Spandex Suit Fantasy

“Ding!” goes my doorbell one sweltering afternoon. Being the only one at home at this hour, I answer the door to find no one standing at the other side. I look to the right, then to the left. Nobody.

It wasn’t until I look down and notice a package addressed to my name. Curiously, though, I don’t remember ordering anything online within the past month. Nevertheless, I pick up the package and bring it with me to my room.

I settle myself down inside and whip out a blade to slice the package open. As soon as I get the opening big enough, I pour its contents out. Another packaging, a translucent one this time. I tear it open with my hands to see what is in there.

I see that it is a piece of cloth. I gently caress it with my fingers; it feels smooth to the touch. I take it out and unfurl it to reveal that it’s not just any old cloth – it was spandex. Specifically, a full-body spandex suit.

I lay the suit flat on the bed to examine it fully. There it is - a dark grey suit with blue accents around the wrists, ankles and collar. I’m not one who is into that kind of scene, but there’s something about the suit in front of me that seems… attractive? Alluring, even?

As though without thinking, I take off the T-shirt I was wearing, followed by my shorts and underwear. I grab the spandex suit by the collar and pull down the back zipper.

I begin putting the suit onto my being. One foot, then the other. Up the legs it goes, then my hips and waist. When it comes up to my chest, it is time for the arms. One slips in, then the other. And finally, over the shoulders it goes. And with the help of a piece of thread, I pull the back zipper straight up, completing the dressing process. I am now one with the suit.

I go to the mirror and take a look at myself. I observe my reflection, looking up and down and up again. Now, I may not have the body of a typical superhero – think less Superman and more Peter Parker – but I actually think I look good in a spandex suit. How it hugs my arms and legs perfectly, how it fits my ass in the right way. I was enthralled.

I take a glance at my face in the mirror this time. I smile at myself, taking in the view. And then, I catch a change. A change in how I see myself. The look of joy I previously had turns into one of hunger and of lust.

I take my hands and begin touching my chest, taking in how the material feels against itself. I zero in on my nipples, both at the same time, gently squeezing them with my thumbs and index fingers. I softly moan as I feel the pleasure radiate through my entire being, as if the suit has amplified the feeling. I bring my hands down to my stomach, then to my crotch, only to find that I am already rocking a semi hard-on. The whole time this was happening, I do not break any eye contact with myself. The look of myself getting hornier and hornier is turning me on so much.

I grab my growing dick with my hand and start stroking it through the suit. Up and down, my hand goes, making sure to get it from base to tip every time. Soon enough, I am fully erect, straining against the material in that area. But that does not stop me from stroking. My soft moans turn to sharp gasps. My eyes roll to the back of my head, in appreciation of the amount of sheer pleasure that is coursing through my body.

With my free hand, I give my ass a good slap before grabbing it by a cheek. I leave it clenched at the back while I continue to stroke myself at the front. Later, I bring the back hand further to the middle of my ass, where I take my fingers and shove them down the crack as far as I can go. Then out they come, and in they go again. Out again, in again. I gasp at the sensation, which makes me begin stroking my cock faster.

This goes on for a couple minutes – one hand stroking my hard dick through the suit, the other shoving its fingers into my crack through it. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but the view I am seeing in the mirror is absolutely marvelous.

Soon I begin to feel a tension in my hips. I am starting to get close. I stroke faster, I shove harder. I keep going at it until I bust a nut right through the suit and form a wet patch on the crotch area. I let out one long breath through my open mouth as I recoil from what just happened.

Once fully recovered, I begin reaching for the zipper to take the suit off to put into the washing machine. But I stop myself short. Maybe I should revel in my spandex-suited self for a little while more…