A Play Day
My wife disapproves of my hobby, although, in recent months, she has allowed me to wear silky camisoles and long nylon stockings for medical reasons. To be truthful, I have exaggerated the need, but they do genuinely help with some scar tissue on my chest and legs. Recently, my hold-ups caused a blister on my thigh, and She Who Must Be Obeyed suggested I start wearing old-style stockings, and she gave me a suspender belt from her old clothes drawer. Ill wind and all that!
However, serious dressing is still taboo. I haven't had a chance for months. Then, she announced that she would be going out to Nottingham for a day. Did I want to come too? I said no, she should enjoy the day with her friends.
On the day, I dressed in 15 denier black nylon stockings, not the 60 denier my wife had bought me, a black lace suspender belt (my own purchase) and a black satin camisole under my usual clothes. I drove her to the station and waited for her train to depart.
Then it was home and on with my black full slip, black control panties, pink Directoire knickers and a frilly pink half slip with white lace trim. My male dressing gown quickly followed these because the postman was at the door. How much he saw, I don't know. It was thrilling, though, to think that he might be getting an eyeful. Postman gone; it was on with an old DVD of Ladies in DKs. I came very quickly, without much rubbing of my sissy clitty. I came so soon that I couldn't free my clitty from my panties, and I filled them with lovely warm sissy spunk juice.
I cleaned myself up, had a coffee and changed into my gold satin French knickers, a white nylon full slip and a blue satin half slip. More clitty massage through the layers of nylon and satin. Now, watching Jean Renoir's 1955 French Cancan, there are lots of flashing frillies. This inevitably led to a very stiff clitty (two, in a few hours, at my age!!!). I spurted again!!
Another clean up and into my blue slip and blue knickers. This time my clitty was beyond performing, but I enjoyed an hour or so of soft "ladies and gentlemen in lingerie" pornography. Then She Who Must Be Obeyed sent a text announcing her imminent arrival at the local station.
Play Day Over, but it was fun while it lasted.
However, serious dressing is still taboo. I haven't had a chance for months. Then, she announced that she would be going out to Nottingham for a day. Did I want to come too? I said no, she should enjoy the day with her friends.
On the day, I dressed in 15 denier black nylon stockings, not the 60 denier my wife had bought me, a black lace suspender belt (my own purchase) and a black satin camisole under my usual clothes. I drove her to the station and waited for her train to depart.
Then it was home and on with my black full slip, black control panties, pink Directoire knickers and a frilly pink half slip with white lace trim. My male dressing gown quickly followed these because the postman was at the door. How much he saw, I don't know. It was thrilling, though, to think that he might be getting an eyeful. Postman gone; it was on with an old DVD of Ladies in DKs. I came very quickly, without much rubbing of my sissy clitty. I came so soon that I couldn't free my clitty from my panties, and I filled them with lovely warm sissy spunk juice.
I cleaned myself up, had a coffee and changed into my gold satin French knickers, a white nylon full slip and a blue satin half slip. More clitty massage through the layers of nylon and satin. Now, watching Jean Renoir's 1955 French Cancan, there are lots of flashing frillies. This inevitably led to a very stiff clitty (two, in a few hours, at my age!!!). I spurted again!!
Another clean up and into my blue slip and blue knickers. This time my clitty was beyond performing, but I enjoyed an hour or so of soft "ladies and gentlemen in lingerie" pornography. Then She Who Must Be Obeyed sent a text announcing her imminent arrival at the local station.
Play Day Over, but it was fun while it lasted.
1 year ago
