Bill signed up for a scuba class. At the class they suggested that they get diving ‘skins’. These are skintight swimming suits that offer protection from whatever you might brush up against underwater. Plus they add buoyancy and warmth etc. But what Bill found out was that they offer little protection from prying eyes.

Bill found a Scuba store in the northern suburbs that was close to his place. When Bill walked in the store, he was greeted by a nice looking lady. She helped him get his fins, mask, snorkel etc, then she picked out the first skin. Bill was like jeez do you think that will fit? She answered, ‘ya, it’s supposed to stretch and be tight, not too tight, but snug’, and then she smiled. She was about 40 or so, had a wedding ring on. Nice body, for a 40 year old. She was very busty with a little junk in the trunk, but not too much. She was sexy. Her eyes sparkled with kindness.

Jan watched him close the door. What dreamy eyes she thought. He was half her age! She was terrible! But he was so cute. She tried not to think about him removing his clothes just a few feet from her on the other side of the door. She made herself busy arranging some fins hanging on the wall and tried to clear her mind, but the more she tried, the more those nasty thoughts kept popping into her head.

Bill went into the changing room, which was much larger then your typical changing room, actually it doubled as a small office and classroom for the store. Bill put the skin on the table and stripped down to his boxers. Then he tried to get into this thing. It took a lot of effort. Unless you have put one on, you don’t know how tight these things are. Seriously, this thing looked like a spider man costume. It was like a second skin. Bill finally finished getting into this thing.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Good god! Not cool. The material did little to hide his bulge. In fact it kind of showcased it. Being very well endowed it looked like had a semi woody, but he didn’t. His penis was completely flaccid but it looked formidable under the tight thin material. What would it look like after getting in the water, he wondered. The ladies in his scuba class were sure going to get an eyeful he thought.

He was startled from his day dreaming, back to reality by a knock on the door. Then he watched horrified as the door knob turned and the door opened just a crack, ‘Hey Bill, what do you think? How does it fit?’

Summoning his courage he squeaked, ‘I, ah I don’t know, I’m new to this whole thing, it feels……way too tight’.
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Last week my friend Tom invited me to attend his friend’s wedding, which was supposed to be a very lavish affair. Tom didn’t have a girlfriend, so as a favor to him, my husband and I both agreed that I should be his date. Tom is the type of guy a girl just wants to be friends with. In some ways he can be cool, but actually he’s kind of a loser.

He said he was arranging for a limousine to take us to and from the wedding. At the last minute his dorky friend Dan called and wanted to tag along with us. This was totally okay with me, since I didn’t expect to get laid that night anyhow.

I picked out a black satin dress that I had worn the year before to a college dance. It was not too extravagant, but it was suitable for a fancy wedding. I found my favorite bra and admired the extra cleavage it produced. I slipped on matching panties and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, I looked great! Just for the hell of it I rubbed my breasts and tweaked my nipples to make them hard.

When Tom picked me up, the limousine turned out to be just a Cadillac with a driver. The driver’s name was Sal, another friend of Tom’s.

Sal had brought some good stuff along. We smoked a joint on the way to the hotel, and probably drank at least half a case of beer. By the time we got there I was feeling good. I was also hot and horny, and I wondered if it was obvious.

Inside the hotel, I looked around and noticed that there were gorgeous men everywhere. I was glad I had picked the black dress; it made me look sexy. I knew then that by the end of the evening I would be sucking someone’s cock. I just didn’t know whose.

The wedding reception was very extravagant, with ice sculptures and little gifts for all the guests. The dinner seemed to go on forever, followed by hours of dancing. The bar was open, and all the liquor was top notch. I drank Vodka and tonic and smoked a couple of joints. Any time I wanted to smoke, all I had to do was go out to the car, and Sal would have a joint ready. I always remembered to take a drink with me to keep my spirits up.

On my way back to the party after one of these excursions I ran into Paul, who I had dated about five years ago. He quickly drew me into his arms and kissed me solidly on the lips. “How the hell are you, Tracy?”

“Paul, how have you been?” I said. I was barely able to form the words. My mind was spinning from the pot I’d just smoked, and from the suddenness of seeing Paul again.
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