This is an account of a meet I had a couple of weeks ago, every word true and some of the pics and videos on my profile reflect this.
We had been chatting for years about all things lycra, messy and humiliation related but finally he was visiting town. We made some plans, and although our meet would be short, we ensured we had a plan. He was staying at the Travelodge and was busy in the day, and I was busy in the evening so the only time we had was in the morning, the early morning. He is terrible at making decisions on what to wear so I gave him 3 options. These were 1) Wetlook leggings with a blue swimsuit over the top and a T-shirt over that. ( I really wanted to see the swimsuit on the outside), 2) A shiny wetlook black catsuit with swimsuit over and 3) just the shiny black catsuit but with the added fun that there might be some custard or piss added to it. He still couldn't make a decision so after a few pics of what the options were I decided on option 3. This was mainly due to the fact that without the swimsuit covering him, his cock would be nicely visible to me (and others).I was going to wear one of my Amoresy Skinsuits, this time a blue and silver short sleeved one which had already received a large splattering of cum a few weeks earlier from a local chap and a crotch full of spunk where I couldn't resist cumming in it shortly after he came on me. It was therefore rather stained already.
The morning came and I pulled up in the carpark of the trading estate next to the hotel. Wearing only my skinsuit and a white hoody (it was about 2 degrees C outside) I saw him walk round the corner. I think he originally thought I would meet him in his room but I wasnt going to let him get away with that. I wanted to see that wetlook catsuit shimmer in the morning light. He was wearing a zip front hood over the top as he walked towards me. We said our pleasantries, I took a couple of pics of both of us, my huge bulge and his throbbing cock nicely showing in our skintight attire then we went for a short walk. We wandered round a few of the smaller streets, the city slowly coming to life at 6.45 in the morning then headed towards one of the main roads. At this point he had unzipped his top and was clearly showing off his shiny body, getting braver with each step. We continued our walk back towards his hotel. The busy commuters not phased by these two strange guys walking along the street in some questionable skin tight attire. As we entered the hotel it was sadly deserted, into the lift and up a few floors to his room.
As we had previously arranged I immediately took off my shoes and hoody and took my place laying on the bedroom floor face up, I knew what was coming my way. Due to the catsuit not having a crotch zip he required an outfit change. Out of the shiny black catsuit and into a nice one piece swimsuit. He changed in front of me ensuring I got a good look at his nice meaty cock and even gave it a little run as he went. On when the swimsuit and I couldn't resist touching myself. I was running my hands all over my shiny lycra clad body and bulge as he did the same. I could see his cock growing in the swimsuit, this made mine grow too, straining under the tight shiny spandex. It wasnt long before he whipped it out, his hand sliding back and forth slowly, I could see precum on the tip. My god it looked amazing, so thick and juicy. His intensity grew and it wasnt long before hot streams of his thick warm cum were exploding onto my chest and crotch, each white blob sticking to my shiny lycra and making its mark. I decided to take over from him and reached up taking his cock in my hand. Slowly I stroked it, getting the last of that cum out, ensuring none was wasted. My hand now a little cummy too, I wiped it across my chest. The deed was done. I was now a sticky spunky spandex mess.
It was now gone 7am and I needed to get to work. We knew we didn't have long and the time flew by. I put my shoes back on and gathered up my top, unable to wear it otherwise the cum would soak into it, so instead rolled it up under my arm, grabbed my phone, said thanks and headed out the door. There I was standing in the corridor of the hotel, rooms all around me, wearing nothing but a tight spandex skinsuit, my cock bulging out and a splattering of cum all over my front. There was no one around and while the thought of being caught is a huge turn on, my adrenaline was up and I headed for the exit. I needed to get back down to the lobby to exit and I had to make a decision, take the stairs or take the lift. Both would likely be quiet at this time of day but the lift had the chances of a) not knowing if anyone would be in it when the doors opened and b) spending 30 seconds with them if there was with no way to hide the dirty deed that had just happened. The stairs were a safer bet, no one ever uses the stairs and meeting anyone would be a quick whizz past them. I went for the lift.
It was empty. However as I exited at the ground floor there were half a dozen people in the lobby. All minding their own business but I still had to walk out. I was clearly a distraction and I could see out of the corner of my eye a few people looking up. I think they were noticing the outfit more than the cum. I exited and walked into the street. As I stood to take a few pictures I could see people still looking, after all who really takes selfies at 7am in front of a travelodge! I continued my walk back to the car, the streets now getting busier. I even passed a few people on foot, too polite to say or do anything but I could see the sly little glances across at me. I got back to my car and took stock of the situation. I was wearing nothing but a cum stained lycra skinsuit, I was in the middle of a car park (for some reason I didnt park at the edge) with no privacy and no public toilets near by. My only option was to go to work. I pulled on some trousers and threw on a t-shirt and top. I immediately felt the cum attach its-self to the T-shirt. I made sure I looked presentable and headed into the office. I was the first one to arrive, I could have got changed. However for some reason I didn't. I made sure I was dressed appropriately with no odd bits of lycra on show, neatened myself up and got on with the day. At around 10am I went to the toilet, a task which now required a cubicle and a bit of contortionism to get my cock out of the chest zip and discovered the cum had pretty much all dried into a nice cum stained pattern over me. I finished my business and continued the day. I have no idea if anyone could smell the cum or wondered what the odd smell was or if I flashed my lycra at any point. But I didn't care. I had received another hot load of cum over me and that was all that mattered.
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