(Disclaimer: I hope this is the right place. Not ‘gone wild’ exactly, not to the extent of so many others on here, but I’ve peppered a few details in here and there, where it seemed worth sharing… but really this is here because after so many years together, my wife asked me the question, and I thought I might share the answer).
0 – Denise
She made a generous offer, that I could sleep in her room the night of the winter ball. We both had a lot to drink, and I remember how amazing her dress looked as it clung to her curves. To this day, the thought of the neckline, what it showed, what little it didn’t, is enough to cloud my mind.
We were friends, nothing more, but when she asked me to help her unzip her dress suddenly there was electricity in the air, and I took my time, brushing her hair aside, running my fingers over her shoulders… Something changed, and when the zip slowly moved down her back, I thrilled at the realisation she had no bra on underneath. As it slid to the ground, I felt light-headed – she was there before me, arm over her breasts, wearing nothing but brief panties, high heels and a pair of tan stockings. (For all those girls who came after, and who wondered where my stockings fetish came from, this is where).