I first discovered lycra when I was about 12 years old. The aerobics phase was just getting into full swing in Australia, many women were starting to participate. I had two younger freinds two doors down from me, Luke and Peter. Their mother Anne, was one of the many into aerobics. Anne was a very plain looking women, not very pretty, but not ugly either, with an average body, smallish breasts, and a hairy box. I had never thought of her in any sort of a sexual way, untill the first day I saw her in her tights and leotard. I can see it as clear as day, a pair of black nylon tights, similar to ballet tights, with stirrup feet. And a brown full bottom leotard, scoop neck and short sleeves. She looked better than if she was naked. The smooth shinny lycra hugged her body, every limp and bump showed, but had that mystical power of lycra, the power that makes you want to touch it, to feel the smoothness, the soft silky feels, the smell. Everyday she went to aerobics at 5.30pm, and returned at 6.30pm, go upstairs and change, then wash her tights and leotard, and hang them up to dry. Everyday then, after school finished at 3pm, I would go home, drop my bag of and go to Luke and Peters place. Their clothesline was tucked away, under the house, where no one could see from the road. I would be the seeker in hide and seek. I would wait for every body to hide then go to the laundry. Every body else was hidden, so I could go to the clothesline, and feel Anne's tights and leotard. To rub the tights on the smooth leotard felt like heaven, giving me an instant erection. A few deep sniffs and I would go and find the others upstairs, that's when my fun began.

I always made sure I was hiding upstairs at just after 5pm, I had a secret spot that noone knew, inside Anne's wardrobe. The wardrobe had slattered doors, I could see out, but noone could see in. I would crouch down behind some bags of clothes and wait. Sure enough nearly everyday, Anne would come in, with her tights and leotard folded over her arm. She would get undressed in front of me, sit on the edge of the bed, and slip her legs into her tights. Her legs uncovered did nothing for me, but wrapped in black lycra, they were hot. She would pull the tights up her calves, positioning the stirrups under her heels, up her thighs to her hairy mound. She would then stand up, pull the tights up over her arse, and udjust the seam. Despite having small breasts, she always wore a bra under her leotard. She often wore a soft cup slightly padded bra, that had a shinny satin outer layer. Then on went the leotard. How I wanted to rub the soft leotard up against the smooth shinny satin of her bra, it would feel great. the highlight for me was when she had her period. She would sit on the bed facing my direction, spread her legs wide apart, and insert a tampon up her pussy. That was the closest I had ever been to seeing a real fanny at that stage.

One christmas, Anne, her husband and two boys went away on holidays for 4 weeks, and they asked me to look after the vegie garden for them. I said OK, but emagine my surprise the first time I went over there only to find her tights and leotard hanging on the line, plus a new pink leotard and her bras that she wore to aerobics. I was shaking with excitment. I quickly went and watered the garden, then went to the laundry. The first few days all I did was rub, smell and touch the laundry. Then one Saturday, my oldies went up the road to a barbeque. I was off down to the lycra. This time I had to try it on. I was shaking, I took the gear off the line, and went to the rumpas room under the house. I took of my clothes, sat on the bed, and carefully slid the tights over my legs. My young cock was hard as a rock. I stood up and pulled the tights up around my waist, perfect fit, it felt so good, so tight, so smooth. Next went the satin soft cup bra, I struggled to do the clasps up at the back, eventually putting it on back to front, doing up the hooks, turning it back around, and sliding my arms through the shoulder straps. I held up the leotard, sniffed it, rubbed it over the bra, it felt so smooth and silky. I slipped one foot through, than the other and pulled the leotard up. I laid down on the bed, put a pillow between my legs, and rubbed and rubbed my dick against the pillow. The leotard moving on the tights, felt so smooth, I kept rubbing my hands all over the tights and leotard, I felt so good. I shot a load of mainly semen into the tights, Istopped rubbing and rolled over to find a wet patch through the leotard. I rested for a few minutes, then as my cock grew hard again I went for it again.

When I had finished, I stripped off, put my clothes back on, and ent and washed the cum out of the lycra. I hung it all back up again to dry, and went and watered the garden. This went on untill they returned from holidays, although by the time they got home, the crotch of her leotard was looking a bit scuffed from my rubbing. From then on, I often snuck out at night, to any body who did dance or aerobics, and giving their tights and leotard a workout of a different kind. My kind.