A new condo with new neighbors into lycra & leather sex that don't mind being watched and might share their experiences.

The bedroom of my new condominium was at the end of a unit, its balcony overlooking another unit across a small courtyard. The first night that I stayed in my new digs I discovered that the neighbors across the court didn’t close their curtains and were into kinky lycra costumes and some pretty wild sexual gymnastic. Several evenings I sat on my balcony with the lights out and watched as they made oral and anal love costumed in lycra, PVC and leather costumes. Being a cyclist I have considerable lycra myself and I began to wear my cycling tights and masturbating while watching as they fucked.

After about a week I met them at the pool as I was going for my evening bike tide. I was dressed in black lycra tights with silver leg stripes, a black lycra mesh crop top, short, very tight black kid gloves and back zippered black leather cycling booties. They smiled as I walked past toward the lounges they were laying on and I stopped. We introduced ourselves and as conversation progressed I found out that they were dancers at the Civic Theater and that his name was Rick and she was Marsha. They were both wearing lycra bikinis that didn’t leave much of their lithe somewhat androgynous bodies covered. His was a liquid copper thong that revealed more than it hid and what it revealed was semi-rigid and looked pretty good to me! She had on a lavender string bikini, which had no lining whatsoever and allowed her nipples to be quite visible as well as showing off the lips of her pussy. My cock was starting to grow inside my cycling tights and I’m sure they saw it but they said nothing. However, Marsha spread her legs a little and I saw moisture spreading over the slightly moving lips of her pussy. I excused myself saying that I needed to get going on my ride and Rick responded that we would have to get together sometime.

That evening after I returned from my ride I settled in on my balcony relaxing and waiting for my new neighbors to begin their evening lovemaking. Soon, the lights came on in the bedroom and I could see a black satin spread on the bed. Rick entered the room and lay on the bed. He was clad in a liquid silver lycra catsuit with a hood that had cut-outs for his eyes and mouth, thigh high silver leather boots with 5” spike heels encased his legs over the thin, tight lycra and long silver satin lycra gloves covered his hands and arms to his shoulders. The bulge of his crotch indicated that he was hard and had tried to point his cock downward to prevent the tights from tenting. He was panting and rubbing himself with both gloved hands. Marsha entered the room clad in a full body, hooded, snakeskin patterned lycra cat suit and thigh high, snake patterned stretch PVC boots with 5” spike heels. Her arms like Rick’s were encased in shoulder length gloves matching her catsuit, but made from ultra thin, stretchy PVC. I could see the lips of her pussy through the thin tight lycra encasing her crotch and they were visibly quivering as she joined Rick on the bed with gloved hands between her legs masturbating. I had begun to rub myself with my tightly gloved hands, slowly sliding the tight, thin leather over the lycra covered protrusion of my erect penis. Marsha’s lithe dancer’s body moved with the liquid motion of the snake she was costumed as and she literally slithered over Rick’s slick silver body.

I watched fascinated as they squirmed together, thrusting their lycra clad crotches against each other and moving their gloved hands over the slick material covering their beautiful dancer’s bodies. Marsha must really be juicy when she is turned on as her pussy was becoming very wet, as it had been earlier at the pool. Rich was also producing enough precum to stain the bulge at his crotch. Soon their wet crotches were together, sliding over each other as both gasped excitedly and kissed, letting their tongues slither into each other’s mouth. The front of my tights were now becoming as wet with precum as Rick’s and I was beginning to pant and moan, wishing that I could join them and lick the juices smeared between their lycra encased, booted legs.

Marsha suddenly gasped and her entire body seemed to quiver, the lips of her pussy spasmning visibly through her tights as her orgasm began. She raised herself up from Rick and came down with her booted legs spread straddling his wet bulge. Pushing his swollen lycra covered cock hard against Marsha’s cunt then grasping her firm little lycra covered tits in his gloved hands and kneading them Rick began to buck as she rode him. By now I was coming close to climax and grabbed my crotch with gloved hands, squeezing and working my throbbing bulge. Marsha was nearly out of control, she was squirming and pressing her lycra-clad body tight to Rick’s, her anal mounds were visibly quivering and the wetness between her legs was spreading. Rick’s cock began to twitch and jerk and hot jism began to surge through the thin tight silver material of his catsuit and smear over Marsha’s orgasmic pussy. Then, moaning, they moved to “69” position and began to lick and suck their mixed juices from each other’s cum smeared crotch.

My entire body shuddered and I joined them in climax, my own thick, hot, creamy juices spewing from my jerking cock and soaking through the thin black lycra of my cycling tights onto my tight leather gloves. As I ejaculated I fell back gasping onto the lounge and realized that I’d left the lights on.

The next morning I found a note under my door. “We know you’ve been watching us and, if you’re not embarrassed, would like you to join us.” It was signed M&R. There was a P.S. “Wear your tights – they make us hot.” It took about two minutes for me to put on my tightest cycling outfit with a zip open crotch before crossing the courtyard and knocking on their door.

Marsha opened the door and greeted me “We’re so glad that you wanted to join us!” She was wearing red lycra tights and a matching satin lycra crop top with blousy sleeves that ended in long barrel cuffs. Around her neck was a towel and red knitted leg warmers covered her lower legs just above a pair of red jazz oxfords. “Please cone in and make yourself comfortable. We’re just finishing an exercise session.” I entered and let Marsha guide me to the “exercise room” where Rick was sitting on a large leather sofa – the only piece of furniture in the room. The rest of the room was mirrored with an exercise bar on one wall. The floor was hardwood so I stopped before entering and removed my cycling booties so that the cleats wouldn’t damage it. Rick was dressed in black lycra tights with crotch zippers, a very tight, long sleeved, rib knit, black lycra tunic with a Henley collar and broad black leather belt encircling it at his hips. He was zippering on a pair of knee-high boots with tall chunky heels made of soft glossy leather. As he tugged the zippers the boots formed to his slim lycra clad legs like the gloves encasing his hands and lower arms. I was beginning to become hard. Rick stood and I could see that he was already erect. “Welcome” he said somewhat breathlessly. Then he reached out and took my hand. I shook his hand and let him pull me toward him. His hand slid between my legs and over my bulge. “Nice!” he commented “Let’s get you a pair of boots”. Rick slid a mirrored closet door open and I could smell leather. “How about some black kid thigh-highs to match those gloves?” Rick pulled out a pair of tall-heeled black leather boots from the closet and handed them to me. I sat back on the sofa and began to pull them on.

By the time I had pulled on the boots and zipped them up Marsha had returned to the room. She was wearing the same costume as when she greeted me with the addition of a pair of crotch high, spike heeled red PVC boots and matching gauntlet length PVC gloves. She was also masked in a glossy red PVC half-mask. “I see you’ve been seeing to our guest” she commented to Rick as she sat down next to me. Rick had returned to the closet and was now coming back with a pair of black leather demi-hoods. I took a hood from Rick and placed it over my head and he did the same with his. By now Marsha was kissing and licking my neck and had slid a gloved hand onto my bulge. No one seemed to be wasting any time. Rick’s erection was pushing at the front of his tights - I reached out with a gloved hand and began to softly rub its knobby protrusion. Marsha had found the crotch zipper of my tights and managed to open it and completely expose me from above my cock in front to above my ass crack in back. My raging hard-on was standing straight up and one gloved hand was moving up and down my shaft slowly stroking me while the other was rubbing the damp lycra covered lips of her pussy.

Now groaning Rick grasped my head with his gloved hands and drew me forward until my mouth was on the wet outline of his precum drooling cock. God! I wanted to suck Rick’s cock! I grasped his zipper and opened it until his stiff, hairless prod was standing erect in front of my face. “Yes!” Rick cried, “Suck it!” My mouth slid onto Rick’s shaft and at the same instant I felt Marsha’s soft lips slip over my cockhead. Rick’s precum was slick and salty and was drooling into my mouth as I sucked him. Marsha had slid her gloved middle finger over my cock making the already slick PVC even slicker, then she plunged the lubricated digit into my ass. I cried out and squirmed against her probing finger, holding my legs apart to give her more access. Rick stood back removed his cock from my mouth and grabbed my booted legs in his gloved hands – raising them as he knelt. By the time I realized what was happening my high boot-heels were on his shoulders and Rick's hard cock was sliding between my anal mounds. “Yes!” I gasped, “Fuck me!” and Rick pushed forward impaling my tight ass on his slick cock in one thrust.

I lay back on the soft leather of the sofa rotating my ass as Rick worked his cock back and forth in my hole. Marsha had slid her mouth from my cock and was crawling on top of me with her crotch zipper opened pushing her wet pussy against my mouth. I began to suck Marsha’s clit, thrusting my tongue into her, tasting her musky juices as she squirmed against me. Her head was now between my legs and I felt her mouth back on my cock – her suction drawing me toward climax. Rick was also approaching orgasm and his thrusts were becoming deeper and more pronounced. I clamped my ass tightly onto his cock and then released – repeating several times. Rick cried out and I felt his cock begin to twitch and the first hot jets of jism shot into my hole. Rick slid back withdrawing his dancing spewing cock from my anus spattering my mounds and then pushing it into Marsha’s mouth with mine. Rick’s cum gushing over my cock brought me off and we both spewed into Marsha’s mouth.

Marsha’s climax had begun with the first jet of spunk in her mouth. I felt her spasms against my mouth and her pussy clasped my tongue. Then, salty, musky wetness filled my mouth as Marsha came. Both Rick and I had emptied our juices into Marsha’s mouth and now as she drew back gasping for air trickles of white semen dribbled from the corners of her mouth. She turned and pressed her mouth against mine, I opened for her and let her push our combined juices into me with her tongue then I lay back moaning and tasting the nectar of our ecstasy for the first time of many more to come.