'Cycling' with Paul (Lycra) - Sex Stories

'Cycling' with Paul (Lycra)

... the sofa with his weight and dug, humped and poked my encased shithole till he pumped wave, after wave of spunk. He collapsed on me and then rolled over onto the floor where I joined him in his arms. 'Fuck,' he huffed. 'I've never felt so good in all my life!' 'Oh Paul, this is so natural, I'd love to be your girl, I'll wear and do anything for you.' 'I'd love to hump in leotards and tights next time,' he suggested. I lay on top of him and smiled. 'And we will. Not just next time but every time. In fact we could wear our leotards under our Lycra shorts, get us in the mood, and also the best thing about it is, you might be able to see the elastic from our pantylines' We smiled and kissed while he fondled my arse. I then climbed on his face so he could sniff, nuzzle and fondle my arse in my skintight doubled layered cycling shorts. Over the next few months if not couple of years we met often to hump and shag in leotards and tights. It was always an intense and enjoyable experience rubbing our hard cocks encased in leotards, with much determination. More often than not Paul would be on top, as he humped and ground me into the bed, the fabric of our skintight leotards stretching and rubbing against our hard cocks, panting and moaning together as I gripped his tight fat arse, my nyloned legs clampng his waist, often my high heels dangling until we came together. Very often I'd turn over so he could rub his encased cock and balls against my tight arse, but occasionally I would ...

... enjoy the thrill and naughtiness of me getting on top of him, and rubbing myself against his curvy arse in his leotard, pinning him down, with my arse and sheer glossy nyloned legs and high heels sticking out, as I smilingly shafted my married lover. We always recorded our sessions and would watch them after as I was curled up in his arms, or sitting on his lap, while he had his arms around my waist. Over time we incorperated wearing stocking masks into our sessions as we kissed and humped and eventually I dressed up fully as Polly, in skintight Lycra pencil skirts, full bottomed arse hugging tight knickers under thick glossy tights, my black or copper wig and tons of make up. So it was while Guy was away that I arranged to meet Paul. I slipped a tight lycra gold mini skirt over my glossy black tights and smelly red knickers, stepped into some really high sparkling silver heels, wore a black lycra vest, applied tons of make up, and topped it off with my black wig. Tonight was a special celebration. I poured two glasses of champagne, and stepped over to him were I perched my fuckable tight skirted ass with the VPL on his lap. Paul was wearing, as i requested, figure hugging knee length purple lycra shorts over cinnamon tights, with a very thick and large maxi pad shoved behind his balls. He told me that he had finally left his wife and had found a place of his own. 'To us,' he smiled as we clinked glasses. 'Wish I'd have been there when you told her,' I laughed. 'Oh yeah, just ...