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The Skinny Jeans
I've recently been introduced to one of the girl's "guilty pleasures" -
tight, "skinny" jeans. REALLY tight jeans. I am hooked - it is now one of
my most favorite girly things to wear.
It all started on the recent tropical vacation. We've stayed at a place
rented through Air B&B - private residence that owners were renting out
when they are not there - and in my room, in the closet, was a treasure
for a cross-dressing sissy - a big heap of sexy girl's clothing!
Underwear, dresses, shorts, skirts, and a few pairs of really tight,
skinny, stretch jeans. All clothes were tiny, the girl, whose things I
shamelessly went through (blush) was petite, but I am not big either, and
some of the things did fit me - tightly - just the way I like it.
The jeans were all turned inside out - later, I understood why. They
looked so small, the tag had size 1 on them, but they were stretchy... The
first chance I got to try them on was late at night, when everyone went
to bed. Shaking with anticipation, I donned a pair of her sexy white
thong panties, and, turning the jeans right side out, started to pull
them up my shaking legs.
It was quiet an effort - they were so small, so tight, so sexy... I
stretched them up my legs, marveling at their compression, until I made
it to my upper thighs. I tucked my penis in, all the way between my butt
cheeks, pushed in the hanging bits, pulled the panties over, and, panting
from the effort, stretched the jeans over my hips, with enormous effort
closing the tiny zipper and buttoning three vertical buttons.
As I straightened up, I swooned with the incredible feeling of tightness
in my crotch and all over my legs - it felt and looked INCREDIBLE! My
genitals totally disappeared! The tight, stretchy fabric compressed my
male bits into a sexy-looking mound, and my slender legs looked like the
jeans were painted on them! I started to walk and moaned uncontrollably -
with every movement, the tightness of the jeans applied insanely
pleasurable pressure directly to my tucked and compress penis! I could
cum just by walking in those! But there was so much more in store for
me... When I tried to sit down, I had to master all my self-control so not
to wake everyone up with my horny moans - the pressure increased ten-
fold, and sitting down was so intensely pleasurable! All I needed to
deliver an overwhelming amount of stimulation to my imprisoned in the
tight, stretchy material genitals was to flex my thigh muscles - just a
little bit, and I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to muffle my
uncontrollable moans...
I donned a cute, tight, pink top from the pile, and walked around the
room, enjoying and savoring every movement, unable to take my eyes and
hands off my sexy, slender legs. I already knew the I would not be able
to give these up, and the thought that I have at some point to take these
off made me sad... Riling in constant pleasure, I understood why girls love
to wear them - man or woman, having your genitals compressed to tightly
and massaged with every movement, every tiny flex of leg, stomach or
crotch muscles was like constant masturbation, keeping the wearer at the
edge of the orgasm, out in the open, for everyone to see! I realized that
the next time I'll see a girl in tight jeans pressing her knees together,
I would know that she is simply playing with herself!
It was late, and I needed to get some sleep, but there was no chance I
would want to take those gorgeous, tight sex toys off my legs, so, with
some effort, I climbed into the bed as I was, jeans, pink top, and spent
another hour or so constantly edging, trying to fall asleep, until,
exhausted but still incredibly horny, I drifted off to the dreamland,
where I was walking in those tight jeans, top, heels out in the street,
feeling lewd stares on my smooth compressed crotch, long slender legs and
tight butt, waking up periodically to move my legs, feeling the tightness
and the restraints of the garment and falling back asleep with a horny
smile on my lips...
I woke up in the morning, with the shreds of my last sexually charged
dream floating through my head, feeling my morning wood straining
wonderfully against the taunt fabric, pushing it's way between my butt
cheeks, but running my hands over my crotch revealed no bulge - just a
tight and sexy female mound. I laid in the bed, running my hands over the
incredible tightness of my legs, flexing the thigh muscles, delirious
with the joy and stimulation until, finally and unstoppably, I crushed
over the edge and screaming silently into my hand came violently, without
touching myself, just from the pressure of that wicked garment, just like
a girl would.
The orgasm was so strong, that I think I passed out for a few seconds. I
came to, hearing the sounds from outside my room - it was time to start
the day and end my sex adventure. For now, anyway. I released the
straining buttons and the zipper flew open from the pressure. The only
way to take the jeans off was to pull them off my legs like stockings -
now I understood why all her skinny jeans were turned inside out - so now
were mine, and from this point they were MINE, I would never give them
up! The orgasm was dry (again, like a girl), so there was no need for a
cleanup. Bonus!
When the wonderful vacation came to the end and it was time to leave, a
crazy idea popped up in my head. I decided that I wanted to wear those
jeans for the trip home! My regular lights slacks would hide them well,
and the local airport did not have body scanners, so the thought of
spending next twelve or so hours trapped in this exquisite sexwear in
public excited me so much that it outweighed all other concerns. So, with
everything packed, I put on my "trophies" - sexy, white thong panties and
the beautiful, tight, restraining jeans, tucking myself as far back as
possible, buttoning the stretchy denim prison and pulling my light slacks
over them. In the mirror, I saw noting suspicious, with just a tiny
exception of the crotch area, which looked... well, empty, for a man. I ran
my hand over it - it felt empty, too. I felt like a girl, wearing men's
pants. Still hardly believing that I am going to spend my entire trip
back like this, I grabbed my bag, and we were out in the heat of the
tropical sun, with my heart beating faster than usual.
Every movement now was sexually stimulating. I moaned a bit climbing into
a taxi - bending and sitting down became a sexually charged ordeal. The
road to the airport was spent in a fog, feeling my privates like I've
never felt them before, there, but gone, inaccessible, but constantly
stimulated. I mastered all my self-control to try to behave normally. A
simple task of walking had become a sex act, and several time I was
forced to slow down or stop, pretending to fiddle with my luggage, or
else I would cum right there and than, in the middle of the crowd. In the
airport, I saw several cute girls in really tight jeans, just like mine,
and I smiled knowingly, looking at their compressed legs, butts and
crotches, knowing and feeling exactly what they felt.
I passed through security with no incident, though bending down to take
my shoes off did force an audible moan out of me, prompting a puzzled
look from a guy standing next to me. If only he knew...
Another discovery - stairs! There were a couple of flights of stairs the
I had to negotiate, and, fighting against the tightness of the jeans, I
stepped in the first one... On the second one, I had to bite my lip and try
to contain my moans, as the alternating pressure of walking up the stairs
had me panting from overstimulation... I had to take a small brake after
the first flight, so I would not cum right then and there...
Then there was sitting (moan) at the crowded terminal, waiting for the
boarding, flexing my thighs, worrying that people will see the bottoms of
the tight jeans showing below my slacks...
The first flight was four hours of pure joy. I spent four hours
pretending that I was asleep, while flexing my thighs, keeping me
constantly on the edge, so torturously close to climax, not even
fantasizing about anything, just feeling the pressure and stimulation...
Being so close to climax for so long drove me mad... I was amazed how
little effort was needed to deliver so much stimulation, and, again,
smiled at a girl in tight jeans sitting nearby.
She smiled back, looking a bit flushed.
During the switch to the connecting flight on the mainland, I got a nasty
surprise - we had to go through security again, and this time there WERE
body scanners! I had no choice but hope for the best and go in, raise my
hands and wander, what will they see on the scanner. Will they pull me to
the side for a patdown? Take me to the private room for a more intrusive
search? A thought of somebody else's hands going up and down my
compressed legs made my flattened penis twitch in its tight confinement.
But, thankfully, nothing happened and I was waved through. So, next trip,
I am thinking, jeans? ;)
A couple of hours lounging around the crowded airport, suppressing the
moans that tried to escape from me with every move, a couple more hours
on the plane - my legs were getting tired from constant flexing... being on
the edge for so long is exhausting, yet still I did not want it to end.
This was just too much fun! I always though that, if I were a girl, I
would ONLY wear pantyhose and short skirts, but now I had a new favorite
item of clothing I'd want to flaunt my sexy ass in!
Landing, taxi, home - the trip was almost over. I arrived exhausted and
horny, but before I took my new favorite sex toy off, the wonderful
garment had another revelation in store for me. Undressed, left only in
the jeans and a shirt, I sat down on a chair (moan), and remember the
girls sitting in the airport in those tight jeans with their legs crossed
knee-over-knee. Not a comfortable position for a man because of all the
"extra" bits, but for a girl with flat crotch in tight jeans... With some
effort, I have put my knee over the other - and almost fell of the chair,
as my genitals were now compressed even more than before, no flexing -
just constant, torturous pleasure! I sat there, moaning, afraid to move,
riding the constant wave of stimulation, wandering how those girls could
sit there looking so calm, while being so wonderfully stimulated! Then
another thought occurred to me: I remembered girls sitting not only with
their legs crossed knee-over-knee, but also with one foot stuck behind
the calve of another, seemingly weaving their legs together - I always
though it looked very sexy. I wanted to try it! If just crossing the legs
in those jeans turned me into a whimpering, horny mess...
I strained against the tight sheathes holding my legs in their firm grip
and slid my right foot behind the left foot's calve - and in a few
seconds was gasping and crying in the throws of an orgasm that was
continuously building in me for the past twelve hours! Sobbing like a
little horny slut, I had to hold on to the chair so I would not fall
over, perched in my precarious position, riding the constant wave of
uncontrollable orgasm, once again, brought not by touch, but by the
pressure of those wonderful jeans, and lasting, and lasting, and lasting
and not letting go of me!
When it finally released me back into the reality, I, still panting and
sobbing, gently disentangled my legs and almost crawled to the bedroom.
Laboring to pull my new favorite piece of clothing off my tired legs, I
noticed that the last orgasm was also dry... I smiled pulling the pants off
my legs, turning them inside out in the process and leaving them to lay
in a sexy heap next to my bed, exhausted but satisfied and happy about
discovering this wonder... From then on, every time I see a girl in tight
jeans, I smile knowingly and think of that trip, the experiences, and the
next time I am going to put my stolen tight jeans on... and may be go out
for a sexy walk?
Finishing this story, I lean back and flex my thighs - just slightly, but
even that small effort is enough to make me gasp, feeling the waves of
sexual pleasure traveling through my body, originating in my flat, smooth
crotch, compressed by a pair of small, tight, skinny jeans... I wander what
the size 0 would feel like...
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