Sentimental Reason For Loving To Wear Girdles
When I was 16 I was invited to my first prom. He was a senior, 18, and a handsome football player, so I was just swept off my feet when he asked me. I wore a gorgeous prom dress, all taffeta and with a big crinoline of course, with an open bottom girdle with real old-fashioned garters and stockings, and a strapless bra. Well, as you can imagine, he had an easy time getting me to do my first intercourse. Up to that point I had only sucked boys (actually only two), and done hand jobs on them. But my big old football boy took me into the back seat of his dad's Cadillac for my deflowering. It was kind of funny looking back because he was all fumbling and so was I trying to deal with my gown. But he finally managed to get it up to my waist, and pull my panties down from under my girdle so he could get at me. I didn't even bother putting my panties back after he was finally done (he was amazing in that he did me three times in less than an hour......what a man that boy was!). My best guess as to what happened to the panties is that he got a trophy to show his friends, but in any case I went home without them, and full of his sweet cream. I was on a cloud for days after, but then I told my BFF, who brought me to earth with her warnings about possibly being knocked up my Mr. Football. Well, false alarm as it turned out, do you suppose his swimmers were NG? Cause he sure nailed me good and it was at about the right time for my ovulation too. Anyway, I have had a soft spot for open girdles ever since, have several in my lingerie drawer, wear them on occasion, and always shop for them when I am in a lingerie shop. My favs are ones like I wore that night, satin control front, elastic on the hips, high waisted, with six (not a mear 4 my dear) garters, even though I usually remove them and wear thigh-highs. On really sexy dates I always wear the garters and old-fashioned stockings, and they sure seem to excite the special boys I let see them.