The Joy of Windsurfing by Latexi Joy of Windsurfing - Part2 Bastard. I hadn’t even wanted to try windsurfing but he said I must. He’d bought me the wetsuit. Very black and very expensive, he said; with ‘convenience zips’, he said. Convenient for what, I asked, and I believe he almost blushed! So here I am, changed, cold, ready to go and now a text message. He can’t come. No apology, no explanation, just ‘Susan and Paul will take care of you’. ...
The Joy of Windsurfing by Latexi I’ve always enjoyed wearing wetsuits. Always black and always slightly too tight, but the thought of combining my private fetish with an actual sexual encounter was just one fantasy too far. Until, that is, I met Susan and Paul. Both tall and very fit, I had met them windsurfing on our local lake. Their skill on the water was obvious to all. Equally obvious was the tone of their muscular bodies, revealed rather than hidden by the skin-tight fit of their wetsuits. I wasn’t surprised that I should find Susan’s figure so alluring. No one could fail to be attracted by her firm breasts encased in tight neoprene, her body threatening to break free of its rubber bonds at any moment. What did surprise me though was how often I found myself glancing at Paul. The shiny black rubber wrapped around his chest and his muscular thighs, but most often I caught myself admiring his tight ass, flexing as he carried his board back and forward to the water. ...