Seduced By Lingerie

There was always something about female underwear that fascinated me, and nylon especially. I couldn’t resist from touching the synthetic fibre, and feeling that electric twinge of excitement, causing my young cock to stir. My mother had very little in the way of attractive underwear; mostly beige bras and knickers, and definitely nothing as exciting as a pair of stockings! She adorned her legs in thick tan coloured tights whenever she wore a skirt or dress.

I would spend my summer holidays with my grandmother, and it came to my teenage attention that her wardrobe was full of much more interesting lingerie. A lot of it from her younger days that she could no longer fit into, and a great deal more exciting than bras, pants and tights. My curiosity was piqued after setting eyes on her wonderful collection, and I awaited an opportunity to become better acquainted with those gorgeous undergarments.

That presented itself one rainy midsummer’s morning as my grandmother departed to run a stall at the local church jumble sale, stating that she would be gone for several hours. As soon as she was out of sight, I entered her bedroom and made a beeline for her wardrobe. As I opened up the wooden doors, the smell of stale perfume and freshly laundered clothes combined to elevate my senses, and my eyes wandered lustfully over her delicates, hanging neatly in a row on the rack. The combination of satins and silks, frills of delicate lace, and patterned sets of bras and knickers soon had my young cock fully hardened. Girdles, corsets and suspender belts caused my teenaged member to jump and twitch. I gently caressed the forbidden fibres with my trembling fingers, delighting in the softness and beauty of the specific garments. But then my eyes rested on a delightful red and black patterned bodice, frilled in delicate lace about it’s edges, and four black suspender straps hung elegantly below. My young member ached in the confines of my trousers as my eyes rested on it’s form, my hands shaking as I caressed the soft material.

I removed my clothes in seconds, and squeezed my teenage body into the confines of the stiffened girdle. The fastening at the back seemed overly complicated with metal clips and eyelets, but once I had done a couple, the rest followed easily. I loved how the bodice squeezed me; held me in. The outfit was outlined in delicate black lace, from the generous bust-line to the bottom where the four thick straps hung to attach the stockings. I searched through the wardrobe, and discovered a drawer of neatly folded nylons. There were a few pairs of black, tan and smoke coloured tights, but the rest were glorious stockings, from white to black, and virtually every colour in between. I was naturally drawn to the black pair, and picked them out with my shaking hands. I unfurled them, before laying them out on the bed cover, admiring their elegance. I picked one up, inhaled the nylon, and once more my erect prick twitched in excitement. I sat myself upon the end of the bed, rolled up the stocking, gently placed it on the end of my toes, and slowly unfurled it. First, up my foot, pausing once at the ankle, a wiggle of the foot and toes to tighten the fit, before extending to my thigh. I repeated the process with the opposite leg, and by now, the tip of my cock, partially peeping out from it’s retreating foreskin, was gleaming and glistening in a coating of my precursory seminal fluid. I stood and fumbled for a while with the clips to attach the stocking tops, but eventually secured the nylons to the patterned bodice.

I wandered over to the mirror, and marvelled at how I was transformed. I could not resist from stroking the delicate nylon on my legs, my body throbbing in delight and sexual sensation as I caressed myself. I felt my torso through the stiffened corset, glimpses of skin appearing through the black and red lace. I wandered over towards the vanity mirror, checking out the array of make-up and examined the collection of lipsticks. I was drawn to the red one, and with trembling fingers, applied it to my teenage lips. For a first time attempt, it was pretty good, I must admit. The way my hands were shaking with nerves and sexual excitement, I should really have looked like Heath Ledger’s ‘Joker’! But nonetheless, I was now clad in lingerie, with slutty red lips, and I sauntered back in front of the mirror to reach the inevitable conclusion.

After what seemed an eternity, I now finally put my hand around my young cock, and slowly rubbed up and down it’s length. I rolled back the remainder of my foreskin, my glans gleaming in a covering of my pre-cum, and ran my finger over the sensitive tip. I raised my finger to my painted lips, and savoured the sweet taste of my young excitement. I watched in the mirror, as I played with my member, full frontal, then turning to see how I looked side on. I turned to see my ample backside framed by both the delicate lace of the bodice and the straps holding up the stockings. I admired the shapely curves of my legs, elegantly adorned in the thin nylon. I wanked slowly, running my tongue over my glossed red lips. It was taking all my effort not to just blow my load there and then. As my hand masturbated my reddened and engorged manhood, the other moved from leg to leg, adoring the sensation of the skin against the nylon. And despite my slow and deliberate manipulation of my cock, a twinge deep inside my anus indicated that we may be getting past the point of no return…

My young body shook, furiously, as the first wave of pleasure consumed me. A huge plume of teenage spunk erupted and splattered unceremoniously upon the mirror’s surface, rapidly followed by several more equally violent outpourings. I ceased the stimulation of my penis, as my member was now sensitive to the touch, the last few dribbles of cum slowly oozing out from it’s reddened tip. I sat myself back on the bed, my young cock twitching in the afterglow of orgasm, a lazy trickle of cum running from my glans down my shaft, my reflection obscured in the mirror by trails of sperm oozing down the polished glass. And as my chest heaved and I let the last waves of ecstasy slowly wash over me, I knew that I wanted to do it all over again..!