Escapism

I remember gulping, before I took the plunge.

I tugged at a pair of black lace panties, adjusting the elastic around my waste, rearranging the pink frills which detailed the hem.

Wow.

My dick sprang to attention. My hairs stood on end. I rubbed the front of the lace, the texture and pattern evoking a familiar feeling of my youth. This is what you’ve been missing.

Wriggling into the bra, adjusting the straps, cupping my chest. I don’t why – and I suppose none of us ever do – it was exciting.

I stood in front of the mirror, the pastel coloured floral dress – too tight – clung to my body in a way that would have looked ridiculous to an onlooker. But the sensation of it, this breaking the rules feeling, made me feel light headed. It felt liberating. I felt different. Less tense. Relaxed, almost – aside from the raging hardon tenting the front of the dress. I decided right then and there that I was committing to this. This was my thing and I was going to explore it. Fuck it, what did I have to lose?

10 minutes later, I shaved my legs in the shower. Off came the beard – the Modern Man taking a blow to the face as his mask began to slip.

I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, pouting. Rubbing my smooth legs through the electricity of the stockings. Pulling at their tops and feeling them snap back into place. I caressed my rock hard member through its lacy confines. It begged to be freed, it begged to stand proud. It didn’t take long before the panties began to moisten, masses of pre-cum gushing into the lace, an inevitable sticky wet patch forming.

A moan escaped my mouth. A guttural yet high pitched feminine sound. It was like it was always there. Always wanting to be released.

I erupted into the panties. The longest and most intense orgasm I had ever had. It was like all of the moisture in my body had just been shot out of the end of my dick. The panties sodden, sticky and ruined.

When the heat of the climax had finally died down, I just stood in silence. Completely shocked by what had come over me.