The figure skating dress

I love wearing suntan or toast colored tights over high cut bikini panties then stepping into and pulling up a pretty skating dress. Once I get my arms into the sleeves and pull it over my shoulders, I straighten out the tiny attached skirt, I’m ready to put on my rollerblades and hit the streets. My hearts pumping hard and the feeling of the cool night air on my Lycra clad body instantly sends shivers down my spine and the most intense erotically exotic sensations from my head down to my toes. My adrenaline kicks into hyperdrive spinning my head round and I need to accelerate to top speed and head to the park. Passing the Whawa gas station and hearing the cat calls from the people hanging around the outside tables gets me weak in the knees as I feel so energized I just want to jump and spin for them. The sensations I get from the tiny skirt fluttering and grazing my upper thighs, hips and butt are so intense for me and knowing that I have no way or place to hide or cover-up what I’m wearing. What if someone that knows me sees me, recognizes me and the word gets around to my sisters and my cousins, my friends, my school? I keep on blading down the commercial strip full of stores, fast food joints etc and the exotic erotic sensations keep building up and I’m literally feeling light headed thinking that I might faint or just collapse until I loose control and fill my panties with stream after stream forcing me to take the next side street to my right onto a side street out of the bright streetlights of the commercial strip. I blade down the middle of the street two blocks then turn left towards the park again. This street isn’t very well lit so I stop at a light pole to rest. I lift my little skirt up to check how much of my spendings might’ve soaked through both my panties and my skirted leotard. Turns out it did saturate a large area but fortunately the major part of the skating dress is black so the wetness is not too noticeable. I’m still around a mile from the park so I blade East toward the park and the exotic sensations are continuing to be intense and fueling my desire to be seen and acknowledged as a guy wearing a girls beautiful figure skating dress and tights in the open for all to see. Do I desire to be humiliated? All I know is that I love the way I look dressed up like this and the sensations I get from my outfit. They are so powerful. A pick-up slows up and travels along side me and it is full of chicks and guys, they cat call and the driver is asking me to pile in with them, they’re headed to the lakefront. I really want to go with them, it would be a great time no matter how it would turn out because I’d be surrounded by girls and a couple three guys dressed up like I am. A dream come true (except for the guys). But I decline the offer because of the massive wet spot. Also I am super excited and I’m sure it shows despite my skirt. I ask to Skitch on the side of the truck and she says right-on. I hope that because of the speed it dries me off.

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