What I remember anyway
Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 10:44 pm
It was a grass hula skirt that first caught my attention as a pre- teen of 7-8 years old. Dried out, scratchy and it created a strange feeling when I thought of putting it on while alone that afternoon in the basement of a family friend's house.
Maybe it was that same summer, my aunts and cousins and the Ohlmsteds all went camping at the lake for a week. The Ohlmsteds had three daugters.... We get to the lake and guess who didn't think to bring along a swimming suit. A swimming suit appears from the back of the Ohlmseds camper and I go swimming. It didnt take long before there was a whole lot of whispering and tittering going on and I learn that I am wearing the bottom half of an Ohlmsted girl's bikini. It was a bit ruffled and sparkly when I later thought about it. I was mortified and teased to no end by my cousin. After that I kept getting that strange feeling I had felt with the grass hula skirt.
Somewhat older (12-13), I was influenced by my moms lingerie drying in the bathroom - we had a one bathroom household and her things would dry on the towel rack. As a kid I loved taking baths and since her stockings were already wet, why not try them on while in the bath tub. They felt soooooo good. I could put them on - then hang them up just like I found them after I got done. Then one day I scrunched them up as if I was going to pull them up my legs starting at my toe and in my excited state placed the nylon stocking over another body part having my first puberty experience while in a warm bath. Confused, dazed and with my mother's stocking with something I never new existed within, I hid the stockings under the towels in the linen closet. They were my secret friends for the next several weeks. Then one day they were gone. I gathered a few more pairs and stashed them in my clothes drawer in my bedroom and then one day they were gone too. Nothing was ever said.
Skp forward several years. Grade school, highschool, college, first job, leave first job, end up at house sitting for an elderly couple who go south for the winter leaving me to tend their house for the winter in a well known ski town. The lady is a pack rat and has rooms full of clothes. Never threw anything out. Dead of winter, dark, I know that no one is even thinking of venturing out on the cold night and I decide to play dress-up. I have no idea why I did it (read Pot perhaps). I remember watching myself in the mirror pulling on a long forest green tight fitting elegant evening dress with a pair of sandals. No wig, but I did fashion a turban using a scarf and of course there was all kinds of makeup and jewelry left in the house. I still have no idea why I did it, but it felt wonderful. The remaining winter was spent in bliss with an entire store room filled with every style you could imagine.
Skip forward several more years... I re-enter the university and go to graduate school when my dressing-up goes mainstream. As with most students I used the laundromat. My sorce of clothes at that time was the lost and found basket at the laundromat and I accumulated many nice things. A pair of panties pilfered here and there rounded out the collection. It wasn't long before I had drawers full of stuff and a closet teaming with outfits. My first erotic purchase was at Penny's when I used the excuse of Valentines day to buy a garter belt/panty/stocking combo mumbling something about a gift for a (fantasy) girlfriend. I remeber being terribly excited wearing them for the first time under my sweats on a Sunday morning while doing of all things - laundry. I was scared stiff that the garters would show through sweatpants - excited really.
Not long after that I met my wife to be. That is another long story on how she came to know me and accept me now for 17 years. To be continued
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Maybe it was that same summer, my aunts and cousins and the Ohlmsteds all went camping at the lake for a week. The Ohlmsteds had three daugters.... We get to the lake and guess who didn't think to bring along a swimming suit. A swimming suit appears from the back of the Ohlmseds camper and I go swimming. It didnt take long before there was a whole lot of whispering and tittering going on and I learn that I am wearing the bottom half of an Ohlmsted girl's bikini. It was a bit ruffled and sparkly when I later thought about it. I was mortified and teased to no end by my cousin. After that I kept getting that strange feeling I had felt with the grass hula skirt.
Somewhat older (12-13), I was influenced by my moms lingerie drying in the bathroom - we had a one bathroom household and her things would dry on the towel rack. As a kid I loved taking baths and since her stockings were already wet, why not try them on while in the bath tub. They felt soooooo good. I could put them on - then hang them up just like I found them after I got done. Then one day I scrunched them up as if I was going to pull them up my legs starting at my toe and in my excited state placed the nylon stocking over another body part having my first puberty experience while in a warm bath. Confused, dazed and with my mother's stocking with something I never new existed within, I hid the stockings under the towels in the linen closet. They were my secret friends for the next several weeks. Then one day they were gone. I gathered a few more pairs and stashed them in my clothes drawer in my bedroom and then one day they were gone too. Nothing was ever said.
Skp forward several years. Grade school, highschool, college, first job, leave first job, end up at house sitting for an elderly couple who go south for the winter leaving me to tend their house for the winter in a well known ski town. The lady is a pack rat and has rooms full of clothes. Never threw anything out. Dead of winter, dark, I know that no one is even thinking of venturing out on the cold night and I decide to play dress-up. I have no idea why I did it (read Pot perhaps). I remember watching myself in the mirror pulling on a long forest green tight fitting elegant evening dress with a pair of sandals. No wig, but I did fashion a turban using a scarf and of course there was all kinds of makeup and jewelry left in the house. I still have no idea why I did it, but it felt wonderful. The remaining winter was spent in bliss with an entire store room filled with every style you could imagine.
Skip forward several more years... I re-enter the university and go to graduate school when my dressing-up goes mainstream. As with most students I used the laundromat. My sorce of clothes at that time was the lost and found basket at the laundromat and I accumulated many nice things. A pair of panties pilfered here and there rounded out the collection. It wasn't long before I had drawers full of stuff and a closet teaming with outfits. My first erotic purchase was at Penny's when I used the excuse of Valentines day to buy a garter belt/panty/stocking combo mumbling something about a gift for a (fantasy) girlfriend. I remeber being terribly excited wearing them for the first time under my sweats on a Sunday morning while doing of all things - laundry. I was scared stiff that the garters would show through sweatpants - excited really.
Not long after that I met my wife to be. That is another long story on how she came to know me and accept me now for 17 years. To be continued
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