I'd found some bridal dresses in a cupboard, all boxed and in tissue paper. I'd spent some time being aroused by images of lingerie in the Kays catalogue, and enjoying playing with my early erections. I definitely found playing with the satin material while fantasising about the lingerie clad lovelies in the catalogue highly erotic.
One bored day, when no one was home, and I'd spent a while playing with my boner, I decided to see what it would be like to try on one of the dresses....
oh my! What a divine feeling! Prancing around the house with a small tent at the front of the dress. Though due to fear of being caught and lack of of opportunity, this didn't happen often enough.
It wasn't hugely dissimilar to this style, perhaps more bust/cleavage,
not that I could fill it with anything other than socks though!
Then, one night, something new happened.... My first 'wet dream'!
I can still, even after all this time, remember a good portion of the dream. There was a girl at school, who unlike the other girls, wore her skirt a little shorter than usual, and also didn't wear the usual wooly tights, but wore hold-ups, which very occasionally would get flashed, revealing a tantalising glimpse of naked thigh. Oh, I had a major crush on her.
Well, this dream was something about me having seen her in a neighbouring town, and had me following her around, hoping for a glimpse of flesh. Then she saw me following her, and beckoned me to catch up as she crossed the road near the bus station. I quickly caught up, and reached out for her outstretched hand, only to stumble, and somehow my hand touched her thigh, travelling up to the nakedness of her leg to her uncovered thigh.... That's when I woke to discover myself coming for the first time ever.
I've always had a big thing for stockings and tartan miniskirts ever since....
The cheekier, the better!
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