The joy of spandex

Exercise is a great excuse to wear revealing clothes.
I get a special kind of tingling when I wear something that is thin, tight and shows lots of skin, especially on a hot summer day.

I can feel the men staring at my tanned legs and wanting my ass when it jiggles past.

They know of course that I'm not wearing anything else. It's just that thin, thin layer of spandex, almost see-through it's so thin and shiny...nothing else between their hot hard cock and entering me...and every one of them is running a different version in their head of a movie starring themselves, fucking me right here, right now.

Of course, because you're a man you'll be fantasizing about the next cute thing that comes by with her LuLu's up her crack, so your interest in me is fleeting, but for those few seconds as I jiggle past, I'm yours...I can feel you grabbing me, stripping me, fucking me hard.

Spandex doesn't just make men horny on a hot day! My little "star" onepiece running outfit makes me moist every time I wear it. It turns me on, fingers me, caresses my ass, teases me, holds me tight, binds me.

The tight, thin, nearly sheer fabric hugs me, taunts me, seduces me. makes me stare at your package through my Oakleys to think for a second or two about your meat, it makes me think about all the strange men stripping me me wherever I run...when you're in skimpy summer clothes you can almost feel their cocks growing getting thicker, harder as you glide by and they catch a whiff, the sweet smell of summer sweat, sex and scent.

The spandex edges and rides up into my crack... and into my dirty mind, rubbing it, teasing it, licking it. I pull in down, it starts again, like a horny teenager's fingers in the back seat of his parents car after the dance.

It works its way up into my pussy the further I walk or run, it pulls down in back and shows off my asscrack. I love giving you a peek at my ass in public. It feels dirty, naughty. I think about your hand sneaking down under the suit and squeezing my ass, spreading my cheeks, fingering me, giving me a playful smack. You know I love it when you spank my ass.

I'm thinking about the way you are holding my ass while the spandex squeezes my tits tight and flat and keeps my nipples just hard enough to tease you when you see me. And if I move a certain way at the ice cream counter at the park entrance I can make them just spill out "by accident".

I can feel the breeze licking my breasts when that happens, but I act like nothing's happened and let my nipples get hard while you get hard watching. I'm putting on a little show for you, stripping for you, exposing myself in public for you and you love it.
Eventually of course I'll look you straight in the eye, re-adjust my top, lick my ice cream, give your package a quick feel and a smile for later.


Sure, I run at the park, walk too, but mostly I'm looking for places off the beaten path where I can stretch out, masturbate and set the camera to automatically take pictures while I play with myself.

I look for place where I can feel hidden in plain sight. Picking the right spot makes me feel totally vulnerable yet safe. A place where I can feel like I'm being watched.

I close my eyes, tilt my head back, and pull my sticky hot lycra top down and squeeze my sweaty tits and pull on my nipples, loving the sun and being licked by the breeze.

Crunching footsteps on the main path make me want to open my eyes, but I keep them closed. Listening to footsteps getting closer, closer. Slowing. Stopping. Whispers. Have they seen me? Are they watching me pull my tits up off my chest here on this old bench, my legs splayed out? Are they using a zoom lens? Video? Or are they circling me to pull out their cocks and stroke themselves while watching me? The crunching starts again and fades away. I start breathing and can feel my pussy throbbing in time with my heart. I'm sweating and I'm wet and I'm hornier than before. I know before my fingers reach my hairless lips that they're puffy, slippery. As I part myself with two, then three fingers, I know the crunching gravel I'm hearing again is going to make me cum hard.

Should I finger myself faster, harder and cum now so I can open my eyes? Or should I keep my eyes tightly closed, slow it down and enjoy the sweet torture of my fingers in my pulsing pussy as the crunching gets closer, closer.

I'm spread wide open, exposed, eyes closed, fingering myself, fantasizing about you, waiting for you.

Ah, the joy of spandex, binding me tight, turning me on, turning you on.