Keeping Fit

I don’t know what you’ll all think of me for this, but here goes.  Physically, I’m so fucking lonely right now. No Kate. I’m not surrounded by hunky guys from Uni, I live in a village so quiet that watching the traffic lights change is an exciting event, so there’s no chance of a one night stand. So when my ex phoned, I invited him round for lunch. I had the house to myself, and I’m a very good cook, although on this case, I did cheese and ham toasties.  We chatted, just as friends, and he asked me what I’ve been doing all morning. Since I was dressed  a leotard and leg warmers he could have guessed!  So I showed him the studio. Music equipment down one side, a recording studio booth along one end wall, mirrors and a bar along another wall, and a lovely sprung floor.  He looked around and sniffed. “Wow.....you’ve definitely been working out!” (Instant blush) Then I realised I hadn’t even showered before he arrived......THEN I realised that sweat wasn’t the only thing he could smell. You know those silences when each wants to say something but no one speaks? We had one of them! I wanted to tell him to fuck me through the floor, and he wanted to ask me to take my leotard off!  I broke the silence by telling him about my first term. I got to the skyclad bit and his ears (and his cock) pricked up! “What, they have you all dancing naked?” I told him yes, although that was only for four days, and in single sex groups. In the summer term, there will be a mixed gender module lasting six weeks. “Won’t all the guys get erections?” Well, I can think of several who will, but only because of the other guys! But yes, I imagine it’s possible. The lecturer concerned told us that natural physical responses are part of the dance. (Yeah....right!)  Another awkward pause. I’d like  to see you dance. Yet ANOTHER awkward pause.  I stood up, and put the music I’d been using on and danced for him. It felt much easier after my morning warm up, although the chees and ham toastie sat a bit heavy in my stomach.  For a few minutes I was actually lost in the dance! Then I realised he was masturbating. I stopped, walked over to him and took his hand from his cock and placed it between my legs....hot, sweaty and wet as I was. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and began to wank him as he fingered me pulling my leotard side to do so.  It was just like old times and felt as natural as anything. He found my g spot almost immediately which made my pelvis curl towards him. His dick felt solid and velvety in my hand and I knelt down in front of him. Just as I was about to take him in my mouth he stopped me. “Becky....er....you better not. Anna and me....we fucked earlier.” I locked eyes with him and took him deep in my mouth tasting both him and her.  As I sucked him I licked further down his shaft and tasted more of her.....I could definitely lick her if I got the chance.  Then it was my turn. Flat on my back, him between my legs teasing my clit and fingering me at the same time. I’ve realised that I love being naked, but I also love having sex while clothed too. There’s something delicious about having panties, or in this case a leotard pulled to one side....it gives it an urgency....an eroticism, somehow. I pulled him up me and he entered me in one movement. Ohhhh fuuuuuuck....I’d forgotten what a cock feels like! I’d forgotten what HIS cock feels like. And the way he fucked me....it was never fast, furious and about only his pleasure. He fucked me never taking his eyes from my face, watching every reaction, bringing me close then backing me off, again and again until I wrapped my legs around him and came hard. In the same moment, I felt him spurt inside me which only kept me going longer. I admit, the leotard was right across my clit which helped. When he withdrew from me, I felt the leotard slip back into place....well....nearly....and when I moved, I felt his come flood out of me into the crotch......oh how I love that feeling!  He was always a double shooter though. And I could see his cockwhile not fully hard was a long way from being soft.  So I leaned my back against the mirror and pulled him towards me so I could reach round and masturbate him. As I did so, I told him all about Kate. “......and then, I got to between her legs and got close to her cunt. She was so wet, and smelled divine. I licked her from her hole to her clit and back again, letting my tongue slip inside her.” He groaned. “Then I pushed two fingers deep up her cunt, but I had special plans for one of them. Once they were nice and wet, I pushed one up her arsehole, leaving the other in her twat.” Thats s far as I got. I felt him hold his breath, something he always does when he comes, and then that familiar pulsing sensation as he sent a rope of cum across my studio floor, followed by two more. They weren’t as spectacular as the load he shot inside me, I guess, but not bad for seconds,.....well...thirds, since he had fucked Anna that morning.  We walked back to the house, and spent the rest of the afternoons just talking. We agreed that he would talk to Anna about a threesome, and more Skype. I told him that I would talk to Kate about Skyping with both him and him and Anna.  All the while, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs.....a sensation that I love to pieces!  In my bathroom later, I showered with the leotard on, before taking it off and washing his cum out of the crotch. There are some things I don’t think my mum is ready for, and a heavily sperm stained leotard is one of them!  I fell into a very satisfied sleep, but not before I decided that when I’m back at Uni, I’m going to need to find some cock from time to time, and that may cause Difficulties with Kate. Still, can’t help that. A girl needs what a girl needs.