A man thinks of sex every fifteen seconds, Yu thought as he walked down the street. Numbers kept him focused in his mind. This number he had heard somewhere and thought about as he walked. That is four times a minute, two-hundred forty times an hour. And a couple thousand time a day. Did that include when he was asleep? It does not say how long he thinks about sex, either. If I spend more than fifteen seconds picturing something sexy how does that count? Maybe it is just an average? How much time does a man spend really thinking about sex? How would someone ever be able to determine that for sure?
Yu suddenly felt another blast of pleasure ripple through his spandex body. It almost made him stumble in his step and trip into traffic. The frequency of these blasts had made him decide to skip taking the short drive to Lydia's house. Instead he had opted for the lengthy walk. Whatever was causing the tingling was unpredictable and Yu did not want to end up in the ditch. Even so, the walk was difficult enough.
The feelings came and went but they were fairly frequent; two or three times each minute. At first he had given in and stroked his erection surreptitiously to get the full effect from the tingling. His spandex had gone from tight boxers to capri-tights down his leg and the waist had run up to the bottom of his ribs. His abs had become rock hard and molded to near perfection while his legs were taking on the look of a strong track athlete. Yu had tried to imagine himself fully clothed in tight spandex from the neck to his feet with a strong, athletic body. He could use this body to play sports better than ever. But that idea fell through when he realized he would have to do it nude and with a massive erection for everyone to see.
The only one that would see his body like this was Lydia. She would get to see him in all his spandexy glory right before they jumped into bed and she rubbed her whole body over his soft, shiny skin. There was a tug at his penis to let him know that the spandex had moved. A little more of his body was turned into the deep-green that he could only guess at. This thinking of anything but sex while his body was trying to get him to the one place he knew he was going to have a transformative experience, was hard.
Another blast of pleasure while he rounded the corner to Lydia's home. His body ached with need. Yu wanted to touch himself and touch someone else. He wanted Lydia to touch him. He wanted this to be over. Because in the ending it would be the best he ever imagined. His body wanted to run but he forced himself to walk. He would maintain control right up until it was taken from him.
Yu knocked on the door as another wave of pleasure hit his body. This one lingered and the tingling seemed to play around his body. It started in one spot then moved to another keeping him guessing and keeping his body wiggling and shivering with delight. His body slid beneath his clothing helping the tingling by cause other feelings to add to the pleasure. He would have whimpered if he knew how.
The door opened to Lydia with her hair up in a playful ponytail and a long t-shirt that covered any other clothing she may have worn. She looked half-naked and frazzled with flushed red cheeks. It looked like she had spent the morning waiting for Yu by doing things to herself that one only did in private. She smiled big and her eyes were hungry for his body.
This time Yu did whimper. But only just a little.