Spandex body suit Stories

“Does it feel as good as you remember?” Iris asks, as I dress myself once more in the pink, clinging spandex outfit she’s brought for me. She’s lying on my bed, watching me with her delicate chin propped up on her hands, legs kicking idly back and forth in the air under the tails of her winter coat. “It’s even better,” I answer, twisting around in front of the mirror to admire the way the fabric cups my ass without a sing...

“Hey.” I hear Iris’s voice behind me and sidestep out of her way, preparing to discreetly watch her pass by. Watching Iris is one of my little pleasures in life, and with college being a lot more all-night cram sessions and a lot fewer debauched parties than I was led to believe, I’ll take what I can get. “Hey,” she repeats. I move all the way over, so my shoulder is up against the wall of the corridor. “Hey, Kevin!” It s...