'Cycling' with Paul (Lycra) - Sex Stories

'Cycling' with Paul (Lycra)

Paul was a mature married man I once had an affair with. We mainly kissed passionately and frantically humped each other in our Lycra. I met him when I joined a local cycling club. He made me feel at home and gave me lots of advice and encouragement, mainly about cycling gear. On the first day we met, not only did he offer to upgrade my bike and fix it up, but he noticed the thin blue Lycra shorts I was wearing. He said that they looked good but without padding or thick material they would hurt my arse and wear down. He suggested that I wear proper cycling shorts as he had on. I commented that it looked as if he had a pantyliner on. He laughed. 'Actually they're comfortable and snug. You should get a pair.' 'But these were cheap,' I said, running my hand down my shiny thigh. ' I suppose you could wear a pantyliner down them, or get some of these,' he smiled. 'But I like these, I insisted. 'You could always wear them over the top of padded lycra shorts, help protect them.' 'Ok then, Paul,' I smiled. 'You can get a cheap but decent pair of proper Lycra shorts from Tescos, we could ride there now!' And so, we rode there, my eyes transfixed on his padded but snug, shiny blue lycra arse. It felt a bit naughty and arousing us both being in Tescos with all the shoppers, dressed as we were, looking through the cycling shorts, talking about how stretchy and strong the material was. I couldn't take my eyes of the padded panel in his shorts whenever he swayed his arse, or how they ...

... stretched when he bent over. I could feel his eyes burning into the blue sheen of my arse as well when I purposely bent down for some reason. Finally we picked a pair that I liked,a black tight pair with what looked like a huge padded panel section and he paid for them, I deicded I would get changed in the tiolets. I took his advice and pulled my blue lycra shorts over the top, making them look and feel tighter. When I met him out front, he beamed as I said 'Ooh these feel great!' 'They look great,' he said. 'So do yours,' I smiled. 'Thank you for everything, Paul, don't know what I would have done without you.' 'That's OK,' he said. 'I've enjoyed myself.' 'So have I. You'll have to take my cycling. I bet there's some lovely places you'd like to ride.' 'Would love to.' We got on our bikes and I lead the way to mine. he gave me his address and told me to meet him in the morning. Before I went in, I pretended to drop his slip of paper with his address and reached down to pick it up, giving him a right good view of my tight padded lycra bum. I looked at him over my shoulder and said 'ooh I'm so clumsy! Well...see you in the morning. Paul?' 'Yeah?' 'You know, these feel so snug, I might wear these all night!' Paul smiled and watched as I went in. As soon as I got in, I got on the sofa, opened my legs wide and rubbed myself off through my Lycra and thought of Paul's face. I got together with him the next day. We went cycling and ended up in the woods near my house. By a clearing there ...