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Nylon and Lace
"Well, I know it will be difficult to take this story seriously or as true happenings, it will seem far fetched and made up. I know, I know. It is however the story of my sexual awakening. The story of how I grew up to be what I am. I do not pretend to find psychological explanations or even less biological ones to my being. It is just how life happened and how it is now.
I was sixteen years old, a good looking boy, quite effeminate but I don't think it was my fault. I was tall for my age at 5' 2, had a very slender body, with a tiny 21 waist, long, very long legs and small feet. My legs, beside long were very shapely, very feminine, my butt, not wide but protuberant, my chest narrow with very un-boyish, larger than possible areolas and pencil eraser size nipples.
My face was pretty, I can see that in my photos of the time, quite girlish, with big blue eyes, small straight nose and a big mouth, with huge, very full lips. I wore my black hair long, as it was the vogue of the time, a little longer than shoulder long. Cut in a page like manner, a little shorter in the front than in the back.
Besides all of these, I was and am, very well endowed. Even at that age, in the mornings I was already 7.
This was a summer in the mid 1990's, and my parents were on vacation for one month in Europe. My lovely aunt Sally and her brother Sandy were house guests, or my sitters. Whatever.
I will describe them, as they come in the story, but suffice it to say that they come from the same tree, they were are and gorgeous people, inside and out. Also, they were as horny and liberal as could be. Maybe a bit too much, maybe a bit degenerate.
I came Friday from my last day of school, I just have finished 9th grade, there was going to be a party tonight. Hey we just have finished junior high, and in Mexico this is a big deal.
I had plenty of time, I had lunch that was served to me by the maid, and then went to my room. I was fifteen, I was horny. I sneaked into my father office and began rummaging through his things, found a couple of Hustler magazines and took them with me to my room. Pretty girls, good looking boys, nice action. But to be honest, from page one, what grabbed my attention were two things: one the way girls dressed, if you can call it that, with gorgeous, soft, skimpy lingerie, and the action when boy girl were together. I specially liked to think of what the girl was feeling in those pictures, how she made the male feel. Believe me, that day, I really did not think of me as gay.
No, but. I really would love to know how did it felt to be covered with those silky, caressing clothes. Those sexy, skin tight garments. Well, I had a real hard on. So, I think, why not give it a try. Mom has a lot of lingerie I can try, no one will know. If I soil it or get it dirty in any way, well, I can wash them in my bathroom in the morning and put them back, clean and dry in the afternoon. Good idea.
So, I went into my mom's closet, rummaged through her lingerie for a minute, and came with a nice pair of pantyhose, and a lace bodysuit. Got back to my room in a rush, and stuck them under my pillow. Next thing in the agenda, get some liquor before the sex session. I went down stairs again to the bar. There were at least fifty bottles of wine and booze to choose from. Hey, I never drink, a glass of wine on a dinner sometimes, maybe a cocktail on a birthday or new year's eve. The truth, I do not have a clue of what to take. So I go for the easy one. Got a bottle of rum, and two cokes from the fridge.
I went upstairs, got in my room and made me a rum and coke, drank half of it before doing anything else. I'm a little high now, and looking through the magazines I'm getting a lot hornier. I get naked, and looking at my reflection in the mirror get hornier. I really like my body. I have almost no hair, my armpits and pubis are just beginning to show signs of it, that is something I do not like. I get a razor, which my dad gave me for shaving my beard, and has not being used yet, and got rid of the few traces of unwanted body hair. I get in the shower, and get a long warm bath, followed by a nice rub of keri lotion, my body is smooth, soft. My dick is as big and hard as it gets in the mornings. I go back to my room, and slowly, deliberately slip into the pantyhose, taking my time feeling as the soft cloth hugs and caresses my legs, my butt, my crotch. Then I put on the body suit, it is a little small for me, the better, as it hugs my body, caressing my chest with little leftover for breasts, encasing me in soft, delicious lace. My reflection on the mirror is misleading, there it is a nice looking girl, with a huge bulge in the crotch. I wish I knew hot to use make-up. I know I would look terrific as a girl.
I walk around my room in front of the mirror. Every step is a caress, the pantyhose rubs my legs, my butt, my crotch. The bodysuit takes care of my torso and rides deep inside the crack between my butt. I try to get my dick in between my legs, make the bulge less noticeable, when I succeed I feel exhilarated at my image in the mirror, and with every step I take, it feels like a hundred little fingers are massaging my cock. I am dripping, my crotch is very, very wet.
I try to reach my cock from behind, I get a surprise, I can and at the same time, I can rub, caress my ass, and that feels, well, it feels fantastic. I drink a second rum and coke, and get kind of drunk. I love the feeling of myself in those clothes so much I do not want it to end. I have jerked off before, I know if I do it now, the feeling would be lost, at least for a while, I do not want that. I get in bed, drink a third rum and coke and frolic around the bed for a while, feeling the soft caress of the garments in my body, rubbing against the bed sheets. Before I know, I fall asleep. "
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