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Polly and Phil (Tights and Lycra Fetish)

Date: 2/7/2016, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: leotardlust, Rating: , Source: xHamster

I’m writing this still in my black shimmery layered tights over opaque ivory shimmer tights, and my bum hugging tight gold mini skirt. I’ve just seen Phil off at the airport and left him with some photos, vids and no doubt some amazing, sensual memories of our time together and everything we did and said. I met Phil by chance. He came to Milan for a business conference, where I lived. At the train station, he could see me struggling to adjust the seat of my bicycle, no doubt catching a good look at my arse as the light hit the skintight blue lycra fabric, revealing a liquid sheen. He helped me with my saddle and was surprised that I could speak English. I told him I lived here with my partner and we talked. He asked me if I could show him to his hotel because he was a bit lost. I smiled and said I could take him there. While I led him I couldn't escape the impression that his eyes were burning into my arse as it swished and tightly creased the tight material. I didn’t mind so much. When we reached his hotel he thanked me and I said that if he had time I could take him on a little tour of the centre. We exchanged numbers and I smiled as I mounted my bike, yet again feeling the tight blue Lycra straining against my arse. Ooh how I love Lycra! ‘What’s your name?’ I asked. ‘I’m Phil.’ I told him my name. The day after Phil called me and we met at the station. He had a couple of days off and had some time to explore. I think he looked a bit disappointed that I wasn’t wearing ... Lycra but it didn’t matter as I had a shopping trip planned. As we spoke the attraction, the looks in our eyes and the smile on my face made it obvious that we wanted something more. He complained that his hotel was noisy so I suggested that he could stay at mine if his company were paying for his fees. ‘Are you sure about that? You don’t even know me! And you’re partner…?’ ‘Oh we’ll get to know each other,’ I smiled sweetly. ‘My partner will be away all week. I’m bored shitless all night!’ But inside all I wanted to do was to sit on his face and grind my arse on his nose and mouth through layers of tights and lycra, clean or smelly. Phil asked me what I did. ‘Oh a bit of everything. I love horse riding, cycling and modern dancing. I’m not much good at any of them but the costumes are hot!’ We laughed. ‘Speaking of which,’ I said. ‘I have to get a few things.’ We ended up in a dancewear shop where I bought a new black unitard and a blue lycra leotard, then a department store where I bought about five packets of tights, ultra shimmer/gloss, in black, gold, honey, etc. ‘Is all this stuff for you?’ Phil asked. ‘Not unless you fancy trying a pair.’ He blushed a little. ‘My partner can’t get enough of me in tights and lycra and who am I to argue? It feels great!’ I exclaim ‘Well I’m open-minded actually,’ Phil replied. ‘Really? That’s good to know. The sexual tension in the air was fucking electric. When we got in, (after I got changed into my black padded at the butt, cycling shorts, ...