Returning To Old Habits

Like many cross dressers, I found my habit has a certain ebb and flow. I would bury myself into my kinky hobby for several weeks, only to hide everything away again. I used to have purges too from time to time, where I'd convince myself it was wrong and throw my clothes away, swearing I'd never do it again. The last time I purged was in my mid twenties. I'd been with my then girlfriend for around a year and we had decided to live together, so, in order to keep things secret, I threw all my clothes out. Fortunately for me, my girlfriend, Teresa, quite enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie, so I got to live vicariously through her, picking clothes and outfits that she could wear. I'd often buy her things too, at the back of my mind wishing they were for me, especially as we were the same size. One weekend, not long after her birthday, her mother arranged for the two of them to go on a spa retreat for three days bahis şirketleri and I'll admit, as soon as she told me I knew exactly what I would do. It had been over two years since I'd indulged my feminine side and I couldn't wait to have a play on my own. She left on the Friday and before her car was out of sight I found myself stood by her large wooden chest of drawers. I slid the top drawer gently open, as if it held some magaical artifact and gazed up the rainbow of lace and silk within. Almost instantly my eyes fell upon white lace. As I reached out, my hands were almost trembling as if it were the first time again. My stomach fluttered with nerves as I lifted a white lace thong, soft to the touch, and set it to one side. I found the matching bra and suspender belt too, along with some white lace top stockings. I laid the items out on the bed and began to strip. I ran myself a bath as I padded bahis firmaları naked around the house. Even though I had not indulged my habit in a couple of years, I still maintained a smooth, hairless body. As I sat amongst the bubbles, my mind raced with anticipation. I felt my cock begin to harden as I lay there and even began to play with myself beneath the hot soapy water before snapping myself back to reality. Good things come to those who wait. As I towelled myself dry, I admired the lingerie as it lay upon the bed. I had bought it for her for no other reason than I wanted it myself. Expensive and deliciously soft, she had worn it under a flowing summer dress. I thought of that day we spent together while I dressed. As I eased the stockings over my legs, I remembered her wearing them as she wrapped her legs around me. As I attached the garterbelt, I thought of how she had playfully lifted kaçak bahis siteleri her skirt enough for me to see them. As I stepped into the panties, I remembered how wet I had found her to be. As I clasped the bra behind me, I thought of how she had squeezed her breasts in those soft lace cups. My body felt electric as I dressed, and my hard cock protruded over the top of the panties as they strained to contain me. As I lay down on the bed, the cool cotton sheets only added to the eroticism. As I gently teased the tip of my fingers down my firm stomach, my phone erupted with a call. I answered without looking at who it was. "Hi, Hun, just letting you know we got here okay", Teresa's soft voice cooed to me down the phone. We made small talk as I lay there in her lingerie and, despite the relative banality of the conversation, I found my head swim with memories of her. As she told me about her room, I began to trace my fingertips over the soft lace as it strained against my cock. I closed my eyes and thought of her lips and the way she would kiss me, how her tongue would seek out my own. "Are you there?" I was snapped back to reality.