Further forays into nylon
Now my CD fantasy world was growing, I decided to do more about it. Nothing major. Just small steps. Over the years I probably wasted a lot of time not acting on my desires, but that's the way I'm built.
I began to buy my own hosiery. I think the first time was when I was staying in a hotel in London on a course. I would be able to indulge myself in my room with no fear of my girlfriend catching me prancing around! I had some free time and plucked up some courage to pop in to Boots in Piccadilly Circus. I scouted out the shop so I knew exactly where the stockings and tights were, and carefully planned my swoop so i would spend the minimum amount of time choosing. I'd also picked up some other things just so I had some 'cover' in the unlikely event I saw anyone I knew.
This gave me more courage later to go into other shops and make purchases of hosiery. I must have bought things in 50+ shops over time. Sometimes I would get a knowing look from the assistant. In one branch of Sock Shop (I used to love their displays!) the assistant spent a great deal of time advising me what my 'girlfriend' would like. I'm sure she knew! Nice girl. In a department store one young female assistant suggested I get some 'scanty hose' (I think the brand name was, or was I making that bit up?). Some shopping trips would spark more fantasies (which sadly I never acted on). I found a ladies clothes shop on Southampton Row on one trip up to London. They had fabulous displays in the window. Lovely lace top stockings on those display legs shops used to have. I plucked up courage and went in when there was only one other customer on her way out. The shopkeeper was a man! He had a kind approachable manner and I was soon at ease. I left with a couple of pairs, including lace top hold ups like in the window. That shopkeeper soon entered my fantasies! In them i would be invited to 'try them' in the back room when I wasn't sure what size my 'girlfriend' needed. Always attentive to customers' needs he suggested I come around five so I could be undisturbed by other customers. He would be very attentive to MY needs, including the need to end up with a faceful of cum!
I progressed to buying other articles. There was an old fashioned ladies outfitter not far from my house. The sort old grannies would use. In the window was a corset which i just had to have! It had several wide elasticated suspender straps. That felt fantastic on. Drool! I even found a source for fully fashioned seemed stockings, so next up was a visit to Transformation near Euston. I got very excited in the changing cubicle (but no, I didn't!) trying on suspender belts, skirts and shoes. I left with a pair of patent stilettos and a slutty skirt. When i tried my stuff on at home I looked a right slut! It felt fabulous. I just wish I had the courage to hook up with the right guy.
I began to buy my own hosiery. I think the first time was when I was staying in a hotel in London on a course. I would be able to indulge myself in my room with no fear of my girlfriend catching me prancing around! I had some free time and plucked up some courage to pop in to Boots in Piccadilly Circus. I scouted out the shop so I knew exactly where the stockings and tights were, and carefully planned my swoop so i would spend the minimum amount of time choosing. I'd also picked up some other things just so I had some 'cover' in the unlikely event I saw anyone I knew.
This gave me more courage later to go into other shops and make purchases of hosiery. I must have bought things in 50+ shops over time. Sometimes I would get a knowing look from the assistant. In one branch of Sock Shop (I used to love their displays!) the assistant spent a great deal of time advising me what my 'girlfriend' would like. I'm sure she knew! Nice girl. In a department store one young female assistant suggested I get some 'scanty hose' (I think the brand name was, or was I making that bit up?). Some shopping trips would spark more fantasies (which sadly I never acted on). I found a ladies clothes shop on Southampton Row on one trip up to London. They had fabulous displays in the window. Lovely lace top stockings on those display legs shops used to have. I plucked up courage and went in when there was only one other customer on her way out. The shopkeeper was a man! He had a kind approachable manner and I was soon at ease. I left with a couple of pairs, including lace top hold ups like in the window. That shopkeeper soon entered my fantasies! In them i would be invited to 'try them' in the back room when I wasn't sure what size my 'girlfriend' needed. Always attentive to customers' needs he suggested I come around five so I could be undisturbed by other customers. He would be very attentive to MY needs, including the need to end up with a faceful of cum!
I progressed to buying other articles. There was an old fashioned ladies outfitter not far from my house. The sort old grannies would use. In the window was a corset which i just had to have! It had several wide elasticated suspender straps. That felt fantastic on. Drool! I even found a source for fully fashioned seemed stockings, so next up was a visit to Transformation near Euston. I got very excited in the changing cubicle (but no, I didn't!) trying on suspender belts, skirts and shoes. I left with a pair of patent stilettos and a slutty skirt. When i tried my stuff on at home I looked a right slut! It felt fabulous. I just wish I had the courage to hook up with the right guy.
6 years ago
