Speedo Fetish

Speedo Fetish

It was an unusually hot day and I had decided to take a dip at the pool. I grabbed my bag and headed to the changing rooms. As I opened the door and salivated over the cool air that greeted me, my eyes immediately fell on him. I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw him standing there with nothing but a skimpy Speedo, barely covering his manhood.

He was tall and muscular, his body toned and tanned from hours spent in the sun. His Speedo was a vivid turquoise and looked even skimpier against his golden skin. His full lips were curved in a smirk and his bright blue eyes sparkled mischievously.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he strutted across the room, greeting each person with a smile or a nod. I was mesmerized by his movements and the way his body seemed to move so gracefully in the water. I wanted to touch him, to feel the heat radiating from his skin and explore the contours of his body.

My fantasy was soon interrupted by the sound of the pool attendant announcing it was time to get in the pool. Not wanting to miss out on the chance to get closer to him, I quickly changed into my Speedo and followed him into the pool.

The water felt amazing as we swam side by side, our movements synchronized as if we had rehearsed it. We barely talked, yet our eyes spoke volumes as we looked at each other hungrily. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and explore the depths of his lips.

We stayed in the water for what seemed like an eternity until the pool attendant announced that it was time to get out. As he climbed out of the pool, I couldn’t help but admire his toned body and tight Speedo. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body and feel what was beneath the fabric.

We made our way to the showers and I felt a surge of electricity as our skin touched. I couldn’t help but press my body against his and feel the heat radiating from his skin. His manhood was hard against my thigh and all I wanted to do was feel the heat of his arousal and explore the depths of his desire.

My fingers traced the outline of his Speedo, dipping inside to explore his body. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer as he leaned down to kiss me. His tongue darted inside my mouth, tasting me, exploring me and making me feel alive.

I felt myself melting in his arms as his hands moved down my body, exploring every inch of me. I wanted to feel what was underneath his Speedo and finally get a glimpse of his manhood.

As if reading my thoughts, he pulled away and slowly peeled off his Speedo. I was mesmerized by the sight of his firm body and hard manhood. I felt my heart skip a beat as he pulled me close and I felt his arousal pressed against me.

We quickly moved to the bed and I felt my body being consumed by pleasure as his hands and lips explored me. His tongue teased my nipples and his hands moved up my thighs and found my clitoris. His fingers moved rhythmically over my clitoris, sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

He then moved down my body and started to lick and suck on my inner thighs, working his way closer to my sensitive area. His tongue felt like liquid fire as it explored my tightness, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I felt my body trembling with anticipation and my legs start to quiver.

He suddenly moved away and started to explore my other areas, his lips and tongue moving up and down my body in a way that drove me wild. He then returned to my sensitive area and began to lick and suck it in a way that made my body explode with pleasure. I felt my orgasm building up and finally I could no longer hold it back.

The sensations were so intense that I felt myself reaching a new level of pleasure I had never experienced before. I felt myself being consumed by pleasure as my orgasm swept through me and I screamed out in pleasure.

When I came down from the high, I looked up and found him looking at me with a satisfied smirk. I knew then that I had found someone who could give me the pleasure I desired and I knew that I would never look at a Speedo in the same way again.