Mike's Discovery
By Carla Greene
His hands trembled as he touched all the gorgeous underwear. The sensation of smoothness and the beauty of the lingerie, as compared with his own cotton boxers, was a revelation. Mike was totally lost in this world and when he heard his parent's car draw into the driveway he shot out of the bedroom, having tried to put everything back as he'd found it.
Mike, blushing ferociously, darted back into his room, undiscovered. The thrill of what he'd found was coupled with a sense of guilt at having been going through someone else's possessions.
After a few days, Mike's thoughts turned to Jane's underwear once more. It wasn't long before he was alone again. Inevitably, despite the fear of being caught he went back to look at and touch his sister in law's things.
Up until now, Mike had no more thought of putting on female underwear than he had of learning Cantonese. In the presence of real lingerie he'd deciding that touching wasn't enough. There had to be a next step and it was pretty obvious what that should be.
There was one particular underwear set of Jane's that made Mike feel very excited whenever he saw it. It was the perfect lingerie as far as he was concerned. The set consisted of bra, panties and suspender belt. It was made of smooth satin and delicate lace. The colour was pale pink with white lace. Mike knew that if he ever got around to actually wearing lingerie, then this would be his choice.
There were many times over the next few days when Mike would let his thoughts wander to Jane's pretty pink underwear. School work was hard to concentrate on as visions of lingerie interrupted Mike's thoughts. He would come home in the afternoon, hoping that no one else would be home, so he could fulfil his fantasy. He'd then back out. The desire to try the underwear was always limited by the fear of being caught and exposed.
Finally, tired of all the to-ing and fro-ing, Mike decided that he would be 'sick' and not go to school one day. Since everyone else in the household worked during the day this meant that Mike had the house to himself. The risk of discovery was next to non-existent.
On the day that Mike had picked, he waited until all the normal sounds of departure for work had died away. He then waited five minutes in case someone had forgotten their keys, ten minutes in case of car breakdown and twenty minutes to allow for the possibility of someone being struck by lightning and staggering home...
It was getting on for eleven o'clock before indecisive Mike actually got around to going into Jane and Sean's room. He picked out the pink and white undies, grabbed the first stockings that came to hand, panicked and put them all back.
Realising that if he carried on like this he would never try the lingerie, Mike then took a deep breath, counted to ten and went back in. He picked up the ball of satin and lace, made sure there were two stockings in the mixture then marched back into his own room. Having at last achieved the first step, the rest should be relatively easy.
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