucked air between her teeth as her arms rested lightly over
his
shoulders. Ben also knelt slowly letting his hands cup and fondle her
round
firm orbs. Then snaking down her front and around her back to caress
her round
tight cheeks and thighs. Running his hands back up the front of her
legs
letting a finger lightly pass over her clit. A wet spot had already
formed in
her crouch. She quivered with delight and wondered how much more she
could take
before he had her. Her only regret was that she wasn't a virgin. Just
for him.
Following her lead Ben pulled the front of her trunks down half way then
pulled
the back thong out from between her cheeks. Finally pulling the front
down and
sliding it down her legs. After she stepped out he tossed it to the
side.
He had never seen a completely hairless pussy before. Never
imagined a
woman would shave it bare. But, he thought, why should it be any
different from
the rest of her body encased in lycra. Wanting to feel that tight
stretchy
silkiness become a second skin. Her lips were swollen and wet and
obviously
sexually excited. He stood again.
They resumed there kissing and fondling with a passion. Lycra
bodies
rubbing and caressing. Sexual feelings nearing there limit. Christine
realized
she had reached a sexual plateau. Kneeling, she pulled Ben down with
her. Then
she leaned back onto the plush carpet. She raised her arms over her
head in a
sexy pose. An inviting pose.
Ben ran his hands up her shins and separated her knees. She wasted
no time
and wrapped her legs around his waist. Pulling him to her. Then took
the head
of his cock and placed it between her hot wet lips. It felt hot as he
worked it
into her cunt with a twisting motion, moving in short thrusts back and
forth, as
far as he could. Several inches at the base were left uncovered. Ben's
balls
hung free. Christine felt Ben's massive head press against the end of
her
vagina. Felt the thickness of his tool fill her womanhood to it's max.
It felt
like a hot poker in hips. And it felt so good! She squirmed with
delight. Her
hands caressed his body. Just as much as she could feel.
Ben lay on her as they kissed. His hands propping his lycra covered
body up
to lightly rub against her's. Like two snakes in heat.
His black cloak draped over both of them like a bed sheet.
Christine jerked
the neck open and pulled Ben's cloak to one side. It slid over his body
with an
electric sensation.
With long slow movements of his hips Ben began pulling his shaft out
of her
love tunnel until little more than his cock head was left inside her.
Then
gently and slowly slammed it back into her wet pussy. Feeling his head
bump
into the end of her hot cunt. Balls swinging and bumping into her
cheeks just
below her clit adding to his sensation.
Soft moans of ecstasy filled the room even over the winds. One deep
and
animal like. The other softer higher and very feminine. Her soft
feminine
grunts sounded from deep in her being with each tender thrust of his
massive
manhood. Filling her life with his. Thrust after thrust after thrust.
Time
stood still and raced forward at the same time as both focused solely on
the
other and their impending climaxes. Christine tightened her pelvic
muscles as
Ben pulled out creating unreal suction on his cock. He thrust his shaft
back
into her harder and faster. Her soft grunting becoming a moan which
became
louder with each thrust. Her body squirmed under his. More lycra
rubbing
electric lycra. Thrusting faster and harder. No words needed to be
spoken.
Balls now slapping against her lycra covered anus with each quickening
thrust.
"Oh god! Ben! Please cum now!" She cried.
A burning tingling sensation beginning deep in her hips.
Christine's body
arched. Her legs clamped down around Ben's waist. Pointed heels
digging into
his cheeks.
Thrusting his hips quickly in and out of her wet pink cunt. Speed
increasing. That orgasmic feeling begins. Balls tighten up. Ben
pumped her
pussy harder than he realized. Christine grunted loudly as her body
squirmed
under his. She froze as her climax picked. Ben started to cum. With
each
thrust a thick whitish rope of sperm shot from his round head.
Christine felt his cock throb and pulse with life. Ropes of man cum
shooting into her womb. Juices mixed and squirted out around the sides
of
Ben's shaft with each thrust of his cock. She felt each of those bursts
of cum
shoot from his head. Hitting the end of her lovetunnel. She counted
three
bursts of cum shoot from his cock before she collapsed. Her orgasmic
energies
spent. She lay panting.
Ben's back arched holding his shaft in her as he pumped the last of
his seed
into her womb. And collapsed onto his elbows. His head hung next to
her's,
resting on the carpet. Panting heavily.
Outside being buffeted by the strong summer winds stands a lone
figure. A
woman dressed in a zentai style shinny black lycra catsuit. Two small
shaped
holes over her eyes the only openings. A full figured, but otherwise
average
looking woman of forty two, standing five and a half feet tall. Flat
belly and
narrow waist. Firm round melons seem to float in front of her chest.
Her
normally long glossy straight black hair would hang past her waist,
tonight it's
tucked under skin tight lycra. Watching Ben and Christine make young
love she
ducks down below the window ledge and silently returns to her home where
she
waits patiently for her chance.
The massiveness of Ben's shaft in her hips, between her luscious
thighs,
began shrinking and within only a few minutes slipped out. Despite both
of
their efforts to the contrary.
He rolled off and onto to his side next to Christine and up on one
elbow.
Christine stretched her arms over her head and in the process, struck a
sexy
pose for Ben. She felt his hand resting warmly on her firm belly,
lightly
caressing. A tinge of sorrow crossed her mind as she realized he would
be going
off to college very soon. They would have only the nights to meet and
few of
those before her left. All too soon.
She rolled on her side and looked him in the eyes. Through her leg
over his
hips and began kissing him tenderly. Teasingly and playfully, lightly
yet
passionately. Hyper aware of her nipples rubbing against his broad
muscular
chest. The extra added sexual stimulant of lycra rubbing lycra over a
sensitive
area.
Laying on the floor tenderly kissing and caressing as the winds
continued to
whip through the open windows.
Finally and silently they pulled apart and stood. Turning away as
they
shyly pulled on their trunks. Covering their openly lustful hormone and
lycra
driven sexual adventures in the dead of night.
Turning back to face each other, they through themselves together in
more
wild and passionate kissing and fondling for long minutes.
Again they pulled apart. More heavy breathing as they looked into
each
others eyes. This time they held hands. They had accomplished their
goal.
There friendship was now gone as two young lovers enjoy their lycra
fetish.
Closing the windows they moved silently out of the house. The key
replaced.
All as if nothing had happened or changed. They stood in the yard.
Winds
pulling superhero capes to one side.
Ben hugged her tightly. Warm young bodies pressed together. "I'll
leave a
note taped to your bedroom window about where and when we can meet
next." He
whispered in her ear.
"I'll look forward to it."
Ben watched as she walked slowly back to her house. At the door she
turned
and waved, then disappeared inside. The house lights remained off.
Ben thought he had some idea of what it felt like to actually be
superman,
as he returned to his own home.
That Sunday Ben's parents returned from their business trip. Ben
and
Christine's nightly rendezvous stopped. But they were instantly
replaced by
them going out on an almost nightly date.
She in heels, lycra tights and a leotard covered sometimes by a
short skirt.
Him in the same under his jeans and dress shirt. In constant search of
a dark
secluded spot usually on the edge of town, or in a parking lot. Each
hopping in
the back of his parents van and further exploring their love of lycra
and each
other.
Then just two weeks after that Ben went off to college. It would be
a long
wait for him to return for the holidays so they could resume their lycra
lovemaking. Her senior year of high school wouldn't start for another
week.
Christine spent her time exercising and all but living in lycra.