This is the first part of a small series around my summer dance experiences in high school. I received my leotard, and it showed off more than I expected. One thing lead to another, and I had a memorable masturbation session.
I enrolled in a recreational summer dance program to see if it was something I wanted to focus more time and effort on once school started. Lots of different styles would be sampled, and while it was structured, it was still super friendly and casual.
The studio included their branded lilac camisole dance leotard as part of the program's enrollment cost. Sizing was kind of an ordeal. Mum was helpful and took measurements at home. Being petite/small-framed, I matched with a Youth/Girl size instead of an expected Women's size. Just to be sure, I went to the studio for a formal measurement. They confirmed that I should be wearing the smaller Youth/Girl sizing for “a snug and confident fit”.
When the leotard arrived, I was so excited to try it on. It did fit snugly and comfortably, and I was relieved that the sizing seemed to be spot on. Stepping in front of the mirror, however, several things were immediately obvious.
My nipples were protruding moderately while standing at rest. A super-thin liner up top helped somewhat, but it looked to be designed for less-developed breasts.
My mound was quite accentuated by the leg lines. Its shape was well-defined, and there was no denying its presence, even from a distance. Also, any amount of pubic hair would definitely show, so gotta stay bare.
My slit was visible! It wasn't an uncomfortable camel toe thing; it just seemed like the nature of the fit, which did feel good.
I bent over and looked at myself in the mirror from between my legs. The material adjusted and thinly outlined every detail of my pussy.
My bum was adequately covered, but it didn't leave much to the imagination either.
I wore the leotard for my mum, and “very nice” was her only feedback, but it was rather dark in the room. I asked her if it was too revealing, and she said “no, they're supposed to be like that”.
I discreetly called the studio for information and described vague concerns. They stated that, unlike the Women's sizes, the Youth/Girl's leotards had some differences:
Instead of having a built-in bra, the girl's leotard was limited to a shelf-bra liner only, for modesty.
Instead of having reinforced, thick cotton padding in the crotch/gusset, the girl's leotard had an un-padded gusset. It was the same thin spandex as everywhere else.
They asked me some questions about the fit in various places, and they confirmed it is as it should be. Apparently, it's "mostly girls", and “nobody notices or cares about those sorts of things”.
While I waited for summer to come, I wore my leotard around the house and practiced stretching in my room in front of a full-length mirror. The longer I wore it and stretched, the more obvious my pussy seemed to become. It wasn't long before my mind made the leotard kind of sexual, and I decided to have some fun in it.
I sat on the floor in front of the mirror and spread my legs far apart. I slowly and gently brushed my fingernails over my slit and clit. In this exaggerated spread-out position, my labia naturally parted and flared against the fabric. My pussy pressed against the strained gusset, and I progressed to rub familiar circles over the area. Wetness surfaced from my arousal and instantly soaked through the delicate layer of unlined spandex. Losing myself in the pleasure, I continued to rub away. My fingers were now very wet and re-positioned to focus attention higher. Engorged and free from its labial blanket, my clit protruded up into the thin material. Rubbing it alone was a wonderful new sensation, with the addition of the tight leotard applying pressure all around it. An orgasm rushed through my body like no other. I gripped my crotch with one hand, while using the other to stabilize myself. I closed eyes and leaned back as pleasure radiated through me. “Mmmmmmmmmm” was my stifled vocalization to keep others downstairs from hearing.
Coming down from my orgasm, my leotard was thoroughly soaked. The wet material clung cooly and awkwardly to my skin. It was very difficult to peel off. Only a small amount of fluid made a very noticeable wet spot in the spandex. I later tested this with a few drops of water, and the result was significant.
Most surprisingly was that stretched, wet spandex is essentially becomes transparent! The lilac color mostly disappears when wet, and the compromised leotard offers only a bit of textured screening to what lies beneath. The different pink shades of my pussy were clearly distinguishable as well as all of my intimate folds and flaps against the fabric. When the material isn't stretched, but wet, it's still way more revealing, but it's not entirely see-through.
I routinely practiced stretching in my leotard in preparation for the summer program, which also included frequently masturbating in it as well. The stitching held up rather well to all the unintended rubbing and soaking of the area. The unlined spandex material of the crotch/gusset started to show some wear and became a little thinner than the already thin fabric around it. My pussy only became more obvious through the fabric from the amount of stretching, masturbating, and laundry the leotard had to endure.
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