[MF] Velour Tracksuits are Sexy!

TLDR: I am incredibly turned on by women wearing velour tracksuits and talk about why using a stories from my sexual past.

I’m hoping that the title of my post was able to grab your attention haha. This story (more like a coffee induced stream of consciousness) is going to attempt to describe my fetish for velour tracksuits and talk about where it came from and why I am turned on so much by an article of clothing. I’m ready for all the jokes (cue the George Costanza references) and understand where they’re coming from, if you can’t laugh at yourself then who can you laugh at. However, I believe that what I outline provides a good explanation for something that initially seems outlandish (and the sex parts aren’t bad either BTW). In the past I have enjoyed sharing some of my sexual experiences on Reddit and the best part is always the feedback/comments whether they be positive, negative, confused, etc. So without further ado….

For as long as I can remember, the sexiest thing a woman can wear for me isn’t a short skirt, expensive lingerie, or a dress that fits her perfectly – it’s a velour tracksuit (yes, the same tracksuits that Paris Hilton made famous lol). This simple article of clothing can make a woman go from plain and dull to salacious and irresistible. Seeing a woman draped top to bottom in soft, plush, velour turns me on like nothing else. The way the material envelops her body in tight comfort but at the same time accentuates all of her curves with its softness is one of my favorite sights to behold.

To me, when a woman wears one of these outfits out she projects an irresistible aura of sexy confidence. She’s out in what is basically her pajamas saying – “Yeah, I just waltzed out of bed this morning and I still look hot as hell! Do you see how great my ass looks in these pants?” This confidence will almost definitely translate over to the bedroom. A woman who can rock this outfit will also be able to rock your world.

Although I enjoy the look of these outfits, that does not compare to how they feel. Cuddling with a woman wearing a velour tracksuit is an experience that is second to none. The texture of the material is ideal for cozying up next to your partner – smooth and soft, relaxing yet titillating at the same time. I’ve had many “boring” nights in turn into wild sexual romps all because a girlfriend decided to put on her velour sweatsuit before settling in for the night.

The prelude usually went something like this – we’re both exhausted from a long day and put on our favorite sweats, she nestles up against me and we get comfortable on the couch. I’m tired but cannot help myself from wanting to touch her and explore everything that I know her body has to offer. Eventually I give in and my hands begin roaming slowly over every inch of her – subtly at first and then increasing the pace. My fingertips are ignited by the wonderful, soft, inviting sensation of the velour fabric secured snugly against her. It amplifies all of my senses and every touch, every caress feels twice as good as the one before. She begins to feel my hardness build and knows how turned on I am getting. She loves the fact that although we’ve made love hundreds of times I am just as invigorated as the first time. She coyly adjusts herself so that her ass begins to pressing up against my hardness, the stark contrast of her soft smooth ass asserting itself against my throbbing solid erection drives us both wild. We being to kiss passionately and our love-making commences. As our clothes begin to come off, my cock brushes up against her velour pants. The feeling of the luscious plush fabric teasing my cock along with the heat emanating from my lovers body creates a feeling that is pure ecstasy. It makes my cock pulse and twitch, pumping it up even harder and filling me with sexual passion. If she felt this good on the outside, then it’s almost unimaginable how good it would feel inside her. This kind of foreplay would happen often with an ex of mine and it lead to some of the most exciting and passionate sex I’ve ever had.

Although I never explicitly came out came out and said “it turns me on more than anything when you wear your tracksuit for me”, my most recent girlfriend started to catch on a little bit. She would make comments like “you really must love when I wear these sweatpants, we always end up having amazing sex when I do”. I would nod slyly and mention that it must just be a coincidence. I wanted to explain it, but the timing was never right. I never got the chance to explain it to her, so instead I want to explain it to the internet. The two reasons below are interconnected but it makes sense to bring them up in this order:

1. The early 2000’s was tracksuit mania. All the hot sexy female celebrities at that time were constantly out getting photographed in their (now infamous) Juicy Couture Tracksuits. The early 2000’s also happened to coincide with when I was 10-13 years old and going through puberty. I recall looking at pictures of these celebs in magazines (and on the homepage of AOL.com lol) and getting those first “Ahhhh what’s happening to me” feelings down below. I think at some point the connection got made in my brain that velour tracksuits = sexy. The events below only strengthened and solidified that connection….

2. Erica – Erica was my neighbor growing up and the two of us would always walk to and from school together all the way from grade school through the beginning of high school until I got a car and could drive us. We weren’t in the same group of friends but always got along well and had good conversations on our walks – she was shy/reserved and in the band, whereas I played sports and was operating under the assumption that I was “cool” (hahaha – good one). It was January of my senior year when I looked at her and thought “Wow – Erica is really pretty”. I guess I had never really looked at her that way before and you could say that she was a late bloomer. At first I quickly dismissed the idea of trying to date her, but it kept popping back up in my mind. I liked this girl and we got along great; I could deal with my buddies ragging on me for dating my “nerdy” neighbor for the last few months of school. Time was running out so I decided to go for it and went in for a kiss when I was dropping her off one day. She was definitely a little surprised, but kissed back. We both pulled back (in a “what just happened” kinda moment) but then immediately went back in for more. There was definitely something there and things were on at this point.

Things started moving quickly with Erica. From our talks I knew that she had never dated anyone before and had little to no experience with guys. I know that she was the type to do a ton of reading online and am guessing that she had read a lot about sex. Let’s just say that she was more than eager to test out what she had read. She seemed to be especially curious about the male anatomy, I know because my penis has never been touched more than it was the first week I started seeing her and I don’t think it ever will again. She was so fascinated with just playing with it, getting it hard, watching it explode and then trying to repeat that process as many times as she could in one afternoon. It was great because we lived right down the street from each other and she started coming over almost every day after school. My basement was finished so it gave us a relatively private place to hangout.

One afternoon my mother – god bless her soul – decided to venture into the basement to offer us some cookies that she just baked (and probably to see why the neighbor was now coming over every day). Normally I am a BIG fan of freshly baked cookies. I don’t think I can even think of a scenario when I wouldn’t want someone to come offer me cookies, besides right then when Erica was sitting next to me with her jeans around her ankles…fortunately we were able to hastily cover things up with a blanket (at least I think we did). It was a near disaster that we avoided. Later that night (on AIM, rest in peace) we came up with a strategy on how this would never happen again.

Part of the strategy involved wearing clothing that could come on and off very quickly/easily. Belts were a major liability. I’ll never forget picking up Erica the next day and her walking out of her house in a [blue Juicy Couture tracksuit](https://imgur.com/a/ceesH). She looked incredible and the fact that she was wearing that outfit for the sole purpose of hooking up with me later made it all the more exciting, I could barely contain myself at school. Another thing I’ll never forget is seeing her in that same tracksuit getting down on her knees to give her first blowjob. What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. She told me before about how she really wanted to know what cum tastes like. When I eventually did cum in her mouth she just sort of held it there, swashing it around a bit and getting a taste before swallowing it all up. She let me know that the taste was much better than expected, but that she’d need to try it a few times before she could decide if she really liked it. I was more than up for that.

As it turns out, Erica had an entire closet of velour tracksuits and sweatpants that she’d wear every time she was planning on “hanging out” at my house after school. I swear she had every color in the rainbow and needed all of them because she was coming over almost every day. Over the next few months every time I’d see her wearing her velour sweats, I’d instantly get excited. Not just regular excited, I would get high school guy “I’m totally gonna get some later” excited. We would even joke around that she had her “hook-up outfit on today”. Looking back now, I was pretty much trained like one of Pavlov’s dogs to get instantly aroused at the sight of anything velour.

Things continued to move very quickly. Erica was determined to learn how to give a good blowjob so she got in as much practice as she could, meanwhile I was focused on figuring out how to give her as many orgasms as possible before my parents got home from work. She wanted to lose her virginity before college so we started having sex. It was nothing spectacular at first but by the time May rolled around we were fucking like rabbits in heat. We were all over each other wherever and whenever possible I literally still can’t figure out how my body was producing all that cum, at this point I should’ve been firing off blanks, but Erica always knew how to turn me on and get more out of me. It was like she wanted to prove that I should’ve started seeing her earlier and that we needed to make up for lost time.

I think that the rapid pace of our sexual exploration contributed to my love of velour tracksuits even more. When I see a woman wearing one, I tend to assume that she is a sexual dynamo. Aside from the fact that I love the way they look, I have this idea that the woman wearing a velour tracksuit has a slutty side that she is just dying to let out. Similar to Erica who went from a shy, nerdy virgin to an insatiable sex goddess who was trying to fuck my dick off every afternoon, all within a 4 month span and sporting a sexy velour outfit almost every day during that time.

So there you have it folks – I hope you enjoyed reading and were at least somewhat entertained. I’d serious like to hear from anyone (guy or girl) who shares a similar love of velour tracksuits. After years of scourging the internet, I’ve only been able to find less than a handful of people who share a similar kink. For those who care, Erica (not really her name) and I continued our escapades until we both went off to college in the fall. One of us has always been in a committed relationship pretty much since that summer, so the timing has never worked for us to re-kindle the flame. NBD we still consider each other friends and will always have some great sexy memories.
PS – writing this got me thinking about how mysterious human sexuality is. How small, seemingly inconsequential, events and details can shape your sexual behaviors. It’d be interesting to hear about some other not-so-common fetishes/fantasies AND why you think they appeal to you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7qzlp3/mf_velour_tracksuits_are_sexy