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"The First Party" 
   by Tdenny


   The first party since my divorce. Of course it had to
be a costume party. Most of the people there would not know
me no matter who I came as. Except that new assistant that
had joined our company about six months ago. She was the
first female I had even wanted to talk to since I had become
a single man again. The other people I worked with would
usually just leave me alone. The office gossip was that I
always stayed in a bad mood and was hard to get along with.
The best rumor was that I had turned gay or at least
bi-sexual. That made me laugh. They just didn't know how
close they had come to guessing the truth. Lisa was about
the only one that would ever talk to me.

   Lisa was a beautiful woman with a body that just would
not quit. Every time she came near me those old feelings
started running through my body. Then they would collide
head on with the other feelings I had started having.
Therefore, when she asked me to go to this party with her I
had mixed feelings. Especially when she told me it was a
costume party. I had no imagination when it came to these
matters. I was about to tell her no until she told me that
that she was going as a super hero and that she was going to
make her own costume. That pretty much made the decision for
me. I told Lisa that I had no idea about what sort of
costume to wear.

   Before I could say anything else she offered to make
my costume for me. In fact we would both be super heroes.
That intrigued me so I told her to go ahead and make my
costume. She had come closer to guessing what my new
feelings were than anyone else. "I'll probably have to get
you over for a fitting before the party," she said. "But
don't worry it could be fun," Lisa added as she walked away.
"Could this be the start of a new relationship?" I realized
I had said that out loud when the lady next to me rolled her
eyes. Oh well.

   Now I was excited and nervous at the same time. All I
had been able to think about since the divorce were seeing
women dressed in leotards and tights. I think that's what I
missed most about my wife. She would always run around in
her tight little spandex outfits. Moreover, when she did it
usually ended in a good old healthy round of sex. My ex-wife
knew it drove me crazy. The last time I stopped by the
apartment to pick up the last of my things she was wearing
red tights and a tight red spandex leotard. It was all I
could do not to grab her and throw her down on the bed. Ever
since that day I had been having weird thoughts about me
starting to wear tights and leotards. I didn't know if that
made me weird, gay, bi or all of the above.

   Two days later Lisa told me to come by her apartment
and see how my costume was going to fit. After work I went
home and took a shower and slowly made my way to her place.
Turned out she didn't live that far from me. She lived in a
four-story office building that had been turned into an
apartment building. I knocked on the door and heard her
unlocking the locks. When the door opened she was standing
behind it so I couldn't see anything but her head. She
smiled and opened the door further so I could come in. Her
apartment was and old loft that she must have refurbished
herself.

   It was very nice and homey and had the sweet smell of
incense long since burned away. She redirected my attention
back to her by grabbing my arm and walking to the living
room, I think. I still hadn't looked at her. Then finally
she walked in front of me and picked a sack off the couch.
Geez, all she had on was a black long sleeve leotard and
black tights. Naturally the tights and leotards were
spandex. I didn't think it possible but she looked better
than my wife ever looked. I know I was staring but my brain
was stuck in that mode. I finally realized that she was
trying to say something to me. When I recognized her voice I
came back down to earth.

   She was trying to tell me that what she had on was
part of her costume. Still having to sew some kind of trim
on she said it wouldn't be so plain when she finished. I
told her plain wasn't so bad and it actually looked good on
her. Not knowing if what I had just said made any sense I
wisely shut up for a minute. Lisa still had the sack in her
hands and handed it to me "Go in the bedroom and put it on,"
she said as she sat down on the couch and curled her legs
underneath her. The sight of her little feet in those shiny
black tights were starting to work on me.

   I walked in the bedroom and shut the door behind me. I
dumped the contents of the bag on the bed and almost died
when I saw what it was. Exactly the same thing she had on.
Nice shiny spandex black tights and leotard. I picked them
up and they felt fantastic. I really had wanted to try some
of these on for a long time but then I still didn't know
what that would make me. Now, though, since this was going
to be a costume maybe I wouldn't feel so bad about myself.
In addition, the fact that Lisa was in the next room and
would see me started to have its effect. I could feel that
good feeling in my crotch. Then I remembered everyone at the
party would see me. Oh well first things first.

   I took my clothes off and sat down on the bed and
tried to pull the tights up. I did figure out that the label
went in the back so I was already ahead of the game. I
finally had the tights on and pulled up over my waist. That
was one of the best feelings in the world. There's something
about the feel of that material against my skin that I
couldn't resist. I reached down and picked the leotard up
and found the label, again, and put it in the back and
stepped into the leotard. I pulled it up and put my arms
through the sleeves and straightened it out. My excitement
was already starting to show so I had to adjust myself by
trying to hide everything down between my legs.

   The way that spandex leotard felt pulling against my
crotch. It's almost as good as having sex. I took a step
towards the mirror and knew if I had to move around very
much I would have a mess on my hands. Well not actually on
my hands but in my crotch. I looked at myself in the mirror
and actually liked what I saw. I really did have a good
body. Nothing like a woman's body, of course, but good none
the less. I couldn't stand there all day looking at myself
and I didn't want that bad feeling to start so I walked to
the bedroom door.

   I cracked open the door and asked Lisa if I really had
to wear this for my costume or was she just trying to make a
fool out of me. "No, no, no," she said, "don't be
embarrassed in front of me and I really want to see how good
you look in those." I slowly opened the door and walked out.
She watched me all the way. I could see her eyes moving up
and down my body. Then she zeroed in on my crotch. I could
tell that I was still showing my excitement standing there
with her looking at me and me looking at her. She broke the
silence by telling me to turn around which I did apparently
too fast. I had to turn around again and stop so she could
look at my butt. "Damn you look good in those," she said. I
turned back around facing her.

   "Do I really have to wear this in front of people?" I
asked her. "I mean you can see everything about me" "Yeah, I
see what you mean'" she said as she smiled and looked down
below my waist. Then she explained that I would have a pair
of briefs on over the tights and leotards like Superman
wore. "But for now we won't worry about those yet," she said
as she reached out and pulled the leg holes in the leotard
down. Luckily she didn't brush my crotch or else I'm afraid
it would have been all over.

   She sat back down on the couch and motioned for me to
do the same. When I sat down the leotard pulled tighter and
felt like it was going up my butt. Again it wasn't an
uncomfortable feeling in fact it was pleasant. I was really
enjoying this. She started telling me how the costumes would
look like when she finished everything. Our costumes were
alike because we were going as a husband and wife super hero
team. As we sat there I just wanted to take her in my arms
and get both of us out of these costumes. Not now but maybe
later I had to keep telling myself. After sitting there for
another thirty minutes I told her I needed to get on home. I
leaned over closer to her and put my hands on her legs. Just
the feel of the spandex tights on her almost made me loose
it all right then. I gave her a little kiss on the lips. She
didn't pull away so maybe that was a good sign.

   We both stood up at the same time and she
automatically looked down at my crotch and could see the
effect she was having on me. At least I wasn't embarrassed
anymore. I asked her, hoping that she would think that I was
kidding, if I could just wear the costume home under my
clothes in case someone needed a super hero later that
night. Only thing was that I wasn't kidding I really didn't
want to take the tights and leotards off. She just laughed
and said maybe later but she needed to finish the costumes
because there was only two days left until the party. I went
back to the bedroom and took the costume off and got
dressed. I started walking out and walked by her and gave
her another little kiss and hug as I left. I just had to get
one more feel of those tights and leotards.

   I went home and ate. Soon as I finished eating I
jumped right into bed. I could still feel the marks on my
skin where the seams if the costume had dug into my skin. I
knew I'd better get to sleep before I had to relieve that
feeling in my groin. Of course the only dreams I had that
night were of me wearing those tights and leotards. I woke
up that next morning not knowing what I was going to say to
Lisa. I sure was hoping she didn't have any good friends
that she could tell about the last evening's events. I
didn't get a chance to see her until it was almost time to
go home.

   Lisa walked in my office and handed me a box that was
taped up tightly. She told me that was my finished costume
and to try it on that night to make sure everything was
okay. She even looked good with all her clothes on. I
thought back about last night and started to get that ache
between my legs again. She looked like she wanted to say
something but didn't. Walking out the door she said she had
a good time last night and looked forward to the party and
seeing me. With the emphasis on the seeing me part.

   I couldn't wait to get home and try on my costume. I
rushed in my building and got lucky and caught the elevator
the fist time. I opened my apartment door and went straight
to the bedroom and took off my clothes. I couldn't get all
the tape off so I had to tear the box apart to get to the
costume. A Polaroid picture fell out. I picked it up and saw
that it was a picture of her in her finished costume. Looked
like all she had done was sewn on a big M and a little r's
on the front of her leotard and had put a pair of bright red
briefs on over her costume. The briefs were so tight it
still but it looked great. I pulled the leotard out of the
box and saw that mine had a big M and a little r on it. And
the red briefs were lying on top of the tights. I guess we
were going as Mr. and Mrs. Super hero.

   I pulled the tights out of the box, with the label in
the back, and tried to put them on standing up. Couldn't do
it, almost killed myself. How do women do that? I had seen
my wife put pantyhose on all the time standing up. Oh well,
that's one of those mysteries of life. I sat down and pulled
the tights on. Next the leotard, before I pulled it up all
the way I had to tuck everything in again. Once I had my
arms in the sleeves I pulled the briefs up over the costume.

   They were super tight, I'm glad spandex can stretch..
And that just made my crotch feel so much better. I looked
in the mirror and knew I looked good but would other people
laugh or make fun of me. Probably not, I thought, everyone
would see how great Lisa looked in her costume they wouldn't
notice me. I picked up the picture of Lisa and laid down on
the couch and stared at that picture. The leotards and
briefs were really pulling tight and I found that the more I
squirmed around the more that feeling built up inside me. I
didn't realize it at first but I was on my way to one big
orgasm. And by the time I did realize what was going to
happen it was too late. I couldn't stop it. I was shooting
everything that had built up inside my costume. I thought it
would never quit coming. I was so wet and sticky I didn't
want to move. But that was one of the most intense orgasms I
had ever had.

   I lay there for a while on the bed and I fell asleep.
The feeling of the slippery spandex against the sheets
almost hypnotized me. I woke up and it was midnight. My
crotch was still pretty wet and sticky but now, strangely it
felt good. However, I knew I had to have the costume cleaned
up by the next night. So I took everything off and tried to
wash them out in the sink. I had seen my ex-wife do it
plenty of times so I did it just like she used to in cold
water and hung them up to dry. I went back to sleep and
slept heavy the rest of the night.

   I woke up about six the next morning and got myself
ready for work. The tights and leotards were still wet but
maybe they would dry during the day. Lisa cornered me in my
office as soon as I walked in. She wanted to know how the
costume fit. I told her it fit almost too well. Of course
she wanted to know what that meant but how do you tell a
women that you had an orgasm wearing women's clothes? I just
told her she had done and excellent job and the costume
looked and felt good. She gave me a funny look when I said
they felt good but I just let it slide. "I'll be by your
place about seven this evening to pick you up. Be ready."
She said as she walked out of my office. I had a feeling it
was going to be a long day thinking about that costume and
what had happened last night. However, what made me nervous
is how I was going to be in that costume all night without
having another accident especially with her right beside me
all night.

   The day turned out to go by pretty fast and before I
knew it I was back at home. I first thing I did was to see
if the leotard and tights had dried. They weren't all that
dry but I didn't have much time left. I took a shower and
dried off. I glanced at the clock and it was only six so I
decided to go ahead and put the tights and leotard on early
thinking maybe they would dry faster from my body heat. As
soon as I put them on I didn't know how I was going to
handle the night. If I just didn't get so excited when I was
wearing them but I couldn't help myself. I guess that's when
I finally realized I had a spandex fetish. I felt guilty and
ashamed at the same time. But as long as nobody else knew I
didn't see anything wrong with it. So I got myself back in a
good mood and sat around watching the news for awhile.

   The doorbell rang about six thirty and I heard Lisa's
voice telling me it was just her. She was early, naturally.
I looked out the peephole just to make sure she was alone
and opened the door. She walked in and I closed the door
behind her. She had a long coat on over her costume. Great
now I was the only one that was going to look silly. But
when she saw me standing there like I was she took off her
coat and smiled. Then she came over and gave me a hug. I
tried not to press too hard against her so she might not be
able to tell how excited I was. She didn't seem to notice
that she did notice that the tights and leotard were still
wet. She even ran her hand over my body trying to see just
how wet they were.

   I explained to her that I had knocked over a coke last
night after I had gotten home. So I washed them out and they
weren't quite dry. Lisa kind of looked at me funny and asked
me if I made it a habit to sit around in tights and a
leotard. My heart almost stopped beating. I didn't know if
she serious or just kidding. Then she burst out laughing and
so did I. Thank goodness. Through our laughter I told her as
a matter of fact I did make it a habit of sitting around
like that. "We'll talk about that later," she said. She told
me to go put the briefs on so she could see how I looked.

   When I walked back out of the bedroom with the entire
costume on she was sitting on the couch. "Wow!" That's all
she said. She motioned for me to sit beside her, not taking
her eyes off me as I was walking. I sat down beside her and
she put her hand on my leg and quickly moved it up to my
near my crotch. "Oh no," I thought, here comes another
accident. No pun intended. But she didn't move her hand
anymore. "Better not," she said, "we wouldn't want you to
have another accident in your costume now would we.

   Busted. Now how did she know? I could feel myself
turning red, which probably looked good with all the black I
was wearing. She told me not to be embarrassed. You'd be
surprised how many men have a thing for spandex tights and
leotards and even pantyhose. Maybe later, after the party,
we can come back here and do something about it. I just
nodded my head.

   It was time to go to the party by the time we finished
talking. I helped her on with her coat and she helped me on
with mine. I asked her if I needed to wear some pants and a
shirt over the costume but she said no that the coat would
be fine. I was getting so aroused by the time we left for
the party that it was difficult to walk. Plus the fact that
I was going out with nothing but a coat on over my costume
was a turn on to. Man I didn't know what was happening to
me. My life had changed so much in just a week.

   We took a cab to the party and the whole time she had
her hands all over my leg after she unbuttoned the coat
halfway. I don't know if the cab driver could see me or not.
Hopefully not. We walked into the party arm in arm. Not to
many people even noticed us. That is until the doorman took
our coats. Then it seemed as if everyone turned around to
look. I know they were all looking at Lisa but I did see
some people glancing at me. Men and women. I hoped the
excitement I was feeling wasn't showing as much. I really
didn't feel as embarrassed as I thought, there were other
couples dressed like we were and some had less on than we
did. Lisa grabbed us something to drink and we mingled. Most
of the people I talked to were friends of Lisa's and were
very nice. No one seemed to find anything wrong with a man
dressed as I was even if it was a party.

   The band finally started playing and we danced. She
was hitting the wine pretty heavy but she seemed to be able
to handle it. Lisa seemed to like slow dancing more because
she would rub against my body hard enough to cause some
major anxiety but I was able to hold it back. A few couples
started leaving so I asked Lisa if she was ready to leave.
"Sure, your place or mine, never mind we'll go to my place,"
she whispered in my ear.

   We put our coats on and caught a taxi and were at her
apartment in about five minutes. Neither of us had bothered
to button our coats and the cab driver told me he liked our
costumes. I looked down and everyone could see what I was
wearing along with what Lisa was wearing. Oh well too late
now.

   As soon as I closed the door behind us in Lisa's
apartment she took her coat off and threw it on the floor
and the slipped her red briefs off and let them fall to the
floor also. I took the hint and did the same. She grabbed my
hand and pulled me to her bedroom. She lay down and pulled
me on top of her. Her hands were all over me. She had one
hand on my crotch, which felt like it was going to come
through the material of the costume and the other hand was
playing with the crack of my butt through the tights and
leotard. Pushing the spandex up the crack of my butt making
the crotch pull tighter. I asked her if she wanted me to
take those things off but she told me not yet. So then I was
following her lead. I had my fingers rubbing inside her
through the material trying to make her feel as good as I
was feeling. My other hand was playing with the crack of her
butt too.

   I switched positions so I could get my mouth on her
crotch. Her wetness was already soaking through the material
so it was easy to taste her the more excited she became. I
felt her mouth on my crotch. I thought she was going to rip
through the material with her teeth. Suddenly she arched her
back and let out a small scream as she had an orgasm. But
she never quit working on me as she enjoyed what I was doing
to her. Finally I couldn't hold off anymore either. Somehow
she had managed to work my penis out of its hiding place
between my legs. Now she almost had me ready to release.
Then there it was I felt it moving up my shaft and out into
my crotch just like the night before. But this time Lisa was
sucking as hard as she could to get it all through the
tights and leotard. She sucked and I shot till I didn't have
anything left but she was still trying to suck it all out.

   She finally stopped and lay back down on the bed. I
moved back up next to her. We were both exhausted and
breathing hard. Neither of us moved. I could still taste
her. I was wet and sticky again but I was getting used to
that and I know she was wet and sticky also. But we both
decided to lie there next to each other. She turned over
with her butt next to my crotch.

   We fit together so well. Maybe later we could see how
well. For now we were both just content to touch each other.
And I was certainly not in any hurry to take my tights and
leotard off. I was already thinking about having Lisa buy me
more but that could wait till the next day. I hope there was
a good supply of spandex in the city.

   That night was the start of a new life for me. The
next day was Saturday so we had a chance to stay in bed for
awhile. I had forgotten that I didn't have any other clothes
to wear anyway. I told her that I thought I had a fetish for
tights and leotards. I explained that I liked to wear them
just as much as I liked seeing her wear them. She told me
she felt the same way but different, kind of. Well at least
I knew what she was talking about.

   Later that day we went out on a shopping trip.
Needless to say I have enough spandex tights, leotards,
unitards and pantyhose to last forever. Lisa does too.
Everything she bought me she bought for herself, also. By
the way we did take a shower before we went shopping but
because I didn't have any other clothes to wear we both were
our costumes under our coats all day. Talk about being ready
for love later that night.
      

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