(Ivan wrote this story about his early years and Rosemarie edited it for him. Enjoy)
It was a warm morning in spring, many years ago that found me heading south-westwards on a train. I was on my way to stay with an old friend who lived on the coast and I knew the journey was going to be quite a long one. The steam hauled train was made up of non-corridor carriages, with separate compartments that could seat eight or ten passengers. However, on this occasion I was the sole occupant of the compartment and I enjoyed being able to stretch out my legs while the motion of the carriage soon rocked me into a state of semi-consciousness, assisted by the increasing power of the sun’s rays as the journey wore on. Eventually sleep overtook me and, like most young men, I dreamed of ‘nice’ things, especially ladies in their underwear.
I have always had a ‘thing’ about ladies’ underwear; that irresistible combination of brassiere, full cut panties, slip and, of course, a woman’s sheer nylon stockings. Equally exciting are the several, exciting suspenders that clasp to her stocking-tops, and which so beautifully and mysteriously disappear up under the legs of her knickers, going up to goodness knows where! I often speculated about the effect of wearing such sensuous, stimulating articles of delicate underwear and always concluded that ladies must have had no choice but to surrender themselves to a lifelong, orgasmic existence. Lucky girls! Contemplating the joyous wonders of layers of nylon underwear invariably had a stimulating effect on my nether regions and this promising day was no different. In my current, dreamy state of mind my imagination drifted in and out of various scenarios involving kindly ladies who might be willing to bestow their favours on this lustful lad. Legs crossed, with just a hint of stocking top revealed, “Oh dear” they might say, “my slip is showing, I do hope it didn’t embarrass you”, or, “Oh gosh! A ladder in my new pair of stockings! What must you think?”
Then, the other old favourite, “Would you mind if I slipped off my shoes?” as she revealed a beautiful, dainty pair of feet, adorned in sheer, silky nylon that cried out to be kissed and caressed. No harm in dreaming, I suppose. No, no harm in dreaming and no harm in the throbbing bulge that was developing in my soft cotton underpants. Unfortunately the development taking place in my underpants had distracted my senses, for the next thing I knew was that the train had drifted to a halt and the door of my compartment swung open.
“Plenty of room in here,” said an assertive but warm, female voice. As I opened my eyes properly I saw that the owner of the voice was a fresh, vibrant looking lady, old enough to be experienced, yet youthful in her demeanour. As she stepped up into the compartment her gaze seemed to focus directly on my trousers which contained a slowly subsiding and unrelieved erection. I blushed. She smiled, mischievously.
“What a beautiful spring day,” she said. “The sap seems to be rising all over the place.” I swear she winked when she said it. I got up, carefully, and walked across and closed the door. “Oh thank you,” she said. What a charming gentleman.”
“It’s a pleasure,” I replied, sitting back in my corner seat. My new travelling companion sat in the opposite corner and, just as she settled into her seat, a train stopped at the London bound platform with the front end of the locomotive immediately next to our window.
“Oooooh!” she gasped. “Look at that thick, curved pipe on that engine. Doesn’t it look sexy?”
I turned and looked at the length of plumbing in question. “It would certainly put mine to shame!” I said, rather daringly.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied. “You seemed to measure up quite well when I got into the compartment!”
So she had noticed! I felt somehow relieved and suddenly very excited.
“My name is Ivan,” I said, offering my hand as a rather old fashioned, formal greeting.
The lovely lady squeezed my hand gently and held it for a while. “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said. “My name is Veronica, how far are you going?”
“Oh, I’m going all the way, to the end of the line, to spend a few days with an old friend,” I answered.
“How nice,” said Veronica, as she crossed one leg over the other. Needless to say, my attention was drawn to her legs and I gazed in admiration as I was able to see for the first time, her tan coloured stockings. Our train pulled out and we were soon trundling along, the carriage swaying and rocking, seducing me back into my rhythmic trance. The regular movement of the carriage caused Veronica’s leg to swing slightly and I became mesmerised by the flexing of her sheer nylon stocking, as it formed those familiar, sensuous wrinkles at the back of her knee. I risked a quick glance at her face and found that she was smiling at me, as if she could read my thoughts – my naughty, lascivious thoughts.
Then she spoke, “I thought perhaps my underskirt was showing.”
“Oh no,” I quickly replied. “I was… well, I wasn’t really looking at anything.”
“It’s alright,” said Veronica, reassuringly. “I’m not offended if you find my underwear attractive. It’s perfectly natural, you know.” Her smile was radiant and her voice very steady, which made me feel much more at ease. I mulled over her use of the word ‘underskirt’.
“I hope you won’t mind my asking,” I began, “but I’m interested in why you refer to your slip as an underskirt.”
“Oh, that’s just another name for it,” she explained. “In my profession I get used to using a variety of different expressions for things.”
“May I ask what your profession is?” I enquired.
“I supply traditional, ladies’ underwear,” came the bombshell reply.
“Oh!” was all I could manage in response. Fortunately, I collected my thoughts fairly rapidly and smilingly exclaimed, “What a wonderful profession. I would love to be your faithful employee”. Then I decided to venture further, and asked, “If it isn’t an impertinent question, are you wearing a full or half-length slip?”
“This slip stops at the waist,” said Veronica, provocatively raising the hem of her light, summer skirt. “It has beautiful lacy detail and a rather exciting slit on one side.” Then, leaning forward she drew my hand towards her and said, “Would you like to feel how smooth and silky it is?”
I was naturally hesitant but Veronica sensed my nervousness and said, “It’s quite alright, nobody can see, and, in any case I feel comfortable with you, and instinctively trust you,” and she smiled reassuringly.
I wasn’t really sure what she trusted me to do (or not!), but Veronica was now in control of the situation and I was happy to follow. I ‘allowed’ her to place the palm of my hand on her beautiful, white nylon slip just above her knee. She moved my hand up and down a few inches of her leg so that I could feel the slippery sensation as her silky slip slid over her silky nylon stocking. “That feels nice, doesn’t it?” said my temptress.
“Oh gosh, that feels so wonderful, Veronica,” I sighed. I was in heaven and, inevitably, there were some stiffening effects taking place in my underpants. Suddenly my cock was in an awkward position and stiffening uncontrollably. Even though it was trapped in the soft cotton of my underpants it began to hurt more than I could stand and I was desperate enough to put my hand down and wriggle it so that it was at last pointing upwards in my underpants and I gave a very embarrassed sigh of relief. I could see by the understanding look on her face that she realised what had happened, and with a knowing smile she thought for a moment.
“Why don’t you kneel down in front of me and get a closer look at my lovely slip?” she suggested.
I needed no further persuasion and, in a second, I was on my knees with my hands gripping Veronica’s beautiful, stockinged legs. I leaned forward and kissed her slip, gently and lovingly, while stroking my hands up and down her sheer, nylon-sheathed legs.
“Oh Ivan, that feels so wonderful,” she murmured. “I’ll bet you would like to see my knickers, wouldn’t you?”
I was amazed at her self-assurance, and that gave me extra confidence to let go and enjoy her wonderful gifts.
“Oh, yes please, Veronica,” I gasped, as my cock began to throb and take over any reticence that might have remained!
Veronica was obviously appreciating my growing stiffness as she had slipped off her shoe and she was rubbing the top of her stockinged foot against my stiff cock. “Oh, Veronica,” I gasped in real alarm. “Be careful or you will make me squirt in my underpants.”
“Oh dear, are you that close to cumming, my darling?” she said, with some concern. “We don’t want to waste it, do we?” At that she bade me stand up, and she quickly undid my belt. My trousers fell to the floor and she indicated that I should step out of them. Suddenly I was standing there in front of this gorgeous woman with my soft white cotton underpants fully exposed to her intense gaze. They were very bulging underpants, too, because the rounded head of my stiff cock was well up past their Y-front ‘entrance’, and the stiff shaft of my sizable cock was clearly outlined in the soft white cotton of my lovely underpants.
Veronica was gazing directly at my cock, and she was clearly impressed because her eyes were wide with adoration. She said nothing for several, long moments, and then her gushing words filled my head with pride.
“Oh, Ivan the Incredible, how marvellous you look undressed to your underpants, and I love your underpants, too,” and leaning forward she gently and adoringly stroked them all over, but carefully avoiding my pulsating cock. Opening her legs wider she leaned even closer, and even through my underpants I could feel her hot breath on my cock when she murmured, apparently to the head of my cock, “Not yet, my dear, not until I have enjoyed these lovely white underpants,” and she gazed up into my eyes. “Don’t rush it, my dear. Just enjoy the wonderful anticipation and leave the rest to me.
‘Wow, what an amazing woman,’ I thought. Veronica clearly loved our intimate underwear, too, and she obviously understood the gentle art of underwear seduction more than any other woman I’d ever known. As we were both ardent lovers of underwear, that was an enormous extra thrill that made everything so extra-special.
She continued stroking my underpants all over from fondling their strong, wide waist-elastic, down onto their cute Y-front area and the seams detail that seemed to hold much of her attention.
She showed me her love for each part of my underpants by pressing fond little kisses to them, especially their Y-front, and then down onto their snug, cuffed legs. We remaining silent, enjoying the mesmerising swaying of the carriage and the clack-clacking of the wheels on the rails. It really felt amazingly romantic and very sexual, too, just as it should be. She smiled up at me while gently pushing my inner thighs apart, and after fondling the leg-cuffs of my underpants her hands moved slowly up to my balls. There she fondled them so perfectly through the soft cotton of my underpants that I almost passed out! At the same time, the carriage swayed over some points and I suddenly found I was steadying myself with my hands on her shoulders. I gasped, “Oh Veronica, I’m so sorry,” but she interrupted me by quickly saying, “Don’t worry, just feel the straps of my brassiere.”
She was wearing an ‘off the shoulder’ top of thin, white cotton, and the wide straps of her brassiere had caught my eye even as she had entered the carriage. She went on, “I love to see the straps of my brassiere, don’t you?” and she looked me directly into my ‘mesmerised’ eyes. “I want you to feel my brassiere straps, and reach down my back to feel my brassiere band and its four-clasps,” and her sigh was just audible over the rhythmic sounds of the train.
“Oh yes, Veronica dear, I love your brassiere and your brassiere straps,” and just saying the words made my underpants-trapped cock thrust out as if to get to her luscious body.
Her breast were clearly not at all large, but they were perfectly in proportion to her similar height to my own five foot eight, and her white brassiere looked beautiful to me. Her stiff nipples were poking lustfully into the soft cotton of her brassiere, and with all my heart I longed to suck on them.
By now I was standing well in between her open legs. As well as attending to her lovely brassiere, for several minutes I had also been gazing at her glorious stocking-tops and her strong, white suspenders, and I’d seen heart-stopping glimpses of her full-fitting, white nylon panties, too, and it was only because I was so overwhelmed by this amazing woman that my cock had not already exploded in my underpants.
With one hand on her left shoulder, my other hand followed her brassiere strap down her smooth back to the stronger band of her brassiere, and along to its exciting clasp. To an underwear-connoisseur such as both she and I clearly were, all parts of a woman’s brassiere were wonderful to look at and to caress, and I longed to kiss it, too. My arousal was now making me more and more bold and I hardly heard myself murmuring, “I need to see all of your brassiere, Veronica,” and with that I simply raised her light, summer top straight up and off over her head, and dropped it on her bag. I suddenly expected a reprimand, but instead she gasped, “Oh Ivan, my brassiere, yes, look at my brassiere straps holding me in exciting bondage.” Then she pleaded, “Please, Ivan, just love my strong, snug brassiere and I will be very happy with you”.
Well, that couldn’t have turned out better, and for a minute or two I kissed and fondled her brassiere just as we both desired. Her nipples were erect even before I took her top off but by the time I decided to get back to her other underwear they were as stiff as my cock, and felt beautiful to my touch, and they were causing this exciting woman to gasp and cry out at my every nibbling kiss. Luckily it had given my cock a rest, but now her hands were back on my underpants and I could once again feast my eyes on her beautiful parted thighs, her stocking-tops and suspenders, and now much more of her knickers, and her pure-white knicker-gusset was wide and full of her very exciting-looking cunt.
“Underwear is so beautiful,” she murmured really lovingly. “I can tell that you are a true lover of underwear, and I love your beautiful, full-fitting white underpants, too. They are just the sort of underpants that I adore, and I even have a collection of my own, traditional, soft white cotton underpants for my own secret pleasures, so we are very well met, aren’t we, Ivan?”
Well, this wonderful woman was all of my dreams come true, so far, and I agreed very enthusiastically, exclaiming, “Oh yes, Veronica, I have always adored our sort of traditional underwear. In the absence of a wonderful woman such as you, my lovely soft underpants satisfy my cock wonderfully well, too, and I can easily imagine that you love your own men’s, soft white cotton underpants just as much as I love your style of nylon knickers, and we are certainly wonderfully matched.”
“I’m so pleased,” she murmured, and then said softly, “Now I want to see and hold your naked cock, as when it is naked and exposed to me I’m sure that I will love it even more than I do already.” With that, she placed my hands on her shoulders, murmuring, “Hold my bondage brassiere straps for me, Ivan. Hold me in loving bondage while I take your cock out of your lovely underpants,” and I could easily tell that she was now very turned on.
Of course I assured her that I loved her brassiere, and that I would hold her in her own bondage straps, and my firm assurance made her almost swoon towards me. But she gathered herself, and as soon as she wriggled my rather less than stiff cock down to the Y-front entrance of my underpants it was obvious that she understood stiff cocks very well indeed. To my surprise it was with comparative ease that she got the rounded head of my cock gently out of my underpants. I had gasped out loud as soon as my cock felt the cool air on it, and at the same time she gasped at the sight of my cock which had fully stiffened even while she drew the whole length of my cock all the way out of my underpants. “Oh, Ivan, she gasped again, your beautiful, naked cock looks even more impressive than I’d thought it would. My goodness, it looks so long, sticking out of your Y-front underpants, and I absolutely adore the contrast between your long, almost purple cock and the pure-whiteness of your adorable, intimate underpants.” She then began to fondle my balls, and she squeezed and fondled them very expertly indeed, but she left them snugly inside my underpants, clearly wanting to prolong each part of our underwear-pleasures as long as possible. She was also very aware that I might cum quite quickly, and when she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock, and ran her lips along its throbbing shaft, she took great care that her soft, moist lips did not overdo her obvious passion for my cock, so whenever she stopped kissing and caressing my cock she just gently fondled my underpants instead, while gazing at it very lovingly indeed.
Meanwhile, I was studying every inch of her stockinged thighs, gazing particularly at her beautiful, expensive-looking stocking-tops, and as many of her strong, white suspenders as I could see. I loved thinking about her taking great care to attach her shiny metal suspender-clasps to the beautiful welt of her stockings, and I wished that it was me that had knelt in her bedroom and attended to her stockings and suspenders and her beautiful, white knickers, too. In my present, aroused state I would gladly devote the rest of my life to dressing and undressing this beautiful woman, and I hadn’t even taken her knickers down yet, and seen for myself her naked cunt! In fact I had not seen her naked breasts, either, but I knew that when I was privileged to see her naked cunt and her naked breasts I would see that they are all as beautiful and as perfect as the rest of her luscious body and fertile mind, and my devotion to her would be complete.
Then I heard her voice, low with desire, saying, “I want to see your naked balls, Ivan, and I’m going to slowly take down your underpants. I can imagine how delicious your soft underpants will feel on your stiff cock, and it will take me several seconds of fondling to release your balls from them, so don’t let your cock cum when I pull it back through the soft cotton Y-front ‘entrance’ of your underpants.”
I was thrilled to know that she had made the effort to understand how about my cock and balls felt, and in fact she later explained that her cunt and her cunt-lips felt just like my cock and balls did, but with obvious, outward differences.
It took her only a few moments to release my cock and balls and she gently lowered my Y-front underpants to fully expose my balls and my very stiff, throbbing cock. She carefully arranged my underpants waist-elastic just below my balls, ‘Just in case the train unexpectedly stops’, she smiled! Apart from that moment of caution we were very relaxed because we knew that the last hour of the journey had no scheduled stops until the terminus.
“What a beautiful, sweet cock,” she purred, as she held it in the open palm of her hand. She stroked it carefully with the other hand, and for several seconds she kissed it all over its smooth, purple dome. Then her hand went down and cupped my balls and jiggled them in her own unique way, whilst gently but firmly squeezing my balls at regular intervals.
“Oooooh!” I gasped, “That feels unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
“Hold on, my lover,” said Veronica, soothingly. “Don’t get over-excited!”
As she spoke she stood up and slowly raised her skirt well up, and her slip, too, and exposed to me her beautiful, white nylon knickers.
“Look at my knickers, Ivan. Look at them and love them for me. I love my knickers, and I love looking at my knickers, Ivan, and I want you to look at my knickers and love them, too.”
I could only gasp, “Oh yes. Veronica, I do love your knickers, and I will love and adore your knickers for ever,” and then I completely lost my power to speak. But although she was flushed red and her voice was low with arousal, she managed to say, “Take my knickers down, Ivan.” Her husky voice was clearly trembling with lust, and she went on, “I want to watch you take my knickers down, and watch you slip them carefully onto my stocking tops. Oh, I do love to see my knickers, Ivan”.
And so, almost mesmerised, and with my stiff cock bobbing in front of me, I crouched down and my trembling fingers managed to find the waist-elastic of her knickers where they were snugly gripping her suspender belt.
I have always loved women’s knicker-elastic with a passion and now it was a marvel that my cock did not explode and squirt my bursting cum all over her, but somehow it held back while I began to ease her knickers slowly down over her suspender belt and over her beautiful, rounded bottom, and then over her six, strong suspenders to her stocking-tops. Her bottom was naked, but of course I could only imagine it, and for a few, stolen seconds I tried desperately to imagine what her smooth, now naked bottom looked like. “Oh Veronica,” I moaned softly. “You are beautiful, and I love your smooth, naked cunt,” and then, shocked, I realised that I’d said ‘cunt’ to this sophisticated woman, and I was terrified I’d gone too far!
But when I looked up at her with fear in my eyes, – real fear of losing her, she smiled sexily and murmured softly, “It’s alright, Ivan, dear. Cunt is a lovely word when we say it together, and I’m pleased that you like my cunt, even though you can’t see it all yet.”
‘Yet’, she had said. Oh, wow, so she really planned to allow him see her open cunt! The whole situation was almost beyond my belief, and it was with very trembly hands that I concentrated on taking her knickers gently down onto her stocking-tops.Enthralled, I arranged them there, just below her stocking-tops, where we both looked silently at the beautiful sight of her naked cunt poised above her partly-open thighs. The gentle swaying of the carriage seemed to add to the wonderful, surreal experience, and with my hands holding onto her stockinged thighs I did as she asked, and carefully and lovingly kissed some of her six, strong, wide suspenders, before kissing her silky, shiny stocking tops, and then I buried my face in her knickers.
“Oh my darling!” she gasped from above me. “That feels so wonderful, don’t stop. I love you kissing my knickers.”
I continued to give my full attention to her beautiful, sheer nylon stockings and then I returned to her knickers, as if I didn’t know which to adore the most!
Then I heard her gasping, “Put your hands on my bottom, Ivan, hold my bottom very tightly”.
It was with great relief that I clasped her bottom, and it was so natural that I pulled her engorged, cunt mound towards my lips. Her hot, hairless cunt tasted so good, and then, as she spread her legs still wider, at last I saw her cunt in all its glory! My goodness it was so beautiful, the most beautiful cunt I’d ever seen, and her erect clitty was bright, shiny wet, and obviously fully aroused. With my tongue I instinctively began to pleasure her lovely, stiff clitty, until all of a sudden she gasped, “Oh God, I’m going to cum”.
I continued licking her stiff clitty and then, suddenly, she pressed my face into the trembling inferno of her sex. It was truly wonderful to feel the power of her rising orgasm, and then she began to buck, violently and rhythmically, and I found that I was slurping her wonderful, hot juices from somewhere between her beautiful cunt lips. On and on it went, until gradually she relaxed, and then from somewhere above me she exclaimed breathlessly, “Oh that was fantastic, Ivan. Truly fantastic!”
Naturally I felt very pleased with myself, and kissed her hot, wet cunt very lovingly, before reluctantly easing myself away from her cunt and her knickers, but I was still gazing at the beautiful sight before my staring eyes. Then I stood up and give her a long, loving kiss.
“You taste lovely, Veronica,” I said, as I held her closely, with my stiff cock pressed against her smooth, very juicy mound.
“And now, my darling boy, I want to feel you inside me,” said Veronica, as she slowly pushed me back into my seat. My cock was almost vertical in anticipation of what was about to happen. She stood in front of me, once more holding her skirt and slip up above her waist. She then turned around, thrusting her naked bottom out, and slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Instinctively I guided her very-juicy cunt towards the throbbing, purple head of my stiffly-throbbing cock, which was aching with desire. Slowly she impaled her wet cunt onto my hot prick and I gasped in utter ecstasy at the sensation of hotness and wetness that enveloped it. As she thrust down the last few inches I felt that a huge, spunky orgasm could not be far away. We settled for a short while, enjoying each other’s sensitivities. I reached in front of her and held her breasts as we both moaned with pleasure. The motion of the train was actually stimulating us, as my stiff, veined cock rubbed against the hot, wet walls of her cunt. Neither of us had to do anything: the train was carrying us to our climactic destination! A few moments later I felt that unmistakable sensation in my balls and cock, as I was reaching the point of no return.
“Oh Veronica, darling,” I shouted, “I’m cumming – I’M CUMMING!!!”
“Oh darling, fill me with your cum juice!” gasped my beautiful lover, as she tightened the grip of her cunt muscles on my straining cock. That caused an immensely powerful ejaculation of spunk to erupt deep inside her … – “YES, YES!!” she screamed, “Give it to me – shoot it into me!!” Again and again, my cock burst forth with its loving, spunky cum, until I was utterly spent.
We stayed in that position for a while, enjoying the afterglow of our pure, unadulterated sex, bathing in the warmth of the beautiful sunshine as our train rocked and swayed steadily towards its destination…
Now we were no longer strangers on a train, no longer sitting opposite each other, – we had become one. Before we had settled down, Veronica had helped me to wipe my cock, and she obviously enjoyed carefully pulling up my underpants very slowly indeed! I had assisted Veronica to dress by carefully helping her to put on a pair of fresh, white nylon knickers, which she had almost magically produced from her handbag. She had tidied her hair and her make-up. She straightened my tie and then folded her still wet knickers into the shape of a dress handkerchief and carefully arranged them in the breast pocket of my jacket. She patted me and laughed, saying, “There is a present for you to play with. You won’t find many of these well-scented knickers in the shops”. Fantastic!
The train drew into the station and we alighted onto the platform. I turned to face her but she placed a finger on my lips and smiled, “You’re not going anywhere, Ivan. You are coming with me.” With that she put her arm through mine and we walked out of the station.
“Where are we going?” I asked, slightly puzzled.
She smiled, “You made my knickers very, very wet, naughty Ivan, so now you will have to come with me to a ladies’ underwear shop and help me to choose a new pair of knickers.”
In spite of cumming deep inside her gorgeous cunt only a short time before, at her low voice mentioning her knickers I felt my cock stirring in my underpants. Luckily we reached the door of a very up-market, ladies’ underwear shop and paused before entering. “Now remember, Ivan,” Veronica murmured in my ear. “You will choose for me a pair of lovely, new knickers, so you will have to touch and feel them before you buy. But remember, I will be looking very closely at the front of your underpants and imagining them, and you could be in for some trouble if I see any sort of a bulge appearing in them!”
I assured her that my cock would behave itself, and she gave me a mischievous nudge.
We entered the shop and she guided me over to a glass-top counter. I looked down and marvelled at the array of beautiful knickers all neatly displayed in the topmost drawers. As I gazed at them my face began to glow hot and red and my cock definitely began to twitch and stiffen. I also felt Veronica’s eyes watching for its inevitable swelling! What a way to start a holiday, and I hoped it would never end.
Diddly-dum, diddly-dum, diddly-dum, diddly-dum……. Talk about a train journey of a life-time.
