Leggings are so tight.

I put them on. It wasn’t loose fitting like my pants were. They where tight and form fitting. Snug silky fabric like the panties. Always freaking hot when a girl wears them, and I always wanted to run my hands all over the hot women who wore them. You know grab the ass, cup the crotch with your hands, massage the inner thighs. Hot women in shiny skin tight leggings were always awesome. It was making me horny thinking about it.

Finally got them pulled up. Snug and silky feeling. Went to the mirror. You could practically see the veins on my cock as it bulged in the front it was so tight. It showed everything. The lines of the French cut panties on the front. I turned and looked at my ass. Tight fitting on that too, you could probably see my ass hole if I bent over in them.

With that half tee shirt. Things did not look right. If only I had my sweatshirt at least, it would hang down and cover my privates.

I reached down to adjust my crotch because it was hard and throbbing. The sensation through the fabric felt amazing. It was neither cotton briefs, or cotton boxers in jeans. This was amazing feeling even though it was a bit fag looking. The sensation on my legs was turning me on too. I had never felt this before. I was apparently over focused on the sensation of everything I was wearing because I couldn’t focus on anything else.

I had to sexually relieve myself.

I walked into the bathroom connected to the guest room. There was the sink with drawers, the mirror in front of the sink that went from the counter to just above my head. Sharon had the place decked out with mirrors. She even had the anti fog mirrors. She told me she spent extra to put them in I tried to look behind them but they where mounted tight and sealed against the wall, so there was no way to see how they worked. Next to the sink was the toilet. Then space enough to stand next to the toilet and the wall with a full length anti fog mirror and like the sink and all the other mirrors, they were attached and sealed against the walls, then across from the sink and toilet was the shower.

The shower was like nothing I had seen before. It wasn’t an insert tub/shower like what I had at home. It was a built shower with tile. And a glass sliding door. Except it was clear glass. I didn’t like it much I liked the non-see through shower curtains. And she had a mirror again anti fog under the shower head full length having the shower head way above you and out so it pointed straight down on you like when it rains. It had the single handle faucet control to the side instead of directly under it like normal showers, she certainly had it custom made. There was another mirror across from the shower head side so with the narrow direction of the shower one in front and one behind from top of the floor tile to just taller then I was. No matter where I was washing I was looking at myself naked showering in the mirrors. Not sure why that was a thing but it was in her house.

Thought at times I would get into looking at myself as I masturbated. I would even cum onto the mirror when I climaxed instead of into my free hand like I normally would. Even though I would never admit it, it was kind of a turn on watching myself masturbate while showering. There wasn’t an angle in that bathroom where I wasn’t looking in a mirror some place.

I went to the front of the full length mirror off to the side of the toilet I started rubbing on my self through the fabric and silk panties. It was like my hand was gliding over my cock so silky smooth. Yet I could easily feel my hand against my cock though the fabric, this satin fabric felt amazing against my skin.

It was a new sensation for me. I gasped a little as I rubbed due to that new sensation, it was amazing, thoughts of cum’ing in my panties flashed across my mind, rubbing and cum’ing inside of them, wondering how that would feel, but then I would have to change into something a bit more fagish if I did, what I was wearing now was the least fagish of what I had to wear.

I was starting to get into it. But then decided not to cum in them at the moment trying to calm myself down as I didn’t want to make a mess. I pulled them down and finished my session with the standard cock in hand process and cum’ed into my free hand. I produced a lot of cum from that, the sensation form the panties and leggings really helped me get worked up.

I went over and wiped the whole mess into some toilet paper and flushed it away like I always do. Wiped any left overs from my cock and washed my hands.

Put everything back on and walked out of the boathroom.

I opened the bedroom door and the boys bounded in all excited to start the day. Usually with fetch, a run through the woods which surrounded the house, play all day, food, and hanging out.

They ran in and looked at me excited then Red and blue as if catching something in the air started sniffing and ended up putting their nose against my crotch. I blocked them from doing that. They knew when I cum’ed. I knew what my cum smelled like. I almost always smell it before I wiped it off my hand.

“C’mon guys stop judging me.” And I pushed them to the door, and as they always do, they stop trying to smell me and move excited to the next activity.