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My first foundation garment
experience.
My name is Peter and I am fifty
two years old.I had my first experience with foundations
in 1969,just after I had finished my apprenticship in
central heating installation. I was employed now as
a qualified installer, visiting houses to check that
their central heating units were functioning correctly
for the coming winter.
One day I received
a job to go to the house of family M--- to prepare and
test the central heating. When I rang the M's door bell
at the arranged time, the door was opened by Mr. M who
greeted me in a friendly fashion. He then said he had
to leave immediately, but that his wife was at home.
Mrs. M was still in her dressing gown as she showed
me where the central heating unit was in the cellar.
She showed me the rooms where the radiators were and
said, "Just go through the house as if you were
at home". "I also have to go out for about
an hour". The work I had to do was going to take
longer than an hour, so I told her I would still be
there when she returned.I started at the top floor of
the house, going from room to room checking all the
valves and radiators.
I could hear the shower
running on the ground floor,so decided to leave the
bathroom until later and start with the main bedroom.
Lying on the bed was a skin tone long line bra,a long
leg girdle and stockings, that Mrs. M apparently intended
putting on. I had a quick look at them, as at that time
my impression of the underwear that women wore was quite
different to what lay before me. Even in the magazines
that one could discreetly buy at the local shop, women
were not dressed in lingerie like this.
I left
the bedroom and checked the heating installation in
the office,and after that the one in the living room,
which lay directly opposite the bedroom. Mrs. M came
up behind me an said "I'm finished in the bathroom",
and I turned around to thank her. The sight of Mrs.
M turned my thanks to a meaningless stutter. She was
wearing the lingerie that had been lying on the bed.
She saw my embarrassment, giggled and said "sorry"
turned and walked back to the bedroom. I watched her
walk away and felt the sudden rush of heat between my
legs, my underpants felt suddenly very tight.
I tried to concentrate on my work, but found it hard
to do so. "I will be back in about an hour"
Mrs. M called out to me. "See you later" I
said as she closed the door and left the house. Thoughts
of what I had seen filled my mind, and with a pounding
heart I hit on the idea of looking in Mrs. M's bedroom
to see if there were more of the garments that I had
seen!.
I took my tools into the bedroom and
set them out as if I was carrying out a small repair.
I then opened the drawers on the large mirrored dressing
table that stood close by. In the second drawer that
I opened I found the stockings!, but in the next drawer
I hit the jackpot!. This drawer was full of panty girdle,and
open bottom girdles. Black, white and skin tone,and
in many different styles. Long leg, short leg, high
an short waisted, and even one that was crotch less.
I also looked in the draw where her bras were kept,
and found the many different styles very arousing. From
the girdle drawer I took out a white open bottom girdle
that had shiny satin panels in the front and back. I
opened the fly of my trousers, with the idea of using
the girdle for masturbate with it "What do you
think you are doing?". Brutally I was ripped out
of my dream. I stood there speechless for minutes,surprised
by the sudden appearance of Mrs. M.I had not heard her
return, surely it had not been an hour, or had it?.
When I finally managed to pull myself together and Mrs.
M appeared to calm down a bit, I tried to apologize.
"For this behavior there is no apology. Get on
and finish your work, you haven't heard the last of
this".
Oh!. When my employer heard of
this I would be out of a job, and the whole affair could
bring worse consequences!!. I feared the worst. I finished
my work, but as I was about to leave Mrs. M invited
me to have coffee. She did not mention a word about
what had happened, and as I was about to go she slyly
chuckled in a friendly way " you will see there
will be consequences". The fact that she appeared
so friendly relaxed me somewhat, but I was still worried
what the outcome would be.
Every time the phone
rang at home or at work I gave a start!. But despite
my fears I dreamed of seeing Mrs. M in her lingerie
again, and perhaps even to have sex with her. Just thinking
about that caused my penis to become instantly erect,
often resulting in me relieving myself by hand. One
evening when I arrived home from work my Father told
me that I should call a certain Mrs. M. My heart dropped
to my stomach but my Father displayed no further reaction,
so I took it that he had no knowledge of what had occurred.
I slipped out of the house to a nearby telephone
box to make the call. I trembled and my heart beat faster
as I dialed the number for Mrs. M. She answered and
sounded very friendly, as she told me that she would
like to talk to me on Friday evening after work about
what had happened. I agreed and was happy that the whole
affair would be settled once and for all, even though
my conscience still worried me.
I dreamed non
stop about Mrs. M in her lingerie.
On Friday
I told my parents I would not be home for dinner, as
I had been invited to a customers home to eat and finish
a small job on their heating. My mother said "don't
forget to take roses for the lady", and everybody
laughed. And I did buy roses for Mrs. M, after all I
had a lot I needed to try to put right!.
When
I rang the doorbell Mrs. M opened the door and invited
me in. I gave her the roses and tried to apologize again.
"You silly boy,lets just forget about what happened".
I have made something for us to eat, would you like
to join me?. Naturally I said yes, now that the affair
seemed to be heading in a different direction.
She took me into the living room where the table had
been set for two people. This was like looking into
my dreams through a mirror I thought, as I sat down
on a chair from which I could see into the bedroom.
"We will have an aperitif first, and you can call
me Agnes" she said.
The little bit of
alcohol relaxed me, and I started to wonder what sort
of lingerie Agnes was wearing under her clothes. "Okay
we can start!, would you like a glass of red wine with
your food?". I answered "yes", and as
Agnes stood up my dream began to turn into reality.
I watched as she went into the bedroom and removed her
blouse, the sight causing my heart to beat faster and
my penis to become instantly erect. Agnes left the bedroom
went into the kitchen and bought the wine to the table.
She was wearing a white long line bra that had
the same shiny satin panels in it as the girdle that
I had used to ****. Agnes stood in front of the table
and rubbed her hands over the bra, "do you like
this". I could only nod my head. "Would you
like me to take off the skirt?". I had not expected
this but managed to pull myself together and say, "If
you want to!. Is the heating working okay?". She
undid a button on the skirt and it slide over
her hips to the ground. She stood there looking as I
had always imagined her, and I was sure I was on the
edge of having an orgasm without once having touched
my penis.Agnes turned around and went into the kitchen
to get the food. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched
from behind, the way her body moved in the girdle and
bra. It was just to much for me and I shot my load into
my underpants. I was embarrassed, but tried not to show
it and went quickly to the bathroom to take off my underpants.
What could I do to hide my accident?. I flushed my underpants
down the toilet, quickly cleaned myself up and went
back to the living room.
Agnes came back out
of the kitchen and put the plates on the table. Then
taking my hands she placed them on her body, guiding
them over her bra and the long leg panty girdle that
she had put on over her open bottomed girdle. Agnes
saw immediately that the feel of the smooth surface
of the satin panels nearly drove me mad,and rubbed my
hands lightly over them. "Shall we eat?".
We parted and she sat opposite me at the table. "how
old are you?", she asked. "Twenty one"
I answered,and dared myself to ask her age. I had guessed
around forty. "I'm fifty one", she said.
The food was very good, but the meal took so long
I began to feel uncomfortable. Across the table from
me sat an attractive woman in her underwear, and I was
unsure what I was expected to do!. Agnes warned me not
to drink to much wine!. I think she had started to sense
my discomfort, which was no wonder!. She broke the tension
when she said, "what would you like for desert?.
I shocked myself when I blurted out "your panty
girdle", quickly adding that it was a joke. Agnes
laughed at my question, "what would you like for
desert?. She looked at me seriously for a moment and
said, "I would like you to take my panty girdle
off!". I like to remember that exact moment,and
I know that If hadn't had the wine I would surely have
cum in my trousers again.
"But first you
must take off your clothes". "Do you agree?",
she added. The last thing I wanted was to disagree!.
Trembling with lust I undid my belt and as I stood up
my trousers dropped to the floor, and my shirt quickly
followed. "So a man who doesn't wear underpants!".
My penis was standing erect, and my whole body was shaking.
Agnes stood up and came over to me and I tried to take
off her panty girdle immediately. "Wait" she
whispered in my ear. She took hold of my penis and going
down on her knees and began to suck me off. Agnes could
feel that I couldn't hold back, and that seemed to drive
her wild and she continued to suck as I ejaculated into
her mouth.
"Now you can relax and we can
take our time". I had never been sucked off before,
as the few girlfriends that I had been with up until
now had not liked the idea. Agnes stood up and we began
to kiss as I rubbed my naked body against her bra and
panty girdle."Come" she said and led me into
the bedroom where she had dimmed the lights. She kneeled
before me on the wide bed with her bottom pushed up
in the air. "Please do it now" she whispered
softly. I continued for a moment to rub my newly erect
penis across the smooth material of her panty girdle.
"Please now!" Agnes whispered again.
I took hold of the waist band and pulled the panty girdle
slowly down over her beautiful bottom revealing her
most secret place right before me. Impatiently I wanted
to enter her hairy slit. "Not yet" moaned
Agnes, and without changing her position removed the
panty girdle completely.
I will never forget
the sight. In front of me kneeled a women wearing a
long line bra, open bottom girdle and stockings, wanting
me to take her. I began to explore her with my fingers,
until she moaned for me to use my tongue. I immediately
began to lick her, and Agnes's moans became louder especially
when my tongue slipped across her clit. She rhythmically
began to arch her back higher so that my tongue reached
her anus, each time tearing from her a long drawn out
Yesssss!.
"Put it in me now, but don't
cum inside me" she pleaded. Quickly I slid my penis
into her sopping wet slit, Agnes trembled and sighed
as I slid my penis out again. She rolled quickly over
on to her back and my sperm shot over her bra, girdle
and up on to her face. We lay for minutes there together
sighing.
"Where is your husband"
I finally asked Agnes. "Don't worry,we have until
Sunday" she grinned.
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Hallo, bin durch Zufall
auf diese Seiten gestoßen und sie gefallen mir
sehr gut. Macht weiter so, es gibt viel zuwenig davon
im Internet.
Ich heiße Andreas, bin 48
Jahre alt und wohne in der Nähe von Hamburg. Meine
ersten Erfahrungen mit miedertragenden Frauen habe ich
als junger Bursche gemacht. Ich war damals 16 Jahre
alt und arbeitete in den Schulferien auf dem Bau als
Handlanger, also als Bursche für alles. Damals
wurde am Samstag nicht auf dem Bau gearbeitet, aber
ich konnte Samstagsmorgens dort hinkommen und einige
Sachen aufräumen, leere Flaschen einsammeln, usw.
Es war etwa 10 Uhr morgens und ich suchte in dem Rohbau
im 2.Stock die leeren Flaschen zusammen, als ich zufällig
zu dem Haus gegenüber schaute. Auf gleicher Höhe
war ein Fenster weit offen und in dem Zimmer war eine
Frau gerade dabei ihren Morgenmantel auszuziehen. Ich
hatte damals zwar schon mal meine Mutter oder meine
ältere Schwester nackt gesehen, aber noch nie eine
fremde Frau. Gespannt verfolgte ich jede ihrer Bewegungen.
Sie stand nun nackend vor ihrem Kleiderschrank, öffnete
diesen und entnahm einige Sachen. Ich schätzte
die Frau auf etwa 40-45 Jahre und sie hatte eine tolle
Figur. Sie zog sich zuerst einen BH an, dabei drehte
sie sich in Richtung Fenster und ich konnte ihren Busen
genau sehen. Gleichzeitig sah ich das Dreieck ihrer
Schamhaare und mein kleiner Freund meldete sich und
wurde hart und steif. Sie nahm nun einen Hüfthalter
und legte ihn sich um. Dieser war so einer mit Haken
an der Seite und es dauerte etwas, bis sie alle Haken
zu hatte. Nun nahm sie ihre Nylons und zog diese ebenfalls
an und befestigte sie an den Strapsen. Während
sie dies machte, schaute sie ein paar mal in meine Richtung.
Ich war mir nicht sicher ob sie mich auch sehen konnte
und stellte mich so neben das Fenster, dass ich gerade
so eben um die Ecke schauen konnte. Als sie die Nylons
befestigt hatte, strich sie sich mit der Hand über
ihren flachen Bauch und eine Hand wanderte zwischen
ihre Schenkel. Sie verharrte dort, während nun
die andere Hand über ihren Busen glitt. Ich konnte
nun nicht mehr genau sehen was sie machte, weil sie
sich seitlich hinstellte, aber es dauerte eine ganze
Weile. Dann drehte sie sich wieder zu mir herum, nahm
eine Miederhose und zog diese ebenfalls an. Schon längst
hatte ich meinen kleinen Freund in der Hand, und als
ich sie nun so sah, spritzte ich meinen Samen in hohem
Bogen auf den Boden. Genau in diesem Moment schaute
sie wieder zu mir herüber und ich hatte den Eindruck
dass sie mich gesehen haben musste. Schnell brachte
ich meine Kleidung wieder in Ordnung und sammelte dann
weiter Flaschen ein.
Gegen 13 Uhr war ich dann
mit allen Arbeiten fertig und verschloss das Eingangstor
zur Baustelle. Ich drehte mich um und ..... die Frau
von gegenüber stand vor mir. Sie sah wirklich toll
aus und ich bekam einen roten Kopf. ?Hallo?, sagte sie,
? ich habe Dich gerade gesehen. Kannst Du mir vielleicht
ein wenig helfen? Ich habe einige Sachen oben in meiner
Wohnung die sollen in den Keller?. ?Klar?, antwortete
ich, ?kein Problem, ich muss nur kurz nach Hause zum
essen und komme dann so gegen 15 Uhr zu Ihnen?. So verabredeten
wir uns für 15 Uhr und ich düste nach Hause.
Nach dem Essen duschte ich mich, zog mich an, und fuhr
dann mit dem Fahrrad zurück. Es war erst 14 Uhr
15, als ich an ihrer Tür klingelte. Sie öffnete
die Tür und war ganz überrascht mich schon
zu sehen. ?Ich bin ein wenig früher fertig geworden?,
sagte ich, ?vielleicht können wir ja schon anfangen??.
Sie lachte und zog mich in die Wohnung. ?Ich ziehe mich
nur noch schnell um?, sagte sie, ?sonst mache ich mich
noch schmutzig. Setze Dich solange in die Küche,
ich bin schnell fertig?. Es dauerte auch gar nicht lange
und sie kam zurück. Sie hatte sich einen Kittel
übergezogen, und dann zeigte sie mir die Sachen
die in den Keller sollten.
Es waren mehrere
große und kleine Kartons und wir fingen an, diese
Stück für Stück nach unten in den Keller
zu tragen. Wir machten unterwegs Scherze, lachten und
ich erzählte ein wenig über mich. Nach gut
einer Stunde hatten wir es geschafft. Ich war ganz schön
schmutzig geworden, und auch etwas verschwitzt, und
sie meinte ich solle mich doch einfach schnell duschen.
Na ja, ich fühlte mich wirklich so nicht wohl und
nahm das Angebot gerne an. Ich ging ins Bad, zog mich
aus und ging unter die Dusche. Während ich mich
einseifte, hörte ich, wie sie das Bad betrat. Lass
Dich nicht stören, sagte sie, ich wasche mich nur
kurz hier am Waschbecken. Ich hörte wie sie das
Wasser anstellte und schaute seitlich am Vorhang vorbei
zu ihr hin. Sie stand, nur im BH, Hüftgürtel
und Miederhöschen, vor dem Waschbecken und wusch
sich mit einem Waschlappen das Gesicht und die Arme
ab. Dann zog sie ihr Miederhöschen aus, und wusch
sich auch unten herum. Von dem Anblick war mein kleiner
Freund schon zur vollen Größe angewachsen
und ich konnte den Blick gar nicht von ihr wenden. Sie
trocknete sich ab und dann, mit einem Ruck, drehte sie
sich zu mir herum und sah mir genau in die Augen. Ich
zog mich schnell hinter den Vorhang zurück, als
sie einfach den Vorhang zur Seite schob. ?Na?, sagte
sie, ?wenn Du mir beim Waschen zuschaust dann darf ich
das wohl auch??, und lächelte mich dabei an. Ihr
Blick haftete auf meinem kleinen Freund, der steif und
hart nach vorne ragte.
Sie umfasste ihn mit
einer Hand und streichelte mich sanft vor und zurück.
?Hei, der ist ja schon richtig erwachsen. Hast Du schon
mal mit einer Frau geschlafen??, fragte sie mich. Ich
schüttelte nur wortlos den Kopf. Sie lächelte
mich nur an, und dann ging sie in die Knie, nahm mich
in ihren Mund und saugte fest. Ich dachte wirklich ich
würde träumen, so schön war das Gefühl.
Sie merkte wohl, dass ich mich lange würde zurückhalten
können, deshalb hörte sie auf, kam wieder
hoch und stieg dann, in BH, Hüfthalter und Nylons
zu mir in die Dusche. Sie drehte mir den Rücken
zu, beugte sich leicht nach vorne, nahm mich in die
Hand und führte ihn zu ihrer Muschel. Dann drückte
sie mir ihr Becken entgegen und ich glitt tief in sie.
Ich umklammerte ihre Hüften und spürte das
Material ihres Hüfthalters und die Nylons, und
dann, nach nur wenigen Stößen, spritzte ich
tief in ihr ab. Sie drückte mir ihr Hinterteil
wie wild gegen meinen Schoß und kam ebenfalls.
Einen Moment verharrten wir in dieser Position und dann
richtete sie sich auf und ich glitt aus ihr. Sie drehte
sich herum und gab mir meinen ersten richtigen Zungenkuss.
Dabei ließ ich meine Hände über ihren
Körper gleiten, besonders über den Hüfthalter.
Sie lachte mich an: ?Den magst du wohl besonders??,
fragte sie mich. ?Ja?, antwortete ich, ?darin siehst
du total heiß aus?.
Ja, so war das damals.
Wir waren noch oft zusammen, und immer zog sie für
mich Korseletts, oder Hüfthalter, Nylons und Miederhosen
an. Es erregte mich schon total, wenn ich mich nackend
an ihr rieb und sie diese Sachen trug. Die Liebe zu
diesen Sachen habe ich bis heute, und meine Frau teilt
diese Liebe mit mir. Auch sie hat viele Hüfthalter,
Korseletts usw. und trägt die Sachen gerne, besonders
wenn wir zusammen Sex haben.
Hello, I
came across this site by accident and I love it. Keep
up the good work as there are not enough sites like
this on the net.
My name is Andreas, and I
am forty eight years old and live near Hamburg. My first
experience with ladies who wear foundation garments
happened when I was still a youngster. I was sixteen
years old at the time, and worked during the school
holidays at a building site as a laborer and general
handyman. At that time nobody worked on Saturdays at
the building site. I was allowed however to go in to
clean up and gather the empty bottle etc. It was about
ten o'clock in the morning as I hunted for empty bottles
on the second floor of the building,when for no particular
reason I looked across at the building opposite.
At the same height as I was a window stood wide
open, and in the room was a woman just taking off her
dressing gown. By that age I had already seen my Mother
and older Sister naked, but never a strange woman. Riveted
I watched her every movement. She stood naked in front
of her dressing table, opened it and removed some articles
of clothing. I guessed the woman was about forty to
fourty five years old and she had a great figure. First
of all she put on a bra turning to face the window as
she did so, and giving me a a perfect view of her breasts.
At the same time I could see the triangle of her pubic
hair. The sight causing my friend between my legs to
make himself felt as he became hard and stiff.
She then took an open bottomed girdle an put it around
her hips. It was a type that had hooks and eyes down
one side, and it took some time before she had the hooks
all closed. Then she took her stockings rolled them
up over her legs, and fastened them to the garters of
the girdle. While she was dressing she glanced a couple
of times in my direction. I was not sure whether she
could see me, but just in case I moved alongside a window
from where I could just see her around the corner of
the frame.
After she had fastened the stockings,
she stroked one hand across her flat stomach and the
other wandered between her thighs. She began to rub
between her legs as the other hand continued to play
with her breasts. I could no longer see exactly what
she was doing as she had turned sideways to me, but
she continued to play for some time.
Then she
turned again to face me, took a panty girdle and pulled
it on over the top of the open bottomed girdle. I had
already had my friend in my hand for some time, and
as she pulled up the panty girdle my sperm shot in a
high arc across the room. Exactly at that moment she
looked across at me, and I had the distinct impression
that she must have seen me. I quickly put myself away,
straightened my clothing and continued to collect the
bottles.
About one o'clock I had finished with
all my work and closed the building site gate. I turned
around and---- before me stood the woman from across
the road. She looked gorgeous and I turned red with
embarrassment. "Hello", she said. "I
saw you leaving". "Could I ask you to help
me"?. "I have some stuff in my apartment that
I need to get down into the cellar". "Sure",
I said", "no problem". "I have to
go home and have lunch, but I can come back about three
o'clock". We agreed to meet at three, and I hurried
home. After lunch I showered and changed, and rode back
on my bike. It was only a quarter past two when I rang
the door bell. She opened the door and was surprised
to see me so soon!. "I managed to finish early"
I said. She laughed and drew me inside. "I will
just take a minute to get changed or otherwise i'll
get dirty", she said. "Sit down in the kitchen,
I wont be long". She came back in a couple of minutes
having put a dust coat over her clothes, and she showed
me the stuff that was to go to the cellar.
There were quite a number of boxes of various sizes
and we got started, carrying them one by one down to
the cellar. As we worked we joked and laughed and I
told her a bit about myself. After about an hour we
were finished, and I had managed to get pretty dirty
and sweaty from the work. She said to me that I should
take a quick shower, and as I didn't feel very clean
I accepted her invitation. I went into the bathroom,
undressed and got into the shower. While I was soaping
myself I heard her enter the bathroom. "Don't'
let me disturb you" she said, "I'll just have
a wash in the hand basin". I heard her turn on
the taps, and glanced sideways around the shower curtain
at her. She was standing in front of the basin wearing
a bra, girdle and panty girdle, washing her face and
arms with a face cloth. Then she removed the panty girdle
and washed herself down below. At the sight of this
my friend had grown to his full size, and I could not
take my eyes off her. She dried herself off and then
suddenly turned to face me, looking me directly in the
eyes. I ducked quickly back behind the curtain, but
she came and simply pushed it to one side."Right"
she said. "If you are going to watch me having
a wash, then I can watch you!. She giggled at me, then
her gaze dropped to my friend who was pointing straight
out hard and stiff.
She grasped him in her
hand and began gently to rub me backwards and forwards.
"Wow!. He's really grown". "Have you
ever slept with a woman before?" she asked. I could
only shake my head wordlessly. She giggled at me, and
then kneeling down took me into her mouth and sucked
hard. The feeling was so wonderful that I thought I
must be dreaming. She guessed that I was not going to
be able to last very long, stopped sucking and stood
up. Still wearing her bra, girdle and stockings she
stepped into the shower with me.
She turned
her back to me and leaning slightly forward, took me
in her hand and guided it to the entrance of her. She
pushed her pelvis back towards me and I slide deep inside.
I wrapped my arms around her hips, feeling the material
of her girdle and nylons against my body. Then with
a few thrusts I spurted deep inside her. She ground
her pelvis wildly against me as I shot my load, and
she came as well. We stood pressed together for a moment
before she straightened up, me sliding out of her. She
turned to face me and gave me my first real French kiss.
I let my hands wander over her body, and over her girdle.
She laughed. "You like that don't you"?. She
asked. I answered, "Yes, you look totally hot in
these"!
So!. That was how it was. We spent
a lot of time together, and she always wore Corselettes,
girdles, nylons and panty girdles for me. I always got
totally aroused when I rubbed my naked body against
her when she was wearing these foundations. And I still
have the love of foundations today, which my wife shares
with me. She has a collection of girdles and corselettes
that she loves to wear. Especially when we have sex.
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Hallo ,ich bin Ulrich
und 45 Jahre jung und bin von diesen Seiten einfach
begeistert !!!!!!
Mein erstes Erlebnis mit
Mieder liegt schon 30 Jahre zurück und ich habe
nie wieder so etwas schönes erlebt.
Es
war im Herbst kurz vor meinen Geburtstag auf unserem
Dorfschützenfest . Am frühen abend schlich
ich noch über den Festplatz und hatte heimlich
Bier getrunken und suchte einen Platz wo ich eine Zigarette
rauchen konnte und wurde hinter den Toiletten fündig
.Und als ich da so saß und rauchte kam auf einmal
eine ältere Frau so um die 50 Jahre alt um
die Ecke gelaufen ,zog sich den Rock hoch und hockte
sich hin um zu ...... Na ja in der Eile hatte
sie mich nicht gesehen und ich konnte sie gut beobachten
und sah das sie Strümpfe trug die oben befestigt
waren .Straps kannte schon aus den heimlichen Lesungen
in den Pornoheften meines Vaters aber das hier war etwas
anders und ich schlich mich näher rann um mehr
zu sehen.Sie entdeckte mich und versuchte aufzuspringen
aber das klappte nicht und sie fiel auf den Rücken
und zappelte mit den Beinen und ich konnte noch besser
ihren entblößten Unterleib betrachten .Sie
war am schimpfen und schrie mich an ich kleiner Spanner
solle ihr doch wieder auf die Beine helfen und das tat
ich dann auch.Als sie wieder stand grinste sie mich
an und fragte ob ich denn genug gesehen hätte und
ich stammelte ziemlich verstört das ich so etwas
noch nie gesehen habe . Sie war wohl leicht angetrunken
denn sie hob ihren Rock und sagte dann sehe es dir doch
noch einmal genau an und sie erklärte mir das sie
ein Mieder tagen würde und das es ihre Figur betonten
und straffen würde.Und so fing ich an ihre Schenkel
und ihren runden Po zu streicheln und mit den Fingen
in ihren Scharmhaar zu spielen. Sie stöhnte und
drückte ungeduldig meine Hand zwischen ihre prallen
Schenkel und so kam ich in das vergnügen das erste
mal eine Frau wenn auch nur mit den Finger zu beglücken.Ich
habe sie nie wieder gesehen und auch nie wieder eine
reife Frau gefunden die Mieder, Straps, Strümpfe
oder so etwas schönes trägt.
Auf
jeden Fall werde ich versuchen über diese tollen
Seiten Kontakt zu einer dieser betörenden Miederladys
zu bekommen und vielleicht........?
Viele Grüße
Ulrich
Hello, I'm Ulrich. I'm forty five
years old and absolutely love this site!!!!.
My first experience with foundations happened thirty
years ago, and i've never experienced anything
so wonderful since.
It was in autumn shortly
before my birthday at our village shooting competition
festival. In the early evening I had wandered across
to the festival grounds. I had secretly drunk a few
beers, and was looking for somewhere to smoke a cigarette.
I found myself an area hidden behind the toilettes
and as I was sitting there smoking an older lady around
about fifty walked around the corner, lifted up her
skirt and squatted down to ----.
In her hurry
she hadn't seen me and I had a good view of what she
was doing. I could see she was wearing stockings that
were fastened at the top. I knew all about garters from
secretly reading my Fathers porno magazines, but this
was something completely different and I crept nearer
to get a better look.
She saw me and tried
to leap up. It didn't work and she fell over on her
back, legs kicking in the air giving me a better view
of her exposed body. She cried out angrily for me to
stop being an dirty idiot and to help her up, which
I went over to her and did. After she was on her feet
again, she grinned at me and asked if I had seen enough.
I stammered embarrassedly that it was the first time
I had seen anything like that.
She was obviously
a little drunk, and grinning she pulled up her skirt
and told me to have a good look. She said she liked
to wear girdles because they helped shape her figure
and made her look trim. I started to rub my hands over
her thighs and lovely rounded bottom, and to stroke
my fingers through her pubic hair. She groaned and pushed
my hand impatiently down between her large thighs. And
so for the first time I had the pleasure of satisfying
a woman, even when it was only with my fingers.
I never saw her again and have never found another
mature woman who enjoys wearing girdles, garters or
stocking. Anyway perhaps through this great site I can
make contact with a gorgeous girdle wearing lady, and
who knows---------?
Greeting from Ulrich.
.............
17. Juni 2001
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