Big Cat Leggings, Ch. 02

Big Cat Leggings

by Fidget

Chapter 2: Cheetah

Amy was still buzzing with arousal when she arrived home that evening. Stepping out of her car and walking down her driveway to get the mail, the sound of weights clanking drew her attention to the garage of the house next door, where her older neighbors’ son Brad was working out. Brad was on a track and field scholarship to the local university, and Amy appreciated the way his tank top and gym shorts emphasized his wide shoulders and rippling muscles as the young man continued his workout.

Her mail forgotten, Amy felt herself drifting over to the garage next door, her lusty body drawn to the youthful masculinity on display like a moth to the flame. As she walked over, she began to rub her hands up and down her silky, spandex-clad thighs, like she always did when she was getting horny. “Hi Brad, are your parents home?”

Brad looked up from the barbells he was curling, momentarily confused by Amy’s unfamiliar appearance before recognition dawned on his surprised face. “No Amy… uh, Ms. Stevenson,” the boy corrected, looking her up and down. As young as she was, Amy loved being called “Ms. Stevenson”, and she felt herself getting even wetter at his obvious interest in the new, curvier body she was displaying for him.

She toyed with the low neckline of her blouse, enjoying the sight of his eyes dropping hungrily to her chest. Little did he know that she was hungry too. “Do you know when they’ll be back?”

“No, Ms. Stevenson. They should be gone for a few more hours, at least. You.. uh, you sure do look different today. Those tights are, uh, really colorful, and that shirt looks good on you.”

“This old thing?” Amy asked casually as she pulled her plunging neckline even lower, disguising the motion as adjusting her top, and revealing even more of her creamy, lightly-freckled cleavage to the hormonal young stud in the process. “I do like wearing it, but I’m always worried that I’m going to just pop right out of it,” she laughed as she pushed her breasts together with her upper arms, demonstrating just how poorly her blouse hid her swollen tits, still braless from her tryst with David earlier that afternoon. They threatened to spill out in front of Brad’s wide, eager eyes, which suddenly looked like they might just pop right out of his head as well.

“I’m glad you like them though,” she said, letting him know that she knew precisely what he meant by his compliment. “That reminds me – would you mind coming over to my house for a few minutes to help me with something?” she asked, cocking a carefully plucked eyebrow at him so that he would know exactly what she intended, as she shamelessly pushed her tits even further up out of her blouse for him.

His face took on the anxious look Amy loved to see on all of her prey, but the overwhelming need to sow his wild oats in his unexplainably hot, MILFy neighbor had sent hot blood throbbing insistently through his body, and so he nodded and began to towel off the sweat from his workout as Amy turned back toward her house.

As she led the eager cub back to her den, Amy briefly wondered if she should really be seducing the neighbors’ kid, especially since she knew that she was only doing so because the changes the leggings had caused her in mind and body. Still, Brad was an adult, and was responsible for his own decisions. One more look back at his delicious physique made up her mind for her, and as Brad gave in to his own lust for her body and began to follow her to the house, his eyes locked onto his mature neighbor’s thick, bouncing ass, every line of which was shown off to perfection by her tight Calico leggings. He managed to convince himself that this was only a social call, but as Amy bent over to unlock her front door, his honorable intentions flew out the window. A light patch of fabric in the crotch of her bright, colorful leggings was clearly outlining Amy’s swollen vulva, which they both now knew that Brad would soon be sliding himself into.

Once inside the house, Amy felt a brief flush of irritation at seeing that Brad was still taller than she was, but she knew how to bring him down to her size, and wasted no time in opening her blouse for the young man. The sight of her heavy, pendulous breasts had the same effect on Brad that they had had on David, and seconds later he had bent over, and was sucking and groping as Amy began to squeeze his cock through his tight athletic shorts.

Finally having her prey exactly where she wanted him, Amy led her enraptured young lover over to the couch, freed his throbbing erection, and pulled him down on top of her. His hard, muscular body felt just right against the soft tissue of her curves, and she could tell that Brad was enjoying himself as well as he continued to grope her willing, mature body. Amy felt him instinctively probing and searching with his cock, and though the leggings were still between Brad and his goal, he couldn’t help but rub himself against the soft material nonetheless.

Brad continued to slide his cock against the smooth fabric covering her pussy, the slight tingling sensation he felt in his dick somehow making him even harder, and filling him with a greater need to thrust himself into the tempting Amy, who, while still intimidating and powerful, was also soft, inviting, and receptive. “Ms. Stevenson, your leggings feel, uh, really good.”

“They’re about to feel even better,” she responded huskily, gently grabbing his dick and lining it up with the hidden hole at her crotch. The smooth, pleasurable sensation engulfing the head of his cock was too much for Brad to resist, and he felt himself instinctively sliding further into the tight hole, wrapped in soft fabric, until he finally found himself inside the slick, wet embrace of his MILFy neighbor’s pussy. Brad wasted no time and began thrusting vigorously into her, overwhelmed by the powerful sexuality of his neighbor’s seductive body as Amy exerted her will over his own, directing and shaping his youthful strength for her own pleasure. Her prey was helpless to resist, and Brad felt himself driven closer and closer to orgasm by the slick friction of her tight pussy.

Amy’s body was on autopilot as well, and she continued to slam her crotch against his as that thick, throbbing cock finally started to scratch the deep itch that had initially driven Amy to such wanton behavior, and would inevitably do so again.