05 Sep 2024, 20:22
(This post was last modified: 06 Sep 2024, 08:21 by fiftysometing.)
Hello, everyone!
Longtime lycra enthusiast here... my earliest memories in the 60's had me daydreaming about wearing tights that I saw little girls wore. I was always jealous of them. I remember being given a coloring book at a young age with kids in them, and I would ALWAYS color the legs of the girls in tights. I got a crush on a girl in 6th grade primarily because she started wearing pantyhose under her skirts and dresses at school.
As I got older, one of my older brothers was involved in drama when he was in high school, and he was in some production where he had to wear thick black tights with trunks underneath them. When he moved out, he (inexplicably?) left them in his dresser drawer, so of course I took them. They were heavenly and I wore them often to bed. When I finally reached high school, I got involved in drama myself and we put on a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream where many cast members wore tights and leotards as part of their costumes, including guys. Sadly, I didn't get selected for a part and ended up working on the tech side, so of course I was insanely jealous of the guys (but couldn't let anyone know). After the production was done, I did manage to "procure" a set of leotards and tights from the drama dept. storage and take them home. It was my first leotard and I was definitely hooked.
Over the years, I went through the same binge/purge cycle that many of us have. In my 20's, I met a young lady who loved wearing shiny black spandex leggings (this was in the 80's) and of course she caught my eye. As we dated, I decided to purge again because I didn't want her finding my stuff at my apartment. Later, though, we started working out together at my apartment to Jane Fonda videos and the like, and to my delight, she suggested I start wearing a unitard. I acted casual about it, but of course deep inside I was thrilled. I waited awhile and then finally bought one and she loved it on me. We worked out that way for a long time and I slowly added to my collection, but nothing crazy.
After we married, we continued to work out together and she seemed open to me expanding my collection, but it was still just unitards. One day, we stumbled upon a dancewear shop that was going out of business and they had TONS of dance tights (mostly shiny) on clearance at ridiculously low prices. We bought a huge collection of them, and we agreed to get about half of them in my size, in every color you can think of. It was amazing. When we got home that night, we both wanted to work out in our new tights. I was dressing in the bedroom while she was in the bathroom. I a
eady knew that just sheer tights weren't going to be enough and that I was going to need a leotard... so I called out to her through the bathroom door, asking if I could wear one of her leotards over the tights. She said, "sure, whatever you want" and I just about passed out with excitement. I opened her drawer and pulled on a yellow tank-top number. The fit was a bit tight (she's smaller than me) but exquisite. I got hard immediately. She walked out of the bathroom moments later in her leotard and new tights, took one look at me and grinned. She came up to hug and kiss me and told me how she could see I was turned on. She seemed surprisingly happy about it! We did our workout together and made love afterwards. I was then certain I had hit the jackpot with this woman.
Over the course of the next couple years, I bought my own leotards to work out in, and sometimes we'd work out together and sometimes I'd work out alone when she got home from work late. Roller-blading was big back then and we both bought blades and would go skating on nearby hiking/biking trails, and I would typically wear a t-shirt over a unitard. It was about this time that I could tell she was starting to get less enthusiastic about my dressing, but she never complained. Occasionally I would wear them to bed, and I think it was at this point that she knew it was becoming an obsession. Little did she know that it had been an obsession for my entire life and I was just repressing it.
After a few years of marriage, she agreed to sign up for a jazz dance class with me. She knew I wanted to do it specifically because I wanted an excuse to wear lycra in public, but she was willing to do it for me and was supportive. Less than a month later, before the class had started, she got pregnant. She didn't want to take any chances with the baby, so she decided to back out of the class, but was still willing to let me go alone. So I did, typically wearing a t-shirt over a long-sleeved unitard, and that over a thong leotard and tights. Occasionally I would wear a pair of patterned leggings over the solid-colored unitard, back in the day when leggings were not really the "thing" they are today. I think most of the handful of women in the class, including the instructor, suspected something was "up" with me, but they never said anything. One time on a warmer day, I didn't wear a unitard but just a t-shirt over patterned leggings, which were over a thong leotard and tights. Thong leotards were just hitting the scene at this time and few women were wearing them, and none in this class. The one I was wearing was a little small for me, and as we were moving about in class I could tell feel it riding up my sides and crack while my bottom layer of leggings had come down a bit. Of course, this is the one day that the instructor was having trouble seeing if I was moving my torso properly, so she asked me if I was wearing a unitard and could take off my shirt. I just shook my head no. I couldn't do it. She would know I was wearing a thong leotard if I did and even though I knew she suspected something was up with me, that was a bridge too far. Lucky for me, she didn't insist even though I'm sure she could see the outline of the tank leotard straps under my shirt. She had to know I had a unitard or leotard on underneath, even though I shook my head.
Beyond that, I enjoyed the class each week and my wife asked me about what I learned when I came home each week as well... but interestingly didn't ask me about the reactions of any others in the class, even though she knew I was testing boundaries. It whetted my appetite for more, but that wasn't meant to be.
As our kids started popping out, by necessity my passion went into the closet for many years. I still had a "stash" in a secret location that I would take with me on business trips, and this kept me going during the years when our kids were at home. I developed a habit of working out in hotel gyms in lycra, initially starting very gingerly by wearing sweat pants and t-shirts over a unitard on the way to/from the gym, always with a thong leotard/tights underneath for support of my package. When I got there and was alone, I'd take off the sweat pants and just work out with a t-shirt over the unitard. Over time, I'd get more and more daring and I eventually graduated to the point where I would wear thong leotards over unitards -- with nothing else on -- all the way from the hotel room to the gym and back again, knowing that I was on the hotel cameras while doing so and risking crossing with people on the way to/from, which happened a couple times over the years, but of course was part of the allure of it all. With the full-wall mirrors most hotel gyms have, I would work out and enjoy the sights of myself while doing it. It was amazing. I took many hundreds (thousands?) of photos over the years and will need to post some of them here.
I kept wearing more and more daring and colorful outfits, switching them up every time, and I would time my gym visits to be late at night so that I could typically have the gym to myself. On some rare occasions, someone else would come in and I would just keep working out as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Or course, I could see my heart rate spike if I was on a machine monitoring that. What a thrill!!! No one would ever say anything, though I'm sure they were a bit shocked. Since my travels usually took me to the same city over and over, I found a particular hotel that had an ideal setup for me in terms of gym location and hours. The staff there knew what I was doing for sure because the gym had a security camera in it and I had seen the security camera monitor behind the desk. One time, OF COURSE on the day where I decided to wear a hot-pink thong leotard over a pink long-sleeved unitard, the manager walks in to the gym with an employee while talking about this-and-that and goes over to do something with the water dispenser. They said nothing to me, nor I to them, and were only in there for a minute or two, but it seemed pretty clear to me that they just wanted to see this sight in person that they had been seeing on the cameras and perhaps send a message to me that they knew what I was doing, even though I had to aeady know that from the security cameras seeing me. But they never tried to stop me because I never did anything improper -- I just came in for my workout, did it, and went back to my room. I was just clothed VERY unconventionally.
As our kids grew and started moving out, I would wear lycra to bed most evenings. Our kids were trained from a young age not to come into our bedroom when the doors were closed, so it was always safe to do so. AFAIK, they never discovered my fetish. There were certainly never any hints that they had, anyway.
Eventually, though, it got to where my wife really didn't want me to do it anymore. Even though our love life was still solid, she ultimately told me it was a turn-off for her, even though earlier on she was very supportive. Although she never gave me an ultimatum, she did want me to stop buying and wearing. But I simply could not do that. By that point, it was a very ingrained part of my being. She let me persist, and we are still married, but our love life has died off -- though I think the lycra part of it is not really the reason.
Anyway, I've stayed fit all these years and even though I don't travel on business anymore like I once did, I "discovered" leggings a few years ago, and as someone who hikes as part of his fitness regimen, and still having a pretty fit body at my age, I now wear leggings whenever I hike, almost always in the evenings when the trails are quieter. I happen to think my legs look pretty good in tights, even today. I have a routine of taking pictures of myself in every single outfit I wear while hiking and since my collection is VAST (I have over 2,000 pair of leggings... yes two THOUSAND, not mention hundreds and hundreds of tights, leos, unitards, and zentai), I have accumulated quite an album over the years. I'll show you just one as an intro here. I've posted some more on a different thread, where I made my first post.
So that's my life story, in brief -- lol. I hope you enjoyed it. Nice to meet you all!
Longtime lycra enthusiast here... my earliest memories in the 60's had me daydreaming about wearing tights that I saw little girls wore. I was always jealous of them. I remember being given a coloring book at a young age with kids in them, and I would ALWAYS color the legs of the girls in tights. I got a crush on a girl in 6th grade primarily because she started wearing pantyhose under her skirts and dresses at school.
As I got older, one of my older brothers was involved in drama when he was in high school, and he was in some production where he had to wear thick black tights with trunks underneath them. When he moved out, he (inexplicably?) left them in his dresser drawer, so of course I took them. They were heavenly and I wore them often to bed. When I finally reached high school, I got involved in drama myself and we put on a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream where many cast members wore tights and leotards as part of their costumes, including guys. Sadly, I didn't get selected for a part and ended up working on the tech side, so of course I was insanely jealous of the guys (but couldn't let anyone know). After the production was done, I did manage to "procure" a set of leotards and tights from the drama dept. storage and take them home. It was my first leotard and I was definitely hooked.
Over the years, I went through the same binge/purge cycle that many of us have. In my 20's, I met a young lady who loved wearing shiny black spandex leggings (this was in the 80's) and of course she caught my eye. As we dated, I decided to purge again because I didn't want her finding my stuff at my apartment. Later, though, we started working out together at my apartment to Jane Fonda videos and the like, and to my delight, she suggested I start wearing a unitard. I acted casual about it, but of course deep inside I was thrilled. I waited awhile and then finally bought one and she loved it on me. We worked out that way for a long time and I slowly added to my collection, but nothing crazy.
After we married, we continued to work out together and she seemed open to me expanding my collection, but it was still just unitards. One day, we stumbled upon a dancewear shop that was going out of business and they had TONS of dance tights (mostly shiny) on clearance at ridiculously low prices. We bought a huge collection of them, and we agreed to get about half of them in my size, in every color you can think of. It was amazing. When we got home that night, we both wanted to work out in our new tights. I was dressing in the bedroom while she was in the bathroom. I a
eady knew that just sheer tights weren't going to be enough and that I was going to need a leotard... so I called out to her through the bathroom door, asking if I could wear one of her leotards over the tights. She said, "sure, whatever you want" and I just about passed out with excitement. I opened her drawer and pulled on a yellow tank-top number. The fit was a bit tight (she's smaller than me) but exquisite. I got hard immediately. She walked out of the bathroom moments later in her leotard and new tights, took one look at me and grinned. She came up to hug and kiss me and told me how she could see I was turned on. She seemed surprisingly happy about it! We did our workout together and made love afterwards. I was then certain I had hit the jackpot with this woman.Over the course of the next couple years, I bought my own leotards to work out in, and sometimes we'd work out together and sometimes I'd work out alone when she got home from work late. Roller-blading was big back then and we both bought blades and would go skating on nearby hiking/biking trails, and I would typically wear a t-shirt over a unitard. It was about this time that I could tell she was starting to get less enthusiastic about my dressing, but she never complained. Occasionally I would wear them to bed, and I think it was at this point that she knew it was becoming an obsession. Little did she know that it had been an obsession for my entire life and I was just repressing it.
After a few years of marriage, she agreed to sign up for a jazz dance class with me. She knew I wanted to do it specifically because I wanted an excuse to wear lycra in public, but she was willing to do it for me and was supportive. Less than a month later, before the class had started, she got pregnant. She didn't want to take any chances with the baby, so she decided to back out of the class, but was still willing to let me go alone. So I did, typically wearing a t-shirt over a long-sleeved unitard, and that over a thong leotard and tights. Occasionally I would wear a pair of patterned leggings over the solid-colored unitard, back in the day when leggings were not really the "thing" they are today. I think most of the handful of women in the class, including the instructor, suspected something was "up" with me, but they never said anything. One time on a warmer day, I didn't wear a unitard but just a t-shirt over patterned leggings, which were over a thong leotard and tights. Thong leotards were just hitting the scene at this time and few women were wearing them, and none in this class. The one I was wearing was a little small for me, and as we were moving about in class I could tell feel it riding up my sides and crack while my bottom layer of leggings had come down a bit. Of course, this is the one day that the instructor was having trouble seeing if I was moving my torso properly, so she asked me if I was wearing a unitard and could take off my shirt. I just shook my head no. I couldn't do it. She would know I was wearing a thong leotard if I did and even though I knew she suspected something was up with me, that was a bridge too far. Lucky for me, she didn't insist even though I'm sure she could see the outline of the tank leotard straps under my shirt. She had to know I had a unitard or leotard on underneath, even though I shook my head.
Beyond that, I enjoyed the class each week and my wife asked me about what I learned when I came home each week as well... but interestingly didn't ask me about the reactions of any others in the class, even though she knew I was testing boundaries. It whetted my appetite for more, but that wasn't meant to be.
As our kids started popping out, by necessity my passion went into the closet for many years. I still had a "stash" in a secret location that I would take with me on business trips, and this kept me going during the years when our kids were at home. I developed a habit of working out in hotel gyms in lycra, initially starting very gingerly by wearing sweat pants and t-shirts over a unitard on the way to/from the gym, always with a thong leotard/tights underneath for support of my package. When I got there and was alone, I'd take off the sweat pants and just work out with a t-shirt over the unitard. Over time, I'd get more and more daring and I eventually graduated to the point where I would wear thong leotards over unitards -- with nothing else on -- all the way from the hotel room to the gym and back again, knowing that I was on the hotel cameras while doing so and risking crossing with people on the way to/from, which happened a couple times over the years, but of course was part of the allure of it all. With the full-wall mirrors most hotel gyms have, I would work out and enjoy the sights of myself while doing it. It was amazing. I took many hundreds (thousands?) of photos over the years and will need to post some of them here.
I kept wearing more and more daring and colorful outfits, switching them up every time, and I would time my gym visits to be late at night so that I could typically have the gym to myself. On some rare occasions, someone else would come in and I would just keep working out as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Or course, I could see my heart rate spike if I was on a machine monitoring that. What a thrill!!! No one would ever say anything, though I'm sure they were a bit shocked. Since my travels usually took me to the same city over and over, I found a particular hotel that had an ideal setup for me in terms of gym location and hours. The staff there knew what I was doing for sure because the gym had a security camera in it and I had seen the security camera monitor behind the desk. One time, OF COURSE on the day where I decided to wear a hot-pink thong leotard over a pink long-sleeved unitard, the manager walks in to the gym with an employee while talking about this-and-that and goes over to do something with the water dispenser. They said nothing to me, nor I to them, and were only in there for a minute or two, but it seemed pretty clear to me that they just wanted to see this sight in person that they had been seeing on the cameras and perhaps send a message to me that they knew what I was doing, even though I had to a
eady know that from the security cameras seeing me. But they never tried to stop me because I never did anything improper -- I just came in for my workout, did it, and went back to my room. I was just clothed VERY unconventionally.As our kids grew and started moving out, I would wear lycra to bed most evenings. Our kids were trained from a young age not to come into our bedroom when the doors were closed, so it was always safe to do so. AFAIK, they never discovered my fetish. There were certainly never any hints that they had, anyway.
Eventually, though, it got to where my wife really didn't want me to do it anymore. Even though our love life was still solid, she ultimately told me it was a turn-off for her, even though earlier on she was very supportive. Although she never gave me an ultimatum, she did want me to stop buying and wearing. But I simply could not do that. By that point, it was a very ingrained part of my being. She let me persist, and we are still married, but our love life has died off -- though I think the lycra part of it is not really the reason.
Anyway, I've stayed fit all these years and even though I don't travel on business anymore like I once did, I "discovered" leggings a few years ago, and as someone who hikes as part of his fitness regimen, and still having a pretty fit body at my age, I now wear leggings whenever I hike, almost always in the evenings when the trails are quieter. I happen to think my legs look pretty good in tights, even today. I have a routine of taking pictures of myself in every single outfit I wear while hiking and since my collection is VAST (I have over 2,000 pair of leggings... yes two THOUSAND, not mention hundreds and hundreds of tights, leos, unitards, and zentai), I have accumulated quite an album over the years. I'll show you just one as an intro here. I've posted some more on a different thread, where I made my first post.
So that's my life story, in brief -- lol. I hope you enjoyed it. Nice to meet you all!
