After stuffing my package into the white speedo, I realized as I was doing this that the suits I had favored and collected over the last couple of years were all cut low on the hip, had a pouch that featured my package, and was narrow on the sides. All were solid colors and not prints, with exception to a couple suits that had a conservative multi-color blend. They were what we called Japanese Speedos. This white suit showed the outline of my cock as it laid compressed, facing down on the left side of my balls. Getting wood in this suit could not be denied. There was no drawstring either making the elastic hip band flexible and easily accessible. Of course, that's why I bought it so my lover could unwrap the package. For a minute I thought to myself, "Why am I so excited about my speedos?" Without a blip in the thought cycle, I answered myself, "It's because you still look good in them and it turns the ladies on." I then realized I was getting my confidence back that the Ex had somewhat damaged. Katy was all over the suits which made me feel good.
Katy emerged from the bathroom butt naked, her hair now a bit damp but flowing. She looked at my crotch and said with eyes wide open, "My, that one makes you look even bigger," as she grabbed her white suit and wriggled in to it. Her nipples peeked through the Lycra and even dry, I could see the Areola against her tan skin. I gazed down at her crotch and her mound swelled out so nicely fitting and complimenting her bodies curves.
As she walked past me towards the door, she wiped her hand over my bulge and said, "let's go fix dinner, and then we will see about desert." My cock instantly swelled with only the tight material restraining his exuberance.
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