New Pants, New Fun

This is the story of how a new pair of faux leather pants gave some joy to a summer afternoon a few years ago, 

I was working on improving my outfits at the time and saw these pants online in some cheap Chinese website. They looked a lot like leather and the reviews were great (same for the price) so why not... I got the package very soon in the mail, and stared at them: so small! I couldn’t help but wonder how I would fit (and look) in them. It was a somewhat secret purchase since it was a burning hot summer and I didn’t exactly want to explain to my family why I had that kind of fabric, which led me to quickly hide my little bag in my room after locking my door “to take a nap because it was too warm outside”.  

The excitement overtook me and I had to try it on: I quickly slid my shorts away from me and checked myself in the mirror. They were hugging my curves and waist perfectly: my ankles were a bit more exposed that what I had imagined, but considering how it fit like a glove, there was absolutely no complaint. I moved left and right, my hands sliding over my hips up to my waist, then down again to my butt... I got lost in a sort of haze feeling that fabric (and myself) until I realized I was grabbing my own ass with one hand while the other was moving around my chest area... it’s as if the pants were flaring up something in me. I knew what I wanted to do now - checked my lock before anything else, and moved again to the mirror, conveniently facing my bed. My face is flushed with anticipation and my tank top soon flies away: I need to feel my chest more, something is poking my bra and my fingertips can’t help but pinch them, roll them... the bra becomes obsolete as well as all underwear. Having those pants clinging to my skin everywhere is exactly what I needed and of course, it felt way better once they did. Having only the pants and nothing else made me think that besides looking good, I could also be having fun despite the boiling heat. And something close to be could be just what I need - and it is my pillow.  

Bed in front of the mirror, and pillow between my legs, I make sure to put myself in an angle that allows me to watch myself as I move my hips in waves. A nice surprise hits me once I start moving: there is a thick seam right in the middle hitting my clit. A cheap piece of clothing, poorly finished, ended up being exactly what I needed. The intensity of riding that pillow with the perfect pressure on my clit, and the view in the mirror, sent me over the edge in a few minutes. 

Needless to say, those pants needed to air dry for a while after.