"Alright class. We have a few minutes left. Everybody pair up with a different partner and space yourselves out on the dance floor."

Robert then passed out black blind folds to all fourteen students. They ranged from seventeen to about thirty in age. Out of this class three women and one of the men were bi or gay.

"Those closest to the mirror go first. Face your partner. Blind folds on. Relax... Take a deep breath and slowly let it out and begin."

The person closest to the mirror started exploring there partner's bodies with their hands. Starting with the feet and working their way up to the neck. I was really just an excuse for a petting orgy. But nobody complained.

"Feel the bone. Feel the muscle that holds the body in an upright position connected to the bones. Feel all the skin that covers and smooths the shape of the muscle. Feel the shape of the human body under its man made sheaths of skin tight fabrics."

He let them continue until they had run their hands over the entire body of their partners. Then had them switch and repeated the excercise.

"Alright, that was a good class. Thank you all."

And another Saturday's modern dance class was finished. It was four pm. Time to clean and do a little paper work and then change for his dates tonight. He was really excited about his dates. Janet and Sharina, two of the three dance instructors that worked for him, were going to do a little roleplaying in superhero costumes at his house. The third instructor, Christine, couldn't make it. She was out on a date.

Robert had recently posted a copy of a "fashion" article he created with their new computer, just as an experiment. A couple he new, Kim and John in the Lifestyle, posed for him. She dressed in a white lycra thong leotard with sheer pantyhose, while John was in blue lycra tights but no dance belt. His wide seven incher fully outlined by the tight fabric. They are a muscular couple and really looked good. They posed in front of a full length mirror so there fronts and backs were visable. The caption read 'New Dance Fashion. Dance belts are out. Sheer is in. Less is better.' No source. No article, just the picture and caption. Robert posted this phony fashion in the hallway by his office. I had quit an effect. All the guys stopped wearing dance belts and almost half of the women switched to wearing thong leotards with sheer pantyhose or sheer tights.

Robert was putting the stereo away when Janet walked into the studio. She had on an excellent replica of Batgirl's dark grey, yellow and navy blue costume from comic books she collects. The only difference was hers was all lycra. Even the hood and cape. It looked like it was painted on. Everyone in the class stopped and staired. Janet was about five eight in bare feet with an incredible arobics and dance body. Muscle showed under her pale skin and she was very flexible and strong. Her full breasts sitting high and firm. The four inch heels made her an imposing Superhero.

"Hello Robert." She said.

He turned around looked. His huge eight rod got hard under his lycra unitard. She looked fantastic and she knew it. She waved at the students.

"Anyone who's interested in costumed roleplaying can see us later." She anounced to the students. "Right now I think Robert should change into his costume. Don't you?"

There were sounds of agreement.

"Alright Robert. It's decided, we want to see you in your costume in five minutes."

This should be interesting, he thought. He went to his office and quickly changed. He had chosen a Robin costume from the sixties TV series. It was identical except that it ws also made lycra and he added sheer nude pantyhose to cover his shaved legs. It also fit his well muscled dancer's body better than Burt Ward's did. Even the mask was lycra. He walked back into the studio. All the women made cat calls. His eight inch erection was rock hard and outlined by the green lycra leotard extremely well. Several students asked about the roleplaying and wanted to participate in future events.

"Behold Robin, the boy wonder!" Janet announced, her hand actually indicating his hard-on. Robert blushed and stepped onto a chair displaying himself to everyone.

"Thank you. Thank you. No applause, just money."

Finally, everyone started to leave and soon the dance department was empty.

"Well Robin, it's just you and I fighting crime. Let's go on patrol..." Batgirl said in a sultry voice. "That has to be why they call you the boy wonder!" She said as she looked at his buldge.

They closed up the dance department and drove to Robert's older one story brick house. They open several windows and unlocked the rest so a certain catburgular could break in. Catwoman wouldn't try to break in until after dark. They popped in a XXX video about lycra superheros and villians. Janet walked around the room running her lycra gloved hands over her lycra body. Feeling that tingling sensation as they slid over her form.

"God, I'm really getting horny in this costume. I just remembered why I like costuming so much. I need you Robin. And I need you now! Lets get out of these!" They removed their costumes. Janet kept the cape, hood, gloves, belt, and boots on.

"Now, Robin, keep your mask, cape, gloves and boots on and do me!"

The new Batgirl sat back on the silvery lycra covered couch and spread her well toned legs wide exposing her swollen pink lips. The new Robin drove his throbbing eight inch cock into her hot pink pussy and pumped long and hard. She squirmed and yelled as he drove his dick in and out of her clit.

"Oh god Robin! Yes! Yes! Faster! I love the feel of your penis pumping my hole! God it's so big! I can feel every ridge and massive vein filling its length with your hot blood and rubbing against my tender clit. Oh god I'm getting close! Shoot your sperm into you love tunnel! I'm on the edge! Now Robin! I'm commmiiinnnggg...."

And she shook violently as uncontrolable pleasure rolled over her caped body. Robin road her out and ejaculated as intense pleasure passed thru his loins and pumped until he was too soft. They laid quietly for a few minutes, breathing heavely, wrapped in each others arms.

"I needed that! Thanks Robin."

"Any time Batgirl."

He rolled off and they finished watching the movie just as the sun was setting.

"Time to get dressed Robin."

Robert slipped into the sheer pantyhose.

"Wait just a minute." Janet said.

She brought back a pair of scissors and carefully cut just enough of a hole for his balls and huge cock to hang out of.

"Wow. Even limp you must be five inches. Now you can put on the rest of your costume."

They finished dressing and turned off the TV and lights. Only three tiny red night lights remained on, giving an erie glow to parts of the house. They let their eyes adjust to the darkness and moved into the bedroom. While waiting, they rubbed their lycra sheathed bodies together and explored the inside of each others mouth with there tongues. Their hands covered areas of their bodies that were especially sentsitive. Robin discovered why Batgirl cut a hole in his pantyhose. She pulled the leg opening wide and his rod fell out. A yellow lycra glove carressed its length sending tingling sensations thru his loins making him weak kneed.

"Too bad we can't roleplay like we were dressed, or undressed, earlier. Maybe next time we will." Batgirl whispered and nibbled his ear lobe.

They heard the unmistakeable sound of an old wooden window being opened very slowly. She slapped the lycra back over his swollen cock.

They backed into the dark shadows away from the windows. In the faint red light from another room a shapely figure crept into the room making no sound. She was thankful for the plush cushioned rug that covered the floor. Catwoman slinked from room to room and finally over to the chest-o-drawers in the bedroom and opened each drawer slowly and quietly. In the third drawer she found what she wanted. The jewelry box full of gems and jewels! She put it and two others in a small black bag and tied its top. Robin and Batgirl jumped out from the shadows and flipped on a small lamp at the head of the bed.

"Caught you red handed Catwoman! Drop the jewels and give up quietly!" Robin said.

Catwoman whipped around into a crouch, hissing loudly. Her clawed hand slashing the air to keep them away. She saw the odds wheren't in her favor. She grabbed a corner of the bed sheet and whipped it over them and dove out the open bedroom window. She ran towards the five foot brick wall at the far end of the backyard and easily hopped up. She paused and looked back into the backyard as Robin and Batgirl followed. Capes flowing out behind them. Catwoman's lith form sillowetted against the faint fuzzy light in the fog that was forming. She disappeared over the wall and into an old large cemetary. Robin and Bargirl hopped over the stone wall and stopped. There was no sound. No movement.

"Creapy isn't it." Batgirl whispered. "She just disappeared, but she can't be far. Go that way several rows and I'll go this way. Then walk away from the wall checking each row as you go."

"Will do." Robin replied.

They quietly and slowly walked down their rows and looked left and right past the large headstones. Suddenly Catwoman emerged and pile drove herself into Batgirl's midsection and they tumbled back.

They used restling and tumbling movements that they had practiced for hours the past week to minimize the risk of anyone getting hurt.

Catwoman rolled over her and bolted. But Robin appeared out of the haze and blocked her exit. Large marble headstones partly blocking their sides. Batgirl was now up and crouched behind her. Catwoman hissed angerly at them.

"Get out of my way and you wouldn't get hurt!"

Then bolted between two of the headstones. Batgirl was closest and threw her stirofoam batarang. It hit Catwoman between the shoulders and she tumbled to a heap in the grass. Her stolen bag of loot fell out of her hand.

"Let's tie her up and get her back to the house. We can call the police their."

Robin tied her ankles and hands with two soft short pieces of rope. Then gently picked her up. This close he could see Sharina's costume clearly. It wasn't lycra but a black semi-sheer nylon catsuit with short lycra gloves, five inch pumps and a black lycra hood with cat ears, similiar to the one in the batman movie. Her nipples and shaved pussy easily visable thru the thin fabric. He eased her over his shoulder. She was very light and graceful and makes an excelent ballet partner. Janet and Sharina were the same height and both in their late twenties, but Sharina was lean and slender with modest firm breasts and short dark hair. He slipped a finger between her legs and stroked her spot gently. Catwoman purred softly. Batgirl looked over at the sound and watched. Sharina spread her legs slightly and he slipped another finger in and carressed her lips. Gently squeezing them between between his fingers. Her purring became louder. Batgirl had a wicked idea.

They entered the bedroom thru the side porch door.

"Robin, tie her arms spread eagle at the end of the bed facing it."

He retied her wrists with velvet covered rope hanging from two of the four large wooden bed posts. Batgirl motioned Robin to follow her. In the livingroom they stripped out of their costumes and redressed like they were when the made love earlier. Capes and hoods and little else. Robin's rod stood out hard. Robert had an idea of what they were going to do. Batgirl kneeled on the bed in front of Catwoman's unconscious form. Sharina felt a large rod between her nylon legs sliding back and forth and enjoyed its throbbing heat against her nylon covered lips. Sharina had always had the most increadable sexual experiences in nylons and pantyhose. She knew it was Robert's erection. Batgirl slapped her face lightly.

"Wake up Catwoman. We have a treat for you. You get to watch the boy wonder slip that huge cock of his into my juicy pussy."

Sharina thought this actually sounded like fun, and she really liked the 'new' costumes. All three of them were straight, but she wouldn't have missed this! They had discussed the course of tonights events with room for various possible options. But this was obviously something the two of them thought up while they were waiting for Catwoman to break in.

"Robin, lay on the bed."

He lay with his feet towards Catwoman, his yellow lycra cape spread out under him. Batgirl faced her and slowly worked her wet pussy down onto his full eight inches as Catwoman watched. She became very wet watching Batgirl slowly pump Robin's huge dick. Moisture oozed dowm his rod and dripped off the end of his balls, onto the bed. She despirately wanted to lick those delicious juices and suck on his balls and have him ejaculate in her mouth. Batgirl moaned and twisted with pleasure and she moved up and down. She played with her full breasts and squeezed her nipples in Catwoman's face teasing her. Catwoman struggled in her restraints. Then she moved to Robin's swollen balls and carressed them. Robin moaned. Batgirl's rythem quickened and she suddenly shook from an intense orgasm. She slipped off Robins still erect dick and started jacking him off with her lycra covered hand.

"No Batgirl! Don't waist it! Release me and let me finish him if you don't have the guts!" She said viciously.

Robin moaned and shot two huge streams of cum onto himself and lay exhausted.

Janet started untieing Sharina.

"Good game!".

"Yes, I particularly enjoyed the last half hour. But I can't wait until the next time. I think we'll need some very different costumes for our next encounter. Christine said she would be free for our next get together." Sharina replied.

"Anybody hungry? There's a steakhouse that's open late next to the highway."

The women looked at him and smiled. "Men. Always thinking of food."

"Not always! There is sex between eating and sleeping."

"Hmmmmm. I think I need to change. This costume is a little to sheer for Catwoman to make public appearences. Let me get my stuff."

She went out to her car and brought back a large gym bag and started digging thru it.

"I didn't think that was the Catwoman costume you had made for tonight. Why did you switch?"

She stripped and put on a deep purple catsuit with Catwoman hood, black leather thigh boots with five inch heels that hugged her legs and long black leather gloves.

"Just a whim. And judging by the tonights roleplaying, my costume should have been totaly sheer!"

"True enough."

"Looks like we're ready, let's eat." Robert said.

That next Friday Robert was sitting in his office in a pale blue unitard. His rigid member buldging under the tight lycra, his feet propped up on his desk. He was flipping thru the latest dancewear catalogue. Someone knocked on his door and then stepped in. Tamara was a good looking young woman. Sixteen years old with an athletic dance body and full breasts. There was still an hour before her adv. ballet class started. She wore a red wrap skirt that went past her knees, sheer to the waist suntan pantyhose, with red five inch pumps with a thin ankle strap and a red longsleeve lycra crop top. Her mid section and pierced belly button fully exposed. She and her mother were his lovers in the LL and all three enjoyed a single bed. Tamara usually came to him before and or after her class. It was very hard to keep from staining his unitard with her around and he loved it! She spoke to him in her sexiest voice.

"Hello lover. Do you have time for my pussy?"

"I always have time for you Tamara."

She strattled his lap and rubbed his lycra erection with her nylon cunt. He moaned. Sharina heard his moan as she walked down the short hall and quickly gathered Janet and Chris. They inched the door open just enough to watch. Tamara leaned forward and they kissed passionately. She ran her hands down his lycra chest and sat up. She pulled the string tie on the skirt and it flowed like water onto the floor. She continued to rub his cock back and forth. The ladies choose that time to enter his office.

Sharina said, "Never get caught with your tights down."

In one swift move, Tamara quickly swung her leg high over Robert's head, grabbed her skirt and started to wrap it around her waist. They closed the door.

"It's alright Tamara, we're like family. We've all shared his bed, just not at the same time."

They all laughed. All three were dressed in pale pink or white lycra thong leotards with sheer pantyhose and pink ballet slippers. His desk was mostly bare and they sat and propped their feet on it also. Even Tamara dropped her skirt and sat in an old lounger facing Robert and swung one leg over the arm exposing herself to him.

Janet spoke. "We thought it might be an apt time to get infomation on this Lycra Lifestyle you've been talking about."

"Well, I've been in it about, what, six months or so. Tamara's been part of it longer than I have. It's not an official group. No regular meetings. Just a group of people with a common love of skin tight clothes, lycra, pantyhose, and uninhibited sex. Not to mention a liberal dose of exhibitionism for the publics benefit. Theme parties are common, and a lot of fun, with orgasms exploding everywhere. Potential new members are carefully screened by the other members. Remember when we went to the resturant in our skin tight costumes after our role playing last Saturday? That would have part of the LL likes to do."

Tamara added, "You also have to be willing to at least do some heavy petting with the same sex and perform like you enjoy it. Oh yes, and putting on a good performance, and roleplaying, is a large part of it. Some light S&M and bondage is a lot of fun too. But we do stress nobody getting hurt and everyone having fun. And finally the obvious, nothing illegial."

"Next Saturday, after classes are over, let's get together and discuss our next roleplaying session. In the mean time, we can talk to John and Kim and they can better answer your questions about the Lifestyle." Robert said.

"Sounds like a plan." Janet chimed in.

Everybody agreed.

THE END.