First Time Fully Dressed

I removed my clothes in seconds, and squeezed my teenage body into the confines of the stiffened girdle. The fastening at the back seemed overly complicated with metal clips and eyelets, but once I had done a couple, the rest followed easily. I loved how the bodice squeezed me; held me in. The outfit was outlined in delicate black lace, from the generous bust-line to the bottom where the four thick straps hung to attach the stockings. I searched through the wardrobe, and discovered a drawer of neatly folded nylons. There were a few pairs of black, tan and smoke coloured tights, but the rest were glorious stockings, from white to black, and virtually every colour in between. I was naturally drawn to the black pair, and picked them out with my shaking hands. I unfurled them, before laying them out on the bed cover, admiring their elegance. I picked one up, inhaled the nylon, and once more my erect prick twitched in excitement. I sat myself upon the end of the bed, rolled up the stocking, gently placed it on the end of my toes, and slowly unfurled it. First, up my foot, pausing once at the ankle, a wiggle of the foot and toes to tighten the fit, before extending to my thigh. I repeated the process with the opposite leg, and by now, the tip of my cock, partially peeping out from it’s retreating foreskin, was gleaming and glistening in a coating of my precursory seminal fluid. I stood and fumbled for a while with the clips to attach the stocking tops, but eventually secured the nylons to the patterned bodice.

I wandered over to the mirror, and marvelled at how I was transformed. I could not resist from stroking the delicate nylon on my legs, my body throbbing in delight and sexual sensation as I caressed myself. I felt my torso through the stiffened corset, glimpses of skin appearing through the black and red lace. I wandered over towards the vanity mirror, checking out the array of make-up and examined the collection of lipsticks. I was drawn to the red one, and with trembling fingers, applied it to my teenage lips. For a first time attempt, it was pretty good, I must admit. The way my hands were shaking with nerves and sexual excitement, I should really have looked like Heath Ledger’s ‘Joker’! But nonetheless, I was now clad in lingerie, with slutty red lips, and I sauntered back in front of the mirror to reach the inevitable conclusion.