First Leotard-Wearing Experience

[Like Ra]

[quote="shawnslimegreen" pid="72868" dateline="1712343890"]
the real life in eastern block was definitely nothing one has to be looking for.

That's not what he's looking for. He's fantasizing about having to wear leotards in public, not about having to enjoy funny governments 😉

[shawnslimegreen]

the real life in eastern block was definitely nothing one has to be looking for.

That's not what he's looking for. He's fantasizing about having to wear leotards in public, not about having to enjoy funny governments 😉

Who of us hasn't ever fantasized about having to wear leotards in public? Ideally around girls our own age dressed the same? :3

[spandextuffer]

My first leotard experience was about 10 years ago, when I bought my first black lycra/cotton leotard in a local dance shop after continuous searching for it.
But, as I love a look of 80's style and didn't ever try pantyhose/tights, I tried it over my black shiny leggings. That gave me feeling of lycra that covered almost entire my body: what a fantastic feeling that combo gave to me!
After discovering such a beautiful and affordable leotard models which Leohex offers, I ordered a one for a test, just to feel a 'true'-spandex (without any cotton) leotard on myself.
It is shiny-blue with the gray stripes and three red lines on each of its sides of body and sleeves (I think, it's just a replica of one of the Realise models).
Just after I received my parcel with it, I tried it, and it was almost impossible to get in due to its back zipper (at that time it was very unusual to me, but I have enough trained flexibility though).
For now, it's one of my favourite leotards which I have in my little collection of lycra stuff.

[MermanPet]

It is shiny-blue with the gray stripes and three red lines on each of its sides of body and sleeves (I think, it's just a replica of one of the Realise models).
Just after I received my parcel with it, I tried it, and it was almost impossible to get in due to its back zipper (at that time it was very unusual to me, but I have enough trained flexibility though).
For now, it's one of my favourite leotards which I have in my little collection of lycra stuff.

I also have this leotard. Unfortunately it is small. But still I wear this leotard sometimes.

[shawnslimegreen]

The first time I got to wear a leotard, I must've been about 12 or 13, but my interest in them technically started a lot earlier. I think it was around 2008 if not earlier when I found myself fascinated by the sight of girls and women in one-piece swimsuits and leotards, probably around the time of the Beijing Olympics. Just the sight of one of my classmates in a one-piece or leo would instantly have me developing a crush on her, hell, just hearing the word "one-piece swimsuit" or "leotard" mentioned would give me the puberty shivers running down my spine. When other boys were looking up "big boobs" and "hot sexy ladies" on the internet, I was searching for pics of gymnasts and girls in one-pieces. It wasn't until I was lucky enough to witness a gymnastics performance at my local town fair; one where both boys and girls were curiously and clearly wearing matching purple girl's leotards, and the boys were clearly not thrilled about it, that I realized, "Whoa, boys can wear those too? I gotta try that...."

Asking my parents was out of the question, it was a fairly simple process to snag my mom's green floral one-piece one day when she was out of the house. Leotards were significantly harder, as I had no easy way of getting to the gymnastics center that sold one. I ended up befriending one of the gymnast girls in my middle school class, hopefully with a chance to come over to her house and maybe coaxing her into letting me try on a leotard. The bad news was that sadly she quit gymnastics shortly before I got to come over to her place, so I never got to see her wearing one up close, the good news is that she now had a whole box of leotards destined for the donation one. I snagged a lime green peace sign one from GK and absolutely loved it. It was lighting across my skin the first time I slipped it up my legs and wriggled it over my hips to settle over my shoulders and crotch, tugged tightly but not uncomfortably into a more feminine shape by the gentle squeeze of the leotard. Hiding it under my pillow, every instance I had alone to myself at the house, off came my clothes and on went the leotard. As I got braver and sought increasingly thrill seeking risks, I would go out into the backyard and do some very amateurish "gymnastics" routines right where the neighbors could see, even locking my clothes in the house, so I would have no way of covering up in a panicked hurry if anyone ever came outside. I even took the unnecessary but thrillingly dangerous risk of doing my homework in the bedroom and then the living room lying on my stomach on the floor with my back facing the door, kicking my feet in the air behind me, so that if anyone came in, they'd be certain to see me before I saw them. It was unbelievably stupid, borderline masochistically so, and I can't believe I was never caught.

[Iniga]

For me it was in modern/ballet dance class first year in high school. I only had sweat pants, gym shorts and leg warmers when I started. I was the only AMAB person in the class in the beginning. One of my friends/class mates gave me a leotard which was too big for her. I loved it. After a couple of initial snickers, people shrugged it off. Bought my own after that and discovered leggings & dance tights.

I stopped dancing in college, but still wear similar body/swim suits for cycling, mostly as a base layer. I wish Amoresy would make these with short sleeves (against sunburn) :

   

Similar to this MJINM model:

   

[XXY]

My first experience was in high school. I was in year 9. There was a display in the mail hallway of all the sporting achievements and such, there was a dark blue long sleeve gymnastics leotard pinned to the wall. I remember thinking everytime I passed it, I really want to wear that!  

One day, during school, the hallway was empty. Not a soul in sight. My heart was racing and I remember thinking it’s now or never! So I prayed open the plastic window thingy and ripped it off the wall and shoved it into my bag. I quickly made my escape and made my way to the toilets. I locked the cubical door and sat on the toilet and waited to hear if anyone followed. 

No one did!

I took it out of my bag and held it up. This thing was a work of art. It was made of soft dark blue velvet material. It had sequins that formed into a pretty flower and had a single white stripe from the crotch that twisted to the shoulder. I put it on and I remember slipping in the arms and feeling absolute bliss. It was tight but not too tight, just felt like a whole body hug. I felt it pulling up on my crotch and I instantly went hard. I knew this wasn’t the place for me to feel the pleasure of wearing this icon of my life. So I put my school uniform on over it want walked to the public toilets away from the school. There was an abandoned house behind it. I thought I could walk around in it there. 
So that was my destination to start my life long journey. 

I got to the destination and took my uniform off. Standing alone in the back yard, the sun was shining and made the sequels glisten. I was shining with delight! 

Then it happened!

I took one step and the movement felt like I was going to explode and that, I did. Without touching myself, I unloaded what would be not only my first time wearing a leotard, but the first true orgasm of my life!

I layed down on the grass and soaked in my own filth haha but the whole time felt nothing less than pure. 

I still reminisce of this and have told my girlfriend about it… she thinks it hot hehe 😊

[stickle1]

Hi UK newbie here. This is my account of my first leotard experience.

I was 11 years old and its the start of the school Easter holidays, 1968. I arrived home last day of term to discover I had picked up the wrong PE kit bag. Instead of my shorts and vest, the bag contained a black long-sleeved leotard and a pair of white knee high socks.

Being the person she was, my mom said "Don't worry, I'll wash them and you can take them back after the holidays and explain what happened". So the bag was left in the upstairs cupboard ready to be washed but something had stirred in my brain so I managed to retrieve the bag and hide it under my bed.

I waited until I thought it was safe before opening the bag and taking out the leotard and socks. At this point I had no idea what I was going to do. I had watched the girls in PE and thought leotards looked OK but this one was different. It wasn't until some time later I discovered that this leotard was made from some form of thin nylon and not the traditional thick cotton. I picked it up and felt the material, sort of stretchy with a very slight sheen to it, it felt wonderful and I knew then that I had to try it on.

I took off my pyjamas and put the socks on first. My hands were shaking as I picked up the leotard. How do you put it on? There was no zip, just this top opening. Which way round did it go? I put it back down on the bed, smoothed it out and saw that one edge was lower than the other. Light bulb moment, that must be the front.

Pulling the top wider, I as on the bed and put my legs through the opening and started to pull it up my body. It was a bit tight but the feeling was wonderful as it still is to this day. I got my arms in and stood up straight, I was wearing my first ever leotard. I ran my hands all over my body feeling this wonderful garment and then noticed the bulge. I had had the facts of life talk from my parents and had a couple of wet dream but this was something else. I jumped back into bed, put the pillow between my legs and rubbed my self up and down. It didn't take long.

The leotard and socks went back into the bag and the bag was returned to the washing basket. I'm not sure if my mom noticed anything but if she did, she never said a word. The bag and it wonderful contents were returned, washed, to their rightful own after the holidays.

Now all this happened in 1968 so the story has probably been enhanced over time by my vivid imagination but the basic facts are true. I would like to thank Janet Johnson, wherever she is, for "lending" me her leotard. I never looked at her in the same way during PE lessons after that.