First Time Buying Lingerie

As a youngster, I couldn't help but notice the carousels of hosiery on display in various shops that my mother would visit. Displays of stockings and tights (pantyhose) for the discerning housewife. Brands like Pretty Polly, images of nylon clad legs on the glossy cardboard and a see through window on the front giving a tantalizing glimpse of the glorious coloured synthetics within. My eyes were always drawn to the hosiery whenever I was frequenting the store, and already there was a stirring within my young loins. Later on in life, after starting work and having a small disposable income, I was entranced with lingerie and hosiery once more. My initial awakening and arousal occurred one weekend whilst visiting a low price bargain store (does anyone remember ‘Winners’?), and my senses were overwhelmed with the sight of a glorious red, lacy ensemble of a bra, knickers and suspender belt (garter belt or garters to North American readers) on show up one of the aisles. Completely out of place with everything else on display, but I was enthralled by how beautiful and sexy it appeared. I had previously dabbled with cross-dressing as a horny teenager, secretly adorning myself with my grandmother’s vintage lingerie, and having the most wonderful forbidden nylon clad wanks. But I had never truly owned anything of my own, and I was determined that this gorgeous piece of skimpy nylon and red lace was going to be mine!

The following weekend I returned to the store, on a mission to purchase the sexy outfit. I wandered up the aisle to which I had previously observed it, and thankfully it was still there. As I picked it out, already my cock began to swell within my trousers, and I felt my young face burn with embarrassment. I looked a little further along the aisle and discovered several packs of generic brand stockings, in varying degrees of deniers. I picked out a pair of 20 denier red ones to match the outfit, and with my face matching the colour of the lingerie, proceeded to the checkout. As I nervously stood in the queue, an elderly couple were directly in front of me. The older man looked behind, saw what I was holding in my hands, and jokingly said to his wife, ‘Looks like he’s having some fun tonight!’