Perverts Progress. Part 2.
Well to continue................... . Having read all the magazines, and tossed myself off to all the wonderful pictures of Mrs X from Slough riding her cylcle in her rubber mackintosh, that her husband adored her in, and all the other lovely mature ladies and gentleman it became time to dip my toes in the water............... .
I did have a supply of substantial ladies underwear, stockings, a girdle and a pair of white satin directoires, all lifted from my grandmothers house. It was quite easy in those days to sneak off into the countryside, and find a quiet spot, without being disturbed, unlike today, with the great popularity of walking and cycling, quiet country spots have become a thing of the past.
I went of regularly with my prized possesion tucked away and and a supply of pocket sized adult magazines, slipped the lovely girdle on, and could feel it squeeze my figure in, sliding the american tan seamed nylons along my legs and really taking my time fastening the suspenders, sliding my finger along each suspender, to make sure they were nice and tight and flat against my smooth legs.......................the way the tight nylon rustled when my thighs rubbed together. To slip into a pair of shiny and very smooth directoire knickers, the soft material carressing you, as it slid along nylon clad legs. The extreme pleasure when that satin slid over the hard and shiny bulbous end of a smooth cock. The directoires showing off a spot of pre cum through their translucence..........................a delicious feeling. Its at that point lying there against a grassy bank under some trees in the middle of nowhere, that a buxom blonde mature woman similarly dressed burst forth and made me tongue her mound of venus.......................alas reader we all live in the real world, and know that things like that dont happen, I was never disapointed on that particular score because they didnt....... I did however enjoy some wonderful moments delivering some heavy climaxes tossing myself off over pictures of mature rubber loving and girdled ladies in the magazines. To climax three or four times during a session was not unusual and in those days, I climaxed heavily each time. Always careful however never to soil my underwear or make my magazines sticky................. .
I was quite interested in girls at this time, and had indulged in some adventurous escapades with friends, as young men do. I suppose my interests were in what the girls were wearing at the time. Long maxi coats were in fashion at that time, and one young local woman use to wear a maxi length snakeskin pattern PVC Coat. I loved that coat, sadly I admit more than her. I did on a couple of occasions spend the odd winter evening with her kissing down various pathways, nothing more I might add, than feeling that wonderful PVC Mac and getting into a great state of arousal. Things in those days were a little more innocent and the evening usually ended by tossing myself off in bed later that night.
It was also the case back then, that anything to do with homosexuality was so far in the closet, that it might as well have been in Narnia. Very difficult when your a liberal minded spirit trapped in the sticks. Things had obviously started to change as my mother on occasions use to accuse me of mincing around, not in an unpleasant way, but certainly enough for the usual mother to son nonsense..............where they suspect but in those days didnt ask............................... I will leave things there for now.......enjoy.
I did have a supply of substantial ladies underwear, stockings, a girdle and a pair of white satin directoires, all lifted from my grandmothers house. It was quite easy in those days to sneak off into the countryside, and find a quiet spot, without being disturbed, unlike today, with the great popularity of walking and cycling, quiet country spots have become a thing of the past.
I went of regularly with my prized possesion tucked away and and a supply of pocket sized adult magazines, slipped the lovely girdle on, and could feel it squeeze my figure in, sliding the american tan seamed nylons along my legs and really taking my time fastening the suspenders, sliding my finger along each suspender, to make sure they were nice and tight and flat against my smooth legs.......................the way the tight nylon rustled when my thighs rubbed together. To slip into a pair of shiny and very smooth directoire knickers, the soft material carressing you, as it slid along nylon clad legs. The extreme pleasure when that satin slid over the hard and shiny bulbous end of a smooth cock. The directoires showing off a spot of pre cum through their translucence..........................a delicious feeling. Its at that point lying there against a grassy bank under some trees in the middle of nowhere, that a buxom blonde mature woman similarly dressed burst forth and made me tongue her mound of venus.......................alas reader we all live in the real world, and know that things like that dont happen, I was never disapointed on that particular score because they didnt....... I did however enjoy some wonderful moments delivering some heavy climaxes tossing myself off over pictures of mature rubber loving and girdled ladies in the magazines. To climax three or four times during a session was not unusual and in those days, I climaxed heavily each time. Always careful however never to soil my underwear or make my magazines sticky................. .
I was quite interested in girls at this time, and had indulged in some adventurous escapades with friends, as young men do. I suppose my interests were in what the girls were wearing at the time. Long maxi coats were in fashion at that time, and one young local woman use to wear a maxi length snakeskin pattern PVC Coat. I loved that coat, sadly I admit more than her. I did on a couple of occasions spend the odd winter evening with her kissing down various pathways, nothing more I might add, than feeling that wonderful PVC Mac and getting into a great state of arousal. Things in those days were a little more innocent and the evening usually ended by tossing myself off in bed later that night.
It was also the case back then, that anything to do with homosexuality was so far in the closet, that it might as well have been in Narnia. Very difficult when your a liberal minded spirit trapped in the sticks. Things had obviously started to change as my mother on occasions use to accuse me of mincing around, not in an unpleasant way, but certainly enough for the usual mother to son nonsense..............where they suspect but in those days didnt ask............................... I will leave things there for now.......enjoy.
7 years ago
