It was early on a Saturday morning and going to be another hot summer day in Dallas. My wife and I were lounging on our lycra covered sectional watching cartoons and wearing some of our favorite clothes. Nude sheer to the waist pantyhose and short white gym socks. Kim also wore a tight red and yellow lycra cycling shirt.

She turned to me out of the blue, as women will do sometimes, and asked. "John, do you remember how we met? You know, our first date?"

Mentally shift gears from `station keeping' to warp nine, I said. "Of course."

"Tell me your version." She said, as her hand lovingly caressed my rigid nylon covered cock.

I began to sweat. "Well, as I remember..."

It was almost ten years ago on a Sunday evening and I had just finished showering after lifting weights at the gym. I wrapped a towel around my waist, relaxed on my leather counch and turned on the TV. I had just bought the house about a year earlier and my bed and the couch were still my only two real pieces of furniture. PBS was airing the most resent Ballroom Dancing compitition. I sat rivited by the fantastic costumes and dancers spinning movements for the next hour and a half.

I love costumes and dance and as I sat there watching the compitition I wondered why I didn't take a dance class. I had taken many dance classes in college. It would be a good way to meet some new people and ask some of the women out. Who knows, maybe I'd get lucky.

Dance, costumes, weight lifting, and the occasional science fiction convention were really my only vices. Unless you count walking around my backyard at night wearing only a black lycra catsuit or tights and a leotard.

So, that monday after work I checked out a nearby dance studio in the same strip mall as my gym and signed up for a beginning modern dance class on the nights I didn't lift. When I got back to my house I dragged out all my dance clothes from college and tried them on to make sure they still fit. I was the same shape as in college, about five years ago, simply a little more muscular.

On the first night of class I dressed in a blue lycra tank top unitard with stirrup feet and black knit ankle warmers. The shiny lycra made me look as though I was dipped in blue paint. My dance belt created only a large generic buldge in my crouch.

I slipped on my tennis shoes and drove to the studio.

A long hallway ran along the side of three dance studios, which was lined with tiny metal lockers. I put my shoes in one, locked it, and entered the room where my class would be held.

It was the smallest of the three dance rooms. The two long walls were covered with mirrors, another wall with windows and the forth with small viewing windows along one side of the hallway. A standard dance studio. About a dozen woman, some younger, some older, and two other men were milling about or stretching on the floor. I checked out the women on the floor. Then I sat and began stretching near one who I didn't see a wedding ring on and who looked older than sixteen.

"Hi. My name's John." I bent forward, tried to smile warmly and held out my arm.

"Hi John. I'm Kim." We shook hands.

Kim appeared to be about my age, late twenties. She had a nice body, about five one, and wore a red lycra leotard, pale pink nylon tights with seams up the backs of the legs and ankle warmers. Her blonde hair pulled back in a bun behind her head.

"You look like you've taken other dance classes, Kim."

"I've been taking dance classes after work for years."

I looked at her body. "It shows."

She blushed. "Thanks. Have you taken dance before this?"

"I tried to take at least one class each semester back in college. I really love it."

The instructor came in. A woman in about her late thirties. Tall, slender and nicely built with short brown hair. Her body covered in a white lycra catsuit with a scoop neck and pink legwarmers. My eyes followed her movements across the floor to the front of the room.

Kim saw me watching. "Careful John, she may bite." She said smiling.

It was my turn to blush, but I shot one back. "I certainly hope so." I replied with a big smile on my face.

"Good evening everyone. This is beginning modern dance. My name's Pam." Then she went thru the attendence list. "Now, let's begin on the floor with some stretching. Choose a partner, sit on the floor and place your feet together with your partners. Grab hands and gently pull each other back and forth." Pam went around correcting postures and checking to make sure we wouldn't hurt ourselves. For the rest of the class I performed all the partnerings with Kim. I placed my hands on her body every chance I could get.

After twenty minutes of warming up we stood to begin our class.

"This first excercise is always a good way to break the ice. Take your partner and one of you close your eyes. The other get into a position. Any position at all. The partner with the eyes closed will have thirty seconds to use their hands and discover what position the other is in. Then you assume that position. Ready, go."

Kim closed her eyes first and I got into a position. As Pam said go, Kim began to run her hands over my body to determine what position I was in. I must admit this was very arousing, and had it not been for my tight dance belt under my unitard, my erection would have been very obvious. Her hands slid over the tight lycra covering my body. Kim then assumed the position she thought I was in.

"And stop. Alright open your eyes and see how you did." Pam said looking around the room.

Kim was in a position almost identical to mine.

"Everybody stand and we'll switch. And go."

I closed my eyes and placed my hands on Kim's body. I couldn't resist. I let my hands caress their way slowly over her body. Stroking gently here and there, from head to foot then quickly took a position as the teacher said stop.

"Alright class, not bad. Now let's do some walking movements across the floor."

Everyone lined up at one end of the room and one by one did a particular movement across the floor. Probably to test our coordination.

As it happened I was just behind and to one side of Kim when she took a quick glance back then cassually swung her hands back. One hand firmly cupping my crouch. It stayed there for more than a second before she removed it and turned blushingly to me.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry John, I didn't realize you were right there." She said softly.

"Quite all right Kim, it was my pleasure. But next time, do it on purpose."

She just kind of looked at me as she prepaired to do the movement across the floor. I smiled at her as she turned and began. Then it was my turn. The two other guys where beind me and last in line.

Finally our first class was over. It always goes so fast when your having fun. The class poured out into the hallway to retrieve clothes and personnal articles from the lockers.

"Um, Kim. Would you like to go out Saturday evening?"

She turned and had a sly smile on her face. "Ask me again after Friday's class. Later John."

She waved and turned. I watched her move gracefully down the hallway, dodging peoples bags and bodies. I grabbed my shoes and headed home.

Wednesday's dance class was a repeat of Monday's. Except that two people didn't return. This time Kim wore a black lycra uitard and I had black tights and a red fishnet crop top shirt.

As we began our partner position guessing game Kim closed her eyes first. I formed an arch with my chest up. My hands and feet on the floor. This time she really let her hands caress my body. Letting one hand slide between my thighs then sliding it back up across my crouch. Her hand cupping my growing buldge of an eection. I noticed her hands never went out past my elbows of knees. Her fingers playfully lingered over my nipples under my fishnet shirt.

Then it was my turn. She got into a position on her back and I began caressing my hands down her body starting with her head and face. I let my hands gently slide their way over her cheeks and neck then over her chest feeling her nipples become hard under her unitard and cupping her firm round orbs. Then caressing down her sides and over her abdoman. One hand caressed an inner thigh and I felt her leg spread wider as she lay there while the other hand slid over and cupped her crouch. A finger gently pressing into her. I cracked one eye open slightly and saw that our teacher was watching. That thirty seconds seemed to last a lot longer than just thirty seconds. Both hands now continued between her thighs then back up to briefly circle her breasts before I let them follow her arms out. I assumed the position I thought she was in.

I was very close for not really paying attention. I would even bet that the teacher was watching every move Kim made as she felt my body. I wonder if Kim knew she was watching.

After class was over Kim passed me in the hallway. "I think I like the unitard better on you, John. See you Friday."

My eyes followed her and her hips seemed to sway sensiously as she walked down the long hallway. Again dodging people and bags. Her curves disappearing around the corner. I took a deep breath and went home.

Friday I wore my blue unitard to class. Kim wore a black lycra leotard with long sleeves and very high cut legs and sheer black tights with seams up the backs. After class in the hallway I snaked my arms around her waist from behind. My buldge pressing between her cheeks.

"Kim, you told me to ask you after class on Friday. Would you like to go out Tomorrow?" I asked.

She twisted in my arms and kissed me. Her hips pressing firmly against mine. Some people in the hall turned to watch but we were oblivious to them. Her full red lips parted and our tongues danced. I let my hands come to rest on her shapely rear. I don't know about her but I got very aroused. After several minutes of this we pulled apart.

"I'd love to. Pick me up at five thirty and look nice."

"I will." She handed me directions to her house.

"Now about tonight. Do you have anything going on?"

"Tonight? Ummm, no..."

"Good. Let's get to know each other just a little better. There's a funky little artsy coffee shop on the end of this strip mall. Join me?"

"Sure, but let me change..."

"No, no, don't change. We'll go as we are."

I looked down at my body covered in blue paint. "Well, ok."

"Wait, you're wearing a dance belt aren't you." I nodded. "Step into the bathroom and take it off."

"But leave the unitard on?"

"Exactly. I'll wait right here."

I went into the men's room and removed my dance belt. I wasn't real sure about this. The lycra unitard cupped my maleness very comfortablely and it felt very sensual. It was made of the thinner lycra and without a front center seam. I stepped out and my eyes almost popped out at what she had put on. Kim still had her tights and leotard on but had added a pair of classic black high heeled pumps. It brought her almost to my height. She'd also let her long blonde hair down. She looked really hot. I suddenly became very consious of my shaft becoming stiff under the tight but thin lycra. Every rigid inch showed under the skin tight lycra. The heavy dance belt no longer keeping it in check.

Kim glanced down and smiled. "That's better..." Kim hooked her arm in mine and we walked to the end of the mall pausing to look in various store windows. It was after nine pm and many businesses were closed. The coffee shop stayed open until midnight on Fridays and Saturdays.

We sat at one of the tiny round glass topped tables outside. The evening was cooling off and a pleasant breeze blew. Several people staired at us briefly but I found it really didn't bother me at all. It certainly didn't seem to bother Kim. We ordered our coffee and talked about our jobs.

After a few minutes she kicked a shoe off and placed her foot on my chair between my thighs.

"So, do you do this often?" I asked.

"You mean walking around like this? Not nearly as often as I'd like, and especially not often enough with other people dressed this way."

"Visually you know it has a very erotic appeal to men. But then men are more easily visually aroused than women."

"True and straight men are usually only interested in looking at women dressed the way I like to dress. In a couple of cases they'd put on a pair of tights for a dance class. You're the first one to say yes to wearing a skin tight unitard in public. Thanks."

"I must admit I find it appealing, being a bit of an exhibitionist at heart."

Kim's foot slipped onto my chair and pressed against my crouch. I felt my shaft stiffen as the ball of her foot rubbed my cock under the shiny tight lycra from balls to head and back. She smiled innocently behind her cup of coffee.

I bent forward and spoke softly. "Let me guess, you want to see me walk around with an erection under my unitard."

"Mmmmmmmmm, in part yes. Also I wanted to see just how long you are, and from here you look really good! And much wider than any guy I've ever had. Not nearly as long as one or two guys I've known but easily twice as wide as the widest."

"Maybe we should dress like this tomorrow." I said half jokingly.

Kim just smiled over her coffee mug. She kicked off her other shoe and rubbed both feet along my rigid shaft. I could feel my pleasure increasing and nearing the point of no return.

"You'd better be careful Kim, you wouldn't want me to stain my unitard now would you."

"Oh, I don't know... I guess I'll stop before it's too late." She said with a pout on those luscious lips. I breathed a sigh of releaf. Kim slipped her shoes back on. We paid and walked slowly back to her car, then stood by her car and kissed passionately for a long time. Finally and reluctantly we pulled apart and she got in.

"Wear a pair of black tights tomorrow night. If you dare." She said as she drove off.

The next day was overcast and cool, but I put on my gym tights and went lifting at the gym. Then ran a few arrands. All the while thinking about whether or not I had the nerve to wear a pair of lycra tights in public, and if I did decide to, what I could wear with them. If I did I'm sure some people seeing me would think I'm gay and a lot of people would stare. Hmmmmmmmm... It's not like wearing a pair of tights to the gym. Obvious gym clothes. I don't even give that a second thought. A lot of men and women wear tights to the gym. But actually wearing them out on a date, in public... Maybe if I made it look like I was wearing gym clothes or dance clothes... I had an idea. As soon as I arrived home and showered I pulled out some clothes to try on.

I finally decided on a pair of soft leather jazz shoes. Somewhat like ballet slippers but with a real sole and string ties. A pair of black knit ankle warmers. Shiny black lycra catsuit with longsleeves and a turtleneck. The fabric cups my maleness nicely in a silky soft but tight lycra pouch. Finally one of my nice dark grey suit jackets. The bottom of the suit hitting about mid hip. I took some things out of my wallet and put them in a zippered inner pocket. I must admit my heart was pounding as I and drove to Kim's house. It took a fair amount of nerve to leave the house dressed like this. Wondering what everybody was thinking if they saw me, and wondered what Kim would wear.

I rang the door bell and stood nervously on the tiny front porch feeling slightly exposed but excited. Kim opened the door and the buldge in my crouch started to get hard and long. For being about five feet one she was almost my height in her classic black stiletto heeled pumps. Her body covered in what had to be a sheer blue bodystocking with longlseeves. Over that she wore a grey pinstripe vest that was nicely fitted and deep cut, with a very short matching skirt.

I was obviously stairing from what she said next. "Why thank you John. I haven't had a compliment like that for a long time." And walked slowly past me to my car. Her whole body oozing senuality. I wiped drool from the corner of my mouth.

I opened and closed the car door for her, then got in.

"Where are you taking us for dinner, John. By the way, you look good enough to eat."

I gave her a sly smile. "We can do that later."

"I must admit I honestly didn't think you'd wear a pair of tights tonight, let alone a full catsuit. You look hot! Who says women are any less visually stimulated by seeing a rigid buldge under tight clothes on a man. I personally can't get enough of it."

"Thanks, and to answer your question, I know this cozy little place. Best pasta for a hundred miles."

She smiled delisciously as she sat next to me in the passengers seat. Her already short skirt riding up nearly to her hips.

I pulled into the poorly lit parking lot of the restuarant and after a quick glance around parked in the first available spot. It was packed. I got out, still feeling a little nervious about being seen dressed like this, and opened Kim's door for her. She swung one luscious blue leg out of the door exposing herself to me and she paused and looked up holding her hand out for assistance. I could easily see she wasn't wearing anything under her sheer bodystocking and her pussy was shaved. As she stood her hand casually slid up the outside of my thigh and her long red fingernails raked along my already rigid buldge. She stood just inches in front of me. I could smell her intoxicating scent, feel the warmth radiating from her. My loins responded to maximum rigidness under my black lycra skin.

"Thank you John." Her voice soft and demure.

We entered the restuarant and I told the young hostess of our reservations. I knew it would be a long wait to be seated otherwise. Her eyes looked me up and down then turned and lead us to a booth in a dark corner. I sat next to Kim on the outside.

"Your server will be right with you." Smiling generiously at us then turned and left. I watched her lithe form walk away in her long black evening dress. One leg showing thru a long slit up the side. I felt Kim's hand caress it's way up my thigh and stroke my rigid buldge as she sat next to me in the booth.

"She's too young for you John." I turned to look inocently at her and smiled slyly back. "She wouldn't know what to do with it even if you put it in her mouth..."

The waiter came and we placed our orders. I noticed Kim's eyes follow the his ass as he walked into the back.

"Turn about's fair play?" I asked.

"Don't ever dought it for a second." Kim said soothingly.

We ate and payed, giving the waiter a generious tip. We talked about ourselves and what we were looking for in a relationship and discovered we shared a fetish for pantyhose and lycra catsuits, among other things. Ah to finally meet the fetish woman of my dreams.

We walked out to my car and I helped her in then I got in.

"I have a challenge for you Kim."

"A challenge...?" She querried.

"Yes. Take off your vest and skirt for the drive back to my house."

She looked at me. "And you'll do what in return? I know, remove your jacket so your wearing only your catsuit."

"You're on."

And we removed our respective pieces of clothes. Kim's entire luscious body painted in sheer blue.

"Remember we will be walking from the street to my front door like this."

"I look forward to it." She replied seductively.

I parked in front of my place and we got out. We walked slowly up to my front door and Kim did a spread eagle in the doorway blocking our entrance. I grabbed and kissed her passionately as one hand unlocked the door and opened it behind her. I then bend down and through her over my shoulder and carried her inside tossing our clothes on the back of a chair.

"Hey! No fair!"

I set her down. "Fair?! You look too good to be fair."

She pasued. "True... Now, get me a pair of scissors."

I did and watched as she snipped a hole in her crouch then came at me holding the scissors menacingly in one hand. I backed up against the wall and she carefully cut a hole for my manhood to stick out of. "Now we're talking." And she tossed the scissors on a table and went down on me. Her wet tongue circling around my wide round head. Sliding along my fat seven inches. One hand stroking me to maximum rigidness as her other fondled my sac. Her mouth kissed down my shaft and sucked each ball. All I could do is moan. My sac tightened and drew up from her playful fingers and I emptied a load in her mouth. Kim sucked hard and swallowed every drop. Finally waiting for my softening cock to slip from between her luscious red lips.

Kim stood slowly running her hands up my abdomen and then my chest. Her fingers circlling the outline of my nipples under the tight lycra catsuit.

"Wooooow... That was increadible, Kim."

Kim actually blushed slightly. "Thank you John. But that was nothing compaired to what's to cum."

And we started kissing with a passion I had never known. Our bodies rubbed together inside out skin tight lycra paint. My hands caressing her thighs, tight round cheeks, tapering back. All the while pressing her against me. The sensation of our lycra covered skin was like erotic static electricity where we touched. And we touched all over. My shaft quickly swelled with renewed excitement. Rising between her thighs. Pressing up against her wet lips. Kim began moving her hips back and forth along my rod. Letting her juices cover its length. Dripping off my balls.

I pulled away briefly. "Now Kim, let's see how good the rest of you is."

Picking her up. I carried her to my bedroom and lay her blue form on my bed. Kim pulled me onto her, spreading her legs around my waist. Her heels digging into my cheeks driving my hips forward. Her hand placed my round head between her hot pussy lips and I jerked my hips forward driving my cock deep into her wet cunt. And started pumping.

"Ugh. Oh God, John. I've never had anyone as wide as you. Feels like I'm being fucked with a baseball bat. Oh god. So increadible..."

I silenced her with my lips as my hips slowed there rythim. Our lips pressed together with wet slobbering passion even as our tongues danced. Exploring. Sucking. Nibbling. Feeling the erotic sensations of our union. Caressing. Pinching.

For a long while I moved my hips forward and back. My shaft sliding in and out of Kim's hips. Between her legs. Her tight wet hole driving me to extacy.

As if she read my mind. Kim started squirming under me. Bucking wildly. I managed to stay buried in her.

"Oh John... Now! Please, now!"

It was hard holding back and I gladly relaxed. My loins filled with pleasure and my cock spasmed empting all it's white sticky sperm into Kim's hot clit.

"I feel you shooting... Feel each burst of cum hitting the end of my tunnel. Ummmmmm..."

I suddenly became very tired. Kim slowly stopped bucking under my hips. I think Kim could tell I was tired and rolled us over to our sides. We kissed again. Slowly, Like lovers.

"As I remember Kim, we fell asleep on top of the sheets. Both of us still wearing our catsuits. And you fianlly cut your hair crew cut short the day of our wedding."

"Yes, well... You know. The start of a new life is the start of a new you. So I changed. Slightly. Not to mention, I'm impressed! Most guys can't remember their first date with there wives."

"I'm glad I'm not `most guys'! And I'm glad were changing together!"

"Me too."

We forgot about the TV and began kissing...

END.