My First Panties (A True Story)
By Jenifer
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I made myself a promise. If I could do this, I could do anything. I had declared a personal challenge.
So, I browsed through the feminine finery with the intention of buying something for myself, my first item of lingerie.
After an age of choice, I found my heaven.
A Basque!
That wonderful item of corsetry, Nothing else would do. None of the silks or satins would fulfil me as much as that wonderful silk creation.
As I choose my Basque, I found the one of my fantasies, the one, which I had been dreaming of. Black and Red, with a short underskirt, four suspenders and a lovely pair of silky panties to match. I pulled the hangar out and promptly paid for it.
This was the moment of truth. Walking to the till with my purchases in my hand.
I played the embarrassed boyfriend.
The assistant, a kindly faced old lady didn't bat an eyelid, she simply commented that it was "Very pretty" and put it in a bag, which promptly went into my rucksack.
With a smile I paid for it with and asked the assistant if I could return it
"Of course" She said, "Simply give her the receipt!"
Her... I liked that. If only she knew what I was up to!
As I walked to collect my television, my cock getting huge with anticipation, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten the most important thing... Stockings!
How could I have been so silly to forget such an important item?
With my newfound bravery I did what I had thought impossible earlier. I walked into the lingerie shop on the main street and asked the assistant for some "Black Seamed Stockings" after and agonising browse through the finery, she finally pulled out a pair.
They were lovely. It took all my will power not to stare at them.
"Thank you" I said bravely as I paid for them
"Do you know if they are for evening wear?" asked the assistant.
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